#he also keeps polaroids and his camera in his pockets!

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Fraggle Rock S/I

(picrew)

Name: Chirpy Fraggle

A photographer who found a Polaroid camera that Doc accidentally left near the hole in the wall. He's a pretty cheery lad (getting his name from that) and always wants to help others lift their spirits. It's impressive that he can remain so cheerful however as a big gimmick of his is slapstick coming from him often tripping/being a general pain magnet.

His aesthetics are heavily based off of the hippie movement as he is shown to be a big fan of nature, often having sticks and flowers stuck in his hair. And in the instances where we see his room along with the pictures he printed out he also has plants and flowers filling all the little nooks and crannies.

He's also very lovey dovey, making it no secret to the other Fraggles how much of a crush he has on Boober and Gobo. He's closest to Boober, not only being one of the only people who can actually make the guy laugh but also with all the accidents he gets into Boober often has to patch him up. He really admires Gobo however, his singing voice, good looks (for a Fraggle), bravery, and want to help out any friend in need really enchanting the lad.

(Hehe also @weirdgirlgf, my fraggle s/i :3)

[stansangel]

Take a Pic

Ford keeps a picture of you in one of his coat pockets ALWAYS. Even when he was in other dimensions it was always with him. (He lined the pocket with steel so it couldn't get destroyed. He didn't want to forget what you look like.) When he came back he was OBSESSED with taking pictures of you/drawing pictures of you.

Stan keeps one of you in his wallet, he shows it off all the time. It's a terrible picture of you that he took with a polaroid camera when you first woke up one morning, Mabel has a copy of it in one of her scrapbooks. He also keeps pictures of you and the rest of the family throughout the house/gift shop. They're so cutie patootie.

[half-an-hour-hence]

Romy headcanons because I have the brainworms

- Before she could control her powers, Remy used to steal T-shirts and jumpers that smelt of her so he could pretend that she was sleeping next to him at night. Now that it’s possible, he’s given most of them back.

- Rogue wears a locket with his picture in under her costume. He doesn’t know because she knows his ego will be inflated tenfold and he’ll tease the hell out of her.

- They cook together all the time. Rogue’s not the best at cooking but whenever she makes something Remy will consume all of it in the space of 0.2 seconds. And when Remy makes his pastries, Rogue’s always the first to try them. She does a little satisfied hum every time she tries something he’s baked, and he lives for that sound.

- Rogue bought Remy one of those crop tops that reads ‘I ♡ my wife’ and he wears it all the time. It’s his favourite.

- After Remy died in X-Men ‘97, Kurt found a few photographs of him and Rogue messing around at the beach, and he gave them to Rogue after she woke up in 1x08. She framed them and put them on her bedside table. She also found one of Remy’s cards in his coat pocket, and she framed that as well.

- Rogue owns a Polaroid camera and she takes it with them wherever they go. Subsequently, they both have hundreds of photos of them on their travels around the world lying around in their rooms. Rogue puts her favourites in a little photo album, and Remy decorates the wall above his bed with the ones he likes the most.

- Arcade dates are their thing. They both love the 2p machines and always share their coins, cheering each other on and gifting each other the small prizes they win. Rogue is very competitive when provoked, so they also love the games you can win tickets from - like skee ball and those coconut shy machines. They compete to see who can score the most points and always win loads of tickets. Remy keeps hold of them so he can take them to the counter to get a prize for his girl.

- After Rogue learns to control her powers, they become even more fucking insufferable. Scott has cut them out of multiple missions before because they earned a reputation of not being able to control themselves and were frequently caught making out in the middle of a battlefield.

- Rogue gets cold very easily. Remy’s like her radiator

[tj-dragonblade]

[Connect 4 FIC] Mementos

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: G Word Count: 1243 Tags: fluff, pre-relationship, future fic, photography

Notes: For the @sandman-connect4 prompts Goldfish and Photography

Summary: Hob waxes nostalgic about an old hobby that's also his newest career.

On AO3

"Photography is such an amazing innovation, yeah?" Hob snaps another photo as he speaks, capturing the elegant swish of orange and white fins just breaking the pond's surface. "Still marvel over it, sometimes, used to it as I am."

"Indeed." Dream is drifting along at Hob's side, interested and attentive, and Hob knows by now that no one nearby will pay any attention to his ramblings so long as Dream is here with his notice-me-not aura. He's free to speak of whatever he likes without fear of being overheard.

"Couldn't imagine, first I heard of it—a device to take your portrait, without having to sit for a painter? Unthinkable! But it was true!" He snaps another pic as a particularly elegant fantail wriggles past a lily pad. "Couldn't wait to get a daguerreotype taken; I still have it, stored away for safekeeping, along with every other portrait I had done in the nineteenth century. They just kept refining and improving on the process—it was amazing, y'know? How marvelous, this ability to capture an image exactly as seen, and it just kept getting better. Had plans to show you the latest I'd had done at our meeting in 1889, if I hadn't put my foot in it first." He snaps another photo, two fish swimming past one another in a graceful floating of fins, and keeps right on talking before Dream can offer any commentary on that particular phase of their friendship. It's water under the bridge, done and gone and forgiven and he doesn't need an apology every time it comes up.

"And then personal-use cameras became a thing, and the tech just kept improving. It was so exciting to have the ability—I could just, y'know, pick up a camera and take pictures of whatever I liked! Any time! People I'd eventually have to leave behind, I could keep pictures now, if I wanted. Don't always, y'know, I've gotten very good at picking up and moving on when needed and not pulling a bunch of baggage after me, but it's nice sometimes to have those photos there to look back on when the memory starts to fade."

Dream makes a soft sound of agreement as Hob crouches by the edge of the pond, snapping a few rapid-fire shots from the new lower angle.

"And then Polaroids! Didn't even have to send those out, just wait a few minutes and wave it about a bit. Instant pictures. Fantastic. And then digital cameras? Phone cameras? Video, of course? Nowadays everybody's got hundreds of photos in their pocket at any given second, everyone can record or commemorate anything in their life that they want at a moment's notice, and I think that's just brilliant." He grunts as he rises back to his feet, steps away from the perimeter of the pond to capture a wider shot.

"Spent a lot of time on photography as a hobby, middle of last century," he continues as he works. "Amazing how accessible it was. Learned how to develop my own film, which lenses could do what, played with anything I could get my hands on. It was just so cool."

"It was this time as a hobbyist that led you to your current career choice, then," Dream says, in a tone of dawning understanding.

