#hes a little ooc but whatever

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Deep Regret: Dante x Male Reader

Summary: Younger Dante was a much different man than he is now; things that are forever burned into your mind. Things that bubble back up to the surface and you tried to suppress; but this time, you are unable to quell your inner turmoil.

Beginning Notes: Originally this was a Nero fic. but the further I got the more I felt this fit Dante better. Minor blood warning; it's only for the first paragraph. 🌦️🍃🌦️ Male reader x Dante Unestablished relationship; however, there is talk of being friends with benefits--although it is not mentioned, it was during the time between DMC 2 and 4.* Angry fluff? Dante is a fucking idiot; seriously. Minor internalized homophobia (Dante)

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     Today’s contract had been long and grueling; not only were you out of bullets, but you were also running out of patience.

     With a swift kick, you knocked a Hell Cania to the ground and kneeled on its back. A loud growling shout left your lips as you pulled back on the demon’s neck, followed by the sound of tearing flesh and tendons. Blood spurted from the demon as you yanked harder; ripping its head from its body. With a slight twitch of irritation on your lips, you tossed the disembodied head from the corpse and stood up. 

     Dante watched with a wide-eyed confused expression at your sudden animalistic aggression. If you had been in a better mood, the red devil would have made a playful remark about how that was semi-arousing; but the two of you just continued forwards in an uncomfortable powder keg of silence. 

     Generally speaking, you didn’t consider yourself an angry person but you’d reached your breaking point. The worst part was, you didn’t even have the right to be this pissed off with the legendary hunter; only making your annoyance worsen.

     Not being able to stand the silence any longer, Dante finally spoke, “So… You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or..?”

     With gritted teeth, you clenched your fists in a vain attempt to stay calm, “No.”

     Dante pursed his lips, “Then what’s wrong?”

     “Nothing,” you answered him curtly.

     “Come on,” he sighed and walked faster to catch up to you, “I know something’s up--Did Verge say something rude again?”

     “No,” with an audible swallow, you grumbled, “Just leave it be.”

     “Nope, sorry I can’t do that,” with a bright laugh, he playfully shoved your shoulder. 

     Without thinking, you turned and socked him right in the nose; breaking it.

     “Hey!” the red devil yanked his nose back in place as it healed quickly, “What the fuck is your problem?!” he threw his hands up in frustration.

      “My problem?” your tone was angry enough that it had circled back around and become an uncanny calm.

     “Yeah, your problem!” Dante’s lip twitched as he scowled. 

     With violently angry steps, you turned to approach your partner, “You-!” you jabbed your pointer finger harshly into his chest, “You are my fucking problem, Dante!”

     “The fuck did I do?” he hit your hand away from him.

     “Don’t play stupid,” you shoved him harshly, making him stumble back a bit, “You know exactly what I am talking about!”

     Silence had re-emerged as the two of you stood staring at one another Dante had a confused hardened glare and you had a large enraged scowl. That’s when you fully allowed yourself to snap; taking him by surprise. 

     You tackled him by the hips to the ground and pinned him down. Dante squirmed a bit before shoving you off him. Using the momentum from the shove, you stood back upright. Still unsure of what was going on, Dante stood back up as well. The two of you got into a small scuff; which only confused Dante more. The red devil did his best to not hurt you (since he could quite easily break your bones or worse) while you didn't hold back in the slightest. Seeing an opening, you used a Muay Thai sweep and knocked him back onto the ground. Then you pinned him underneath you, harshly digging your elbow into his throat--staring deeply into his turquoise eyes. 

     He put his hands up in defeat, “Alright- Alright, I yield,” it was then that he noticed your pained stare and decided to take a calmer tone with you, “Just tell me what I did.”

     A tremble found its way to your lip as you dug harder into him before removing yourself from his neck. You stood up and moved your jaw side to side in thought. With a purse of your lips, you shook your head and turned from him; not only ashamed of what you just instigated but of why your mood was soured in the first place. 

     However, the red devil wasn’t having that nonsense and he bolted upright. Quickly, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you to him, “No- we are talking about this; right here, right now. I want to understand so I can make it bet--”

     “There is no making this better,” you hissed at him and scowled, doing your best to hold in your tears.

     “Just tell me,” Dante’s grip tightened as he frowned slightly, “please..?”

     You just stared back at him in silence, not knowing where to start or even if you should tell him.

==

     This feeling started to grow out of control around a month ago.

     The two of you were finishing up an evacuation job; nothing new. Except, today one of the civilians decided to personally thank Dante.

