#knowing hemlock he'd probably do it to both

[cuddles-with-dragons]

happy life day. welcome to my brain vomit.

aight. birb wing au, what're y'alls species/general headcanons for the batch.

personally as species go:

Hunter - Kiwi. Small, brown, fuzzy, can track things (fruit) really well. Also can't fly so it gives Wrecker a reason to toss him around. (Bonus points for being from NZ)

Wrecker - Harpy eagle or cassowary. Harpy eagles are the strongest bird of prey, they can carry off sloths. Maybe even a toddler. Cassowaries are big, scary, and flightless, which accounts for the fear of heights.

Tech - One of those iridescent magpies. Super smart and likes to collect random junk. Will do completely random stuff. Very neurospicy coded. Tech definitely collects shiny objects and will probably eat random stuff he finds on the ground.

Crosshair - Peregrine falcon or something. They're cool. Why didn't I go with a vulture? CAUSE I DON'T WANNA DRAW ALL BLACK WINGS. Super speedy AND has the fastest vision in the animal kingdom at 130 frames per second. For reference, a normal human is 50-60 fps.

Echo - sorry echo stans, I got no clue what he is

Omega - for some reason I see her as a pidgeon/dove. Small, innocent, just a lil birbo. Can be a nuisance if they don't like you, perhaps even deadly.

My only real idea is CROSSHAIR WITH CLIPPED/PINIONED WINGS. LIKE HEMLOCK DID THAT TO HIM. It's pretty low effort, will be really traumatizing, and makes escape attempts easier to catch.

Anyhoo. *makes grabby hands* Give me your headcanons.

[chadleys]

gallons of the stuff. | roman godfrey

›› pairing: roman godfrey x f!reader

›› wordcount: 3.2k

›› genre: smut, established relationship

›› rating: 18+, mdni

›› synopsis: you've recently stopped taking your birth control. roman has a problem with that.

›› warnings: period sex, bloodplay, oral sex, dirty talk, soft dom!roman, very explicit tampon scene, both characters are in high school but 18

›› misc: i haven't written in months, very out of practice. it's true - i'm back on my hemlock grove bullshit. if you're new here, we love bloodplay in this household. i wrote this in one sitting, and barely edited it. it's probably riddled with typos.

you had just gotten out of your last class for the day; you spied peter and roman talking near your locker. ❝ hi. ❞ you greeted peter with a wave, but roman you clung to and tried to grab a kiss on tip toes from.

roman, however, took a step back before you could make it. you tripped and almost landed right in front of him.

it was peter who stopped you from falling completely, as roman had moved back even further. he wasn't speaking, instead looking strangely at you, like you had grown a few extra heads in your couple hours apart.

❝ dude, what the hell? ❞ peter chastised his friend.

you stood there, hurt that your own boyfriend didn't want to kiss you, and when roman continued to just stare silently at you, you finally waved an impatient hand in front of his face. ❝ um, hello? ❞

❝ what happened? ❞ he asked quietly. ❝ what did you do? something's … different. ❞

you shrugged, looking to peter for help. he shrugged, too, looking between the two of you.

❝ i don't know, what could be different? i mean, what do you mean? ❞ roman wasn't making any sense.

roman's gaze flickered between you and peter, his mind racing as he seemingly tried to pinpoint what exactly felt off about you. was it your demeanor? your scent? it didn't seem he could put his finger on it, but something had definitely changed since he'd last seen you this morning.

❝ look, if you're not gonna answer me and just give me the silent treatment, i'll take myself home. ❞

❝ I'll give you a ride, ❞ peter offered, but roman chose that moment to reach out and grab your wrist, pulling you back to him.

❝ are you hurt? ❞ he finally asked. his eyes were moving a mile a minute over you, your face and body. ❝ you smell like … blood. ❞

you blushed from the tips of your toes all the way to your forehead. ❝ i mean, ❞ you said, speaking even more quietly than roman had, ❝ it is that time of the month … ❞

but roman had been around you countless times during your period. he liked it, as any vampire would, but he'd never acted this strange about it.

roman's expression softened slightly as he processed your words, but there was still a flicker of something else behind his eyes. ❝ I'm sorry, ❞ he murmured, his voice low. ❝ It's just different today. it's ... more. did something happen? ❞

❝ okay, i'm gonna take this as my cue to leave, ❞ peter said warily, backing away from the two of you.

as good of a friend as peter was, you hardly noticed him go. you were focused on roman, and moreso on his focus on you.

