#is an absolute piece of shit. stop wasting your time on assholes pls.

[chappellrroan]

it always baffles me when my straight girl friends continue to stay in a relationship with men that just... don't make them happy? they fight all the time she doesn't trust him yet they're together because..love???? girl where?? the last time you felt love was when you weren't with him

[koenigsbleachedshirt]

Please I need some emotions...I need how all three would react to finding YN beat up or something. The emotions, the angst, the possessive and protectiveness....PLS I BEG OF YOU

Bet 🙏🏻

TW: graphic violence, fighting, shooting

y/cs = your callsign

initial situation -> you were out on a mission with your team to deal with a no-name terrorist group. Everything had gone well until the last standing member managed to slam the butt of his gun against the back of your head. You toppled to the ground in pain, vision peppered with black spots. "Fuck... you piece of shit." You hiss when he gets you on your back and starts beating down on you.

Ghost

He hadn't seen or heard of you after calling through the comms, so he grew worried. "Cap', y/cs hasn't responded to my inquiries, I'mma go 'ave a look." Ghost informs Price, who nods in return.

He was decently close with you, so it left a bitter taste in his mouth when you didn't respond. What if someone had managed to mortally injure you and you were laying somewhere and bleeding out?

Ghost hurried through the rooms of the mostly cleared building and came to a stop when he spotted one of the terrorists on top of you, his fists continuously beating down on your, by now unconscious, body. Then he saw red.

Simon ran towards the fucker who dared to touch you yanked him up by his vest, literally throwing him a few feet away from you before proceeding to punch his living daylights out. "Ya fuckin' dare to hurt one of our mates?! I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, damn cunt!"

He doesn't stop bashing his face in until it's a bloody mess, his fists dripping with the man's blood. He doesn't spare him another glance before going to check on you, blood running cold when he sees the state you're in. Simon's heart is beating out of his chest at the sight; your lip is busted and still slightly bleeding. There's also a laceration on your cheekbone and a nasty bruise forming around it, and not to forget the black eye you're starting to get.

Ghost exhales a shaky breath and gently scoops you up into his arms, careful not to hurt you any further. That bastard has probably beaten more places than just your face.

And he's going to kill them all by himself if he has to.

König

He had just finished absolutely obliterating five of the terrorists in another room and was about to check up on his team when he heard your pained cries from across the hall. König didn't waste any time, running to the source of the sound and kicking open the slightly ajar door.

The man was sitting on your stomach, violently beating you up; you try your best to kick him off, but he's too big. All you can do is try to shield your face, but it doesn't do much because he still got a few good hits on you.

But then you see your Colonel behind your attacker, distracting you enough to catch a fist to the jaw, and suddenly, you're out cold.

The giant colonel did not enjoy that. He picks the asshole up by the back of his collar and puts him in a chokehold. "You made a giant mistake here, du kleiner Bastard." König says into the terrorist's ear, sounding almost demonic, before he manhandles him around.

And then he breaks his back, like a stick that's being snapped over his knee. The man screams bloody murder, but König isn't done. Next, he breaks the arm he used to beat you up with, snapping it so hard the bone broke through the skin. And then the man went limp, either fell unconscious due to the pain, or straight up died.

He couldn't care less, though, as he tossed him aside and moved to kneel down next to your knocked out form. A pang of panic went through him as he hurriedly picked you up to evacuate and get you to a medic as soon as possible.

König is not going to lose you. Not when he finally found a new purpose.

Keegan

He witnessed it all through the scope of his sniper rifle, jaw clenched tightly. How dare this terrorist scum hurt you?

"Sergeant Russ here, I'm going in." He says into the comms before quickly making his way to where this man decided to touch something that wasn't his.

When Keegan arrived, you were already knocked out, his blood running cold. "You dare hurt my y/cs? Oh, you've made a grave mistake there." He says, voice dangerously low as he raises his assault rifle.

The terrorist on top of you freezes, arm raised back for another punch, but not plowing down again. "Get the fuck off of them, hands in the air."

The man does what he's told, but right when he's back on his feet, he moves to take out his gun, probably trying to shoot Keegan.

But instead, he aims it at you. Keegan's eyes widen, and without thinking, he shoots the terrorist straight through the forehead. The man's aim falters but still pulls the trigger, and the bullet lands inches from your face on the ground.

Keegan drops his rifle from the shock; that fucking man almost killed you right in front of him. His whole body is shaking as he flops down next to you, one hand gently caressing your cheek. "You're safe now. Let's go back to base." He says before slinging his rifle around himself and then picking you up and carrying you out of the building.

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THE DRAW (PART ONE)

(PART TWO)

if you’re reading this as like an actual fic: first of all I’m sorry. how did you end up here. it’s most definitely 2 am go to bed. this fic was literally made because of a fucking uquiz about “ what kpop boy are you enemies to lovers with”

second of all, ignore any chess mistakes. idk I know legit fuckall about chess, my brother just always bitches about it whenever I want to stop playing because I just have my king left or smth like that because I know I’ve lost. mf reads chess books.

like look: I UNDERSTAND the game and how it works, and the idea that you have to think ahead and plan. but I’m adhd as shit and there’s no such thing as time or planning. ergo, I suck. like I SUCK. I feel like if I applied myself I’d be great but fuck that. I’m a bad chess player and y’all gotta deal.

third: I mention League Of Legends at one point. I’m so cringe yes shut up ok but I’ve been special interest-ing League for several months now and I need to let you know that Josh, y/n, and Jeonghan play a mean jungler/adc/support combo (respectively). I have so many more headcanons typed in my draft or whatever but I know nobody wants to see it so

anyways pls enjoy this train wreck of a fic lol

If you had known playing chess would have led to this bullshit, you never would have started playing in the first place.

You wouldn’t have worked your ass off, wouldn’t have pored through strategy books and watched live-streamed games, wouldn’t have competed for months to become an official grandmaster. Absolutely not. None of that hard work and pride deserved to be wasted on Yoon Jeonghan.

Thanks to your exceptional academics and study habits, as well as your headlining pursuits in chess, private schools crawled to your front door and begged for you to give them money just so they could brag about having you as arm candy. You didn’t care. It was free scholarships, a chance to leave your tiny town, a chance to start anew with people just like you. If you were lucky, they wouldn’t know your fame status, or would be used to the junk by now. Some would probably be even more popular than you.

