#i have tinnitus and i WILL project it onto him

[noxiousgrace]

Kim rok soo has tinnitus

Krs!cale also has tinnitus

He's setting off bombs and causing explosions too much to not have it

I will die on this hill

Sometimes it gets so loud he has no idea what people are saying to him, and he does not care enough to make them repeat themselves

In the event that he DOES need to hear what they said:

Someone: blabalabkabalabla battle update blabalbakabakabla

Cale, his ears currently serving more useful as decoration: say that again??

Someone, thinking cale is focused, forming battle plans in his head and caring about the common people blablabla legend blabalbla young master silver shield blablablavla savior of all worlds: ah! Young master cale *about to fucking cry and repeats themselves through the tears*

Cale, thinking: what the fuck is wrong with this guy,,,

[cult-of-the-placeholder]

shamura post-narinder betrayal headcanons? a disability headcanon or two if you feel comfortable maybe. i may or may not have been projecting my own traumatic brain injury onto them oops

Oooh absolutely anon! I've had sooo many angsty thoughts about Shamura. If you have any thoughts of your own about them, I'd love to hear!!

- Their memory is very inconsistent. Some days they seem almost perfectly fine, the way they were before: clear headed and focused. Those days get more and more uncommon as time passes, and their condition varies wildly. Sometimes the brain fog gets so bad, they forget that Narinder was banished: imagine them wandering around aimlessly, calling his name, confused on why they can't find him. Going to each of their siblings, asking where in the world Nari has gotten off to

- At one point they let themselves into the underworld to search for him, thinking that perhaps Narinder had gotten himself wrapped up into another depthless research project and had simply lost track of time. It had happened before. So they went to see him and were horrified to find him in chains: rushing up to see him and asking, "Brother, what is this?! Who did this to you?! Are you alright?!" Already trying to break the chains but of course, they can't, as the chains are tied to the Bishops' life force.

- Kallamar had to cast a seal around the Temple of the Dead so Shamura couldn't get in anymore, after that. They essentially have to relive Narinder’s betrayal all over again as the younger ones told them the truth, and the sheer devastation wasn't something any of them wanted to go through again

- For awhile after their head injury, Shamura was mute. They used telepathy to communicate and preach their sermons. Speaking again took a good amount of practice, and they usually did so with Kallamar (because he's hard of hearing without his crown, it was the perfect set up to practice projection and volume)

- Shamura gets horrific splitting migraines, especially when it's time to change their bandages. Their eyes are sooo sensitive to light and the slightest sound causes awful tinnitus that they can't escape no matter how hard they try. The pain is so bad it's dizzying and disorienting, at which point they delegate the High Priest or Witness or someone else to conduct the daily sermons until they've recovered

- Their sense of taste is all messed up, and though they don't need to eat they used to really enjoy a nice hot cup of sweet camellia tea or sipping mortal blood from sacrifices, but now they just taste so wrong and different and gross. Leshy spent a few decades experimenting with growing new tea leaves to find one that tasted right to Shamura, and they're very grateful for it

- Shamura is a clairvoyant seer, but after their injury the visions slowed down, and became more fragmented. Or maybe they just can't recall all the details? It remains a mystery. They used to weave their prophecies into webs and tapestries, but now it all ends up recorded in broken riddles in blank books in their library

- They still love to read, but because of their issues with memory, they'll read the same book "for the first time" more than once, and if it's something they particularly enjoy, you can bet your ass that their siblings get to hear about it multiple times. They always nod along and ask questions and are very supportive--it's nice that, even as awful as things are now, Shamura can still find joy somewhere

- Switching gears for a second, a couple hcs that don't focus specifically on their struggles with health: the siblings don't see each other as much anymore, as with one member of their family missing nothing feels quite right. They don't get together as a group as much anymore, but Shamura makes it a point to visit their younger sibs. Their visits are usually quiet, peaceful: sometimes, they'll go sit in the gardens with Leshy or enjoy some hot stew with Heket, or help Kallamar sort through his medical library. They visit all of them at least once a year, which doesn't seem like a lot but to a god it's pretty frequently

- Narinder’s banishment really broke Shamura's heart. I hc that they had a vision of it on the day Nari was born, but refused to strike him down because they loved him so much. They still have a portrait of the two of them, hung up in their library: Leshy painted it, the two of them leaning against one another with a shared book abandoned in their laps, peacefully asleep. It's a perfect recreation of that moment, and the warmth and peace they get looking at it almost overshadows the grief of Narinder's loss

- Shamura makes offerings to an old shrine dedicated to their brother, every year on the anniversary of his banishment. Flowers, a sculpture, even the blood of a sacrifice: anything, so that Narinder knows he's still loved even if they can never be together again

- Y'know that old quote? "May these thousand winters swiftly pass I pray, I love you, I miss you, all these miles away."? That's literally Shamura and Narinder. They aren't angry with Nari, they don't hate him, they bear him no ill will: even after everything, all they feel toward their little brother is love, and a great, looming melancholy at his absence

[slippinmickeys]

North of Zero (1/23)

Post-Col, MSR -- tags and the work in its entirety can be found here. 

I’ll be posting the first three chapters today and then one a day until it’s complete. 

Without the churn of industry raising global temperatures, the earth slid back into the Holocene: the era when humans emerged from the Oldivai Gorge and took over the planet. Ironic, Scully thought.

The wind was howling and merciless, and cold permeated the bones. She had had a fruitless hunt and was tired and irritated, and she probably hadn’t been paying attention like she ought to have been. Replaying the scene in her head hours later, she tried to pinpoint the moment he caught up with her, but she couldn’t figure it out. But it was late, and she was tired. And it was so, so cold.

Scully had not seen the boy until he gasped in surprise -- the ice taking his feet out from under him. She’d been looking for game on the forested ridge the next valley over, and had been on her way back. Normally attuned to the woods around her, she had not known she was being followed. She whirled in surprise and watched him come down awkwardly on his ankle.

He was 13, maybe 14; on the raw edge of manhood, the pale wisp of whiskers just creeping out of wind-chapped skin. She already knew a bone had broken. It had cut the air with the same sound as a hound catching a treat mid-arc; wet and sucking, the carnassial snap of enamel meeting enamel. It would likely have to be set.

The boy whimpered from where he fell at the base of a large hemlock tree as she approached. He eyed her suspiciously as she whipped the cape from her back and settled it around his shoulders, settling onto her knees next to him. She heaved a sigh and gave him a quick visual assessment.

“I’m going to look at your ankle,” she told him. “What’s your name?” she asked, trying to distract him as she ran her hand slowly down his shin.

Mulder would be waiting in the rusted shack at the edge of the wood and he would worry if she came back after nightfall -- that was when the faceless men prowled, looking for survivors.

The boy winced and inhaled sharply as her fingers ran over the cleft where the fibula met the talus and she rocked back on her heels, eyeing the darkening horizon. Did he have people nearby? Could she leave him here without guilt? She didn’t really have the time or inclination to take on a project — she and Mulder had tried that before — banding together with other survivors, and it had always ended poorly. And boys his age, as few as she had seen, made her uncomfortable. Her subconscious would scan their features, looking for a genetic echo of the Scully-Mulder’s. Mulder would have to pull her aside and whisper “it’s not him,” and she didn’t have the space in her heart for the guilt. Even now she had to ignore the blue of his eyes and the way his gritted teeth had the same gnathic slant as the only man she’d ever loved.

“William,” he finally croaked, his adolescent voice like a bullfrog. “My name is William.” For a moment she thought it had only been in her head, but he was looking at her expectantly, a little warily.

“What did you say?”

“I said my name is William.”

Tunnel vision and tinnitus caught her like a noose around the neck — she might have passed out if she hadn’t already been on her knees.

The boy watched her closely. She took four deep breaths as her blood pressure regulated, and then looked around for something to splint his ankle with. She didn’t have time to lose it on a hopeful impossibility. She didn’t want him to know how knocked back she was. He couldn’t be her William. He could be dangerous. He could be a plant.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” she said, an old safeword. “I think your ankle is broken.”

He pressed his lips together, nodded.

“You shouldn’t put any weight at all on it, but I can probably splint it so you can limp along. Do you have far to go?”

He looked at her but didn’t say anything.

“Are you alone?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Where are you headed?”

Again the boy was silent. His eyes blinked at her, the color of the sea. He seemed to be fair skinned, but the days’ light was waning and he had a stocking cap pulled low over his ears; the only skin showing was that on his face and his cheeks were ruddy from the cold.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” she asked, already knowing what his answer would be. She tried to calculate how fast they could travel back to where Mulder waited for her. The pass through the mountain wasn’t long, but it was steep. She looked to the sky -- she hadn’t seen a ship in five days. Maybe they could make it.

“No,” he said, looking away.

She had met enough survivors to know not to ask about his people. She heaved a sigh.

“Would you like to come with me?” she asked, half hoping he’d say no.

He nodded mutely and she nodded brusquely and then set about finding sturdy enough sticks to begin the splint. She had a length of rope in her pack that she could use to secure it, but she had to toe the line between constructing a good, sturdy splint William could walk on, and doing so quickly. She worked around his boot, packing his sock with snow— the ankle was swelling and if it did need setting, it would be harder to do the bigger it got.

z

They had come on a Tuesday afternoon.

She had arrived at their house in a spray of gravel, twin dents in her fenders, low on gas. She’d tried to get to her mother’s, but the interstates were bumper to bumper, no one knowing what to do or where to go, just knowing they needed to get away -- and that was before the bombs fell. Three explosions in southern Maryland had sent her careening down the backroads of Virginia and straight home. She’d tried getting in touch with her mother, her brothers, but cellular service was dead and it was impossible to find a phone booth, if her brothers even still had landlines.

The door to the unremarkable house banged open, the screen door slamming into the siding. Mulder tore down the stairs and practically lifted her off of her feet.

“Thank God,” he’d said, embracing her, “Thank God.”

[princess-of-the-corner]

*some bird sounds* Hi Corner. I was browsing ML Tumblr and I read something about a "Great Salt Onslaught of 2018" or something by like that. Out of the people I’m brave enough to ask, you’re the most knowledgeable one about salt, so I was hoping you could shed some light for fandom newcomers.

Short answer: 2018 is when Chameleon aired.

Long answer, because I was there Gandalf. I was there three years ago.

And by FUCK is it a journey.

Okay. So. Chameleon aired. And the fandom was frustrated.

On one hand, good! Chameleon was supposed to be a frustrating episode! The plot is about Marinette and Adrien being the only ones to realize Lila is a liar, but unable to prove it. That's the point!

On the other hand.... while the Fandom had been noticing some lackluster writing in Season 2, the way the writers made Chameleon really showed the lack of talent in how forced things were.

The biggest complaints about the episode were

The class ignoring Marinette when it came to rearranging the seats and forcing her to the back.

The class is dumbed down, believing anything Lila says, no matter how Marinette points out the flaws. Lila says she saved Jagged's cat from a runway and got tinnitus, Marinette says "I know Jagged and he doesn't have a cat!", the class ignores this. To the point where Max believes a lie about a thrown napkin being able to gouge out an eye.

Everyone brushing off Marinette's accusations as 'she's probably upset because Lila likes Adrien, and she's done wacky shit before because of that'.

Alya asking Marinette for concrete proof that Lila is lying, saying that 'a good reporter always checks her facts', while falling for something without fact checking

Adrien tells Marinette that the whole thing will probably blow up in Lila's face soon enough, so just take the high road and ignore her instead of causing a scene every few minutes.

Marinette not telling Adrien that Lila's lies are going further than just 'I know X celebrity', with her actually threatening Marinette, purely because 'well! Gotta do what Adrien says because I love him and he's perfect even if I know there's more to it!'/

Now. These are legitimate criticisms. The writing in this episode was off. And there were ways it could be improved upon!

So after the initial criticism toward the writing, Fandom did what Fandom does best: Write a Fix It Fic!

Some had the class realize on their own what was wrong. Some had Marinette successful in convincing people that Lila was lying! A few had Marinette actually get Akumatized and expose Lila through that. Maybe Marinette actually tells Adrien about Lila's threat and they plan together.

Some included a bit of catharsis of everyone having made the Canon mistakes, but someone calls them out on it.

