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I'm this close 🤏🏽 to setting up one of those box traps with the string and cheese to catch other csm self•shippers with . especially those who ship with characters present in part 2
Like hellooooo. psss pspspspsps. c'mere I have something for u...
#self ship#selfship#self shipping#selfshipping#csm#chainsaw man#pls pls pls i desperately need more csm self shipper mutuals 🙏🏽 let me be your token denji self shipper 🫴🏽🫴🏽🫴🏽#csm selfship#csmselfship#or. whatever itd be called?? idk#csm rp#<< for the goofs and the gaffs and the reach#idk i need more compadres
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not 2 brag but ive offically reach 100 likes YIPPIE !!!!
anyways i thought abt the thiefKAI au (gosh i hate KAI so mcuh hes always in my head) and i tried 2 make like drawing 4 it.
so basically if this was a long au i think itd start, yk, at the start so at the time KAIs just starting out but like gaining traction from society or whatever
so these are what i had in mind for like his og look, i gave him this fat hood bc A, i cant draw hoods and B, i think he looks silly (in a good way) erm and his shirt reached to just under the crotch. gosh erm i didnt like saying that, can i say upper middle thigh reigion ?? uhhh yeah. OH and the question is raised oh yeab sure its makes sense he could have become a thief because he needs food and supplies for him and NYA but why is he becoming some big scale infamous theif ?? thank you fot asking and well my answer is GARMADON (aaaahh!!) or some other large scale villain hiring KAI to steal all this expensive important stuff to yk exchange for money. the villain gets to progress with thier evil scheme and KAI, who is yk oblivious, gets money from it - win win situation.
i was thinking about giving well known better off more successful theifKAI to be wearing an oni mask, yk the full coverage and cool power boost (specifically the mask of hatred because it turns u all lava-y and how the color ourple is associated with royaltly and therefore the wealth and expense KAI loathed for in childhood which i think would be a nice way 2 tie it all together) but idk if that made him too OPish if yk what i mean but then again its not like hes in awarw of the other two masks, not that he'd go on a quest for them unless he knew they were valuable so maybe i will give him the mask.
and o my dear friends you may wonder AA WHAT ABOUT NYA ??? FEAR NOT compadre for i have a plan for him HOHO. so obviously NYA isnt oblivious to her brother's job shenanigans but hes kept enough of it away from her that she doesnt have enough of the pieces to put it all together so basically he has no idea whats goinf on with her brother. however NYA does manage to grow up somewhat comfortably and she manages to secure his place quite high in BORG.INC, aha saying INC kinda makes it sound evil. in this way she gets acquainted with PIXAL, ZANE and JAY who are during this time all ninja bc yk BORG stuff. btw we are moving this all into an au where the world turns out somehwat the same even without KAI just so i dont have to imagine the whole word differently bc thatd be hard and id make plenty of inconsistencies. ANYWYAS theyre all friends which is cool however NYA has a secret identity, ull never guess it,,,, SAMURAI X whoo !!!! SAMURAIX is a solo vigilante that not only stops crime but sometimes teams up with the NINJA (whos identies are secret) to fight bigger gangs.
everyone gets acquainted during one of KAIs heists where hes tryna steal, idk a golden weapon because theyv all been dug up and put on display in old rich peoples homes. i feel KAI is more on the stealth side of things but once he engages into battle he likes to be a little eccentric but cornered hes awfully angsty. this is indeed still and elemental master au! however KAI and NYA have not yet realised they can will the elements.
ill stop drawing KAI now i need 2 draw the other members, its literally been months since ive drawn LLOYD and ive never drawn PIXAL,,, someone please take this au i want 2 see something be done witj it TT
#ninjago#kai ninjago#lego ninjago#nya ninjago#ninjago au#ninjago lloyd#zane ninjago#jay ninjago#ninjago fanfiction#pixal ninjago#ninjago fanart
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hi swaggy!
i’ve taken the longest time to send this to you i’m so sorry! i saw his image of ramos in the madrid 2014 away kit and i knew i needed to find you flowers to match, i just haven’t seen any that match until today! hot pink doesn’t remind me of you (i know i’m sorry usually the flowers remind me of the person) but i think of ramos then instantly think of you (don’t worry as soon as i find flowers that make me think of you then i’ll be back)
you are such a pleasure to know and your blog is an absolute delight. you are genuinely one of the funniest people i know, and your ball knowledge is truly impeccable! i’m so lucky that we met and that we’re mutuals, you are such a joy and i appreciate you infinitely 💗
i hope the rest of your trip is more enjoyable and that there is nice weather for you when you come back here!
I- WHA- FLOWERS?! FOR ME?! IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS RN LIKE WTF!! also can we take a min to appreciate ramos in the pink beside the EXACT SAME PINK FLOWERS!!
i never thought in my life that ppl would attach me to ramos like wow that's still such a new feeling??? idk.
my van twin!! my bc bestie!! my cascadia comrade!! my west coast compadre!! im also very glad we became mutuals!! ur such a delight to see in my replies and ur hockey posts keep me tied to my canadian roots. i love u to infinity and appreciate u understanding my canadian jokes/references.
sending u lots of hugs and kisses 🫂💋
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Psst. Hey you. Yeaaaah, yeah you. Wit da face. Stop scrolling for a moment. Lend me your ear for a bit, won't ya? You wouldn't happen to like video games, would ya? You do! What a sweet, sweet coincidence. Well boy oh boy do I have an offer for you. Pshh, what am I saying, an offer? This ain't no offer, this is a charity service. I'm here to provide something to you that you don't even need to think about paying for. On the house! How kind I am, I know, I know, don't make me blush. Listen kid, for you, and only you, I can let you in on a few secrets of mine. Some people in the industry might call them... Leaks. That's right, genuine, fresh off the gosh DAMN presses, home cooked, video game leaks. All for you! What a treat! Welly well, if you "agree" to open your arms and welcome my Very Important Gaming Industry Knowledge, then keep reading, eh! Oh, and if you care about "spoilers" or whatever da heck for any of these here Video Games, there ain't none in here. How am I providing spoilerless leaks you ask? Listen kid, don't ask questions like that. Just show some respect here alright. I am a professional
THATS more like it, welcome to the club pal! Now what kinda leaks are you interested? Do you like Nintendo games? Aw of course you do, who doesn't! Well let's start off with something basic, Pokey men. Me and my team recently got our hands on a not-so-soon to be released issue of Spamitsu that just so happens to reveal some so far unrevealed monsters, and here I am, your ol' pal linkandorf, revealing them onto you. Anchoy!
I don't know much about these silly things (and by that I of course mean I know everything) but my boys on the inside seem to believe the dumb circle one is called "Bubbubuologughhu" and the other one is like a chinchilla or something idk. Anyhoos, we might as well keep the Nintendo train smokin', and what's more smokin' than Smash Bash Brothers! Yeah yeah I know the newer one is fresh out of characters, but what do you think happens when they stop working on a video game? They make another dummy! One of my inside men managed to snag this photo of Samurai Muscle-Guy's very own figurine drawer, which surely must be the starting roster of the next Smush game!
