#i wanna see more just. regular-ass lookin characters!

[peevishpants]

trying 2 draw the disco elysium cast and struggling so hard bc my natural instinct is to make them generic-hot but it would be a disservice to every character especially kim and harrier dubious and i need to fight it every step of the way

[hyenahunt]

Bankara Graffiti: We Who Never Learn - 3

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Kohaku, Hiyori, Tatsumi, Jun

Proofreading: Remy (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: The reason we jumped you just now was also 'cause we had to enact "getting the transfer student's cocky ass".

Kohaku: I see, I see. Alright, reckon I've 'bout gotten it all down now.

Hiyori: Really? Well, aren’t you clever, Kohaku-kun! What a good boy you are ♪

Kohaku: Lay off the hair pettin'. I may be small but I ain't a kid, y'know.

Hiyori: Aha, but the more you say you aren’t a child, the more you seem like one! Jun-kun was just like you when we first met —

Kohaku: This ain't quite the place to be waxin' poetic 'bout yer past. I mean, we're still in the middle of filmin', right?

Tatsumi: Indeed. From what I heard, there are around a dozen concealed cameras installed in this classroom alone.

Kohaku: Aw maaan, I don't wanna be in this kinda school.

It's a world away from the sort of thing I was expectin'... Plus I feel on edge bein' filmed the whole time. It's hard ta relax.

Hiyori: Well, isn't it for the best that we maintain this air of tension?

Since you're a beginner at this kind of work, Kohaku-kun, the pressure is sure to help you deliver a better performance.

Kohaku: 'S that right... Puttin' that aside, we just gotta earn as much MP as we can in this Bankara Academy, yeah?

Jun: Yep, you got it. Every now and then some kinda typical school life event's gonna crop up, and we gotta take part in 'em each time while acting as manly as possible.

By doing that, we'll earn Manliness Points — or MP.

Kohaku: Even if we get 'em, what're they good for?

Tatsumi: Every round, you'll earn cash or prizes in accordance to how much MP you have.

Haha, perhaps if I strike it rich, I'll treat everyone in ALKALOID to some souvenirs.

Jun: Oh, and MP decreases at set intervals, so if you don't keep earning 'em you'll get kicked out of school, got it~?

Kohaku: Aw maaan, I don't wanna be in a school with this kinda system~

Tatsumi: Haha. It's just like the system at ES, isn't it?

Kohaku: Can't argue with that... I presume it ain’t no laughin’ matter fer us nor you ALKALOID fellas, huh?

Tatsumi: Indeed. We'd certainly like an end to being at the mercy of numbers, wouldn't we, Crazy:B?

Kohaku: Hm. Speaking of which, how d'ya earn MP in the first place?

Tatsumi: Well, the manlier you act, the more you earn.

Incidentally, you can get a vague idea of what exactly counts as manly for these circumstances by reading the seventy-four volumes of the original Bankara Academy manga.

Kohaku: Wha — Bankara Academy's based on an original work!?

Tatsumi: Yes. It seems that the original manga was extremely popular, so its setting served as the inspiration for this Bankara Academy show.

Of course, the original serialisation ended a long time ago. At one point in time, its name was synonymous with delinquent manga — that's the level of fame it had.

Jun: Ah, and there’s even a spinoff series going on too, y'know? Or maybe it's more of a remake — it's a series called Haikara Academy, and it's set in a girls' high school.

Seems like the reason the Bankara Academy show got revived in the first place is 'cause that’s gotten so popular.

Kohaku: Hmm~... I had no idea, not that I really care fer that kinda thing.

Jun: Since you're so internet-savvy, Sakura-kun, I thought you'd be more into what kids these days usually like. You mean you're not a big fan of manga?

Kohaku: Well, it's not like I dislike it. I just don't wanna hafta deal with violence and bloodshed even when I’m lookin’ at fictional stuff, see.

But anyway, are we just here t' earn MP? What about normal classes or club activities? Ain't we gonna do any of that?

Jun: Ahh, I think some of the regular events we're gonna have to do'll be something along those lines~

Stuff like "run away from the disciplinary officer", or "break up a fight between the soccer and baseball clubs".

The reason we jumped you just now was also 'cause we had to enact "getting the transfer student's cocky ass".

Kohaku: Aw maaan, I don't wanna be in a school like this.

Hiyori: Well, it wouldn't be quite accurate to describe this as entirely staged, but it's not real, either, so you don't have to be on guard to this extent.

Just treat it as an attraction where you get to experience a delinquent manga, and have some fun ♪

Kohaku: But I don't wanna have that kinda experience... Honest to God I don't...

Well, I guess things’ll be okay. I'll be able to do all that proper school life stuff once I start attendin' a real high school, I reckon.

Tatsumi: Oh? In other words, do you mean everyone in Crazy:B will be returning to school?

I did hear from HiMERU-san while working together in COMP that he'd be returning to his studies as well.

Kohaku: Well, fer now it's gonna jus' be me an' Himeru-han.

Rinne-han's already a geezer gettin' on in his years, and I dunno if Niki-han even wants to go to school — since there's the issue of both his academic ability an' his constitution, right?

Anyhow, t'was with that in mind I took on this job, thinkin' it could be somethin' of a rehearsal fer it... but who'd have thought it'd actually be chock full of such no-brained nonsense.

Tatsumi: Haha. It seems to me that once you get used to it, you'll have more fun than you expect.

Jun: Right? Personally, I prefer this by a long shot to the usual pain-in-the-ass studying.

Kohaku: Don'cha go to school because you wanna study?

Hiyori: That may be true, but that's not all there is to them. And I believe that's precisely the aspect of this that our audience will want to see.

Kohaku: Philosophisin' away 'bout life, are ya? Well, I don't really get it, but alright.

After all, if any of us in Crazy:B make a mess outta anythin' again, that'll be the end of us even thinking 'bout going back to school...

So I'm gonna put my whole heart in an' give it my best shot.

Hiyori: That's the spirit! Go, go, Transfer Student-kun, you can do it... ♪

Jun: Ah, looks like we've got the next event on our hands~! There's the sound of bikes roaring outside the window — who knows, maybe some thugs from another school are gatecrashin' in to raid us!?

Kohaku: Aw maaan, this school's seriously the last place I ever wanna be!

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[praphit]

JL - The Snyder Cut: A Quarter Pounder With Cheese

Was it 2017 when The Regular Ass Justice League came to the big screen? Idk. I can't remember anything before COVID.

I thought that movie was... decent. It was somewhere between "ok" and "good"; that's not a knock against it. It's like a quarter pounder with cheese. You know??

- it's about 1pm at work, and you ain't had lunch yet. You'll annihilate

a QPWC, but you also can't say it's a gourmet burger from some fancy spot; they put love and time into their burgers. If you compare a QPWC to THAT... then you might call it somewhere between "shit" and "almost ok"; movie snobs said things like that.

I wasn't like the snobs. I was like - "QPWC". But, in the defense of the snobs, it's hard not to compare the reg ass JC to a gourmet burger like The Avengers:

A team is assembled, there's a destroyer of worlds lurking about, there are magical alien objects to collect, there's a part in this new version that has a similar battle axe scene to Thor/Thanos, there's a character who at times can be a bit sexualized - and I'm not talking about Wonder Woman. I'm talking about

Aquadude.

"Wait, are we about to eat? I better pop this shirt off. I don't wanna get food on it."

"Wait, are we about to watch Tv? I better pop this shirt off, so the couch doesn't wrinkle it."

Zack Snyder came along and said "Quarter Pounder With Cheese?! Well, yeah, but that wasn't on me at all. Y'all need to see MY vision! MY burger would have been glorious!"

So, here we are... kinda like a second date, when the first one was 'ok', but not quite "the one". DC was like "That date, we were rushing things and may have gotten a lil handsy. We were copying moves we saw in other films and it was awkward. And something was up with our face that night.

BUT, this time, will be different!"

Let's talk about what's different:

#1 - The Flash

We get a lil more back story with him, but in the process an awesome scene where he saves some black woman with his lightning speed (so fast that everything is slow). I loved this!

The black woman whom he saves, I can only assume is Iris. I'm not a super comic geek, but I've seen the Tv Series (hence my assumption).

Flash is apparently all about black women. Maybe I should go back and read some of his comics. Perhaps he ONLY saves black women; pretty, young, single black women :)

He had better be careful with his hands as he saves them, with things all slow. I was watching him when he saved Iris.

Sometimes, you might have to feel some one up in the process f saving their life, you know?? I don't know, but Flash does :)

I'm just saying... my man might get hashtagged, if he's not careful.

#2 - Darkseid

He is the thing of nightmares and it's perfect! He is everything that I wanted Apocalypse in that awful X-Men movie to be.

A villain as powerful as Darkseid should look menacing.

Not like this -

But, like THIS.

YES!

He looks like he has been possessed by several spirits, and all of these spirits are high on meth and voodoo.

#3 (now this was unfortunate) Lex and The Joker make an appearance.

(Joker here lookin like he just got finished eating ribs. What the hell is going on with his mouth?)

Ugh.

We told y'all that these two were bad. Real, real BAD! It's like me saying that the cologne you were on our last date smelled like expired sauerkraut juice, please don't wear that on this next date. YET, here it is... stankin up the joint!

Some may say, but Joker revealed some things that could be interesting for Batman, moving forward... Spoiler Alert - in the future, Batman bleeps up! That's not much of a revelation. Batman is always screwing up. Just look at Arkham - full of his screw ups.

But, that's a story for another day (a day that hopefully, will NOT include actors Jared and Jesse).

#4 - Martian Manhunter.

He looks smoove. I don't know much about him. I've seen him in some cartoons. I imagine that someone who knows nothing at all about this universe would have been totally confused. But, regardless, he looked great! I hope we'll see him in the future. Why is the second part of his name "manhunter" though? First order of business, if he joins the team, is to change his name. Though perhaps all martians have names like that:

"Martian Boozehound", "Martian Cock Blocker", "Martian Narcissist". Maybe they'll all join one day.

The Martian didn't really move the plot though. He was just there to be kinda "look-at-me".

Think being on this second date, and at dinner, the person randomly starts juggling. You're like "That's really cool, but can we get back to the meal."

#5 - Steppenwolf!

YES! YES! and more YES! There's no way anyone can hate on his new look.

We also get some backstory as to why he's doing what he's doing. Before I thought he was simply being mean because his name is "Steppenwolf" A name like that demands that he be bullied. But, here, we find that he has pretty much been canceled.   I don't know what he did or tweeted, but Darkseid wasn't having it. Now, he's gotta do everything he can to get back into the fold; popping up random places and doing what he must to be redeemed - kinda like Louis C.K.

#6 - A lil more attention to the characters

a) Alfred being a gadget wiz.

b) Wonder Woman reminding us how amazing she is. Where was this woman in her sequel? THIS WW, I’d follow to hell and back.

c) Aquadude had some more scenes for build up as well.

Unfortunately, this woman was a part of it. 

She's not bad at acting, she's just a bad person (look her up if you don't know what I'm talking about).

d) Batman though --- it's not that I don't like Affleck in there. His Batman just looks so old, slow, and tired. There are some more chemistry/slightly flirtatious scenes with him and WW, and I'm like "Dude, there's no way that you have the energy for that action." :)

e) Cyborg though (Ray Fisher)-

He's the star of this cut! Before he was just the angry black guy. In this one... next to Superman, I'd say he was the most key to their victory.

As far as this second date:

It looks way better. There's a lil more story added. It's dark and depressing, but that's just how DC and Snyder roll.. This is probably why we don't see Shazam; he's way too peppy for the group.

Seriously wowed by the effects. I couldn't sit through 4 hours straight, but when I broke it up, I really enjoyed it!

However, it's still the same movie. You know?? The same failings are there from the first. It makes me think more of what could have been.

What if they had treated Ray Fisher better (look it up, if you don't know)?

What if they had taken their time to build up to this movie like Marvel did with The Avengers?

What if Batman and The Joker didn’t go through a identity crisis every few years?

Amy Adams is in this movie! She's one of the best actors around, today! I keep forgetting that she's in it, because they wasted her talents.

It's like our date got buff, dressed up this time, took us out for a nicer LONGER time, but they still rushed and were handsy, they were still a lil too dark 

(dating tips, kids: save your stories about your messed up childhoods for at least date #3), and they were still wearing that damned sauerkraut cologne.

Once again, good stuff, when not compared to a gourmet meal. More like a fancy McDonalds, serving us a quarter pound STEAK with cheese.

Grade: B-

[axemetaphor]

Hey, I'm that guy from ao3. I was wondering, do you have a specific place you get inspo for monsters in Auckland? I'm making a DnD campain in the J&D world, aaand I kinda need help haha. Yours are like perfect <3 (Also, if you wanna join us, you can, we haven't even had our zero session and we're not playing actual DnD, I don't know how to play that, so it's ok if you don't know that, it's super easy and fun i swear, you can get a link to our discord, love you)

:0 oh shit hi !! a jdate DnD game sounds cool as fuck! im really bad at games like that tho so im gonna politely pass on that one but wish y'all the best of luck!!! 

as for making monsters my inspo is Kind Of Weird? i mean i look at a lotta horror art for sure (my favourite artist atm is Trevor Henderson aka slimyswampghost on most medias, u may know him as That Guy Who Made Sirenhead but he has a lot of other fantastic art as well!), but since i dont wanna feel like im rippin other people off i actually Dont often use that as inspo! aaaand heres where its gonna get a bit weird

aside from the times i pluck a creature from my nightmares (and boy, do i have a lotta material to work with there), i usually either look into folklore (bein mindful of closed cultures like, i believe most Native American monsters are off-limits for non-Natives to write; im white as hell so i try to stick to british/irish/more recent american shit) or... i look to this one game i played Obsessively when i was in elementary/middle school: Spore (which you can find on Steam i think or their hilariously hasn't-been-updated-in-a-WHILE website). I literally played it so much I can just kind of... imagine the whole creature-creator process. I think it’s a curse. I think Todd Howard cursed me for the crime of Having No Friends.

Now, if you dont wanna download a probably-poorly-aged EA game from 2007 (i dont even know if it’d run anymore if you Just Now bought it, i remember the security measures that thing had damn near broke the game before i could even play it, thanks EA) and play through the first two stages (theyre Long) to unlock the creature creator and all the Bits for it, you can either watch people play that shit on YouTube (Monster Factory is a favourite of mine, they did I Think a 3-video run of Spore) or, 

You can also do somethin that I once did as an assignment for Character Design class: go to a random animal generator, let it spit out 2-3 animals (or as many as you like, i guess, but i find 2-3 to be a Manageable number) and mash those motherfuckers together! Hell, you can even start to mix in stuff like objects/minerals/whatever the fuck too. Make something that’s a dog, hammerhead shark, and the concept of entropy. Go nuts! Here’s an example, some shit I made for that class (which mayyyyyy appear in Auckland...... perhaps. if i feel like it) :

They can range from “cute” to “nightmarish” as you please! Fun fact, that spider/shark/scorpion is meant to be the size of a house. I honestly come up with a lot of messed up shit by just asking myself "What's the worst thing I can think of right now?" and then I just Go For It with whatever my brain's thrown at me. I did that with Nightmare E.T. and the fucked-up ostriches. 'Scary' is often a sort of personal thing for people, like phobias and shit, you know? Lookin inward can be pretty helpful there. Not like you have to make something of your phobias, just maybe run with something that disturbs you a little. If you press yourself for why it bothers you sometimes you can find something deeper and maybe more universal in it. I'm not talking about unearthing trauma or anything tho that likely Wouldn't Be Healthy just like... if you think spiders are creepy, ask yourself Why: is it the eyes? the legs? the venom? the way they just kinda creep up on you, like, you dont notice em til you see them? etc.

As for the monsters in Auckland while most of them aren’t gonna be references (maybe a few more in future chapters...) I will admit the “morning wood monster” is a reference to the Pokémon Trevenant; the "most fucked-up dog [Dave had] ever seen" was a creature from The Moomins just described as horribly as possible--I can't find it on the wiki anymore??? it was from the 2d animated one, though; the Shitsucker is a regular ol’ Wraith (following a specific mythos where they aren’t just Random Ghosts but beings that feed off negative emotional energy, I can't re-find which one I'm sorry lmao); and the haunted ship thing at the beginning is a vague reference to the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on that big ass boat. Isn't directly tied to it (obviously, 'cause Buzzfeed Unsolved never has much Actual Ghost Activity, let alone one Throwin Shit At Em jhgfds), more just inspired by it.

Maybe when the thing is done, I’ll sort them all into one of three categories--references to stuff/folklore, things i had nightmares about, and things i just kind of thought up. Make a post on here about it, idk

wow! this was fuckin long. i hope at least some of that is helpful!! also im adding this here cause i just remembered some people use Spore to sculpt like?? beautiful monsters and shit?? like i Know i watched a “speedrun” of someone creating a beautiful ass dragon in it. there’s probably a whole community of people out there making epic and/or fucked up shit and you could watch them build it or just scroll through thumbnails for inspo, but i do feel like Building Stuff Yourself is best, cause it just kind of Feels Nice to make something yourself and go “hey man, look how fucked up this is ! scary, right?” and get that Success Feeling when the other guy recoils and goes "yeah man what the fuck though"

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 50)

Beaver Hollow

On the move once again. Dude... 50 chapters!! 😮 Thanks to everyone who’s stuck with me!