"Yeah, more or less." Teaching had lasted him another decade and a half after Dream's return before he'd needed to pull up roots and reinvent himself, and his old hobby had called to him. "With the trending interest in reviving analog photography it seemed a decent choice after retiring 'Professor Gadling'. Wasn't hard to get hired; most of what I shoot for the magazine's still digital—most of their subscription distribution is digital—but they've got an analog branch catering to collectors and enthusiasts and lucky for me I'm proficient in all of it."

"The luck perhaps belongs to your employer, in securing your skills," Dream offers, with one of those little smiles that Hob so loves to collect. He offers a grin of his own.

"I'll be sure to tell them you said so in my next appraisal."

"And do all of your assignments involve photographing fish?"

Hob laughs. "Nah, course not—it's a lifestyle-and-interest publication; I wind up shooting all sorts of things. This guy's been maintaining his ponds here for decades—probably knew that already, didn't you—and they wanted to do a feature on it. I was chuffed to get the assignment; I've been fascinated by pond building and maintenance for a few years now and I'm pleased to see this fabulous setup in person."

Dream says nothing, studying the pond in uncanny stillness as Hob takes a few more photos.

"Lovely creatures," he says at last.

"Aren't they?"

"They remind me of my sister."

"The one who—?" Hob makes a sweeping gesture with one hand meant to indicate himself and his whole still-alive thing.

"No; the youngest." Dream crouches, dangles fingertips in the water. "They often feature in the way that perception alters around her."

Hob waits to see if anything further is forthcoming, then tucks that small piece of information away to hopefully be expanded upon at a later date. He's learned much about Dream in the last couple decades by paying attention when these little dribs and drabs of personal information are offered and waiting patiently for the next.

He pauses in his photographing, glances sideways down at his friend. "What do their dreams look like, then? Do fish even sleep?"

"Not as such. Not as humans do." Dream wriggles his fingers, once, the surface rippling gently in their wake. "Their dreams are fleeting, gossamer; ephemeral wisps of comfortable waters, of safety, of plenty." There are fish approaching to nibble at Dream's fingertips, orandas and comets and ryukins; Hob watches for a moment then pulls out his phone and snaps a picture, for himself.

Dream catches the change of equipment, glances up with another of those little smiles—indulgent. Hob snaps again, pleased to have proof of that smile, pleased that Dream is present enough in the Waking today to be captured by the camera.

"Oh, look at this fellow," he says, motioning to a large black moor that is swimming up to investigate Dream's fingertips, and slips his phone back into his pocket.

"A beautiful specimen," Dream allows, holding perfectly still while the fish mouths at one finger and then another. "His color is exquisite."

Hob grins. "Must sense a fellow goth in you." He lifts his work camera again, snaps a few of the lovely black fish after Dream has reclaimed his hand.

"Perhaps." Dream's still got that little smile, and Hob remains absolutely delighted to see it.

"C'mon. Let's go see what Mr. Goldfish-Enthusiast has got in his koi pond, over here."

The rest of the afternoon passes pleasantly, more fish photographed, more stories of Hob's past told. And in his pocket, safe in his phone, there are two new pictures of Dream to remind him of his friend when absences stretch long, as they sometimes must. It is comforting, after everything and all these centuries, to know that he's allowed these mementos. He's confident by now that Dream will always return; they have met more in the last twenty years than in the six hundred before and Hob is elated that the friendship he'd recklessly claimed in 1889 has blossomed so wonderfully in truth.

But it's nice he's got the pictures to prove it.

= Started: 11/21/24 Drafted: 11/29/24 Posted: 11/30/24

[trentlife]

JET SKI'S AND PAPS

summary: end of season vacation, one day you both go on a jet ski, & can't keep your hands off each other until the half expected appears behind you both

warnings: fluff, adult language

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the sun gazing down on your half covered skin, whilst you laid down in your cream beige bikini on the soft white hammock, in the middle of the bora bora island, living your best life.

yours and trent's relationship was rather private, you didn't like the idea of the whole situation of having to deal with the publicity and also the amount of social media following.

you where happy, probably the happiest you'd felt in months, meeting trent nearly 2 years ago changed you for the better. it was like he was your soulmate and god made you both coincidentally meet at your best friends boyfriends party. he was everything you wanted in a man, how kind and generous he was to you and your own family all the time.

the time was now 4pm and you heard the sound of a camera click which caught your attention. you opened your eyes to see a rather tall, handsome man hovering over you with his polaroid in his hand. the camera went literally everywhere with him on this holiday, him and his best friend jude have a strange obsession.

"what are you doing?" you asked, with the sun blinding your eyes.

"have you seen how fire you look? that bikini compliments you so well, and even the tits and ass." he mumbled so you wouldn't hear him.

"sorry what was that at the end?" you heard what he said, but hearing him say it turned you on.

"you heard me" he giggled kneeling down to come and join you on hammock.

his soft, smooth hands wrapped around your waist as his half naked body laid beside you with his head tucking into your neck.

"im so in love with it here, i feel like i may even like it more than the maldives" you looked over the crystal blue ocean and shared your thoughts.

"wow i thought you where going to say your so in love with me" trent rolled his eyes being sarcastic.

"trent, i literally tell you every single day, might actually even be hour, how much i love you." you curled your arm around his neck while his head laid on your chest. he looked up to you and you cupped his cheeks and gave him 3 pecks.

he laughed and placed his hand on your boob and closed his eyes and he slowly drifted off into a nap, and not long after, you did the same.

30 minutes later, you where woken up by the feeling of trent fiddling with your hair, while he admired you while you slept peacefully.

you opened your eyes, and the first thing you saw was your boyfriend giving you a beaming smile with them perfect teeth of his, which made you pull him to you and give him the tightest hug.

"can we go on the jet ski?" you seen people in the distance, and you couldn't resist not going on one.

"yeh we may as well," you both agreed and trent pulled you up and gave you bum a little smack whilst you walked in the villa to just grab more sun cream.

you both began walking to the main beach of the hotel, where all the jet ski's where lined up. trent took your hand in his and helped you onto it.

you wrapped your arms around his bare chest and held onto him.

"i beg you please don't go fast until i get used to it love" you informed him politely and he nodded his head.

the ride began and the cool breeze blew your hair in the wind, as you kept tight hold onto your boyfriend.

you then approached a shallow part in the water and trent hopped off the jet ski and pulled something out of his pocket. his polaroid.

"t-trent why do you love this thing more than me?" you joked to him and his laughed.

"your just looking to good today okay? now pose hotty" he hyped you up and you leant over on the jet ski posing.