Some truly great picks there, big fan of of plesiosaurs myself. Funny story about plesiosaurs, back when my mom still worked at Home Depot, I us- aw you know what we're running low on time, I gotta sweep this show on the road. Still liking this Nintendo nonsense? Ya better, cause I got a real fresh one. Here's a bit of a transcript from my very own rat within the one and only HAL Lavatories. They didn't want me to show their face on camera, but they sent me a little something over Skype.
"Uh, yeah I got the stuff. One of my greatest partners did the dirty work for me, he's a true thief I tell ya. You can hardly see him coming. He's in and out before you can even blink. He wears an eyepatch but I swear he's got the perception of an Owgulf. Anyways, he managed to snag a picture of some kinda Dream Friend update for the new game, guess they're still pushing the co-op thing hard. So be it, 4-player co-op is my favorite anyways."
Well well, looks like they got some true icons in there. It's about time we got to get our filthly little hands in control of.. uh..................... anyways is the Nintendo hype wearing off? Well don't worry about that compadre, the fun don't stop there! While I certainly have my fair share of insiders running through the trenches of the console wars, my own technology-based prowess is nothing to be scoffed at if I MAY say. In fact, I managed to pilot my very own advanced spy drone into the house of none other than the Tony Fox. You tumblr freaks love your secret bosses don't you, so here's a photo my drone managed to snatch of Chapter 17.
Now that's the stu- hey what are you doing! Don't leave don't leave, I'm sure I got something left for you, come on. You said you liked video games didn't you! Well for my grand finale, I have the biggest scoop in the history of scoops, the grand daddy of video game leaks, an image that you will never forget, a moment in your lifetime that will define your very existence. That's right you son of a bi
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Hi Izel! After reading a lot of yours and others' posts, I am wanting to carefully layer more Latine attributes to Taako and Lup when I write them. One of Taako's quirks are his vocatives (my dude, homie, bubeleh, etc). What would be some good Spanish language/northern Mexican-oriented vocatives that I can use here and there? Maybe some affectionate, and insulting ones too :D I don't want to just pick random Spanish insults, I want it to really sound like him you know? tysm for your advice!!
oH!!!!! HELL YEAH!!! I got a few for you!! Though a lot of these are regional cause my knowledge is very specific to the Spanish I learned from my parents, so it’ll be a bit specific (also leans heavily towards the Spanish my dad uses cause i love it a lot fjfjfj)
Compadre/Comadre OKAY SO LOOKING AT QUOTES, HE ACTUALLY SAYS COMPADRES IN CANON SO, THERE YA GO. That one is a GIVEN. EASY. Compadres is especially great cause we use it for friends that are so close they’re pretty much family at this point, and it’s comforting as well, kind of a home-y vibe to it imo, so compadres is very very good. Now let’s talk alternatives and all that, there’s a short hand like, compa (which is masculine), and comadre (feminine) idk if there’s a shorthand for comadre, but if there is, i never hear it used :0
ex: (from canon!) “Bad news compadres, this place is magic as hell!”
Jefe, this means boss! So it’s like saying you’re the boss! and usually you say it to strangers to show respect but in a friendly way? It’s a very small town-y way to refer to someone if that makes sense fjfjfj? Which is why I love when my dad says it jaja. (I wouldn’t recommend using this for women because it would then be Jefa which is typically used more for old ladies so it’s not great... It’s kind of like a bro term in that sense! But I use masculine terms for myself all the time, Spanish and English, despite being nonbinary so it doesn’t have to be too strict either!)
ex: “Where do you want me to drop these bags, jefe?”
Fulano y Fulana This is like saying “what’s his name” or “so and so” or even like John Doe, or BIlly Bob, just very common name’s to mean somebody random! Good to use if you don’t know someone's name but wanna talk about them, especially good for Taako since he straight up forgets peoples names in canon all the time, so having him call them Fulano/Fulana would be very funny and good JAJAJAA (THIS CAN ALSO BE ADDED ONTO WITH Mengano/a y Zutano/a y Perengano/a)
ex: “Who cares! Fulano, Zutano, Mengano! They all had the same ugly bowlcut anyways!”
mijo/mija/mije this right here is a good term of endearment for people younger than you! Especially kids and teenagers, or if you’re an old person you pretty much use this for everyone rjfhrjfhr, although this is usually reserved for your actual child, it is very often used in Mexico as a term of care/endearment/etc. towards those younger than you! kinda like sweetheart!
ex: *referring to Angus “Alright mijo, I think that’s enough magic learnin’ for today...”
chucherías, Now this one is one of my favorite words, so this is very self indulgent, but it basically just means nick knacks, and trinkets, but like useless stuff ya know? So like when you go shopping and get a lot of meaningless stuff you don’t actually need? That’s a bunch of chucherías.
ex: “Lup, Lupis, Lupita, you know I love Merle, but we can NOT bring him with us to the swap meet. All he does is get millions of chucherías every single time, without fail, and somehow I always end up having to help him pay for it.”
As always try not to use them too often, so it doesn’t sound forced and weird, like they’re just randomly switching into Spanish every 5 minutes, cause ya know, weird and nobody talks like that fjfjfj. Try and keep it very rare, and only when it really works for the sentence/situation. (words like mijo/mija and compa/compadre/comadre, can be used a bit more often, but as stated before just try to be mindful with how often you use them) You can even have the twins only talking in Spanish to themselves to gossip about other people or share a secret, which is something me and my siblings do allllll the time!! and feels very much in character so there ya go jaja, but ye!!!! Hope these help!!! There’s way more stuff out there too but these are the one’s I think work best for the twins and who they are! If you ever need any more my DMs are always open! ;w;
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Also, bitch i will make you an Asa only blog, don't try me >:] Can i get a nice slasher on slasher action with Asa and his male slasher s/o? Not smut, but like... killer friends? Idk
📻 and ✨ believe in Asa supremacy. 🙅, the more sane mod of this blog, does not agree.
Here’s Y/N dying of dehydration that we wrote at 3 am then forgot about for a week.
Asa x Male!Slasher!Reader
God fought in your stomach, twisting and pulling delicate flesh. Bile rose in your throat, coating a dry mouth and stinging. At 5:54, you arose from the dirty mattress you slept on, pushing the ratty blanket off of your frozen body. Raising a scarred right hand, you grasp a cheap wooden table with the strength you still had, and pulled. Drilled into the floor, the table was a good counterweight as you fully rose from a would-be grave.
6:00 came and went. Your meal was nowhere to be seen. What did move, rustling from stagnant stillness and shaking dust, was a doll hung high on the ceiling. In one, beady black eye, the glint of a camera. As you stare on, you did not feel the horror surrounding you. Panic, however, drowned the god in your stomach with a mighty wave.
This was a test. You were being tested.
