#cammie lorde

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The Nice Guys (2016) // Panhandle 1.01 (2022)

[lovepollution]

Panhandle season 1 episode 5 ‘One Flew Over the Peacock’s Nest’

[tai-lung]

The villains + wolves

[raccoon-coded]

A collection of images I took in photo mode (and a couple of screen caps) from the Marvel Guardians of the Galaxy video game. 🚀

It's such a brilliant game. Great story and the team dynamic and dialogue is just incredible!

[painting-with-much-passion]

Sand Splash Attack!

Felicia the Catwoman from Darkstalkers painted by me as she exectures one of her signature special moves!

I also add a link to the WIP passages, because SUBHUMANS on the internet accuse me all the time of "passing 3D models for Paintings" due to how I paint volumes and lights!

Just know that in the WIP sheets, there is coarse language as I mock the idiots that accuse me of being a cheat\hack!

PROOF: https://imgur.com/a/3Hu8ZCC

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Laughing and cringing at Capcom giving the cast more orgasmic looking reactions to getting super K’O’ed

Then realizing Ryu’s crying

[rubywolf0201]

Raise your hands if you think that the Engage Expansion Pass should’ve included Alm, Eliwood, Azura, Ryoma and/Or Xander in one of the 3rd-4th Wave DLC ✋🏻

[lilacl0veskrew]

𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!

Obey me headcannons but with a retired military general MC

Pairing: Brothers + Others x Honorably Discharged Marine Corp!Mc

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to land themselves in Lord Diavolo's office their first day of RAD along side a demon next to them who had a broken nose and a black eye to match.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to convince Lord Diavolo to let them carry a pair of handguns on campus.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a more colorful insult vocabulary then the fucking rainbow.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who wears the dogtags of their fallen Marines around their neck at all times.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a good 17 years in the military under their belt.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost made Lord Diavolo cry because of the amount of insults and curses thrown at him when they woke up in the Devildom without their handguns.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who saw disrespectful demons being fuckstains and decides to get in their faces and yell at them like they would if they were still in the military.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to scare demons into doing burpees in the middle of the hallway because they told them to push.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who elbowed Levi in the chest when he tried to attack them during the TSL quiz, leaving a sizable fracture in one of his ribs.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who left an ugly bruise on Lucifer's jaw from punching him after he attacked them for protecting Beel and Luke from his wrath.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who got into a very intense shouting match with the Avatar of Wrath. There wasn't a clear winner but it ended with their nose bleeding and Satan having a black eye.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who threatens to pistol whip people on a daily basis. Will they ever actually do it? Do you really wanna find out?

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who can somehow manage to yell louder then all of the brothers combined if they're mad enough.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who scared the brothers for the first time by opening fire on one of the walls while they were pissed. Lucifer was not pleased. But did he say anything? No. He was just grateful it wasn't him.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who shot Belphegor clean through his left shoulder without hesitation when he tried to attack them after they were revived again.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who could nerd out about types of firearms for hours on end without a break.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has an unapologetic sense of humor that the entire school loves and gets annoyed when people get excited to see them.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who wore their Cammies to RAD at one point just because they found them in their closet at the House of Lamentation. They still have no idea how they got there.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who ordered at least 10 crates of bullets from the Celestial Realm and the Devildom because they were on back-order since they got there.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who somehow has the worst timing to be opening a brand new custom snipe rifle right as Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and the members of Purgatory Hall decided to come to the HOL.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who explains that they have a gun collection in the human world just because.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who cleans their handguns at the dinning table in the morning and the brothers who are just used to it.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who broke and dislocated someone jaw and broke a few of their ribs after they tried to rip the dogtags off their neck for fun.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost choked out Mammon because he tried to sell their handguns when they first got there and thought they wouldn't find out.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who walked into the student council room one day only for everyone to be wearing Cammie's that they had somehow gotten their hands on. The meeting that was supposed to be about adding new classes and clubs to RAD quickly turned into a uniform inspection. Everyone except Barbatos failed. But of course he passed. Barbatos is amazing at everything.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who out of nowhere drops the most insane Marine lore about their life that leaves everyone shook.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has caught things with ease that Beel or Satan have thrown in their fits of rage. When asked how, they simply respond with "I'm a retired Marine. Do better."

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's somehow managed to force Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel and Solomon to push whenever they piss them off.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost shot Barbatos out of instinct because he managed to accidently sneak up on them. Let's say that he now makes his presence know so he doesn't scare them.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's made all the brothers and Lord Diavolo cry at least once, whether they know it or not.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who randomly decided one day they'd teach everyone basic facing and stationary movements. Their military side really shined through when some of them decided to speak at attention. Almost everyone did push ups that day.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's modeled for Asmo in their Cammies and official uniform with all their ribbons and badges.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who when asked about the insignia on their shoulder pads, they casually dropped that they were the Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps for their last 7 years.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who got called 'General' and 'Drill Sergeant' as a way to poke fun at them but now people just call them that as nicknames and signs of respect. They don't mind and know to respond.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a very intimidating presence and has offered their assistance to get a loud and disrespectful class back on trace many times.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who made sure that every student at RAD knows how to properly stand at attention whenever they need a class to shape up.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's been asked many times by Lord Diavolo if they want to teach a class only to say no because they can barely remember to sleep on time, in what world would they wanna grade things and have to put it in a gradebook?