"now they are fit" he said looking at them through the camera, and you sarcastically rolled your eyes.

you wobbled yourself to the front of the jet ski and now you where the driver, you just wanted to annoy him basically.

"let me get one of the both of us, get on behind me" you fidgeted with the small camera trying to get it on the setting.

as he sat behind you he put his arms over your shoulders and placed his hands on your chest as you both posed for the camera.

"smiling one" 📸

"silly one" 📸

"tongues out" 📸

"kissing one! 📸

you turned your head around and locked your lips together and took the pic. trent got a little to carried away and started winding you up by licking your lips, and you accidentally took a picture.

"that's my favourite one!" he informed you.

"your so annoying" you shoved him jokingly.

random sounds of flickering in the distance caught your attention, you had no idea what it was until your head turned around, and the hotel beach was bombarded with, paparazzi.

"fuck" where the only words to leave your mouth.

your boyfriend followed your head in the same direction, and came to realise what you where on about.

"for fuck sake, cant they just fucking leave me alone" he said in an angrily manor.

"y/n i know your not going to want this but we are going to have to head in that direction, other wise they'll be here until all hours and we may as well just get back."

his words would of bothered you 5 months ago, but now you just came to the conclusion that most places you would go together they would be the third person.

"trent" you tapped him, but he didn't acknowledge you.

"trent" you finally got his attention and his just lifted his eyebrows.

"honestly, at this point, i don't give a shit, let the world know your mine and mine only."

he looked at you in utter shock.

"yeh?" he questioned.

"fuck yes" you raised your arms in the air, and threw them over your boyfriends shoulders, you placed your lips onto his lips and just stayed there until you both let go.

"my girl and my girl only" you both giggled, and headed back to your villa, and boy he proved that to you.

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themirror liverpool and england superstar trent alexander arnold seen in bora bora spending time with gorgeous girlfriend y/n.

the couple have supposedly been dating for nearly 2 years, but keep their relationship away from social media and behind cameras.

the pair were spotted roaming around together on jet skis taking pictures of one another with each other and sharing plenty of kisses on top of that, definition of summer love!

is this finally the perfect girl for trent?

we will have to wait and see... 👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽

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user1 i wish they where public there so cute

user2 y/n is glowing!!!!!!!

user3 i wish i was her

user4 jealous

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[hereghostslive]

bucktommy angst, come and get it!!

sail away with me

"What about this one?"

Tommy points to a neatly drawn sketch of a sailboat. Its lines are intricate, the shading beautiful. Small enough to fit on their wrists.

He looks over at Evan and sees a small, knowing smile on his face. Tommy wishes he had a polaroid camera so he could capture it and keep it in his pocket forever.

Evan nods, and says, "Yeah. That one."

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Tommy's never gotten a tattoo before. He never felt the need for them. They're too permanent, for him. How do you decide which one is the right one? His therapist might say it's a manifestation of his commitment issues, but Tommy argues that's a baseless claim. Plenty of people who don't have tattoos are happily married.

It doesn't hurt as much as he thought it would. Considering how thin the skin is on the wrist, that's saying something. The buzzing of the tattoo gun is almost comforting. If anything, it quiets his mind. Lets him imagine floating on the ocean and staring up at the night sky, watching the stars dance, letting the waves take him wherever they want.

Evan sits in a chair next to the tattoo artist, waiting his turn. He's not looking at Tommy but seems to be laser focused on watching the lines come together on Tommy's wrist. His brow is furrowed, though, like he's thinking of something else.

"Hey," Tommy says.

Evan looks up and their eyes lock. A last check-in, Tommy supposes.

"Too late to turn back now, yeah?" he asks Evan.

He's asking about the tattoos but also something else. About today. Evan seems to know it, too. He's the one that filed the paperwork this morning.

Before Evan can answer, the tattoo artist chimes in. "Celebrating anything special today?"

Evan gives a strained laugh. "Yeah, you could say that."

The artist raises his eyebrow at Tommy, looking for clarification.

"We're getting divorced today," Tommy tells him.

The artist pauses for a few seconds but then goes right back to tattooing Tommy's wrist. "Interesting time to get a tattoo," he says.

"Yeah," Evan replies, looking straight at Tommy. "Too late to turn back, I think."

Tommy holds Evan's stare for a moment longer, then sighs, closing his eyes again. "Whatever you say, Evan."

The thing about sailboats is they depend on the wind. The ever-changing wind that at first brought he and Evan together, and also tore them apart.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun grows louder in his head. The night sky stretches across his mind. He watches the stars continue their dance as he sinks beneath the waves.

And waits for the wind to change again.

[sukunasbow]

photograph, glenn rhee.

summary: in which your husband loves taking off guard polaroid pictures of you, but you hate it.

warnings: nothing but fluff!

notes: i miss him! also if you want a song to listen to while reading i recommend ‘photograph’ by ed sheeran cus ngl it hits! not yet proof read!

You’re peacefully asleep in one of the guard towers, thinking Glenn is holding onto you and sleeping as well, when you suddenly hear a loud clicking sound. “The fuck?” You immediately open your eyes, being greeted by the sight of your smiling husband with a camera in his hands. “You creeper.” You roll your eyes, putting a hand over your face to cover yourself as he snaps another photo, a bright light quickly shining, followed by the sound of a photo starting to print. “Glenn!” You move your hand away from your face and move to gently smack his side instead, “I just woke up.” You huff. “And you look beautiful as per usual, now, smile.” He laughs, about to take another photo of you. This time, you sit up a bit more and dramatically pose just as he takes the picture. “Model material right here.” Glenn laughs, waiting for the polaroid to fully print. “You think?” You grin, jokingly posing again. “Oh, for sure.” He takes the new print and hands it to you, causing your eyes to widen as your smile fades, “Oh my god, never let anyone see this.” You cringe. “What? You look good! I’m keeping it.” He grabs it out of your hands. “Liar! I look bad in that!” You gasp. The photo featured your weird pose accompanied by your ‘I just woke up’ look. You just had on one of Glenn’s oversized shirts, and you looked extremely tired. “You look hot.” He kisses your cheek, “This is mine now.” He puts the polaroid into his back pocket, causing you to glare at him. “I’m gonna destroy that piece of junk.” You point at the camera that’s now beside him, causing him to glare at you in return, “Do not destroy it.” He warns. “Or what?” You snatch the camera, letting out a small laugh. Glenn smiles, “Or I’ll show the group this picture.” He grabs a photo from the small stack of Polaroids near him and holds it up. It’s a picture of you sleeping with some drool on the side of your face. “If you show that to anyone, you little stalker, I swear-” You start, “I won’t unless you destroy this beautiful camera!” He interrupts you. “Whatever.” You sigh, giving up and going back to sleep. “Mmhm.” Your husband mumbles, deciding to join you and go back to sleep as well, lying down next you and once again wrapping his arms around you.