This last one got popular. Because god isn't that catharsis a rush? Everyone kinda projected onto it.

But.... it built on itself.

Eventually it went from 'the class makes mistakes because they're teenagers' to 'honestly they're being jerks right now and Mari would be justified in being pissed at them for all this' to 'you know what? They're all assholes who use people and poor Mari is just their victim but they see shiny new better Lila and jump ship! She should use her own connections to ruin their lives in revenge!'.

Yeah it... it escalated.

And over the past three years, it's continued to build. We have fics where instead of just them believing Lila for a bit but coming around, they are 100% fooled. Sometimes this takes place over months of manipulation and gaslighting, sometimes they're just totally dumb jerks. Either way, the class deserves to have their futures ruined for being jerks at 14.

I won't go into every awful variation I've seen because we know the awful stuff. The kinda racist way they made Alya into Lila's attack dog. The Mar///ibat. The Quantic Kids making a comback but only as 'Marinette dumps these assholes for better friends'. Attempted murder through not believing allergies.

It all originated in 2018.

[tommytranselo]

actually yk what i always wanted to know where tf everyone was putting their guns. like. i assume most of them had holsters but im p sure vito just jammed his into his waistband or smth (asking you bc, as resident. actual mob. historian you'd probably know hFJKDSFKDS)

so here's the thing–i don't actually know that wrt mob history (i've never found any real sources on HOW they carried guns that i recall) but i do have a decent knowledge of gun safety (don't. get me started about that scene in ch 7 when joe hands him that pistol) so, while presumably that is what he's doing bc idk where else he'd be putting it, there is the small issue that gun barrels get hot when fired, which means if you stick a freshly shot gun in your waistband you're going to burn the living shit out of yourself. i doubt joe has a holster either given we see him down to his shirt multiple times with no holster in sight, but i think it he did it would be the kind that sits right around your lower back. henry definitely has a holster, the kind that hangs kind of below the armpit (i don't know names oops) purely because i can very clearly picture him reaching under his jacket for the gun (i think we do see that at one point) (edit: see him reaching in that area, not the actual holster)

actually since we're on the topic, let's do get me started on the chapter 7 scene–the fact that vito waves the damn thing around joe's apartment WITH HIS FINGER ON THE TRIGGER. sir you are a veteran you should know better. also all these guys have hearing damage, like unquestionably so, vito probably the worst (i reserve the right to project my tinnitus onto him heh)

[cherry-gemz]

The City by The Bay: Part IV

Summary: Fates push you and a handsome and known stranger into each other's paths. His chivalry and good looks make you take a leap into his world and more.

Catch up HERE

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Y/N (F!Reader)

Word Count: 4k

Rating: Mature, N*FW, 18+ only please, TW Motorcycle accident

A/N: Was thirsty AF and ended up smutting this fic up 😂. We take a turn that I was not expecting...

A/N2: Excerpts from an interview are in bold, taken from here: https://www.keanu-reeves.net/post/162864242206/abdominal-scar-keanu-reeves-first-big-spill-came

Who might be interested: @whiskeyslullabye ​ @marissat1998 @aestheticallywinchester ​ @fookingbetch

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It all happened so fast. The rain felt like pellets on your back and the wind sprayed the droplets onto your face, making the strand of your hair stick to your forehead. You had to close your eyes for just a second and that's when Keanu swerved out of the way as a black BMW ran the stop sign ahead. He maneuvered the bike as best as he could. With all his years of training, he was the best probability if ever you were to be in an accident. 

But as he jerked to the right, the slickness of the pavement made the grip of the tires useless and he lost control. 

"Keanu!" You yelled and held tight to his waist and buried your face in his jacket.

"Hold on!" He shouted back and slowed down as best he could. He released his grip and instead grabbed you into a tuck and roll. He grasped you in his possession and shielded you from the fall. 

You felt the impact to the ground instantaneously and prayed that the pain that seared through the impact would be temporary. You heard him grunt loudly as he took the majority of the fall for you. The scrap of metal reverberated in your eardrums and you grimaced at the thought of damaging his beloved motorcycle. The rain pounded harder onto your laying bodies on the street. You could hear cars whizz by and the splash from their tires against the curb. You were frightened, out of your element. But also reassured from his protection. He had given up the bike in efforts to make sure you were safe. You felt a sense of relief that he cared like that, but then also remorse as you were worried about his favorite motorcycle. 

He groaned as he held you tight, "Y/N? Are you okay?"

His voice shaken as you nod and sniff, the helmet heavy on your pounding head. He let out a sigh of relief. 

"What about you?" 

He nods, "Yeah...I'm alright." He groaned again and you could tell he was saving face. 

The two of you lay there for a few seconds and you hear people slowly approaching. 

"Omigosh, are you guys okay?" A stranger asks.

"That guy came out of nowhere!" Another pipes up. Keanu says you are and the tinnitus hits for a second and you're unable to hear what is going on. 

***

The garage door’s rollers rumbled as it closed and you both walked into the house, sheltering yourself from the downpour.

Keanu peels his leather jacket and places it in the foyer as well as his boots. You slip your shoes off and place your purse on a chair and slip off your jacket, laying it next to his. 

"This day is just out of this world," he says and shakes off the excess rain from his hair. He groaned as there's a stiffness to his shoulder blade. He massages it with his hand and tries to loosen the muscle unsuccessfully. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? I'd feel a lot better. They could take a look at your shoulder and check for any internal bleeding…"

He shakes his head no, "It's okay, Y/N. I've been in far worse accidents in my lifetime. I'm just glad you're okay...I don't know what I'd do had you gotten hurt."

You smile slightly at his endearment, but feel guilty still. 

"And the bike, it's not too much damage?"

"Nah, just a little buffering out here and there," he replies as he holds his shoulder with his opposing hand. 

“Let me start a fire and give you some extra clothes. By this time tonight you’ll have gone through my whole wardrobe,” he jokes as you snicker. 

He gazes at you momentarily and you shiver slightly, springing him back to reality. “Be back.”

You nod and peer down the hallway admiring some architecture photographs of the house. 

You’re reminded this isn’t his actual house, that he’s most likely renting it while on his project, but you’re still enamored. You're still in his presence. No one will believe your serendipitous encounter with the movie star. It all feels like a dream anyway. You rub your forearm and try to gain some heat, but your jeans are soaked and it’s difficult to move around.

“Keanu?” you call out down the hall.

“Yeah?” he shouts back.

“Sorry, I’m just freezing…” you cringe and you feel like you’re being a nuisance.

He appears around the corner, changed into black sweats. He's kept his white t-shirt on from earlier and even though he's in a casual form, it's intimate. 

"Here, I found some extra sweats," he says and hands you a pair of grey pants. "Do you need a sweater?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty chilled," you reply as you accept the pants. "I'm just gonna go change, that okay?"

"Sure, by all means. I'll be in the living room with that sweater," he says and you turn around to go change your clothes.

*

A short while later you walk down the hall in his oversized sweats, still wearing his black shirt from before as well and you bite your lip from beyond belief that you're spending the whole day with him. 

You hear the crackle of the fireplace as you enter the open spaced living room. He's sitting on the leather couch facing the fire with a glass of red wine in hand.

He turns his attention to you as you enter, "Hey." He gets up slowly as you can tell he's in a bit of pain and hands you a black ARCH hoodie and a glass of red wine. 

"Thank you," you flirt as you pull the hoodie over your senses and are enlightened with the hint of his cologne: woodsy, warm, and ephemeral. You could die right there and be in bliss.

"Not too early for wine, is it?" He asks genuinely. 

"No, definitely not," you smile and bring the glass to your lips and take a sip. 

"Good, I think we deserve it from what we've been through."

"Thanks for this...and the fire. It's all very inviting."

"Of course. I'd be beside myself if you caught a chill on my account."

You nod and he ushers you to the couch, placing his hand gently on the small of your back.

"My sweatshirt looks good on you," he says and you notice some blood on the back of his shoulder blade. 

"Oh no, Keanu…" you say and place the wine glass on the end table. 

He takes a sip and looks back to you, "Yeah?"

"There's...there's blood on your shirt. You hurt yourself from the fall."

"Really? I didn't feel anything," he peers over and tries to take a look. 

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"I think there is one in the kitchen…" he slowly gets up and you grab his forearm. 

"No, let me. You have given me enough hospitality to last a lifetime. It's the least I can do. Drink your wine and relax."

He grins and relents as you head to the kitchen. You rummage around and finally find a kit underneath the sink. 

"Alright, now are you going to be a good patient?" You say and cock your brow. 

"No promises," he laughs and shakes his index finger at you. 

You sit next to him on the leather couch, "Alright, let's see the damage."

He peels his shirt off from the collar as all men do, least they are aware of how sexy the act is. You try not to hitch a breath, but your eyes wander as the peep of his ab muscles are exposed and his shoulders are defined and hard. 

You see the cuts from his shoulder and open the kit for an antiseptic. 

"What's the verdict, doc?" He asks as he holds his crumpled shirt in his hand and drinks his wine with the other.

"You'll live," you kid as you grab a cotton ball and apply the antiseptic to it and lightly dab it on his cuts. 

He flinched slightly, but refrained from making any movements. 

"So tell me about your other accidents," you ask as you continue first aid.

"Hmm, well once as I was going through the canyon, I lost control and got this," he points to a thick scar rising vertically up his stomach.

You frown and continue to gently cleanse away the blood from his back. 

"That was in LA?"

"Yeah, I call it a demon ride. That’s when things are going badly. But there’s other times when you go fast, or too fast, out of exhilaration.” 

"Were you speeding? I heard that canyon has insane blind spots," you ask and add an ointment to his cuts.

"Heh, you could say so. The turn I hit was unexpected. I remember saying in my head, ‘I’m going to die.’"

"Shit, Keanu…"

He shakes his head,“I remember calling out for help. And someone answering out of the darkness, and then the flashing lights of an ambulance coming down. This was after a truck ran over my helmet. I took it off because I couldn’t breathe, and a truck came down. I got out of the way, and it ran over my helmet.”

"So why do you still ride?" You laugh. "That would have scared me for life."

"Well, it taught me something. Something not to do, y'know? Something that taught me how to react with what happened today? Today I leaned into the turn when the car came out and released the break. If I hadn't had that experience in the canyon, I wouldn't be the rider I am today."

"Well I'm glad you're okay...from that ride...from any ride you have trouble with."

"Thanks...I'm glad, too. While I probably have some wild rides left in me, I wouldn't ever want to place you in danger."

You both are still and quiet from his words. The fire continued to crackle and you looked through the kit for gauze and tape. 

You cough into your fist and are slightly embarrassed that he would say something so sweet as that to you. You hardly knew each other, but he had a sense of genuine care and kindness towards you. Your feelings for him grew, he obviously was very handsome and kind. But he had a sense of an old soul in him that you wanted to get to know further. You hoped in your heart that this wouldn't be the last time seeing him.

"I find your presence extremely comforting, if I can say so," he turns his head to you.

"Yeah?" 

You ask as you place the gauze over his injury and seal it with surgical tape. Your fingertips lightly graze the outer parts of the tape where it meets his skin and you savor the moment. "All done here."

"Thank you," he smiles and reaches for your hand. 

"I know we just met, but you're so easy to talk to Y/N. I know I have a persona that people see being a celebrity and all, but while that is a side of me, there are also other sides. And I'm not afraid to show them to you."

As he leaned in and turned his torso, it caught your breath. The first aid kit wobbled in your lap as you sat on your knees. 

"What I want to say is that, I like you...I think you're very beautiful and incredibly sexy…"

"Keanu…" you whisper as he continues closer to you. 

"Y/N...I'd like...I'd like to kiss you..." he turned his neck and looked into your eyes and then at your lips. He was so subtle in his movements, a gentleman. You nod, without having the ability to speak at the moment, and close your eyes as he places his lips onto yours. 

There is heat surging through your body; jolts of excitement and wonder encompass your surroundings. He cups your face with his large hand and you instantly melt. He tastes of wine and rain: two of your now favorite things. The unexpected feelings engulf your inner core and you want more. He invites your tongue and opens his mouth slightly, changing the sweet kiss with more intensity. Both of his hands cup your face now and your hand roams down his biceps to his torso. 