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who in their time in the Devildom has taught the Brothers, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and everyone living in Purgatory Hall how to properly clean a gun because there have been one too many times they've almost cried because they accidently disassembled one of their handguns while trying to clean it.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's freakishly good at math to the point they can shoot somewhere and have a bullet bounce around the room to where it can hit something.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who would've begged Lord Diavolo on their hands and knees, completely abandoning their pride just so they can go to the human world for labor day and honor their fallen brothers. Everyone went with them and consoled them as they cried. Labor day is one of the only days anyone will ever see Mc cry.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's learned to trust more easily thanks to all their experiences in the Devildom.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who trusts the others with their weapons and will hand them to someone if they're really pissed and think they shouldn't have them before they do something they'll most definitely regret.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has to ask Lord Diavolo for a pamphlet with all of Devildom's endangered species so they can hone their shotgun and sniper skills without hurting the environment.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who broke down crying in happiness when everyone got them a different kind of custom gun in their signature colors for their first Christmas in the Devildom. They take special care of all of those.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who trusts the others to take them out of a situation that might trigger bad memories.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who tenses up and reached for their own handgun whenever they hear a gunshot they know didn't come from them. Only to be calmed down and comforted by whichever one of the others is nearby.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who couldn't help but laugh when the brothers asked seriously if Mc loved their guns more then them. That night was full of pampering and love.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has eyes that constantly look exhausted and like they've seen way too much.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has eyes that light up ever so slightly whenever they see someone they love.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who did in fact cry the first time one of the brothers kissed them because they haven't been cared for gently in such a long time.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who very easily gets out of trouble by just pointing one of their guns at someone and just walking away.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's requested multiple times for Lord Diavolo to add a shooting range into RAD.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who thought Luke was really annoying at first but now would literally shoot someone for him.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who feels comfortable sharing their past, no matter how scary it may be. Because Mc loves them. And knows that they will always feel the same.

This was really fun because I had this idea after seeing Boothill in Hsr. Anyways, these were just general and fluffy headcannons. Lmk if you want me to do some nsfw ones as well. Or if you want other headcannons with Honorably Discharged Marine Corp!MC because I had a lot of fun with this one.

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Yk given how tall carmilla carmine is why do I imagine a 4’10 reader being either bratty or just annoying carmilla *they just have gremlin energy* or her being protective of them and don’t want them to get hurt and the only way she can handle r is by putting on a high place and can’t get down *the top of the fridge/kitchen cabinet is offically r’s spot*

😂😂😂 and the funniest thing is I am that height and I can see her just having a “I’m done” expression and just put someone there and walk away winning the argument

Sup, I'm back and now have motivation again, and I was scrolling through my inbox and found this, and I wanted to answer it, but instead of doing a story, I'm gonna give headcanons instead. I've never written headcannons, but I read them a lot, so yeah.

Carmilla Carmine x Short Reader (headcannons)

(Sfw) and (Nsfw) headcannons

One thing is for sure the reader has gremlin energy. Being this small and rather full of energy person. Carmilla loves it. It brings her spirits up every time you come by and make jokes

I don't know her cannon height, but I'd imagine it's in the 8 foot scale. Because tall women are very sexy. So she'd definitely pick you up from time to time. Not a whole lot, but sometimes.

Half the times when she does is to either put you on the fridge or a high place to calm you down or when you're being annoying.

Annoying in the sense where you couldn't stop making sex jokes, so she put you up there so she didn't get too distracted from her work or you two were arguing.

I can only imagine the reader going, "wha- Cammy! What you doing?! Carmilla! You can't leave me up here! Carmilla, please! Come back!" While trying not to fall off the fridge so you didn't break something.

And the entire time Carmilla just has the most "I'm done" expression while placing you up there and walking out of the room

And I can only imagine that 40% of time, Carmilla forgets she put you up there and Clara or Odette walk in to grab a drink and you're just up there, having the most scared or tired look on your face and going

"Please, get your mom so she can get me down, and so we can go to bed"

Being very small. Carmilla would be very protective. Making sure you were close by her at all times and also making sure you were with her. While also making sure to be gentle with you. But she also gives you angelic guns to protect yourself.

Lord knows you're deadly with a gun

While you two are in bed, she will always have you wrapped in her arms, her giant hands making it feel like you're wrapped in a cacoon, or it either looks like a koala hugging a tree. You don't even need a blanket because you'll always be wrapped around Carmilla

(Nsfw)

While having sex Carmilla will try her best to be gentle, but it fails most of the time. Sometimes, she'll go too hard or accidentally scratch you a bit.

Carmilla is most definitely a top, but you have to be the top most of the time. Because if you don't, I can only imagine the after shock. But, Carmilla is also a power bottom.

Either way, you're getting railed every time.

The reader is definitely a scratcher. So Carmilla's back or anywhere the reader was grabbing is probably scratched a bit.

(I like physical touch a lot, and that's the only thing you're getting about me)

So the reader is a hugger a bunch, hugging Carmilla's legs, body, neck. You just like wrapping your arms around her, honestly like me

The aftercare is her being very gentle while holding you close. Most of the time, you both will fall asleep right after, holding each other or take a bath together.

So yeah, I don't know how to do headcannons since I've never written for them. Overall I just say what I want to and don't give two fucks. I'm just here to supply thristy bastards like myself.