[copias-girl]

The Papas vs Technology Headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! @ivyanddaisies

Prompt here

Primo

Ok Peepaw has no use for social media or technology. He’s still marvelling at his vintage tube tv, because he’s old and he was around before the tv <3 And he’d literally rather send a raven with a message rather than text. You pushed him to give it a shot, and being the sweet elder goth that he is, he gave it the good old college try just for you. Alas, he grew frustrated easily. He kept having to whip out the reading glasses to read what was on the screen, and he couldn’t tell if that vibrating in his pocket was the iPhone or if he was having a seizure. Not to mention, he accidentally activated Siri on several occasions and he thought the spirit of a demon was speaking to him and apparently telling him the weather forecast. The only thing he really found a use for was the gardening stuff on Pinterest, but he has plenty of books in the library for that anyway. And as for nudes? He has a Polaroid camera for that. Our sweet old man much prefers the feeling of answering calls on his candlestick phone, and he’ll gladly leave the selfie-taking to you ♥︎

Secondo

Alright, Mr. Worldwide tries to be hip and cool, so he definitely owns the latest iPhone. However, he’s had to replace it several times because when he gets frustrated, that thing goes flying across the room. He tried to use the voice dictation one time and his entire text came out hilariously wrong so he threw his phone out of one of the ministry windows. He texts with one finger like an old man, never uses emojis (he calls them hieroglyphics), and he keeps telling you that he wants to “duck your brains out”. He genuinely tries to take selfies, and that can be hit or miss. Sometimes it’s a typical old man selfie where you can see all the way up his nose, but he did execute this fantastic shirtless selfie one time,,, Bone Daddy starts an Instagram where he makes a few adorably lame posts trying to be edgy and dark. But he mainly uses that to post selfies (ones you’ve taken of the both of you) to show you off. He loves when you send him dirty pictures and he’s also found that FaceTime is perfect for some,,, fun activities 👀

Terzo

Oh my god, the biggest social media whore. He’s only two months younger than Secondo, but he’s somehow overcome his oldness and mastered the art of the iPhone. He has an Instagram, where he posts pictures of the two of you on dates or in bed together covered in rose petals and lip prints. Dude even has Snapchat, where he updates his story with some chaotic videos every now and then. He can text with his thumbs, but he does make some really hilarious typos which are exceptionally frustrating when he’s trying to sext with you (this man demands nudes from you constantly). He actually knows what most emojis mean- he will literally text you the eggplant emoji next to everything 🍆- and only has to ask for your help to decipher some of them. He rubs it in his brothers’ faces as much as he can, calling them old men because they don’t know how to use tech as well as he does. And Secondo finds his use of emojis really irritating because he has no idea what the fuck ‘🤪😝🙃🫠🥴🙄🥸💀’ means

Copia

Oh, Copia. Sweet pitiful Copia. He tries, he really does, but this man has no idea how to use emojis. He types with one finger, makes plenty of typos, and always uses the rat emoji for no apparent reason. Also, he disperses emojis into sentences so his texts always read like this:

Ciao 👋🏻🐀 bella 😚 I am going 🔜 to feed 🧀 my rats 🐀 want to come 😀 with me?🤝🏻

He’s such a dork and you never ever correct him because it’s just too charming. His selfies are often painfully awkward, because he thinks that just staring dead-eyed into the camera and snapping the picture constitutes as a selfie. And he’ll post those on Insta too, sometimes with captions that he got off Pinterest. Or sometimes the captions will be about rats for literally no reason. However, he does make awfully sweet posts about you that have your heart melting when you read them. This sweet man LOVES when you send him naughty pictures and rile him up via text. It gives him a thrill and makes him feel so special. Copia also surprisingly uses Pinterest occasionally, because he finds it relaxing. He’s such a gentle soul, and he enjoys saving things about pet rats, aesthetic things that he’d like to show you later, or even some recipes that the two of you could cook together. However, he doesn’t use Pinterest correctly. He doesn’t pin things, he just screenshots them (because you taught him how to take a screenshot). So even though he isn’t the most religious social media user or the best at working technology, he tries and has a good time ♥︎

[loveandleases]

(Our second fluff ABC's. This time for our hothead. You can find the first fluff ABC's here. Below the cut~)

A = Admiration - Cam admires honesty.

B = Body - Any part of MC, doesn't matter. Just know Cam is very much paying attention to all of their body.

C = Cuddling - There were many nights when MC and Cam were having a sleepover that Cam ended up half laying on MC. Cam loves to cuddle, and why not do that with your favorite person?

D = Dates - For Cam he would prefer something more laid back. While he would take MC out on the town if that is what they wanted, just having that one on one time is a plus in their book.

E = Emotions - They are known as our resident hot head for a reason. Cam can take a lot, he will bury it. (Looking at all those emotions he has pushed down for MC). If Cam feels someone is being rude or out of pocket just know he will do something about it. Even if it has nothing to do with him.

F = Family - For him, those people he considers famliy are the most important to him. Whether that is MC, or MC's aunt, even doggo. They matter to Cam. Now how that applies to his own siblings, you will just have to wait and see.

G = Gifts - He loves to give gifts, believes them to be little reminders of his appreciation. If you see the inside of Cam's room, you will see trinkets from many different points in his life. Things from his childhood, such as the first pebble MC gave him. To a stack of polaroids of Kara's first steps, to when he got the doggo for MC.

H = Holding Hands - He holds hands with such fervency. Afraid that if he lets go the person whose hand he was holding will cease to exist.

I = Injury - While Cam can handle pain thanks to growing up sick, he can't handle it when it has to do with people he cares about. When he saw MC's nose bleed (thanks Cam) he nearly fainted form the sight of blood. Just the idea of hurting someone gives him the ick. (unless that person is Chris.)

J = Jokes - Definitely a jokester, sometimes you just have to laugh to keep from crying. Sadly that is one of Cam's ideals. He will be sulking out of your view.

K = Kisses - Cam kisses with urgency, as if each one will be the last. Each one more dear than the one before.

L = Love - Cam has had love for people, platonically, and romantically. Though no love burns brighter or hurts as much as the one he has for his best friend. It's a love to never be given lightly or that expects anything in return.

M = Memory - He has many memories he holds dear, from the first word Kara spoke, to his first kiss. One of his favorite memories is prom, and when he headbutted Chris. (Okay that one yeah that one is top 5.)