"This isn't like a normal thing for me," you say in a heavy breath as your lips separate from his.

"What isn't?"

"Kissing someone I just met…and definitely not this..." you gasp as he kisses the nape of your neck. 

You sit up slightly and the first aid kit tips over and drops to the floor. Unphased, you wrap your legs around him into a straddle on the couch. He's surprised by this move, but doesn't relent and lightly bites your bottom lip. His hands roam from your face down to your neck and you crane it back, giving him ample opportunity to relish the soft, sensitive spot. 

He does so and places his lips on your skin, making you moan his name. 

"I don't normally do this either...but I can't help myself with you," he says. 

His other hand continues down your body and through the thickness of his hoodie, he slinks his way under your clothes and touches your breasts. 

"Uhnnh…" you moan again and he watches your enjoyment from his touch. You quickly peel off his sweater and his shirt, allowing your breasts to be fully exposed to him. Your now slightly dried hair hangs over your shoulder and he brushes it aside, giving it a kiss. You close your eyes and relish the fact that he has his lips on you. Your senses are in overload and you’ve never wanted anyone more. In the moment there is lust and the excitement of pleasure you’re wanting to experience, so you decide you want to move further. 

He trails his kisses and peppers them over your collarbone to your chest, and you hold him right in embrace. You hand lightly grazes the recent bandage and you give it a light kiss. 

"Y/N," he rasps. "Do...do you want me?" He bites your lip and you roll your eyes back for a moment. 

He brings his face back to yours and you reply, "More than you know."

A huge grin escapes his lips and ignites a growl deep within him. 

"Thank God, I want you so badly," he rasps as he holds you tight against his body. 

"Where do you…?" 

He continues to kiss your neck and his hand drifts down to your center. The baggy sweatpants give enough slack as he dives his hand and inserts his fingers. You mew and hold onto him as he tenderly tours your folds. 

"K-Keanu…" 

"You feel so soft…" his ministrations ramp up and he enjoys watching you unfold. His deep, brown eyes locked into yours and you crane your neck back as he hits all the spots and encircles his thumb perfectly over your little nub. 

"Uhhnnn…" 

Your mind starts to spin as you let go any restraint and close your eyes as he pumps his fingers in and out. Things become a blur and a mix of sensation and pleasure intensifies; you grind against his lap and can feel his excitement grow and it only turns you on more.

“I-I’m…” you stutter as you’re close to climax and then he slowly releases his fingers. “Why are you stopping…?”

"Can I taste you?" 

Never in a million years you thought you'd ever hear him say those words. It startles you and you freeze, brushing your hair away from your face to gain composure. He plants more kisses on your chest and cups a breast in his hand. 

"Let me taste you, Y/N. I want to taste you…" he whispers and begs. The heat between you two is almost unbearable. He's ignited something within your core and you want him, you need to give into your desires or you might explode. Wild, breathless kisses are exchanged and provide ample savour.

“Yes, please,” you ask and you unhook your legs as he gently lays you back on the couch. He kisses your taught stomach and runs his large hands over your hips until he finds what he is looking for. He hooks your thigh over his good shoulder and buries his face between your legs. You buck your hips from the intense sensation of his tongue and scream out his name as the rain and thunder roll outside. 

*

After what feels like an outer body experience, you are able to finally breathe and lay on the couch in disbelief. 

He smiles with a cocky grin and gets up to clean his face. You rub your eyes and stretch your toes. It had been awhile, well maybe never to have experienced that sense of euphoria. He was attentive in all the right places and relished at the fact that he loved the taste of you. You discreetly blush and reach for the throw blanket to cover up. 

As you sit up, he returns with the bottle of wine and tops your glass off. 

“Thank you,” you say and make eye contact. “And thank you…”

He chuckles and kisses you tenderly on the lips. 

“I should be thanking you, I very much enjoyed it, too.”

“I can thank you in other ways, you know,” you purr and run your fingers through your hair. 

He waggled his eyebrows, “Is that so? I’d like to see in which ways…”

You take a sip of your wine and return it to the end table. As you stand, you let the throw blanket drop and expose your body to him once again. You’re braver now. What you experienced was an intimate moment together and your walls were down. You felt comfortable, sexy, and beautiful. You grab his hand to pull you closer and passionately seal your lips on his. 

He responds and holds your neck with his hand, while the other hand grabs one of your globes. His kiss is fervent and heeding; his lips are insatiable and the tongue explores your mouth. You open your eyes and as does he, with one swift motion you jump into his arms and straddle his waist. He grasps you by your inner thighs and walks down the hall to his bedroom. 

*

He carries you into his room and his kisses become sloppy and wet, it’s a hunger that you can tell burns within him. 

As he lays you on the bed, he trails his lips to your ear lobes and sucks on it and your eyelids flutter. 

“Keanu…” you breathe heavily as you display your sex on his bed. 

He quickly slips his pants and boxers off and you reach for his hard member and stroke it within your fingertips. He’s soft to touch and large in a way that you anticipate pleasure that will come. He grunts in approval and bites your neck softly. 

“Y/N...I want all of you...you’re so beautiful. What do you want, baby?”

You practically orgasm at the sound of him calling you baby and you moan in approval as he delves two digits into your folds. 

“I want you, too, Ke…”

He smiles, “Ke...I like that. I like you...a lot. I want you to scream my name just like that.”

You nod as he pumps harder and tantalizes your clit, sending waves of intensity all over your body. 

“Oh, yes! Ke!”

“Do we need protection, baby?” He asks earnestly and you shake your head no. 

“IUD,” you state in a breath and he nods in approval. 

He releases his fingers and you whimper softly as he slowly rubs his cock along your wet lips. 

“Uhhh, yes…” you moan and he watches the way your silky entrance throbs for him. He rubs his head in and out and you cannot take the heat that is building up inside you. 

“Baby…” you rasp and writhe as he teases you in the most sexy way. He enjoys unraveling you, the thought that he can make you unfold in his hands is his own viewing pleasure. 

He cascades his hand to your hip and then hooks your leg over his shoulder, giving him full access to his prize. He continues to rub his thumb over your clit and then with a few thrusts, inserts himself in you. Your eyes widen as your walls stretch for him; it takes a few seconds to completely allow him to go deep, but he’s given plenty of foreplay and pleasure that you invite all of him to enter you. You arch your back in agreement with his thrusts and you both moan in pleasure. 

“Ke…” his name rolls off your tongue as he picks up his pace and thrusts harder. He leans over you, still holding your leg on his shoulder and kisses your calf tenderly. It’s a beautiful moment and you love how he caresses your leg, all in while thrusting in and out in a rhythmic game. He holds your ankle and continues his kisses until you pull him to you and plant your lips on his. 

“C’mere,” you coo and rake your fingers through his hair. Besides the few grunts you both make while becoming one, the rain hits the window pane and is seared in your memory. 

“I love your breasts,” he says as he watches them playfully bounce with his set pace of thrusts. 

You cock your brow and cup them in your hand, “Do you?” you ask devilishly and massage them as his mouth widens in a state of complete adoration. 

“That’s not fair, let me…” he responds and replaces your hands with his mouth. His thrusts become faster and harder, each time stretches your walls and the euphoria kicks in. 

"Keanu…!" 

You shout and let go all inhibitions as your toes curl in utter bliss. Your walls tighten further and your body shakes as he rides you through, a tidal wave of pleasure surges your body. 

 He holds the small of your back as you arch yourself on the bed and murmurs praises into your shoulder as he comes and releases himself. He crashes his lips onto yours and stays in you as you both recover. He brushes your hair away from your face and looks deep into your eyes and smiles. 

"That was amazing," he grins and slowly pulls out. He collapses next to you and breathes in heavily. "Are...was everything alright?"

You giggle at his concern, "It was far better than alright. It was perfect."

He rolls to his side and props his head with his bicep. You cuddle yourself next to him and wrap his grey duvet around your body. 

"You're pretty perfect," he replies. 

You blush and he trails his finger up and down the side of your arm.

"I was not expecting my day to be so damn fantastic," he laughs. "Who knew running into you would lead to this?"

"Me, too. I can't believe this all happened."

"But you're glad?"

"Of course," you reply and give him a kiss. He holds you close and doesn't let go. You both listen to the sound of the rain for a moment and relish being in each other's arms. You're enjoying how he is so intimate and appreciates a cuddle afterwards. 

He kisses your forehead, "I'm going to go get the wine. Do you want anything?"

"Hmmm...I'm kind of hungry."

"What? You are? We just ate!" He laughs. 

"Well I mean, you made me work up a sweat!"

"Okay, okay," he says and holds up hands. "Let me see what I can muster up. I think there is some imported cheese in the fridge. Maybe some crackers with the wine?"

"That sounds divine," you reply. "But let me."

"What? No, you're my guest."

"I insist, you have an injury," you say and place your hand on his chest, rubbing it in a circular motion. You point your finger to his face, "Stay right here. I have all day and intend to spend it in this bed, mister."

"Whatever the lady desires," he smiles and watches you saunter out of the bed. "Take that shirt if you want," he points to a battered shirt on the chair.

"Don't want me walking naked around your house?"

"There are a lot of windows," he laughs. You not and reach for the shirt.

"Be right back."

"Sounds good."

You give him a kiss and walk out of the room, knowing quite well his eyes are on you as you leave with just his shirt on. You realize your underwear is still in the living room and head over there before the kitchen. As you slip them on, you grab your glass of wine and sip it in a felicitous manner. 

You daintily skip over to the kitchen as you recall the past hour and you are cheeky and find yourself blushing. As you open the fridge, you spot the cheese and grab the bag and open it up to sneak a little piece. You hear the front door open and the ring that alerts when it does. You quizzically think to yourself why that occurred and you closed the fridge door to see a woman standing in front of you holding a manila folder. 

Your mouth stuffed with cheese you almost choke. She looks you up and down as you are wearing panties and Keanu’s shirt. 

“Um, who are you?” She demands and places her free hand on her hip. 

​

[ask-the-music-man]

(Nobody asked for this, but continuing on Ben’s mini saga with Centi haha Not much of a writer, so excuse if it a bit clunky and stuff

Also description of panic attack at the end so heads upp)

After many long and silent nights in the pizzeria, Ben had taken to tinkering with leftover animatronic parts, now filling the usually silent office with metallic clanks and tings. They weren't really sure what they were doing, not having much experience with robotics, but it was interesting to see how things fit together and worked.

Or didn't work, as Ben often simply guessed what went together. But it still passed the time, and the mechanics even encouraged Ben to keep practicing. The head mechanic, Flora, was probably the most excited to see the young guard having an interest in her line of work. She'd actually surprised Ben a few weeks back with a box of parts, explaining they found an old mini animatronic that was scrapped from another location, and saying Ben could tinker with it as much as they liked. Though it was hard to tell Ben's emotions a lot of the time, a signed 'thank you' and a slight nod, told Flora they appreciated the gesture. During the weeks, Ben had made some progress on the animatronic, putting together an arm - or perhaps leg? - guessing it was some sort of mammal, with the small claws and paw pads. They had looked through all the parts to see was it could have been, but it appeared the head was severely damaged, smashed in with a blunt object, so they'd just have to wait until they'd finished to find out.