     When evacuating, you had watched her interact with the red devil. She was a petite young lady--maybe in her late twenties--and she had long pearl-beige hair with deep brown eyes. Along with that, she was very soft-spoken and seemed very sweet; a perfect woman for a brash man like Dante. 

     You didn’t quite hear everything that was said but when you looked over at your partner, the young lady was kissing his cheek and handed him a slip of paper. It wasn’t uncommon for people to be overly grateful and friendly with the two of you--especially Dante--but this was a whole new ballpark. 

     With a confused but happy smile, Dante waltzed over to you, “Hey, you’ll never guess what just--”

     “You finally experienced the touch of a woman?” a grin decorated your face, despite the slightly sad feeling stirring in your gut. 

     “How did you..?” he furrowed his brow.

     “I saw you,” you knelt and tightened your bootlaces, trying to ignore the growing lump in your throat, “She seems nice; you got her number too, right?”

     The red devil gave you a toothy grin, not realizing your discomfort,  “Yep! I think I’m gonna call her and go out on a date.”

     “Ah,” you stood back up and slapped his shoulder lightly, “The 40-year-old virgin is finally getting some action, good for you man.”

     The two of you shared a small laugh; knowing that was far from the truth. No, in reality, being his first was something that you had the privilege of taking--as he did yours. Although you’d never tell him, it still hurt you that Dante didn’t want to pursue an established relationship with you; unable to get over the fact that you were both men sharing long intimate nights with one another. 

     Thankfully, that horrible mindset had been long abandoned, nowadays, Dante was completely straightforward with his universal attraction. 

     The occurrence with the young lady turned out to be nothing special; hell, you weren’t even sure if Dante ever went out with her, but it still bothered you. Things only got worse as this kept happening. 

     At first, it was only after jobs where the two of you would save civilians or run into other non-DMC hunters. Then it was every time the two of you went anywhere; out to eat, shopping, or even hanging out--people just kept hitting on Dante. 

     After a while, he started to hit on them back, blatantly flirting with them right in front of you with no regard for how much it hurt you. It drove you nuts. All you have ever wanted was to have just a chance with the red devil, and now, you were watching dozens of others shoot their shot and Dante was enjoying it.

     You never said anything to him. What could you even say? The two of you had discussed the fact that Dante was only into you because of the sex; that’s it. So why had you allowed yourself to grow attached to your long-time friend in that kind of way? 

     It ate you up inside and out as the month went on, slowly turning you into the bitter person you are now. 🍃🌦️🍃      Your face was expressionless as you let a few stray tears fall, finally coming up with some sort of answer. You whispered with a slightly strained voice, “I think that I am going to switch partners…” a pit formed in your gut at the thought, however, you couldn’t keep bringing up the past to him; not like this. 

     “What?” Dante’s eyes went wide, “No, hey-- We can talk about this--”

     Without saying anything, you pushed his hands from your shoulders and turned from him; not wanting to let him see that you weren’t able to keep your eyes from weeping any longer. 

     His voice was soft as he went to reach out for you again, “Baby, I--”

     You whipped your head around fast enough that it made you lightheaded, “That! Right fucking there! That’s the goddamned problem, Dante!” you balled your hand up into a fist and shoved him; a mix of red-hot anger and tears adorning your face.

     He shook his head a bit with a furrowed brow in confusion, “Wha-” that’s when it clicked, “That’s what this is, isn’t it?”

     Once more, you didn’t say anything and turned away. In the past, Dante had blamed you for loving him; that it was your fault for growing attached to him. You stood stiffly and braced for the same unbridled angry lecture you had gotten all those years ago; however, it never came.

     Softly, Dante sighed through his nose and quietly spoke, “I’m sorry.”

     You tensed your shoulders upward in confusion.

     Using one of his hands, Dante gently grabbed your wrist, “Look, I know that I have said some… pretty bad shit to you about… us,” he leaned his forehead on your shoulder blades, “I am sorry.”

     Your body shook as you let out a shuddering breath, not believing what you were hearing.

     He moved down to your hand, holding it as if it would break from the slightest of breezes, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that,” his voice cracked a bit as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say, “and I know that it hurt you… and I,” Dante furrowed his brow and spoke quieter with every word, “I didn’t mean any of it… I know that we are- that I,” his voice trailed off before he sighed again and returned to an audible whisper, “I love you, please don’t go.” 

     With a whimper, you looked up at the sky in hopes that he wasn’t just lying to you. A tremble formed in your lips and jaw as you took heavy slow breaths through your mouth; unsure what to say.