N = Nightmare (what is one of their fears?) - One of his biggest fears is to be discarded. To be replaced and treated as if he never mattered at all. He can do without that.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) - MC will see Cam just grab at his hair and faceplant on the table, the couch even his bed. MC has yet to find out why but they always hear Cam mumbling things under his breath.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)- Red.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) - Cam prefers to just hang out, relax. Talk about your shared past and what coul be your future. Watch really cringey shows. Share a pint of ice cream together. Help in any way he can. Also…laundry.

R = Rhythm (what song do they hum to themselves, when they think no one is listening.)- He will hum anything even if he doesn't know the lyrics, his current go to is Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Ray.

S = Secrets (how open are they?) - With others he's not open at all, with MC like an open book. (well except for one secret he keeps close). He will never intentionally tell MC's secrets, those are sacred to him.

T = Time (how do they spend their time?) - Pining. Doodling in a journal he keeps hidden in a drawer. Taking horrible candid photos of people. Cam also likes to read, there will always be a book dog eared in his camera bag.

U = Upset (how do they act when they're upset?) - Depends on how upset he is. While somethings he will bottle, other things will make him out swear a sailor. Cam gives it his all in a lot of things, especially when it comes to cussing someone out. Did they bump into MC, alright hes going to tell them their mother should have swallowed. Our boy is fiesty sometimes to a fault. But it's because he truly cares.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) - Their accomplishments. While his parents don't recognize how good he is as a photographer, Cam is truly good at it. At capturing a moment or an idea just with photos. It's something he prouds himself on. If he sucks at everything else, at least he knows this is the one thing he can do.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) - He has a scar on the back of his thigh from doing just that. Cam will fight for you, beside you. To him it doesn't matter. You just tell him where to throw that punch.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) - Very well. There will be times when Cam can read MC better than he can himself. He won't always know when something is wrong or whats wrong, especially if your relationship changes. He will try his best to figure out whats wrong.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) - I can't give all the details away, but it would depend. It's not that he wouldn't plan it, it's just likely that he would be so overcome with emotion that he just blurts it out.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) - Someone touching their hand or a hug. He never really got them from his family so to him it's not only shocking when someone does it but its so comforting to him that he wishes it would never end.

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

[renren-006]

Poloroid |Sierra Six x Reader

Summery: When Six was given the Poloroid that Claire took of him he only had one person in mind to give it too. AS soon as he was done with the job he headed straight home to you.

Word Count: 466

Warning: fluffffff

A/N: hey hey!!! have not written anything for Six/Court in a bit and i thought this was a cute idea to do!! this is a very short little one shot!! hope you enjoy!!!

Six got that polaroid not too long after Claire got out of the hospital. She placed the picture next to his computer. When Court looked up at the girl she gave him a big smile.

“You know i'm really smart for my age” she told him, “i've seen you take only one caller the entire time you've been here” Court glanced down at his phone to see your name pop up. He glanced back up at the girl before he tucked the photo in his pocket and rushed to answer your call.

“Hey hun” you spoke to him over the phone. Your voice was like music to his ears. You were only allowed one phone call a week, per Court telling you so. 

“Hey there doll” he said, the photo burning holes in his pants. “I got a surprise for you when i get home”

“Oh yea? Please tell me it's not another thing for the kitchen. I love you but you don't need to get something new for the house every time you leave for a mission out of the country” you told him, exclaiming loudly over the phone. Court laughed, making not only your heart swell but also Clairs who was sitting on the couch, an ipad in her lap on the lock screen but was content on watching Six on the phone. She'd never seen him this happy, but when she noticed him pull a special photo from his jacket and a lady's face was on it, she knew he wasn't so straight laced and sticked as he had to be on missions. Court got off the phone with you not long after that, promising to be home soon. 

Once the last week was over and he was home to you the photo was in your hands before his bags were even dropped at the door. When you looked down and saw a polaroid of Court you smiled. He looked down at you with loving eyes. 

“Clair took this?” You asked, knowing all about the girl he was looking after. 

“Yea, surprised me the first day with a camera but i didn't get it back till last week after she was out of the hospital” Court told you. When you flipped over the photo a little note was stuck to the back. When you opened the folded piece of paper, it was a letter Claire. 

Dear Six’s lover…I still don't know your name,

I think he loves you. Well, I have a feeling that you two have been together for a long time. It's cute. Please tell him that I will be keeping the gum I stole from him and I hope he doesn't forget about me. He looks like a happy puppy when he's on the phone with you. Don't let him go.

[paintedstories]

Hello could you do a romantic version of "tom kaulitz meets a female version of himself."

Also I'll be this emoji ❤️‍🔥

Ahhhh such a cute emoji!!

Thank you for requesting ❤️‍🔥!

let's start by saying when this man saw you

shocked, and astonished!

when he saw you he knew you were meant for him

after he managed to make you his friend

you both soon became good friends

after some time when he confessed first

you two became THE couple

your friends where shocked to say the less

seeing you in a relationship

and with a guy that looks like the male version of yourself

same goes with Tom

Lets say that Bill did not expect it

in public he puts his hand on your back on the waist side and squeezes

paparazzi get photos of you two in the park or getting out of a store while laughing or jokingly punching one another

in all the paparazzi photos you both are laughing

he takes you to movies

morning walks with the dog

taking unHD photos with the camera while making weird noice's

he once gifted you a teddy bear and you forgot it at his place and he kept it, now taking it with him in every tour

he has little polaroid's of you two in his language and always wears one in his hat

you made him a bracelet once and he said that he wont wear it

lies

lies

liessssssssss

he keeps it in his pocket

dosen't wanna show you that he cares

when you both sleep togheter, he hugs you from behind and snuggles his face in the back of your neck

hi lovely ❤️‍🔥

I'm sorry that I've answered this late, I'm having my final exams, yesterday I've had one and tomorrow I will gain.

as allways for those who just meet me

I write for SKZ, TXT, and Tokio Hotel

but I'm open for anything

as always here is the master list 📃

(btw I think something happened with my master list links.if they don't work please tell me!!)