So you grabbed a paper, scribbled a signature on, and packed your bags.

You had picked an academy for the arts, as logic games apparently counted as one. They figured they could do something with your whimsical essay writing as well, submit you in scholastic contests. It didn’t matter. You were free, and there to play some goddamn chess.

They had a hardcore club there, meeting daily on weekdays and occasionally for casual play on the weekends. Everyone there was excellent, all clever players with quick logic and a competitive edge that you hadn’t seen in a while. It was refreshing, but still not enough of a challenge.

You swept the floor with your classmates, and rose to the top of the club’s rankings within a week.

Of course you lost games here and there, as everyone did, but for the most part any game you began was imbalanced from the beginning. Your opponent could at best only defend themselves, only able to pick off pawns or bait bishops that inevitably ended in a brutal checkmate.

You were top of the class, and for once it took some effort. You felt like you’d earned something, and you were actually interacting with serious chess players who wanted to learn, not fawn over your work. They played fair and every game was fun.

That was until the blond bitch came in.

He sauntered into the class about a month after you’d hit the top of the leaderboard, long blond hair tied back in a neat and slick ponytail. You barely noticed, immersed in a game with another boy, Joshua. You studied the board as your opponent looked up, grinning wildly.

“Jeonghan!” He called out, waving at the other boy.

Jeonghan’s ponytail whipped across his shoulder as he turned, matching Josh’s smile with a killer beam of his own and jogging over.

“‘Shua!” He chirped, playfully wrapping an arm around Joshua’s neck, strangling him while his other hand smooshed Josh’s hair around.

You watched them wrestle for a second before clearing your throat. “Josh, your move.”

“Aw shit.” Josh says, wrestling Jeonghan’s arm away from his shoulder. “Back to the ass kicking.”

You grin. “If you hadn’t made that dumb move literally third turn in-“

“Hey! We are NOT talking about that!”

You snort and glance at Jeonghan, who’s gone quiet, studying the board. He crouches down and whispers in Josh’s ear, both of them scanning the board. Josh finally nods, pushing one of his pawns forward.

“What was that about, Hong?” You ask, capturing said pawn with a neat L from your knight.

“Nothing.” He replies sweetly, while Jeonghan smirks.

“Sure it wasn’t.”

Josh doesn’t reply. The rest of the game is tensely quiet, interrupted only by Jeonghan murmuring into Joshua’s ear every few minutes, a devil on his shoulder.

But it was fine, you were ahead by a few pieces, your bishops slowly inching towards a checkmate. The next move was it, the game in the bag.

And then your queen is gone.

Jeonghan takes the liberty of removing it from the board with a proud smile while Joshua cackles.

The game doesn’t last much longer, soon the both of you down to just pawns and your king, and then just the kings. A draw.

And let’s be honest here: Joshua kinda sucks at chess.

Josh counted it as a victory, though, hitting Jeonghan with a high five that echoed around the classroom like a firecracker. The boys talked briefly while you set up the board again for the next duo and packed your bag, ready to head to your dorm for a much-needed nap.

You wave to Joshua and turn to go, only making it a few steps before someone grabs your wrist. You whip around, ready to tell them off, only to be met with Jeonghan interrupting whatever swear you were about to say with a sharp smile.

“I’m playing you on Monday.”

He lets go of your wrist and turns around, resuming his talk with Josh as if nothing happened.

Rubbing your wrists ruefully, you headed home.

•••

Of course, his bullshit didn’t stop there.

You did, in fact, play him on Monday. He had you cornered within five minutes.

The next time, in four.

He gathered a crowd a few games in. Every time you’d meet his gaze he’d smirk, eyes brimming with some sort of superiority that made you furious, always endlessly cool and calm. He’d flick his hair over his shoulder every so often, even stopping to talk to spectators while you puzzled over the board, trying to hide your stress.

You were second place by Wednesday.

•••

“You cheated.”

Jeonghan just raises a brow.

“Put the rook back.” You growl, firm.

“Sorry?” He ignores your request, instead poking at one of your previously captured pawns he has resting on the table next to him. “Can you move? I’ve almost got checkmate.”

“My rook, Yoon.” You hold out your hand. “Give it back, or put it back yourself. H6.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you resign? If we were using a timer you’d have been disqualified sometime last week.”

It’s taking every ounce of self control to not slap the living shit out of the smug bastard. “Jeonghan, if you don’t-“

“How’s the game going here?” The chess club leader had made her way to your table, grinning widely upon seeing her favorite students.

Jeonghan smiles kindly at her while you curl in on yourself, trying not to explode. “It’s fine, Ms. Lee. Almost done with this one.”

“Are you missing a piece? Looks like the black rook-“

“Must have fallen off the table.” Jeonghan chirps, ducking under the table and returning with the piece in hand. He sets it with the rest of his captured black army, sending a thumbs up at Ms. Lee. “Thanks for noticing, we don’t need to lose any more pieces.” It’s an innocent sentence, but it makes you turn a boiling red. Lose a piece, my ass.

“Well played, both of you.” She replies, patting Jeonghan on the head fondly before walking off. The blond rolls his eyes, ducking his head so Ms. Lee can’t see.

“Jeonghan, you asshole.” You hiss as soon as Ms. Lee is out of earshot. “I saw you take it out of your pocket, you lying-“

“If you’re not moving, I’m going to.” Jeonghan replies, moving his bishop forward to capture your queen. “Checkmate. Good game.”

You can only gape as he grabs your hand to shake it and walks off, approaching Joshua.

That was when you really knew you hated him.

•••

You studied his games from then on, partially to learn, partially to gather evidence. If he was cheating this consistently with other players, you could definitely get him kicked out of the club and subsequently your life once competition season started, as well as learn and potentially steal his strategies.

Infuriatingly, though, every single game he played besides the hellish ones with you were completely fair. No pieces being slipped into his thin hands when nobody was looking, no clock taps that discreetly took a few seconds from his opponent’s timer. Even with Josh, who he was best buddies with: not even a joking steal or a prank of any kind.

It was just with you.