So, I hope that was a good first try. Also, again, I am so very sorry for not posting. Life just likes to fucks me over but, it does for everyone so this is the last time I'll bitch about my life

[mr-president]

i don’t usually like to post WIPS, but i love darkstalkers and i love sf6 so here are my costume ideas, as well as some potential others under the cut

i mostly drew costume ideas for characters parallels i hadn’t seen with the new color variants or for ones i disagreed with (like manon). i’ll still touch on the ones i do like here

originally, i had luke as jon talbain because he needed a counterpart and white men love wolves but jon talbain just fits terry waaaay better (kung fu werewolf vs vaguely chinese martial art wolf associated guy)

luke could be fucking sasquatch idk, maybe he’d just be demitri, but ed was already demitri in sfv. consequently, ed’s build is different now, so maybe he’s okay handing the costume to luke now. otherwise, luke is sasquatch idfk

chun li as morrigan and juri as lilith is fine there’s nothing wrong w that so yeah

aki as hsein-ko is perfect no notes 10/10

marisa for victor is also great

i like JP as jedah good job

lord raptor as dee jay may be cool

i much prefer cammy as q-bee (cammy’s old codename was literally “killer bee”) but i understand why manon gets the alternate color, since she already has a q-bee-like outfit

[zoetiger-1106]

The Chameleon is actually a really complex character and here's why.

Disclaimer: This post will contain kfp 4 spoilers as well as include info from interviews and the animation featurette and I will be analyzing the movie pretending that everything had deeper thought put into it even tho it's most likely not the case sometimes

For those who haven't seen it, have the absolute criminal offense that screwed with the story telling of this movie because it is important context.

Now that we have that whole thing out of the way, let me explain to you how the Chameleon's character is shown through more subtle things instead of just very in your face exposition/ storytelling.

1) Cammy's insecurities

The first time she was in on screen, Cammy was established as being in charge of Juniper City via commanding the local crime lords. She is hidden among them for the first part of their conversation, where she observes them badmouth her before she reveals herself, but even before the reveal, we get hints to her being there via the line "You forgot the shape-shifting sorceress part" that she throws into the conversation after the bear crime lord insulted her appearance.

Despite showing herself as in control and well put together, her need to interject hints at the fact that she does still have some underlying insecurities regarding her true form.

That insecure aspect of her character is further proven by her summoning Tai Lung first (I'll get to that later) and a statement from Viola Davis where she talked about how she did the character voice for Cammy

The underlying implication that she has internalized when masters told her she was "too small, too lowly and that kung fu wasn't [her] destiny" is proven even more when you take into consideration that she exclusively transforms into species that are larger and more physically powerful than her.

She literally says: "I grew, I excelled, and I got everything I had ever dreamed of." Everything BUT kung fu. The one thing she wanted to do from the very beginning. So, with that context, the "dream" she got fulfilled to a degree was the power. Conventional, physical power.

People have told her kung fu wasn't "her destiny" so she decided to take matters into her own hands and do what she believed to get her to where she wanted to.

To quote the Stephanie Ma Stine, the director who actually cared about her: "Because she has this anger that's been build up from always being invisible to everyone else, her transformation process actually reflects her anger."

All those years of being over looked and seen as less than had such an impact on her that it consumes ever part of her being. That lizard needs a hug and therapy, your honor.

As I said, I wanted to get into why she summoned Tai Lung first (chill I know this was not actually as thought out as I am interpreting it to be but hear me out.)

Tai Lung is everything she isn't and couldn't have been.

He is tall and conventionally powerful. Even if you knew nothing about his character, you could take a look at him and know that man is strong. On top of that, he had received formal training at a renowned school by a renowned master. Taking his kung fu first and foremost is not only the fulfillment of a wish she's had her whole life but also a power move on it's own; while not able to do kung fu Cammy still managed to beat someone who was what the schools she had gone to all those years ago would have considered the ideal student.

Also can we acknowledge how the water dragons (those are not komodo dragons idc how often it's stated) clap for her after she's done with Tai? Show of hands from all the mentally ill people who'd get their henchmen to clap for them too because they desperately need praise 🙋

Similar can be said for how she makes the people of Juniper City bow before her when she is paraded around; it makes her feel powerful.

Lastly I'd like to point out that her line of "Third rule of the streets? [...] Some would say it's the most important. Noone is interested in your feelings." Is probably something she got from people not caring about her feelings back in the day when she tried to pursue her passion.

2) Cammy's knowledge & skill

"Those bonds (the cages) are enchanted with some very old and very powerful magic. You'd need at least 10 Dragon Warrior's to get through them". Not only can she create such strong (presumably) chi based bonds but she can make them in batches and with ease. Between the scene of her accepting tributes from the crime lords of the city and Po's vision about her plan we can see her enchant multiple cages at once.

Not only that but she knows advanced chi techniques as well as how to open portals to the Spirit Realm. That is not easy information to come by Cammy has been researching chi in general for god knows how many years.

I don't know if I have said this on this blog before but her not being redeemed is such a wast because she could have not only helped Po further his mastery in chi but also aid in replacing a lot of the scrolls in the JP since she is knowledgeable on history and the history of kung fu and master too.

You honor that lizard is a nerd and deserves to geek out with Po.

I'd also like to point out that not only is she able to shape shift but do it incredibly swiftly. She can be seen switching forms in a matter of seconds even mid combat. Not only that but she has so much control off her body that she was able to create that dragon from of hers by transforming parts of her into different beings with little to no effort. That forms for incredibly stable too; she only transformed out of it to change her strategy.

Her incredible amount of control over her body funnily enough also shown by her 3d model alone. As stated by Sean Sexton the head of character animation "The Chameleon had 8130 controls. You could move every single part of that character [...]"

Lastly, I need to talk about how she genuinely is like Po.