[booburt]

Hi, I've been wondering for the photography AU what general time period it's set in, what type of camera(s) does Koby use (it looks like a canon to me but seems to make polaroids, at least that's the surface level observation I can make from my extremely limited knowledge on cameras), what type of photography he personally enjoys and the type he usually does for work (if he does it as his profession too). What does Koby aim to capture with his images, the casual mundane life of an average person, an unreal, etheral sight in a place the average person can't go, Luffy's luffiness, etc? Also what's the general budget Koby has towards camera equipment (doesn't need to be that exact, just a general "he's broke" or "He spends all his money on lenses" would suffice)? My questions are kinda vague here because I'm going to research more about photography later. Thanks in advance :D Oh yeah and also does Koby travel, if not what's the general landscape of his nearby area. You don't need to answer this since I'll probably make it up but it'd be good to know.

okok i wrote this all in the few free periods i got earlier take what you will ^_^

also a doodle i did ages aaaaago with a bit of slightly illegible info in my awful handwriting (sorry)

actual answer vvv

- its a modern au!! so set like. now!

- koby uses sony cameras primarily but yes he does have a few canons (nikon confuses him)

- he has a seperate polaroid camera!!! he usually prints digitally from sd though

- for type of photography, he started with a passion for ocean and landscape photography, mostly beaches and any scene with water in focus. he also has an interest in portraiture but his love for portraiture only comes to play when he meets luffy. cheese cheese cheeeesyyyy because luffy smiles and hes IMMEDIATELY enamoured. anyway, he starts to study and practice portraiture in depth because of the pretty boy he met in maths class and eventually works up the courage to ask him to model for him. they get super close and eventually start dating; luffy likes how dedicated koby is to his work and how cute he is when he blushes.

-SORDY got carried away with the sappy lovey stuff. koby sells his landscape/wildlife photography at local stores as a side hustle thing haha. but he doesnt really do it professionally, he much prefers to keep it as a hobby / simple income.

- koby aims to capture the beauty of colour! he loves vibrancy when shooting with a softbox or some other source of light he will usually use something to change the hue rather than plain old bw on a simple white bg

- following on he HATES shooting black and white photos unless theyre negatives because idk i think he would think it looks cool. what a guy

- with luffy photography he just likes catching luffys smile or just luffy in general; whipped dud!!! he thinks he is gorgeous

- ahahhhh budget budgettt. lenses are fucking EXPENSIVE!!! he uses a 50mm that helmeppo got him for his birthday one year (rich kid stuff. he knew koby likes photography and searched Best Lense For People Pictures and bought the first one he saw) the 50 is canon as consequence so koby uses canon for loofy pics. he has an 18-55mm he uses as well.

- he is broke yes. koby does have a minimum wage weekend job to pay for living expenses but all in all that boys pockets are empty. luffy is the breadwinner (miss rabbit with the one zillion jobs) he works about 4 different jobs and is happy to pay for anything koby wants despite kobys adamant NOs. like i said he gets helmeppo to pay for a bunch of stuff and helmeppo pays on his dads card LOL.

- koby does travel! mainly by train or boat, not often does he go to an entirely different country but he has previously a few times. when he does go abroad he takes luffy with him!!!! (he looks pretty in the snow. he likes taking pictures of him in snow)

IM SO GLAD SOMEONE LIKES MY AU ENOUGH TO ASK ME THIS MANY QUESTIONS LMAO i had fun answering all of this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[harryfeatgaga]

not trying to stir shit up but I have always had this thought that Harry would keep a polaroid photo of you tucked in his wallet. It’s a cute shot of you in Anne’s garden with rosy cheeks from the sun and laughter, your hair wind-mused and wild, cardigan falling off your shoulders.

He remembers that day every time he sees the photo like he was watching the scene unfold before him for the very first time. You were twirling on the sun dappled grass to show off the swishy fabric of the prettiest little dress he’d ever laid eyes on and you looked so at ease with the familiar garden, so comfortable in his family’s space, so entirely yourself in that moment and he decided then that this was what he’d miss most of all while he was away; home. It was you with you head thrown back, an airy giggle floating in the crisp spring air, blooming against his chest just like flowers bloomed all around you. He was so caught in that moment, so taken by the intensity of the feelings that overcame him that he had barely noticed when he pointed the small camera at you, clicking the shutter button without taking his eyes off of you, not daring to miss a single detail. He would file this moment away for days when he was particularly homesick.

He would probably shove it in a pocket to develop, forgetting it was there in his haste to join you that he’d dig it up weeks after the fact and feel his chest swell all over again with fondness for you. His sweet girl. His pretty girl. The undeniable and undisputed love of his entire life.

<333

Like pls he is so soft!!! But also… He def keeps a less than sweet photo of you tucked right behind his credit card, a bit less obvious to prying eyes but visible enough for him. Just a little peek of his hand over the lace you wore that day, a tattooed cross over the swell of your ass <333

IM GONNA KILL MYSELFKFJDJSSNSJSHSJS WHAT THR FUCKKCKDJSJDHDNDNDJ PLEASEEEEEEEJDNDNJSKS

[summerwritesfics]

🌎It Takes More Than Meets The Eye

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Bi-Han Length: 2607 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Police/Crime AU, Undercover Officer!Hanzo Hasashi, Criminal!Bi-Han, Crimes & Criminals, Organised Crime, Undercover, Undercover Missions, Threats of Violence, Blackmail, Past Torture, Injury, Branding

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: Nother one that’s been on my complete pile for a few months now. :) Enjoy Hanzo and Bi-Han teaming up to track down Quan Chi. Title is from Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Crutch (altho I suppose it’s also a common phrase but like that’s where I personally yanked it from *shurg*)

Hanzo kept his head ducked low as he made his way through the warehouse. His mission had so far gone well, keeping a low enough profile that no one within the Lin Kuei had really taken too much notice of the new arrival. Slowly, he’d been able to gather evidence of their illicit activities. He still had more to find, and then he’d need to work with his colleagues to get arrests in place. Until then, he aimed to remain as unseen as possible.

Which was going to be difficult given that his presence had been requested by The Lin Kuei’s boss himself.

All he could do was hope he hadn’t been figured out. If he had, then entering that office would be a death sentence. But he couldn’t run either, as that would gain suspicion on him if there wasn’t already any.

As he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked. The voices on the other side went silent, before one of them called out “come in.”

Hanzo opened the door, stepping inside, he glanced around the room. He hadn’t been in here at all yet, and he was surprised by how sparsely decorated it was. Just a few bookshelves, a desk and a couple of chairs. Song Bi-Han, the man he was here to see, was sitting behind said desk, glaring at Hanzo. Another man sat on the other side of it to one side, eyeing Hanzo up with suspicion. He wasn’t anyone that Hanzo recognised, which was strange.

“You asked to see me, Sir?” Hanzo finally questioned, feeling his heart rate spike at the way both men were looking at him.

