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captainsophiestark · 11 months ago

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Lost Pizza Delivery Guys

Platonic!Percy Jackson x Reader

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Fandom: Percy Jackson

Prompt: Dionysus; Wine, Cups, Dolphins, and Goats

Summary: Percy's cousin and friend on Sally's side helps him celebrate his 21st birthday right.

Word Count: 1,843

Category: Fluff

A/N: I also wrote this oneshot with Percy and his cousin being besties, loosely related to this one! You don't need to read one to understand the other, but in my mind they're in the same universe

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"IDs, please."

I grinned and nudged my cousin excitedly as he pulled out his driver's license and handed it to the bouncer before us. Tonight was his 21st birthday, and this officially marked the first time he got to use his card to get in somewhere.

"Okay, go ahead," said the bouncer, passing our IDs back before stepping aside. "And happy birthday."

"Thanks," said Percy with a smile and a nod as we headed into the bar. I beamed at him, dropping my hands onto his shoulders and jumping up and down a little.

"Welcome to adulthood, Perce! First round's on me, but you put in the order."

"Alright," said Percy, laughing a little at my antics but heading over to the bar with a smile anyway.

After a full-family day of celebrating Percy's 21st birthday, I'd asked for the honor of taking him to his first bar. He'd been all in, and I'd brought him to my favorite place in the city.

Despite being close cousins if you looked at a family tree, I hadn't gotten to be a part of Percy's life until the very end of his high school career. I'd been separate from the family I shared with him and Sally, escaping a bad situation when I was young without looking back. Once I'd gotten to college in New York, however, and knew I had family in the area, I decided to reach out and see if it would be worth reconnecting. And it had turned out to be the best decision I could've made.

My Aunt Sally was absolutely incredible, that went without saying. The few memories I had of her from when I was young were the things that had made me want to reach out in the first place. But finding Percy, who was only a few years younger than me, was like getting the little brother I'd always wanted. Even a little later, when a monster almost took my head off when Percy and I were out getting lunch and I learned about all the Greek mythology stuff, I didn't have even a second of regret over having these people in my life.

Luckily for me, Sally's clear-sightedness ran in the family, so I wasn't completely out of the loop when things came up. And, even better, I could look around the bar and feel confident no monsters were about to interrupt me and my little cousin celebrating his 21st birthday.

"Alright, first a toast," I said, raising my glass towards Percy once we had our drinks. He lifted his, too, grinning at me as I continued. "To you, Percy Jackson, hero of AHS swim team, son of Sally Jackson, and the best cousin I could've ever hoped for."

We clinked glasses, Percy still absolutely beaming, and took the first sips of our drinks. The night had officially begun.

We stayed in the bar for a few hours, laughing and dancing to the live band and occasionally refilling our drinks. Finally though, with a little less than an hour and a half to go before midnight, we wandered outside, smiling like idiots with our arms around each other.

"That was fun," Percy decided as we nodded a goodnight to the bouncer.

"I'm glad. And remember what I told you about drinking lots of water."

"I will. Maybe it'll work even better for me since I'm a son of Poseidon."

"That would be sick."

"Yeah."

We both stood there for a moment, letting the cool night air wash over us, a serious relief for the end of the summer. Percy had planned to spend the last moments of his birthday at Camp, with his girlfriend Annabeth and his best friend Grover. I knew it was time for me to let him go, to get us each a cab and head our separate directions, but I still didn't quite want the night to end.

Apparently, Percy felt the same way. He turned to me, a mischievous grin on his face and a light in his eyes that definitely meant trouble.

"Do you want to come back to Camp with me?"

I laughed, smiling a little even as I shook my head. "Perce, you know as well as I do that I can't. I wish I could, but there's no way for me to get in."

"Actually... no one knows how he did it, but a really lost pizza delivery guy made it through one time."

"If no one knows how he did it, how am I supposed to replicate it?"

Percy shrugged. "I don't know. But it's possible."

I paused, debating with myself for a moment. Worse-case scenario, I couldn't get in and I had a much longer cab ride than necessary. Not ideal, but not the end of the world either. And best case, I'd finally get to see the famous Camp Half-Blood and hang out with Percy and his friends.

"Alright," I finally said, turning back to Percy with a smile. "Let's give it a shot."

"Cool. Then I'm sorry for this."

Before I could ask what he meant, Percy held out his hand and threw a golden coin I recognized as Olympian money onto the street. At the same time, he shouted something in what I guess was ancient Greek, and the pavement before us started to bubble. A moment later, a smoky gray taxi rose out of the ground, suddenly sitting and waiting just in front of where we stood on the curb.

"Whoa," I breathed, a smile making its way onto my face as the astonishment wore off. "That is so cool."

"Maybe wait until after the ride to decide if it's cool."

Despite that shady warning, I got into the cab when Percy opened the door and climbed in with me. In front of us across the driver's bench were three ancient old ladies. It took about thirty seconds for me to realize they only had one eye between them, at which point only love for Percy kept me sitting in the car.

The ride from the bar to Camp Half-Blood were a few of the worst moment of my life. It was terrifying from start to finish, and although the travel was incredibly fast, there was also a stretch of that time where I thought we'd never get out of the cab alive again.

After Percy convinced the drivers, apparently the Gray Sisters, to take me even though I was a mortal, and after they spat some poetry about Apollo meddling to help Percy as a favor in the near future (which Percy seemed less than thrilled about), the car finally came to a stop. I rushed to get out, making a beeline for some bushes in case the motion sickness was enough to make me throw up. Thankfully, it wasn't, and when I turned around the cab was gone, leaving me and Percy on a darkened stretch of road.

"That was the worst thing ever," I declared. Percy shrugged, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Fastest cab service in New York."

I just shook my head, closing my eyes and then immediately regretting it since my world was still spinning. When I opened my eyes again, Percy had moved past me to the edge of the forest.

"I figured we'd try to go in the back way, by the woods here," he explained. "We're pretty sure that's where the pizza guys come from."

"Would those be the monster-infested woods you've told me about?"

"Yup."

I sighed, long and heavy, letting the last of the adrenaline drain away. Then, I managed a smile at Percy.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Percy pulled out his sword as I followed him into the woods, incredibly tense and jumping at every single noise. I couldn't tell exactly where the barrier to Camp Half-Blood was, but I didn't run into any invisible barriers, and by some miracle we didn't run into any monsters. After a while of walking, finally, we came to a beach, and not far from us I could see two figures waiting.

Percy turned back to me with a grin as our feet reached the sand.

"We did it."

"Did we seriously? This is Camp?"

"Yeah. The cabins and everything else are another walk through the woods, but this is the Camp beach. Annabeth and Grover are up there."

"Hell yes," I said, grinning as I moved to walk next to Percy. "Lost pizza delivery guys have nothing on me."

Percy and I high-fived, and as soon as they noticed me, Annabeth and Grover threw their hands up in the air and waved me over.

"You made it!" cried Annabeth, pulling me in for a hug. "How did you make it?"

I shrugged as we pulled apart, then immediately turned to pull Grover in too.

"No idea. However the pizza delivery guys did it, I guess. Whatever it was, I'm glad I'm here."

"Me too," said Percy, slinging an arm around my shoulders. We shared a smile, and then I turned away to reach into my bag. I pulled out the last surprise I'd been saving and faced the group again with a massive grin, two wine bottles in-hand.

"Don't tell your camp director," I said, smirking a little to myself. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover made a perfect scale of worried (Grover) to cackling, laughing happy (Percy) with Annabeth in the middle. I passed one bottle to Percy, then opened the first bottle and poured us each a glass. "To Percy! Happy twenty-first to the greatest cousin and friend I ever could've asked for. I love you, and I can't wait to drag you on every ridiculous, non-lethal adventure I can think of, from now until forever. And you have the next year to prepare for how many times you're gonna hear Taylor Swift's 22 at your next birthday."

"Hear hear!"

"Cheers!"

"Can't wait!"

The four of us clinked our glasses, and a moment later (like it'd been planned, which it probably had) a literal pod of dolphins burst out of the water, dancing and swirling in the waves. Percy groaned next to me while Annabeth, Grover, and I laughed.

"Poseidon knows how to put on a show for a birthday," I said. Percy sighed and shook his head, then dropped into the sand. The rest of us followed right after him, leaning back in the sand and watching the ocean sparkle and stretch out before us. The four of us stayed out there long into the night, laughing and talking and drinking by the surf.

When we finally decided it was time to head to bed, the trio helped me sneak through the woods again and into the heart of Camp. I wandered around happily, taking in everything while Percy and I made a beeline for his cabin. I'd have to leave earlier than early tomorrow to keep us all out of trouble, but for just one night we could manage to get away with it.

A Half-Blood's life was full of crazy, and even though I wasn't one, I intended to be part of every single thing that I could be part of for Percy, Annabeth, and everyone else he cared about for the rest of his life.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 8 months ago

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Hii!

I was wondering if you could do some ticci toby x child reader headcanons?

𝕐'𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕠𝕓𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 @𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕜𝕒-𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

Toby x Child!Reader

I know I've mentioned this before on a previous post, but idk if it was on a Toby req so I'll put it again

It is very very rare for anyone new to come into the team and actually live in the manor

Slender has a lot of employees outside of the manor obviously, and the manor is reserved for the best of the best, his favorite employees if you will

So when a new member is actually said to be coming into the manor, a lot of people get really excited!

Some aren't excited and actually don't like the idea of more people coming into the manor, but there is chatter about it nonetheless

However, when it is known that a child is joining the manor, the tone becomes more sad than excited

I mean, a lot of the creeps come from awful backgrounds, but Slender typically tries to wait until said person is 18 just to get rid of any potential headaches of "missing child" cases

So whenever he decides to bring in a child, immediately everyone knows that the situation was so bad he physically couldn't wait

Another thing is that whenever a new person joins the manor, a party is held in their honor, so that they can get comfortable with the people and have some fun in their new home

But for children, the parties are way smaller and more child friendly

There is food (friendly for all diets/religions), drinks, music, and not that many people

Only children and designated caretakers are allowed

Toby is not an official caretaker, but a lot of the kids like him because of how sweet he is

First time you meet Toby is probably a week or so after your party

You and Sally are playing with dolls and plushies in her room, when you hear a knock at her door

Sally hops up to go open the door and squeaks happily when she sees Toby

"Hi Toby! We're playing dolls, wanna come play too?"

Toby rubs her head and smiles "Uh, sure Sal, I don't have anything else going on right now."