I've seen people say that she can't do anything on her own because she just steals people's kung fu when no. No that is not the case. After having stolen enough master's kung fu to have a wide knowledge of the craft she was able to mimic and adapt to Po's style without having to steal anything from him. If she wouldn't have been given the opportunity to learn kung fu she would have become like Po and been able to master techniques based on simply observing them.

TLDR: Cammy is a great character this fandom is just horrible to female villains

[saturnsorbits]

On Watching the Man you Love, Love Someone Else

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Period-esque, Angst, The Bastardisation of a Longer Piece I'll Never Finish. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: Set to pull the job of a lifetime, Sero's band of wayward thieves are left short when Camie runs off. But could her leaving be the catalyst for more than just a new plan?

A/N: It genuinely hurts a little to let this piece go. I worked on the idea for a while, and really did fall a little in love with this Reader, but ultimately the idea just wasn’t meant to be finished in a word count I could commit to. This piece has so much potential, I’m just not enough of a writer to properly do it justice… I’ve tweaked some pieces, the conversation that occurs with Sero at the end was originally supposed to take place between Reader and Cammie for example - but this is as cohesive as I could get it. Anyway… I hope at least someone enjoys this…

'Gone.'

A chair hits the floor, wood creaking as the legs snap and splinter.

'Fucking gone.' Sweeping an arm across a table, Sero sees the end to a bottle of wine and two half-full glasses. They smash and paint the floor red. 'Fucking – fuck!'

'With all due respect...' Standing in the doorway to the office, Shinso ducks a rogue paper weight as it's hefted at his head. It cracks against the brick behind him before dropping to the floor and rolls until his boot comes down on it. '… It was just a matter of time before she took off again.'

Sero's head snaps up from where he's hunched over his desk. His arms are shaking, hands marked and scratched from his tantrum as he forces out a breath through gritted teeth. 'Don't patronise me right now.'

'Is it patronising to just state a fact?' Shinso arches an eyebrow.

Sucking a long breath up through his nose, Sero inhales until his lungs begin to burn. 'I'll bury a stiletto in your skull.'

'You're not quick enough.'

'I'll -.'

'Stop threatening me, when we both know you're just upset that you've proven to be too uninteresting to entertain your lady-love again.' Bending at the hip, Shinso snatches the paper weight from under his foot and tosses the stone in his hand. With an amused boredom, he slips a small pocket knife from the rim of his boot and begins to scratch. 'What did she take this time?'

'Her shares of the last score, half the dried meat, the last mill-seed loaf, two of the expensive dresses and the...' Biting the inside of his cheeks, Sero's eyes drop to the floor. 'She took the Todoroki.'

A laugh bursts from Shinso's chest. 'Good fuckin' riddance.'

'I liked that painting.' Sero growls. 'Almost lost my fucking head stealing it too.'

'Oh, I remember...' Biting down his smile, Shinso licks at his lips and clears his throat. 'Worry not brother, we still have a game ahead.' He snickers. 'Maybe we'll be able to snatch you another.'

Sero seethes, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth until he feels the molars catch. 'The game's pretty much fucked now that Camie's taken off again.'

'No.' Shinso shakes his head. 'I know it's hard for you to think beyond yourself sometimes, but there's more than just one woman in this piss-poor little gang of ours capable of playing a darling Duke's daughter.'

Setting himself back down in his chair, Sero sighs. He digs a knuckle into his eye. 'Make sure she's ready for the first touch tomorrow morning. I don't want us to spend any longer on this than we have to.'

With mock decency, Shinso folds himself over in a low bow before standing and stretching out his shoulders. 'Certainly... Now, I'll leave you to your moping, my Lord. Feel free not to trouble us while you're constitution has you acting so pathetic.' A wide grin takes his lip, but before Sero can think of rising from his chair in another fit of anger, Shinso tosses the paper weight straight at his head. 'Catch.'

Snatching the stone from the air, Sero flips it over in his palm exposing the rough outline of a broken heart and a crude crying stick figure on his knees beside it. He's too slow as he hefts it back at the now closed door of his office.

Shinso's footsteps retreat, echoing around the cold stone of the corridor beyond; his low laughter following close on his heels. Sero slams a fist on his desk. 'Fucking bastard!'

'The Queen of Thieves has -.' Kirishima wobbles as he descends the stairs into the kitchen, you in his arms, with only Tetsutestu's hand on the broad of his shoulders to stop him from toppling over.

'For the love of -.' Bakugo hisses. Spinning around from his post in front of the stove, he digs a fist into his hip and glowers. 'Keep it down.'

Tipping you out of his arms, Kirishima slinks toward Bakugo. His head dips, cheeks glowing soft as he slips his arms around the smaller man and plants a kiss on his cheek. 'Sorry, baby...'

'He might be sorry...' Skipping up to the large, oak dining table set central in the room you unhook a large, bulging coin purse from your shoulder and empty it out onto the table. Coins of gold and silver clatter onto the wood, flowing from the bag until the entire surface of the table shines. '… But, I'm not. We're celebrating.'

Bakugo's eyebrows dip. 'You ran a score.'

'We did.' You beam. 'Stole a bunch of machine parts from Ingenium's.'

'Ingenium's is protected by the League.' Venom drips into Bakugo's voice, his teeth grinding as he levels a spoon with your head. He's about to shout, the vein in his temple already bulging, but before he manages to bark, you're grinning.

'And -' You lift a palm to stop him. 'When poor little Tenya wakes up in the morning and discovers that his four gold pieces a week to the League hasn't stopped his precious shop from being turned over, he's going to look elsewhere and who else do we know who has a reputation for keeping thieves away?'