❝ roman, i'm sorry, i don't … know what could be different. ❞ maybe you were bleeding through your shorts? that would be embarrassing. but no, you had just checked in the bathroom mirror before last class. there was no way your flow had become so heavy within the last hour.

roman's intense gaze lingered on your face, his mind racing with possibilities. ❝ can we go home? i'm … it's dangerous for us to be here, together, right now. with you like that. ❞ he tugged at your hand, leading you to the front doors.

as you neared the school parking lot, you remembered something. about a month ago, just after your last period, you had made a change. something you'd been wanting to do for a while.

❝ roman. ❞ you stopped in your tracks, gazing at him. ❝ i remember … i had been wanting to for a while, just to see how i'd do without it, but … a little while back i stopped my birth control. ❞

roman's eyes widened, his grip on your hand tightening involuntarily. ❝ you … stopped? ❞ he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. ❝ why … why would you … do that? ❞

❝ i - i thought it might be causing some of my weight gain, plus i was always fucking hungry. and my mood swings … i thought it would help, ❞ you answered meekly. roman was clearly upset about this.

❝ are you insane? ❞ roman hissed, stepping close to you so that no other passing students would hear. ❝ that's so fucking dangerous. you're gonna be bleeding so much more without it. do you really have that much faith in my self-control? ❞

❝ i didn't think … ❞ was all you said. of course you didn't, fucking idiot that you were. your boyfriend was upir, and here you were giving your body more of a reason to tempt his hunger.

roman sighed, his anger melting away into concern as he pulled you closer to him. ❝ we need to get you home, now. i'll … i'll take care of you. ❞ he guided you toward the car; it seemed his mind was already racing thinking about what he was going to do with you.

how he was possibly planning to ' take care ' of you was anyone's guess. he probably wanted to devour you right now …

on the ride home, you sat with your legs clamped together, as if that would help. roman drove with a hand over his mouth and nose, as if that would help.

❝ roman, i'm really sorry, ❞ you blurted. ❝ i didn't think about you, about how it would affect you, and i should have … ❞

roman's severe expression softened, and he reached over to take your hand in his own. ❝ it's okay, ❞ he reassured you gently. ❝ we'll figure it out. we just need to … be careful. ❞

he pulled into the driveway, escorting you gently inside with a hand at the small of your back. the two of you hurried up to roman's room.

you, however, were now afraid to even sit down anywhere. what if you bled through your tampon? bled on roman's sheets? that would really set him off.

so you stood awkwardly at roman's bedside table.

roman watched your discomfort with a mix of concern and frustration. ❝ baby, come here, ❞ he murmured, gesturing for you to sit on the edge of the bed. ❝ i promise, i won't let anything happen to you. just … relax. ❞

you took a seat, gingerly, making sure not to sit too close to him.

roman moved in closer, his gaze softening as he took your hand in his. ❝ i'm sorry if i scared you earlier, ❞ he said quietly. ❝ i just … worry about you. you know that. ❞ his thumb brushed soothingly over the back of your hand.

you nodded - roman typically treated you like you were some kind of treasure, one he had to make sure was safe, that he couldn't bear to lose. ❝ i know, and … i'm grateful. i promise i'll start taking it again and get back on my schedule tonight. ❞

roman kissed your knuckles, gazing up at you through his long lashes. he didn't say anything, and his expression was unreadable. slowly, his lips trailed back and forth over your knuckles. he seemed about to say something, but didn't. it seemed to you that his eyes had darkened.

you took over, flirting your fingers over roman's lips, loving how soft and perfect they were. ❝ roman? what're you thinking? ❞

roman's eyes darkened further as he gazed up at you, a flicker of desire dancing in their depths. ❝ just thinking … that it might be better if you stayed off of it. i mean … how selfish of me would it be to make you get back on, when you were having so many issues? ❞

his voice was quiet, but you heard a hint of something else. something dangerous.

your lips parted, and you slid your hand from his grasp, cradling his jaw. ❝ are you sure? i don't wanna make things awful for you or - ❞

roman's lips curved into a slow, sensual smile at your touch. ❝ darling, ❞ he murmured, his voice low and husky. ❝ you could never make things awful for me. ❞ his hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly. ❝ in fact, i think it might be rather … exciting. ❞