Sally clings onto his leg as he walks over to her bed and places a neatly folded pink dress on the sheets "Jason said your dress is all fixed up"

That's when he sees you, who at this point had just been observing everything happening around you

"Oh. Hello, I don't think I've met you before" He says, picking Sally up off his leg and placing her back down on the floor

Sally runs over to you and picks up her toys "Yeah, they're my new friend! I met them at the party"

"Ooooh. Well, what's your name?" He asks, coming to sit next to Sally and holding open his hand as she gives him a doll to play with

"Y/n..." You whisper shyly

"Hi y/n, i'm Toby"

As you play together, you find that Toby is very fun to be around, he is better at playing pretend than any of the other adults

He is also pretty strong, so he is able to pick both you and Sally up at the same time and spin you around

After this first meeting, you find yourself gravitating towards Toby more than any of the other caretakers

Which is fine, you don't have to only talk to the caretakers, they're just there for the kids that don't want to talk to any other adults

He at first, is just like any other play mate, he almost never says no to playing with any of the kids because if he's at the house, then chances are he's not doing anything important

But as you spend more and more time with him, he becomes more of a caretaker to you

He gets you your food, helps you with laundry, comforts you when you are sick or sad, etc

Fun fact, he is really good at doing hair

After years and years of Sally asking for hers to be done, he picks up a few things

His favorite to do are braids, because they're fairly easy and they look neat

He is good with any texture of hair, because after doing Sally's hair, a lot of other children with different hair types also came to him so no matter what hair type/texture you have, he'll still be able to do it if you so wish <333

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticcy toby #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n

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the-black-bulls · 3 months ago

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I like the headcannon game, how about Luck or magna :D

seeing a headcanon you disagree with and it kinda pisses you off

y'all want me to ramble about luck alright lol, already did magna here and I don't think I've more to add, so this post is for luck, vanessa and the bulls relationship in general!

Luck:

- I think a lot of people just assume that luck hates his mom because she's an abusive person, when in reality he's showed nothing but love towards her even after he finally let her go... and honestly, I doubt he would ever hate his mother period (even if he should 🥲), and taking that nuance out of his character doesn't sit right with me

- also, "bad friend luck" is a dumb headcanon that mischaracterizes him, magna, and the black bulls in general

- I'll be honest, I was never into the "half sister charlotte" theory, but especially after it became so widespread people treated it as canon thus it lost its appeal to me and sound boring now (we could always get creative and embrace "half sister sally" theory instead 😛), but nothing wrong about supporting it though

Vanessa:

- manga spoilers alert: there's this headcanon that popped up by charlotte fans at the end of spade which basically reads: "it's her feelings and plea for yami to live that triggered rouge into bringing help for him..." which, why? vanessa was there and grey was there and they don't need to be romantically involved with yami to have strong feelings for his safety be freaking real, not to mention that rouge has always been a black bull spell; it's favored by them and triggered by them and would alter fate for their sake regardless of any outsider's tears, but also... what the hell? we're talking about the spell vanessa developed out of (family) love, the same spell that's connected to her heart, why tf should charlotte be credited in her place is bad enough but stretching so hard to twist what is pretty much a love spell from vanessa to the bulls just so your ship gets petty points is pathetic!

- so anyways, "vanessa needs to find true love" is an awful, awful headcanon (emphasis on need)

Black Bulls Relationships:

- that they only started bonding with each others after asta joined the squad and inspired them to do better, SURE... they did become better magic knights thanks to him, but their development is a long process shaped by each other's presence even if it'd take them years to admit it... this is why when each black bull hits their Development Moment, they always think back of yami, the other bulls, or both, so there's NO WAY they acted like strangers or were unhelpful to each other prior to the year asta and noelle became members

- likewise, any headcanon that implies one bull or another is disliked by the others or only barely accepted isn't headcanon, that's straight up mischaracterization, go reread the manga again

- likewise, I believe that just because the manga didn't explore every single relationship within the squad, it shouldn't lead to fans making it like each member's circle is only limited to one to two bulls, like ok luck and magna are each other's #1 person, but luck can still share ties with the other members too... he can be vanessa's little bro, and noelle's big bro, and charmy's partner in crime, and the little gremlin gauche keeps enabling, etc etc

- this post is getting long so one last thing, I think of the black bulls as a team with mutual and equal influence over each other, so unless we're referring to yami there's no "X bull is carrying the squad on their back" or "without X bull the squad will be lost" - because, honestly, it doesn't fit the bulls, they're all so flawed and bad at things they need each other to balance their cons with their pros, case in point I don't do "finral has been the vice captain before nacht" but I DO "vanessa finral gordon are a trio of senpais who've been carrying/sharing vice captain duties for years"

#not a quote #black clover #ask game #luck voltia #vanessa enoteca #I hate saying this again but no nothing is wrong with charlotte #I'm specifically referring to fans who make these headcanons #only two asks left

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chaotic-anonymous · 1 year ago

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Welcome Home characters at the beach

Wally Darling

• No doubt that our favourite little guy would be staring down at something. Possibly a crab or perhaps a pretty sea shell

• Would be fascinated by things on the beach

• Might get buried in the sand

• "Oh. I'm shorter now." -Probably Wally who's buried in the sand.

Barnaby B. Beagle

• Would most probably jump into the sea the moment that they reach the beach. I mean he'll dash out the car on all fours and splash into the water.

• Is probably the one who buried Wally in the sand.

• Like he dug a hole in the sand and thought it'd be funny to bury Wally in there.

• Barnaby will dig Wally out later but might forget.

• I don't have much ideas for Barnaby. I'm sorry.

Frank Frankly

• Most like to not get in the water.

• Rather chill on a sun lounger and read his book.

• Might be interested in observing some bugs at the beach. Yes, apparently there are bugs at the beach.

• Has to save Eddie from his bug troubles yet again.

• Julie might beg for Frank to join them playing volleyball. Frank and Julie are a team!

Eddie Dear

• Being a mailman is tiring so I think he'll enjoy a relaxing day at the beach.

• A fun day at the beach with his friends? Great!

• I can see Eddie and Howdy playing volleyball together. And yes, they're competing against Frank and Julie.

• I imagine that Eddie would need Frank's protection from the beach bugs. Like Eddie would run to Frank if he saw a bug like a Rove Beetle or something.

Julie Joyful

• Absolutely loves the beach

• Like absolutely excited and enthusiastic about all the things you could do at the beach

• Definitely looking for pretty seashells to keep and decorate a sand castle with!

• Julie would absolutely try and build the most epic sand castle ever and claim herself as the ruler of the sand kingdom

Sally Starlet

• Can Sally really go in the water? I mean she's a literal star. Would she get put out/die in water or would she survive with cartoon logic?

• Either way I don't think Sally wants to go in the water because it'd probably ruin her sun spikes.

• I see Sally rather be chilling in the sun lounger as well.

Howdy Pillar

• Just like Eddie, Howdy would enjoy the beach as a day off from work at the bodega.

• Or maybe he'll still be running a business but at the beach instead

• I think Howdy would be selling things like sunscreen or sunglasses in exchange for seashells if he does decide to run a beach business

• Yes, seashell currency at the beach but I'm sure jokes and stories still work

Poppy Partridge

• She's definitely making sure that everyone remembers to put on their sunscreen. She wouldn't want anyone to get sunburns after all.

• The worried parent who is making sure that everyone is safe

• Is terrified of the sea. Definitely wouldn't go near the water.

• Instead, she'd be preparing food for everyone. A little beach picnic

That's all I could think of. This is my first time doing headcanons so sorry if it's bad. I may or may not have wrote this late at night.

#welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home #wally darling #frank frankly #julie joyful #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #welcome home headcanons #headcanon #headcanons

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just-a-creep-babe · 1 year ago

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The Creeps’ Reaction to Crash (OC)

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As usual, the creeps tend to be pretty hostile toward newcomers

There’s a bit of an adjustment period they all go through at their own pace, depending on how anti-social they are and how “out there” the newcomer is

When they first meet Crash, there’s a variety of initial gut reactions from the main creeps

EJ, for example, practically face-palms and thinks to himself “good lord not another one,” because he just knows that this guy’s an injury magnet

Something about the way Crash fidgets in place and always looks so restless—Jack can immediately pick up on the fact that this guy’s a danger to himself and maybe even those around him

Which means even more work for poor ol’ Jack

Jeff, on the other hand, sees the guy and practically huffs with a roll of his eyes

He’s not impressed by Crash’s attempts at kindness; it actually gives him a negative impression to begin with

He has that whole toxic masculinity thing going, so if anyone—especially a guy—tries to be a well-mannered human being, they, unfortunately (or fortunately?), won’t be earning Mr. The Killer’s favor

So Jeff acts extra tough and extra confrontational in an attempt to assert his dominance

He wants to feel powerful, wants the newbie to respect him and, more importantly, fear him

Because of that, it’ll be useful for Crash to whip out his intimidation skills and kick up his creep factor when he’s around Jeff—even if it might not scare him, it’ll probably help earn his respect

And, if nothing else, it’ll at least establish some kind of boundary so that Jeff knows he shouldn’t be too eager to mess with Crash

Masky’s kind of disgruntled because, like EJ, he just knows this kid‘s a chaotic mess

He can tell he’s got a lot of energy and a lot of issues—it’s not exactly difficult to tell he wasn’t the popular kind growing up

And, even though he wouldn’t admit it so easily, Masky definitely has a soft spot for those kids who got left behind

He’s internally like “ah shit, here we go again,” because he realizes he’s probably inadvertently going to become this kid’s mentor figure

And, let’s be honest, he already has his hands full with Toby and Sally as is

He knows Crash’s energy and enthusiasm will make him feel like even more of an old man in comparison, but he also knows the kid’s got a good heart and just wants to be accepted for who he is, so he’s almost like… reluctantly endeared by him, if that makes sense

Nat’s a mix between Jeff and Masky; she’s kind of irritated with the fact that someone so new and so energetic is joining the team, especially since she doesn’t know if they’ll get along

She wants to be tough, wants to prove that she shouldn’t be messed with, but at the same time, she realizes that she can and likely will develop a sort of soft spot for the guy

He’s just so kind in that clumsy, inexperienced kind of way; how can she not find him endearing?

She initially keeps her cool around him, but silently makes it a point to protect him if the others *cough* Jeff *cough* decide to pick on him

BEN’s generally… kind of indifferent to him at first, in all honesty

As far as first impressions go, unless they’re wildly good or bad, BEN usually just doesn’t really care for them

He figures he’ll either get to know and like Crash as time goes on, or the two will kind of just stay as distant acquaintances

As long as he doesn’t get between him and his gaming, he can’t be bothered to have an opinion

In fact, he’s so unfazed by the sight of a new member that Crash might start to wonder if BEN even realizes he’s new

Hoodie’s similarly chill about the whole thing, but he loves anticipating how Crash might get on Masky’s nerves—whether it be intentional or not

It just never fails to amuse him watching all the ways his best friend has to rally the younger members, and Masky just always gets so tired and so grumpy

Hoodie knows watching Crash and Masky interact is absolutely going to make his day, so he can’t wait

At the end of the day, even though he doesn’t necessarily care about Crash as a person when he first meets him, his opinion of the guy’s still pretty positive, all things considered

Out of all of the creeps however, Crash is most likely to hit it off with Toby from the very beginning

Toby’s always the most open and welcoming to newcomers; he knows what it’s like to get picked on and mistreated, so he always tries his best to accommodate new members

Having said newcomer be really open and friendly isn’t the most common occurrence, so it’s such a treat to Toby!