Tagging @emily-strange ❤

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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Much to my disdain, I was bedridden. The burns on my leg were placed as such that bending my leg and doing any more than hobbling outside to pee (a nightmare task) was out of the question. They were also extremely painful, but I tried not to go on about it, I did my best to ignore it and pretend it wasn't the case. Susan was on at me constantly to rest it, telling me I would only make the healing process worse if I kept bursting blisters and tearing fragile skin as it tried to heal back. She was right, obviously, but I hated not doing anything. 

There were only so many chores I could do from the bed, mostly sewing, and after two days of that, nobody had anything that needed repairing. I'd started taking commissions of sorts; in other words, I made people bring me things to draw for them. They'd get a drawing, and I'd get half an hour or so of entertainment, it was a pretty good deal. I drew Javier's hat, Strauss' spare spectacles, Arthur's boots, a ladle that Pearson gave to me and then later apparently went mad trying to find, and a flower that Tilly picked. 

Jack was my most eager customer, though. He kept on bringing me things, cool looking rocks, a 'snake' he'd made out of compacted mud on a plate (I had to ask him what I was looking at, momentarily concerned he'd brought me a gift from Cain), and a small wooden horse that apparently Sean had carved for him once upon a time. I drew them all, even the more questionable items, because he smiled like a little angel every time I handed him a finished drawing. It was definitely a welcome distraction from the discomfort I was near-constantly in.

I was finishing up a drawing of a character from one of his books when Abigail came in. 

"I thought I'd find him in here," she smiled when she entered, "he ain't bothering you, is he?" 

"Of course not! I love having him around," I grinned, "he's a good boy, ain't you?" 

Jack gave me a toothy smile and nodded. 

"As long as he's behaving himself," Abigail chuckled, then took a seat on the edge of the bed by my feet. "But I, uh, I'd like a word, if that's okay?"

"With me?" My brows raised a little, and she nodded. "Sure, I ain't going anywhere soon," I snorted.

"Alright Jack, why don't you go see if Susan can find you a little job to help her with, hm?"

"I don't like doing jobs," he sulked, fiddling with the corner of the page of the sketchbook on my lap. 

"Nobody does, but I need you to keep on being a good boy, come on," she breathed, putting her hand on the top of his head and directing him towards the door. "You can come back later, okay?" 

"Okay," he grumbled, though did as he was told. 

"I love you," Abigail called after him with a certain look in her eye. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched him leave.

"Everything okay?" I asked. It took her a moment to look at me again. 

"Sure. Arthur and Sadie are looking into how they can break John out today."

My heart thudded. "They are?"

"He never told you?"

"He said he had things to do today, didn't go into much detail. What're they doing?" I asked, mildly concerned. 

"I ain't sure. They promised me they'd get him back, Sadie said she had an idea to check things out over at Sisika. They ain't breaking him out just yet, but they're doing a hell of a lot more than Dutch is," she released a sigh and shook her head. 

"John will be back soon. You ain't gotta worry with Sadie and Arthur working on it," I reassured her. 

"I know, just feels like so long since..." she trailed off a little glumly, her head bowed and her eyes landed on my bandaged leg. "I'm sorry, how're you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Susan changed the dressing this morning and so far so good. Now that it's had a little time to calm down it don't look too bad," I explained and she nodded slowly. "Still hurts, but not like the first night."

"That was real scary," she closed her eyes momentarily, then opened them to look at me with a crinkled brow. "We have to move soon. Everyone's started packing up, we just gotta sort a new camp. That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming with us? I heard Dutch saying something about sending you off to someplace else while your leg heals."

"He was talking out'a where the sun don't shine. It was discussed, but I ain't leaving unless Arthur's coming with me. I don't think Dutch'd be too happy about that, though."

"Well I thought you should know Micah's been whispering in his ear," she muttered rolling his eyes, "he don't like to see weakness in the gang. Said we don't need to be carrying around another invalid." 

"Invalid? Soon as I'm out of this bed I'll be back to normal, I don't wanna be lying around on my ass all day!" 

"I told him where he can shove his opinion, and Arthur would never let the gang cut you loose. And like you said, Dutch don't wanna lose Arthur. You ain't going anywhere. Unless– what was Arthur going on about, you and him getting away together?" She cocked a brow a little.

"When?" I frowned.

"When you got burned, he was saying all these things–"

"You heard that? Right. I know he was," I cut her off, turning my eyes to the ceiling, I hadn't even realised that Abigail was around then, "he was just worried and stressed, we ain't leaving any time soon." 

"You don't sound very happy about that."

"Of course I ain't. I wanted to be long gone before Arthur even ended up in Guarma! But that don't mean I'm gonna make him leave. I know the timing ain't right." 

"But you do want to leave with him?"

"Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes. "Before I lose him." 

"You never mentioned this before," she noted. 

"It hurt to talk about, while he was gone," I admitted. 

"Well, I bet you're relieved, at least. Now you've got your boy back in your sight?" She mused. I nodded firmly.

"Real relieved. I'm so thankful… he was so lucky, I was lucky. I really was starting to lose it for a while."

"Well, maybe now the timing ain't right for you pair to go off and start a life together, but it will be one day. For now, I get it. Lord knows I don't wanna be here forever. Maybe when John gets out we can… I don't know. I just want us three to be a family."

"You will be, Abigail," I reached over and patted her knee. 

"If Arthur knows what's good for him," she looked up suddenly, "he'll leave all this behind too. There's been too many close calls and Dutch has been... well, he don't seem to care too much about John being behind bars, or marching towards the gallows. Once upon a time he'd be racing to do something about it."

"You think he's changed?"

"I don't know," she frowned deeply, "I love Dutch, I do, but I'm just frustrated. And a little scared, too. Hosea used to always be at his side and I trusted him to steer his judgement just enough to– sometimes Dutch's ideas are a little theatrical. I don't doubt they'd probably work but Hosea kept Dutch's feet on the ground. It was better for us all that way. I don't know how to say it, I guess."

"He provided wisdom and rationale while Dutch provided passion and charisma," I murmured, "that was always the impression I got."

"Yeah, I guess that's it," she sighed heavily. "Maybe if Hosea was still here, he'd be convincing Dutch to help with getting John back."

"I'm really sorry, Abigail. You must miss him."

"I don't like admitting it, but I do. Jack needs his father and I need–" she stopped, then realised something. "Oh, did you mean Hosea?"

"I did. But you can say whatever you need to."

"I'm just… I'm ready to have him back now. I don't like all this," she sighed, the corners of her mouth turning down and twitching. 

"No, I know. Ain't gonna be for long, I'm sure," I told her softly. 

"Hey, if you're lookin' for something else to draw in that book of yours, draw John's dumb face for me, won't you?" She smiled a little and I chuckled. 

"Sure, I'll try," I beamed at her. 

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Arthur had come back from scoping out Sisika, full of reassurance for Abigail that they'd seen John and he was alive and well, working the fields. He hadn't mentioned it to Dutch, he told me, there was a strange air about him when he spoke about what he and Sadie had done. He never spoke at his regular volume, looked edgy, like a child plotting something he knew he shouldn't be doing. I couldn't quite believe that Dutch would have something negative to say about them going off to save one of our own. But then again, his behaviour had been particularly odd lately. 

Arthur had collapsed into sleep not long after telling me tales of hot air balloons and O'Driscolls, stories that sounded like they should be written in a story book and not coming from the experience of the man I loved. It terrified me. He'd scoped out the prison in a damn hot air balloon. He'd flown. I wanted to cry, even if Arthur acted like it was all in a day's work, and even if he spent more time describing the view of the world from miles up in the air, than he did the feeling of coming crashing back down. This was going to get him killed, I'd said, why aren't you telling Dutch and putting a team together? But he was sleeping. His head nestled into my chest and his body half laying on mine, on my good side, careful not to disturb my injured leg. I let him get his rest. 

It wasn't long before we were on the move again. It was the next afternoon that Arthur left with Charles to sort out our new home. Murfree Brood territory, up in Roanoke, apparently. I remembered the gang's hesitance to head up there after the bank job, it turned out we just needed to work up our nerve by dealing with the Night Folk in the bayou before moving onto the even sicker, even more brutal folk up on the Ridge. We'd only had one minor incident in the bayou. Lenny had encountered a couple of Night Folk skulking around a little way away from Lakay, right on the edge of our camp. They hadn't harmed him, hadn't even tried to. It seemed as though they were just checking the place out, but Lenny threatened them, we upped security, and we didn't see them again.

Miss Grimshaw came into the room I'd resided in since the night of the shoot out, flanked by Micah and Bill.

"How's that leg feelin'?" She asked as the men hung back. Bill stood awkwardly in the doorway while Micah strolled in, leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms, watching me from across the room. I was a little surprised to suddenly have them all there. 

"It's fine, I've been keeping still just like you told me to," I told her, glancing at the men before looking back at Susan. 

"Well, now I have to retract that order, we're moving. I roped these strapping fellers in to help you out onto the wagon we've got waiting for you outside," she said, glancing over her shoulder at them briefly, "you reckon you can move?"

"I don't have much of a choice," I laughed a little anxiously, "but I'll be glad to see something other than this room." 

"Alright then, you ready to move now? We don't got much time," Susan was a little short with me and sounded stressed. I didn't blame her. Moving was never a fun task. I nodded, and she nodded back, turning to leave briskly.

"Very well, be careful with her, boys. Make sure she doesn't bend that leg too much."

Micah and Bill approached me and I sat up, moving to scoot to the edge of the bed while keeping my bad leg outstretched. Micah let out an audible sigh and I kept my eyes firmly on the floor as they surrounded me, reaching for me a number of times without actually lifting me, trying to figure out how to approach it. 

"What if I lift her legs and you carry her by her arms?" Bill suggested. 

"Why don't we roll her up in a carpet while we're at it? She ain't a corpse just yet, Williamson," Micah hissed. 

"Well, I don't know! I never volunteered for this."

"Neither did I!"

"I'd walk if I could! I don't wanna be a burden, you know," I snapped at them.

"How do you want it, ma'am? Want me to carry you bridal style while Bill tosses rose petals?" Micah suggested, bending his knees to come down to my level condescendingly.

"Just lower me onto my stomach and I'll drag myself if it's too much of a hassle just to put my arms over your shoulders and walk me out there," I deadpanned. 

There was a pause, then Bill moved forward, taking my arm and hooking it around his shoulders. We both looked at Micah expectantly, and after making us wait for a few seconds, he did the same. They lifted me up and carried me out of the building, the camp was filled with people bustling about loading our things up onto the wagons, one wagon was waiting for me with a blanket draped on the bottom, a nice little spot to sit. I pressed my lips together as the blood rushed down my legs, the first time I'd stood upright since it happened, the area feeling full and tense and sore. I kept my foot lifted, trying my hardest not to move my leg too much and pull on the delicate, healing wounds.

We reached the wagon and Bill and Micah turned me, easing me up onto the back of it, sitting me down on the edge. I gasped as I bent my leg too far, and Bill caught it in his hands, lifting it up for me as I shuffled back with my arms and my good leg. By the time I was settled I was breathless, despite barely moving with my own strength.

"Thank you," I breathed, and Bill waved a hand dismissively.

"You alright?" He asked in that gruff voice of his.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I nodded. 

"You just take it easy there, don't want you straining yourself," Micah said, though the sneer with which he spoke told me he wasn't being kind. I hummed my acknowledgement but otherwise didn't respond. The two men turned and left me there, and I heard Micah muttering something about dumping me in a hotel somewhere instead of carting me around, to which Bill grumbled at him to give it a rest. 

It did make me wonder how the gang would behave if Micah found himself in a position of needing to be cared for. If he was put to bed rest for a week or two, and we had to wait on him until he was better. Would anyone complain as much as him about the weak links in the gang? I'd heard the way Micah spoke about the likes of Reverend Swanson or Uncle, and even the women, about how they didn't contribute enough and were dead weights. He didn't seem to hold much compassion, if any. But who would complain if it was him in need? Probably no one. Everyone else just got on with things, did what needed doing, helped who needed helping. I wondered how Micah would feel in that situation. Guilty? Unlikely. 

With a sigh I leaned my head back against the edge of the wagon and closed my eyes, waiting for everyone to finish packing away our things, feeling useless the entire time. I didn't enjoy being immobile. Sure, I could probably force myself to stand and do things, but I knew that it would hurt and Susan would be on my case quicker than vultures on a corpse.

It was times like these that I realised how much I needed work to ground me. How much I relied on it to give my life structure and purpose, to give me focus. Without it, or with the limited amount I was doing, the days dragged on and gave me too much time alone with my thoughts. And these days my thoughts weren't always friendly, especially when Arthur wasn't with me. When he was out working I had a constant seed of anxiety in the back of my mind, growing and sprouting into every corner of myself, building and building until he walked back into view, and the worry subsided. I'd felt it when he was out scoping Sisika. I felt it when he was clearing the new camp with Charles… worse, in fact.

My stomach churned steadily, heart thumping, just hanging around and waiting was making me feel nervous. I didn't really know what I was nervous for, I guess it was just the impatience to get on the road again, because the sooner we were on our way, the sooner I'd be with Arthur and I could see he was okay. 

-

The journey to Beaver Hollow, our new camp, was bumpy and warm and humid… and awful. My backside was numb from the hard wood of the wagon, every rut in the road jostled my leg; at first it was okay, but the longer it went on the more it began to hurt and soon the pain was intense and my discomfort manifested itself in my stomach as the worst nausea I'd felt in a long time. I laid back against the side of the wagon with my head tilted up to the sky, breathing slowly and deeply, trying so hard not to let my sickness get the better of me. 

"You okay there sweetheart? You're lookin' a little rough," Abigail, who was sitting up on the seat of the wagon above me, called down over her shoulder. I shook my head. "Is it your leg? How is it, Miss Grimshaw's been checking it, ain't she?"

"Don't make me talk, I'll be sick," I said as gingerly as I could. I heard some murmuring from above, then the wagon shook with a thump as someone jumped down from above. I opened my eyes to see Lenny rummaging in the storage next to me, the clatter of metal meeting my ears. Then I was presented with a bowl. One we prepared food in! I wrinkled my nose and kept all my focus on not puking into it.

"You want me to sit with you?" He asked me, and I gave him a look that I hoped he would read as me leaving the option up to him. He didn't have to sit with someone on the verge of purging their stomach contents, but I wouldn't mind the distraction some company would provide.

Lenny sat down next to me, leaning against the opposite side of the wagon so we faced each other. 

"We're gonna be there soon, I promise, hang tight," he said to me, crossing his arms over his chest and watching me swallow thickly, the flood of excess saliva in my mouth. "You ever been up near Beaver Hollow?" He asked me.

I nodded minutely. 

"Sorry, right, I won't make you talk," he gave a small chuckle. "I heard some bad things about this place. But I think we'll be fine. A bunch like us? No one'll come poking around." 

I swallowed again, took a shaky, slow breath. 

"Hey, did Arthur ever tell you about the time he and I went drinking together?" He began, a toothy smile appearing on his face. I shook my head. "Let me tell you. Maybe it'll make you feel better," he said.

Lenny chuckled quietly, then glanced out the back of the wagon at the one following us, with Micah and Dutch on it. 

"Was when Micah went and got himself locked up in Strawberry. Arthur took me into Valentine for a few drinks, just to ease up a little, you know? All the worst nights start out with a quiet drink," he laughed, shaking his head. "Well, I don't remember a whole lot, we just kept on doing shots. One after the other. God knows how much we drank…"

I quirked a brow at him, trying to imagine him and Arthur drinking themselves half to death. I just couldn't picture it, especially not Lenny. He seemed like such a good kid! Perhaps Arthur had just been a bad influence… 

"I remember doin' the can-can in the middle of the saloon. I remember slapping Arthur in the face over and over, and that's about it… we woke up in a jail cell! I don't really know what we did to get there," he snorted. "Probably just being a pair of complete morons."

"How'd you get out?" I asked.

"They just let us go, I guess the sheriff saw the funny side," he grinned. "I ain't ever thrown up quite as much as I did in the aftermath of that, though– sorry, maybe I won't mention that."

I laughed just a little, careful not to jostle my stomach too much.

"We ain't been out drinking since, feel like I'm still getting over it," he snorted. I smiled, it was easier not to lose my breakfast while he was talking to me. 

"Tell me another story," I pleaded.

"Hmm, let me think for a second," he murmured. "I know. This was when we was out west, before Blackwater–"

Lenny talked the whole way, distracting me from my sickness. He told me stories about the gang from before I joined, and before everything started going so spectacularly wrong. It was nice, even if it did make me sad to think of all those the gang had lost since then, some I knew, others I didn't. He seemed particularly distant when he mentioned a girl called Jenny, who'd passed during the ferry job. I still didn't quite know what went on that day, but it seemed to be one major hit in a series of many the gang had taken in recent times. 

-

Charles met up with us on the way, leading us the rest of the way to Beaver Hollow. The caravan rolled into the new area, a clearing between the trees and the large cave that had apparently been used by the Murfree Brood before us. Arthur and Charles had cleared it for us, and it terrified me to think that Arthur had been up against that sick, deranged group of bastards. They seemed to have managed it though, and the place was cleared and ready for us to set up. Arthur was nowhere to be seen, however, but Charles approached me before I could get myself too twisted in a knot with concern. 