The 'silent hours' had approached the pizzeria, but Ben was far too engrossed in fixing some components of their new project to notice the time. The monitor's continuous hum as background noise to their focus, only occasionally breaking it to get another stick of pocky, after they sucked the chocolate coating off and eaten the biscuit part. The could have been there for minutes or hours, as a crackling sound from the monitor finally pulled them out of their hyper-focus. Ben had to blink a few times, squinting to the screen as a large - almost ghostly - black blob quivered in the main room by the ballpit. They stared blankly for a moment, considering they'd been so focused, they'd forgotten their medication and this was a mild hallucination, but upon checking, they had their medication as normal. After two more check of wiping the screen and taking a photo on their phone, Ben grew concerned. Either the camera was glitching or something was in the pizzeria. Something big. Ben didn't like the idea of something that size getting inside without their knowledge, so they scrolled through their phone's contacts, beginning a video call with the pizzeria's technician, Markus. It took a moment for him to pick up, but considering the time, he was probably asleep. "...Hello..? Ben..?" Markus' voice slurred from the speaker as he looked bleary into the camera, "What's up, it's like... Nearly four AM..." Ben leaned their phone against their coffee mug, signing with both hands, 'You did say call anytime.' Markus made an amused snort, sitting up in his bed, "Yeah, I guess you got me there." He gave a lopsided smile, and pushed the mess of hair from his face, before speaking again. "Is there a problem? You usually don't call just to talk." Ben nodded curtly. turning the phone to the monitor, which continued to show the static black mass. 'I think camera three is glitching.' Markus had to squint a bit before putting his glasses on, and looking again. "Huh. That's not a glitch I've ever seen before... Is it on any of the others?" Doing a quick check of the other cameras, Ben signed a 'no', pausing before adding 'I haven't checked out the room, but it looks more like a glitch than anything real.' "Yeah, it does seem like it." Markus hummed, "It's still probably worth a check. It'll take a few for me to get down there and all." Ben nodded again, agreeing with him, but not completely thrilled about having to look. Especially if there was something, and it was as big as it appears on camera. "Hey, it'll be fine." Markus chimed in again, noticing Ben's lack of signing and the slight glazing washing over their expression, "There's no traffic at four AM, I'll be there before you know it." After another hesitant pause, Ben nodded once more. 'Alright.' Markus once again promised to be as fast as he could be, and the two said their goodbyes, leaving Ben in silence once more.

It wasn't that Ben was scared. Who was not scared of what was unknown to them. But something about the situation made the guard anxious. It just felt incredibly off. The addition of them requiring their cane today also didn't help, making them slower and unable to defend themselves if there was a threat... But there couldn't possibly be anything. The alarms would have sounded at a break-in. They would have noticed. No more hesitation, they told themselves. Getting to their feet with the help of their cane, Ben picked up the flashlight and started down the halls. They carefully observed all the doors and vents, noting nothing out of place nor anyone out of their rooms. As they continued to the main room, the off feeling got worse. A quiet tinny ringing sound entered their head, brushing it off as their tinnitus, before it quickly got louder and more intense with each step they took. Becoming almost monstrous cries in their ears, They felt their body tense and impossibly heavy, as if gravity wanted to suddenly yank them downwards. Teeth grinding against themselves and their legs becoming shaky, holding onto their cane tighter and tighter. Ben mentally chided themselves. Why did now have to be the time for a panic attack. There was nothing there. They had to do their job. As they finally approached the seemingly endless hallway to the main room, the body tremors and ringing sounds became far too much for the guard, slumping against the wall as they dropped both flashlight and cane. In a last ditch effort, Ben weakly clawed along the wall, as least hoping to see inside the main room. But it was ultimately a futile attempt as their body shut down completely, dropping to the floor as they were overwhelmed by an unknown force. Unaware of the nightmare that was just a few steps away.

[thefandomlesbian]

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” hotchreid!!

Aaron didn’t remember what happened, exactly.

He didn’t remember much after being in the Suburban, his foot to the floor as he pursued the dark blue Chevy Silverado with license plates D6941, Spencer beside him holding onto the Oh Shit handle with his teeth bared in a grimace and his foot slamming the imaginary brake the passenger side did not have. Aaron remembered thinking, I’m really scaring him, and wishing Spencer wouldn’t have been in the car when the dark blue Chevy Silverado with license plates D6941 passed by them, but that truck held a victim in its backseat, and Aaron couldn’t lose it, not if he wanted to take her alive. 

He registered the shattered glass all around his face. He tasted blood. He blinked--bright lights everywhere, glinting off of the glass, off of the shredded metal, off of the shrapnel. I don’t see the truck. A flicker of movement at the window--“Chevy Silverado, dark blue, D6941--” His voice didn’t project outside of the Suburban. 

The Suburban. He was still inside the car. Spencer. “Spencer--” Desperately, Aaron turned his head. His neck ached and popped. “Spencer!”

“Sir, we need you to hold still--” There was a face at the shattered window now, and the face was upside down, which didn’t make any sense, except that Aaron realized now he was hanging upside down in his car, the seatbelt holding him to the seat while the rest of him dangled all sorts of weird ways. “Sir, remain calm, I’m going to apply this neck brace on you to keep you from hurting yourself. We have to get the jaws to get you out of here.”

“The what--no, no, you don’t understand, my husband--”

The paramedic snapped the neck brace into place, and then Aaron couldn’t turn his head left or right, could only stare ahead through the shattered windshield with blood running into his eyes. “My husband, he was right there--I can’t see him, get him first--” Aaron babbled, wondering if he was making any sense, wondering how many police were here instead of with the victim following that Chevy Silverado, “D6941,” he mumbled aloud to himself. 

A hand covered his. “Sir, your husband is fine. He’s in the ambulance now, and he’s waiting for you. We’re worried about you now.” Aaron blinked the blood out of his eyes. He’s fine. Was he lying? Aaron wasn’t sure. He’d lied to people before about things like that. Only if they were dying, only if he wouldn’t be caught, only if it would bring them significant relief--but still, he had done it. “You can see him as soon as we get this door off of this car, alright?” 

It was a big promise for a liar to make, but Aaron still doubted him. 

His head rang shrilly as the jaws of life pierced the steel and tossed heat and sparks around him. The tinnitus roared back at him, and then when the paramedic and the police and the fireman spoke, he couldn’t hear them, so he repeated, “I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you,” until their mouths seemed to stop moving, and someone’s hands sawed through the seatbelt and dragged him out across the shattered glass on his belly and rolled him onto a gurney. “I can walk--”

The world spun when they lifted up the gurney. He thought he would vomit. The harsh sunlight hurt his eyes. 

Someone took his hand. He squeezed tight. “What happened?” he asked, and Spencer nodded across the way where a semi-truck laid on its right side several meters away from the totaled Suburban turned up on its roof. He couldn’t hear Spencer’s voice, but he could see the word, “intersection,” on his mouth. 

Spencer’s hand on his was like a vice. An intersection--the driver couldn’t have seen him coming or had time to yield, and Aaron didn’t have time or space to stop. He blinked blearily. The back of the ambulance was darker, and he felt very sleepy. Spencer patted his hand, and the tinnitus faded enough for him to make out, “Wake up, wake up, don’t fall asleep yet.” 

The sound of Spencer’s voice was a balm. He licked his lips. They had little cuts all over them from where the windshield had shattered across his face. “Are you okay?” 

Spencer was cut up, too, with a bandage on his temple. “I’m fine.” 

Aaron’s eyes fluttered. “How fast were we going?” 

“Ninety-eight.” 

The Suburban can go faster than that. “We could’ve died.”

“Yeah.” Spencer didn’t let go of his hand, even as the paramedic began to clean his arm to start an IV. 

Aaron’s thoughts felt fuddled up. This wasn’t what he would’ve experienced from a near death experience. He would’ve expected more laud and honor. “Why aren’t you kissing me right now?” 

A soft breath blew from Spencer’s nose. “I think you have a concussion.”

That didn’t answer my question. But the needle pierced his skin and chased away the notion.

[reversecreek]

lily for magda (thinking about figs feeling evil), tulip for cricket, marigold for ziggy, chrysanthemum for bradley, belladonna for nyla

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

magda doesn’t know a lot abt her mum. she knows vague snippets n details bt they’re all very elusive. it’s kind of a tricky subject where her mum’s concerned bc when she was younger she’d come up w all these assumptions abt how her mum was n who she’d be if she were with her but the rational part of magda was like..... u don’t know any of this. ur literally making things up. it’s kind of hard for a kid to have that vital person missing from their life n to resist the urge to fill in the blanks with their own projections so the space feels less empty. it’s like having a tooth missing n ur tongue always going back to poke at the spot in ur gum. there’s a constant reminder of loss in that. magda knows her mum liked to sing bc her dad said once she’d always sing to her belly when she was pregnant. this is a lot of the reason why magda has always cared so much abt music bc she took this fact in her fist n grasped it tight n never let go n in a way grew parts of herself around it. it’s like............. i feel like her mum dying in childbirth gave her lots of issues when it comes to her identity n like. who she is n who she wants to be.......... bc of magda’s issues w her dad i feel like she got into this habit growing up of rly putting who her mum could have been on a pedestal n basing everything around that.... she’d be like I’m More Like Her (a belief which was only accelerated bc her dad would drunkenly say she looked so much like her) n cling onto that so she liked herself more bc the other option was her dad who she loves but he’s also an incredibly flawed person n they hv a complicated relationship...... i think as she’s gotten older she’s realised her mum cld very well have been that way too n putting people on pedestals isn’t the way to go about things but. idk. as a kid she was kind of obsessed w this idea of her n this idea that her mum being gone was the beginning n end of everything wrong in her life. for the most part now magda accepts she never knew her n sometimes even feels stupid for grieving her at all bc she never knew her to grieve in the first place but. there’s a tiny part of magda tht still hangs on to the comfort of what she could have had n it’s obvious by the fact she still keeps a photograph of her folded up in her pillow. she loves the mum she made up in her head n she wishes she got to meet her. there’s this sense tht maybe then she wouldn’t feel like this culmination of missing parts more than a person if she’d had that in her life. sighs n lks away holding my dyed black emo bang.....

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

cricket is like. the strangest little anomaly of a person FGHKSFGHSFKGH bc like. u would rly think that after everything he’s been thru he would just have this absolutely jaded view of people and life in general and i wouldn’t even......... blame him for it if he did like. i’d understand completely bc he’s experienced A Lot of bad stuff. n yet somehow he just.... idk. i think i wrote in a reply once this comparison of cricket n a cockroach in the sense that they have this incredibly reinforced exoskeleton n even if they’re stomped flat they can keep living n bounce back from it n that’s very him but it’s more specifically the hope inside him. he has this little candle lit that good things can still happen midst all of the terrible things n i genuinely can’t see it snuffing out at any point even tho sometimes he might want it to. sometimes i think he even gets into these frames of mind where it jst infuriates the fk out of him bc in his head he’s like why do u even think good shit can happen when u have sm overwhelming evidence to the contrary but then he’s also like. look u can dwell on the bad or u can notice the way the light falls thru the leaves in the trees and u can think to urself inside ur head as u listen to someone u love talking abt something that makes them happy ‘hey this feeling is nice n there’s a dozen others like it’. idk. against all odds he’s an optimist. he has tinnitus in his left ear n sometimes he pretends the ringing is angels trying to talk to him. he likes to search for the silver linings in things to make them bearable n that’s how he gets by. obviously he knows there’s evil in the world n that a lot of people can be shit bc he has firsthand experience w that but he also believes there are people to serve as the antithesis to that n he wants to focus on them bc like. why give bad stuff the time of day. not necessarily always a positive coping mechanism (if u bottle up bad feelings n thoughts they leak thru one way or another aka his overwhelming anxiety) but like.... i think there’s a lot of bravery in that n i respect him for it i won’t lie. he cld have become very bitter bt instead he’s like that quote that’s like 'the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it'. suddenly slaps his little anxious rump (supportive) (affectionate)

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

it’s hard to say w ziggy............... i feel like he doesn’t want to think he’s prone to jealousy bc he’s like i’m literally a god wdym i simply wld never give a fk bc i know i’m above all else................. but like. do u actually believe that ziggy. do u. FKGJHKSJGHFGSHFGKSHGKFHG. he’s good at convincing himself at least........... has me fooled too most of the time. bt. thinks abt this.............. i feel like he doesn’t tend to get jealous over ppl he hooks up w a lot of the time bt there’s definitely a few select ppl he might.......... n then he doesn’t rly know what that feeling is bc he’s so unused to feeling it so he’s like wtf why am i so fking pissed off over the thought of this person fking that person? like literally doesn’t even. connect the dots n make the logical conclusion bc it jst seems so bizarre n nonsensical to him. rly is awful at working out his own feelings like. he cld just suddenly explode one day n have to smash a bunch of shit in a junkyard n after his chest is heaving n he has all this broken stuff around him n he’s just like yo wtf was that man forreal lmfaoooooooooo..... like he just doesn’t even get how his own emotions work it’s tragic n it’s men for u. w anxious feelings he represses them a lot he doesn’t rly understand what they r or know how to recognise them........... i honestly feel like he has a lot of anxiety surrounding his mum esp w her dating n like some of the guys they’ve both had to deal w that she’s dated in the past.......... i doubt he processes that healthily or expresses it healthily either..... probably contributes to the tensions between him n his mum they hv a lot of underlying issues that come out in the form of bickering n petty disagreements...... probably a huge contributor to him acting out so terribly in high skl was just all this pent up worried energy with no means of making sense of itself or like. place to go. like shaking a coke bottle over n over n finally having to crack the lid n let it fizz on something. i also think he probably swallowed a lot of jealousy growing up whenever other kids had gd relationships w their fathers or parents in general probably ws kind of like lmfaooooo yo why don’t mine love me like that. in his head...... so ya. i think he copes w anxious feelings by acting out n also fucking if we’re being honest......... it helps him let off steam <3 king of clapping cheeks ig....