He immediately takes him under his wing, and they quickly become good buds because Toby similarly craves friendship

And, contrary to most, Toby isn’t put off by Crash being too forward or too obsessive; if anything, he finds the enthusiasm contagious!

He shows him how things work around the mansion, and once Nat sees that Crash is chill with Toby, she also eases up on him and starts opening up more to him

Which is how the process of Crash getting accepted in slowly but surely begins

Lo and behold, Masky was right about his initial judgment; Crash becomes another kid he feels responsible to keep safe

Which makes Hoodie absolutely ecstatic to witness the two interacting; the more chaos Crash gets into, the funnier it gets

Hoodie doesn’t otherwise go out of his way to befriend Crash, mostly because he doesn’t think he can gain anything out of his friendship, but he also doesn’t have anything against him personally

So the two are on decent terms as-is, but they’re not quite close enough to be buddies

EJ also becomes protective of Crash

Not to the extent that Masky is, but the more he (inevitably) ends up at Jack’s clinic, the more they talk and the more they start bonding

Jack’s a good listener, so he becomes like the therapist friend who listens and offers advice when needed

He thinks the guy has a lot of potential, and of course he wants to see him succeed; he’s a sucker for unrelenting kindness despite the odds, which is kind of Crash in a nutshell

Once Crash gets settled into things, he also becomes good friends with BEN

BEN, of course, adores anyone who games, so once he finds out Crash also indulges in his hobby—and, to top it off, he doesn’t need much sleep—he’s like the dream gaming partner

The two sometimes end up spending the whole ass night playing together, so they become really close!

Jeff is one of the few that don’t eventually come around to him

He doesn’t like Crash, doesn’t like how friendly and energetic he is, and he most certainly doesn’t like how the other creeps all like him

He’d never admit it, but he’s 100% jealous

Jealous of his stamina, jealous of his adrenaline, his lack of a need for sleep—god, Jeff just can’t stand the guy

And it’s made, of course, way worse by the fact that some of the creeps like him more than they like Jeff

Either way, it becomes obvious that Crash isn’t the problem, Jeff is

So, all things considered, Crash ends up doing fairly well at the mansion ^^

As for everyone witnessing his stunts, well—

Jack is entirely unamused and unimpressed

All he can think about is how he’ll be the one that’ll need to heal him up when he gets injured

Masky and Hoodie also don’t approve of the shenanigans, but while Masky will actively try to stop it from happening, Hoodie just enjoys watching the chaos unfold from the sidelines

Nat and Toby are the type to cheer him on; they obviously care about him and clearly don’t want him to get injured, but they just think the risk is definitely worth the reward

They think he’s an absolute legend for being able to pull those stunts off—even if they don’t always go as planned

Out of the two however, Nat’s more likely to be the one who’ll put a stop to it when she thinks he’s gone too far

Toby, unfortunately, doesn’t quite understand the limits of the human body, what with his inability to feel pain and all, so if it’s just him and Crash in a room together, it can get pretty dangerous

BEN also encourages the chaos

He isn’t alive, which means he doesn’t possess a body, which means he also doesn’t fully understand certain risks sometimes

And the crazier the stunt is, the happier he is to film it all and make a big joke out of it

Jeff is, once again, jealous of everything Crash can pull off, so he’ll either try to actively sabotage him, or he’ll diminish his achievements and try to do anything he can to get the others to dislike him

Which, for obvious reasons, doesn’t usually work anyway

So more often than not, Jeff makes himself scarce when Crash is getting positive attention from his stunts

Overall, once everyone gets adjusted to the new face, Crash might find that he, for once, actually fits in!

Amongst the various losers and rejects of society, Crash could finally say he’s found his family <3

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #crp #crp hc

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malikselfindulgence · 1 year ago

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Makoto x Dabi lore time!!!

Their ship name is Makoya because i originally only shipped them in an au where Dabi never became a villain because Makoto found him after getting burned and saved him with his friendship and i've become so attached to it that i don't wanna change it

Makoto still saves Dabi in the now canon one!!!Long story short they ran into eachother straight after the Bakugou kidnapping arc and it just kept happening because of their circumstances so they slowly became best frenemies to lovers

This includes Makoto befriending the rest of the Lov-Either platonic chaos bros with Jin or Makojinya depending on my mood,Toga's big sister friend and Team Mom,Shigaraki's platonic Player 2 and Atsuhiro's pseudo niece/nephew!!

Dabi reveals to him what E slur did and his plan and wants him to join in because they're in love now(but haven't confessed)due to how Makoto's treated him better than anyone else in his life and how much understanding,fun,tears and strength they find in eachother and Makoto says he'll consider it,not wanting to set a bad example for Momo or abandon her being the only thing holding him back

Cut to Hawks trying to kill Jin and Makoto saving him as his final decision to become Burn.Him and Dabi are basically like Ghostflower in Atsv after that-Best friends but something else too,dating but don't dare to make it official because they're not strong enough to loose eachother,so devoted the lines blur.Makoto calls Dabi latino boyfriend terms and acts like a traditional japanese wife(the non-misogynistic points ofc)and Dabi amps up the princess treatment towards Makoto even more than before,calls him his 'Kokoro'(My Heart)and is violently protective partially because Hawks came close to killing Makoto like he did Jin

Momo helps out the Lov because of Makoto but there's definitely hurt and anger going on on her side from his betrayal and it's complicated with them for a bit but apologies are made,reassurances are given and reconnection is established.Momo's vigilante name is 'Destruct'!!

Eldest brother 2 Eldest daughter communication

Blue 4 Blue,doggirl 4 catboy and pastel femme tomboy 4 goth butch tomgirl.Their Lego Monkie Kid ship name would be Trueblueloveshipping💙💙💙

Dabi gets into kidcore,video games and baking thanks to Makoto and Makoto gets into horror,Shakespeare and bizzare food combos thanks to Dabi

Oh also black4brown!!!Rei is half bangaleshi <3333

Makoya-coded couples:Ghostflower(ofc),Ichihime,all Bubbline variants,Jack x Sally,Warren x Layla and Zuko/Ty Lee

THE DEVELOPMENT OF THIS IS SOOO FUCKING COOL AND THOUGHT-OUT I CAN SEE THEM IN MY HEAD I NEED TO READ THIS !!!! Also Makoto polycule is the realest shit ever <33 been thinking of giving Rose a villain au so .... Makoto and Shion and Rose + the league r found family realness 2 me .... Makojinya I literally love you SO much you should all get to shoot hawks in the face . Together . I tend to hc Dabi as being a system as well so did4bpd4did ..... my beloveds ever :33 !!!

#drawing dabimakes me so mad IM SO SORRY ILL GET HIM EVENTUALLY BUT . ive been thinking about this 4 sk long I LOVE THEM AOAUGGHH #thinking about momo losing midnight and that fear and grief fueling her hurt towards makoto :[#also MOMO VIGILANTE ARC LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!!!!!#summer this whole ask is so dear 2 me you have no idea . and the twicebeam one . my beloveds ever <333 #makoya #makoto yaoyorozu #blueloveshipping #<- mewhen . me when the blue coded characters . starts crying tearing up #malik's asks #bnha #if yousee me adding onto the tags no you Didnt . the ask isrlly long because tumblr mobile sucks so I cant reread jt while typing . :[#the nicknames r EVERYTHING 2 ME AOUGH #also eldest siblings is so real ..... rip to the league you are ALL getting found familied . right now .

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samobservessonic · 1 year ago

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We have the same creative team going into the next part of this story, as we pick up from just after where we left off last time, with Omni-Viewer helping Sonic and friends escape back home. It seems that even though Omni-Viewer is being forced to work for Robotnik, it managed to find a loophole in his orders to “get rid of” Sonic and the others by literally taking them home, thus not disobeying Robotnik at all. That’s what a cool non-cop dimension-travelling buddy does for their bros, after all

But Omin-Viewer can’t stick around any longer than this and just getting home hasn’t solved Sonic’s problems, as it looks like the badniks have gotten a serious upgrade since the last time we saw them. Now we’re looking at StC-exclusive badniks as opposed to the ones from the early Sonic games. It’s funny, because I did admittedly quite like how weirdly ruthless the average badniks were at the beginning of the comic, but there was something silly about your average Aquis being able to send the entire Oil Ocean Zone up in flames to torch Sonic alive, so I can see why they might’ve chosen to switch them out for something that looks a bit more sinister

Tails remarks that he hasn’t seen badniks like these before and it takes Sonic a few pages worth of fighting to destroy them to release the little animals inside. And to answer the question of “How did the badniks become so strong so quickly”, we learn that Sonic hasn’t been seen for six months!

Johnny’s the one to figure out what Omni-Viewer couldn’t stick around to explain. It seems that for some reason, Robotnik thought it was a good idea to send Sonic to the future to avoid him getting in the way of his plans, but didn’t specify how long and the Omni-Viewer decided that six months was enough time for the damage to not be too bad without making Robotnik suspicious. This all seems a bit convoluted, but one thing the news sections of the comics have been talking about a lot lately is (the then upcoming) Sonic CD, so I do wonder if this plotline was perhaps inspired by the time travelling in that game

Looks like six months was more than enough time for Robotnik to take over, however. And yes, literally a few pages after I said “I think they wanted to move away from the game badniks to up the stakes because it was getting a bit silly”, we get surveillance camera eggs flying about, which is one of the silliest things I’ve seen from this comic so far. But I’m not changing my earlier statement to pretend I have a bigger brain, because that’s not how I roll

There’s a lot going on in these three panels of a trooper badnik threatening a squirrel. At this stage, every time I see a random squirrel, I have a moment of “Is it Sally?” but this one isn’t wearing a bow and mentions having a wife. So, here are four potential options: 1) Random squirrel person (boring!) 2) Sally & Tufftee’s parent 3) It’s Shorty the Squirrel and he just doesn’t mention to the Freedom Fighters that he is/was married when he later joins them 4) It is Sally Acorn, she’s just not wearing her bow today and her wife, Nicole, is never shown on-screen Pick whichever one you like best Both more than that! In the last panel, this badnik refers to Robotnik with they/them pronouns. I believe this was possibly a mistake, but even so - diversity win! The tyrant who destroyed your home is non-binary!