"There was a girl locked up in the cave. Arthur's taking her back home, he'll be back later," he told me, offering his arm out, hinting for me to scoot forwards towards the open edge of the wagon. I gingerly did just that, keeping my leg straight. 

"A girl? Is she okay?" I queried, and Charles frowned a little as he took my hand, guided it around his shoulders and lifted me onto my good foot. 

"Physically, I think so. She was real shook up, though. That place was a mess down there, in the cave," he told me quietly, depositing me down on a chair he'd retrieved for me. I thanked him for his assistance as he let me go. "How're you feeling?"

"Sick," I said truthfully. "Was all I could do not to hurl on the way up here," I chuckled weakly. His frown deepened. 

"Have your wounds been checked recently?" He asked me, looking to me for permission before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead.

"This morning," I nodded, "there's no sign of infection. I think it was just the journey, it hurt from all of the bumps in the road."

"Okay. I'll see if I can find something to help you once we're all set up," he patted me on the shoulder. 

"Thanks, Charles," I smiled. He went off to help everyone unload the wagons. 

I had to sit and watch everyone buzzing around setting up tents, making the place into something that resembled a home. As much as I wished to be able to help, I was glad that everyone was too busy to pay attention to me when I – as quietly as I could – finally lost my battle with nausea on the ground beside my chair on the outskirts of the camp. I almost immediately felt better, though it wasn't fun having to sit next to it until someone could come and help me move away. At least I didn't do it in the wagon, I thought. 

[claraeuterpebaudry]

A Playlist for a Friend: The Ashley’s 

( @ashlee-inperfection @ashleigh-inyourdreams @ashle-intheknow @ashley-incharge )

Bitch - Meredish Brooks

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed

For this playlist, I tried to get a mix of the 90′s/early 2000′s and more modern songs because Recess aired during that time, and then these ladies have been given a contemporary spin on them, which I’ve adored following. So, of course, this iconic song must be added because it’s just listing off all the things a woman is and can be. All of these girls are complex individuals in and outside of their friendships. They all have their differing personalities that have all meshed together between one another to form this strong bond. Each one showcases that a girl can have a complex character and story! 

Countin’ Up - Rico Nasty 

When I walk up in the mall, they be turnin' and lookin' No race, I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin' In the stew, I'm like a chef, they like, "Rico, what you cookin'?" Probably one of these bitches' heads, I'm better than all the rest

Not only does the content of this song apply to these gals, but the style also falls into a mix of the new and old. It’s just about her talking about how great she is lol. And good on her! Why can’t women sing and create about the things they have and the things they have accomplished? Men do it all the time to compensate. Women can do it just as easily. So that’s why I included it in for their playlist, I don’t think these girls are very shy about showing off their accomplishments, and especially not to one another! Which is great, we love women supporting women and uplifting one another. 

No Scrubs - TLC

Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak And I know that he cannot approach me 'Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass 

I feel like this song speaks for itself lmao. They literally have a tier list of the kids in school and have a standard for the kind of people that they associate themselves with. No Scrubs, thanks! 

Smile - Maisie Peters 

Did I, did I, did I finish? They are my girls, and it's us who's deciding It's our door, did we say you're invited? Leave your name and we'll call if we like it

A song about shedding all the politeness that’s expected from girls and just embodying the power that she creates for herself. I think this is a very Ashley song since, to them, they run the show. No one else has control of the steering wheel besides the four of them. And they don’t really care if they’re nice about it, obviously. They don’t exactly default to Nice and Polite. Which I love, I love that they are mean and they do burn bridges and run the place with a heel on everyone’s throat. 

Lights Out - Danity Kane

Turn off my lights And see if you wanna get into my dark side You ain't never, ever Had a nothing better

Personally, I think this is the one of the most underrated girl groups and it’s such a shame because they have some great songs. Like this one, aah!! It’s a little raunchy, I’m sorry, but I’m going to interpret it for it being about the duality of someone lol. All of these girls are different! Obviously! Ashley is super harsh with a silver tongue, but she’s also sort of soft around Roo and, of course, her girls. I don’t know how she will be to her baby, but I’m excited to see!! Then we have Ashleigh who the lyrics can have a more literal meaning for, talking about having a dark side when the lights go out. Literally haunting people’s dreams as opposed to what she presents to be in regular life. Ashlee is different since she isn’t like the other Ashley’s, she is not necessarily going to bully people just for the fun of it. Ashlé has her different side of having the gossip blog and stirring up drama with it, even if that means having to talk about her friends, too. (And yes, maybe I do imagine her at her computer with the lights out looking at all the mail roll in like an internet troll lol, but she does it with poise and in good taste). 

I Owe You Nothing  - Seniabo Sey

I don't have to walk for you I don't have to talk to you See, I'm not on display Never was, never will ever be for you

Again, a song about how women don’t have to be a certain type of way in order to simply exist. They can just be who they are and that is enough. And I think that, to one another, they are a reminder of that fact. To have surrounded themselves with these girls and to have that support group for one another but to also have three other complex, intelligent, and capable individuals that they can look at to see that women are great! There shouldn’t be any shame in being one just because society has given them those standards. 

You Gotta Be - Des’ree

Time asks no questions, it goes on without you Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace The world keeps on spinning You can't stop it, if you try to

Another iconic song, and this one is about finding yourself. All these chickies have graduated and are about to get out of the world of Swynlake Secondary and into the bigger one beyond it. They’re growing up! Time is coming for them, I mean Ashley is going to be a mother pretty soon!! I don’t know what the future holds for the four of them, but they’re going to be figuring it out! Hopefully together, because I love reading all of their interactions, but who knows! The world of university and adulthood could give them a different outlook on their lives....or they could just become adult versions of their high school selves without changing at all! 

Promise - MUNA

Mean-hearted girls will kill their loves to hurt themselves They can’t believe that they deserve anything else And even if you said you know that I’m sorry I don’t know if I could ever forgive me 

I know a lot of the songs on this album are more positive and me praising them, but I also thought this song was good to throw in because they have caused pain and humiliation to others through their actions. Which, as characters, I really admire because we love a good antagonist. Love the drama, intrigue, conflict. This song is about causing harm and not being able to stop for one reason or another, which I think can be applied to all of them since they do cause damage to others. 

Do It - Spice Girls

Come on and do it It's time to free what's in your soul You've got to get it right, this time Come on, freak and lose control

Of course we had to include the Spice Girls, I feel like it would be blasphemous to not. It’s just about sticking it to the man and Doing It! I think that’s a lot of what the Ashley’s are about. They don’t pay attention to the rules and instead write their own. They held their very own prom because they didn’t like the schools prom, like that’s just iconic behavior. Even in their individual lives, they’re achieving their own goals. Whether that’s defying their mother, haunting people, dancing, or spreading rumors, they’re out their living their best and not really letting anything hold them back from getting what they want. 

That’s My Girl - Fifth Harmony

Destiny said it, you got to get up and get it Get mad independent and don't you ever forget it Got some dirt on your shoulder, then let me brush it off for ya If you're feeling me, put your five high That's my girl

Ending it with a banger about girls supporting girls!! Because that’s what these four are all about! Even at the expense of other people !! 

[vivien-dot-exe]

Ask meme - every todoroki :eyes:

lmao BET

(this is super big huge I’m so sorry askdfjsh)

Shouto

NOTP

I don’t?? really think I have one. I’m pretty alright w/ all shouto ships tbh.

BROTP

todomomo. I get the ships but I kinda see em as them Good Supportive Friends that are just close enough that everyone Thinks They’re Dating n cannot believe they’re not but like. they never would. (am I projecting my best friendship onto shouto?? Maybe. fuck off.)

OTP

rn?? enjishouto lmao. I love love enjishouto man,, favorite child lovin,,,,

second choice

I ~guessss~ todobaku?? but tbh I’m not all that into most shouto ships. like we neutral most days. we just stay lovin bakugou + denying they’re friends???? so cute man,,

tied though is reishouto bc mommy kink. I won’t sit here and lie to you I just love gentle mommy kink sm

fluffy pairing

cliche fan fave - tododeku. we love a pair of supportive boyfs. I still do like seeing some tododeku art sometimes cause it makes our heart warm

angsty pairing

enjishouto again - I play things for angst so fuckin much dude,, if I can’t play my otp for angst then it probably isn’t gonna stick.

poly ship

can I say like. natsu/fuyu/enji/shouto. cause siblings that thirst over their hot dad together stay together

however hawks/enji/shouto is an incredibly tasty rarepair. there’s only one fic for it on ao3 but it’s So dang good,, 

weirdest pairing

I guess still enjishouto!! I have a very small amount of ships for the boy, man,,

Fuyumi

NOTP

n/a once again. every fuyumi ship I’ve seen to date or conjure up from crack shipping is cute bc she’s cute. I love seeing her in general.

BROTP

lowkey?? fuyuhawks. I can see them being excellent friends. I know romance takes are also good but. consider this: them chillin and acting goofy.

OTP

fuyunatsu. no question. it was my v first fuyumi ship and I will go down with it. (more explanation below)

second choice

fuyumi/miruko is really good!! maybe that’s just me being all ‘lesbians good’ @ the few fics n art pieces I’ve seen but Still.

fluffy pairing

reiyumi. we Love a girl n her mom huggin tight n kissing softly.

angsty pairing

fuyuenji. I’ve seen such good angst w/ these two man,, makes my heart heart Good ya feel?? them sad n guilty daddy’s girl feels Get Me

poly ship

sibling thorst: the ship (fuyu/natsu/enji/shouto)

weirdest pairing

if I was to make up a weird pairing,,,, bakuyumi. they interact Once but I like ships that are basically ‘we cook and it’s romantic’ (read: natsuki from ddlc anyone?). it’s a lil crack shippy and I’ve never ever seen any material for it, but wouldn’t it be cute to have bakugou cook w/ a cute older woman n have a cute romantic time while he’s all tsundere?? sighs wistfully,,

Natsuo

NOTP

hmm,, I’m honestly thinking I should take this option out. I really do think it cute to think the whole ass todofam w/ Anybody you know??

BROTP

natsushouto. like wow great job viv takin it Literally but as we don’t know much about natsu’s college life, I can’t exactly elect a best friend or nothin, and I Really love the concept of natsu and shouto acting like regular sibs. fighting n competing but hyping each other up, ya know?? sighs wistfully,, I actually really love brotherly dynamics a lot. like shipping em is usually my first thought but I also just???? like seeing em play around n be normal sometimes lmao. is that weird?? that it makes me happy?? idk.

OTP

fuyunatsu!! I love the concept of them constantly being there for each other, plus childish curiosity?? if you got sibs you know what that shit’s like. “you wanna try kissing??”

like listen not to be gross about it either but like. Puberty w/ that like entirety of the house to themselves. you can not tell me horny things never happened.

second choice

enjinatsu has Mad potential. I don’t get to see a lot of content for them but they make my heart happy. love the idea of both them being sweet to each other slowly in a path to forgiveness dotted with confessions and soft embraces,,,, or of course guilty dad thirst. both are Tasty

fluffy pairing

fuyunatsu is Cute. listen I want em to cuddle and support each other though they’re so different. like foils, ya know?? I am very weak for natsu having a weakness for fuyumi’s gentleness (though that could be said for the whole todofam. stan fuyumi)

angsty pairing

hmm,, I guess that’d be enjinatsu?? path to forgiveness enjinatsuo I can see being v feelsy and Tasty.

poly ship

sibling thorst Again.

weirdest pairing

man I don’t think any of these could be counted as Not weird. enjinatsu maybe?? as their dynamic is rather complicated n versatile + parent/child. I think the Least weird ship I’ve ever considered w/ him though would be natsuhawks, but I’ve not seen a lot of material for them nor do I have any ideas for dynamics. they just look nice together.

Touya (dabi)

NOTP

okay I’ll be real w/ you I lied I do have One notp and it’s dabihawks (hotwings). it’s. it’s okay, I’ll admit, but it kinda squicks me out in canon verses. like, reverse aus, genderswap aus, most aus really that slightly shift the dynamic, I’m good w/ dabihawks, but Not In Canon or any approximations of it.

(big rant on why, feel free to skip)

I guess antis just kinda fucked it up for me?? I was kinda neutral when it first was proposed, ya know like ‘oh that’s cute!! not for me but more power to ya!!’ but then dabihawks shippers started getting in hawksdeavor shippers’ faces n giving the usual arguments against age gap ships (as if a villain/hero ship was so uwu pure n unproblematic), and then there came the ‘hawks will betray the heroes and become a villain for dabi’ theories from them and it just. that was 2018 and it Still makes me uncomfortable to think about. 

I very much enjoyed hawks’ double agent thing!! but I knew an infiltration mission would end with betrayal from the beginning and that’s what I liked about it. him doing the absolute Most for the heroes even if it feels scummy to do so. I was Devastated for a moment when I saw hawks’ first meetup w/ dabi and it looked like he might be spying for them, but then we were quickly assured that it was a ploy and I was like Oh My God Thank God I Near Had A Heart Attack. but other people, the loudest group being dabihawks shippers, were dissatisfied with this and wanted canon to take a different direction and I Dunno Man, I just had very strong emotions about that and still do. 

I love hero hawks in all his double agent endeavor fanboy glory and people wanting to take it a different direction in canon felt like a blatant kind of???? idk defacing of character almost, even though that’s a mega mega mega dramatic way to put it loL don’t ask me why I got such strong feelins about it I couldn’t explain it if I wanted. I’d love to go back to being chill about it I really really would.

BROTP

idk, I think I might not???? have one for him. he seems kinda all or nothing to me, very intense w/ his emotions. if I was to Name one off the top of my head, maybe maybe togadabi, but even then I’m kinda hm on it.

OTP

first and favorite dabi ship is 1000% shigadabi. not even in most canon settings; I just like them chilling and being lovey (and going on large scale crime dates).

second choice

probably shoutodabi?? not Big on most dabi ships but love that older bro angst.

fluffy pairing

shigadabi bby!! if I wanna imagine dabi soft ever then shigadabi is a Lovely escape, canon absolutely notwithstanding.

natsutouya is also a good one to imagine, what w/ the image of them cuddling making my heart Warm

angsty pairing

shoutodabi. I saw this one reunion fic of them and I had So Many Emotions oh my god.

dabihaul is also a good candidate, though it’s less Angst more hurt little comfort. (not to mention I don’t ship it much myself lol a friend sold me on their interp) it’s not very emotional as I like my angst, more just got them whump aesthetics.

poly ship

good question. I’ve highkey not thought about it smH - maybe if I just,,,, *takes shoutodabi n shigadabi n smooshes them together*

idek how that’d work as a dynamic dude I Don’t KnoW LMAO

weirdest pairing

I guess enjidabi?? I think about it from time to time but I dunno how the dynamic would work but. very angsty whatever it is. lots of apology sexy times in my mind’s eye.

Rei

NOTP

n/a - rei is definitely one I will take any ship for.

BROTP

enjirei - I’m doing this out of order so I wrote the explanation on enji’s lmaO see below for details

OTP

oh man otp???? good question,, I’m a v big fan of reishouto tho. gentle mom lovin,,

second choice

rei/inko is also a good one!! something I still think is very cute from my early days in the fandom. just a couple of moms supporting each other and going on cute park dates,,

fluffy pairing

rei/inko is def the fluffiest. however, it can be argued that rei/anybody has good fluff material. rei is so,,,, ethereal lookin???? she looks like a flower or a ghost,, like breeze rustling sheer curtains in an empty sun lit room. gentle on the eyes but hella poignant. I can imagine her bein soft w/ everyone n everyone.

angsty pairing

reitouya. For Sure. rei taking care of her lost eldest who’s finally come home, ya know???? Sobs,,,,,,,, I don’t see shippy content of them ever but reunion fics/art Get Me

poly ship

this one might be a little weird, but inko/rei/mitsuki. I’ve only seen material for it Once but in my head it’s taking the cute mom ships of inko/rei and inko/mitsuki to make the Ultimate Supportive Mom Ship. and maybe masaru is there too supporting this bc I think he’s really good tbh I don’t want him sad or lonely.

weirdest pairing

uhhhhhh,,, idk man probably polyship is the only “Weird”/super rare one. mitsuki ain’t exactly gentle mom:tm: after all, but I think her spice goes well w/ it all, ya know?? inko n rei being gentle and mitsuki being the hype who arranges more fun dates n such for them to all take a cuddle pile nap afterwards,, and you know she’s the hype woman for the trio. 

Enji

NOTP

never met an enji ship I didn’t like tbh. they’re all good and I will fight on that.

BROTP

highkey?? enjirei. I ship em romantically sometimes, but I really like the idea of them divorced and getting other lovers but supporting each other fullheartedly. love that solidarity. like shit I could see them still living together n such but they just. drop the husband/wife shtick and support each other like friends.