Every single game you played together, he managed to do something to piss you off, if not blatantly cheat. If it was one of the days you had spectators, his harassment would come in the form of heavy looks and obnoxious “I’m waiting”-esque moves: tapping his nails on the desk, raising a brow, checking his watch.

And if you were alone, you basically had to glue your pieces down to the board to stop them from slipping their way into his pockets. It was obvious when he did it, too, always sending you a smile, too innocent.

It was infuriatingly adorable how proud he was of his nasty behavior. And he was focused too: none of his other opponents got the thought and effort he put into outwitting you and attempting to steal things without you noticing. As much as you hated him, you had to admire it.

Which is why it was so hard to finally draw a line and refuse to play with him anymore.

Though he shrugged when you put your foot down, his dark eyes watched you the rest of that club session. Every time you caught him, he held your gaze for a moment before looking away and resuming cheerfully animated conversation with his opponent.

God, how was he so easily likeable?

He respected your decision, though, and didn’t even attempt to talk to you. It was genuinely polar and strange, and it made you lost in thought as the months passed.

You almost missed the absence of anger, as stupid as it was. School had always been boring and simple, and chess with Jeonghan was the only thing to have made you frustrated in a long time, to have truly challenged you in a long time.

Even when you buckled down on trying to get him out of your head, he seemed to follow- being friends with Joshua (and honestly most of the other club members) almost always devolved into chats about the club and “why aren’t you playing Jeonghan anymore?”. Josh often suggested playing video games with the two of them, and you had to refuse (although playing League with Josh was so fun).

It was lonely.

Stupid Jeonghan.

•••

Finally, tournament season started.

Following (what was apparently) club tradition, the entire team dyed their hair between practices. You settled with a simple streak of blue that was stolen from Josh (he went completely teal, the madman).

The next day, Jeonghan came to practice with his blond ponytail gone, replaced by a dark brown undercut, hair bluntly chopped to end around his jaw.

Unfortunately, it suited him.

He saved a blond spot for a bit of Josh’s blue, however, and Josh dyed it for him in the middle of the clubroom, laughing the whole time. They’d planned it, clearly, as you were pretty sure Josh didn’t just carry around dye in his backpack.

Which means he knew you two would match when he did your hair.

It was confirmed by an apologetic shrug when you cornered him while he threw away the dye-stained gloves.

“Give him a chance, please y/n?”

“Hong Jisoo. You know how I feel about that dumbass-“

“y/n-“

“Why are you so insistent on having us talk again? He’s a two-faced-“

“y/n, you’d like him. He’s funny, and genuinely nice. I don’t know why he was acting like that with you, but that was almost three months ago. Give him a chance.”

“You should be glad I like you, you stupid fucking rat.”

Josh laughs as you walk away, fuming.

Unfortunately, you did like that stupid fucking rat, and so when he offered dinner after an out-of-state tournament (he pinky swore he’d pay) you finally gave in.

Jeonghan coming?

lol yea

that ok?

not rlly

I’ll give him a chance tho

:D thank u

you owe me

I’m buying ur food :(

josh we r literally getting fast food

you owe me

lol k >:)

[vagrantblvrd]

so i started watching The Old Guard because of your posts and mashes so well with the Immortal!FAHC so i was wondering, what are your thoughts on that, like who is the oldest, which era is each member of the crew from, how did they die the first time, and so on :3

Yesssss. >:D

But, no I hope you liked it, friend!

The first time I watched I was thinking that too!

As to Immortal!FAHC I have many thoughts on it from before watching this movie.

I’m also no good at history, and get my eras mixed up? (Like oh my God I had that intense focus thing going on as a kid for a while for WWII warplanes after watching Memphis Belle with my dad, but aside from that, yeah???)

(All of this is to say please excuse inaccuracies as most of what I know is from media and Wikipedia. Also, some of these are more well thought out than others, so pls to keep that in mind.)

Presented in no particular order:

My favorite take on it though has Gavin as the oldest, right? (Pretends he isn’t, but the others find out over time because he stops trying to hide it when he realizes it’s not an issue with them the way it’s been with other immortals he’s run across for whatever reason.)

Born during the Bronze Age and the person he was back then was just awful, horrible little asshole without redeeming qualities to speak of whatsoever.

Came from a wealthy/important family which is something that’s people can still tell to this day even if he’s not a bastard about it anymore.

He died alone and unloved (no reason to love the person he was back then, something he freely admits to anyone asking who wants the real answer) to thieves/bandits or some wasting illness, idk.

From there he learns how not to be a complete piece of shit and honestly, it takes him a long goddamned time.

Lifetimes, really. (Not his, of course, but as time goes and all that.)

Watching and learning from the people around him from the poor farmers and so on who take pity on this dirty traveler on the verge of starving to death to emperors and kings and queens and other puffed up royalty and such.

Favored Italy and England enough that he’s woven both into the Golden Boy’s persona with the accent and references to this grandfather of his that he makes to people who don’t know he’s an immortal.

(Definitely has ties to the mafia, if not served as the head of the Italian mafia for a time, making a comeback as a long-lost/bastard descendant recently discovered with a remarkable likeness to a former mafia head who’s since moved to Los Santos, because of course he did.)

To be fair, he’s still learning with the Fakes, found family and all, and he’s the happiest he can remember being? (Because sappy feels and the whatnot.)

Jack I picture as a viking, because the beard and uh, not much else reason for that line of thinking.

Just this great warrior/peacemaker among his people who dies in battle. (Possibly betrayed because jealous fellow viking at how well-liked and respected Jack is and so on.)

He’s “mellowed” over time, likes to play friendly and affable and so on, will let himself be insulted if it serves the crew’s interests and such? But oh, wow, watch out when he’s angry? (Especially if it’s due to someone hurting someone he cares about.)

Ryan I see as medieval times with the whole kings and queens and knights. (Possibly due to the influence of Kings AU???)

Noble born and served as a knight before being killed in battle or spot of ~intrigue by a political rival/enemy.

Totally got his revenge before realizing the kind of trouble he’d be in if he tried to reclaim his life - unnatural and all - and ended up living a nomadic lifestyle after that. (A vagabond, if you will, because that never not stops being funny to me.)

He gets tangled up with thieves and the like for a while, did some murder for hire that’s been his main career path ever since.