You ran a dirt-covered, blood-soaked hand through your disheveled hair in pure exhaustion. Your eyes flicked around the cell you were kept in, a much better fate than nailed to the wall or stuffed in a trunk. It was barren, with only your mattress and a table. Thick iron bars separated the room in half, half where you were trapped, and half for visitors to stare and marvel at the collection. There was nothing to hold, nothing to tear or burrow or slash. Control was slipping through your fingers, and you could feel it.
"Come on, man. We were friends, remember?" You call futilely to the void of a human watching you. "I-I scratched your back, you scratched mine?"
Using charm that dodged you death row, you spread your arms wide, opening yourself up like a bear trap and inviting him to pass the glimmering steel jaws. He did not fall for your friendly tricks. He could have you open and disarmed whenever he pleased.
The city was glorious. Under your booming voice and his silent sadism, the city trembled at your feet. It was only natural to join forces, to grow above a population so doltish it left its doors wide open to you. It was only natural to see you and him were a different breed to the simpletons you tormented, and you belonged together.
He didn't see as similar as you expected, or he simply didn't see it at all. The longer you spent clawing at your own skull inside a fabric laced box, earth shattering rage screaming in your head, you realized he was a different breed entirely to you. It wasn't about control to him. It was about collection. He never saw a partner, an opportunity like you'd spent your life chasing. He saw a curious specimen, and to your fury, something below him. The longer you thought about it, pacing around your cage, the more delusional he seemed.
Instead of the devil incarnate, he believed himself to be a god higher than the one that fought in your stomach. The ultimate higher being, while a dog of order, it was all for a higher cause.
You didn't have a job, and you couldn't keep the madness out of your eyes long enough to land one. It was always someone else that provoked you, and in your reason, if they left you alone it would've all been fine. He had a stable job, and the ability to leave and flit among the herd peacefully.
You, however, put your face in the blood, left caricatures pointing out your best features on the walls. You left mangled, torn survivors to scream of your terror in hospital beds as they died. You made yourself in the headlines, carving desperately your cursed name into the stone of history and praising yourself in human sacrifice.
He didn't even leave survivors. The press couldn't even come up with a funny name to dull the horror he created. Quick and impulsive, dealing little damage that built up as the week went on, versus his calm and planned, where his bi-monthly attacks were awful enough to trump all the work you've done in a year.
With a warm smile, you tasted sweet opportunity on your tongue, and charmed your way into his life. It used to be a monthly agreement, a collaboration to bring more pain to the city for no other reason than your entertainment. Then, the schedule and him along with it, changed to satisfy your voracious need for blood. Monthly became weekly, and you'd meet him in the cobweb covered basement of a local bar. On the knife-scratched oak table, he would display his week's work, blueprints and careful planning. He carried detail in every operation, and took twisted pride in discerning to you each step of the plan. It warmed your small, black heart how he showed you just how the night's activities would play out, just for your itchy trigger finger to ruin it all and force him to improvise.
While he wore his mask around the clock, you thought it looked nice in the dim lighting shady bar basements provided. You knew it looked better when it was covered in blood, multicolored LEDs bathing the dance floor in deep purples and blues, screaming mingling with pounding and high beat music. Impulse ran your very existence, somewhere around your first or second kill you realized it didn't matter what happened. We all die in the end, you either kill yourself or get killed. Not a second thought passed your mind after the first, solidified idea came, and you pressed in. The blood you'd smeared on your face as a makeshift mask smudged on his. Halfheartedly, he shoved an arm between the two of you, his slim knife catching on your shoulder. A survivor huddled in on herself as she pushed against the shadow darkened wall desperately, whimpering as she watched with eyes blown wide you pushing him back into the pool of blood on the floor. Someone important once said 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer', and you couldn't get closer than that.
You lick your lips, and no moisture transferred between. Time was running out. Pent up anger vibrated in your bones, and you begin to snap your fingers impatiently.
"Come on, I'm not asking for much. I'm sure there's a hell of a lot more people you've got who ask for more. All I want is some water. Simple thing." Most importantly, you did not plead. You bargained. "Just a little aqua, compadre."
He never was a fan of your quirky sort of humor, and even in the face of dehydration, you smiled the charming smile of a dysfunctional bear trap.
Every piece of furniture in the hotel, from pure hell to castle-like, was carefully chosen to not only appear luxurious. It struck fear, the sheer normality and absurdity both. He drummed his fingers on the table, entertainment in both glowing eyes as he watched you flail wildly, desperate to catch the camera’s eye. The dim room he sat in was illuminated by only the screens before him, buzzing with knowledge and control. Beside him, sitting on the uninteresting wooden table, a tall glass of water. Cold to the point sweat had begun rolling off the clear glass, fresh from a tap, and what you were dying for kept just out of reach.
An alarm cried, beckoning for his attention. He tilts his head to the sound, a warm expression on his face as he thinks.
You'll survive just a few more minutes.
#slasher#slashers#slasher community#slasher fandom#slasher x reader#slasher x you#asa emory#asa emory x reader#the collector 2009#the collection 2012
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Hey! I saw you were taking requests :3 would you mind writing (hcs, scenario, anything!) a thing where, shortly pre-OVW recall, McCree and his old teammate (f or neutral pronouns are fine but it’s up to u!!) accidentally meet again after he left without warning? Bonus points for “I thought u were dead/I was never gonna see you again” type stuff :p thanks! Sorry if this was confusing!
{This was, like, super fun to write? I did kinda flip part of the script, but it still fits what you asked for (hopefully). Minor warning for implied alcoholism though, oops. It can also be read as more of a “bars exist for brawls” than “alcohol is my coping method” though, so maybe that’s not as bad??? IDK, at least the ending feels cute.} {-J}
After the fall of Overwatch and its subdivisions, there were certain things that you had been forced to accept: Dozens of your friends and coworkers had died, you were out of a job, and everything you had worked so hard for had crumbled into oblivion. So yeah, shit, you ended up drinking away your pain more than once. At this point you weren’t even sure how many places you were banned from. Still, you held onto the pride that came from never starting any fights, instead waiting for some asshole to decide he wanted to rumble with an ex-Blackwatch agent. It was messy, dangerous, and only added to your nasty reputation.
Few organizations would even think of hiring you. Did that make your drinking worse, or did your drinking make the job search harder?... It wasn’t something you wanted to dwell on, especially considering how desperately you were trying to change things. Mercenary work hadn’t suited you for long, as all your clients were faceless, mysterious forces pulling strings from the shadows. How could you trust that they weren’t like Talon?... Or like Blackwatch had become? In the end you had been forced to slink back into the shadows, praying to whatever gods may be that you could still do some good for the world.
That was a couple years ago. You had changed your name, traded out your old gear for something less suspicious, and set yourself up along the halfway point of Route 66. The area was known for its problems with gangs, violence, and a general lack of government intervention. Sure, the road itself spanned across eight different states, but most of it had been in a state of disrepair for a few decades now. The Omnic Crisis was the final push that sealed the region’s fate. Or, at least, it had been. Some people still cared.