At first Sonic is hesitant to destroy the badniks and risk hurting anyone trapped inside them, but mysterious squirrel person confirms that these troopers have no animal batteries, so Sonic doesn’t hold back on destroying them.

We end this issue on what I think is more establishing the on-going struggle than a direct cliffhanger, so I’m still going to count this story as a two-parter, unless the next issue contradicts me. Sonic swears to wipe Robotnik off Mobius and then we switch to Robotnik confirming at he’s taken over the whole planet, not just the Emerald Hill Zone

…And we’re here! We’re at the point where one of the main struggles of StC is setup! Now, I’ll say up-front that Robotnik’s rule in StC doesn’t last for the comic’s entire run. We will reach a point where the Freedom Fighters take him down and over struggles present themselves in his absence, just like when he was taken down in Archie. But for quite a long time, the Freedom Fighters vs Robotnik is the conflict we’ll be dealing with in StC and I’m looking forward to seeing that play out. We already have Johnny and Porker having travelled through time with Sonic, but I honestly don’t know if the Freedom Fighters form off-screen or if we’ll be seeing that happen in the coming issues. Personally, I’m hoping for the latter, but this comic hasn’t disappointed me so far, so I’m excited to see where they’ll go from here

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 9 #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #johnny lightfoot #porker lewis #dr. robotnik

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duckapus · 11 months ago

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So I had some Thoughts about Tulip's experiences with Christmas, and how it'd probably feel this year to be back in her parents' mansion. Cause like, Big Corporate Christmas Parties are a Whole Thing with rich people and her family is Like That so when she was growing up Christmas was likely crowded, stressful and-as she got older and learned just how shitty her parents are-increasingly artificial and joyless. And then depending on when she left it's possible that her first Christmas away from All That was just a normal, cold day alone in her van, and if she bothered to go back to celebrating after the events of the game and her SMGs' arrival it was probably just a small thing with the three of them and probably Dale.

And now they're back in the mansion, and even with her rebuilding the place into something of her own, even with 7, 10, Dale and the ghosts there, the old place is just so Big and Empty and full of bad memories, both in general and of Christmases past.

Except, well, this is also the year she met the other Avatars. And Hocotate and Sequin Land apparently don't have Christmas or equivalent holidays (though the Shantae characters are probably at least aware of it due to Meta Humor), so why not invite over Olimar and Shantae and their SMGs and families to see what's up? And yes Louie and his Nana and Sky, Bolo and the Cadaver Siblings absolutely count. And the Ketchums also usually just do their own small thing (well, small if not for all of Ash's Pokemon and the Oaks and Tracy and whichever of his companions that happen to show up), and they want to make 29 and 30's first Christmas special and Miku's whole Digital Idol thing means she doesn't exactly have family and Jet probably has the same deal Meggy did where he has no idea what Christmas even is, so why not invite them, the mansion probably has enough room for most of the Pokemon and the ones that really Should Not be Indoors like the Tauros and Snorlax have plenty of room out on the grounds.

Then there's the space robot kids and their friends who may or may not have Christmas or Christmas equivalents where they're from but Sally definitely wouldn't normally be celebrating considering where and what her job is so they're definitely in, and Laharl just sort of strolls in unannounced like he owns the place with his little cobbled-together family in tow, and Crown, Twister (the Four-Winged Falcon, Frenzy's little brother. Again, Blatant Sonic Ripoff), 15 and 16 drag in Frenzy since this is apparently The Place To Be (and they do have to drag him because he's being Stupid and assuming that given his past with the Union he won't be welcome).

And even with the other Avatars who have their own Christmas Stuff going on back home (or in the case of Tune's gang they just "happened" to need a place to lay low and decided to crash whatever winter holidays Luminos has, with Jazz (a government agent and Tune's Rival/Girlfriend) and 11 also coming along despite not officially being part of the Gang. They're not fooling anyone) they still manage to pop in every so often.

And now when Tulip was bracing herself for a rough holiday season in that big empty house and her painful history, instead she's got demons and genies and super-powered animals filling the halls. Louie and Delia have taken over the kitchen. Twister and Sicily and Olimar's kids are teaching Sally how to play "The Floor is Lava" and a few of the teens and adults and Pokemon have joined in and Miku's ended up as the Lava Monster somehow. Dale and Mimic alternate between talking shop and swapping stories about their nieces. There may or may not be Something going on between Professor Oak and Louie's Nana. Flonne keeps sneaking mistletoe onto all the doorframes "Because Love" but according to Etna is clearly just doing it to mess with everyone. There was an explosion somewhere and nobody's fessing up. Arle's asleep on the couch and nobody has any idea when she even showed up in the first place. Team Rocket somehow showed up but instead of trying to steal any Pokemon they got strongarmed into helping with the food.

It's just as crowded as it used to be, but now it's noisy and chaotic and full of love, and those cold Christmases from her childhood are mercifully hard to remember surrounded by all this warmth.

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riallasheng · 2 years ago

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Squiddo's Ask Game

Got three asks while I was out giving my brother's car a jumpstart and tow with my truck, so answering them all together ^^

(I do hope that is acceptable tumblr manners, my apologies if doing so is rude)

@teapotteringabout

@alexthefly

@mrmustachious

I'll be doing my usual 'Lady Penelope, TOS, 04 film, TaG' for each question ^^

Under the readmore because LONG (as in I crashed the editor six times long!! XD)

teapotteringabout's first, as I recieved those first^^

12) If I could delete a episode/scene, which one would I pick and why Lady Penelope: *laughs* you'd think that'd be a TOUGH one, as I like pretty much ALL of Penny's adventures and stories in her comics and novels... BUUUUUUUUUUUT... I hate the 'Penelope as a Young Adult' comic run (for multiple reasons. I hate that we jump from the 2050s / 2060s to the 1960s. I hate that Mrs Petherton and Spider are gone as they were REALLY GOOD characters. I hate that Penny goes from a rich girl to a 'middle class' girl, becuase her being rich IS a factor in who Penny is. I hate that her being a SPY and goign to go to SPY SCHOOL was dropped. I hate that Penny has a total personality change. I just DO NOT LIKE the run, so it's what I'd cut TOS: Probably Thunderbird 6, even though I do like several scenes in it. Or if it remained it'd undergo a heavy enough re-write to basically be no nevermind / in-name-only. I used to have a fanfic rewrite of it that made it TinTin focused, her deciding if she wanted to remain Support or become Active Rescue that I wrote back in the early Naughts, but it sadly was lost over the years and I've not had anything resembling the time to try to rewrite it ^^;; If not Thunderbird 6, then probably the novel Ring of Fire as it was a very disappointing conclusion to the novels. 04 film: Hm. Oddly a tough one. While there are scenes I dislike, I usually can see WHY the scene is there and/or it's important for the plotline or character arcs, OR it's a case of good concept but poor execution. *ends up spending several RL minutes going over scenes I dislike and realizing that 'crap, no, that's needed for the plotline / character arc / concept is sound'* Y'know, I'm gonna do something odd here. 'What is a big plot element that you'd change to teh point that the original plotpoint is dropped / replaced'. And the answer to that is use the rumor that in the first draft of the film, Jeff was recently gone, lost on a rescue, and SCOTT was the one in Jeff's role... struggling to keep IR going, dealing with recent grief, and trying to keep his mid-teen brother safe for as long as he could. (I do wonder if TaG used this old rumor / idea on purpose or if it was just a coincidence) TaG: Either of the Sally episodes ^^;; And this one isn't even that I dislike Sally, or at least 90% of it is not that... I just ended up disliking the episodes by themselves plotting / story wise. I dislike several things in the EMP episode, but the standout THERE was actually Sally's 'save one life' speech becuase while that's a noble sentiment... FATE. OF. THE. WORLD. and BILLIONS of lives depended on the bad guys not getting away with the device, Sally had NO IDEA that they didn't have it, and she should have told Virgil to go after the bad guys while on-site rescueers or she herself saved the one life (that's actually the scene that made me start actively disliking Sally rather than being neutral on her, although there are other scenes that added to it). As for the other episode... I've yet to run into an example of 'the support team uses the machines and solo saves the day while the rescue team is unavailable' that I liked, and this one is no different.

14) A headcanon I love, dislike, and have a neutral opinion on. Lady Penelope: Love: Penny's mysterious former-spy father is actually a retired Agent 21. The ages line up, and canonically the Agents change their name both when they JOIN and when they RETIRE, and Agent 23 looks so simular to Penny that people constantly think 23 ***IS*** Penny and use her bio picture as a picture of Penny. Dislike: That Penny is disdainful or even dislikes Parker. She canonically and directly states how much she respects and likes him in her novels and comics, and while she sometimes is at odds with him, that respect and like remains. Neutral: That the reason Penny has a fear of mice and rats is due to one of her earliest spy missions going wrong and her spending time captive in a mice/rat infested cell that left her with psycological and physical scars. ...Plus, to be frank, MOST PEOPLE were scared of mice and rats at the time. They were a real problem and in some cases danger to people. There's a reason that the REAL villain in Lady and the Tramp is a rat, and it going after the baby is something that could and DID happen IRL. TOS: Love: (oh so many XD) Let's go with an odd one. That Jeff has been friends with Wilbur Zero, Sam Shore, and Charles Grey since childhood, the four still being friends even into current times. All four know and respect that there are secrets each has that they can't talk about and must actively protect, and they do their best not to investigate or even help support / protect it if the need arises. The other three are certain that Jeff is FINANCING International Rescue, but they don't realize that the Tracys ARE International Rescue. Dislike: I don't like the 'Gordon doesn't actually get along well with his family' headcanon. I don't know if it's still a thing, but it was something that cropped up on occasion in older fanfics and zines and BOY do I dislike it. Neutral: Alan's astronaut training was done at WARP (WSP in canon, I changed it to WARP - world astronautical & rift patrol - so it stood out from the OTHER WSP - World Security Patrol, and WASP - world aquanaut security patrol). This one is neutral because to me it seems likely to the point of being near canon ^^;; 04 Film: Love: That there is a missing scene once all is said and done and they're safe on the island and Alan is being congratulated by Jeff when you suddenly hear a "ALAN!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BIRD!?!" off camera from Scott when he finally gets a chance to check One over becuase One got put through the wringer a bit XD Dislike: That Fermat is Brains' CLONE. Why is THAT the 'only' option?! Why is that the FIRST option!? Why is 'Brains was with someone and they seperated or the woman was lost, perhaps in the same accident that killed Alan's mom' not what people assume? (actually if you want some terror fodder... look at how Fermat reacts to WOMEN compared to how he reacts to MEN, because that is nearly textbook for a young teen abused by a woman / mother.) Neutral: The Tracys don't mind people filming the Tbirds because there is no way to STOP THAT with cameras being as readily available as they are, and they always wear the disguising helmets we see Virgil wearing during the Oil Rig rescue when outside the Tbirds so their identities are protected. TaG: Love: That IR has actually only been back at full operation for a short time frame, as there likely was a solid chunk of time where Scott was the only one old enough to be on rescues (John could have easily been on comms the whole time, but Virgil would need to have been in his late teens at minimum to take up the duties required for Two. Same for Gordon. Kayo seems to have been MIA until fairly recently, Alan only JUST started rescue work, and there is no indication that Sally was ever involved in rescue work.