❝ exciting how? ❞ you squeezed your thighs together to try and quell your growing arousal. ❝ d - didn't you just say it'll be dangerous? ❞

roman's lips quirked into a mischievous grin. ❝ sure it will be, ❞ he purred, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. ❝ but, with you being off birth control, you're going to be bleeding a lot heavier. and with all that blood going south, you're gonna be so horny … why don't you let me help? ❞ as he spoke, his gaze darkened again, the hunger smoldering in his eyes now unmistakable.

an embarrassing little moan escaped you, and you shuffled closer to your boyfriend. ❝ i'm already horny for you, roman. it's not like i don't beg for your cock practically every chance i get … you really think it'll be worse now? ❞ it had been many years since you started birth control; you weren't sure what to expect being off of it.

roman's breath hitched at your words, his desire igniting like wildfire. ❝ oh, angel, ❞ he murmured, his voice rough with need. ❝ i think it'll be a whole lot worse. but don't worry, ❞ he added, one big hand sliding down to caress your thigh. ❝ i'll take care of you. i'll make sure you're properly satisfied. ❞ his gaze smoldered with primal hunger as he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

those words - ' i'll take care of you ' … roman had spoken them to you many times before. they always had the desired effect; to make you spread your legs and ache for him to be between them, to be true to his word.

you did so now, leaning back as he kissed you, spreading your legs wide for him to settle between them. you were still worried about bleeding onto his expensive sheets, but knew roman would take care of it if you did.

roman groaned into the kiss as he settled between your legs, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he ground his growing erection against your core. ❝ god, baby, ❞ he muttered, his voice thick with desire. ❝ you smell so fucking good. i could smell it as soon as you got up this morning, but … i wasn't sure. i didn't know what it could be. ❞

he broke the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his tongue tracing teasing patterns over your skin. his hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing gently at your clit through the fabric of your shorts.

you let out a broken moan, clinging to his broad frame. ❝ i - it wasn't … i mean, it didn't properly start until after i got to school … ❞

your face was burning, and roman's insistent fingers pressing the rough cotton of your shorts down over your clit was making you see stars. ❝ r - roman … my clit … it's really sensitive … ❞

roman's lips curled into a wicked grin at your confession, his touch becoming more deliberate as he stroked your throbbing clit through the fabric of your shorts. ❝ sensitive, huh? ❞ he murmured, his voice husky with desire. ❝ i told you, all that blood down there … it's gonna make you crazy. i'll just have to be extra gentle with you, won't i? ❞ his fingers danced teasingly over your sensitive flesh, eliciting soft gasps and moans from your lips. ❝ but tell me, baby, ❞ he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. ❝ do you want me to be gentle? ❞

you loved when he was gentle with you. there was always a time and a place for a good, rough pounding, but you loved roman most when he made room for you, gave himself over to you completely and treated you like a princess.

you nodded with a soft pout. ❝ am i a total baby if i say yes … ? ❞

roman's lips curved into a tender smile as he brushed a strand of hair away from your flushed face. ❝ no, darling, ❞ he murmured, his voice laced with heavy affection. ❝ you're not a baby at all. you're my princess, and i'll treat you as such. ❞ his fingers continued their gentle ministrations, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from you. ❝ just relax, angel. let me take care of you. ❞

you held onto him, keeping him close as he touched you. the two of you kissed soft, deep, passionate kisses, and it wasn't long before roman was hooking his long fingers into the waist of your shorts, trying to drag them and your panties down at the same time.

❝ uh, roman. ❞ you grabbed his wrists, looking nervously at him. ❝ i still … have my tampon in. ❞

roman's eyes flickered with concern at your words, his fingers stilling in their attempt to pull down your shorts. ❝ mmm, ❞ he hummed, the timbre of his voice soft and soothing. ❝ you really think i care about that? ❞ he leaned back slightly, his gaze seeking yours. ❝ … can i take it out for you? ❞

it was so embarrassing, to have him asking you that right to your face. but you did, god you did. were you sick in the head?

you nodded, slowly, trembling hands half covering your face as roman stripped your shorts and underwear off.

roman's lips curved into a tender smile as he gently peeled off your shorts and underwear, exposing your naked bottom half to his hungry gaze. with delicate care, he reached between your thighs, his fingers deftly locating the string of your tampon.