Like you. Why else would you be here, now, scanning the horizon, a beer in one hand, binoculars in the other? There certainly weren’t any good birdwatching spots nearby. Just a rundown gas station perfect for staging ambushes, an old school diner with shitty coffee, and a dusty, dirty crevice up high, wonderful for keeping an eye on it all. You didn’t like it up here, but it was the only discreet place to perform surveillance on the local miscreants.
Apparently a new gang was starting to harass people in the area, despite the proximity to Deadlock turf, and were trying to sell “insurance”. Understandably, that really pissed you off. Sweet-talking one of the locals had gotten you insight on the gang’s general daily routine. Nothing too specific, unfortunately. Now all you had to do was wait for the scum to show up so you could pound them into the dirt.
Taking a quick swig from your beer, you settled in a little, preparing to wait for who knows how long….
Dust flew into the air like a trail of smoke, blurring your vision but not deterring you in the slightest. You slipped around your target, barely avoiding his second kick, before slamming your elbow into the back of his head. Sure enough he went crashing down with a thud. More dirt was kicked up in the process. At least it made it a little harder for the gang members still outside to target you. Another quick dash landed you behind cover, where you could finally take a moment to breathe.
“Damn it,” you grumbled, hearing yet another bullet whiz past your hiding spot. There were still four or five gunmen outside. Truthfully, that was the total number of people you had expected to find, not just the backup boys. Sure, you had prepared for unforeseen hiccups, but apparently not enough. In over your head, stuck sitting like a duck, reminded more and more of the old days. Shit, you missed your teammates. Normally Jesse or Genji would have saved your ass by now.
You missed them. So much, in fact, that you were pretty sure you just heard Jesse’s signature “high noon” line. It almost made you feel like you were a bit more tipsy than you had thought. When the sound of a revolver firing reached your ears, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had actually died; if so, this was the weirdest form of afterlife known to mankind. Curiosity ended up getting the best of you. Crawling to the side, you made sure not to reveal any part of yourself to your enemy, working your way towards the building’s secondary entrance. That was still within the gang’s line of sight, but you hoped it was far enough to the side that they wouldn’t immediately notice you poking around the corner.
Sure enough, nobody shot at you when you turned the corner. Someone did, however, raise a silver revolver in your direction. Air got caught in your lungs as you stared down that ever-so-familiar barrel. Relief started to flood your chest… until you realized that the gunman wasn’t wavering in his stance. Your gaze follows up his arm, to his face, and you suddenly wish you weren’t wearing this stupid goddamn mask.
“Hold it, buddy, unless you want to end up like your compadres back there,” Jesse McCree drawls, tipping his head back towards the fallen gang members. Evidently he hadn’t seen you beating the crap out of the ones inside. Still, you raised your hands slowly, showing your lack of weapons. “There we go. Now, take off that there lil’ mask, nice and easy, alright?” You complied, of course, tossing it to the side before throwing a grin in Jesse’s direction. His reaction made you really, really wish you had brought a camera. The normally smooth and put-together cowboy is now slack jawed, a sense of wonder (and something else…?) in his eyes. Soon your name drops from his lips, whispered like a sacred prayer.
“It’s good to see you too, Jesse,” you manage to reply, still grinning like a fool. Hardly a moment passes before the wind is suddenly knocked out of you. Jesse had holstered his gun, closed the distance between the two of you, and pulled you into a hug in a matter of just a couple seconds. The action catches you by surprise, now making you the one to choke on the words caught in your throat. Still, you manage to hug him back, leaning in to gently rest your head against his chest.
“Goddamnit, who gave you the right to surprise me like this?” He asks after a few moments of silence, his voice on the edge of breaking. His grip was tight, like a man desperate to keep his sanity clutching onto a lifetime of coping methods. Words failed you, barely managing a confused noise, as you pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. There was something you couldn’t comprehend in his gaze. Something you were missing, that required knowledge you didn’t have. Your head tipped to the side as you hoped for at least a little elaboration. Jesse seems to realize your cluelessness, and shakes his head with a bitter laugh. “I thought you were dead,” he murmurs, the words settling on his tongue with an all-too-familiar weight.
Shit, you thought, eyes going wide for a moment. Thoughts raced through your head as you tried to process what he said, thinking back to what had happened after Blackwatch’s disbandment, wondering why he could possibly have thought that you were-
….
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Fuck.
Yeah, that tracked. Going from constantly fighting in bars to fucking off to nowhere, changing your name, and turning to the vigilante lifestyle? No shit people thought you were dead. How had you ever thought that this was a good idea?... Sure, most of your old friends had done the same, scattering across the four winds without so much as a “lol bye” (or, you know, a proper farewell). However, that didn’t mean that there weren’t still people who cared, who you could have at least made the slightest effort to keep in touch with before disappearing. People like Jesse.
“Now that you mention it, I realize I didn’t exactly leave much room for thinking anything else,” you replied, barely managing to speak through your embarrassment. A laugh tried to move past your teeth, even though you knew the timing was bad, but the sound died as soon as your gaze met Jesse’s.
“That’s one hell of an understatement, old friend,” he said, hardly a trace of mirth to his name. Both of his arms were still around your frame, gently cradling you, as if a stiff breeze might sweep you away from him once more. You could feel his body shifting with every breath he took, slowly finding yourself matching the movements. One of Jesse’s hands moves to cup your cheek, fingers sliding so carefully that you almost didn’t feel it, but you lean it instinctively, finding your lips placing a whisper of a kiss against his wrist. “Darling,” he breathes, voice caught in his throat, blocked by joy and surprise alike.
“I’m sorry for worrying you, Jesse. I swear I never meant to just vanish like that,” you plead, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Things were bad, and I… I just ran from that, I guess. But you didn’t deserve that, at all, and I swear to whatever passes for high heaven these days, if you give me a chance-....” Pulled in closer, you couldn’t help but squeak a little when Jesse plants a kiss on your forehead. One of his hands is rubbing gentle circles into your back. A reassurance, one you desperately needed. “I can make it up to you. We can do better this time, right?...”
Jesse didn’t say anything, at least not at first, but the feeling of his hat settling down on your head gave you all the answers you’d ever need.