     “I know that you probably don’t believe me,” he leaned harder into you, “but if it is any consolation… I never did call any of those people.”

     You stuttered out a croak of a response, “Bullshit,” you barely could speak through the lump of mixed emotions in your throat.

     “No,” Dante removed himself from your back with a shake of his head, “No, I am serious. I didn’t go out with anyone, there was no point.”

     A small noise of disbelief is all you could manage in response. 

     The red devil let go of your hand and moved to stand in front of you. Although you did your best, you couldn’t help but look down from the heavens at the less-than-angelic devil in front of you. Dante's expression was a mixture of pained and pleading; one that you had never seen before. 

     He slowly moved closer to you and pulled you into a tight hug, setting the side of his face against your neck, “I’m sorry.”

     Your hands wrapped around him and grasped his coat as you cried. Although you know he wouldn’t admit it, you could feel Dante let loose a few stray tears against your neck. The two of you just stood together and forgot about the world for a moment.

     With a gentle whisper, Dante buried his face into the crook of your neck, “I can’t lose you, please.”

     At this point, you weren’t sure if you wanted to kick him in the nuts or kiss him, giving your tone a slight sound of frustration, “How do I know that you aren’t-?” your voice cracked which left your thought half-spoken.

     Dante pulled back out of the hug and grabbed your hands, “All I can offer is my word; which I know probably doesn’t mean much…” he sighed, “but I really do care about you--I always have. I was just,” Dante looked downwards with a small amount of shame on his face, “ afraid .”

     You broke eye contact and shook your head as you moved your jaw around in thought, “You’re an asshole, you know that?” despite your expression, your voice sounded disingenuous.

     With a whisper and nod, Dante smiled slightly, “Yeah, I know.”

     Your lips were still trembling when you turned back to face him, “Why didn’t you say anything-?” because of your crying, your voice was muddled and thick; which sent a sharp stabbing sadness through Dante’s heart.

     “I thought that after what I did--what I said--that you didn’t,” he moved one shoulder in a shrug, “didn’t have feelings for me anymore; figured it was for the best, ya know?”

     You shook your head slightly, “If you pull the same bullshit as before…” you moved your jaw to the side, “ I will kick your ass; you got that Dante?”

     The red devil chuckled lightly, “If that’s all then there’s nothing to be concerned about,” he moved closer to you, leaving only a few inches between you both, “Cause it’ll never happen.”

     Despite your upset nature, you couldn’t help but laugh at his out-of-character actions from him. 

     “What?” Dante gave you a confused tilt and a small smirk.

     “Just weird hearing you be so,” you shook your head, “nice.”

     “Well, you’d better get used to it,” the red devil leaned down so he was at eye level with you, “cause I am gonna be so nice to ya that you won’t even remember all those bad things.”

     “Oh god,” you laughed, “That feels like a threat.”

     Dante smirked, “In a way,” he moved to place his lips right above yours, resting the side of his nose against yours, “it kind of is.”

     “Mn, how scary,” you gently smiled. 

     It wasn’t clear who moved first, but the two of you interconnected lips. Dante’s hands moved to your sides and grabbed you tightly; using that to help pour every ounce of how much he loved you and will love you within that single moment. The kiss was fervourous and passionate, and yet, it was somehow sweet and innocent all that the same time. Long languid slow movements of his firey lips made you tremble; forgetting how much you missed his burning touch. Your hands moved his chest and grabbed his shirt tightly, making him smirk. Dante decided to knead into your sides with his fingers, deeply massaging your muscles; making you moan quietly. 

     The legendary hunter devoured those sweet melodic noises as he pushed his tongue very cautiously into your mouth; not wanting to overstep his bounds. However, you gladly welcomed him with your own. Feeling your passion, Dante’s grip tightened harder into your sides and made you groan more. Using one of your hands, you gently ran your fingers through his silken locks, making him shudder and moan loudly. 

     Slowly, the two of you parted lips and stayed with foreheads touching, a small faint purring could be heard through each of Dante’s breaths. Both of you just stood together, holding one another; enjoying the warming comfort of a flame long since tended to. One which you never wanted to leave again and neither did he.

     However, all good things must come to an end. A loud shuffling noise accompanied by distorted growling quickly reminded you both that you were still on a job. With a smirk and one long last look into your eyes, Dante parted from your grasp and took care of the mini-horde that had appeared. Leaving you to process what happened. To process that Dante was finally yours. 