(And okay, if one of the thieves he worked with for a while was this skinny bastard with a big nose and the most ridiculous questions that’s possibly a thing that happened, because reasons. And Freewood.)

Michael I see coming in around the Revolutionary War?

Family moved to the colonies when he was a kid and so on. Signing on to fight against the British and dying in a battle against them, still remembers what it felt like bleeding out in the mud. Has nightmares about it sometimes.

There used to be this whole Thing about it when he met Gavin whenever he leans hard on the British bit that gets even more involved after Jeremy joins the crew.

(Also, also. If Michael and Jeremy collude together against that British asshole, well. That’s a thing that happens. Along with smooches, because none of your goddamned business about that, okay?)

Jeremy comes in during the whole cowboy era, because of the Rimmy Tim getup and I think it’s hilarious as hell.

Originally from Boston (hence the dumb running joke with Gavin and Michael)and moved to the ~wild west as a kid because Adventure and then shenanigans?

Died in a train heist gone horribly wrong and just. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but since he mentioned once it has something to do with his fear of heights, just.

Yikes, you know?

Also, also, the whole bit about cars becoming a thing just before he died (I’m trying not to make a joke about it being of dysentery on a certain trail, but it’s so hard), which is part of why he’s got a Thing about cars now.

(Vroom-vroom fast and that armada of his.)

Trevor, okay, Trevor.

Based pretty much on what his GTA V character used to wear and Trevor himself makes me think of Prohibition-era gangster along with Alfredo?

He and Alfredo started out as street kids in Chicago and the fastest/easiest way to make money for kids like them involved the mob and it was just.

A thing that happened? The two of them coming up in the ranks and BFFs (possibly something more, who can say???) before getting gunned down by rivals one day.

Would have woken up together if the morgue hadn’t fucked up so they went a few years thinking the other had died before accidentally running into one another again, because reasons.

They’ve been together ever since, a pain in Geoff’s ass before he managed to get them to sign on with the crew.

(Trevor kept the fashion sense he had from back then, because of course he did. Doesn’t always dress like he used to, but sometimes he gets the urge and Alfredo laughs at him for it, but he never says a word against it because Trevor looks good like that, you know?)

Speaking of Geoff?

Born around the time Trevor and Fredo were running from Elliott Ness and his Untouchables.

Lied about his age to join the Army and served overseas in the European theater in WWII. Infantry, saw his share of battles that took the shine out of things (what there was to the stupid he kid he was) really damn fast.

Actually survived through the end of the war and made his way back to the US, did some odd jobs here and there for a while as he tried to figure things out.

Listened to the wrong friend (or right one?) and ended up working for some criminal-types, got dragged into the life before he knew it.

Managed to stay alive, learning the ins and outs of being a criminal and all that up until his luck ran out and he ran afoul of some corrupt cops.

Woke up in a ditch somewhere coughing up bullets and freaked out as hell - anyone would be - and then, uh.

Kind of kept going?

Figured shit out as he went, and ran into Jack sometime in the fifties, sixties? Whenever and it was them for the longest damn time before Geoff got the idea to set up in Los Santos for a bit, see how that worked out for them.

(Regret. So much regret because look at all the assholes fucking up his life after that, you know? Really, Jack, stop laughing at him because you’re part of the problem, jackass.)

Lindsay I see as being either relatively young - died in the 80s, 90s? - or as old as if not older than Gavin, depending on the day? (My day??? Idk, I love both a hell of a lot.)

Died in a bank robbery when the asshole responsible for setting the charges to get into the vault miscalculated how much explosives were needed and it was just.

Messy.

Super, super messy.

Fiona is absolutely the youngest, someone Gavin ran into in Europe when he pulled the thing about being his own descendant.

Met her in Paris on his way to the US when she got so goddamned angry at him for accusing her of picking his pocket (a thing she totally did, btw), but she cased such a scene she managed to escape before the cops or Gavin could do anything about it.

She dies in Liberty City working for some assholes who never deserved her, and Gavin happens to be there when she makes the mistake of picking pockets to get enough money to get the hell out of the city before anyone realizes she’s not as dead as she could be?

Terrible disguise of baseball hat, big sunglasses and a scarf over her face, but her response at being caught out as a thief is too similar for Gavin not to realize it’s her.

And then, you know.

He mentions this crew out in Los Santos that would be interested in someone like her? Not as a pickpocket because she’s clearly awful at it - “Hey!” - but they’ve chatted a bit and she mentioned something about sniping - or maybe just perked up when he brought it up.

(Visiting a sniper he used to work with and so on.)

Anyway, why not look them up if she’s ever in Los Santos?

And then she does, of course, and then shenanigans???

Also, also, some of them definitely crossed paths over the years. Ran into one another and are all, “Oh, this asshole again,” maybe work together for a while before going their own ways

They all have this story about meeting Gavin for the first time that no one, no one puts together for the longest damn time.

Like.

How the hell could Jack have met Gavin back when he was being a viking when Gavin claims he died in the 60s?

(Claimed to know the Beatles personally, because of course he did.)

Ryan and that thief he met that one time, got all these FEELS for him that had them being partners in crime for a long, long time before circumstanced forced them apart.

...And then met him again a century or so later and on opposite sides before Gavin did a heroic “sacrifice” to save him at the expense of his current cover. Like, they totally picked up where they left off afterward, because not that stupid? But they got maybe fifteen, twenty years after that together before they were forced apart by circumstances again.

Pattern repeats for a long goddamned time before they happen to meet up again around the time Geoff and Jack get to Los Santos and so far their luck seems to be holding steady. (I just. Man, I love the idea of them being the kind of assholes who are stupid in love with one another but the universe at large is like, lol and tosses a wrench into the works every once in a while for the hell of it and them eventually finding one another again. Because DELICIOUS ANGST.)

Or Michael when he was marching to the next battle and some asshole asking him the stupidest question imaginable next to him? (British accent, sure, but he wasn’t the only one on their side with one, so yes.)

Jeremy and that one Pinkerton agent that one time???

Lindsay and that asshole working for a rival gang who didn’t kill her even though he could have? (When she asks sometime after joining the Fakes he’s just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  even though he didn’t like the asshole he was working for at the time and actually engineered the bastard’s death, but yeah, sure, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .

Fiona, well.

Everyone knows that story because she’s like “YOU MOTHERFUCKER,” when she sees him at the penthouse the first time he strolls through the door after she joins the crew.

And just.

Yes.

They put the pieces together at some point and are like son of a bitch because they figured Gavin’s story about being a beatnik or whatever he said he was when he died was the truth?

And Gavin’s like, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  because technically it wasn’t a lie.

He was a beatnik when he died in the 60s, it’s just that that wasn’t the first time he died.

Eventually he tells them about it in bits and pieces, because they don’t push, demand an explanation. (God knows they’ve all got their secrets and reasons for them and such.)

He tells them because he trusts them and they prove he’s right to by not betraying his trust in them and I’m just, like. Full of FEELS right now, so yes.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO.

Bonus?

But I seriously love the idea of Meg being the inspiration behind the Morrigan.

Just.

Yes.

And if she happens to meet Ryan and Gavin while those two idiots are thieving their way across Europe sometime? That’s definitely a thing that happened.

Also, also, you know she checks up on them in Los Santos from time to time, because old friends (possibly more?) and gets along with Lindsay and Fiona like a house on fire.

Sometimes literally, the three of them >:DDDDDDDD while Geoff’s back at the penthouse shut up in his room because no, no, do not tell him how much of his city’s on fire, Trevor, no.

Idk whether I like former Roman soldier Dan or medieval knight Dan, but whichever one it is he and Gavin go way, way back and they delight in shenanigating about almost as much as Meg and her terrors do in that Geoff is very much :(((((((((((((((((((((((((( when they get together because some part of the city is guaranteed to be on fire at any given point.

[spaceskam]

ooooh #17 you can feel when your soulmate is in distress for the soulmate prompts

Also: 17 for the soulmate prompt but make it Malex pls!!!!!

warning: violence kinda? 

“Please tell me you bought eggs because we need, like, a million to make this fucking pie.” 

Kyle turned to face Alex after he spoke, excepting a laugh and to see him turning to the refrigerator to retrieve the eggs, but, instead, he found Alex completely zoned out. His face was slowly getting more and more sick-looking and his hand pressed to his stomach.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kyle asked, stepping closer. Before he could even reach him, Alex had flown to the sink, puking up whatever may be in his system. Kyle instantly went to him, rubbing his back and turning the water on in hopes it would save the sink from suffering too much. “You didn’t tell me you were sick, we didn’t have to make pie together.”

“Michael,” Alex sputtered out shortly before gagging and hanging his head in the sink again, “We need to get to Michael.”

Kyle blinked in confusion a few times but nodded without adding questions. He’d seen this happen before countless times, often in divorcees who were angry and bitter that they couldn’t break their soulbond and would come for extra strength painkillers to numb the feeling of their ex’s pain. Kyle just didn’t understand why Alex was on the receiving end of this.

“Last I heard, he was with Liz,” Kyle stated and, in second, had his phone to dial Liz’s number. If Michael was in distress, maybe Liz was too, and that was just something he didn’t want to happen.

She answered almost immediately. Kyle never stopped rubbing Alex’s back.

“What’s up?”

“Are you with Michael?” he asked, a frown etching into his face as Alex whined lowly. It was bad. Whatever happened to Michael was bad. “Please, tell me you’re with him.”

“He went home an hour ago,” she said softly, “Why? What’s going on?” Kyle debated what to say for a moment. Neither Alex nor Michael had ever mentioned anything about them having had a soulbonding ceremony, much less together. It was common knowledge that they’d had a fling once upon a time, but nothing that serious. Kyle didn’t want to be the one to tell people.

“I need him, Isobel’s sick,” he fumbled out loosely, knowing his girlfriend back home was absolutely fine and would more than likely have to deal with Liz dropping in unannounced.

“Oh no,” Liz said, “I hope she feels better. I’ll get my dad to make her some soup. Michael should be at home.” 

“Thanks,” Kyle said without bothering to tell her it wasn’t necessary. Isobel knew how to play along. “She said Michael should be at home, do you think you can stomach the drive?”

Alex nodded limply and took a deep breath before standing up tall. He had tear tracks on his face and he was pale which made Kyle that much more eager to get him to Michael. Alex’s residual pain would lessen once they were in the same vicinity, a fun design in soulbonding to make the person able to help their loved one. Alex didn’t seem to think it was so fun.

“If you think you’re going to throw up again, let me know and we’ll pull over,” Kyle said as he put the car into reverse before either of them could finish buckling up.

“Nah, I have a bag. I’m not wasting time,” Alex insisted, curling up with the plastic bag in hand. Kyle sighed, but didn’t argue.

Alex spent over half the ride whining and vomiting and crying in the passenger seat which was overwhelming to say the least. He hated seeing anyone like that, but Alex, in particular, made it difficult to pay attention to the road.

“It’s gonna be okay, man,” he promised, “We’re almost there.”

Once they pulled up to the junkyard, Alex made a beeline for the airstream. Kyle followed not far behind only to find it completely empty. Alex was panicking even more which wasn’t helping the situation.

“Let’s check the bunker before we freak out, okay?” Kyle urged.

They went down the bunker as quickly as they could and, thankfully, Michael was indeed inside. The problem was he was laying on the floor with a small needle lodged in his neck, eyes wide as he gasped for air. Alex went to him immediately as Kyle stood in a moment of panic.

His first instinct was to get him to a hospital, but that wasn’t an option. He couldn’t move him and he couldn’t dislodge the needle because it could make it worse. But, still, they were moving on borrowed time and Kyle knew that he had to move quickly or else he’d have to go home to Isobel and tell her her brother was dead.

“Alex, call Max and tell him to get here immediately,” Kyle instructed, kneeling beside Michael and looking more intently at the needle. It seemed to be pressed in pretty deep if the strangled breathing sounds Michael was making had anything to say, but it was honestly in a good placement. It seemed to miss any major arteries and, due to it still being in place, there wasn’t much blood. All good things.

“You can’t fucking die on me, you asshole,” Alex threatened, a new kind of tears in his eyes as he came back after calling Max. Michael was slightly responsive, but he was mostly in a state of shock. His eyes were moving and he seemed to slightly recognize Alex, but he didn’t reach for him or try to communicate. “You still owe me. You can’t die before you pay me back, that’s not fair.”