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

bradley is kind of hard to read romantically like from an outside perspective but slides on my thin rimmed spectacles n picks up my scalpel to delve right in to the nitty gritty of her brain... omg... that sounded... kind of scary actually but. it’s ok. basically settles in. bradley struggles to verbalise her feelings in this regard but also in a general sense honestly.... like she’s spent a lifetime having any vulnerable or negative feeling shut down....... her dad’s the type of personality where it’s like... u can’t win. even tho he’s narcissistic n thinks he’s a god if u compliment him or express affection he’ll act pleased but there’ll also be this register in his eyes where he thinks less of u for it. so this rly had a domino effect in bradley’s emotional expression in all grounds of life...... romance is probably the most frivolous concept to tony so bradley definitely internalised some of these views n wld feel stupid for ever taking anything seriously in that regard or rly investing herself..... she also just. idk. love has only ever left bite marks in bradley’s world so she’d kind of like ‘why wld i ever expose my tender spots n open myself up to someone just so they can sink their teeth in’. i will say tho that like. despite that she can in rare instances develop those feelings n it’s always like..... quite a struggle for her when she does. she doesn’t rly understand it or how to deal w it. she finds talking about it hard n she feels childish or weak in the eyes of whoever knows how she’s feeling. it takes a long time n a lot of work to earn it bt bradley in love is like. ur the only person on the planet who knows how gentle she can b. she’d literally like. touch the face of this one guy i wrote her being in love w when he was sad so gently it was shocking it ws like a love tht deep unlocked a whole other part of her she didn’t know existed. sex is a big part of her love expression jst like. a lot of it. so much. JHGSFKHGSFGKHFKGSHG let’s get it.......... she’s a ride or die n doesn’t do anything in halves. she has a nasty habit of pushing good things away n also wld probably do this to protect the other person bc her world is a never ending shit show with her father’s presence in every room even when he isn’t physically there. she wldn’t wna subject someone she loved to the danger of that bc she hates it enough herself so. idk. smiles w hand on hip. love isn’t something bradley thinks is on the menu fr her bc she’s only ever known it to be hard or mean n why bother trying when that’s the case. it feels like there’s always small print attached tht will hurt her in the end n nothing is free or genuine. very doomed outlook on love in general tbh.

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?  

nyla honestly doesn’t mind silence at all........ they always wake up rly early in the morning no matter what time they went to bed. it’s like someone programmed an oven timer into their brain n often when they wake up at 6am or something they’ll go on walks around irving tottering in their own little world which is quite a quiet experience in itself when the rest of the world’s asleep........... always off on impromptu adventures they came up w on the spot.......... sometimes they get lost in their own train of thought too so they just randomly fall silent bc they’re having a whole conversation w themselves inside their head or like. writing a whole children’s story abt an iguana in a trench coat floating in a hot air balloon smoking a little vintage pipe all the way to peru. honestly for every 1 thing nyla says there’s about 4987295749572592745 things they don’t say tht are x100 times stranger n more nonsensical they sort of let it all drift thru their head like an open sieve for the most part. having said tht i think in order to sleep at night they probably need some sort of white noise or smthn................. it’s handy living in a beach house bc they just leave the window open to let the ocean gush bt sometimes if they’ve snuck into like. mido’s bed fr the night or someone’s bed idk the sound of them breathing works too................. they used to always sleep w bob ross playing on loop n that was rly comforting to them esp bc he reminds them a lot of their dad w his calming voice n energy.............. sometimes they’d have taken smthn n they’d literally hallucinate it as their dad instead of bob ross n this happened so many times in a row fr a period of time tht when they finally watched it sober they were like wtf since when did they recast my dad in this show...... KJHFGSHFGKSHFKGH but also. frowns... bit sad considering. 

[cringe-phase]

Sisterhood of the Travelling Deleted Scene

This is the deleted alternate beginning of....many abandoned ideas. First it was gonna be a quick one-shot to practice stuff in preparation for a multichapter project, but I decided to just start the multichapter instead. I tried to make this work for the beginning of “One Two Three (Four)”, but I was too sold on Draxum being the cause for Don’s amnesia, so I rewrote it and liked the new beginning better anyway. Then I tried to make it work for two other ideas that I quickly lost interest in for being too serious--I like my lighthearted moments too much. 

Nowadays I think it's destined to be forever unfinished...but I still dig it even without a use...so, here just take it in it's abandoned and unedited glory.

Summary: The brothers stumble upon the Foot Clan and get into a fight on the rooftop when Donnie gets blindsided. Takes place early Season 1.

Disclaimer: characters use the concept of using a crutch as an insult and is not a reflection of what the author thinks.

It had all started so well.

Four brothers were on their way to their go-to pizza joint. The pizza joint was in no way their favorite, it was simply their go-to because it was owned by a Yokai and therefore they could dine in for once and enjoy an atmosphere that wasn’t a sewer. They adored their home and all, but no windows and the same view day in and day out would be a bummer to any free spirited teen. So off they went for some well-deserved pizza and socialization on the same night that the universe decided that today it was going to roll the dice.

It was Mikey that spotted the breaking and entering taking place. The little orange turtle immediately pointed it out, and much to the middle children’s displeasure, Raphael’s moral responsibility steered them to the crimes instead of the pizza. Said displeasure was expressed through groans and claims of “The police can handle it, not every little thing had to be our problem bro”, but was quickly silenced by the reveal of the perps and this week’s villain of the week.

“It’s those flame head guys again. For such a big city, we run into them a lot.” Raph pointed out, scratching his chin as they perched on the building next door.

“I think they have a stealing things obsession--”

“Kleptomania.” The purple turtle interrupted the slider.

“--they’re always breaking and entering when we find them.” Leo ignored his brother.

“I mean, that’s probably in the bad guy job description.” Michelangelo said from his seat on Raph’s shoulders.

“....D’you think they’re hiring?”

“Leo!” Raph scolded and Leonardo immediately shrugged unapologetically.

“Whaaat? It was just a little question.”

“No, you are hereby BANNED from joining the bad guys!” Raph nodded at the finality and jumped to the roof of the break-in-in-progress.

Donatello casually joined his blue banded brother’s side as Raph leapt with Mikey still on his shoulders. Leo glanced at him curiously.

“What do you think the pay’s like? Theoretically.” Donatello asked with an interested tone.

“Better than ours probably, considering we don’t get paid.” Leo crossed his arms to pout. “But Raph said we can’t. Oh well.”

“No,” Donatello smirked and looked at his brother slyly before lightly bonking him on the forehead with his tech bo, “Raph said you can’t.”

“What?! Donnie?!?!” Leo gaped as his snickering brother leapt off to join the rest of their quartet. He pouted as he jumped after him, fully intending to snitch on the purple teammate but immediately getting shushed by Raphael upon joining. “I didn’t even--”

“Shh, Leo, look!” Raph gestured to the turning of the knob of the stairway door to the roof. “Hide, now!”

The turtles had just barely all gotten into hiding spots as the door finally swung open, the hand on the doorknob connecting to a large brutish guy. The Brute held the door open for his skinny partner.

“I thought I heard something out here.” The Brute said, suspiciously looking around.

“I told you,” His Lieutenant said, “You need to get your tinnitus looked at.”

“I don’t think it was that Boss, it’s not even that bad.”

“Then you’re being paranoid.”

“I’m tellin’ you, Boss, I’m onto something! Everywhere we go those turtles show up!”

“Hey!” Although Mikey was whispering, he was doing so quite loudly. “They’re talking about us!!”

“Mikey shhh!” Leonardo slapped his hand over his younger brother’s mouth, nervously peeking back around the structure they had both hidden behind. The Foot representatives hadn’t noticed them, and Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He could see Donatello hidden smartly behind the structure with the door the bad guys had walked out of, ready to move counter to their location to remain hidden indefinitely, and Raphael was camouflaged as a gargoyle perched on the corner of the building just out of the light enough to be a vague shape. He looked to his brothers to gauge what the plan was going to be and ignored Michelangelo’s tapping on his wrist. Were they going to wait out the bad guys and follow them in like real ninjas? Were they going to ambush right here right now? Was Donnie hacking into the building right now to locate what the Foot was even here for?

All of a sudden Leo’s hand was warm and wet. “Ew!” He recoiled his hand back and looked at his little brother, betrayed.

“Hey, who’s there?!”

Leonardo hastily started wiping his hand on his brother’s head, ignoring his quiet protests and peeked out from their hiding spot and met the eyes of the Brute. He yelped and quickly hid again.

“Look! Boss it’s the turtles, I told you!” Brute exclaimed. “They’re here just like always!”

“Enough of your conspiracies, just deal with them!” The Lieutenant commanded as he started folding paper faster than an average human.

Leo swore as the Brute ran towards them and grabbed Mikey by his shell to move him out of the way while he wiped his own spit off of himself. A fist came down on their hiding spot as Leo threw Mikey out of the way and ran the opposite direction to get some distance.

“Leo! Mikey!” Raphael sprung into action as the Brute turned to pursue his blue brother. A trio of origami soldiers poofed into existence and cut him off. “We were supposed to be stealthy!”

“He licked me!” Leonardo complained as he dodged a swing and backflipped onto the roof of the doorway. “It caught me off guard!”

“Mikey!” Raph scolded as he blocked a punch and threw one of his own.

“I couldn’t breathe! He wouldn’t move his hand off of my face!” Michelangelo defended as he ran to assist his eldest brother.

“All of my brothers are evil!” Leo continued on his drama streak.

Donatello emerged from his hiding spot in the shadows and landed a surprise attack on the Brute, his tech bo in its hammer format and sent the bad guy to the ground momentarily. “Can we save the family bickering until after we are no longer in combat?!”

“Why do you say that like this is a game?” The Brute asked from the ground, curious. “This is real life, kid, we could really hurt you.”

“Roll for initiative!!” Donnie yelled as a battle cry, using his bo to vault himself over the Brute and toward the Lieutenant, smacking into a hastily made Origami soldier instead while Raph hurried to cover him.

Combat was successfully initiated. Origami soldiers were created and fists continued to fly. (Do better transition)

“As much as I love the impromptu field test of my new tech bo addition,” Donatello swung his bo with a manic grin, the chainsaw application tearing apart the paper soldiers like they were butter, “We’re going to be here all night if we don’t focus on the source!”

“Oh yeah,” Michelangelo thoughtfully added, “Like the spawners in Minecraft! They’re just gonna keep coming forever.”

“I mean, we actually have a decent handle on this. Plus I’m kinda having fun shredding these bozos!” Leonardo had taken the opportunity to practice some more extravagant swings and flourishes. Since upgrading to a single sword he’s been curious about pulling off one of those fancy spin-attacks he’s seen on some fighting games.

“Yeah I’m down with downing more of these paper pawns!” Mikey agreed, eyes alight as he set some origami soldiers ablaze with his mystical kusari-fundo.

“Ok so we got two for having fun with these jerks for once, how about--”

“Raph would like to hurry and be done here!” Raphael yelled from his side of the battlefield, punching a stray origami soldier as he dodged another punch from the Brute.

“You didn’t have to crash our outings, y��know.” The Brute mumbled.

Donatello sighed as he shredded another group of paper soldiers into confetti before activating his battle shell to initiate hover mode. He flew above the field, his younger brothers immediately picking up his slack and cutting through his share of soldiers, and zeroed in on the Lieutenant frantically making origami man after origami man like a well-oiled machine. Honestly, the speed in which he pumped those out was admirable. But, Donatello wanted pizza and he was bored shredding the same kind of enemy multiple times a minute. 