Dislike: That TaG Gordon was in WASP (and actually that TaG Scott was in the Air Force). Gordon's, at best, 18 or 19, when tag starts , and the youngest you can enlist at is 17... and that is with guardian permission. the catch is Gordon's been an active member of iR for well over a year given all dialogue. Thus there's no TIME for him to have been in WASP. TOS Tracys are all 19 (Alan) and up, they've all had time prior to IR for pre-existing careers... the TaG boys don't, esp with the 'iR has ben a thing for over 8 years' Neutral: The reason the world seems so 'at peace' is actually narrator bias. The tag Tracys are all to a man pacifists and are attending rescues... the world is not as peaceful and perfect as they think it is, because they are to one degree or another protected from it.

Now I answer Alex's question!!

15) which protagonist do I think would make a good villain? (The answer may surprise you!! XD)

#squiddo's ask game #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 65 #lady penelope #thunderbirds 2004 #thunderbirds are go

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allthecreepsofthecosmos · 1 year ago

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Meet Salamander!

Hi everyone! Crystal here. Every now and then I’ll be posting little updates talking about different aspects of the VN. Today I’d like to talk about one of the two protagonists of Side Future. Here’s Salamander!

Salamander’s the second character we came up with for the game. The first is… the other protagonist of Side Future. You’ll have to learn about that character later, though you’ve already gotten a glimpse… anyhow, Salamander is, as you can tell, a very reckless and impulsive girl. She gets in over her head easily and has to improvise her way out of bad situations. I felt she was a good perspective to start the story from because of this. It’s just not as fun if your protagonist never makes mistakes! Her attitude also ties into her powers. Of course I had to give a hot-headed character like her a heat related power. I didn’t want to go the route of having her shoot fireballs or anything, in part because I was so set on the image of someone fighting using a baseball bat. So that became, “what if she could make the bat burning hot?”, and then, “what if she could heat ANYTHING she touches?” It was a lot of fun writing different ways she can use her power in combat. You’ve already gotten a glimpse of that, with her shattering the window, and one Slipperman’s explosive end. She’s got more tricks up her sleeve than that!

She’s relatively new to the underground resistance; her teammates Meteor and Starlight have been there longer than her. I feel like she plays very well off of both their characters; Meteor’s much more precise and serious, while Starlight is more sensitive and forgiving. I hope you look forward to seeing how their relationships develop as the story goes on!

Of course you’ve already seen another side of Sally. Underneath her confident veneer, she’s actually quite anxious and unsure when it comes to the missions her team runs. She’s a bit like a wavering flame, in that sense! This part of Salamander is probably the most personal to me. The introduction of the game, where Sally walks through a crowd of people, is taken from my own anxieties of being out in public as a trans woman. Like, of course things have been fine most of the time. Where I live people generally mind their business. But there’s always been that fear of someone ill-intentioned clocking me and deciding that today’s the day they’re going to fuck someone up in one way or another. I wish that wasn’t there, but it sticks with you, and so it’s something that sticks with Salamander. Powers aside, she’s a character who’s lived the reality of being trans in a place extremely unwelcoming to her, and those experiences are really important to the character she is.

To lighten things up, let’s talk about names! Why Salamander? Well, salamanders have always been associated with fire. It’s said that people used to believe that salamanders were born from fire… though actually, they had just tossed logs that already had salamanders in them into their fire without realizing. That’s what I heard, at least! So there’s that old sort of association, but there’s also something bigger than that. And that is… I’m a big retro game fan. Can you guess my favorite Konami game? From Salamander, it makes sense to shorten it to Sally, and it’s pretty cute, too! On top of that, she has her real name, Samantha. Why all these names? I guess it’s because I know a lot of people who go by a lot of names; names used online, names used in real life, names used only with certain people… I thought it would be fun to incorporate that into the story in a way. If you ever get confused about who’s who, you can always check out their profile!

And now, a word from our sprite artist @alexidv on designing Sally!

"Hello! I'm Alexandra, and I'm the character designer and artist on All the Creeps of the Cosmos! Salamander was the first character design I worked on after joining the project, which also meant that her design would be what defined the look for Side Future, and the standard that future designs would be created to work well with. Crystal and Sadie were great at making the process as smooth as possible, though, discussing what they were envisioning for the game and answering questions, and providing reference material including photos, descriptions, and a draft of the script. The dream situation for anyone doing art commissions!

In large part due to their excellent communication, the design only had to go through a few revisions before we had settled on what she should look like, primarily involving some minor changes to her hairstyle. The first draft left her ears uncovered, which was pretty cute (you can see a doodle I made of this on the design sheet) - but at this point I'm so used to her final design that it honestly feels weird to consider anything else.

For the in-game sprites, we went for pixel art with an aesthetic influenced by adventure games like Snatcher and the GBA/DS Ace Attorney games. As I started working on them, I did end up tweaking the proportions a bit to focus more on her face and to make the patches on her jacket read better, and did a sketch in the intended resolution that I then pixeled over, to make sure that everything would be legible even when the game camera is zoomed out.

I'm really glad to be part of this project, and I love these characters so much... I was about to end this little write-up by talking about how Sally is one of my favorites, but as I went through the cast in my head, I'm realizing that I like all of them and that it's difficult to say that any aren't among my favorites...... Crystal and Sadie are just doing too good of a job at writing them, I guess!!" That’s all for now! Thanks for reading! Next time I’ll be talking about our inspirations for Cosmos. See you!

- Crystal

#all the creeps of the cosmos #gamedev #indiedev #visual novel #transgender #pixel art #lgbtq #artists on tumblr #indie visual novel

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kiewieart · 2 years ago

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cough would u mind sharing w the class what PJSK AU is? perhaps? perchance? permaybe? perprettypleasewithacherryontop?

OHM YGOD REALLY UR ASKING ABT MY AU EEK OMG OMG/POS UMUMUMUMUM OK OKOOKK

okay well the pjsk au (Project Sekai Alternate Universe) is based off the mobile rhythm game Colorful Stage (Project Sekai)!! I'll try to simplify the game lore/whatever u call it..

this is gonna be abit long im sorry

PJSK CONTEXT:

Hastune Miku and the other original vocaloids (MEIKO, KAITO, Megurine Luka, Kagamine Len & Rin) are all established vocaloids in the real world, where the 20 in game 'ocs' are established.

There is this concept of Sekais; i describe it as a pocket dimension based on everyone's individual's soul/feelings. Pretty sure everyone has one of their own where it conceptualises a character's.. character.

But that isnt the main focus! The main focus of the game is the collective Sekais made by a group of characters! For example, Mafuyu, has created an 'empty sekai'; a pocket dimension -accessible through technology (mainly phones)- that is an empty ground sprinkled with a few boring abstract structures, etc. It is a sekai created by her strong feelings of emptiness specifically, but moreso that fits with the rest of the group she is in. The sekai can change some aspects during Mafuyu's self discovery with the help of her friends :3

Every group in the game consists of 4 members, all connected through music. Groups are: Leo/Need (School Sekai), More More Jump! (Stage Sekai), WonderlandsxShowtime (Wonderland Sekai), Vivid BAD Squad (Street Sekai) and Nightcord at 25:00 (Empty Sekai)

Anyway, every conjoined?? group sekai is greeted by a MIKUUU we love miku ily miku- Every Miku is different!! In the Empty Sekai, we see a very mellow, confused, empty Miku with a design that fits within the theme. This is also brought upon the other vocaloids! They all have different designs and personalities that are definitely supposed to mirror a different character in the group, however they may enter the sekai when events are made for a certain vocaloid to come and help a character/s :)

I guess you could say that each virtual singer has a main focus on a specific sekai? Luka is with Leo/Need, Rin is with MMJ, Len and MEIKO with VBSquad (fuck them for giving two vs and none to N25 grrrrrrrrrr) and yeah you could say Miku leads empty sekai but she kinda does the same with the other sekais

god this might be hard to understand without actually playing/reading the events but i hope this makes sense so far? heres a shitty ms paint thing for visual imagery <33

MY PJSK AU CONTEXT:

alright so this is what u asked JHERGIKURTD so uhh baaaasicalllyyy what ive done was just erase all the characters in the game and insert ninjago LMFAOAOAO

i mean i havent exactly figured out the whole au, but i did kinda want to make ninjago groups that are similar to the original ones? same vibe i guess!

Street Sekai (ninjago ver) is where Lloyd, Brad, Kai and Nya are grouped together as a team of vocals/dancers! in porject sekai, there are two pairs of characters that join up as one to beat an old street group as their main motivation. Lloyd and Brad, Kai and Nya are the pairs that join up as the current group ^w^

As for the virtual singers residing in the sekais, im thinking of just making some subcharacters in ninjago the vocaloids! Skylor is the placeholder for MEIKO :) i think they fit perfectly.. MEIKO in the street sekai has a coffee shop and Skylor would have a ramen shop... like cmon.. GRRR scrunches them all up..

as for the other groups.. idk but i def wanna make sally either an idol or in a school band.. but ugh.. darkleys school band.. but i want lloyd and brad to be in a street group.. the agony..

um.. i think.. thats alll................. sweats

plsplspls ask more specific questions if something doesnt make sense or if u wanna know more HAHAH eg who lloyd and brad are based off of/personality shit like that idk but yh i hope this was a satisfactory explanation..