Bakugo tries not to let it show, but pride makes his chest puff out and his eyes shine. 'I should be mad that you're whoring my boyfriend out as hired muscle...'

'But...' Your eyebrows dance on your forehead. 'But, you've just put the biggest score I've seen all year on that bloody table -.'

Kirishima pecks at Bakugo's cheek again, twisting from where he had been dipping his fingers in the bubbling soup on the stove behind his boyfriends back. 'Don't forget the bank notes. We've got bank notes too...'

A snort breaks from Bakugo's chest. '… And guaranteed us another solid four gold a week, so -.'

This time it's Tetsutetsu who breaks into Bakugo's speech. 'We put our prices up two weeks ago. It's eight pieces now. Seemed fitting since there's two of us; an not just one bruiser like the other gangs are offering.'

This time Bakugo does laugh. He throws his head back, shoulders bouncing as he slips from Kirishima's hold and stalks towards you. Opening his arms, he wraps himself around your waist and lifts, spinning you around once before letting you back to your feet. 'If I were into women I'd kiss you breathless, you little fucking genius.'

You giggle and lace your hands behind his neck. 'I'd love to take all the credit, but -.'

'But she was the mastermind behind it all...' Kirishima beams. 'We just stood by and looked scary.'

Tetsutetsu offers. 'We helped lift the machine parts too!'

'It was a joint effort.' You concede, letting Bakugo drift back to the stove, after ordering the boys to set the table.

'What's this?' Shinso appears at the bottom of the basement stairs like a ghost. His hair is wild, torn back as if he'd been caught in a gale and the usual bags under his eyes are deeper and more pronounced.

You look up, half way through scooping another handful of coin back into your pouch. 'A score.'

Leveling you with a bored stare, Shinso raises his eyebrows. 'I'd gathered that much. I was -.'

'Ingeniums.' Bakugo cuts in. 'They can explain over dinner. Sit.'

Shinso obliges, slipping into a seat at the table. 'I have news of Mina.'

That perks everyone's ears.

Producing a letter from his inner jacket pocket, he brandishes it in the air. 'She seems to be enjoying the sea air down south, says she's learned a lot from Midnight.'

Bakugo snatches the letter, quickly skimming through the neatly written hand. He hums. 'Established some links with the Mirko company – could be useful.'

Reading over his shoulder, Kirishima snatches the letter as soon as Bakugo's eyes reach the bottom. 'I miss her.'

'Me too.' You sigh. 'She'll only be gone another month...'

'And we can welcome her back with a score.' Shinso grins, his crooked teeth nipping gently at his lower lip.

Eyebrows furrowing, you glance around the table. 'But -.'

'You're to the play the Duke's daughter instead.'

'I -.' Part of you wants to argue, but you know there's no point. There's only one reason that you're to take the roll of the Duke's daughter, after all.

'I'll take a look at the dresses tomorrow, see what we've got that fits... I can always adjust one of Camie's.' Bakugo offers.

The conversation dissolves then, the room filling with plans and laughter as the bowls we're cleared away and a plate of freshly baked cookies took their place on the table. Bathing in the revelry of having the crew, mostly, all together, you barely notice as the sun begins to slip from the sky leaving the kitchen soaked in the soft glow of lamp light. It isn't until Bakugo yawns, declaring it bedtime, that everyone begins to slowly make their way to their retrospective rooms.

Bakugo heads off first, Kirishima dutifully in toe behind him as they slip into one of the backrooms where a small, stuffed mattress awaited them.

Shortly after Tetsutetsu turns in, slipping into a his coat and swiping a singular golden coin from the stash as he trots back up the stairs, presumably on his way to find something comely to warm his bed for the night.

Lastly, it's Shinso, who offers you a knowing look when you dish out one last portion of soup and dutifully turn towards the upper bedrooms.

He rolls up his sleeves and sighs before dipping them into the soapy water filling the sink, listening as your steps echo as you climb. No-one comments on the empty chair at the head of the table.

Wrapping your knuckles on the office door, you balance the soup dish on your wrist while trying to shove open the door he's evidently jambed shut. Sometimes, you really do wish he where less fickle.

'I brought you food...' Your voice is low, sweet in the back of your throat as you edge into the room and spot him laying on his bunk.

'You didn't come down for dinner.'

Sero grunts, not moving his eyes from the ceiling. 'I'm not hungry.'

'Hanta... You can't keep doing this to yourself. You've barely a week of starvation in you and we're coming up on day three.'

'Just leave me.'

'Listen, I know -.'

'Know?' He sits up then, eyes burning as he fights the tick in his jaw.

'Please. Tell me what you fucking know...' Tongue licking at his back teeth he growls, spitting his words at your feet. 'You're probably loving this, aren't you? She's gone. I'm as good as bloody kept now, aren't I.'

'I don't.'

'Don't act stupid, Dearest.' He coos, but there's no fondness in his tone. 'I know how you look at me. Gods, if I all, but stretched out here and welcomed you to bed I bet you'd ride me out of sheer desperation while I laid back and thought of her.' A murky laugh bubbles in his throat as he cocks his head to one side, legs spreading in mocking invitation. 'That brother of mine seems to enjoy sharing his pallet with you often enough, maybe you're in want for a change of cock.'

Cocking your hip, you dig a fist into the fat there. Your nails dig into your palm, carving out raw half-cresents in the skin. 'Have you finished?'