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( kathryn newton + she/her ) hey have you ever met ( dawkins fitzgerald )? they are a ( twenty two year old freelance writer ). everyone knows around town from their ( charismatic, straightforward ) personality. if you had to describe them it would be ( endless cups of black tea, moleskine journals, online movie reviews ). next time you see them be sure to mention their favorite song ( oh! look at me now by frank sinatra ) and i’m sure you will find out more !!
generic disclaimer that i am bad at this part and don’t enjoy doing it because i always feel like all of my characters are lame and mesh into the same horrible human being, but here we go...
dawkins ... yes that’s her first name ... daw-kins ... just like it is spelled ... i am crazy i like to do crazy things like name people after names that sound like last names idk
she is a people person who likes to talk and honestly she’s probably either a sag or a leo so she probably comes off a little pretentious at times, but it’s not supposed to be anything that is purposeful or mean
she has already graduated from university and has spent her time freelance writing for anyone who needs something written
she’s been toying with the idea of continuing her education but knows that the only thing she needs to be successful in a creative field is a big break
w social media and shit she can make enough money writing to live a comfortable life, but she is always striving to find new projects to work on and new people to write with or write for
definitely a film snob who has an entire blog dedicated to movie reviews with a rating of one to five floating françois truffaut heads because she’s OBNOXIOUS
she likes to believe that her mom is to blame for this as she is a film producer who spent too many weeks away from her as a child
her parents are still together, but they have hated each other from as early on as she can remember
she still remembers the first time she caught her father having an affair and doesn’t entirely believe in the sanctity of marriage or relationships in general
also kisses boys and girls because we love that for all the characters in the world
i feel like i have nothing else to say for her either and i think i went a little overboard on the last one and now my brain is like YUP YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO GO ON BUT YOU CANT
wanted connections:
bff
just general pals? compadres? bros?
maybe someone she writes for or does business for? or with? so her clients or idk. i’m telling you ... my brain is unhappy
ex from college: i’m thinking someone who she probably really respects and will always care for but she was probably not the easiest person to be with because she just doesn’t know how to believe that she could be w someone forever
i want to say a pen pal, but i don’t mean what a pen pal means: just someone that she likes to write WITH. not write for. someone who she maybe has come up w book ideas w or they might write for a local paper together? or maybe they are allowed to make guest appearances on her movie review blog so long as she 100% agrees w their take on a film
anything else ... again .... throw me a bone ... i’m playing 2 women i am going to need all the love i can get
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All of those headcanons and scenario questions that people have been asking me since I started this blog and then some: The Compiled List
What was the best thing in your character's life? What was the worst thing in your character's life? This is a difficult thing to answer because Torvald is still living his life into current canon, but if I don't want to be difficult about the question, here are a few ideas?
BEST THING(S): The birth of Adelynne, When he met his first dog, Joining training with his best friend Gylfis WORST THINGS(S): When Marek ran away, When his parents passed, When he fought Marek on the battlefield, When Marek murdered his only 2 friends in the world
What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character? Because of the way that he lives, there is not a lot of small memories that he tends to hold onto. Most things, if they don't make an intense impact one way or the other ( that being positive or negative ), he tends to easily forget them. However, there are some things that he's otehrwise forgotten that ought not to have been.
A better way to answer this would be "what seemingly insignificant moments stuck with your character" -- This has one answer and it was the moment that Torvald had to be pulled back from dark depths by Gylfis. Torvald was about to give his blood to a dark warlock in search of his brother and Gyl swooped in and talked him out of it. It was not necessarily a threat to his life, nor was the woman that was to perform the magic particularly dangerous, but it is a moment that Torvald can never repay.
How does your character feel about sex? Torvald is not, generally, an overly sexual person. His first thoughts upon seeing a woman are not usually of a sexual nature and, admittedly, this may have a lot to do with the fact that I, as a woman, do not know what it is to be a man or to feel about sex as a man does. However, I think this gives him his own, softer, qualities towards love and romance. Torvald would much prefer to wine and dine before intimate relations than just -- "jump right in", as it were.
He's a good boi, okay. I love him.
What are Marek's feelings for Torvald? Does he feel any kind of sibling jealousy? Oh Y E S.
Marek has, of all of his adult life, all of his teenage years and some of his young childhood been very jealous of Torvald for many reasons. He was jealous of Torvald's natural talents, of his social skills, of his relationship with his friend, Gylfis, of his relationship with their parents and younger sister. Marek felt very much like he was the social outcast and was unsure of how to overcome this hurdle. Torvald was an obstacle that her felt he had to destroy or his own life would never be his own. He would always remain in the shadow of someone better and his pride would not let that happen.
But that is merely the jealousy aspect. As far as his other emotions go, Marek feels a great deal of anger toward his brother, but he also loathes this fact about himself. However, after so many years of brainwashing and devotion to his own hatred, he has become numb to anything pleasant toward his brother. He can no longer tell if he loves his brother or if those feelings have been suppressed to the point of its self extinguishing.
After what tradition were Torvald, Marek and Adelynne named? Did their parents follow a certain idea when naming them? Would the siblings name their children after the same traditions or just go after what they like? The trio were not named after any particular traditions or ideas. It was very much an on the spot decision for them when it came to naming their children. However, due to the lack of information given to the actual answer -- Have the literal definition of their names? Just because? IDK, have this!
Torvald From the Old Norse name Þórvaldr, which meant "Thor's ruler" from the name of the Norse god Þórr (see THOR) combined with valdr "ruler".
Marek Polish, Czech, and Slovak: from the West Slavic personal name Marek, a vernacular form of Latin Marcus (see Mark). Czech: from a pet form of the personal name Martin.
Adelynne Adelyn is a new American coinage. As an invented name, Adelyn is thought to have been inspired by one of two more traditional names. The first, Adelaide, comes from the Germanic elements “adal” meaning 'noble' and “heid” meaning 'kind, sort'.
What is Adelynne's relationship with Torvald and Marek? Which of her brothers does she feel closer to emotionally ( by moral character, appearance, etc )? Adelynne's relationship with her brothers are very different from one another, though she does love them both in a far closer measure.
Adelynne and Torvald share a closer bond because they have spent much more time together than she and the other. They have shared in grief, loss and happiness together. They have shared in memories insurmountable by a great deal of other siblings they have encountered in their lives. It is a bond that neither would surrender for anything else in the world -- particularly now -- since they are all one another have left.
Adelynne and Marek have a different bond. Though he left when they were still children, for all her life, Marek assured she was kept safe. It was an uncanny coincidence that was nearly becoming passed off as luck. Adelynne continued the search for Marek when Torvald was in his coma and there was always a part of her that knew he wouldn't be coming home. She has forgiven him for leaving them, but continues to struggle knowing what had happened to him and what he has done. They are destined to encounter again on the Broken Shore, but it is undetermined whether this is to take Adelynne into the rank of the LEgion, or to finally see Marek submit to his past life and have his current taken from him.
Appearance wise, Adelynne and Torvald look much more alike than either of them look like their brother.
What are Adelynne's crafts? Does she share any interests or hobbies with her brothers? Id so, which ones? Adelynne doesn't have any professions in the game, but she does like to collect herbs and brew elixirs in her spare time. She has used amateur potions on the field before and had Torvald test some questionable ones as well.
What is the age difference between Torvald and his siblings? How does this difference influence their relationships with eachother? How does it affect how they see one another? Torvald is 4 years older than his brother, Marek and 8 years older than his sister, Adelynne. Because they are all so close in age, it had very little in means of affecting their relationships, not nearly as much as their life views. The same is for their opinions and views on one another.
Which of the siblings is the most similar to their parents? How is this shown? Torvald is most like their father, certainly. Both he and Roderic are loyal to a fault, dedicated to their morality and their emotions and share an equal love for history and peace, in any capacity they can attain.
Adelynne is a fine blend of both their parents. Compulsive, patient and strong willed.