Kyle listened to him talk to Michael while he checked over him to make sure that was the only thing wrong. Alex seemed to know he needed to keep him awake and hopefully at least a little aware, which Kyle was thankful for. As he was listening, he slowly started to piece together more of their history.

“You told me we would see the stars together and we haven’t done that, so you can’t die. Just because we aren’t together right now doesn’t mean you get to leave, that’s not apart of the agreement. You’re coming home after this, I hope you know. No more fucking around because you think we’re toxic, you’re coming home,” Alex rambled, gently grabbing his hand after Kyle checked his pulse, “You have to come home to me, Michael Guerin. I came home to you, now it’s your turn. I have your blood in my veins, so if you die, then I have full rights to bring you back and kill you myself for being a dumbass.”

Alex went on for a few more minutes, getting more desperate the worse Michael’s breathing got. He got so desperate that he even started talking about their soulbonding ceremony.

“Remember how stupid we were? We went to the little soul chapel in fucking Hagerman and the officiant made us have a whole discussion and take two tests before we did it because we were so young. He said it was forever, it was unbreakable, and that was one hell of a commitment to make at 18. But we were in love and desperate and we finally got him to agree because we passed the tests with flying colors.

“I remember being so scared when we had to mix our blood for it. I knew it was apart of it and how the bonding happened, but I also know that, if done wrong, it could be like a blood transfusion gone wrong and I didn’t want either of our bodies to reject it and kill us and you just told me it was cute that I was scared of something like that. We made a promise that day, Michael. We promised for better or for worse. And I know we’ve definitely had worse than the worst, but I don’t want us to be for nothing. We deserve more.”

Max came in without much warning and pushed everyone aside. Kyle tried to jump in and say that he was going to remove the needle carefully before Max healed the wound, but Max didn’t want to hear it. He ripped the needle out and immediately pressed his hand to Michael’s throat, screaming all the way. Kyle hoped it didn’t cause any permanent damage that Max couldn’t undo.

Michael came to life with a heavy gasp, not moving from his spot on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. Alex moved closer again, laying against his chest and whispering a mix of threats and thanks.

“What the hell happened?” Max demanded. Michael slowly let his arms go around Alex, holding him close as he breathed slow and heavy.

“I was fucking around with alien tech that didn’t wanna be fucked with,” he admitted, “I won’t do it again.”

“You’re fucking right you won’t. I am so mad at you fordoing dangerous shit by yourself. You’re so reckless,” Alex rambled, never moving from his side.

“C’mon, Max, let’s give them a moment,” Kyle tried. Max looked at him like he’d lost it. “They need a minute to recoup.”

“Right, right,” he grumbled, climbing out of the bunker. Kyle followed without looking back at the pair of soulmates.

Maybe this situation wasn’t all bad.

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ebss 09.07.19 lb

is this jai's girlfriend? she seems as idiotic and immature as him.

kabhi naa chodne ke kasme vaade = she's gonna dump his broke ass in about 5 episodes.

sonali's here! she's literally the only character i like on this show right now so seeing her really brightens up my day.

are jai/sonali supposed to be twins? i kinda get the vibe that they are the same age.

anyway, sonali, bless her heart, gave all her money to jai. which was a grand total of 150 rs.

jai manhoos is like “itne ka main kya karoonga?????”

NIKAL L****, PEHLI FURSAT MEIN NIKAL.

god sonali take your money back from this fool.

rani still on maun vrat with di, and tbh, this is the smartest thing she's done on this show ever. reasons are stupid, but pooja really isn't worth wasting time with rn.

amma continues to be the only sensible person on this damn show, by telling pooja not to waste time messing with kabir. and in response pooja's like NO BUT HE'S THE ONEEEEEEEE WHO... ffs wtf are you 6?????/ he offered to get you justice AFTER you tried to set his father on fire, and tried to make peace once more even after that. you're the one who started this petty nonsense with him.

OK THIS BISH CRAZY. before she at least used to listen to amma's voice of reason, now she's just straight up doing the opposite. she's become absolutely not worthy of rooting for, unless in situations of misogyny.

what kinda next level of extra???????? this is beyond oberoi levels of extra also.

there's everyone's shocked faces, and then there's kabir's eyeroll reaction, lmao.

kabir toh has been getting out his rage by doing some phadda everyday, aaj dhruv ko finally outlet mila hai.

but in vain. kabir just hauled him away like:

valiant chachi trying to attack but lmaoooooooo, pooja's like "pls stop yelling; heart attack TYPES (complete with shoulder shimmy action) aa gaya toh ab doctor bhaaga bhaaga nahi aayega."

and also adds that chachi is very irritating and she doesn't know how she tolerated her for all this while. saalon ki bhadaas nikaal rahi hai, lol.

lol pls note how kabir is mad, but not disagreeing or stopping her from saying any of it.

lo bhai ab sabke saamne hogi inki tashanbaazi.

sikke dene ke bahaane haath is taraah kyun chua be????

"aapke chashm-o-chiraag, aapke secret agent, mr. kabir mittal ko maine apne yahaan naukri dene ka mann bana liya."

dhruv is like i did not know that was an option, or i too would have applied.

ohoho kyaaaaaa hi swag. just fuck and get it over with man.

lol mummy legit said "tum jaati ho ya main sach much ke pagalpann pe utar aaoon??"

kabir's like mom pls stop cockblocking can't you see we're doing foreplay here???? in any case, yes babe, i'm down to get dirty with you. in more ways than one.

i was on his side for this battle until he said "hum tehre paidaaishi rayeez" and now instantly i want to kill him too.

pooja sharma really living up to her namesake and giving appropriate response.

ugh. both of you suck. (BUT ALSO THEY ALWAYS LOOK SO TURNED ON AFTER TUSSLING WITH EACH OTHER???? Y’ALL NEED TO STOP WITH THIS SHIT.)

sab kabir ke oopar toot pad rahein hai. let the guy eat, unlike the rest of you, he's the only one who's done some shit today.

dhruv is probably like ‘i don't like how those two had more sexual tension in front of all of us in these 3 min than i had with her in our bedroom for over a year.’

elevator music playing in kabir's head as everyone yells around him.