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Ending Notes: *Just to clear things up a bit: because Dante only wants a physical relationship with you, the pair of you did not become a mated set. 🍃🌦️🍃 He's a little OOC; but whatever lmao. I might do a follow-up on this one (or maybe an angsty prequel about the time between 2 and 4). == What to expect next: "Tainted Purity" Vergil x Male Reader "What Do You Call Me?" Vergil x Male reader "Uncontrolled Instincts" Vergil x Male Reader "Stubborn and Old" Vergil x Reader "You Can't Leave Me Here" Nero x Reader "A Part of Me" ??? x Reader (it's a surprise) (These are all in my WIP folder; I don't know what will be done first or if there will be others that will come before these)

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[runraerun]

The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.

She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.

So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.

But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.

(Spoiler, it’s something more.)

[ms-misogyny]

love the aftg community but the way i get pissed off when andrew is written ooc. just because your interpretation of happiness isn't like andrew's doesn't make him less of a character. he doesn't HAVE to smile or be sociable for him to be content with his life. like idk it feels like people are 'pro mental illness' until a mentally ill character (or, especially, real life person) doesn't fit your values.

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).

[steveharrington]

and if i said fandom on tumblr has become so obsessed with having the Most Correct understanding of a character that it’s honestly sucking the fun out of everything !!! like i get that it’s annoying when All of the fanon content about a character is wildly ooc, but some fanbases are so wide and populated that there’s no way you can’t find accurate depictions of the characters. there’s always going to be headcanons or ships or interpretations that don’t seem quite right to you, but whatttt is the point of constantly complaining about it when you could instead just focus on the content you DO like and feel is accurate. why are you spending so much time getting mad that other people aren’t playing dolls right. it doesn’t matter dude

[sideblogdotjpeg]

have been thinking about professor sol even. professor bufo with no clearly discernable lesson plan. sol bufo ostensibly martial arts professor who spent two weeks running a yoga and meditation program and shows up to the next class with crochet hooks for everyone. professor bufo who is technically supposed to be assigning grades to students but hasnt given anyone less than an A because "i think they worked really hard and they did a great job :)" (referring to the ugliest and most malformed pot holder anyone has laid eyes upon in their life). professor bufo who is on his way to cluelessly kickstart the sexual awakening of about half the cohort of the academys new students. sol bufo adjunct professor who is gone half the year and his first class back is so immediately and easily baited into going into a long tangent about how cool his friends are. sol who is pretty sure hes easily the most useless professor on campus and almost cries when he sees his little desk overflowing with thank you notes at the end of the year. professor bufo absolutely fucking gloriously hot in the tightest little sweater vest because there were faculty complaints when he wore a crop top to class.

[arrakisser]

PAUL ATREIDES (HIGH FASHION EDITION)

Elie Saab Fall 2022 Haute Couture Balmain Fall/Winter 2016 Paris Ann Demeulemeester Spring 2019 DUNE: PART ONE, TWO (2021, 2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[bugeyedfreaks]

I bought the comic! 💖

I have a couple of my usual little minor nitpicks (as I am want to have), but I don’t even want to get into them because there were so few and they didn’t impact my enjoyment of the comic all that much. I thought it was super cute!

I won’t spoil anything in case anyone’s interested in buying it for themselves (which, I would say… yeah, buy it, totally!), but what I appreciated the most– especially since this is the first issue and it’s establishing who the girls are for anyone not super familiar with them– is that the girls end up saving the day together. It shows the importance of them not just being heroes, but also being a team (and also being supportive sisters, which… 🥹🫶) and that makes me feel like, even on a basic level, they get the characters. And that’s reassuring! Yay!

[piningpercussionist]

A gift from me to you! Our favorite band of losers (but like, not quite the literal one- just half of that lot.)

[witandcharm]

I just hate when people say Dorian downgraded in this game because what some might see as getting old, is something truly special to me when it comes to his character. This is a young man who endured so much growing up, the same man whose father wanted to do blood magic on him and turn him into a vegetable rather than let him be his true self. This is also the man who flat out admits he expected to die during his time in the Inquisition to become a sort of martyr for his people, but managed to live anyway and took responsibility to return to his homeland and help make a difference. This is a man who, in one of the endings of Trespasser, survived an assassination attempt ( thanks Bull rip love u miss u ) and probably many more that followed. Seeing Dorian in this game hit so hard because it's like, despite how bad things were for him, he kept going, he lived on, he still continues to fight for what's right despite the odds being against him. Truly the definition of never kys because he has come so far and what a glow up. So yeah, say his hair is terrible or whatever, but I however adore his smile lines, that show how much he's aged. I enjoy his crows feet, because he wears them so well. Let characters get old, let them show it on their features. I love every part of what he is now and am happy to see him again after all these years.