OTP

enjishouto!! y’all been knew.

second choice

hawksdeavor is a longstanding fave. we love that fanboy/idol dynamic sm,,

fluffy pairing

oh jeez fluffy,, maybe enji/burnin?? I can see her being very energetic n supportive and being rewarded w/ soft forehead kisses. soft boss crush even if it’s one sided.

angsty pairing

both enjishouto and hawksdeavor provide Wonderful angst. the flavor is Immaculate y’all should try it.

poly ship

enji/the rest of the todofam/hawks/happiness. pls lma o

I am very much an enjibowl enthusiast, can y’all tell?? I just want him Smothered in love sometimes.

weirdest pairing

hmm,, enji/tsukauchi. I saw a doujin for it once and it was Lovely. an absolute crackship, but I love the hero/detective dynamic of toshinori/tsukauchi, but toshinori just doesn’t give it enough Spice in most interps I see. now enji being tsun n aggressive + level headed detective tsukauchi,, that was a tasty doujin for sure.

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The Kids Are Making Memories - Pt. 1

In honor of my babes @insomniasix, this is a little two part story I conjured up about the Ulric’s. It’s been a while so I hope you enjoy. ^^ Happy Birthday, Six.

Warnings: None | OC’s: Six Ulric & Muerlinian Zephyr | Word Count: 1,452

May 2nd.

To the everyday inhabitants of Insomnia, this was just a regular day.

But to the Ulric household, it was a very special occasion.

Today was Six’s birthday.

...but to Nyx, it was the most stressful day of the year.

Six was never one for extravagant parties and gifts, which should’ve made this day easier for the young glaive in training.

But because she was so chill about it...he could never figure out what to get her and every year, it would end up being the same thing.

A 12 pack of beer and a box of cigarettes.

It even got to the point where she would even say “lookin’ forward to a cold one tonight” if she had to work that day.

Talk about lack luster.

But no more. This time, Nyx was determined to get her something special.

And with the help of Libertus and Crowe, he was sure he would find it. Even if it took him all day.

“I’ll see you later, baby”, Six gave her son a kiss on his forehead as she headed out for the day.

“Bye, mom”.

Once the door shut, Nyx immediately conference called his friends to head over before he leaped up to get dressed.

“Hey, did she leave?”, Libertus asked over the speaker.

“Just walked out the door”.

“Alright, Operation: Present Hunt is officially go”.

“Right”, Crowe chimed in, “so, where to first? Any ideas?”

“I can probably think of a few places by the time you guys show up”.

“Well, anything beats another year of beer and cigarettes. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s your mom for Gods’ sake”.

“I know, but hey, this time it’s gonna be real present”, Nyx smirked as he pulled his shirt over his head, before glancing back at his phone.

It was ringing?

Peering closer, he recognized the caller ID.

“Oh, hey guys, she’s calling me. Gimme a sec”, the young glaive-in-training put his friends on hold before answering.

“You’re really getting old. What’d you forget this time?”, Nyx jokingly greeted his mother.

“Oh, ha-ha. Talk to me when you actually beat me in training, ya little ass”, Six playfully retorted. “You didn’t make any plans today, did you?”

“Uhhh...nope”, Nyx hesitantly replied not wanting to give anything away. “Why?”

“I just wanted to make sure you remembered that you promised to babysit your sister today”.

...you...have got...to be kidding me...

“.....of course I didn’t forget”.

He totally did and Six could tell he wasn’t happy about it.

“I know she’s the BIGGEST inconvenience for you. Feeding her, putting her down for a nap, and watching Scooby Doo. She’s the WOOOORST”, Six sarcastically teased only receiving a light scoff and eye roll from her son.

“Yeah sounds like too much for me, maybe you should take her then”.

Although mostly joking, deep down he hoped Six would take the bait...

“I’m sure you’ll be fine”, Six chuckled. “Gotta go, kiddo. See ya tonight”.

“Right. Yeah...bye, mom”, he replied before hanging up.

Returning to the conference with his friends, “hey guys...?”

Nyx sighed in frustration as he glanced toward the little teal eyed girl standing at his doorway, hands clasped behind her back with the most innocent smile.

“...we may have a problem”.

Not even an hour later...

“Ugh! What is your problem?!”, Nyx groaned in irritation toward the little girl. “Why can’t you just go to sleep?!”

“I’m not tired! I wanna play!”, baby Muerlin stomped at her older brother, her chubby cheeks puffed out like some sort of cartoon character.

“Well, you can’t!! It’s nap time!!”

“You’re not the boss of me!!! YOU’RE JUST A BIG STUPID!!!”

“Listen, you little shit, I’m gonna count to 5 and your ass better be in that bed because I need to go and I can’t have you running rampant and tearing up the house!!!”

“NO!!!”, Muerlin shouted with a firm stomp of her tiny foot. “I WANNA PLAY AND IF YOU LEAVE, I’M TELLING MOM!!!”

“No, no, no!!”, Nyx demanded, “you say anything to mom, and everything is fucked so you keep your mouth shut!!”

“PLAY WITH ME!!!”

“I can’t, Muerlin!!!”

“WHY NOT?!”

“BECAUSE I GOTTA GO FIND MOM A BIRTHDAY PRES....ent...”, Nyx’s eyes widened at the little girl.

When he saw those giant lagoon eyes lit up with a huge gasp, he realized he had said way too much.

“Shit...”, Nyx swore under his breath.

“I WANNA GO, I WANNA GO, I WANNA GO, I WANNA GO!!!!”

Muerlin hopped in a circle around her brother. Her short messy silver hair bouncing as she bobbed in excitement around his legs.

“Hell, no!”

An harsh thud echoed down the hall with Muerlin standing completely still in front of her brother.

Her adorable gaze darkened into a deathly glare.

“I will already be killed you die in HERE. If anything happens to you out there, I won’t be able to come home”.

At that moment, it appeared that some of the lights had started flickering.

And although he couldn’t understand it, Nyx could’ve sworn he suddenly heard a low whirring followed by the light sparking of electricity...

Returning his gaze toward his sister standing in front of him, his heart began to sink in light fear once he noticed her eyes.

They glowed with a dark rage like some sort of daemon puppy.

“Oh, no. Not that. Don’t you start with that!”

The air around her became dense. Her fists clenched as the current flowing from her body started the rock the house.

“No no no....no no!!”, Nyx muttered as he tried to soothe her, while also backing up, bracing himself for what she was about to do.

He still had nightmares from last time.

The lights flickered on and off, the TV started to wig out. Nothing, but white noise and static coming from the speakers.

“Alright, I’ll play with you for a little bit. Whatever you want, huh? How’s that sound?”

Nyx tried to bargain, but he knew what she wanted.

But Six would kill him. She couldn’t come with him.

He lightly jumped when he saw the sparks crackle from her fists and float about her eyes.

It sounded as if the house was like the house was caving in on itself.

All the creaking, the crackling, the zipping and zapping.

It was like an earthquake within their walls and he actually found himself fearing the house would collapse.

“Hey, I know!! You can have my ice cream!! I ate yours yesterday so we’ll be even!!”

Muerlin started to shake.

Her silver locks beginning to rise from the static indicating he probably should’ve kept that one to himself.

The gravity fluctuation sent small objects and papers flying about the house. Everything was rattling. He could even hear car alarms from outside!

Nyx’s mind raced, he was running out of time. He had to come up with something to give her. Their neighborhood-no, their ENTIRE CITY was at stake.

“I GOT IT!!!”, he shouted proudly.

A brief pause with Muerlin’s slightly lifted gaze.

“I’LL STOP CALLING YOU A BOY!!!”

Muerlin’s glare had darkened more than it was before.

He had done it now.

The small child’s chest lifted with a slow, deep inhale.

“Muerlin, no...”.

Her chest rose higher.

“No no no”.

Higher.

“Nooo”.

Higher.

“NOOOO”.

After a brief pause, the most deafening scream erupted from the tiny girl’s lungs like a raging banshee roaring throughout the entire house sending the young man to his knees, clutching his head in agonizing pain.

It rattled his brain. He swore he could feel it melting.

Every time this happened, he wished for nothing more than Bahamut to put him out of his misery.

He couldn’t take it.

He knew there was only one thing to do.

30 minutes later...

“You have any idea that so called problem was before he hung up?”, Crowe asked Libertus as they stood beside the Ulric’s front door.

“Nah, but I guess we’re about to find out”, Libertus replies before ringing the doorbell.

After a couple minutes, a defeated Nyx emerged with a little silver haired girl on his broad shoulders.

“HI, CROWE!! HI, LIPOOTUS!!!”, Muerlin gleefully waves to Nyx’s friends.

“Can you hold still before I drop you?”, Nyx gripped.

“HEY!! Horses don’t talk!! Now, giddy up!!”, Muerlin demanded with a double heel kick to Nyx’s chest.

Crowe and Libertus winced upon the impact before a winded Nyx grunted, “let’s get this over with...”, before starting off toward the street.

“YEE-HAW!!! Get along lil’ dough-gie!!!”, Muerlin shouted in glee waving her arm over her head like she was spinning a lasso.

“We’re gonna get Momma the most rootin’ tootin’est present in all of Lucis!!! YEE-HAW!!!”

Tagging: @digitalkanvas @insomniasix @aquathemermaidstripper @glacian-apocalypse @nykamito-x @a-new-recipehhh

[brattywriters-anonymous]

I Dedicate.. II

Luke James x Reader story

A/N: This fic is heavily influenced by Love Jones (placed in an alternate universe, where the ‘movie’ didn’t exist but the ‘characters’ do. I’m straying away from Erik on this one, Hope ya’ll like it. Feedback would be appreciated. Yes, I wrote both poems. I’m a writer, in all meanings of the word. 

@chaneajoyyy I woke up around 8AM on a Sunday, the next morning. My head was ringing looking at the light shining through my semi open blinds. I'm definitely in no shape to go to church. Besides, I just moved to Atlanta last week and I don't even know which church to go to. There's literally one every quarter mile from another. I'll figure that out on another Sunday.

My phone starts buzzing, It's from a New York number that wasn't saved in my new phone. It could only be one person. My ex, Brendan. My ex fiancee, that is. We were together for about four years, engaged for two when he told me that he thought we weren't right for each other last month. I took his rejection hard. I drank myself into a downward spiral and knew I needed to leave my comfort zone to get out of it. I called my girl Stassi up, she took the first plane smokin' to scoop me up out of my depression and out of New York. I pressed ignore and roll back over to attempt to go back to sleep.

My phone starts buzzing, again. "Ugh. This better be my parents or God himself telling me to go to church!" I pick up the phone to see Stassi's name blinking, "Hello?" "Bitch, you hungover?" "Yes, Nastassia. I am. Obviously, you're not! What do you want?" "I wanna know, you gon call that walking Godiva God that serenaded you last night?" I grunt, "Ugh! Stass, I don't know! Can I get over my hangover first?" I heard knocks at the door, "Stass, don't tell me you're at my door." the knocks continue, "I don't know Y/N, open the door and find out!" I roll out of bed and kick a box out of my way to the front door. I open it to find my best friend with an ounce of weed in one hand and groceries in another, "I came barring gifts!" -- My apartment turned into a smokehouse. I was barely able to see my patio door from my couch. Stassi got me high as fuck. My hangover was long gone thanks to the sativa and my bestie's famous bloody Mary recipe.

"Girl, I am not ready to work with these uppity white folks tomorrow." Stassia groaned while she took a drag. "Mhm. Same, sis. Same." "Girl, give that man a call. You know Z is poppin' on Sundays?" I roll my eyes, "Damn, Stass! You killin' my buzz! I'm trying to calm my nerves and you getting on them."She hopped up  and got in my personal space, "You're either gonna call his fine ass or see him tonight at Z. I'm not taking 'neither' for an answer." I smashed my pillow over my head, avoiding her extreme gaze."ALRIGHT! DAMN. GET OUT MY FACE!" -- My best friend dressed me tonight (black). She claims I'm gonna call out to Luke with this dress even if I wasn't gonna call his ass on the phone. She told me that Sundays were strictly poetry and jazz nights. "You lit yet?" I look at the clock and shake my head. It's about 8:30 and Stassi got me set up to catch Pneumonia with what I got on and these open toed shoes. If I call in tomorrow, she's gonna do my work for me.

She rolls me two more joints, "We'll smoke one now, then smoke the other one when we get there. Here. Stuff it in your bra.. well, your bra area since you out in these streets with no bra or panties." She chuckles at her little jab. I let that one slide as I concealed the joint. --

"Hello, Hello! Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to welcome you all to Z. I am owner and operator, Zanobia Weber." Snaps filled the entire space as we marveled at the beautiful boss lady running the establishment. She's about 5'9", light caramel tone, she has beautiful hazel eyes with a contagious smile. She wore this bright metallic dress that accentuated her curves up top as it flowed to her feet. I didn't remember seeing her last night. Maybe she was somewhere I wasn't looking or something.

"As you all know here on Sundays, we highlight our poets talents. We also welcome any newcomers to step up and share their stories through their words. So if anyone else that isn't on the lineup tonight wants to perform their poetry, please let my fiancee, Zion, know." She pointed over to the right side of the stage to the sign up table, her fiancee was the guy who hosted last night with the soothing deep voice. "Alright, now that we got that out of the way, I wanna welcome our regular back to the stage! Please show love to Melanie Naomi." Stassi and I snap in applause as the poet approached the stage. She wore an all black ensemble, black boots, jeans, turtleneck, beret, and matched that with a dark plum lipstick.

My love for him was unconditional.His for me was somehow circumstantial.

Connecting when the timing was convenient for him.

Displaying his emotions for me on his own accord.

When I came to the realization that I need more

His distance became more distant

My means of communication, he'd ignore.Here I am frustrated with my pin and pad

fighting tears on my bathroom floor

When he's so closed off, I'm supposed to keep an open door?

Fuck that.I put in time

I put in work

Just for him to show his ass

To remind me that he was never mine.

His lack of response to my insecurities draw that line,

between what's wanted and whats real.

I look to the heavens for a sign

I grasp that his silence is one.

Tears fall one by one.

I mourn everything that could've been,

I mourn us.

I mourn the loss of trust.

I mourn what could've been me & him.

I mourn us.

Listening to Melanie's words made me reminisce on my relationship with Brendan. The first two years he was everything I could've asked for in a partner. After we got engaged it was like he totally withdrew from the relationship. I was planning a wedding completely on my own and spending all of my free time alone too. Her pain spoke to mine. By the time she finished her poem, I found tears falling down my face. "Y/N, you okay?" I'm startled to hear Luke's voice over Stassi's shoulder.

He found a chair and sat it next to mine, the back towards the table and straddled the seat. He awaited my answer as I was wiping my tears, "Yeah. I'm fine." "You sure about that?" I nodded. He trailed his index finger down my right cheek, "Hi." I giggled at his awkward introduction, "Hi. How are you?" He grinned, "I'm great now. I almost thought I'd never see you again Y/N." "Why was that?" I leaned my face sideways against my hand. "I dunno. Last night seemed too good to be true, I guess." I turned my attention to the stage so he couldn't see me beaming and blushing. "You didn't call me though." I bit my lip to hide my smile as I turned back to him, "I'm here though, ain't I?" He closed in and whispered in my ear, "You biting that lip is gonna get you in trouble, girl." I shook my head and whispered back into his, "I bet it's not." He scaled back as he had a skeptical look on his face, I shrugged and turned back to the stage where Zanobia came back to the stage,

"Alright fam, we got a newcomer hopping on the stage tonight. She hails all the way from England! Give your love to Miss June Riesling." Snaps filled the room as Stassi winked at me, I shrugged at her in confusion, she then makes the smoking motion, I pull the two joints out of my bosom. Luke exclaimed, "Damn, so it's like that? Ya'll just gon blow it down?" I looked around at people burning blunts and joints without any objection from Zanobia or Zion and nodded at him, "Yup." He dug in his pockets and pulled out three joints to match our two, "Well, I did say I wanted to smoke witchu."

--

The smoke session was like a never ending carousel of  joints being passed between the three of us. Every time I passed one to Stass, Luke would pass one to me. We watched three performers recite their poetry before we were down to the last one. Luke passed the unlit joint to me, "You do the honors baby." Stassi threw her hands up, "I'm done, ya'll got it. I'm about to step outside and catch some fresh air." She dismissed herself as I lit it. I let the smoke float up to my nose do french inhale, Luke narrowed his eyes at me. 

"You lookin' hella good tonight. You always dress this nice?" I grunted into a giggle, "Nah. I don't." He disagreed, "You two for two Y/N. I doubt that." I took another hit and he continued, "Unless..you wore this for me tonight." We starred at each other for a spell, I motioned the joint to him, he rejected, "Nah, that's all you." I ashed it and took another hit, he asked again, "So you just gon' ignore me?" I answered, "No Luke. I'm not. What if I told you I did..wear this for you." He looked over his shoulder then scooted the chair he was sitting in as close to me as he could get it. I briefly jumped up as I felt his large hand touch my knee, he mumbled in my ear, "May I?" The exhale he took after his question sent a chill down my body. I took a long drag, we sat eye to eye. He then put his lips close to mine, "Exhale." My lips made a small 'o' shape as I blew out the smoke, he matched his lips to mine and inhaled the smoke.

I let out the slightest whimper and bit down on my lip to silence myself. He went back to my ear, "I told you baby, that shit is gon’ get your ass in trouble." His hand traveled from my knee up to the middle of my inner thigh. He swayed his fingers back and forth stopping at that same spot, I tried keeping my composure using the joint to concentrate from his distracting hand. The more he was moving it back up the more turned on I was getting. I cleared my throat before taking another long drag, he used his other hand to make a 'come here' motion. I made the same 'o' shape with my lips, he shook his head, "Nah. I wanna try this.." He placed his lips on mine and forcefully tapped his other hand that was on my thigh. I subconsciously moved my lips as I moaned into his. He took that as an invite as the shotgun became a full on kiss.