HEY! NOT THE MITHAIS! THERE'S LIKE ONE BOX PER PERSON, WHAT THE FUCK, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DESSERT FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

oh boy, this is turning awkward. esp. with the reminder that pooja was his biwi. kabir pls keep that in mind and stay tf away from your pseudo-bhaabi.

apparently this is ~THE ONLY JOB HE COULD GET WITHOUT HIS CERTIFICATES~~~~~ areeeeeeeee you fucking kidding me???? 1. you already HAVE a job. which for some godforsaken reason you're determined not to do. 2. pls. you have like 5, 6 years of work experience. that counts more on the resume than any certificates. fuck outta here with this bs. just tell the truth: you wanna play these games with her, coz life mein aur kuch nahi bacha karne ko.

very pointed taunt on how will i handle your new sharaab waale kharche if i don't work, bitch, since you seem to show noooooooooo inclination to go to work yourself.  

dhruv at least has the decency to look embarrassed.

lmao after saying all that, kabir is like "main tumhe taunt nahi kar raha hoon." lol, sure.

he's asking everyone if they have any other brilliant 1.6 lpm jobs lined up for him that he can waltz into.

dadaji is like "tu theek nahi kar raha hai." this asshole only has objections, never solutions. chal na buddhe.

bir, out!!!!!!!!!!!!!

daily sar pe haath rakhne ka quota has been filled.

i'm telling you bro, still not too late; go get your wife and kid and disappear into the hills somewhere.

mummy is like ........ why bro. honestly why?

ispe na jaane kaunsa bhoot sawaar hai badla lene ka. shaayad apne haraami baap ka.

also he fully admitted that job toh kahin bhi mil sakti thi, but he chose to work in her company. glad that’s cleared up in canon itself.

idhar amma is like y u lyk dis, you horrible child?????

um excuse me, tumhaari haraami family NE HI sab kuch bigaada hai uska. do you not know the whole story, or are you just closing your eyes to it??????

and this mummy, why isn’t she fessing up to what she really did???? sab ke sab haraami log.

kabir: main uske aas paas rehna chahta hoon. amma: maine kaha tha kabir ko khud se door rakh. pooja: main khud chahti hoon ke kabir mere aas paas rahe. amma: tu bohut bada khatra mol le rahi hai.

this is one fuckall petty hate story that's being made to sound like a mighty star-crossed love story. thanks, no thanks.

lord, just give up, moms. your kids are being fueled by the power of petty and not going to listen to you ppl and your logic and reason.

idgaf about these two's passionate promises to make each other's lives miserable. you know whose life you're making miserable with this bullshit? mineeeee, you fuckers.

haaaaaaaaye raja beta looks so good in white shirt. this right here is my kryptoniteeeeee. fuck my nonsense heterosexuality.

cute exasperation but mummy pays no heed. and has a mauli for him too.

"aapko border pe hona chahiye tha. yeh aarti karke dhaage baandhogi toh kisi ko kuch hoga nahi."

fuck outta here you cute fuck i don't want to like you.

mom's like as far as i’m concerned, you're going to the border only. meaning pooja sharma is considered more dangerous than full fledged armies/terrorists. lol good. fear her.

"arre waah ghar ki doodharu gai ki aarti ho rahi hai."

lmao man i am really liking sassy dhruv. he has so much more personality now.

passive aggressive back and forth, but honestly, i am enjoying. what even is happening to this show when i like dhruv's sada hua personality more than pooja/kabir? absolute pandemonium, that's what.

"is sab ka hisaab degi pooja sharma." hey man, fuck outta here. your brother was a loser even before she did all this. don't put this on her.

amma is cutely fussing over pooja eating breakfast.

hein? who has raj bhog for breakfast? and chocolate cake too?

a bitch with zero fucks to give, like rani, apparently. salaam to her fearless appetite.

the only time i like pooja now is when she shows her vulnerable/loving human side, that the old her used to exhibit only to amma/rani/shail/aarush.

btw, i like this outfit/makeup muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh better, but ouff that ghatiya mismatch of a neck piece. why?????

———————————————————————

precap: same shit, different day. how long are we going to have to put up with this??????

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Hypocrites and Friends | Duck | Trial 2.3 | RE: Everything | ATTN: Everyone

Much to Duck’s surprise, people actually considered to go near him… Let alone comfort him. Even after everything he had caused, they were still willing to go up to him and comfort him… After a bit of time passed, Duck finally had enough control over himself to reciprocate the hugs he received from Tadashi and Jin, sobbing into their shoulders. As expected, Duck had received the scowls and berating from the majority of people in the trial room. Duck didn’t retaliate against any of it, he knew for a fact he deserved this. He forced himself to listen to every single word they had to say.. …However. Others began to berate the people he cared for… They were trying to harm them, too… And hearing what Ran had to say about his mother cut him deep. As if she was trying to make him out to kill Ambrose just to harm his own mother.… Then… There was mother fucking Akiyuki. Duck wouldn’t have even uttered a word if he had just kept the people trying to comfort him out of this… Slowly, Duck pulled himself away from both Tadashi’s and Jin’s embrace, giving them a nod of gratitude before he looked towards Ran of all people with his blood shot eyes. “…D-Do you really…FUCKING think I did all of this to harm my mom? Do you… r-really fucking think… Th-that I wanted to kill my own fucking brother? HUH?! Do you!? DO YOU REALLY FUCKING THINK TH-THAT I WANTED ANY OF THIS!? HUH?!” Duck snarled a bit towards the mermaid, before turning his attention to everyone else, wiping a bit of snot away with his sleeve. “I-I… I just wanted my mom to b-be safe, and that’s it. I know… I-I know what I did is unforgivable… And i’m never going to forgive myself for what I did to my own fucking b-brother. A-And you know what, Akiyuki? Y-You were right…. I was p-planning on escaping so I-I could see my mom and dad again. I-I’ll be truthful there. But don’t you e-ever fucking doubt I would k-kill my own brother on purpose, you fucking hypocrites.” Did… Did Duck just call you all a bunch of hypocrites? Holy shit, yes he did! The audacity of this fucking guy! “Y-Yeah… I said it. Hypocrites. I-I know I have no room to talk in the slightest. H-Hell, I was j-just going to take it… But you know what? F-Fuck it, I’m dying anyways a-and i’m going to say what I have to say. I’m not going to add another regret to the numerous I-I have and let you berate my friends l-like that, you bitch.” Duck was shooting daggers towards Akiyuki, staring into the piercing eyes of none other than the king of ice himself. Not even sure how he’s doing it, I could barely bare the thought of having to be caught in that icy stare. Stuff of nightmares, man! But anyways…. “F-First of all… C-Can I take the t-time to point out that you let your own mother die during the motive. I-I know you have "mommy-issues” and all that, but you didn’t e-even put in a fucking effort to save her. And what do you do when sh-she dies? You fucking laughed.“ Duck looked away from Akiyuki to stare into everyone else’s gazing eyes of disapproval. "And what d-did any of you do about it? Did you chastise or yell at him for doing so? P-Punishing him for doing it? You all did nothing… Huh, f-funny how they berate and criticize the person who a-accidentally k-killed his… O-Own brother and ended up saving their loved ones f-from danger, and yet…. you all d-do nothing when it come to Akiyuki willingly letting his own mother to die.Oh, was sh-she a bad person? I’m sorry, so w-was Haruto, and yet you all still criticize me for that.” Duck took a moment to breath, rubbing his wet blood-shot eyes before he stared back at the epitome of ice itself. Akiyuki.