Marek is most like their mother. They share similar qualities, as well as Marek displaying some of the worse of the woman's dark side. He is selfish, narcasistic and greedy. He lives in a great amount of delusion, something which their mother had been prone to in her youth.
If you were not bound by the ingame models, how would you design the siblings appearance and their individual clothing styles?
Adelynne, Left. Marek, Center. Torvald, Right
What are the siblings favorite meals? Is there a reason they have these favorites? Can they cook for themselves? Do they cook for one another? Torvald's Favorite Meal: Smoked Eel, Crusty Bread and Malt Beer Marek's Favorite Meal: Rabbit ( Over A Flame ), Roasted or Raw Vegetables and Spring Water Adelynne's Favorite Meal: Roast Pork with Thyme and Rosemary, Baked Potato and Honey Milk
Torvald and Adelynne have done their fair share of cooking and enjoy it quite a lot. However, most often, Adelynne will be the one to cook meals for her brother, since her personality is generally the giving type. As far as Marek is concerned, over the years, he didn't do much in the way of eating unless it was prepared for him or it was unnecessary for him to do much work in it's preperation.
In the Warcraft Universe, what is Torvald's relationship and opinion of Orcs and those who look like them? ( Like Mar! ) So, given the fued between Orcs and Humans in Warcraft history ... You would think that Torvald would hate them, right? Well, he's one of those weird people that don't judge people by thier skin, for example, but rather, by their actions. So, follow these examples below ---
Durotan of the Frostwolves. Yeah, he would 100% be close compadres with Durotan. He is full of honor, truth and faith in his sense of morality. He is a good soul and Torvald would know this. He would perhaps even go out of his way to befriend him.
Garrosh Hellscream. Fuck. That. Guy. Torvald would most likely have been a huge part of the downfall of Hellscream were he not focused entirely on personal life matters at that point.
Mar Muthand. His favorite 'orc', honestly. She can be rough and gruff, but she has a kind heart and soul. He cares deeply for her and would rather spend his day with her than several of his own kind. But! B U T! As I said, he judges by CHARACTER, not RACE.
Does Torvald prefer to live / travel alone or with family / friends, significant others, etc? Torvald is a flip flopper when it comes to this subject. He was alone for so long, after being 100% involved in his family as a child, then he started to open himself up after he 'finally lost' his ambitions to hunt down his brother. He will definitely have his moments where he needs that time to himself and others where he needs to be in contact, he needs a hug, he needs a kiss, he needs affirmation of his worth to other people.
How does Torvald usually dress in daily life? How does Torvald usually dress for a fancy event? How does Torvald usually style his hair? What jewelry, if any, does Torvald usually wear? Torvald's Appearances are below, listed in simple forms.
Daily life includes ;; Leather boots, a pair of light cotton 'boxers', a heavier pair of leather pants and a light tunic. He carries his axe with him most places he goes, but if he isn't in need of it, it will be just an accessory.
Fancy Event includes ;; Lighter, more ornate, boots paired with sleak black trousers. Cotton boxers, of course. Something similar to his light daily life tunic, but probably with some more baubles then he might generally consider. If someone else has dressed him, like Lysirae for example, then there is no telling what he might get put into.
Hair looks are generally very much the same. He will wear it down, consider braids to keep it from his face or up in a 'man bun' as it were.
Torvald doesn't make a habit of wearing anything dangling or lose fitting when he's on the battlefield, but he does carry with him several charms from important figures in his past. He has a locket from his mother, a set of gritting gloves for his weaponry from his father and a ring from his sister, Adelynne which she made herself. At some point in his past he carried, and then lost, a knife that once belonged to his brother, Marek.
What scars, if any, does Torvald have? What tattoos, is any, does Torvald have? What birthmarks, if any, does Torvald have? Over his years, particularly during the time when he's started being actively involved in wars and conflict, he has accumulated many scars. They range in size and location, but namely he has a pair on his shoulders from a felbat that plucked him from the ground. He also has another around his upper thigh from an incident in Westfall where a pack of wild dogs latched onto him and ( the alpha ) tore pretty good at him. The rest of the wounds heal as much as they can and have not left many lasting impressions.
Torvald, in a few words, looks like a living canvas. He has many tattoos that are, generally, hidden by his clothing. It is difficult to define many of them, as they are runic in nature and resemble pagan symbolism. If you ask him about them, he will probably tell you that they were a result of a spell gone wrong, but in truth, he got them when he was searching for his brother, Marek. A lot of them look like endless loops, all of them representing major leads on his brother that ended up taking him in circles and leading him nowhere.
Torvald has no significant birthmarks.
How tall is Torvald compared to his peers? How thin/heavy is Torvald compared to his peers? Honestly, we all know already that Torvald is a pretty husky man. He's very strong and he's also very tall. He is 6'2, well over 200 pounds and he can lift 3 children with one arm ( you know, with their fingers latched around his arm and he just lifts them up while they dangle ). He is also a trained warrior who has dedicated a lot of his life to sword skill and strength training.
Now, in relation to his peers, at least the ones he has actually interacted with ( Khadgar, Lysirae, Alamor, Eryis, Mar, to name a few ) -- He is literally the tallest of everyone ( as far as my knowledge goes ). Funny, considering 3 of them are elves. He is probably also the most strongly built, looking more like an orc than a human -- minus the green skin.
Want to know more about Champion of the Alliance Torvald CHAMPION OF THE ALLIANCE TORVALD WOULD BE GREAT FOR THE FOLLOWING REASONS
1. Despite not being a seasoned war veteran like Genn or Varian, he does know the ins and outs of strategy and has seen battle first hand. 2. Torvald spent a great deal of his youth studying and becoming, on some level, a scholar. It undoubtedly increased his reasoning skills and put a damper on his anger and violence ( which seems only to come out when he is fighting a war). This would likely make him a good diplomat when it comes to political matters. 3. Torvald is only in his early 30s which means, with any luck, he would have a long and prosperous life ahead of him with which to attend to and fix many wrongs he has personally observed within his lifetime as a traveler. 4. Torvald is a personable person, okay. His social skills are fairly good and his ability to conform with speech of his audiences is pretty good as well. Got a rally full of people? He will just use multiple definitions. It works like a charm. 5. Torvald does not like war, but he can understand the necessity for it. 6. In a lot of ways, Torvald is the ideal mixture of Varian and Anduin.
In short, @blizzard, Torvald Starsk for King of the Alliance 2020?
What do you see in your muses future? Torvald, as my main muse both on tumblr and in the game, has an undetermined future. I would like to see him live into old age with a wife and family, but as we have seen before in the good ol World of Warcraft, this is not always the fate of brave and noble warriors. His fate will be determined at a later date.
Marek is almost certainly destined to perish just before, or during, the Battle for Azeroth. His power has been robbed from him, his cause as well, and here is no returning to the Alliance for him. Though I have though on having him build his own group ( like the Twilight's Hammer ) from the ground up, I do believe he would be unsuccessful and he would be met with death regardless.