Spinning his tech bo back into its bo format, Donatello dove towards the Origami-spawner and swung, narrowly missing as the Lieutenant jumped out of the way. The jets of the Battle Shell whirred as he hovered back into the air, glaring down at the man with a cocky grin. A better challenge than the Origami Soldiers, which the flame-headed human kept folding and throwing into the battle as he dodged Donnie’s dives.

Donatello swung again and the Lieutenant ducked and blew a raspberry, much to Donnie’s annoyance. He could feel his eye’s want to twitch but honed his willpower to keep it at bay, honing in on taking this disrespectful villain down.

His tunnel vision left him blindsided by the paper hand that grabbed his ankle and slammed him back to the ground, another immediately jumping into his shell jet pack to sabotage any attempts to flee to the skies. He glared up at the human puppeteer, grin replaced by a frustrated frown.

“Not so tough without your little gadget, are you?” The Lieutenant rasped, now the one with the cocky grin. He circled the turtle, examining the spluttering jets shredding the fingers of the paper soldiers holding it down. “Why does a turtle need a fake shell anyway? Is it like a crutch?”

The “crutch” in question immediately sprang free from the purple turtle’s back, sending it and the paper man attached to it directly into the Lieutenant. Donatello immediately swung his bo to swat his legs free of soldiers and jumped to his feet. His glare upon the man sharpened.

“I don’t need a crutch.” He growled, softshell open to the evening breeze. It wasn't a sensation he was used to, but capable of ignoring nonetheless. He raised a judgmental eyebrow at the twitch of the Lieutenant's hands on paper. "Do you?"

The Flame Head immediately halted his folding and narrowed his otherworldly eyes at the teen. He knew he was being baited--he did the same thing to the kid--but he couldn't back down lest his honor and ego take a hit.

Lou Jitsu would meet the challenge head on.

The Foot Lieutenant tossed his paper to the side and took a defensive pose.

[ladyadalicialove]

Akumanettes ~ Part 1

So I’ve decided as a reward for finishing my exams to indulge in Akumatied Marinettes!! I love seeing people’s takes on what her form would be and so I decided to do a small series on some of those interpretations. 

This first part will be my own versions, one of which I’ve shown before. The next few parts will be a mix of my own and fanart of other akumanettes. 

These posts will show a song that I think fits with the akuma, the actual design with a quote, small explanation of the design/outfit, the story behind akumatisation and powers.

so go ahead read these first two and tell me what you think!!

.: Marionette :.

Song: The Puppet Song - SailorUrLove

The design/outfit is inspired by the puppet from the FNAF series. Personally I love the fact that many puppets have no expression or just a single expression. They are also symbolic of manipulation/control. Because of this I think that its a perfect base for an akumatised Marinette. 

I wanted to have a look that departed from everything that is her. Mainly the lack of colour with the obvious duo-chromatic palette. 

The long white hair is very ghostly, and so is the floating black coat. Along with her single expression, it makes her appear vacant. Which is what I want, because of my head canon that follows the story.

Story:

This is set in their last year of High-school, both of our favourite super heroes have been doing it for 4 years. Marinette has especially become good at stopping akumas reaching victims. She has thwarted Hawkmoth’s akumas from reaching their victims several times, enough that it has caused a severe decrease in his super villains. Since she actively seeks his victims and talks to them about their problems, thus preventing akumas it angers him. 

Hawkmoth has been waiting for the opportunity to akumatise Marinette for some time. He wants this girl to suffer, he wants his revenge against her. And he finally gets his chance when she graduates. 

The akumatised object is the red button on her coat. The button was Adrien’s. he gave it to her during their graduation. Why? Well Kagami told Adrien about how during graduation in Japan, certain buttons of a guys shirt mean things. She told him that the first button represents oneself, the second represents one’s most beloved person, the third one’s best friends and so on. She told him this in hopes that he give his second button to her, the one meant for a love confession.

Adrien however mixes the meanings of the buttons up and decides to give the second button to Marinette thinking it’s him telling her about them being best friends forever. 

He gives her his second button, the one meant for a love confession and he tells her all about how he wants to stay in touch after graduations. Marinette aware of the Japanese button tradition, thinks he confessing to her and she proceeds to confess her feelings. Marinette wants no regrets after graduation!!

Adrien however, realises his mistake and corrects himself, and rejects her.  Marinette of course says it okay and that she obviously got too excited. Adrien naively understands, but before he can get the button back she runs.

She takes her earrings off and instructs Tikki to go to Master Fu, believing she won’t have the will to fight Hawkmoth. Tikki tries to convince her otherwise but a purple butterfly entering the button interrupts them. Hawkmoth uses to opportunity to attempt to akumatise her, convincing her that Adrien manipulated her into her confession. He tells her she can control everyone she wants and never has to be manipulated by those she trust again (the irony lol). Thus Marionette is born.

Throughout the akumatisation, Marinette remains inside herself, aware of what is happening. Watching her akuma form create a web of white strings over Paris. Hawkmoth wants her to suffer from the damage and pain she will inflict onto Paris, since she has caused his mission to be extended and he is a bit salty.

I will leave the story there. 

Powers:

Marionette can control millions of the strings from her web that is strung across  Paris. Like a spider she can feel where her victims are and can snatch them. She cocoons them in her strings and they transform into horrifying little puppets that follow her command aka they just transform others into puppets. The puppet army is coming~

Marionette however remains in a giant ball of strings at the top of the Eiffel tower. Just imagine a giant white yarn ball on the tower. She sits there, limp and lifeless in the ball fighting Hawkmoth in her mind. 

The strings she makes are uncuttable but can be destroyed by Chat Noir’s Cataclysm. But he would have to Cataclysm a lot of her strings to untangle Paris, and I don’t Plagg is up for that. 

.: Ring Mistress :.

Song: Scooby doo! Big top - When the Circus Comes to Town 

So I have actually discussed this akumatised form in another post. But there was still loads of stuff I didn’t finalise til now. 

Her design is meant to be reminiscent of Circus Ring Leaders, with the red coat, top hat and cane. Her eyes are green because they look great in green and it implies her powers aka ability to change. They were purple before but I change it :p

I wanted her to look mature but not too sexy, hence why I changed her from the original concept. I had to scrap the whip it was too much lol. But the more simple design is more appropriate for her and she certainly looks evil now.

Story:

Another day, another lie from Lila. Marinette’s reputation had been crumbling since Lila had stepped into their classroom claiming she had Tinnitus in her left ear. Or was it the right ear? 

The final straw was not Lila cornering her in the bathroom for the third time that week. But Lila had told all her classmates that she had found a diary written by Marinette, it apparently detailed all the things she hated about her classmates.

Lila had ever so graciously read it out to her class, and they were furious. Alya wanted revenge and since Marinette had left to go to the bathroom. Alya grabbed Marinette’s school bag and proceeded to shred its contents with the help of the class. They laughed as they ripped apart her sketchbook and assignments. They cackled when they destroy her stuff.  

Marinette came back to see it unfold before her. Her heart sunk as she stood frozen in the doorway, fat streams of tears had come. Her sniffle caused the class to look at her. Alya thought when Marinette discovered their doings she would have yelled out them, pull a Chloe or something. Not a confused, scared and hurt pig-tailed girl. 

Marinette ran to the bathrooms. Passing Adrien who had finally arrived from a photoshoot. (sunshine boy has no clue)

Bursting through the doors, she crashed into the tiled wall. Marinette choked a sob.

Within a few minutes Tikki had taken the earrings, she couldn’t calm Marinette down.

- intermission~ I have written a good chunk of a fanficition based on this so I won’t give the whole story away I guess -

The akumatised object is a photo of her friends, it’s placed in her hat alongside a random card. Being a hero meant she knew how to prepare against Chat. By having a decoys such as fake earrings and the car, she has possibly increased her akuma longetivity especially if Chat grabs the wrong one to cataclysm. 

sis aint playing games

Powers

Ring Mistress of course has increased speed and agility, and that cane can do some damage. However her main ability is to turn people into circus performers based on that person’s sin. She transforms the whole class excluding Adrien (he gotta be a leather boi) into circus acts. So far this is list I’ve created based on the class:

Nino + Alya - Knife Throwing = How can these two trust each other not to hurt each other when they hurt Marinete? Ring Mistress would love to know.

Lila - Corntortionist = Lying means to twist words, might as well bend along with them, eh Lila? 

Sabrina + Chloe - Lion Tamer = Abusive and an exploitative relationship. I kinda want Chloe to be the Lion? I drew it up and its funny as. Uno reverse card biotch!

Kim - Strong Man = My dude is pretty vain when it comes to his athleticism, so gotta make him a strong man!! I imagine he is the only one having a good time during this akuma attack. 

Alix - Human Comet = A risk-taker or over confident? This cocky daredevil will give you an explosive time at this circus!

Rose + Juleka - Trapeze Act = This absolutely cute duo is terrified of losing each other! Ring Mistress hopes they don’t slip, after all there isn't a net to catch them~

Max - Juggler = So many projects, so little time! How does a human calculator calculate that? Juggle those robots Max! 

Nathaniel, Mylene and Ivan, are the ones I don’t know about. Maybe background clowns?? I need help to decide what is best for them.

Ring Mistress is desperately looking for Adrien to turn him into a clown though. After all only a clown would rather maintain complacency than help a friend in need. 

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That’s it for this akumanette post! I would love to hear your thoughts on these head canons of mine!! I hope to write stories on them and add some illustrations of the puppets and the class as a circus over the next couple of days. 

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Next part might be La Justice fanart >o<

[heartscfvalor]

Deaf!Gavin Verse

Here I am vibin’ with this idea and three (3) people validated me, that is all my autistic ass needed for this glorious idea to come to brief fruition. So here’s some bullet points to differ between the two Gavins I shall play.

Gavin got Meniere’s disease at fifteen years old, after getting into a fist fight with two douchebags from the local high school. It was the same fight that caused the scar on his nose, and within weeks following the fight, he started experiencing vertigo and tinnitus for hours at a time.

He became 60% Deaf in his right ear by the time he was eighteen, but as he and Elijah were starting to work on the androids, he tried to ignore it. He dedicated his time focusing on the base coding that would make androids as human like as possible, from their appearance down to their personalities, while Elijah focused, more or less, on their capacity for intelligence.

By the time they were twenty and had completed making thirium and biocomponents to create Chloe, Gavin’s hearing in his left ear was already starting to go. In between creating Chloe and his vertigo attacks, Gavin finally began studying American Sign Language, knowing that eventually he would have to use it. He implemented programs in Chloe’s server to already know how to sign, and as they prepared her for the Turing Test, she also helped him to become fluent.

After Chloe was successful in the Turing Test, Gavin and Elijah went their separate ways, as Gavin didn’t trust the CyberLife board of CEOs, and Elijah wanted to rise above their old lives to gain the fortune he always felt they were deserving of. Despite Gavin begging for anything of his name being wiped from the projects, Elijah kept all of the paperwork and hid it away, should Gavin ever change his mind.

Gavin joined the police academy, and he passed by the skin of his teeth, faking his hearing by overcompensating with his observational skills. None of his professors or his trainers knew that by the age of 22, he had lost 80% of hearing in his right hear, and 20% in his left.

Through sheer spite and determination, Gavin worked his way up to detective in the DPD. By the time Fowler realized Gavin was nearly completely Deaf by 29, he knew it was too late, and thus gave Gavin the promotion he had worked so hard for.

The only reason Garret pushed Gavin out of the way during that last raid was because Gavin didn’t hear any of the warnings that the raging PL600 had a gun trained on him. The trauma of having the man he loved die in his arms was added onto the fact that if he had heard the warnings, he would have ducked, and they both would have survived.

Gavin can speak. He went to speech therapy as his voice started to get “a little funky” in his own terms, so he sounds like he has a bad head cold when he does speak. However, he prefers not to.

He has lost 90% of his hearing in both ears by 34 years old; the only thing he can hear anymore is gunshots, though muffled, and the constant low humming of the tinnitus. He has hearing aids, but rarely uses them, as he feels that they don’t work, and he’s done research into getting cochlears, only to decide against them.

Any kid who comes through the station is taught all the variation of swear words in Sign Language, much to Fowler’s chagrin.