'Ha. Have you been practicing that? If I'm inclined to forget half of my life, you're almost a semi-decent imitation.'

'I know you're hurting, Hanta. All's I'm asking is that you -.'

'You really shouldn't try so hard, y'know... To be her. Take it from a mummer himself, you'll never come close to the real thing.'

'I'm not trying to be her. It's you who wants that, Hanta. Not me. If she where me, she'd be the one stood here trying to stop you from starving yourself to death like a pathetic divorcee and I'd be off somewhere else doing God only fucking knows what...' You collect yourself, if only just and place the bowl on the floor at your feet. 'Now eat. One good meal won't get in the way of you being love-sick.'

Turning on your heel, you bite your lip. It's all you can do to stop the tears. The marks on your palm sting, but even that is a dull comparison to the claw marks now inflicted across your heart. You've barely reached the bottom step when you hear it, a scuffling that gets your hopes up, before a loud bang shatters them once more. You don't bother to hear what is muttered in the dark after it, you don't care to know.

'He's a mean bastard...' You whisper to yourself, violently clearing your face before stepping foot back in the kitchen.

Shinso is still there where you left him, a pile of newly clean plates by his side.

'Sorry for abandoning the chores.' You force a smile, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you prepare to dip them into the sink. Shinso just chuckles. He dips a new plate into the water and hisses.

'S'nothing. He still acting like a kicked puppy?'

''fraid so... Matter of fact.' Pulling your hands back before they hit water, you pluck another bowl from the cupboard and set about spooning out another helping of soup from the pot still bubbling on the stove. 'Would you mind taking him up another dish? He won't take anything from me and I'm pretty sure I heard him toss the last down the stairs. I'm rather hoping you'll have more luck.' Once the bowl is full, you slip it onto the table and reach for a loaf of bread.

Cracking it in half, you lay it on a plate. 'I'll finish up here.'

'I -.' Shinso sighs, wiping his hands on a chequered rag.

'It's fine, really.'

There it is, that forced smile again. Shinso chews the inside of his mouth.

'We're already a hand down tonight, what's one more? It's been a while since I've had the kitchen to myself.'

'As his brother, it pains me to say this, but he really isn't worth half of the trouble.' He takes the dishes from the table and cocks an eyebrow at you as you busy yourself with the ones already in the sink.

You laugh, snorting before shooting Shinso an equally as amused look. 'Says the man who routinely puts himself in harms way for said brother.'

'That's different.' He deadpans. 'He's never picked up a habit of making me cry.'

You drop the dish in your hands. 'I'm not -.'

Now, it's Shinso's turn to snort. 'I know how long it takes to get from here to his room and back again and you where about ten minutes too long, even with all the vile things I can guess he spat at you. Plus...' He reaches up and smooths his knuckles across the curve of your cheekbone. 'Your cheeks are red.'

'I -.'

'I'll take him the soup, but I'm doing it for you. He could starve for a week longer for all I care.'

'Thank you, 'Toshi.'

'You're one of us. We look after our own...' He grinds his teeth, tipping his head. 'Or at least, we're supposed to.'

Sero rolls his eyes as soon as soon as the door is kicked open. He's laid back on his bunk, arms folded underneath his head, eyes trained carefully on one particularly large spot of mould on the ceiling. 'Just because a different man holds the spoon, doesn't mean I'm more likely to eat'

Not bothering to pause, Shinso marches across the room in barely two strides. 'Just as well I haven't brought you a spoon then, isn't it?' He tips the bowl onto Sero's exposed stomach.

Sero yells, scolded.

'You, Sero Hanta, are the biggest cock I've ever fucking met.'

Wincing through the radiating burn, Sero manages to huff out a cocky snort. 'Why, thank you.'

'She's just trying to help'

'Well I don't fucking need it.' Reaching under his bed, Sero snatches up his discarded nightshirt to clean the spill from his skin. 'Nor, do I need you soiling my bed clothes.'

'Be glad it's just soup.'

Sero opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly silenced again by his brothers glare.

'You break her little heart twice a day and she doesn't trouble you with it and yet, every time Cam runs off – somehow it's her that bares the brunt.' Shinso folds his arms across his chest. 'She's a nice girl, Hanta... She's family.'

'Ah, so you are fucking her after all.' He chuffs. 'What is it? Jealous she's still got a taste for my cock?'

A growl builds in the back of Shinso's throat, the muscle in his jaw flaring as he grinds his teeth. 'I'm going to pretend to have misheard what you're attempting to insinuate for your own fucking good... Get a grip of yourself before I have to knock some sense into your myself.'

'Consider me fully scolded.' Sero clicks his tongue. 'Is that all you came here to do?'

'She's done your half of the washing and made preparations for tomorrow night; thought you could do with a few nights off. So you can mope here all week for all anyone gives a shit.'

Sero sits up at that, his eyes wide. 'She's supposed to be doing the first touch tomorrow -.'

'And she's still offered to do your half of the choring... ' Shaking his head, Shinso sighs. 'She's more than you deserve. That's for damn sure. Without her, we'd fall apart.'

Sero pauses. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up. 'Is there anymore soup?'

'Yeah.' Shinso chuckles, gesturing the bed. 'In a puddle on your blanket by the look of it... If you want a fresh bowl, you'll have to get it yourself.' He strides off towards the door, but stops at the door to turn back over his shoulder. 'And you best be as gracious as a fucking priest when you do.'