His lips were so soft, the kiss was just the same. He wasn't too forceful yet he established his domination as his lips took mine in. He kept the same back and forth pattern underneath the table with his hand as he took his free hand to caress my face. I put the joint in the ashtray sitting in the center of the table and grasped on to his buttoned shirt, never breaking our kiss. He gripped my thigh as soon as I tugged his shirt. We both groaned at each other's motions.

"Daaaaammmn! I was only gone for like ten minutes and ya'll all over each other? Ya'll wanna get a room? You got an audience." Stassia's sarcastic tone breaks our contact completely, He placed his forehead on mine as I deeply exhaled, "Uhm... Things got a little carried away." We looked behind Luke to see a couple starring at us. They looked to be in their late thirties, maybe mid forties at the oldest. You know black don't crack. Luke gave the man a nod, they waved, "Don't mind us, we just having a uh..nostalgic moment." The man laughed at his mate, "You just remind us of how we were. We met at a place like this in Chicago twenty years ago." I asked, "Oh, really? You two do poetry or music?" She responded, "My husband is a writer, I write in my free time. I actually am a photographer." I nod, "That's cool. I'm Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you." She smiled, "Nina Lovehall." The man interjected, "I'm her husband, Darius Lovehall." I gasped,

"THEE Darius Lovehall?! OMG I love your book!" I fanned out as he bowed in humility, "Thank you Miss Y/N. I appreciate it. I actually wrote it for her. The year it was published was a year after we met." I put my hand to my chest, "That's beautiful." "So how long ya'll been together?" Nina questioned us, we looked at each other and laughed, Luke retorted, "Actually Mrs. Lovehall, we just met yesterday." Mr. and Mrs. Lovehall looked at each other again and laughed, "This is like Deja Vu, man. This is trippy as fuck." Darius leaned back in his chair in awe, Luke and I looked at each other in confusion.

"Oh, man.. I'm sorry, I'm not tryna scare ya'll or nothin'.. I'm just sayin', when I met my wife..things got heavy, fast. Real fast." He kissed her on the cheek. She agreed, "Yeah. That it did." I was curious, "So was that a bad thing?" They shook their heads, "Not really. Sometimes the pace you need to go in is a little faster than you anticipated to get the love you're supposed to have." Nina's words stuck to me as Zanobia approached the stage again, "Fam let's welcome an audience favorite to the stage, from New Orleans, Louisiana; Mister Luke James." The audience snap for the man sitting in front of me. He held my hands, "I'll be right back." I nodded as he planted a kiss on my temple. -- The man I was just locking lips with less than five minutes ago hopped on the stage and became the center of attention as he announced, "I wrote this last night, awaiting a call that I never received. I call this, 'Calling out for you.' He took steps to the band without the mic so we couldn't hear what direction he was giving them on what to play.

All of a sudden, my favorite six key melody graced my ears from the piano. He requested Duke Ellington and John Coltrane's In a Sentimental Mood. I heard gasps from The Lovehall's table, "Deja Vu!" Darius yells out, again. Luke began,

"I'm sorry, I kept playing this over and over again until I finally fell asleep, so.. I figured it only be right. Yo, Milton..bring that back man."

The band started from the top as he cleared his throat.

That beautiful face that couldn't escape my mind

no matter how much I try to evade.I don't wanna wait

but...I gotta.

You see, I'm willing to wait a million moons.

I'm willing to travel any distance, just to see her face again.

Just to see those beautiful thighs clasp at my voice.

Just to hear her soprano make strides to my ears.

Just to hear her say my name. 

Even if it's through a phone. 

I want her presence. 

I no longer want to be alone. 

I'm willing to wait

All night if I gotta. 

I'm up late wondering what I've been doing without her.

3 AM. Damn I should've got her number.

I didn't want to pressure.

If I get her I want to treat her like my personal treasure.

I found this a thousand leagues under the sea, this was not just another fish.

She was a shooting star among a sky full of stilled.

Before the tempo could pick up, the song then switched over to Blue in Green by Miles Davis as Luke continued his ode, looking directly at me. Much as he did when he sang his song the night before.

As the clock ticks my phone still hasn't rang

My wish still goes unfulfilled.

But I'm strong willed.

This enigma of a woman, I'm calling out to you.

More-so like my body is..

I just hope you share a similar view.

You're not just something unfamiliar

or brand new.

Your aura exuberates through my mental as you inspire this

You're not someone I can just see through.

Maybe mine had been preparing for this moment, possibly my soul already just..knew.

You've been the person invading my mind before I ever had a vision, a face, or a name.

I'm calling out to you. 

And tonight,I hope you can do the same.

Thank you.

The crowd's generous amount of snaps had been the loudest they were the entire night, I was floored. I can't believed he felt all of this because I wouldn't call him. Truthfully, I didn't call because I was too prideful. I didn't want to give any of myself up to him too quickly. Too willingly. I wanted him to work for me. And me calling him last night wouldn't have warranted for that. At least so I thought. He shuffled back over to his seat next to mine, "So, what did you think?" He found my hand and kissed it, everyone trailed his movements to see where he was seated, as soon as they witnessed the gesture everyone let out a synchronized, "Awww!"

-- The night came to an early end at 11PM, Stass and I had to get to work promptly at 8:30, meaning we had to leave our houses an hour early to make it there on time. Her Uber was already outside so it was time to head out. We stood up as I put on my coat, Luke reminded me, "Y/N, you never gave me my coat back from last night." I snapped my fingers, "You're absolutely right, I'll have to return that to you." He nodded, "So that means you have to call me and let me know when you can return it." I turned back to him, "Yeah, I guess that's what that means."

Luke walked me outside as I had to wait ten minutes for my Uber. I confessed, "A Sentimental Mood is one of my favorite jazz cuts." He smiled then hung his head, "Mine too. Along with Blue in Green." I tilted his head up for his eyes to meet mine, "I see. Are you gonna keep dedicating these lustful pieces of art for me until I call you?" His stare became serious, "Is there a problem?" He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned closer to him in response, "Not at all, but if that's all you want.. I'm not the girl for you." He goes in, as I'm thinking he's gonna kiss me again, he kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, "I never said that's all I want baby."

My thighs rubbed against one another by pure reaction, "Hmm.. If you say so." He leans back in his original space, "If you let me take you out, I can show you exactly what I want." We're looking at one another peering into one another's eyes, "I don't know about that." He objects, "Look, it's no pressure. We're two grown adults. I'm just trying to show you a good time. I know you haven't been here long--" "Wait, how you know that?" "Girl, you sound like you fresh outta New York. Like you ready to hop inna 50 Cent video!" Luke stepped back doing a shitty rendition of the Harlem shake. I scoffed at his accusation, "First of all, nigga, I'm from the Bronx. Second of all, I've been here for about a month now. I've only been here as far as going out goes." He gasped, "Oh nah baby, you haven't even enjoyed Atlanta! I'd love to give you a tour." I placed my index finger on my chin, pretending to think about his proposal.

"How about this, when I call you to get your coat, I'll let you know my answer." He wrapped his arms around me again, "Okay, you have a deal Ms. Y/L/N." My phone dinged, indicating that my Uber had arrived. The navy Nissan Altima approached us and came to a complete stop. I tried to break away from Luke, but his grip became tighter, "Promise you won't keep me waiting too long?" I nodded once, hoping he didn't notice. The grin on his face acknowledged that he did. He took my chin into his hand pulling my face up to meet his. We indulged in a goodnight kiss, similar to the kiss we shared inside. Softly placing our lips on one another.

I broke our embrace, "Goodnight Mr. Boyd." He retorted, "Goodnight to you. Sweet dreams, beautiful." He opened the car's back passenger door as I hopped in the car. He closed it leaving his hand on the window. I placed my fingertips on the other side where his palm lied as the driver rolled off to my destination.

--

[nocte-argentea]

Yo yo yo friendos I just wrote a small story about my characters Vesper and Altair escaping from some bandits you should read it

“So, Vess, how exactly are you gonna get us out of this mess?”

“What, have no faith in me? I'm working on a plan as we speak!”

“HEY! You two keep quiet! Unless yer finally ready to give us the info we're lookin' fer!”

Vesper turned her head to look towards bandit who'd spoken, who was guarding the room she and Altair were currently confined in. Gods, she wanted to punch him. Unfortunately, with her and her sylvari companion currently standing back to back with their hands tied to a wooden board above them, she couldn’t indulge in that fantasy. Not yet, anyway. She rolled her eyes, though, since the bandit didn’t even bother to look at them when he yelled to be quiet.

“Oh, I’m terribly, sorry, sir, we were just discussing what to tell you lot. Right, Altair?”

Doing her best to flash Altair a roguish grin, she went back to what she'd been doing with her hands. Damn ropes won’t get themselves off.

“Oh yes, absolutely, you are absolutely right!” Vesper breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the Gods he got the message to placate the guard. He even made his voice sickly sweet to sway him. The guard, seemingly satisfied by those answers, went quiet. Altair, having learned that regular speaking voices were a no-go, started speaking in hushed whispers.

“Alright, how exactly are we getting out of here? I don't fancy being tortured until we admit that what the tabloids say about Lord Faren are true.”

Vesper forced herself to stifle the laughter that was about to erupt. Kormir knows that would only make things worse. She paused her movements for a quick moment, regarding him coolly.

“Do you truly not have faith in me, mate? You know I’ve gotten us out of stickier situations!”

“Most of the ones that you could be referring to didn’t have a time limit on them. We've got ten, maybe twenty minutes before they come back with torture devices. I’d really prefer not to be skewered today, Vesper.” Altair didn’t even want to imagine what they'd do to him. And by the tree, what would they do to Vesper? That thought alone was enough to nearly bring him to tears.

Not that he'd actually let the bandits see that they had him scared. Or let Vesper see how worried he was about her.

“Give me about fifteen seconds.”

“Fifteen seconds? Vesper, that’s not enough to do anything! What could you possibly-”

He blinked.

When did Vesper get in front of him? And how were her hands free?

“How in the hell-”

“Old trick that Tybalt taught me. First you-”

“Actually, never mind. Could you release me, please?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. I was planning on leaving you here since you didn’t trust me, but since you asked so nicely, I guess I’ll let you go.” Vesper was clearly enjoying herself now, smirking at him while reaching to undo his binds. Once he was free, the next dilemma became apparent.

“Now that that's out of the way, what’s the plan for getting out of here? We need our weapons, and we can’t just walk out through the door without causing a ruckus.” Altair was astounded that the guard hadn’t noticed them yet. Actually, now that he really listened, he swore he heard snoring coming from the direction of the tunnel.

“Well, we can either kill every bandit in this hideout, make a run for it, or disguise ourselves and just walk out. I’m leaning towards the last one, personally.” It was probably their best bet, as well. They were ridiculously outnumbered, and Vesper was certain they'd call in reinforcements if they raised a fuss. Not only that, but from what she'd seen, there’s too many to simply sneak their way out. Espionage is the safest way to go, now.

“So then, we need to look like bandits. I’m assuming we can…relieve the guard of his garments, but that'd only fit me. What about you? And what about when he wakes up?”

Vesper began to respond, but something caught he attention. Footsteps were coming down the hall.

Altair noticed the sounds at this point. Thinking quickly, both of them darted to either side of the door, waiting for their chance.

“Yew idjit, fallin' asleep on guard duty!” a female voice chastised the guard. “What if th' prisoners had-” the new bandit stopped, looking at where their prized captives used to be tied up.

“…escaped?”

Before either of them could raise the alarm, they were swiftly knocked cold by the commander and her lieutenant.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting that. Lets relieve these two of their garb and tie ‘em up like we were.”

One they’d changed clothes and trussed up the bandits, they put out the one torch that was present in the room. It’d be a lot more difficult to tell it wasn’t them if the room was dark.

“Should we put more clothes on them? This feels...odd.” Currently, the former prisoners’ clothing was folded up, hidden within their disguises. It wasn’t noticeable, thankfully, but Vesper felt odd leaving the bandits in just their undergarments.

“Vess, they were going to torture us or possibly kill us. Let them be humiliated.” Altair adjusted his hat and mask, to facilitate speaking. “Now, then let’s get out of here. First stop: the armory.”

The disguises worked like a charm. None of the bandits even spared them a second glance. Thankfully, the armory was easy to find, and soon enough Altair had his greatsword, and Vesper had her rapier and dagger. The only scare they even had while working their way out of the hideout was when someone mentioned ‘the wealth of information the commander must have’ in passing. 

When they could finally see the entrance to the cave, Altair could hear an uproar beginning in the deeper parts of the cave, meaning they’d been discovered.

“Alright, Vessie, any ideas now?”

“Stay calm, act natural. When we get out of the cave, run.”

“Just run?”

“Aye, mate, just run. Once we’re on open space or forest, we’re golden.”

They bypassed the cave guards without any issue, and once they were out of sight, they ran straight to the nearest forest, hoping to lose their pursuers in the dense woods. Finally, the sound of angry bandits faded, and the two wayward adventurers got a moment to rest. As they began to change back into their original clothing, with Vesper on one side of a tree and Altair on the other, the thief had a thought.

“Hey, Altair?”

“Yeah, Vess? What’s on your mind? Got a victory speech to share?” Altair said jokingly, feeling much better after getting out of that mess, and much less skewered to boot.

“Maybe later. First, I need to apologize.” That caught Altair off guard.

“It was my fault we got caught. If I hadn’t insisted on looking for treasure near the moa farm, we wouldn’t have gotten in that mess.” It was a false lead that led them there, to boot. She’d led Altair, on a rumor, to search for a treasure that didn’t even exist, and gotten ambushed by bandits in the process. 

Altair didn’t know how to respond to this. In all honesty, he’d come to expect danger when treasure hunting with Vess. His mind flashed to a month ago, when the two of them, plus Nocte and Luna, had ended up being chased by a few fire hydras in the Crystal Desert when on a treasure hunt. Technically speaking, that was much more dangerous. So why was she apologizing now?

“It’s water under the bridge, but if you don’t mind my asking, why apologize? I know the risks when coming treasure hunting with you. Also, may I walk around now? Are you decent?”

“Aye, you may. And it’s because I asked you to accompany me here on a false lead that ended up getting us caught.” She waited for Altair to walk around the tree to continue. “See, I wanted you, specifically, to join me…” she paused, leaning her head back against the tree, “because my contact said something about a Dawn being hidden in this cache.”

Oh. The precursor to the legendary greatsword he’d been working on. That explains a lot.

“Vesper, you wanted to help me?” “Of course, you’ve been helping me with my crafts, I wanted to give you a helping hand too!”

Altair, thoroughly flustered at this point, looked away and ran a hand through his hair. “Vesper, you help me and everyone else so much already, you don’t have to do anything else. And I need to apologize, too.”

“Wait, what? You’ve not done anything wrong though!”

“Except that I let my nerves and fear get the best of me and forgot to trust you in the bandit hideout. I should know by now that you’ll do your best do get us out of any sticky situation.”

Vesper went silent at that. She’d not cared about his fear, it was totally natural. She sighed and looked at Altair with her trademark roguish grin. “Wanna say we’re both dumbasses then and move on, mate?”

The sylvari let out a hearty chuckle, before bowing to her. “I’ll accept that for now, but let’s be frank: I have the most common sense out of all of Dragons’ Watch.” He offered his arm, and Vesper hooked her own arm within it.

“Aye, that you do.” The two began the trek towards Divinity’s Reach with a spring in their step and in much higher spirits.

“Oh, by the way, I’m telling the rest of the guild about this misadventure.”

And like that, Vesper’s spirit was shattered.

“WHAT!?”

“Oh, of course! I’m sure that Nocte and Luna would love to hear about how you got us caught and tied up by run-of-the-mill bandits.”

She stared up at the man, who was currently wearing an incredibly smug grin.

“I should’ve left your ass tied up in the bandit hideout.”

[lukoleoleole]

Just Another Friday Night (Hart of Dixie fanfic)

Hey guys! I have never posted a Hart of Dixie fanfic on here before, but have been rewatching and felt the need to write a few fanfics. I may post some more shortly. Can someone please bring the show back?!?! It was so good and I miss every single character. Oh, please be warned that this got a little dirty.

How the hell was Wade going to make it through another hour of his shift? He’d been at the Rammer Jammer for 15 hours now, first doing his duties as owner and now covering for one of his bartenders who ‘would absolutely die if she didn’t get the night off to see Thomas Rhett with her friends in Mobile’. Maybe his wife was right, the bartenders he had on his payroll these days were useless and required more babysitting than he could do these days as a husband and father of two.

At least if he had to spend his Friday night slingin’ drinks for the town of Bluebell he at least got to listen to live music while he did it. A country band was on the small corner stage, singing love songs that made him wish his wife was there, or even worse than he was at home with her and it put him in a funk. He couldn’t remember the last time he was home with his family on a Friday night.