#infodump #god fuck #idk if i explain this well im horrible at this #thank you for asking tho i have multiple pjsk aus for diff fandoms and it is melting my brain #if you have any ideas for other sekais let me know id LOVE to make this a community thing but psh too ambitious ahah what if-#ninjago #pjsk #pjsk au #ninjago au #project sekai #project sekai au #sweating so hard rn

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“Gah! Stupid sensitive rodent eyes!” Dr. Two Brains swore as he tried to clear his vision by rubbing his eyes and blinking rapidly. He didn’t see Atomic Steele, Fern Trap, and Hydro chase after Polaroid while Electric Blur stayed behind to make sure the mad scientist and the kids were okay. “Are you okay Dr. Two Brains?” Electric Blur inquired. Two Brains nodded vigorously. Scoops and Rose quickly approached the heroine. “Please save our friends.” Rose pleaded. “Yeah. I have known them for so long. Plus Violet is my girlfriend. I don’t want anything bad happening to either of them.” Scoops exclaimed with tears in his eyes. Blur looked up at the other two kids. While neither blonde expressed any vocal words, the heroine could tell by their expressions that they were both equally worried and frightened by the situation as well. Electric Blur gave them a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. My team and I have dealt with Polaroid many times before. We have always been able to save the citizens he traps. I promise I will bring your friends back safely.” She replied in a calm tone. Just as Electric Blur was about to fly off and join her teammates, she felt a hand on her shoulder halting her. Blur turned and saw the mad scientist staring at her. His eyes and face no longer held any fury, but rather pain and fear. “Please…save my little pinky.” Dr. Two Brains spoke in a quiet tone. Blur looked taken aback by the mad scientist’s words and expression but then schooled her features in a determined look. “I will.” Two Brains let the heroine go and Blur flew off to join her colleagues. Electric Blur focused on the mission and ignored the panged feeling in her heart. She couldn’t help but feel jealous of Becky. Her father was a villain but he was willing to do anything to save and protect his daughter. He genuinely cared about her. “I guess a villain cares about his child more than a person proclaiming to be the good guy.” Blur muttered albeit bitterly. Sally looked satisfied with her clean office. It was perfectly organized and tidy. “There, all ready for the new lawyer to arrive.” Sally Botsford exclaimed in a proud tone. Her smile then turned into a frown as she thought of something. “Hmm. I wonder if I should have laid out some snacks and beverages?” Sally commented aloud. A knock on the door to her office soon snapped her out of her musings. “Coming.” Sally called out. She then opened the door and saw a woman standing on the other side. She looked to be of African descent with dark brown hair and piercing golden eyes. The woman had a few facial scars under her eye and lips, but barely noticeable unless you fixated on it. The woman wore a deep red pantsuit. She had sharp, black glasses and her dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun. This woman screamed professionalism down to the bone. “Oh hello, may I help you?” Sally asked the women. “Hello Mrs. Botsford, my name is Talia Bloodrose. I am expected.” The woman replied in a calm and cool tone as she extended her hand. Sally let out an elated gasp and shook the woman’s hand. “Oh yes. Mrs. Bloodrose. We have been expecting you. It’s nice to meet another pursuer of justice.” Talia nodded. “Yes I am glad to meet a fellow lawyer as well.” Sally smiled. “So where are you from again? I’m sorry the name escapes me.” Talia shook her head. “No need to apologize Mrs. Botsford. I am from Newport City. I came here a few days ago and finally got adjusted to my new dwellings. I decided to come by and greet the people I am going to work with before I started my position.” The lawyer explained. “Wonderful. Let me show you around and where you will be working. I’m sure the people of Fair City will benefit from your work.” Mrs. Botsford exclaimed. She turned her head and began to give Talia a tour. Sally didn’t notice the malevolent smirk that featured on the woman’s lips. “I am sure that the people here will be affected by what I do.” The woman replied in an unnoticeable, ominous tone. @melodythebunny

“Help Me! Somebody Save me!” Becky dropped the book she was reading with a thud as her face became a mix of extreme alarm and worry. Normally Becky would have a cool head whenever she heard a cry for help. She would simply transform into Wordgirl and Bob would transform into Captain Huggy Face. She would then take her sidekick and fly towards the person in danger. This was not like other times. She knew the voice of the person crying for help. It was her dad’s voice. The infamous Dr. Two Brains. Becky had her dad get frightened before, especially when cats were around. Her dad did not sound like he had an encounter with a cat. To the young girl, it sounded like her dad had an encounter with a much more frightening being. Bob spoke in his usual monkey chatter, asking the young girl what was wrong. Becky turned to her sidekick. “Dad’s in big trouble. He really needs our help Bob.” Becky exclaimed in an alarmed and urgent tone. Bob’s eyes widened in shock. He then gave the young girl a determined nod, telling her he was ready to help save her dad. Bob leaped onto her shoulder as Becky touched the center of her sweater, ready to transform. “Word Up!” She exclaimed as now Wordgirl and Captain Huggy Face headed off to where Dr. Two Brains was crying for help. Wordgirl landed at the grocery store and gasped at the sight before her. There was a lot more destruction around here than was normal for her dad when he was committing a crime. A mix of goop and cheese splatters decorated the walls and aisles of the grocery store. A few unfortunate citizens appeared to have been caught trapped by either the goop or cheese splatters. “Dr. Two Brains! Where are you?” Wordgirl called out, hoping her dad would answer. She soon heard two voices shouting near the back of the store. One, she recognized as her dad, the other was unfamiliar to her. “WOULD YOU QUIT SHOOTING AT ME! I’M A JESTER! NOT A CLOWN!” The unfamiliar voice shouted. “IT’S THE SAME THING AND NO!” Her dad shouted back. Wordgirl sped towards the shouting and saw a sight that confused her more than frightened her. On one side, Dr. Two Brains was hiding behind a row of shelves, clutching onto a cheese ray and a goop ray. He looked to be fighting for his life. On the other end was a man that neither Wordgirl nor Huggy had seen before. The figure was wearing a jester’s outfit that was similar to what a jester at a Renaissance festival would wear. The guy seemed to be as frightened as her dad was. He was also clearly trying to avoid getting shot at. ‘What the heck is going on here?’ Wordgirl thought to herself. She looked at her sidekick who simply gave a shrug. He was just confused as she was. Wordgirl cleared her throat to get their attention. “Excuse me. Can someone please explain to me what is going on here?” Wordgirl politely asked. Both men looked surprised and relieved to see Wordgirl had shown up, but for different reasons. “Oh thank goodness, a superhero. Please, you have to save me from this maniac!” The jester figure pleaded. “Excuse me! I am the one who needs help here!” Dr. Two Brains exclaimed in an angry and offended tone. He then turned to Wordgirl. “Wordgirl you got to get rid of this nightmarish clown. Take him to a jail far away from here.” The mad scientist pleaded. This time the jester figure looked offended. “I am a jester! Not a clown!” He shouted back.

"Same thing!" Two brains scoffed

"uhh... actually-" a passerby spoke up, it was the guy who usually couldn't find the police station. "there is a difference..."

"did he steal something....? Or ...?" The jester man shook his head. "No! I was simply standing here!" "Yeah standing there Menacingly!" Two brains says.

Wordgirl sighed. She understood his phobia of clowns the similar like. However she couldn't really do much since this was a public space. "Dr. Two brains..i can't just arrest a person for existing..."

"man...barely ten minutes here and I'm already being Obstrized!"

"are you trying say ostracized?" Wordgirl says. "Though that means to exclude (someone) from a society or group. Or in this case being in this store."

"ohhh...yes! Exactly that! I just want to shop! And this absolute fiend, is trying to cause a ruckus to get me kicked out!" He pointed accusingly at the mouse scientist.

@ninjastormhawkkat

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself

Word count: 6,377

(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, it’d probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao

You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence you’ve had since starting high school.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you would’ve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you haven’t had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.

“Mornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, “well, looks like someone’s well rested.”

“Yeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.”

“Glad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.”

“Glad to hear someone’s feeling well rested,” your uncle grumbled into his coffee.

“Schlatt, don’t be such a downer all the time,” Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle.

“Fuck you Phil, I’m a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Dad, I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Uncle Schlatt’s the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesn’t live here.”

Schlatt gave a booming laugh, “suck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why you’re my favorite niece.”

“At least I’m someone’s- wait. I’m your only niece.”

“Still my favorite niece!”

You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. “Love ya, Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle’s cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, “love ya too, kid.”

“Love each other quieter, you woke me up.” Wilbur’s tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.

“My man! How’s Sally, huh?”

Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. “Who’s Sally, Wilbur?”

You couldn’t leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. “Sally’s just one of his friends at school. They’re job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?” You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead.

“Yes! We’re planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that it’d be a good idea if we want to major in music.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, I’d love to meet her!” Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur.

Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. “I’ll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?”

Philza grinned cheekily, “yes! I can’t believe you haven’t brought her over sooner if you’re close enough to job shadow with her!”

At this point, Schlatt’s face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. “I’m not missin this. Me an’ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.”

Wilbur still hasn’t noticed that they hadn’t bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasn’t a dream. Everything was real.

Sammy <3

(y/n) you fucking pervert

How could you do this to us????

Adrian <3

We’ve given you everything and yet you’re still a disgusting person.

Fucking faggot

We thought we could fix you, but you’re broken

You’re always going to be

Sammy <3

And now, you’re gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.

It’ll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself

You’re staying far away from Annie

Adrian <3

You’ve put her through so much shit and now this

We swear to god if you talk to her again we’re gonna make you wish you would’ve gone through with killing yourself freshman year

We’re leaking the pictures slut

You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haley’s stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haley’s pictures. They could leak yours, you didn’t give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haley’s? She didn’t do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didn’t deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence.

(Y/n)

That was you guys?????

Why the fuck would you do that

I trusted you

All of you

Sammy <3

We trusted you too dyke

But you’re a two-faced bitch

And to think we actually thought you were our friend

Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?

I’m disgusted

You’re a fucking pervert.

Adrian <3

We shouldn’t have talked you out of suicide freshman year

You fucking deserve it

Make Annie’s life easier and just swan dive off a roof

You’ll be doing everyone a favor

(Y/n)

Listen, I don’t care if you leak my pictures.

Just don’t leak Haley’s

She has no part in this

I’ll leave you guys alone if you delete Haley’s pictures

Hell, I’ll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today

It’s Haley’s time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain

She’s worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her

Let her have her moment

Sammy <3

For once she has a point

She probably manipulated the poor girl

Who knows what the fag would’ve done to her if we didn’t expose her

Adrian <3

Fine, we’ll delete Haley’s pictures and we’ll wait until after the game

But we’re leaking yours

You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley

“Kid, are you okay? You’re kinda pale over there buddy.”

Looking up from your phone, you saw everybody’s eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.

“She just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.”

“But Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.”

“No, that was algebra two, I’m taking stats this year,” that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. “C’mon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.”

He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Techno’s room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. “What’d I say about kno- (y/n)?”

Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Techno’s bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.

“(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?”

After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. “Breathe with me.” Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasn’t working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?”

When you didn’t move your wide eyes away from Techno’s face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. “You can get through this. What’re five things you can see around the room?”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadn’t noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldn’t see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room.

You tried to swallow, but you couldn’t do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out “I-I can’t breathe. I-”

“Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.”

You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings.

“You… Wilbur… Desk… Window…”

“That’s good, just one more.”

Your eyes flicked around the room, “...Book.”

“Look back at me, you’re doing so good,” when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. “Nice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?”