The water is scolding your hands. Your wrists have vanished, lost below the soapy bubbles as you fish for the last bits of cutlery lost in the sink. Behind you, the stairs creek making the muscles of your back tense even as you try to keep your shoulders relaxed. Maybe it's the years you've lived together, or the fact that your heart skips a beat each time you hear him, but there's no mistaking the foot falls for anyone other than Sero Hanta.

He appears, shirtless, at the foot of the stairs, but doesn't press into the kitchen.

You ignore him. Focusing instead on the burning of your hands as you pluck a fork from the water and begin to clean it.

Sero clears his throat.

Still, you clean.

He sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets before approaching the stove. Lifting the lid of the pot, he inhales through the steam that leaps from inside. 'Do you mind if I -.'

Turning, you absently pass him a bowl. 'There's still some clean spoons in the draw.'

'Thank you.'

You nod.

Spooning a decent helping of soup into a bowl, Sero takes his time choosing a spoon. It's mindless work, a waste of time as his mind whirrs – trying frantically to come up with something, anything to say to you.

The thing is, Shinso's right. You are more than he deserves and then some, but he's never been good with sweet things. That's why him and Cammie work so well.

They don't.

With you, there would be the possibility of a future. One that involves a quiet life, without crimes and games, a small house and weekly breakfasts with Bakugo and Kirishima, fuck... Children, a pretty little stone shining on your delicate finger.

He could give you all of that, but he can't give you what he knows you really crave.

He doesn't turn around when he speaks, instead, he hangs his head and talks to cream of his soup. 'You know I wish it were different...'

'It isn't that hard not to be a cunt, Hanta.'

'You know what I mean.' He winces.

You chuckle, but its a cruel noise that trickles off of your lips. 'So what is it? You wish I didn't yearn for your affections, or that you loved me like you love her?'

'Yes, well...'

Yanking your hands from the water, you splay your palms on the cold surface beside the sink. You're used to this, the numbness that so often overtakes you. The knowledge of your unrequited affection is like a balm, a prickling salve that serves not to sooth, but to prolong your suffering.

If you were able to let go, you would have, but you've loved him since you first laid eyes on him all those years ago when two scared children had come together for scarce more than survival.

'I sound bitter, I didn't mean -.'

He chuckles. 'You did. It's okay. I think that might be the normal thing.'

'What?'

'To hate me. To, to -.'

Your eyebrows furrow, your heart giving out in your chest as you consider a world in which his assumption might me true. 'I don't hate you.'

Turning finally, Sero leans back against the wooden surface of the kitchen counter. He licks his lips. 'You should.'

You lift your head, twisting until you can look at him.

At first glance, you'd be forgiven to think that his eyes were black, but on closer inspection, or under the right light, the faint, deep chocolate of his iris' shimmer – soaking up the light around each of his blown pupils. Now, with them trained on you, you're allowed to bask until you lose your nerve. Dropping your gaze, you tangle your fingers with one another. 'I could never.'

A sadness washes over him. 'You'd be better off finding refuge under Kaminari or Monoma.'

'Hardly a satisfactory refuge...' You chuckle, letting the noise lighten your mood.

He shares in your laughter, before allowing the sound to die on the back of his throat. Turning back to the counter, he palms the bowl of soup and slips a spoon into his pocket.

In two short steps he stops in front of you. His spare hand reaches out, curling around your shoulder. The tips of his fingers dig gently into the flesh and muscle covering your shoulder blade as his thumb smooths over the dip of your collarbone: caressing. Your skin blooms for him, heat rising through you as you allow yourself to think of all the other touches he could gift you, but any further thought is silenced as the gentle press of his lips touches to your forehead. Lingering, his lips hover barely a millimetre above his kiss.

'You deserve better than me.' He whispers it into your hair line before stepping away.

You feel the chill of him leaving, feeling an odd sense of abandonment and longing settle bone deep inside of you as he crosses back across the kitchen, towards the stairs. He's talking, but you don't quite register the words, not even as he calls your name.

'Forget the touch tomorrow. We'll scrap the job. It was a terrible plan anyway...' He hums. 'I think I should take some time away, let Bakugo and Shinso handle things for a while, maybe.'

He's gone, almost at his room, you'd guess by the time you leave your trance. Your fingertips find his kiss, touch gently against the skin there and feel the warmth of his lips as it slips, absorbed by your skin.

You smile.

He might not be able to give you what you want, what you crave. But, you'll always have this.

A singular, sorrow-filled kiss.

-> Masterlist

[hnm-tech-support]

I’m curious, what species are you and your brother? Ones created by Nightmare, or…?

"Oh yeah! Kinda. We're not like demon beasts or anything like that though. There's some funny word for it. Cammy-on, somethin' like that. We're part human, which were these weird aliens from a long time ago and-"

"I believe I could explain it better, dear."

"Whoa hey I was-"

"Greetings, I'm Dr. Yeva, head of Holy Nightmare's Biotechnology Division. You see, PTM-024-B here is-"

"That's not my name, doc!"

"-is one of the results of countless years of work in the creation of a stable fusion of daemonium somnia and the now extinct homo sapiens- previously thought to be physically impossible. In some cultures they would be known as a 'cambion'- a cross between human and demon. I would describe the process in detail but I'm sure it would be beyond your understanding- as well as being highly classified."

"Are you done? This is MY-"

"There were certainly failures along the way, and our latest results are still less than perfect, but science is all about perseverance."

"Oh for fuck's sake..."

"Despite the difficulties, I cannot begin to tell you what an honor it was to be chosen to work with our Lord to bring His "children" into being. Even if some of them can be ungrateful-"

(Tech Support decides to just exit the room and do something else.)