[sundaynightlive]

Not to get all gushy about a book for middle schoolers but my absolute favorite part of TSATS is that the entire fandom for how many years has been going "Will Sun Nico Moon goo goo ga ga color theory" and Rick was like, "You know what, nah."

Nico di Angelo is not good because he's a reflection of Will like how the moon reflects light off the sun.

He's light on his OWN.

He's not quite as bright, quite as vibrant, but he's still glowing of his own volition, which is such a nice sentiment from a man who usually feeds into our fandom delusion. He finally put his foot down about something and went--

"Hey guys. You know that character I've been building on and you've grown up with that started out eleven and angry and sad and now he's fifteen and in a loving relationship and has a certain amount of optimism despite all the shit he's gone through? Yeah, stop fucking comparing him to the moon. My boys are not an angsty pinterest board, eat my ass."

And I love him for that.

[scribefindegil]

the trials and tribulations of being an ekurei enjoyer who never wants to see that damn security guard again in my life :/

[face-breaker]

me making settrigh more honey badger than wolverine + giving him an addiction to sugar & sweets + reading about how honey badgers actually do have a sweet tooth, hence their name

[andr0nap-wf]

entertaining the idea of loid accompanying albrecht to 1999 a few times before shit goes down

al introduces him to the staff of his little fake hospital there as loid entrati, his husband

for convenience

its not convenient at all, obviously. in what world would this be convenient? in fact it probably makes things more complicated but he does so anyway with every introduction

all while loid is playing along and trying to refrain from shaking like a neurotic greyhound going through 10 different mental breakdowns at once

it has to suck to see your dream turn into something akin of a nightmare: you get to call the love of your life your husband but you know youre playing pretend. the universe is taunting you with something you can never truly have

[mad-hunts]

the thing about barton and his own 'foil' as she should technically be considered, as she is technically the complete opposite of him in every way that matters, is that sumire [ whom i have talked about a few times on here, albeit briefly, so i will give you a brief refresher on her and that is that... her character eventually commits these killings based on the twelve main tarot cards in a deck based on them not fitting her idea of what 'perfect' looks like (kind of like barton BUT much different at the same time) ] and barton used to know each other as they were best friends as kids — even if it was only for a few years.

and as strange as this may sound, a broken promise between them was partially the catalyst behind what started her descent into feeling this need to 'judge' people, which is quite the coincidence as it may seem. because where do most of her victims end up dying? in these settings where she has set up these 'mock trials' for people. so, i know that i said i would talk about how barton had inadvertently created a monster a longgg time ago, but i now am sharing it with you all. because although one cannot blame barton fully for her actions as sumire, of course, has to take responsibility for them herself; but this did play a part in being a catalyst for her feeling all of this resentment and hatred for the world / people around her that led up to her first murder.

which, as you might have it, was the chariot: a tarot card that symbolizes revenge, willpower, and essentially tries to subconsciously put off this message that you are moving in the 'right direction.' i don't think it's so much just the promise itself though that makes this important — it's also that barton himself essentially forgot about the promise he made to sumire, as terrible as that may sound. it actually kind of gives you more insight as to what was going on in barton's mind as a kid because he basically made sumire promise him this: that, if he ever got on the 'wrong path,' that sumire would be there to show him a better one. and that she would attempt to reconnect with him if they ever got separated somehow / give him a sign of some kind that she was still there, so he could meet her.

and i say that this provides more insight because i haven't really gone into depth about this, but barton has expressed this idea in one roleplay on here. + that is that he didn't want to end up like this. however, regardless of that statement, there is no washing away of all of the heinous things he's done and he chose to do them anyway. i'm just thinking about how messed up it is that sumire, up until the point where she started her murders, had casually been searching for barton because the way in which his victims were found was vaguely remiscent of the way that wesley used to kill his victims. + this meant that he was definitely on the wrong path and she would eventually end up on the wrong one too.

[ebitenpura]

oughhhh I need to. revamp my fake companion quest series for Eight. but it's been so long and I have too many ideas I've lost my touch.... however still obsessed with the concept of Eight being the Commander's first real friend who sits down with them and says, I'm not asking you to save the galaxy, that's spoken for, but are you saving yourself? Are you doing this for you? Who are you in this war? and Whoever you choose to be, I want to be by your side.