Adelynne has recently gone through some changes that has had her leaving her comfortable home and the Cathedral of Stormwind to become a paladin. She has just begun her adventures in the world and I would like to see a lot more out of her before her life is ended. However, just as with Torvald, this is not always the case in the good ol World of Warcraft. Her fate could be determined at any time.
What is something about Torvald that annoys me? This asshole literally finds every person he encounters a beauty to behold, okay. He could compliment you to death and then mourn for you without skipping a beat. It's almost malicious, I tell you.
Terrible. Unnecessary.
Does Torvald have a mount that is just his? Wht is it ingame? Does this mount have a certain name? What about character and personality traits? Does it cooperate? Is it difficult? Does this mount have certain ingame details or is it completely its own being? Does the mount have its own story and relationship with Torvald that has influenced Torvald in some way? If he doesn't have a mount, how does he usually travel? Torvald generally rides a horse in the game, but I do not canonically have a SPECIFIC mount that he would call his own.
Mag'har - How Important is freedom to Torvald? Hunter - Does Torvald have any pets? Mage - Does Torvald have any special talents? Priest - How empathetic is Torvald with others? Lightforged Draenei - Are appearances important to Torvald? Warrior - How athletic is Torvald? Shaman - Does Torvald follow any traditions? Human - Does Torvald have a personal hero? Zandalari - Is Torvald a proud person? Demon Hunter - Has Torvald ever sacrificed something? Torvald, should he lose his freedom, would be a very different man. He would definitely become more aggressive, more manipulative and extremely intolerant to those around him. He would devote all of his time and energy into getting out of whatever means of capture this mysterious party had used to get him in the first place. ----;; In short, Torvald values his freedom greatly.
Torvald, in his later life, after he'd 'finished' with adventuring and fighting wars, would adopt himself a Gilnean hound dog that his son, Leopold, would name Sir Woof.
Torvald's not especially good at unusual things, but he does seem to be good at a variety of things, as it were. He is a fine person to share a battlefield with, he is a good enough strategist and he is quite knowledgeable in many historical Azerothian verse. And, I suppose, he is adept in a few languages that are not just human common. This likely comes from his interaction with many different races throughout life and his travels.
Torvald is as empathetic as one can be without being an empath. He feels very much for other people and he does, essentially, live to serve others as best he can.
Appearances are not particularly important to Torvald. He could be sporting a heavy load of clothing or barely anything at all and still he would feel just about the same -- If not a bit colder than if he were bundled up tight.
Torvald can lift a grown man with his own strength from a squatted position. He is mighty strong, my friend.
Torvald doesn't follow many traditions himself, but he participates in the Azerothian holidays when he finds time. Her particularly enjoys Brewfest and spending that extra time with his dwarven companions.
I would say no, Torvald doesn't have a personal hero, but like most kids, he thinks his father is a pretty respectable guy. He taught him who he was meant to be and he was always there for him when he needed support the most. He also quite admires his lifelong friend, Gylfis, whom saved him from himself on more than one occasion.
Torvald is not at all proud. He greatly values his friends and he is proud of THEM, but of himself, he is not at all proud.
Torvald has sacrificed a lot of his own life and his own sanity throughout the years in pursuit of his brother, in particular. It cost him many years that he could have spent in happiness and joy with the rest of his family. Instead, it cost him dearly in his relationship with his parents, sister and friends as he, essentially, was completely consumed by his hunt for his brother.
What are Torvalds Ingame Professions and how do you play them In-character out in rp? Or does her ingame professions do not belong to the character ic? Does he possess professions beyond his ingame professions (Like for example not a alchemist but possess a knowledge of healing herbs and how to make healing oinments, not a smith but can recognize a proper blade or not a Tailor but knows how to sew and stitch etc etc etc...) In the actual game, Torvald is a blacksmith and a miner, but I slack horrifically at professions in the actual game. HOWEVER, he utilizes these skills in writing quite a lot. He makes his own gear, at times, or at the very least, he improves upon and repairs his own gear. He mines and sells the smelted bars for money at times, but he also uses it to craft jewelry for gifts or further cash.
#( ( factoid. ) )#( ( factoids. ) )#( ( letters. ) )#( ( there are so many from mar and i laguh ) )#( ( i don't remember who all these were from but have this giant fucking list of things ) )#( ( i'm so glad I finally fucking finished it guys ) )
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mori’s drunk rambling about some rp things below. warning - no idk where i was going with this post but i just feel like we all need to start looking at ourself in the same kind way we look at others.
( also i’m thinking about changing my url to fckyeahmori or fyeahmori . idk yet, thoughts? )
this icon is 88px ( with borders) and it already looks so big compadre to 80px wtf
like. don;’t get me wrong, i love icons. i think its great thing when you have little space on your pc or when your internet is just so fucking slow but on the other hand, as many people here, i don’t see shit too good. always thought 80px is great bc 100px seems to fade into darkness but only now i realized how much i do care about icons / full size gifs in terms of ‘what to use to have people interact with me’. and that, well, suck.
you know these posts / rules ‘ use what you want, we will love you!’ ? when it comes to static icons / gifs / gif icons etc ? yeah so. i’m trying to be better rp partner, i might suck at speaking up when i have idea, but i’m trying and i could never understand why someone is concerned about having enough gifs etc bc i was like ‘but i just want to love your writing’ and today, being so fucking “two shots of vodka” meme drunk, i realized
i just don’t include myself when i say ‘i just want to love that muse’. and that fucking suck.
and it doesn’t stop there! i’m pretty sure it can be applied to anything - i code sometimes! i have two codes like ready to go. do i want to post them? yes! will i? probably not because * insert 786287346 reasons that can be just ‘not believing in my work’ *
kind souls of rpc, please, believe in yourself more. your creations are great. you will compadre it to other’s but guess what? It. Doesn’t. Matter. it’s yours, you spend the time on it and it is worth posting. your muse is worth writting and interacting with, fuck the gif or icon or whatever you slap on it for graphic. fuck the ‘not good enough’. it is. it is good and it is enough.
#rpc#。 ◝ ‘me’ things ◞ * rambling.#* i might pass out now but yes.#* watch me being embarrassed in morning for this post just bc it's... chaos
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Aaaahhh omg, I just watched the original 1960 The Magnificent Seven since it happened to be playing when I was browsing what to watch and fashflkjaslkf It wasn’t all that bad but definitely kept thinking of the remake during some parts hahaa Both movies definitely had it’s own charms and once again, like the 2016 version, just mY HEART AND ALL THE FEELS ldakjgaa But omg, it got me thinking and just hear me out (under a read more cause it got longer than expected haaaa)
What if tho, AU where Vasquez was from that village in Mexico and was there for the whole event. Little boy Vasquez who was there to witness the seven take down Calvera and his bandits and save his village, where he’s always only known hunger and the dirty thieves coming in to take their food. Where he wants so badly to help his family, his home but can’t do anything cause he’s only one little boy and so can only stand by and watch in hatred and anger every raid until these seven men come riding in. Where he watches the seven drive off Calvera the first time and looks up to these men, almost idolizes these heroes who saved the village. Wants to practically be just like these men when he grows up.