“Mr. Scorpion, I presume?” Bi-Han growled, his hands balled into fists on the table. “Take a seat.”

Hanzo swallowed as quietly as he could, before approaching the desk. He took the seat next to the unknown man, who shifted uncomfortably as Hanzo sat down. Glancing between the two men, a sinking feeling began to set in.

“May I ask what this is about?” Hanzo questioned, leaning back in the seat and trying to look as casual as possible. He didn’t need Bi-Han knowing this encounter was making him nervous. Even if he had been found out, he intended to go down defiantly.

Bi-Han silently regarded him for a second, before his eyes flicked over to the other man. The two stared at each other for a long moment, before finally Bi-Han nodded. The man reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. Hanzo held his breath, expecting it to hold photos of himself that proved he was really a cop. Indeed as the man emptied the contents of the envelope, a pack of photos fell out.

Except. None of them were of him.

He gingerly reached to pick one up. From the shape and format of the photograph, he’d say it was from a polaroid or similar type of camera. The subject of them was a bald man with red tattoos, wearing a dark suit. Hanzo recognised him as Quan Chi, the boss of a rival gang. He wasn’t looking at the camera, and it was clear this was a candid shot without the subject's knowledge. Glancing at the other photos, they had all been taken in a similar manner.

“Do you recognise this man?” Bi-Han questioned, and Hanzo snapped his head to look at him. Why the hell is Bi-Han asking me about Quan Chi?

“I know of him,” Hanzo decided to say, as he began to sift through the photographs. Quan Chi had been on the police radar for a very long time, but every attempt to take him down had ended badly, to put it lightly. “Quan Chi, boss of Netherrealm, right?”

Bi-Han hummed, leaning back in his chair. His fingers began to tap against the desk in a rhythm. “Is that all you know?”

“Yes.” Hanzo frowned and looked through the photographs some more, trying to figure out what he was missing. “I’m sorry, what exactly is going on here? Why are you asking me about Quan Chi?”

Bi-Han didn’t reply, he kept his eyes on Hanzo as he opened a drawer on his desk, reaching inside to fish out what looked like a file of somekind. He slammed it down in front of Hanzo. When Hanzo saw the piece of paper on the top, his blood ran cold.

It was his official police file.

“Given your position, Officer Hasashi, I would expect you to know details on one of the city's most notorious crime lords,” Bi-Han growled, nails digging into the wood of his desk. “Now. Tell me what you know about him.”

Hanzo was reeling. He’d been figured out, but Bi-Han seemed far more upset and fixated on Quan Chi. He did not understand this at all. Even with Hanzo being a cop, he didn’t actually know much about Quan Chi, just some basic info about the sorts of crimes he had committed.

“I do not know much else,” Hanzo mumbled, trying to take his paperwork from Bi-Han, only for him to wrench it back. “Outside of his crimes, all I know is that he’s got a lot of contacts that make it very difficult to prosecute him.”

Bi-Han bared his teeth, he began to lean across the desk, clearly trying to intimidate Hanzo, but it wasn’t going to work. He just didn’t have any more information than what he’d already shared.

To his surprise, the other man reached a hand forward, placing it on Bi-Han’s shoulder to stop him. He’d been so silent, Hanzo had almost forgotten he was even here. To his surprise though, the small action was enough to make Bi-Han pause, before taking a deep breath, and settling back against his chair again.

“Do you know where he operates?” Bi-Han questioned between gritted teeth, rubbing his face with his hand.

“We have an idea of the general area, but nothing concrete.” He shook his head, absolutely none of what was happening made sense right now. “But I’m not going to tell you any more until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“You have no right to make demands like that of me.” Bi-Han looked like he was about to explode. “I should kill you for daring to think I was stupid enough to not realise you were a pig.” He slammed his hand down against the desk, and while Hanzo refused to react, the man next to him flinched violently. “But… I’m willing to let you live if you just tell me everything you know about Quan Chi.” Hanzo refused to reply, making Bi-Han stand up. “Talk!”

“Bi-Han,” the other man’s soft voice cut in, so quiet Hanzo could have easily missed it. Yet again, Bi-Han and the mysterious other person shared a long look, before Bi-Han finally sat down again.

“Fine,” Bi-Han spat, before gesturing at the other man with his hand. “This is my brother, Kuai Liang.”

Hanzo did a double take at that. He’d known Bi-Han had inherited the Lin Kuei from his father, but he had no idea he had a brother. Now that he was looking at the two of them, the resemblance was obvious. Still, this didn’t fully explain what was going on here.

“Show him your arm,” Bi-Han ordered, and it took Hanzo a minute to realise he was talking to Kuai Liang and not him.

Kuai nodded, reaching for the sleeve of his sweater, before slowly pulling it up. Hanzo hissed at skin littered with bruises and scratches. There were deeper wounds though, the word “bitch” carved into his flesh like a brand. Without thinking of the consequences, Hanzo reached forward to take the arm in his hands. Kuai flinched in pain as Hanzo inspected the wounds. He’d heard of this before, whistleblowers from Netherrealm often talked about how Quan Chi would mark people who had pissed him off. He’d just never seen it in person.

“Quan Chi did this?” Hanzo guessed, looking at the bruises and scratches more closely. It definitely looked like they were from someone holding him down, nails digging into his skin.

“My brother has no part of this world, Officer Hasashi,” Bi-Han explained, reaching over the desk to take Kuai Liang’s other hand. “He’s a normal college student. At least as normal as my Father and I could manage to make it for him.” Hanzo watched as Bi-Han ran his thumb over Kuai’s knuckles, as if to comfort him. “Quan Chi targeted him to get to me.”

Hanzo took a deep breath, his eyes flicking to meet Kuai’s. “Did he do anything else to you?”

Kuai shook his head. “Just this. He said it was a message to my brother.”

It felt strange to be relieved that this was all Quan Chi had done to him. There were many rumours of the ways Quan Chi tortured people, and this was one of the tamer options. That said, it was very possible that if Bi-Han escalated, Quan Chi would do worse.

“You realise that poking the hornet’s nest so to speak is the worst way to deal with this,” Hanzo spoke, finally letting go of Kuai’s arm and turning back to Bi-Han. “Quan Chi is not a man to fuck with, he can and will do worse to your brother if you aren’t careful.”

That made Kuai give a high pitched whine, and Bi-Han’s face twitched.

“Then, let’s make a deal, Officer,” Bi-Han offered. “I will assist you in gathering any evidence you need to collect in order to throw Quan Chi behind bars.” Bi-Han sat back in his chair. “In return, the evidence you’ve collected against The Lin Kuei will be misplaced.”