—————–T.W. Mention of suicide. —————————

“And how fucking dare you t-try and belittle what th-that Haruto bastard did to me all those years. He made m-me feel like I was n-nothing but a waste of space. H-Hell… You know? It even got to the point where I tried to t-take my own f-fucking life because of it… So yeah, I-I did that to him… And do I-I regret making him blind? Maybe. But do I regret choosing Jin’s dad over h-him? No…” ————————————————————– Ha… And to think? He took all those years of bull shit just so Ambrose didn’t leave him… That thought still agitated Duck to the core. But fuck it, Duck still loved him regardless…. And he would never get over killing his brother, even when he was dead and gone.  “Y-You know Akiyuki. I-I don’t know… If y-you’re philosophy of there being no grey areas when it comes to these things is correct o-or not… But… If we do say yes t-to that, then…. That makes you j-just as bad as me in your mind, you disgusting piece of shit.” Oh boy, you’d think Duck would be finally done with his rant, right? Well… For Akiyuki, yes. Now he was turning his attention to mermaid Ran. “I-I sincerely hope you d-don’t think you’re perfect, either. Remember, You also voted for someone to die. And h-hell, you were advocating for your sister, kn-knowing damn well you were going to send Sandwich’s sister to her death. But hey, w-wasn’t by your hands, so i-it’s not your fault… R-Right?” Next stop, it’s to none other than Sandwich! Our favorite Massage Therapist! Though, Duck’s face wasn’t as harsh as it was towards Akiyuki’s or Ran’s. “I… I-I want to… Th-thank you for.. N-Not yelling at my friends. H-However. J-Just… Please remember that it was g-going to be either you being convicted a-as a murder or w-watching your sister die thanks to R-Ran’s influence over everyone if it weren’t f-for me being… An i-idiot…"  Duck turned his attention towards Kouki, his face souring once his eyes landed on the beef cake. "Y-You… I.. I don’t really h-have to many problems with you. P-Please… Just feel free to b-berate me and me alone after i’m done if you wish, I-I do deserve th-that much… However. You w-want to know what is also d-disgusting? Complaining that someone’s f-fucking execution wasn’t ‘intriguing’ enough.’ N-Now what type of f-fucked up person do you have to b-be to say that?! Th-that’s just… Wrong.” Yet again, Duck knew he was the least qualified person to say this, but since no one else was and how he was about to die… He might as well die saying his thoughts. Duck gave a look towards Shizuka, sighing a bit. There was no beating around the bush, Shizuka was an absolute bitch. But.. He already got his point across when he nearly killed her. “I-I’m… I know it sounds l-like i’m lying now…. But… I’m sorry I-I did that to y-you. But… I wish A-Ambrose didn’t stop me… A-At least he’d still… B-Be alive…"  Well, almost there! He just… Had one more negative thing to say towards a certain group of people…. "L-Liya… Nanami… Just… Go f-fuck yourself. Y-You’re both n-not necessarily hypocrites, which th-thank you for n-not being one, but you both are just a-assholes. Also L-Liya, how d-dumb do you have to be to preach for e-everyone to keep it p-peaceful last trial then proceed to call them i-idiots? That d-doesn’t in th-the slightest…” Well, that was exhausting to say the least. But… Duck didn’t care, he was going to let others know what his thoughts before he’d perish. He knew he didn’t deserve the right to speak his mind, but once he started, he just couldn’t stop himself. What was meant for only a few people turned out to be an inclusive experience for the majority. He didn’t care if he was yet again criticized for lashing out at them, or met with expected denial from a few of them. Shouldn’t he be crying over his killing his own brother and at the thought of leaving his mom and dad miserable? Yeah, he should’ve… But… This fire in him had sparked after they went after his friends. Speaking of friends…. “L-Lance…” Duck gazed at his grieving friend… His expression from earlier disappearing entirely. “I-I’m… I know m-my words are meaningless t-to you, but… I’m sorry. I… I-I never wanted to hurt you l-like this… B-But my mom came first in this… I’m S-sorry. J-Just… Just please m-make it out of th-this ok… Please? I… I-I don’t want you to e-end up like m-me or… A-A victim…” Duck scratched the back of his neck before turning his attention towards Madoka. “M-Madoka… I-I’m… I’m so sorry I…. D-Did this to you… And same goes for everyone I care about here…” He gazed towards a certain few. “I… I w-wish things… C-Could’ve been… Different… B-But… I guess th-this is how it is. J-Just… Thank y-you….But pl-please stop trying to defend f-for me. I… I did s-something terrible… And I-I shouldn’t be excused b-because of it…. So K-Kenji… Lance… Or whoever… If you have a-anything else to say t-towards me and m-me alone…D-Do it… I do deserve th-this…” Duck glanced down at the floor again wondering how the hell he didn’t even break down when he went off. But…He was done… He said what he had needed to say. He was dying with so much pain and regret… But… At least he could live with this for the little bit of time he has left…