Even more, if he was one of the three boys who befriended Bernado. Where he wants to be brave and courageous like him but gets scolded and learns about true bravery, true courage of responsibility and taking care of another and responsibility. Where he gets his little words of wisdom from. Where he honors their promise and always leaves fresh flowers at Bernado’s grave and visits a lot up until when he leaves for the states.
And then years later, Vasquez joins up the loco warrant officer who finds him and soon finds himself in his own little misfit group of seven, saving a small town terrorized by the robber baron and he’s laughing internally at it, at the irony of it all. But even tho he’s left home and became an outlaw, he still got to be brave and courageous, just like Bernado, just like the original seven. Got to help others in need, got to save someone else’s home being terrorized by a “dirty thief,” got to use his skills in his shooting to help and protect another, got to become a hero just like the seven did in his village when he was a little boy, got to find six other men that he could call his friends, his family, his compadres to watch his back after being on his own for so long. And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
idk justtt little boy Vasquez being there in the village where he meets the original seven and grows up to join his own little group of seven and aaaaaahhahHhhh
#the magnificent seven#the magnificent 7#mag7#vasquez#kira talks#I ALSO KINDA LIKED THIS ORIGINAL MORE THAN I EXPECTED FUUUUUU#SO MANY FEELS GODDAMN YOU MAG 7#definitely could see some of the remake in the originals tho that prolly shouldn't be surprising lol#might draw something bout that thought#cause i definitely had a doodle idea pop while watching the movie#I AM SO INVESTED IN THESE IDIOT COWBOYS HOW WHY FUCK#JUST LITTLE BOY VASQUEZ HHHH#this got longer and so much out of hand idek#also not the most eloquent when it comes to typing out these thoughts and ideas i have lol#also i did miss a little of the beginning of the movie but not too much prolly#was greeted by the big bad shooting the dude who talked back to him#which is basically the older version of bogue killing matthew cullen#but yea little boy vasquez meeting the original seven
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Odd numbers?
ya weeniee fineee, bc i love youu1. Are looks important in a relationship?nahh but my bae just happens to be the most gorgeous person everrr
3. Are you a virgin?yaknow thats a lil gay
5. Are you in love?only a lottt
7. Can you commit to one person?of courseeeee. all i need is mah lil alfredo heihei
9. Describe your perfect mateAllie
11. Do you ever want to get married?someday yeahh ^-^
13. Do you get jealous easily?lol yeah bc im trash
15. Do you have any piercings?ive got my ears done twice so hardcore
17. Do you like kissing in public?if i wanna kiss my beb imma kiss my beb
21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?yeah the lil homo
23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?i meannn i have been doing that for more than six months soooo
25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?of coursee, i might get a few cooties thooo
27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?a feww
29. Have you ever cheated on someone?nah that fucks people up and if youre not happy or dont wanna be with someone just fucking leave
31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?ive cried over a chicken nugget before what do you think
33. Have you ever had sex with a man?hahahahahahahhaha
35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?yeah she basically my grandpa she so oldd
37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?yeahhhh
39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?yeahh but im glad i didnt get them bc now i has my person
41. Have you had sex so far this year?maaayyyyyybbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeee...
43. How long was your longest relationship?like three years?? i dont remember
45. How many people did you kiss in 2012?uh.. i dont even remember 2012.
47. How old are you?a grown grown but not an adulty adult
49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?her smile (i feel like saying everything would be cheating but your smile makes everything better somehow)
51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?mhmmm :3
53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?i dont think soo
55. Share a relationship story.this one time i met this person at a football game and touched their butt and now theyre my girlfriend
57. Things you want to say to an exfuck you but thanks
59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)
61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?probably their eyess
63. What is your definition of “having sex”?i think its just like when people are working together to feel pleasured. like it doesnt have to result in finishing as long as you both feel good and are working together and stuff. idk sex is weird. lots of kisses thoo
65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?cuddles XD
67. What is your idea of the perfect date?any one with bae.
69. What turns you off?anyone whos not mah compadre
71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?i dont really remember my dreams
73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?buy me food and play with my hair
75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?one time allie ran across campus to see me and bring me cookies and give me a hug or sometimes shed wait for me outside my classes with flowers. oh oh or one time she farted on me.
77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?i feel like theres a limit and a lot of people like to date people still in highschool when theyve been graduated for like years and like why. WHY. HOW MANY TIMES CAN ONE PERSON GO TO PROM
79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?uhh i was jelly of allies cat giving her cuddles bc i want cuddles and a fluffy baby to love me
81. Who are five people you find attractive?Alliehubby alfredoturtle beb mochi dingding
83. Who was your first kiss with?a mistake
85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?nah i have bae
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also i was looking at adoptable cats too & like. i love cats. i love them SO MUCH they’re perfect & every single one is beautiful.
but its still rly hard for me to consider getting one bc i know im just gonna compare her to chicken & that’s not fair to anyone.
maybe i just need more time but i dont like not having an exceptionally affectionate compadre w me. i love pudge & he’s plenty affectionate, but he’s not the same kind of affectionate. he likes to sit/be w me in the same room, maybe on the same couch, but he’s not a snuggler. he doesnt obsessively love-groom me. he’s my dad’s cat, too, & i dont wanna keep like hogging him.
idk guys im just sad w/o chicken & i think i want another pet to help get my mind off of her
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(for the colour post) yellow
if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose?
Oh! I’ve never thought of this one… but definitely by the beach or by the mountains…I’ve always considered when I’m a granny be an old witch with a cottage in the forest, but to wake up every morning surrounding by life that isn’t people would be lovely
what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day?
Stay inside? Asdf I hate warm weather, but if it’s not too bad I’d go for a walk and catch me crabs if it’s not blisteringly hot. Otherwise stay inside and drink juice and eat ice cream that kinda thing, but I do that with my crab compadres anyway~
what do you consider lucky?
Not entirely sure what this one means, so I’ll try to answer it differently. In terms of people, those that just have self-confidence and self-assurance are hecking lucky because??? How????As for lucky items, I don’t really put luck into things but I always need to carry around scrunchies and hand sanitiser (proper preparation prevents piss poor performance, and its stylish aesthetic). As for items that have significance to me, a copy of no longer human on my nightstand table (it has to be there morning and night, doesn’t matter if someone else moves it I will put it back) and some Pokemon plushies that I’ve had ever since I was a wee lad.
what made you smile today?
I’d like to say something really sappy but it’s almost four in the morning and the only thing I’ve seen is fuckign nanalan
what makes you happy?
*sweating nervously* well writing, acting, singing and talking to you guys! Also catching crabs and playing piano, and…idk ice cream. My nonna always used to say something about me, an Italian saying that translated to ‘canaries sing because of either joy or sorrow’, (because if you keep one alone it sings more) which is ahaha very true about me. I’m just a dramatic bean and when that’s not a trait that goes against me life’s fun I guess
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