You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. “Bed… Pants… You… Carpet.”

“Three things you can hear?”

“You… Birds… Breathing.”

“You’re almost there, I’m so proud of you. Two things you can smell?”

“Toast and… and burning?”

Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. “Good, last one. One thing you can taste?”

You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, “...snot.”

“Wilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?” Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.

Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. “Are you feeling better?”

You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, “yeah, how’d you know what to do?”

His smile turned slightly bashful, “I did some research last night. I’m glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?”

You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes.

He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasn’t gotten to the whole “go kill yourself” or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didn’t even get to the bad parts yet.

In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. “Thanks, Wil.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Techno’s shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. “Tech, what’s-”

He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. “Read it yourself.” He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.

You watched Wilbur’s face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. “(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?”

Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small “sorry.” You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.

“This isn’t your fault. None of it is, it’s all their fault,” he spat with disgust. “How’d they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “that’s the thing, Wil. I’ve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.”

You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilbur’s arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than you’ve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.

“(Y/n), you don’t deserve a single fucking thing that’s happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?”

Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. “But I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. I’m just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Technoblade, that’s enough.” Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“No it isn’t Wilbur. It’s not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What they’re doing is gaslighting. You’re in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.”

“It’s when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain… I’d know if I’m being gaslit, and I’m not. They’re just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.” “How do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. That’s the definition of being gaslit. They’re constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that you’re hurt by their comments. That’s not a healthy friendship, (y/n). It’s toxic.

“Real friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when you’re as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you weren’t ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldn’t care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.”

You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didn’t you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldn’t help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didn’t even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldn’t recognize the obvious signs of manipulation?

On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didn’t know you were capable of.

They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self.

You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technoblade’s intense gaze with one of your own. “Those bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,” you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. “I-I’m gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what it’s like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what it’s like to constantly get beaten down.”

Techno’s hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, “that’s the spirit! You’re gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!”

Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. “As much as I love that you’re finally realizing that they’re toxic as hell and want revenge, you’d have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldn’t be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I don’t think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. They’re the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?” Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. “...(Y/n), you’re gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. We’ll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we aren’t eighteen yet, so it’s still legal. ”

“YES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WE’RE GONNA FUCK EM UP!”

“YOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.” Philza’s voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your father’s angry form and your uncle’s intrigued, slightly proud form.

You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. “...How long were you standing there?”

Your father sneered. “Well, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?”

Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, “there’s just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We weren’t gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how it’d be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didn’t need to fight.”

Immediately, your dad’s stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if you’re lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you through it.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Plus, it’s nothing I can’t handle by myself.”

“But you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-”

“I just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldn’t be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,” you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldn’t see through your lie.

“...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “an hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or you’re going to be late.”

Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.

“...Ya know, I approve,” after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. “I approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.”

You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. “Close your mouths, you’re gonna catch flies.” He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering “now, you didn’t hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Don’t hesitate. Don’t tuck your thumb in, that’ll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.”

“I-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please don’t tell dad?”

“Of course not! I mean, if you don’t fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when you’re done, I want details.”

You saluted sarcastically, “yessir, will do!”

He gave a boisterous laugh, “you better. Now go get ready.”

As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. “This is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.” In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids you’ve ever met.

“Well boys, you get first pics!” You held out the candy to them.

Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, “but they gave those to you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.” You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!”

You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than you’ve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore.

While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haley’s. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didn’t have to worry about her pictures anymore.

(Y/n)

Haley

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I have good news

You don’t have to worry about your pics anymore

I took care of it.

You don’t have to reply to this

Just know that I took care of it and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.

You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the ‘delivered’ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say ‘read’. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haley’s face on your screen. She was calling you.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, “hey Hales.”

“(Y/n), what’d you do?”

“I took care of it. That’s all you have to know.”

“I think I should know more. What’d you do?”

You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, “I asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, it’s part of our deal.”

“...You found out who they were?”

“Yeah, but that’s not important. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“(Y/n), don’t tell me what to worry about. Who are they?”

“...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, you’re scary when you’re mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.”

“It was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you shrugged. “I dunno. I think they were just jealous. They’re assholes and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed it a lot sooner. I’m sorry they put you through that, you didn’t deserve what they did to you.”

“God (y/n),” she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. “I can’t imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.”

“I know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I should’ve noticed that it was them. They’ve always been toxic as hell.”

“How’d you find out? What happened?”

“Did you hear about what they did to me yesterday?”

“Should I? If you’re not comfortable talking about it, that’s totally okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,” you added nonchalantly. “But that’s not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.”

“...(Y/n), how could you say that’s not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? What’d they say they’d do with yours?”

“I asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work you’ve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.”

You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, “(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. You’re gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that you’re being so nonchalant about that.”

“They’ve put me through worse. Besides,” you wove a hand in the air, “it’ll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marlene’s nudes when May’s got leaked like a week later.”

“Still, it’s degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve seen you. You can’t come back from that sweetheart.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. “I don’t care if people see my boobs, it wasn’t even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.”

Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. “Dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.”

You smiled at him, “thank you buddy. Let him know I’ll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.”

He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. “Was that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?”

“Of course, he and Tubbo are our team’s mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.”

“I can’t wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. It’s more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.”

“Oh, believe me I’m furious. Heh, I’m actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, I’m just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.”

“...Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do something stupid tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. It’s more getting justice than being stupid.”

“(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, I’m gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, you’re gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.”

“So we’re gonna sit together?” You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.

Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, “of course we are silly, you’re my best friend. I gotta go, my dad’s calling me. I’ll talk to you later!”

“See ya!” When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didn’t ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didn’t like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future.

“(Y/N), HURRY UP YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Tommy’s voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. “Coming!”

You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.

After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. “You look nice today hun.”

“Thanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. I’m honestly really pumped to play tonight.”

“That’s good,” he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I don’t know what happened to you this morning and I don’t know exactly what’s going on in your life right now, but just know that I’m always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone else’s dad for you,” he chuckled, “I’ll do it.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school.

The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.

“Hey Tech?” He hummed, looking over to you.

“Sorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. We’d have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterday’s notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.”

As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. “(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Don’t deal with this on your own, we’re here for you,” Wilbur said genuinely.

“Yeah, if they say anything bad about you, it’s on sight.”

You laughed, “thanks guys, I’ll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.”

In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.

The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, you’d go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didn’t show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you “manipulated” her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annie’s and Adrian’s unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration.

They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. You’d even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didn’t write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didn’t care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmate’s time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (“the most important one” he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principal’s office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them.

At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didn’t really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you weren’t the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you.

Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrian’s completely done and Annie’s thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You weren’t even done with what you had in store for them.

You had their parent’s phone numbers and you got Adrian’s boss’ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annie’s parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You weren’t sure about Adrian’s or Sammy’s parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrian’s parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammy’s parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this.

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Tf2 headcanons? Aw yeah! So let's say a new merc joins the team. They're a total asshole: Cocky, sarcastic, overconfident, refuse help. But both Spy and Scout see right through that, it's a defense mechanism. How do they go about making this person comfortable enough to not be an asshole?

*chanting* HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMF

Okay, jokes aside, this is one of my favorite tropes. Maybe I’m too naïve to believe that some people are just mean to be mean, or maybe it’s a sort of comfort to know that even the worst people can be understood, but either way, WOOOOOOOOO!

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An Ass For An Ass

Headcanons

Scout:

To be honest, Scout’s threshold for asshole-ery is pretty high. Growing up with eight brothers will do that to you.

But when the new recruit came around, something immediately rubbed him the wrong way.

Recruit always stole his thunder with the crass jokes and over-the-top displays. Every battle turned into a competition, which messed with Scout’s system of fighting. He never had to focus much on his own team before, and now he had to worry about keeping his own reputation upheld while trying not to get stabbed, shot, or blown up.

Recruit also kept hitting on Miss Pauling - even after reminding them again and again that she was lesbian, and was not and never will be into dudes.

“Come on…you just haven’t been with a real man yet…”

“No, no, I’ve been with a lot of men. Real men. I just wasn’t into any of them. After a while, it was kind of obvious.”

But what really pissed a lot of people off was Recruit’s fighting style.

They were an absolute monster on the field - that’s why they were chosen - but every interaction was treated as some sort of survival scenario.

One would think that would be a good thing, but Recruit was ridiculous.

No matter what the situation was, he was fine, he was okay, he could take it, he could fix it.

He could be killed only inches away from a Medic because he would never yell for one. Sometimes Recruit would even show visible anger at being healed. It got to the point where Medic didn’t heal him at all, and just allowed him to die as to not waste time he could give too more grateful patients.

Missions were even worse.

He followed orders to a T, but Pauling had to beg him to leave a failed mission, or to leave without completely destroying the site.

Everyone just took it as Recruit showing off, or having something to prove as a rookie.

It was annoying, but ultimately harmless in most circumstances.

However, it all came to a head when Recruit tried disengage a sentry by himself and was severely injured.

Both Engineer and Medic, who had had to fix most of Recruit’s past and current recklessness, ripped him a new one, one chewing out after the other.

“What we’re you thinkin’, son?! One crossed wire and you woulda blown the whole base!”

“Zhe only reason you are allowed in my lab at all is because it’s in my contract. Personally, I vould have rather left nature to it…”

Since then, Recruit did exactly as he was told, and nothing else. And most of the team liked it that way.

But Scout recognized some warning signs immediately. Fatigue, near silence except for missions, self-isolation, snapping when people got too close…it all paved the way for a pretty nasty (and, for Scout, very familiar) result.

One night, Recruit was sitting on the balcony, and Scout came out with two bottles - a beer for Recruit and a root beer for himself.

(Scout can only drink on the weekends because one, unlike most, he can’t go to work hung over because his job requires a lot of movement, and two, he has no restraint and can’t stop once he starts.)

“What do you want?”

Scout shrugged. “Depends.”

“On what?!”

“What are ya willin’ to tell me?”

Recruit just looked at the beer and sneered.

“Can’t we just skip this?” Scout said. “Maybe get to the part where you tell me what kinda Sally Sob Story we’re dealin’ with here?”

Recruit looked away.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t got one. ‘Cause you do. I can see it a mile away. So what happened? Pop leave? Somebody died? Lotta brothers and sisters? Ma had a few too many and smacked ya around?”

Recruit didn’t turn around, but Scout could tell he was crying. He had hit a sore spot. Hard.

“Hey, pal, listen…”

Scout trailed off, then slowly began again.

“…the only reason I know is ‘cause I’ve been through it, ‘kay? Outta everybody I knew, I only trusted me. And that was great when I did a good job, ‘cause I knew I put me there.”

Scout opened his bottle of root beer and took a long swig.