[rnainframe]

how about newt for wbw?

prepare for like 50% canon 50% headcanon

B A S I C S

full name: Dr. Newton Geiszler, only Hermann and family know his deadname and Hermann only knows cause of the drift, if you use it around him he gets REALLY pissy at you >:[

gender: Trans dude!!

sexuality: Gayyy

pronouns: He/him

O T H E R S

family: Monica Schwartz (gone mom), Jacob Geiszler (semi-gone dad)Illia Geiszler (father figure uncle)Unnamed stepparents (since both parents were married but having an affair to have him)Hermann Gottlieb (husband), Mako Mori (adoptive niece), Stacker Pentecost (older sibling slash father figure), Tendo Choi (so-close-they-might-as-well-be-siblings type guy)

birthplace: Berlin, Germany

job: K-Science Officer, scientist, xenobiologist, professional lovable dumbass

phobias: His experience during the Double Event makes him extremely nervous in confined, crowded spaces such as the public shelter he was forced into. So he ends up with a bit of claustrophobia. You’d think it’d make him a bit more wary about his work with Kaiju, but nope.

guilty pleasures: Blasting music way too loud, probably has tinnitus - doing REALLY dumb shit in the name of science, has on at least one occasion had to pass off the results of a test on himself as a relapse due to how stupid what he actually did was (probably a teeny test to see what kaiju dna does to human dna in a spot where his tats would cover it)

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good, more neutral-leaning when the world isn’t at stake and more evil-leaning in Treason AU

sins: Pride

virtues: Diligence

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Disorganized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded, just comes off as otherwise if his passions conflict w/ someone else (like him being excited about kaijus in front of someone who had a traumatic experience involving one)

calm/anxious: Anxious, but like, in a manic way

disagreeable/agreeable: Disagreeable, but mainly just with Hermann cause 

cautious/reckless: Reckless

patient/impatient: Impatient

outspoken/reserved: Outspoken

leader/follower: Leader, whether anyone else agrees or not

empathetic/unemphatic: He Tries to be empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Hermann/Newton

ot3: I don’t really have any

brotp: Him and Tendo! It’s not really shown but I feel like they’re probably about as close as Tendo is with Raleigh. 

notp: Him with any of his adoptive family, or Herc, cause… two are close to being adoptive inc/st w/ my hcs and one is someone he canonically Very Much Dislikes

also some mental health stuff

He canonically has BPD! 

I’m projecting my ADHD that might be comorbid w/ BPD at this point (been going through a lot of questioning abt my mental health lately, i’m getting screened soon hopefully) onto him

He stims! Lots of high energy stims, like tapping his foot or hand on stuff, rocking, chewing on his mouth and lips, messing with his hair, echoing/singing/humming stuff (listen even if he’s apparently bad at singing his favorite kinds of music are genres that are practically like the worse your voice sounds the better SO)

His rough childhood probably lead to him adopting so much of the PPDC as a second family cause he Needs a good family

[shan282-ao3]

The Devil Has Come Ch2

Originally posted on Archive of Our Own [x]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Joseph Seed Characters: Original Female Character(s), John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Staci Pratt, Nick Rye, Sharky Boshaw, Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Original Male Character(s), Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Joey Hudson, Earl Whitehorse Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Fluff, Minor Character Death, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Eventual Smut, Character Death, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of Bottom of The River

Summary: They should never have been there. Whitehorse and Pratt were right when they spoke against going to Eden’s Gate. They should have left The Project alone. They’d started something and there was no going back now. The lamb had broken the first seal and the deputy had been helpless to stop her.

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“Who’s a good boy?” Sarah cooed at the dog, her voice high and babyish. “You are Boomer, yes you are.” She laughed as the dog jumped up and licked her chin. “I love you too. God, you are precious. Yes you are, yes you are, best boy.”

“Jesus Christ Lamb.” Rook said from where she stood in front of the car with a deadpan look on her face. “Leave him be and help me fix this stupid truck.” Sarah rolled her eyes but stood to help her friend.

“I, for the record, have no clue what I’m doing here.” She said as she leaned over the hood of the car, waving her hand to keep the steam away from her face. She held her blowtorch uselessly.“Maybe we just walk until we find another one, the Peggies have an infinite amount of trucks it seems so we could just take one from them.” Rook looked between the truck, Sarah, and the direction they were trying to go before shrugging an I guess so. “Let’s go, boy, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” She called out to the dog who had run off to bark at a squirrel.

They walked in comfortable silence. It’d been nearly three weeks since they’d run into each other after the events at The Compound. Sarah was beyond grateful that the woman was alive. She’d been shocked to learn that Dutch of all people had pulled her from the river and kept her safe. He was not exactly known for his kindness towards strangers.

Already Rook had made waves in Hope County. She’d taken Dutch’s island back from the cult and now everyone and their grandmother was radioing her, begging for help with whatever problems they were having. Sarah didn’t mind it much at first; even in this fucked up situation she was still an officer of the law and her job was to help people. But as the days went by the pleas for help got more and more stupid and Sarah was getting more than a little peeved at being treated like an errand girl.

They’d rescued Boomer from some cultists a few days after finding each other again and with his owners dead they had made the executive decision to take him along with them. This had resulted in Sarah spending a lot of time sitting in the trunk of the truck they had so she could pet Boomer while they drove. She had always loved this dog since she moved into the county, he was Hope County’s pride and joy. She, however, didn’t have a picture of him in her house like she’d noticed a lot of other people did. That was just weird. Why would she have a picture of someone else’s dog sitting in her living room? Besides the fact, Finny would probably get jealous.

She’d managed to get in contact with Kim Rye once she’d gotten away from The Compound and had confirmed that Finny was being fed. Apparently, he’d taken his feeding into his own paws and shown up at the Rye’s door screaming like the demon bastard he was until they let him in. He’d never even been to their house how the hell did he find it?

As they walked, Sarah spotted another one of John’s silos and nodded towards it, splitting away from Rook and Boomer. She half jogged to the silo and pulled a remote explosive from her pack, fixing it to the side of the silo. Instead of rejoining Rook on the road like a sane person before blowing it, Sarah moved out of the blast radius and ducked behind some metal containers before blowing the explosive. The force sent her falling back on her ass groaning and the whole world went silent except for an extremely annoying high pitched ringing in her ears. She didn’t meet Rook’s eyes when she returned, ignoring the woman’s amused grin, and started walking again. She was definitely going to have tinnitus before the month was over.

Nearly a half hour of walking later, they found an abandoned truck on the side of the road, the word Sinner painted onto the hood. Sarah was beyond grateful, it was relatively warm out and the Rye & Son bomber jacket she had on really wasn’t helping. She couldn’t wait to blast some sweet, sweet air conditioning.

“You driving?” She asked, grinning when Rook shook her head and walked around to the passenger’s side. Sarah loved driving but Rook hadn’t given her much of a chance. In the rookie’s defense, on their first night meeting again after The Compound Sarah had taken a corner way too fast in the ATV and caused them to spin out and get thrown from the vehicle as it landed upside down in a ditch. Rook hadn’t really been letting her drive much since then.

Sarah climbed into the driver’s seat and set to work hot-wiring the truck. “Tell me again where you learned to do that?” Rook asked, her eyebrow raised. “Is that something they teach all Sheriff’s Deputies in Montana now? Because if so I missed that day at the academy.”

“Well, long story short, last year I got sent out to arrest this Sharky guy. I chased him, he wasn’t wearing any pants, my keys got dropped, and I ended up locked out of my cruiser with a cuffed idiot. He broke into it for me and hot-wired it. I let him go, didn’t seem right to arrest him anymore after he helped me out. He even looked for my keys afterward and sent them to the station in the mail a week later with some crudely drawn picture of me chasing him.” Sarah recalled and shrugged at Rook’s slightly shocked look. “He’s cool, sets a lot of shit on fire and breaks way too many laws, but he hasn’t killed anyone yet.”

The engine sputtered to life and Sarah smiled, leaning back in her seat and clapping her hands together. “She’s all set Rook.” She jumped out and helped Boomer into the backseat of the truck before climbing back in and buckling her seatbelt. She sat there staring pointedly at Rook until she finally sighed and did her own seatbelt buckle. “Would you rather get thrown through the window when a Peggie comes out of nowhere and hits us head on? I didn’t think so.”

Sarah reached over and flipped through the radio stations, stopping on Peggie radio. She’d been listening to the station for a few months, the songs were catchy as hell. Rook had given her a skeptical look the first time she’d turned it on, but since then Sarah had caught her quietly singing along to some of the songs.

The truck jerked forward as Sarah pressed her foot down on the gas and they sped forward. Yeah, she probably shouldn’t be allowed to drive.

Sarah watched Rook in the facility below her through the scope of her sniper rifle. She’d stolen it off a Peggie corpse when they’d gotten to Gardenview. They had meant to take the packing facility back from The Project the day they’d been across the street getting Boomer, but the silo they had blown at the pumpkin farm that same day had brought in way more reinforcements than they could handle so they’d decided to leave it. Thankfully the extra Peggies had finally cleared out so they’d decided that morning it was time to take the facility back.

Sarah had mixed feelings about liberating this outpost just as she had about the few others. Most of the outpost properties around the county were legally owned by the Seeds so she and Rook really had no right to take them. But the law had been practically thrown out the window and Rook, eager to prove herself and a hero to the people, though it was smartest to take them so they could limit the cult’s influence.

Rook and Sarah had both agreed that a silent approach would be best and with no silencer on any of their guns, they’d have to rely on the four throwing knives they had between each other and sneaking up on people. Sarah had opted to stay in cover and watch, she could guard Rook’s back better from afar and worst case shoot out the alarms before they could be triggered in case someone saw her. One by one Peggies dropped to the ground and Sarah felt a little guilty over the massive swell of pride she felt when she saw how well Rook was adapting to this new, chaotic world.

She perked up when Rook raised an arm, signaling for her to take out the sniper above while she grabbed the last man on the ground. Sarah swiveled her scope over to the man on top of the building and lined up the shot. She took a deep breath before letting it out and freezing, her finger resting on the trigger as she waited for the man to stop moving so much. Finally, he picked a spot and stood still for a moment just as her lungs were starting to scream and she squeezed the trigger.

A loud crack shot through the air, almost drowning out the sound of The Father’s voice pouring out of the speakers. The sniper dropped almost instantly to the ground. There was a cut-off scream that accompanied it followed by the sickening crunch of Rook snapping the shouting man’s neck and then it was over. They’d cleared the outpost.

Sarah took her time joining Rook in the packing facility, Boomer walked a few feet ahead of her looking around excitedly and she couldn’t help but smile. There was no sense of urgency now so she took a few moments to herself to admire the beauty of the world around her. Even in the middle of all this chaos and death, Hope County still managed to take her breath away with its beauty. It was in this peacefulness as she walked through the tall grass, breathing in the air of the forest and farmland and coming down from her slight adrenaline high, that Sarah was reminded of why she came here in the first place.

She’d grown up in a big city surrounded by endless apartments and office buildings and an infinite swirl of strangers. Ever since she could remember she’d longed to live in a small town where everyone knew everyone’s business just like she’d see in movies. Hope County, while a county, not a town, gave her that small town picture she’d craved since childhood.

Sarah finally reached Rook just as she was finishing up calling the members of the Resistance to come to Gardenview and set up shop so The Project couldn’t take it back. She swung an arm around her smaller partner and looked up at the big building with a sense of achievement. “I’m gonna look for goodies.” She announced and left Rook once again to search for an office where there might be something left behind by the Peggies they had just killed.

The office was locked, of course, but a note alerted her to where she could find the key she shook her head at the total idiocy of the previous owners. If you were going to go through all that trouble to lock the office to keep people out why would you leave a note basically telling everyone where the key was.

She had just grabbed the key from the small store beside the road and was walking back when her radio crackled to life and an all too familiar voice came to life over the static, “Hello Deputy.” Sarah stopped in her tracks and pulled the radio close to her face. The frequency he was on was private supposedly, only she and Rook used it, so how the hell had he figured that out.