(Propaganda?? @kirbyoctournament)

[tai-lung]

The villains + fight scenes

[adelacreations]

Since Lord Billy doesn't own the Camaro, he owns a mutated Shire horse named Cammy. He loves Cammy, though she tries to eat his hair on occasions.

The servants have been eaten by Cammy before. But it's fine.

Steve is terrified of her though. He's afraid of horses

[rygoespop]

KOF XV: Aftermath

So, with the reveal of Vice and Mature in KOF XV recently at EVO, and with Terry set to be in Street Fighter 6 this year in Autumn, and with City of The Wolves coming out next year, I made this fun story, so enjoy

Scene opens at the KOF Tournament, as the flame gone off, signaling that the 15th Tournament came to an end with the reveal of Vice and Mature

Announcer: Well, that was an incredible Fifteenth Tournament, we hope we will see you again!

Scene cuts to all the KOF XV Characters all chatting of what’s next

Hinako: Please Ms. Jenet, take me under your wing

B. Jenet: I wish I could, but my schedule is tied, sorry Hinako

Hinako: Oh ok, I understand *she heads off to chat with Shingo*

Soon, Terry along with Rock and King of Dinosaurs all came up to B. Jenet

Rock: Hey Jenet

B. Jenet: Hey Rocky! Oh, hey Terry and Dinosaur

Terry: Hey, since the recent tournament is done, it’s time we get ready, we got another chapter ahead of us

King of Dinosaurs: Yes! I’m so happy to get to bring back my old Tizoc costume! *he brings out a chest, opens it and reveal his old Tizoc costume*

Rock: So, that’s your old mask

King of Dinosaurs: Yep, and I haven’t worn it in 19 Years! I can’t wait to wear it again!

Terry: Ok! Now we need to connect Marco Rodrigues and-

Suddenly, as Terry can finish, a beeping sound has gone off

Haohmaru: Huh? What could it be Terry?

Andy: What’s wrong brother?

Terry: It’s my Pager *he takes his Pager out*

Blue Mary: Pager?

Terry: It’s a gift from a certain friend! *he plays the Pager’s message*

Ken: Terry! Metro City needs your help, it’s Bison, and he’s back!

The message ends

Rock: Terry, who was that?

Terry: That was Ken Masters, and he needs my help! *he hurries off to the docks in Tokyo*

Andy: Terry! Where are you going?!

Terry: Off on a mission, to Metro City!

All the fighters cheer for Terry, all except for Mai as she is determined not to be left out again

Mai: Oh no you don’t! *gives chase*

Andy: Mai! What are you doing?!

Mai: Sorry my lovely Andy, but I’m not gonna get left out again!

Yuri: Come back!

Terry arrived at the docks and there was a ship that goes to Metro City, and Terry quickly got on board

Terry: Hold on Ken! I’m coming!

As the ship left with Terry on board, Mai caught up on another ship, unaware that the ship she is on, goes to Africa

Mai: Not on my watch you wolf!

Meanwhile, at Metro City, it was taken over by the newly resurrected Shadaloo, with M. Bison back in full recovery in his old suit, now with his 3 subordinates (JP, AKI, and Ed) by his side, as they capture all the Street Fighters (Ryu, Ken, Guile, Chun Li, Cammy, E. Honda, Dhalsim, Dee Jay, Blanka, Zangief, Juri, Rashid, Luke, Jamie, Kimberly, Manon, Marisa, and Lily) and have them imprisoned

M. Bison: Heh heh heh! Oh this is a grand day, the day where Shadaloo has fully been revived, soon all you Street Fighters, will be interrogated by us

Dee Jay: Hey mon! You are Cuckoo cuckoo crazy!

M. Bison: *glares at Dee Jay* Oh, you think I’m crazy? Hmph, amateur

Dhalsim: Dee Jay, I wouldn’t recommend you angering him

Juri: *furious* When I get out Bison, I will have your eyes!

M. Bison: Tempting

JP: Lord Bison, shall we proceed for the demise of these Street Fighters?

M. Bison: Don’t be hasty, we’ll keep them in their prison until the time comes

Ed: Until then you Street Fighters

AKI: Sweet dreams, and share your final moments

The 4 members of Shadaloo cackle as they left

Guile: *Enraged as he pounds on the iron bars* BISON!!!

Ryu: It’s no use, despite everything we could to stop Bison, he has overpowered us.. Not even Akuma could stop him

Cammy: This really is the end..

Luke: Speaking of which Ryu, why didn’t Bison capture Akuma?

Ryu; Akuma is too strong to be captured, so he’s currently on the run, fighting against Shadaloo

Jamie: Well, this sucks! We can’t escape!

Ken: Well, don’t count on it yet

Jamie: Huh?

Marisa: What are you saying Ken?

Ken: Let’s say, I was able to contact an old friend to save us

Ryu: Who?

Ken: *smiled with confidence to Ryu* A friend, who is the Legendary Wolf

Scene cuts to Bison in his Throne Room

M. Bison: Now who is gonna stop us!

Scene now shows the ship arriving at Metro City, with Terry on board

Terry: Hold on guys, I’m coming!

Scene cuts to black, as Terry begins his battle with Bison

But what happened with Mai?

When the other ship arrived in Africa, Mai was dismayed, she arrived in Africa

Mai: This isn’t a city, but how did I end up here?

Scene shows Elena, who is observing Mai, as the scene cuts to black

Elena: Greetings new friend

Thus concludes this story