“But when I screwed somethin’ up, it’s like everybody I ever knew just let me down. The one thing I could count on was gone.”

Recruit looked at Scout with tears in his eyes.

“But ya can’t do everything by yourself,” Scout continued. “Believe me. I learned that the hard way.”

Scout laughed, but it was mostly to clear the air. He didn’t get serious very often.

Recruit hadn’t touched his beer, but was leaned over the balcony with his head in his hands.

Scout sighed and looked up at the stars.

“But here’s somethin’ that nobody told me - it gets easier, y’know that? You just gotta relax and cut yourself some slack.”

Recruit shifted uncomfortably. “But the Administrator said…”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know what she said. Gave ya that whole speech about how bein’ part of the team means discipline and focus and whatever. It’s all bull crap. She don’t know the first thing about bein’ on the field. If she did, why’d she hire us?”

“Sh-she said my perseverance was an asset to the team.”

“Perseverance, my ass. You know what would be an asset to the team? Stayin’ alive for more than fifteen minutes!”

Recruit looked at his feet. He had blinked away his tears, but he still looked on the verge of falling apart.

Scout put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it a little.

“You’re a great fighter, Recruit. You’re one of the best…that’s why you’re here. You got nothin’ to prove to nobody. Not to me, not to the team, not to the Administrator…not even to yourself. You’ve made it, kid. You’ve made it.”

Scout slid his hand off Recruit and started to walk away.

“Hey.”

Scout turned to see Recruit in the process of opening his beer.

“Thanks.”

Scout smiled. “No problem, pal. Plenty more under Demo’s mattress.”

“No, I mean…for that. I needed that tonight.”

“Oh…yeah! Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

Scout went back inside and to his room - but not before checking the cameras on the balcony a few times. Just in case.

Over the next few months, Scout kept helping Recruit break some old bad habits.

Recruit learned to take criticism without getting angry, to leave tanked missions, and to take care of himself.

He still occasionally flirted with Miss Pauling, but it was now more of an inside joke than anything.

Recruit still isn’t perfect - he still cringes a little when he’s healed, and falls back into survival mode when times are stressful - but he is now a much happier, much healthier person.

Spy:

Spy’s asshole wasn’t a merc, per se.

They were more of an informant, usually giving out important facts about locations, missions, and a target’s history.

Sometimes they would even use the Administrator’s PA system to announce new rules and reminders.

This would be perfectly fine - after all, you get kind of tired of hearing the Administrator all the time - except for the fact that Informant was the most sarcastic, most nasally, most apathetic, most matter-of-fact person on earth.

Even outside of a work setting, which was rare because they stayed in their office most of the time, Informant would go out of their way to be as condescending as possible.

Especially to whoever they considered to be in the “less intelligent” category: Heavy, Pyro, Scout, Demo, and Soldier.

To all the “others,” he turned every briefing into a contest to see who knew more at any given time…which, of course, usually meant he won.

“Now, does anyone know where his address is? Come on, any takers? Yeah, I thought so.”

Unlike Recruit, which would only warrant a few grumbles here and there from the team, Informant was the subject of a lot of hissed complaints and terrible rants from even the calmest of members.

Informant was the only one who could get under Heavy’s skin - a personal pet peeve of his was being considered less intelligent or less of a human being because English wasn’t his first language, which Informant chose to remind him of constantly.

It began with a few simple jabs at his grammar or word structure, but once Informant figured out that Heavy wouldn’t hurt a fly outside of battle, the taunts grew more and more daring.

Heavy would usually ignore Informant, which would only exacerbate their need to be noticed. This led to some pretty nasty interactions - from spouting the statistics of Russia’s average intelligence to even saying Heavy was a disgrace to his country by being a literature major.

“How’s that Russian literature major treating you? You know - in America.”

Sniper and Medic had tried to set Informant straight, but Heavy refused to accept any help. This was something that was his to bear, and his alone. He knew that they both took their own helping of harassment.

But one day, Informant went a little to far.

He did the one thing you should never do: insult Heavy’s family.

“You mother and sisters can’t do anything more than wait for you. No wonder you’re the only source of income.”

Before he knew it, Informant was against a wall, struggling to breathe, blood running into his eyes.

Heavy walked away after the incident, and told Medic about it, but he refused to heal him. Informant had called Medic a Nazi on more than one occasion.

This, finally, is where Spy comes in.

Spy was walking by Informant’s office, when he heard a strange sound - barely suppressed hiccups and sobs.

Despite his aversion to displays of emotion, the promise of seeing one of his greatest enemies as their lowest was too amusing to resist.

He knocked lightly on the door, then slowly opened it - always the master of drama.

Informant was under their desk, bloodied and bruised, sobbing into their knees.

Spy entered noiselessly, sitting in Informant’s office chair and lighting a cigarette.

It was only when Spy made a dramatic exhale of the smoke that Informant looked up, tears streaking their face.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Spy finally spoke.

“Oh, how the mighty fall. Flown too close to the sun, have we?”

Informant couldn’t do much more than snivel and retreat farther below the desk.

“Who did it?” Spy asked. “I want to give them my regards…and maybe a bottle of wine.”

“H-Heavy…”

“Oh? Well, if anyone can bring him to blows, it’s you.”

Spy put his feet on the desk and continued to blow smoke out of his nose, thinking.

“It’s strange,” he said. “Most offices have at least a few pictures of family. A trip to the beach, perhaps the zoo…?”

He took a quick glance around.

“No children. No army mates. No graduation photos or a large catch at a local lake. The only personal item you have is this…”

Spy picked up a Rubik’s Cube. The plastic still around it crinkled.

“Unused.”

Informant looked at the floor.

“I like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

Spy pursed his lips and squinted.

“How noble of you. But I don’t think that’s the case. You know what I think, Informant?”

Spy took his feet of the desk and bent down, looking Informant in the eyes.

“I don’t think you have a life.”

Informant’s eyes went wide for a moment, then his face immediately crumpled. Bullseye.

Spy smirked and got up from the chair, starting to leave.

Informant’s sniffling turned into sobbing, and before Spy could put his hand on the doorknob, muffled wailing filled the office.

Spy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He was trying not to remember something. But the imagery was too strong.

He remembered hiding under a table, like Informant was. People screaming and cursing at each other in French. His knees all scarred and his nose runny from a cold that should have resolved weeks ago. Waltz music coming from next door, trying to drown out the fighting. Glass breaking. Biting his knuckles so he wouldn’t whimper or cry.

Spy’s hand closed into fist. He took a deep breath, and turned to face Informant again.

“But to be fair…”

He walked towards the desk, putting his hand in his suit pocket. He got on his knees and pulled out a pink handkerchief.

“…I don’t have one either.”

He offered the handkerchief to Informant, who put it to his face, still staring at Spy through red eyes.

The pair were silent for a moment, with Spy putting out his cigarette and lighting a new one while Informant cleaned themselves up.

“But the difference between you and I,” Spy said, his voice wavering a bit, “is that I am a Spy. If my information got into the wrong hands, it could be the end of me and my team.”

He tapped his cigarette on a nearby trash can, letting the ashes fall into it.

“But what are you hiding from?”

Informant took a shaky inhale, the handkerchief still covering his nose and mouth.

“W-what?”

“Why do you feel the need to be, as Scout puts it, a tier five jerkazoid?”

Informant sniffled. “I…I didn’t think I took it that far.”

“Took what that far?”

“I just…snrk…I thought that’s what I had to do to get them to take me seriously.”

Informant laughed, but their heart wasn’t in it.

“I’m five foot four with red hair and freckles. I look more like someone’s Andy doll than a contract killer. I thought maybe if I knew everything…I’d be worth it.”

They shrugged.

“At best, they’d be impressed. At worst, they would never get close enough to me to know the truth: the only reason why I’m here is because I can rattle off a few names and that I had good grades in school because I had nothing better to do.”

Spy’s chest ached. He didn’t know why, but it was a strange feeling to him.

“Mon ami…”

He cleared his throat.

“If half of the team is any indication, you don’t need to be Nikola Tesla to be hired. Hell, the fact you can read is an anomaly in itself. But there is something you must understand…”

Spy cleared his throat again. His voice had gotten quite unstable all of a sudden.

“Intelligence is measured in different ways. Scout could never read even the simplest of children’s books, but his physical intelligence - reflexes, spatial awareness, aim - is phenomenal. Medic would have to put my spine back together if I even attempted to do what he does on the field.”

Informant snickered at the joke, or perhaps the image it conjured.

“And me,” Spy continued. “I can speak almost any language, adjust to any social setting, charm anyone, fool anyone…kill anyone. Just like you, I can remember, and I use the information I absorb mostly to show how superior I am to all my lowly colleagues.”

Spy furrowed his brow and looked away.

“But I know less about myself than even my enemies. I have hidden it so deep within my mind that I can hardly remember…or perhaps would rather not remember…who I was before this mask of mine.”

Informant hesitated. “I…I’m sorry, Spy.”

Spy sneered and puffed a few smoke rings.

“I don’t want your sympathy. I want you to have some self-respect - and respect for my teammates. Because next time you are beaten within an inch of your life, you might catch me in a less generous mood.”

With that, Spy got up, reached into his suit pocket and presented a small MediKit, which he tossed to Informant.

“I’d suggest freshening up before going to any more briefings.”

Informant nodded, and set to work healing himself.

Spy started to leave, then stuck his head back in.

“And hang a few posters, would you? Your office looks like a prison cell.”

Finally, the Frenchman took his leave, adjusting his suit and nodding solemnly to the team members he happened to pass - or scowling at them, depending.

He glanced over the security feed, and once he was satisfied, made his way to his smoking room.

Spy closed the heavy oak door, poured himself a small glass of scotch, and sat down in his chair next to the fireplace.

He put a magazine on his knee and began to flip through the pages, but his gaze soon started to wander.

He closed the magazine, tossed it into the fire, leaned into his hand, and wept.

…So what became of Informant?

Well, after a reluctant heal from Medic and a few well-deserved apologies, Informant began to try and break the cycle of self-sabotage.

The process took a lot longer than Recruit’s did - especially since Informant’s transgressions were a lot more egregious - but, little by little, they began to heal.

A lot of the time, the other mercs would have to tell them to tone it down a bit, or to cut him off completely if necessary.

Informant still almost has a panic attack if he doesn’t have the right papers, and his office is still pretty bare, but he took Spy’s advice - a few AC/DC posters hang on the leftmost wall.

As for Spy, well…he needs to have a talk with Medic.

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I am so sorry…this is all so messy and weird. One is so much longer than the other, and I’m not even sure half the dialogue sounds right.

The two headcanons were just typed out at different times, the first where I had less motivation and the second when I had more motivation. This wasn’t on purpose, it just happened.

I hope you still like it, though!

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