“John.” She answered coldly as she backtracked to the market stall so as not to be overheard by any wandering civilians already at the packing facility. She didn’t want to cause a panic so soon after John had taken Rook for her baptism last week. His capture party had caught them by surprise and shot them both with bliss bullets. Sarah had woken up groggy and cold by the side of the road with Boomer’s head resting on her stomach. She’d been both terrified for Rook and seriously pissed off that John’s men had just left her on the road to freeze to death or get murdered by a wolverine.

“I want to offer you the same gift that I offered your partner: freedom from sin. I can save you.” He said, his voice as dramatic as ever.

Sarah didn’t bother holding back her annoyed groan. “You clearly didn’t care about saving me last week when you left me for dead on the side of the road.” She snapped back, she didn’t have much patience for all this atonement crap or for John Seed at the moment.

“My chosen were under orders to bring The Seal Breaker to me, not her hired gun and their dog. It was the will of The Father.” That made sense but Sarah was still pissed. “I have seen your sins, I wish to help you be free of them. I have already sent my chosen for you, don’t fight them. Come willingly and I won’t have to be quiet as harsh.” His last words were threatening and set the hair on the back of Sarah’s neck on end.

She gnawed at her lip for a minute before clipping her radio back to her belt and marching to where Rook was counting her bullets. “Is your radio on our frequency?” Sarah asked when she’d reached her friend.

“No, it’s still on the Resistance frequency. Why?” Rook asked curiously and Sarah was secretly more than a little glad that Rook hadn’t heard her conversation with John. She didn’t want to worry her partner any more than she already was, she didn’t need to know that John Seed was about to have not one, but two of Hope County’s deputies.

“A friend radioed me asking for some help so I’m going to go see what I can do. I’ll be back tomorrow evening at the latest I hope.” Ideally, she’d be back before the day was over but she was almost certain John wouldn’t be letting her go that quickly. “If you want another gun, maybe see if Armstrong can help you out, she’s one helluva shot.” Rook nodded at that and wished her luck before refocusing on her task.

Sarah knew she didn’t have a whole lot of time before John’s cultists found her so she quickly unlocked the building’s office and stuffed her sniper behind the desk, emptying everything important from her pockets into an empty filing cabinet. Once she was armed with only a combat knife and her pistol she locked the door behind her and started walking towards the road, making a quick detour to hide the key in the gutters of the market stall where hopefully no one would find them.

It wasn’t long before she heard the capture party’s loud voices. “There she is.” “Don’t kill her, use the bliss bullets.”

Sarah fought the instinct to run and instead raised her arms above her head and walked calmly towards the cultists. She bit back a scream as a bliss bullet lodged itself in her arm. “Fuck.” She grunted as the world started to spin and her vision sparkled. She let herself drop to the ground before she could lose consciousness and lay back on the warm pavement with her eyes to the sky until every faded to black.

Sarah’s entire body felt like it weighed a million tons but she was grateful for the considerably dulled ache in her head as the last time it had been excruciating. She struggled to open her eyes for a few minutes before finally, she was able to keep them open for more than a few seconds. Sluggishly she took in her surroundings, slightly surprised to find that she was leaned against a tree near a river in some kind of clearing. She had expected to be half drowned or tied down by now.

She tried to move forward, huffing as her arms, still so fucking heavy, inched forward incredibly slow. She let out a groan of frustration and slumped back against the tree.

“You’re awake.” Came a voice that was just a touch too excited for how Sarah was feeling right now and she turned her head to the find the owner of the voice. John Seed, The Baptist, was sitting in a chair near the water smiling at her. She had to squint against the sunlight pouring down on him. “I apologize for the bliss bullet, I expected you to put up a fight.”

Sarah shrugged in response, “You were gonna get me anyways.” She said, her voice groggy.

John grinned happily and stood, walking to stand in front of her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up. Once she was standing she cautiously looked around, taking in more now that she was almost fully awake. The little clearing she was in was decorated with a few white sheets of fabric tied between trees, a cool breeze blowing at them. She took a sharp breath at the beauty of the setting, it looked almost angelic, like something out of a fantasy novel. John’s eyes reflected his pride at her admiration of his space.

“Come, Deputy,” He beckoned and pulled her with him towards the water, his suffocatingly blue eyes never leaving her own. “Let me wash away your sins.”

Sarah wanted to shove him away. She knew she should curse at him and make a break for it, but she instead followed him as if pulled by some invisible string. They stepped into the water and she was oblivious to its cold bite. The warmth from the sunlight and John’s hands pushed away the cold until the water had reached her stomach and she gasped.

They stopped and she gave him a questioning look, if he wanted to he could drown her right now and from what Rook had told her of her own baptism he would easily succeed if it tried.

“I’m not going to kill you.” He gave her a disappointed look as if reading her mind and his grip on her hands tightened. “You have to trust me, let me cleanse you.”

A flare of childish defiance raced through her and Sarah pulled her hands from him and took a step back. She saw anger flash through John’s eyes for a second and the corners of her lips tugged in a tiny smirk. He took a step towards her and she stayed still this time. Even as one of his hands came up to cradle her face while the other wrapped firmly around her throat she stayed completely still, just watching. His warm breath fanned across her face as their eyes stayed locked and neither dared speak.

He wore a smile as he slowly pushed her down with the hand on her throat, Sarah giving in to the lingering heaviness of her limbs and letting him. She took a breath before her head was submerged, her eyes shutting on reflex against the water. When she blinked them open she locked with John’s through the rippling of the water and she watched as his mouth moved while he recited what was undoubtedly a prayer of salvation from the Book of Joseph. Rook had described her own experience as terrifying, but in the almost too bright sunlight, Sarah couldn’t help but find the situation almost calming.

John looked different from this angle. His face was a mask of serenity and focus, whatever other emotions may slip through were hidden from her by the water. He’d left his sunglasses behind and now a few chunks of hair flopped down adorably over his forehead. His only focus was on her. If she didn’t know who he was and all the terrible things he did Sarah might fall in love with him right there.

She had been baptized before at her mother and father’s urging and it had been nothing like this. It had been almost clinical, but this, this felt almost intimate. This felt like something she could never tell anyone, a delicious secret she would die before revealing.

Her lungs had begun to scream and her body took control. Both hands grappled at the wrist if the hand around her throat as John exerted more force to keep her down. Her legs kicked definitely as panic started to take over. Just before she went into full-blown fight or flight mode he pulled her up, his arms wrapping around her to support her as she coughed up what water she’d breathed in.

As she fought to catch her breath, she felt his lips move against her ear, his voice quiet and preaching. “May we stand in the light of God, and walk through his gates unto Eden.” He finished and pulled away, cupping her face, and she saw something that looked like awe in his gave. “Can you feel it? You’re one step closer to atonement.”

Sarah just stared at him, in shock at how gentle he was being. It was getting slightly unnerving and she found herself waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Soon you will confess every sin you have ever committed, no matter how small, and I will carve them from you and then you will know what it means to be free.” There it was, the threat of violence she’d been waiting for since she woke up. “But not now, not tonight. Tonight you will rest and tomorrow we will begin.” He was grinning ear to ear now and he grabbed her hand, pulling her with him back to the shore.

[nonbinaryshatterstar-ia]

most of this is about powers and also it's REALLY long

+ a lot of these came from this one post about side effects of mutations that i can’t find rn

alison blaire:

- she has seasonal affective disorder

- when she snaps she makes sparks

rogue:

- her skin is extremely sensitive

jeanne-marie beaubier

- she’s immune to altitude sickness

- she (also) has seasonal affective disorder

- her hearing is terrible

- her brain goes at a faster speed

- she makes sparks when she snaps (like dazzler)

(northstar’s is the exact same in the doc except the pronouns are changed)

billy kaplan:

- his handwriting is terrible

- he has adhd

- after powerful spells his throat will sometimes be sore

bobby drake:

- when he goes icey (i forgot the proper way of saying it, sue me) he sends out a wave of heat

-he has adhd

hank mccoy:

-he has to trim the hair on his whole body cause it all grows like regular head hair

jean grey:

- sometimes she’ll confuse thoughts with things that are said and accidentally reply to thoughts (she got a lot better with it when she got older, though)

julio richter:

- when he was younger he’d feel sick whenever there were earthquakes

- he can sense things underground

kate bishop:

- she likes to draw, mainly lucky

kitty pryde:

- when she’s in bed and gets that falling feeling she’ll phase through the bed

laura kinney:

- she gets overwhelmed at grocery stores because of all the smells

- she has tapetum lucidum

- she can only move her wrist if her claws are extended

- her skin is incredibly soft because she doesn’t have dead skin

(logan’s is the same + his brain goes funky when you put a magnet to his head)

lorna dane + magneto:

- they mess with radios when they stand too close to them

ororo munroe:

- she gives off kinda painful static shocks

scott summers:

- he sees everything in shades of red

- his optic blasts shoot slightly upwards without his visor

shatterstar (this is the longest one cause i think abt him a lot):

- his white eye glows in the dark 

- he has a great singing voice

- he’s blind in his white eye

- if he hasn’t fought something or done some sort of exercise in a while he’ll start walking backwards and forwards or walking in a kind of loop (this one was me projecting onto him)

- he imitates real people’s speech patterns as well as the speech patterns of characters in movies

- he’s really good with remembering names

- he’s really protective over his belongings, the only time he lets anyone borrow anything is when he lets rictor borrow his jacket because he’s cold

tabitha smith:

- she has tinnitus (this was also me projecting)

- she smells like smoke

wade wilson

- he has a pet axolotl

dont be shy share the hc doc

KQBSKSBA THE WHOLE THING?

[freddiehelliker]

Visual Thinking - Evaluation

At the beginning of this unit I did the initial research into the charity and the facts about hearing loss etc. to really get a feel for what this project was asking me to do within these posters and what I needed to achieve. At first I wasn’t too sure on what message I wanted my posters to say and what they were going to look like visually to draw the audience in. I did various research into things related to hearing loss and initially came across sound waves, glitches looking at Michael Bierut, sign language and raves/gigs. After extending my research visually and reading articles and developing a feel for hearing loss, I managed to get an interview with my friend who studies music at university, who has slight tinnitus and is prime target audience. After receiving his answers and asking him what he would want to see on a poster raising awareness for this, it really helped me inform and motivated my final message an visual idea. I decided I wanted to focus on gig/rave posters and try put a twist on them to raise awareness and show prevention of hearing loss in teens. After looking at visual research relating to this I knew I wanted my posters to be bright, eye catching and fun with an important message.

 I started to experiment with different illustrations of images I created on Illustrator that would relate to gig posters as well as hearing loss e.g. skulls and ears with ear plugs. I then went onto editing my own photography I had taken from previous festivals gigs to be used on the posters. My ideas definitely changed throughout, starting with the basics and then changing the compositions constantly of the posters. I played around with layout ideas where my type and images should be placed. In my original poster ideas, the posters were very busy and there was a lot of different devices on the poster but after having each tutorial I refined the posters so there was the right balance and the message and poster was clear.

I feel I managed my time fairly well in this project and it definitely helped having the tutorials to make sure I was doing everything on time or near to it. I started to gather a variety of research before starting, which definitely helped push me when starting the project properly when returning for the second term and helped to let me have time to have a broad range of research before starting the designing. From having this in depth research it helped me when coming to the designing part of the project.

 I responded to feedback quite well and took everything on board, as I made sure to correct any mistakes and to amend the layout and type when I was suggested to. The feedback really helped me to develop my ideas further and assured my designs to be the best they could be.

 I definitely need to explore type a lot more in the next unit. I usually spend a long time looking through types and choosing one but realise it wasn’t the best decision. I know I need to get a bank of sans serifs, serifs etc. to learn so when it comes to choosing a typeface I have a few I know immediately and can go to. I also think I need to work on my development and not just go with the first idea that comes to me and experiment more in this department.

 This unit has taught me a lot, one being how to use After Effects as I have never used it before so this is now a new skill I can develop. I still need a lot of practice, but I now have a rough idea of the basics on how they work. I have also learnt the importance of research and branching into different ideas, especially visuals.

 Overall, I am happy with how my three posters have turned out as at the start I had no idea what I was going to produce and if it would me the brief. On reflection, I would still of liked to play around with the headline font as I feel it’s not quite perfect yet as well as the animated poster on getting it to be more precise . Other than that I am happy with how the three posters look together and they all link due to the consistency within the colours, ears, headlines, etc. as well as reaching the target audience set.