There was one table of distracted cowboys at a table in the back and almost everyone else in the bar was a younger crowd. Regulars like Dash, Shula, Brick and the others typically came in earlier in the day. Things felt different this late at night, like a whole group of townsfolks. “Can I get a pitcher of Bud Light and a shot of fireball?” One end of the bar yelled as he made a path down toward that end with an empty and frosted pitcher in his hand. He nodded at the man standing there who he saw walk about from the table of cowboys in the back. They’d been hanging out all night but hadn’t caused as much trouble as he thought they would so they filled it up and slide it toward the man along with the shot “$8.00”. The man slid him a ten and walked away. Wade shoved the change in the tip jar and helped a few more patrons until he got distracted by the woman walking toward the bar.

His phone went off and he used some of his free time to take a glance at it, hoping it was his wife. He’d texted her earlier to tell her he was sorry that he wasn’t home for another Friday night, but no response. He cleared the text from Meatball off his phone and pushed it back into his jean pocket. He was slightly annoyed that she hadn’t responded yet when she was home with the kids, especially since he knew that thing never left her hands. Luckily his attention was distracted by the woman walking up to him.

She was wearing heeled brown cowboy boots that were worn and dusty, like they had been worn through the dirt on some old country dirt road. Her legs were tan and sexy and just looking at them led him straight up to her skin-tight Daisy Duke shorts that showcased her firm ass and legs even more if possible. The entire length of these shorts was maybe five inches long and they stopped miles below her belly button which was showing. She was wearing a crop top with what little amount of buttons it had left half undone.

The part that really got him was the Mossy Oak camo bra that was buried underneath. He had always been a sucker for camo and the ‘trashy’ kind of women that wore it. Something about it could not help but turn him on. Her long curled hair was pushed down by her camo trucker hat and she had dark eye makeup on that showcased every one of her features. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her.

He leaned onto the bar as she pulled up her barstool. “Bud Light”, she asked, looking around the bar on either side of her. His eyes never left her, he just nodded and then cracked open a cold Bud Light in front of her. “What’s a hot little thing like you doin’ here so late at night?” He couldn’t help but discreetly ask her across the bar.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Don’t.” She took a good chug of her beer and set it back onto the counter. The woman immediately had his attention. She looked around with an attitude, “Well ya gonna charge me for that drink or what?”

He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, this one’s on me.”

This made her even more annoyed. Luckily she turned her attention to the guy from the table at the back who reappeared for another pitcher of beer. “Hey darlin, don’t you look hot as hell in those tight little blue jeans.” The man leaned across the bar and in front of the woman he was just talking to.

She giggled and a pink blush appeared across her face. “Hi.”

“You wanna dance?” He whispered into her ear, Wade was just able to make out what they were saying. However her taking his hand and following him out onto the dance floor made it perfectly clear.

The music played on as the two danced, getting closer and closer by the minute. His vision of them constantly interrupted by the crowds of people on the dance floor and everyone else who were trying to refill their drinks. You’d think he had never served a drink before with the way people were complaining about his pours and getting in his face.

The way that that Cash guys hands wouldn’t leave her body made him sick to his stomach and he couldn’t focus. They were getting awful close to her ass and he couldn’t take it. “Wanda, you’re closin.” He tossed her the bar keys and took off. She was used to it.

“Hey!” he pushed the guy away from her, causing a scene on the dance floor. “That’s enough.”

The young crowd stopped, everyone shocked by the scene that the bartender just caused. The guy laughed him off and kept his hands on the woman from the bar. Wade couldn’t take it and before he knew it he decked him in the face and pulled the woman with him as he walked toward the bathroom of the bar. She tried to push him away the entire time.

As soon as the door was shut he pushed her up against the stall door and used both arms to enclose the space between them.

“You think you can just come in here, lookin’ hot as sin, talkin’ to whoever you want, dancin’ with whoever you want, and I wouldn’t have anything to say about it?” He roughly whispered as he kissed from her ear down toward her prominent clavicle bone right above her slutty crop top.

The way he was touching her made every nerve in her body tingle. She was melting beneath him as his hands worked every curve of her toned body. His hands pushed their way up her stomach and tore the crop top off, revealing the bra he’d be curious about since first sight. She was yelling at him, telling him not to worry about what she does or who she talks to but not convincingly as her confident hands were undoing his wranglers and trying to push them down as far as she could.

The way his peach fuzzy face brushed against her skin made the thin string of supposed panties she was wearing wetter and wetter. She could barely catch her breath as his strong hands she had been staring at all night were digging into her ass, palming her cheeks and squeezing them together. The smell of warm cologne and a little bit of beer overtook her but she didn’t mind it one bit. She pushed his flannel off his shoulders, dropping it on to the disgusting bathroom floor to be stepped on and ran over and then the same with his white v-neck shirt she pulled off after.

She squealed in surprise when instead of undoing her bra he just pulled the cups down for even quicker access to her tits. His mouth was instantly attached to one of her nipples as he alternated mouth and thumb on each. Her moans filled the small bathroom and if it weren’t for the loud band outside then surely the entire bar would have heard their escapade.

He took his hands away from her ass for a second, just long enough to watch her squeeze out of her shorts so he could grab her thighs and wrap them around his body. He used his newly free hands to push those flimsy panties to the side and slide his hands across her folds.

Something about the rough and callusy hands seemed contradictory to the way they softly moved inside her. First one finger, then two quickly pushed inside her, and moved rapidly while just grazing her clit he found so easily. It felt so good and only encouraged her to reach down a rub that hard cock pushing into her thigh, only after looking him right in the eyes and licking the inside of her hand so she could easily start jerking him off. He almost came on the spot.

Her small hand circling him and trying to milk him for everything he had was becoming too much. It was steamy and loud and yet so hot he could barely breathe inside that stall. Instead of letting her continue he used one hand to push her panties aside and his other to take command of his cock and guide it right into her. Somehow, he managed to fill her to the absolutely brim but still was able to go harder.

The walls shook and the door opened, someone else walking into the two stall bathroom. He stopped for a minute, buried deep inside her and used his mouth to quiet hers. The way they kissed was electric, like their lips were made for each other. She melted as he put everything he had into the dirty kisses being directed toward her.

As soon as they heard the door close and knew they were alone again, they continued driving into each other as if they had never been humped before. He had her bouncing all over and taking every ride she could on him before the trip was up. Her pussy clenched around him like it was made for him and she was so wet he could hear it almost as much as he could feel it. She shared her grasps between his shoulders and reaching down to squeeze his balls she felt smacking up against her until the sting started to take over.

“Fuck,” he groaned and she could tell he was about to explode inside her. She took advantage of it and clenched around him, pulling him in even tighter if even possible even though she was so wet she barely could. Out of nowhere her head fell backward and was quickly followed by his as they both lost themselves in each other and the hot cum surrounding them.

Minutes later he set her down and watched her pull her bra and shorts back up. She looked around them for her top while he zipped his jeans and grabbed their shirts stuck together in the corner.

“The kids are with Lemon and Lavon for the night, so I thought we could check this off our list.” She grinned playfully, but there was nothing playful about it to him. The look was exuding pure sex to him, still. And now they could check this scenario off of their bucket list.

Wade exhaled and decided that after that working Friday nights became his favorite thing. So did Lemon and Lavon. As he followed his wife out of the bathroom and out toward the back exit of the bar, he saw the faces of everyone standing outside the bathroom. Tonight they got a country concert and a show.

I think I need Jesus.

[weezxo-blog]

You’re My Religion

OK guys, this is my very first attempt at writing a fan fic, or anything to be honest! Please excuse any mistakes/bad grammar. I tried my best with this, but am far from a pro! I hope you can see past any mistakes, and enjoy the story anyhow. This is heavily based on Lana Del Rey lyrics, which I feel fit so well with JDM. He always comes to mind when I listen to her songs. Below are the ones I’ve used the lyrics from in the story for reference, if interested. Feedback welcome :) 

Lana Del Rey - Gods and Monsters

Echo and The Bunnymen -  The Killing Moon

Lana Del Rey - Yayo

Pairing: Negan/Louise (original character)

Summary: Louise is a part time singer, playing local bars in her small town at the weekends. The night started like any other, until a handsome stranger walks in, changing everything. Louise is in her mid twenties, with long dark hair and blue eyes. Quite petite.

Warnings: Language, sexual themes

Friday 9pm. The bar was relatively quiet, with only a handful of regulars perched at the bar, eyes fixed on the TV. The place didn’t usually come alive til later, so I was confident I’d still pull a crowd. I sang here regularly, and was good friends with the owner Matt. We had been friends since high school. The bar was one of the only ones in town that had live music on a regular basis. I used to work here at one point, serving drinks a few years back. It became my second home. When I wasn’t working, I’d be hanging with my large group of friends. Playing pool, and participating in the odd karaoke night. Singing had always been a passion of mine, and something I enjoyed immensely. Plus the extra cash always came in handy, in addition to my day job as a florist.

I fixed my make up in the bathroom. Swiping my signature red lipstick across my lips. The perfect contrast to my long, dark hair, and black mini tea dress. I loved the ritual of getting dolled up. It put me in character for my set. Even though it was just a bar, I always gave it my all. ‘Louise, can I get you a drink or something?’ Matt yelled from the other side of the door. ‘Nah, I’m good Matt. I’m on the water. Save the drink til after the set.’ I smiled. Checking myself over one last time. Perfect.

I stepped on stage, fixing my mic stand, and checked over my guitar tuning one last time. The room was dim, with only the bar lights glowing. Even though the October air was cold, the heat in the small bar was already rising. There was a heaviness to it. I felt the familiar feeling of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. It sounded silly, but I always got nervous before I sang. The intimacy of a small crowd made it much more personal.

Two songs in, and the bar was already starting to fill, and any sign of stage fright had gone. A rush of cool air hit my body as the door opened, causing my hair to blow back off my face. I Looked over to the door, where I saw him For the first time. Tall, with slicked back hair, and angular features, his long, lean body towered over the crowd. His black biker jacket fit perfectly over broad shoulders, and black jeans sat low on his hips. It was like he moved in slow motion. Everything in the room became a blur, and of unimportance. He was like no one else. Taken aback, my voice hitched as I sang. I watched him casually saunter up to the bar. Hunched over the wooden top, resting an arm on the edge, he waited patiently to be served. He looked quite a bit older than myself. Not that I minded. Older men were always my preference. He had an air of confidence about him…bordering on cockiness. 

 ‘In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, lookin’ to get fucked hard. Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, Life imitates art You got that medicine I need Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me God’s dead, I said ‘baby that’s alright with me’

. As if reading my thoughts, he turned to face me, locking eyes as I sang. My heart raced. His gaze was intense. I felt a vulnerability wash over me, but I couldn’t break my eyes away from his. It was as if every word I sang had been written about him. I picked up my acoustic. ‘This next song is a cover, and one of my all time favourites….I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.’

‘Under a blue moon I saw you  So soon you’ll take me  Up in your arms  Too late to beg you or cancel it  Though I know it must be the killing time  Unwillingly mine Fate  Up against your will  Through the thick and thin  He will wait until  You give yourself to him’ 

No one else mattered. It was just him and I. His eyes broke from mine, only to start a slow descent down my body. As he drank in my appearance, exploring my every curve, I felt almost body conscious. Like a shy teenage girl again. I wanted to know his thoughts. I can’t remember the last time a man had an impact like this on me. I needed to pull myself together. I added some extra sass to my swaying hips, and pouted my lips, acting as care free as possible. Eventually his eyes made their way back to mine, causing me to bite down on my lower lip. What felt like a private one on one show, got cut short with the arrival of his drink. Bourbon on the rocks…of course he was a whiskey man. I watched as he wrapped his long, slender fingers round the glass, bringing it to his lips. Sipping down the amber liquid slowly, he turned back to me. 

For the rest of my set, our eyes continued to meet. He was a hard character to read, not giving much away in his facial expression, but I could tell he was as intrigued with me, as I was with him.

‘Put me onto your black motorcycle 50’s baby doll dress for my “I do” It only takes two hours to Nevada I wear your sparkle, you call me your mama Let me put on a show for you, daddy Let me put on a show Let me put on a show for you, tiger Let me put on a show ‘

As I sang the final note of the song, the busy bar applauded. Setting his drink down on the bar top, my man of mystery clapped with the rest of the room. A slight devilish smirk played on his lips as he watched me set down my guitar and step down from the stage. He had trouble written all over him, and I was desperate to know more.

Taking in a deep breath, I made my way over to the bar, making sure to slip in to the space between him and the next man. Waiting to be served, we both stood there in silence. He knew I was there. Looking down at his drink, he swirled the liquid round the glass, his low, gravelly voice breaking the silence, after what felt like a lifetime. ‘That’s quite a voice you have there.’ My god, he sounded divine. Turning to face me, i saw his features for the first time in detail. Faint lines surrounded his dark eyes, that deepened when he smiled. Rough, silver stubble covered his face, but couldn’t hide those dimples that were underneath. He was beautiful. ‘Thank you, I hope you enjoyed it?’ I responded, coyly tucking a piece of my long, dark hair behind my ear.  ‘Enjoy it? Sweetheart, hearing you tonight was the most enjoyment I’ve had since fuck knows when.’ I felt my cheeks burn red. ‘Can’t say I’ve seen you in here before?’ I pried. Leaning my hip against the bar, now fully facing him. ’ Well i ain’t really a regular. Just stop in by some places when I’m out riding. Usually when my wonderful wife is busting my balls about shit.’ He had a wife. My heart sank. I tried to hide the disappointment on my face, giving a half hearted chuckle at his response. ‘I’m Negan.’ He outstretched his hand. His wide grin showed his perfect white teeth. ‘Louise.’ I placed my hand in his, which was much larger than mine, and surprisingly softer than I anticipated. The heat from his palm radiated through my body. I was literally putty in his hands. ‘Can I buy you a drink Louise?’ Damn. I had to play this cool. Or at least Pretend to. ‘Yeah, sure. Why not? I’ll have what you’re having.’ He raised his brows, almost surprised. ‘A girl after my own heart.’

The next thirty minutes felt like a dream. We grabbed our drinks and headed to a small table at the back of the bar. It was much darker, making his features appear in soft focus. ‘So how long you been doing this for, superstar?’ I sighed. ‘Good question…Umm, about 6 years if my memory serves me correctly. I’ve always sang though. I was in the school chior until i was 16.’ I smiled. ‘Wow, the chior? Looking all innocent and shit?’ You must have been such a good girl in high school.’ He teased. Eyebrows arched. ‘Ha, if only you knew the half.’ I shook my head, taking a sip of whiskey. ‘Oh I can already tell you have a mischevious side. Look at that smile.’ Pointing at my face. ‘Hell, it got my attention.’ He winked. I lowered my head, trying to hide my blushing cheeks that were already red from the alcohol. ‘Your guitar playing is also pretty damn impressive.’ He looked at me with a seriousness. ‘I play a little too…although not as good as you, Miss Smarty Pants.’ I shot him an over dramatic look, raising a hand to my mouth. He let out a soft chuckle, taking another sip of his drink. ‘Maybe I can teach you sometime?’ ‘Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.’ Licking his lips through a toothy grin. ‘So what about you Negan? What do you do for a living?’ ‘Excuse me, but that’s coach Negan to you young lady.’ ‘Coach? As in school coach?!’ ‘Yes as in school coach. Someone has to keep those sorry shits in line and make them do some damn exercise.’ ‘Wow, I was not expecting that! I’m glad you weren’t my teacher.’ I teased. ‘Darlin’ I can promise you’d have wished I was.’ My face was seriously burning up. A Cheshire cat like grin spread across his face, showcasing those dimples. Brushing off his comment, I continued. ‘I’m guessing it’s not at the school here?’ ‘No, next town. At the high school.’ I couldn’t stay in a town this small. I get bored easy. And what about you baby girl? You got a some weird ass day job too, I should know about?’ ‘Haha, no not really. I’m a florist. Flowers are my shit.’ I replied in ma matter of fact way. He gave his head a slight nod to the side, pouting his lips. ‘Nice.’ ‘What’s your favourite flower?’ 'What’s my favourite flower?!’ I laughed. 'Can’t say I’ve ever been asked that by a guy before.’ 'Darlin’, I ain’t like other men.’ 'You don’t say…Well if you really want to know, it would have to be black calla lilies. They’re dark and mysterious, a bit like myself.’ I winked. 'Haha, you’re definitely dark and mysterious. Got me wanting to know more, let me tell you.’ From there on, we chatted about everything. 

From music, and movies, to his dogs, and favourite bourbon. Talking to him was easy. It wasn’t like having a conversation with an awkward young guy. The type that usually tried to chat me up when I played. Negan was different. He was confident. A man that knew what he wanted, and skipped the bullshit. I’d never met anyone like him, yet it felt like I’d known him forever. ‘I’m telling you, Knob Creek wins, hands down! That’s some classic shit right there.’ Pointing to the liquid in his glass, his voice full of passion, and eyebrows raised. ‘I don’t know…doesn’t taste a whole lot different from Jack to me.’ I playfully pondered. Deliberately winding him up. ‘Is that so young lady?’ We stared at eachother in silence, for what felt like a lifetime. The authoritive tone of his voice sent a heat soaring between my legs. I imagined all dirty things he could say with that mouth. Crossing over my legs in attempt to relieve some of the pressure, my foot lightly grazed his leg, causing his eyes to dart to mine. I didn’t mean to touch him, but it certainly didn’t look like he minded. I let my foot linger against him, enjoying any form of contact. ‘Are you flirting with me doll?’ He toyed, smiling into his glass as he lifted it to his lips. ‘What if I was?’ I mirrored his actions, sipping slowly on my drink, trying to hide my smile. There was another pause of silence between us. Suddenly I felt his finger tips brush against my foot under the table. Heat soared through my body at his touch. His eyes bore into me with a look I hadn’t seen yet. They were dark, with almost an urgency to them. A hunger. His hand moved further up my leg, stopping at my calf. ‘So Louise. Tell me, what other hobbies you got? Other than music of course.’ Was he seriously asking me this right now?! His hand moved to the back of my calf, massaging the muscle firmly, working his way down to my ankle. My lips parted, barely able to form words. ‘Umm, I….I enjoy photography, and working out.’ I stammered. ‘Working out, huh?’ I can feel that. These legs of yours are delicious.’ He purred, with heavy eyes. Trying my hardest to keep it together for the sake of my dignity, remembering I was in a public place, I managed to muster out a sentence. ‘What are your hobbies?’ He leaned slightly closer over the table. ‘Maybe if you hang around a little longer, I’ll show you exactly what my hobbies include.’ Licking his lips suggestively. I was too caught up in his words and touch to come up with anything coherent to say. He knew exactly what he was doing. The smug expression on his face said it all.