Hanzo understood what was being asked of him. Forget his current investigation to go after another. Usually, he would dismiss this, take whatever torture Bi-Han would throw at him. But he knew full well Quan Chi was a big fish in the city, and getting enough to reel him in would be a breakthrough. Netherrealm were a far bigger threat than The Lin Kuei were.

Then there was Kuai Liang. If Hanzo refused, and then Bi-Han did something reckless that put his brother in danger… Hanzo didn’t want to think about the things Quan Chi would do to the young man. And if Kuai really was just a regular civilian, well, wasn’t it Hanzo’s duty as an officer to protect the innocent?

“The evidence against The Lin Kuei will accidentally meet a shredder,” Hanzo claimed, holding out his hand to Bi-Han to shake on it. “So long as I can get Quan Chi behind bars.”

Bi-Han nodded in agreement, before accepting Hanzo’s hand and shaking it. “Good. I am glad we have come to this agreement.” He let go and lent back. “First, we need to know where he operates.”

“We have tracked it down to the downtown area of the city.” Hanzo clicked his tongue. “It is a large area though.”

“Downtown?” Kuai whispered and rubbed his wrist like something just came to him. “Like where the outdoor pools are?”

“Yes, why?” Hanzo raised an eyebrow and stared at the young man.

“They blindfolded me, so I didn’t see where they took me but…” Kuai looked over to Bi-Han as if to request support. Bi-Han gave a short nod of his head for encouragement. “I could smell chlorine.”

Interesting. At the very least, they now had a more concentrated idea of where they had taken Kuai Liang. It wouldn’t be too amiss to think that was either where they operated or very close to it. Which would explain them not wanting Kuai Liang to know where they’d taken him.

“It’s worth checking for clues,” Hanzo voiced as he looked over to Bi-Han. Just the look on his face told him that Bi-Han was in agreement.

“Let’s go.” Bi-Han went to stand up and walk around the table, and Hanzo followed suit. As did Kuai Liang, an action that made Bi-Han pause. “What are you doing?”

“Coming with you?” Kuai replied like it was obvious.

“Absolutely not,” Bi-Han snapped, and while it sounded harsh, Hanzo understood where he was coming from.

“But-”

“Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han started, walking over to his brother and placing his hands on his shoulders. “Please stay here. If things go wrong, I need you to be safe.” Kuai looked like he was going to argue. “For once in your life, just do what I say and let me protect you.”

Kuai didn’t look happy, but backed down. Bi-Han sighed, and lent forward, gently pressing a kiss to Kuai’s forehead. He turned away, and walked over to Hanzo.

“Shall we?” He asked, not waiting for Hanzo to reply before stalking off towards the door.

Hanzo quickly glanced over to Kuai, who looked slightly dejected, but that was preferable to him being harmed. He tried to shoot the young man a reassuring smile. Kuai didn’t really return it, but he did wave slightly to at least acknowledge Hanzo’s efforts. Returning his attention to Bi-Han, Hanzo quickly followed after him.

They were at the far end of the corridor by the time Hanzo caught up to Bi-Han. Honestly the man was fast when he wanted to be.

“How long have you known I’m a cop?” Hanzo questioned, curious just how long Bi-Han had been sitting on that information.

“About a week into you being here,” Bi-Han muttered. That meant he’d been sitting on that information for almost a month.

“So… Why has it only been brought up now?” Any other crime boss would have killed him the second they figured it out. What did Bi-Han gain from not dealing with it immediately?

“I was digging into information on you that could be used to my advantage.” So… He was going to blackmail me? Strange. “Then Quan Chi decided to fuck with my brother, and I realised I could make use of you.”

“Right.” Hanzo was thankful that Bi-Han’s big brother instinct was stronger than his desire to make Hanzo pay. “I’m sorry for what happened to him.” Hanzo wasn’t sure that was the right thing to say but Bi-Han gave a frustrated sigh.

“I should have known this would be a possibility.” They finally reached a door, and when Bi-Han opened it, Hanzo realised they were in a garage with a very fancy blue car in the middle. “I was foolish to hope there was any honour amongst thieves. That Kuai Liang would be off limits.”

“Well, if we manage to take Quan Chi down, it’ll hopefully serve as a warning for any future morons who think it’s a good idea to harm your brother.” They reached the car, and when Hanzo looked over at Bi-Han, he was wearing a strange expression on his face. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Bi-Han pulled a key fob out of his pocket, pressing a button on it and unlocking the car's doors. “Let’s just go.”

“Okay?” Despite his confusion, Hanzo didn’t say anymore, just went to sit in the passenger seat. As Bi-Han got into the driver's seat, he didn’t bother doing his seatbelt up. Hanzo resisted the urge to admonish him for it, and instead said, “so, to the pools?”

“And if we find nothing there, we search the general area,” Bi-Han agreed, starting the car's engine.

As they left the garage, Hanzo couldn’t help but study Bi-Han’s expression again. The other man looked almost flustered by something. Nothing happened that would have gained that kind of reaction.

He shook his head, putting it to the back of his mind, and returning his focus where it needed to be; tracking down Quan Chi.

[markanddebbie-protectionprogram]

part 2

now we’re off with headcanon’s on mark with his aunts!!

we got aunt holly and aunt amala <33

> for aquarus and martian man

> for red rush and darkwing

> for black samson and immortal

war woman

she was the one that taught mark how to braid hair <33 (mark braided debbie’s hair, also immortal’s when immortal used to have a mullet)

secretly loves showing off that she lets mark dangle on her bicep like he’s on a monkey bar when she flexes her arm

she jokingly hands over her mace, or any heavy weapon she has on her, to test if mark’s powers have kicked in can you imagine how proud she would be of how loving and caring of a hero mark is rn i want you to cry with me

probably the main reason why mark is super open and close with so many gay people on the show. she and her wife and debbie have taught him to respect the women and the gays and the gay women i know this this is canon actually

green ghost

see this photo? 

^^ yeah she took that

she’s around with in so many grayson family celebrations

mark’s graduations and moving up ceremonies? alana is there. that baseball game? you bet that she has the best shots of mark and his team. birthdays? count her in and a photo album by the next day full of prints

that green stone she swallows? good lord she had to have her friend sew that extra mini pouch with a button inside her pant pocket to keep it secure cause mark almost choked on it when he was a kid (there’s no way they’re trying or risking it again even if it could give him powers, choking hazard and all that)

she gifted mark a polaroid camera for his birthday. it’s pretty old now and they don’t sell the films for its model but mark couldn’t find it in himself to throw it away