 Whatever was about to happen next, came to a grinding hault, by the unwelcome sting of house lights. ‘Fucking god damn it.’ Negan hissed, eyes scrunched, swinging back in his seat. He sounded as disappointed as I felt. Snapped back to reality, I sat up in my chair, uncrossing my legs, trying to process how the hell things escalated so quickly. ‘Everybody out!’ Bouncer Brian wasn’t in mood to fuck around tonight. Knowing that we’d be allowed to stay, I made Negan an offer. ‘You know, we’ve got time for another drink? If you want to of course.’ I hoped that didn’t sound as desperate as it came out. He sighed. ‘While I’d absolutely love to get shit faced with you sweetheart, I gotta be able to ride home in one piece.’ He smiled. ‘Oh, of course. Silly me!’ My fake smile barely hiding my disappointment for the second time tonight. Shit, what was I thinking anyway? This totally wasn’t my style. Sure, I liked to flirt, but with a married man I had just met? He had me under his spell. Gulping down the last of his drink, he stood up, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. ‘You smoke?’ ‘Not in a good few years. Could use some fresh air though. It’s far too hot in here .’ Fanning myself down with my hand. He smiled, outstreching his arm for me to pass, as we headed towards the door. 

 The fresh autumn air was crisp, bringing a slight bite to my flushed cheeks. Negan leaned against the wall, lighting up his cigarette. Taking in a long draw, causing his cheeks to hollow. The way that cigarette hung from his lips made him look ridiculously sexy. I just wanted to drink in his appearance. He let out a slow exhale, the smoke disappearing into the cool, night air. ‘Is this your bike?’ It was a Harley. It had to be his. It looked as bad ass as he did. ‘Sure is. She’s my baby.’ I touched the cold metal frame, looking it over in closer detail. ‘She’s a beauty.’ I had always had a facination with bikes, and had been meaning to get my licence for quite some time. 'You ride?’ Intrigued by my enthusiasm. 'Well I can, but I don’t have a licence.’ 'Oh you naughty girl.’ He shook his head, lips curling through his snigger. Pushing himself off gainst the wall, he dragged his free hand over his mouth, staring off into the distance in thought. ‘You know, I could give you a ride home sweetheart? His proposition caught me off guard. I turned quickly to face him. He had a playful glint in his eye. My imagination ran wild, painting a picture of us riding through the darkness, wind in my hair, and arms wrapped tight around his body. ‘Well? What do you say?’ His husky voice brought me back to reality. As much as the thought made my heart race, I couldn’t allow it to happen. After all, I’d only just met the man. ‘Oh it’s ok, my friend, the owner of this place is driving me home soon. I almost instantly regretted my decision. ‘He likes to know I get home safe.’ Negan raised his eyebrows. ‘You implying I wouldn’t take care of you baby doll?’ resting his thumb on his lower lip. ‘No, of course not, I didn’t mean…’ ‘I know sweetheart, I’m just fucking with you.’ We laughed, staring at eachother with lust filled eyes. A calm silence followed. Taking one last drag on his cigarette, Negan tossed it to the ground, stamping the bud out. Exhaling, he walked towards me, stopping only feet apart from me. ‘It’s a real shame though. I’m pretty positive you’d have enjoyed the ride’. He looked down at me, biting his bottom lip through his smile. His scent was intoxicating. A combination of cigarettes and cologne. I felt myself getting wet at the sheer overload on my senses. It was almost unbearable to be this close to him. 'Maybe next time?’ I implied, looking up at him doe eyed. 'Abso-fuckin’-lutely baby girl.’ We stood in the quiet. He towered over my petite frame. He could have consumed me, if his stare hadn’t already done so. 'Well I guess I better hit the road before my wife finds something else to fucking yell at me for.’ He closed the space between us, bending his head down to kiss my cheek. His stubble lightly grazing my face. 'It was very fucking nice meeting you tonight Louise.’ I loved hearing him say my name. I could listen to it on repeat forever. 'It was nice meeting you too Negan. I’m singing here in two weeks again, if you happen to be out on the prowl.’ Winking at him suggestively as he mounted his bike. 'Can’t come soon enough.’ Assuring me he’d be there. 'Goodnight sweetheart. You take care of your pretty little self.’ 'You too Negan.’ I shouted, waving him off. 

 And with that, he was gone. Suddenly aware of the cold air and silence around me, i crossed my arms close to my body, and headed back inside. Most people had now left the bar. 'That looked cozy.’ Matt smiled and winked, wiping down the bar top. 'Oh please, we were just talking.’ Not fooling him, or myself with my response. Taking a seat at the bar, I sighed, staring into space. 'Does he come here often?’ Matt raised his eyebrow, giving a small smirk. 'Not really. I’d say maybe a couple times a month or something. Usually keeps himself to himself. Looks deep in thought most of the time.’ 'So you haven’t really seen him chat up other girls, or whatever?’ I tried making my questions as casual as possible. 'Nope, can’t say I’ve seen him.’ I knew I shouldn’t be getting involved with a married man. It was trouble waiting to happen. But trouble excited me. There was something different about Negan. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I bet he had a girls falling for him in every bar. I wondered why he was so open about having a wife? Was I just a number to him? How often did he do this sort of thing? I just didn’t get it. Most guys would go to the ends of the earth to hide that sort of thing, with his intentions being so obvious. My mind was in a million places. 'Louise! Hey.’ Matt snapped his fingers, trying to get my attention. 'Time to go! Let’s hit the road.’ I had a feeling this would be a fucking long two weeks…

[shaddy-bee]

I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful.  Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it. 

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.

[drawgreenday]

YAAALLL (detective work + lil contest)

So i managed to reach over 250 of yall that follow me!! .......why though quq

Anyways, to celebrate this occasion (and the fact that I still don’t understand why any of yall actually like my stupid doodles) I’m gonna do a little something to get you guys more involved than just submitting things to me and waiting like 3 days for me to get to it (my ask box is a war zone im drowning in suggestions yall). 

Basically what I’m doing is holding a little doodle contest and a small detective work thing! But I’m not just gonna have yall do this without a lil something in return, yknow?

!!!!!!THERE WILL BE ART REWARDS!!!!!!

and I don’t mean like my regular doodles, I mean as if I was gonna do a commission or a request, like so:

So how do you get art rewards??? Well...

Firstly! I’m usually the one making up doodles to your suggestions yknow? But I’m gonna turn the tables on YALL for a hot second. “But what if I can’t draw?” some may ask, and I don’t care if the best you can do is stick figures, i wanna see how creative yall are!!!! “uummm didnt you make this to draw our suggestions?” ...yes good point but I wanna see what yall can do, yknow!!!

For this one, I’m having three prompts for yall to draw (or write if you wanna!) out! I’ll pick two people from this! The first winner will be based on creativity and how well they responded to the prompt!!! Second one will be based on artistic ability/if when i see their style i scream that I want them to murder me with their glorious godly pencil/tablet pen!!! “just give us the prompts already damn” ok fine u killjoy

✩ First prompt! Super sugoi desu kawaii school girl Green Day

✩ Second Prompt! Tré being... well... Tré

✩ Third Prompt! Green Day vs Muse/My Chemical Romance/ or [insert band of your choosing] ((this can be rly funny or rly violent whatever floats ur boat))

✩ to show me ur art, you can either submit it here, or post it and tag it with #drawgreenday250, whatever floats your boat!

Secondly! “Detective work” you may ask? “What the fuck kinda sherlock holmes lookin ass scavenger hunt does this raccoon want us to go on??” you may wonder? WELL, this raccoon wants to see how good yall are at picking up context clues and finding out my “””secret identity”””.... I am an enigma wrapped in another enigma shrouded in 3 sideblogs and trash merch.... (also this second one seems like a Bad Idea but at the same time I’ve been watching Internet Historian a lot lately and I’m in a ‘sleuthing mood’ yknow???)

“this doesn’t sound fun”/”is this a shitty self promo thing”/”oh shit you watch internet historian too!!!” then don’t do it/no i’m just like legit in the mood for some sherlock type shit i mean have you watched internet historian and how those dudes he talks about took down Shia like so fast??? that is a mood i wanna achieve/HELL YEAH

What do yall do for this?

✩ just find my main blog that’s it it shouldn’t be that hard to find and this should be an easy win if you don’t wanna draw because I understand that motivation and art block are real things even when given prompts/ideas to do but you can’t force yourself to draw because when you do it turns out Not Good and it discourages you from drawing for a while. wait no that’s just me? damn.

✩ but yeah first person to send me an ask on here (not on anon) with my url OR messages me via my main blog gets a drawing and a personalized “u tried star” with benadryl cumbersnatch’s face on it!!!

Those are the two options!! Shitty but this is my first time doing something like this!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaa!!! I keep screaming!!!!!!!!!

Anyways... I keep saying art rewards but what exactly is it again?

Well, the three chosen ones will receive:

✩ actually nice drawings (like the ones pictured above) of any person/character they want! (with a nice simple background). ((If you win srry m8 but no heavy nsfw stuff, i can’t draw furries, and limited to one person in the drawing so I can give u ur art on time))

✩ personalized u tried stars based on the category! (but nice u tried stars. FancyTM ones.)

!!!prompt submissions are due august 5th!!! anything after that won’t be counted!!

but yeah.

that’s it

...I don’t know how to do this properly sorry once more but let me just finish this off by saying that I just really love yall and I wouldn’t’ve gotten to this point without yall and your support of my shitty doodles. Doing these doodles has also really helped me to do more with my art and improve and feel better and it’s really nice to know that there are people that actually like my art and terrible doodles and are just so kind and welcoming and amazing to me. I’ve been on this hellsite for so long but I’ve always felt like an outsider of every single community/fandom I’ve been a part of. I’ve been a fan of green day since I came fresh outta the womb (kidding actually since I was 4) and it just makes me so happy to know that there’s such a kind community for the band that’s helped shape me into who I am today and who I aspire to be in the future. This community feels so inviting and warm and all the people I’ve met, although not many, have just been so sweet and wonderful. sure there will be ups and downs, as it happens in every community, but throughout all the time i’ve been on the internet, the green day community has always remained relatively sweet and kind and I feel like yall are a family to me at this point... I don’t know many of yall or talk to yall but I just want yall to know that I’m proud to be part of this with each and every single one of you. and I’m forever grateful for all that kindness that yall have shown me in the past 3-4 years since I started to get involved in the online community. Thank You all, and i’m gonna cry in my cubicle now quq;;

[madkingangrel]

Which characters should you fight (ft. Fire emblem awakening antagonists

Aversa Winner: You As long as you don’t succumb to her feminine charm, kick that raven wannabe on a horse’s ass from here to Valm. sure, MAYBE she has a fucked up past and her real name isn’t even aversa but she tried to murder a fucking child and literally grima wouldn’t exist without her so as far as I’m concerned fuck her UP. however do be cautious, as lords more powerful than you have fallen victim to the sway of her hips and like I said: S H E F U C K I N G C R E A T E D G R I M A. approach with caution. Gangrel Winner: Depends honestly the mad king is an emotional guy and who wins depends on what he’s feeling. there’s a 50/50 chance this depressed motherfucker with literally throw himself at your sword and if he misses he’ll try the fuck again. but make no mistake, if the blood of the mad king of plegia runneth in this bitch you better runneth the fuck the other way because his levin sword will be so far up your ass your tongue will become an electrical hazard. All while he’s got that menacing glint in his eyes screaming EENIE MEENIE MOE! he doesn’t even say it right. approach with prior knowledge of his emotional state. Mustafa Winner: You sure, he’s a big brawny guy, but a softie at heart and honestly not as strong as the likes of gangrel or yen'fay (and he’s pretty nakey). but is there any honor in striking down this motherfucker where he stands? come on, he WAS GONNA LET YOU PASS IF YOU’D JUST SURRENDER. but did you? No. You only think about yourself. Killing Mustafa would be like shooting a mockingbird right after a madman forced your sister to her death and the mockingbird is letting your soldiers go and even ALLOWING ITS OWN TO RETREAT. so show some fucking RESPECT for that mockingbird. Not only that, but I, personally, will come fight you if you choose to fight Mustafa. Approach if you’re the dickiest of dick heads and you want to go down in history as a fucking chump. Excellus Winner: You, and whoever else joins the fight There’s no need to even try with this bottomfeeding motherfucker. Literally all you have to do is post a sign at camp that says “IM GONNA GO KILL EXCELLUS LOLZ” and his head will be on a stick before the hour is out. THE WHOLE CAMP wants this man dead. Even the people on HIS side would beat the shit out of him just for the lulz. Sure, he’s got some flashy fire magic and can teleport sometimes, but is he any match for, I don’t know, EVERYONE? That’s right, EVERYONE will assist you in showing this chickenshit fucklord what’s what. You may very well unite the world over a shared desire to fertilize the daisies with this motherfucker. Shit, you’d be a HERO! why aren’t you JUMPING at the opportunity to turn this valmese worm man inside out?! Approach under literally any circumstances. Cervantes Winner: Cervantes I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “oh, this lil motherfucker looks like the guy from the pringles can.” And you’re fucking right. But little does your bitch ass know mr. pringle pack more punch than a spicy jalepeno pringle. Once he pops (your eye out of your fucking skull), HE CANT STOP. and his can is made out of fucking SILVER so even if your hungry for some chips lookin ass could even GET NEAR him you couldn’t harm him in any way. Cervantes hasn’t shaved since he started winning battles and you’re damn certain not gonna be the reason he goes clean shaven again. the only good that could come from fighting Cervantes is that the last thing you see is his luscious, glorious mustache. You’re better off just asking him to help you kill excellus. Approach with a passionate alliance with Lays potato chips. Yen'fay Winner: 50/50 Much like roller coasters and spicy takis, yen'fay is not for the faint of heart. He survived two hits from fucking WALHART, what else did you expect?! But consider this: does yen'fay want to fight you? Unless say'ri will be endangered if he doesn’t fight you, I don’t think you could get him to draw his sword. He’s a sad sad man who doesn’t wanna see any more blood, and who are you to force it on him? Chances are this fight wouldn’t even happen. If it does, however, you better hope there’s another you in another timeline with survivor guilt because the one in THIS timeline is going the fuck DOWN. approach with sadness :-( Walhart Winner: swear on ur TIMBS you don’t already know who wins Ever heard the story of David and Goliath? Walhart is Goliath and you’re the sorry looking amoeba on David’s left nut. Not even a big impressive amoeba. The tiniest most pathetic fucking amoeba. Not only is walhart literally ten feet taller than you, I guarantee he is far, far angrier than you. About everything. He fucking decimated almost the entire world and you’re sitting here thinking you have the slightest chance? He might be the lobster but it’s you who’s gonna get burned alive and eaten for fucking BRUNCH. with BUTTER. This is one hardcore vegetarian. Approach with offerings of carrots. Validar Winner: probably you Validar is more of a puppet master than anything. He has complete dominion over his family and aversa, so as long as you’re not any of those go right ahead and fight him. but will you be able to take him seriously? honestly this motherfucker looks like murdoc from Gorillaz™ went to college and had an experimental fashion phase. And then aged like 80 years. Plegia swears this is their “human king, definitely a member of mankind,” but one look can tell you that’s a load of bullshit. look at him! he green! Even if war crimes did exist in the fire emblem universe, killing validar would be less like homicide and more like poaching. idk how robin turned out as a regular human but he/she is one lucky dragon child. So snap this praying mantis lookin motherfucker’s bones before he can say “Hail Gr*ma” and move tf on. Approach nonchalantly. Grima Winner: oh u must think ur fuckin funny Lemme let you in a secret. *leans in* GRIMA IS FUCKING INVINCIBLE. EVEN HERO KING FUCKING MARTH COULD ONLY PUT HIM TO SLEEP. Grima could fell everyone else on this list at once with one swoop of his tail. He’s so fucking powerful, if you defeat him in-game, the game is like “nah must’ve been a fluke” and starts you back where you were pre-defeating grima.The only way you could defeat this bad motherfucker is if you are one with this bad motherfucker. In which case, congratulations, you are Grima and are therefore exempt from everything on this list. But for the rest of y'all WEAKLINGS it’s back to the barracks for you. No Grima hunting today. Approach with DONT FUCKING APPROACH HIM YOU DICK.

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Devil May Cry 5 All Weapons Guide

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All Weapons Guide for Devil May Cry 5, featuring the in-game model images and descriptions by Nico, as well as how to get them and tips. If you want to learn more about DMC5, see our Enemies and Bosses guides as well!

All Weapons in DMC 5

There are 23 unique weapons in the Devil May Cry 5, however, each character will have their own sets of weapons. (Robotic Arms for Nero, Rebellion for Dante and Cane for V.) Some weapons can perform special attacks or can transform into other variations. Learn their features is the key to defeat the horde of demons.

This guide contains weapon unlock spoilers!

Nero’s Weapons Red Queen Blue Rose Overture Helter Skelter Punch Line Gerbera Tomboy Rawhide Ragtime Buster Arm V’s Weapons V’s Cane

Dante’s Weapons Rebellion Devil Sword Sparda Devil Sword Dante Balrog Cavaliere King Cerberus Ebony & Ivory Coyote-A Kalina Ann Kalina Ann II Double Kalina Anna Dr. Faust

Nero’s Red Queen

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: Pressing L2 at the right time will charge the weapon instantly, giving you better, flashier combo power and hitting harder. Make sure to master this technique!

Useful to Know: A newbie- friendly combo is to press Back on L and hold triangle to launch enemies into the air. Here, you will want to use “Roulette Spin” to toy with your enemy on air without damage danger, before crashing down with a dash. Follow up with Devil Breaker action and any regular on ground combo.

“Sticking a combustion engine on a sword to add some oomph to its blows…pretty slick idea. Seems like Daddy drew up the base design.

You took the design and souped it up to make this here Red Queen. I gotta tell ya, I couldn’t help but laugh the first time I saw it. No one in their right mind would dream up a rig like this.

Without demon blood in your veins, dang thing’d go flyin’ outta your hand instead of into some bad guy”

Nero’s Blue Rose

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: Charging up your weapon is a great way to stagger enemies. Hold the fire button (square) and watch for the glow to fill up!

Useful to Know: Whilst Blue Rose is not great at dealing damage, it is very useful for keeping your combos going and for assisting you in breaking enemy guard with a barrage. Combine with the Devil Breaker for some flashy action.

“Red Queen and Blue Rose… Lookin’ at these two monsters, I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just freakin’ crazy.

A six-chamber revolver that fires two shots at a time? What kinda whackjob thinks up something like that?

And the may the bottom shell breaks through armor first, only for the top shell to follow up and pierce the target’s body… Who the hell came up with that crazy idea!? …Ahhh, who am I kiddin’? I love it!”

Nero’s Overture

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: Useful for AOE damage

Useful to Know: The most basic of the devil breakers, but very useful for getting out of sticky situations if you’re surrounded. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 500 red orbs

“The first arm I made for your sorry ass after you lost your old one.

It’s got a plain-Jane design you can wear just about anywhere without drawing too many glances. Still, if they knew about the electric generator I jammed inside that puppy, they’d be shocked—maybe literally! Still, should be more than enough to take out any scrub demons you come across.

Like the name implies, the Overture is just the prelude to the other beauties I’ve got knocking around the ol’ brain”

Nero’s Helter Skelter

Unlocked: Early Nero Missions

Main Tip: The charge attack is very powerful, transforming you into a drill

Useful to Know: The regular attack is not as good as other devil breakers, but the charge makes up for it. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 1000 red orbs

“There was this weird slide in the park near my house when I was a kid, see? That’s where I got the inspiration for this design.

The simple design concentrates all the power into the tip to really drill the point home to your enemies. It has a kind of beautiful precision, don’t you think?

I made sure it’s able to grab stuff, but just barely…in all honesty, I kinda wanna take out that function. Really streamline the thing, y’know?”

Nero’s Punch Line

Unlocked: Defeat Goliath Boss on Mission 02

Main Tip: Throw it out while you fight and it will deal damage and keep your combo going. Make sure you aren’t hit!

Useful to Know: The regular attack is really good for combo sustaining, the special charged attack can be driven around and knocks enemies into the air in a flashy fashion. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 500 red orbs

“I analyzed that sample we got from Goliath and used the materials to make this powerhouse.

The propellant injection device is based on the combustion mechanism in that numbskull’s demon tummy.

Its basically a rocket-powered punch, but I bet a show-off like you could go along for the ride if ya like.”

Nero’s Gerbera

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: Excellent for dodging and staying in the air, use it to keep enemies airborne or to prop yourself up to far-off ledges.

Useful to Know: The regular attack dodges forward, make sure you use this together with nero’s air hike and (later on triple hike) skills to reach all areas of the map. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 500 red orbs

“I thought up this beauty while gazing at a bed of flowers—African daisies, to be precise. What? Can’t a girl have a little grace in her gear box!?

The petal-shaped parts act as a complex reverberatory furnace. That furnace generates an intense heat that can be shot out as a shockwave.

And that shockwave ain’t no one-trick pony, lemme tell ya. Attack, defense, even movement—this baby can do it all!”

Nero’s Tomboy

Unlocked: ??

Main Tip: Adds a flame sword to your attacks, giving you extra power for each blow. It stacks with Exceed so it can be devastating. Make sure you aren’t hit!

Useful to Know: The regular attack is a fast flame attack. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 1000 red orbs

“Uh, I think I might’ve overdone it this time.

I wanted to craft somethin’ to power up your sword and gun, but the output on this thing borders on absurd. You might even have a little trouble wrangling it.

But hey, what guy doesn’t like a piece that’s a little hard to handle? Treat her right and she’s bound to come around.”

Nero’s Rawhide

Unlocked: Defeat Gilgamesh in Mission 06

Main Tip: Can be used to grapple stronger enemies that are normally not grabbable.

Useful to Know: The regular attack is rather disappointing, creating a wire-net, but it can rack up your combo as it hits multiple enemies. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 1000 red orbs

“That underworld metal we got off of Gilgamesh is known for the shocks it produces. But get this: instead of just using it to shoot more shockwaves, I developed an arm that stretches out into a thin, powerful weapon!

It’s stronger than your wire, too, so I bet some of the enemies you can’t normally pull in won’t pose much of a problem with this one. Course, you could always just wind it around one and slice them to ribbons. Hey, whatever turns your crank.”

Nero’s Ragtime

Unlocked: Defeat Elder the Geryon Knight

Main Tip: This is not only useful for slowing down enemies, but also you can slow down environmental traps! Particularly good in a later mission to get all collectibles.

Useful to Know: ????. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 2000 red orbs

“Bending the laws of time and space is a hell of a feat, even for someone as awesome as me. But thanks to this Geryon chunk V brought back, I’ve done it– I’ve weaponized time itself!

Great, ain’t it? AMAZING, aren’t I??

This’ll stop even the peskiest demon in its tracks…! Until it wears off, anyway.

Man, processing that material takes some fancy handiwork. I can’t make a bunch of these, so use it wisely…and I DO mean WISELY, m’kay?”

Nero’s Buster Arm

Unlocked: ??

Main Tip: ??

Useful to Know: ????. Charge it by holding down circle. Be mindful that taking damage will destroy the breaker.

Price: 3500 red orbs

“I only had one goal in mind with this beast: recreate the demonic arm that bastard stole from you. I bet ya been itching to chuck around baddies again, am I right?

Well, rejoice! I did it! This arm lets you toss around demons like a boss, even slam them into the ground if you have the hankering!

…For a little while, anyway. But that’s as tough as I can make this sucker, dammit! I swear!”

Dante’s Rebellion

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: Dante’s default sword is very powerful. Use Swordmaster style and press circle as you do combos to get stronger output.

Useful to Know: Stinger and million stab are great gap-closers to replace nero’s grapples. Dante’s fighting style with trickster and swordmaster is the best combination for this sword.

“The sword left to Dante by his legendary demon daddy, the Dark Knight Sparda.

I’ve been slacking off on my devil sword studies, so I can’t say much, but it ain’t no normal weapon, that’s for sure.

I mean, that Yamato sword you had ganked from you has the power to separate man from demon, right? I bet this sword has some crazy powers of its own, too. But as things stand, I can’t quite figure out what they might be.”

Dante’s Devil Sword Sparda

Unlocked: Mission 10: Awaken

Main Tip: Dante’s second sword carries over the combos from the first one. Use Swordmaster style and press circle as you do combos to get stronger output.

Useful to Know: Whilst it looks a lot bulkier, the sword feels about the same as rebellion, so don’t worry about its size. Dante’s fighting style with trickster and swordmaster is the best combination for this sword.

“The sword Sparda bears more than the Dark Knight’s name: it gives off an ominous, but somehow divine, power.

I hear the thing’s brimming with demonic power, but only a few tough hombres can actually wield the dang thing.

I’d love to spend some quality time experimenting on this blade…but naw, better not. I’d only get chewed out.”

Dante’s Devil Sword Dante

Unlocked: Mission 12 Yamato

Main Tip: Dante’s third sword carries over the combos from the first two, and adds the ability to do a powerfun “Sin Devil Trigger” that deals devastating damage. Use Swordmaster style and press circle as you do combos to get stronger output.

Useful to Know: The transformation for Sin Devil Trigger can be held before releasing so you can avoid damage or stun a group of enemies. Make sure to unlock the large AOE combos as they pretty much guarantee S rankings. Dante’s fighting style with trickster and swordmaster is the best combination for this sword.

“A new devil sword born from the fusion of Rebellion and Sparda: the devil sword Dante.

Looks like Dante’s following in his daddy’s footsteps, swinging around a demon blade with his own name.

I dunno if he used his own power to fuse it with Sparda, or if it was Rebellion’s doing… Either way, anyone can see this is one hell of a new weapon.”

Dante’s Balrog

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: This close range weapon set is very good for getting high combos early on, as it does not deal massive damage but very quick hits instead.

Useful to Know: There are two movesets for this weapon, punching and kicking, and you can swap between them on the fly. As you fight, you get flames that denote a power-up state, this is the time you want to go on the offensive. Dante’s fighting style with gunslinger and royal guard is the best combination for this weapon.

“There’s an area in the underworld called Fire Hell, once ruled over by a big nasty beast named Berial. After he bit the dust, they say this even bigger badass, Balrog, inherited the burning throne.

Bad luck for him, he ran into our boy Dante, who whooped him like a rented mule and added his power to his collection of Devil Arms.

The way this thing builds up heat to unleash powerful attacks—there’s no doubt this is the power of the king of flames. Anyone else would burn to a crisp wielding this beast, but Dante’s a seasoned vet’ when it comes to handling hot stuff.”

Dante’s Cavaliere

Unlocked: Mission 11 Reason

Main Tip: This extremely unusual weapon deals exceptionally high damage in an AOE effect, and ranks up very quickly when connecting the right moves. It is, however, very slow.

Useful to Know: The moveset for this weapon is hard to master due to its slow attacks, that make them unwieldy. You can do a charge attack that rides the bike and knocks enemies into the air, which is a great way to start a fight with an air combo.

“I gotta tell ya, of all Dante’s Devil Arms, this one really butters my biscuit.

This is what happens when you jam together a bunch of demonic armor with a broken down hog. l I tried digging around under the hood myself, but I still have no dang clue how this thing works.

Hell, I even asked the man himself about it, but even Dante couldn’t explain how he threw this friggin’ freak show together.

I mean come on, a chopper turned into a sword!? Heh, make the Red Queen look like standard issue.”

Dante’s King Cerberus

Unlocked: Mission ?? Defeat King Cerberus

Main Tip: Use it to thin our large groups whilst staying mobile, dealing chip damage and doing area projectiles. It combines well with Swordmaster to maximize combos.

Useful to Know: An extremely fast and versatile weapon, does not deal high damage but has a variety of aoe and elemental combos including freezing, ice and lightning. Best used with Swordmaster and Royal Guard styles.

“Dante used to have a Devil Arm called Cerberus way back when. If Dante went and turned that one in for an upgrade, this’s what he’d end up with.

The so-called king of the Cerberus clan wasn’t just whistling Dixie, let me tell ya. This arm changes shape, releasing fire, ice, even lightning as it tears through everything in its path.

As a craftsman, I’m pretty keen to figure out how you could cram all of those powers into this one slick weapon.”

Dante’s Ebony & Ivory

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: Your default weapons are good for keeping your combo meter up, and can be charged to deal better damage.

Useful to Know: You’ll want to keep your combo meter going by using Gunslinger as you attack with other weapons. It’s not particularly deadly but it is quite fun.

“A pair of gorgeous pistols made by Nell Goldstein, gunsmith and grandma to an equally gorgeous granddaughter.

At first you might think the only difference between the two is their color, but you’d be wrong. Ebony’s all about accuracy, while Ivory’s tweaked for rapid fire.

If I had the chance I’d disassemble the pair and see what makes them tick, but now’s not the time for that.

Still, what an artist grandma was. Can’t help but be proud.”

Dante’s Coyote-A

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: This shotgun is good when charged to break up enemy guard point blank or deal some aoe damage.

Useful to Know: Situational use when chaining combos can increase your ssstylish rank, but its slower than Ebony & Ivory and not as flashy. Useful in early levels, pair with gunslinger.

“Dante molded this shotgun into an anti-demon weapon.

Compared to the sheer beauty of my grandma’s guns, this thing’s barbaric! Have you SEEN what this thing is like inside!?

It’s like blowing up a dam to put out a campfire.

Don’t get me wrong, I could make something just as gnarly…and pretty to look at, to boot. Doubt Dante would gave two shakes about that, though.”

Dante’s Kalina Ann

Unlocked: Mission 11 Reason

Main Tip: This powerful ranged weapon is a great way to start a fight. Charge it up as soon as enemies start spawning and unleash to get your combo going. It also one shots vines at lower difficulties.

Useful to Know: The Gunslinger use of this weapon, and the charged attack, both have significant recovery times that leave you open for attack. Pair with Trickster to get away!

“A multipurpose missile launcher, and Lady’s bosom buddy. She named it after her dear departed momma.

It was designed and built by some other craftsman, but after they passed away I’ve been the one she comes to for tune-ups. Believe you me, she’s real attached to this thing.

Whoever made this, I can tell they knew what they were doing, and then some. Sure wish I’d gotten the chance to meet ’em.”

Dante’s Kalina Ann II

Unlocked: Mission ??

Main Tip: A more powerful, but slower version of Kalina Ann. The charge attack is quite devastating.

Useful to Know: The Gunslinger use of this weapon, and the charged attack, both have significant recovery times that leave you open for attack. Pair with Trickster to get away!

“A replica of Lady’s Kalina Ann I fashioned from memory.

Don’t like the “II” fool you, it’s not an upgrade on the original. I made sure it didn’t stray too far from the source material.

Still, this IS me we’re talking about here…so I added a fun little something extra for when the original Kalina Ann surfaces. Might be a bit much for Lady… But Dante? Heh heh…”

Dante’s Double Kalina Anna

Unlocked: Mission ??

Main Tip: A significantly more powerful, but slower version of Kalina Ann. The charge attack is quite devastating and effective even on bosses.

Useful to Know: The Gunslinger use of this weapon, and the charged attack, both have significant recovery times that leave you open for attack. Pair with Trickster to get away!

“HA! I knew Dante had it in ‘im! He found the Kalina Ann and brought it back!

Now that coupling mechanism I hid in my Kalina Ann II won’t go to waste…I bet you can guess what that’s for now?

BOOM! Throw the two Kalina Anns together to discharge an insanely high-powered heat ray!

—-Still, a girl needs her secrets, right? So, uh…don’t tell Lady about this, m’kay?”

Dante’s Dr. Faust

Unlocked: Mission 13 Three Warriors (Dante)

Main Tip: This weapon may cost you a lot of red orbs if you use it at the wrong time, it is best to remove from your inventory while you learn how to use it – go to the void!

Useful to Know: Enemies under the effect of this weapon will get a little hat on their heads, attack them to get your Orbs. Mastery of this tool is complex, and it’s advisable that you leave it for when you’re more confident in your skills and moves, and familiar with mission layout and enemy composition.

“I built this here Devil Arm based off Daddy’s old research. Got the name Faust from the demon I based this design concept off of.

It fires crystallized demon blood like bullets…y’know, Red Orbs? I also made sure it causes any demon it hits to cough up a butt-load of blood.

Amazing, ain’t it!? You’d have to be a few beers short of a six-pack to pass up a Devil Arm like this.”

V’s Cane

Unlocked: Default

Main Tip: V’s special DT attack that eliminates enemies in an area is not as useful as it sounds in lower difficulties, prioritize other skills instead.

Useful to Know: When you teleport to an enemy to finish them off, you’re still open to damage – be mindful of this and keep a good look of the battlefield to avoid being hit. Additionally, you can still direct Shadow and Griffon as you perform your executes, so ensure you’re always on the offensive.

“That cane V’s always lugging around. I took the liberty of checking it out once, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Sure, the metal’s a good conduit for demonic power and all…but there must be more to it than that.

Well, who knows. Maybe he does just use it to get around.”

If you’re enjoying DMC5, make sure to check out our Devil May Cry 5 Review, the DMC5 Walkthrough, and our other DMC5 Guides: 10 Things you Should know,  Skills List, All Secret Mission Guide, All Blue Orb Locations, All Gold Orb Locations, All Purple Orb Locations and All DMC5 Enemies, All DMC5 Bosses.

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