❝ it's alright, baby, ❞ he murmured, his voice filled with reassurance. ❝ i've got you. ❞ one strong hand steadied itself on your belly as the other slid the tampon slowly out of you.

you moaned, against your will, as he took it and held it up. it was dripping, all over his bed.

❝ roman, stop! your bedding … ❞ you made to grab it, but roman held it just out of your reach.

❝ tsk, tsk, not yet. i still have business with this thing, ❞ he muttered with one of his signature cute, quirky smiles. you knew what he was going to do, but it still took you aback when he closed his pretty lips around it.

you sat and breathed heavily, watching as roman's cock twitched in his jeans the moment the tampon hit his tongue.

roman's eyes never left yours as he suckled your tampon, his tongue expertly lapping at the spongy material. he made soft, sensual noises of enjoyment as he savored the taste of your fluids, the scent of your arousal heady in the air.

you squirmed beneath him, unable to keep still as heat further pooled between your legs. you wanted him so badly, and the thought of him tasting you like this was driving you wild with desire.

as roman finished, he slowly withdrew the tampon from his mouth, a string of blood, saliva, and your juices connecting it to his lips before it snapped free. ❝ you taste divine, love, ❞ he murmured, his gaze smoldering with carnal desire. ❝ i'm sorry, i can't - ❞

with a feral growl, he dove down, pushing your legs back as he began to devour your bloody cunt.

the sight of roman between your legs, the lower half of his face all smeared with your blood and juices was enough to make you feel faint. ❝ oh god, roman … ❞ his bloodied nose nudged your clit and you sobbed, gripping the sheets.

roman was right - you were bleeding a lot more now that she were off the pill. you could feel it smeared along your inner thighs and dripping to the bed.

❝ touch me, ❞ roman murmured, as he added two long fingers into the mix. he slid them easily, hungrily, into your wetness. ❝ touch me - pull my hair, slap me, scratch my back, whatever you want. i'm yours. ❞

you could feel your wet, open, bloody pussy trying so hard to clamp down on his fingers. but everything down there was so wet and open, roman's fingers glided almost too easily in and out of you.

you did as you were told, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

roman groaned softly against you, his lips working fervently against your clit as he added a third finger to the mix, stretching you open even wider. he was relentless, his movements becoming more frenzied as he devoured you with unrestrained hunger.

your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails grazing lightly against his scalp as you tugged him closer, urging him on with desperate need. your body was on fire, every nerve ending electrified by the exquisite pleasure coursing through your veins.

as your climax approached, roman's fingers quickened their pace, driving you ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. ❝ do you wanna cum like this? or d'you want something else? ❞

that third finger was exactly what you needed. you nodded, tugging and pulling harshly at roman's hair. as much as you loved his cock, you didn't want even a second break from this, for him to whip it out. and you knew roman would give it to you any way you wanted it. ❝ just like this … please, roman, make me cum … ❞

roman's lips curved into a wicked grin as he redoubled his efforts, his fingers working feverishly inside you while his tongue danced skillfully over your sensitive clit. your entire body tensed beneath him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you teetered on the brink of release.

with a guttural groan, he applied just the right amount of pressure, his fingers curling inside of you as his lips closed around your swollen bud. he sucked and licked with abandon, driving you wild with pleasure until you'd had enough and shattered around him, your cries of ecstasy echoing in the air.

as your climax washed over you, roman didn't let up, continuing to lavish attention on your throbbing center, prolonging your pleasure until you were trembling with the intensity of your release. only then did he finally ease off, his lips trailing a path of fiery, bloody kisses up your trembling body.

you were still shaking as he reached your lips, a questioning look in his eye. you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him quickly down, kissing him deeply.

tasting your own blood was … odd. not unpleasant, but certainly not as pleasant as it had been to roman.

roman, who was panting, his mouth smeared with red, dripping onto you, your shoulders, your chest, the bed.

❝ we need a shower, ❞ you grunted, afraid to even close your legs with the slippery mess down there.

❝ i don't see what the problem is, ❞ roman laughed as he gave you another kiss.

[fieldsofwriting]

With Hayden having Henrietta and Juniper having Dozy, what do you think is every love interest's ideal pet? I feel like a good amount of them would wind up being cat people to be honest lol

You are very right, I think everyone would be very ride or die with thier pets tbh. Like there is friendly debates at the Tavern over who is the best. They'd have a best in show every year. Head cannons below the cut!

Balor:

This man is a Cat lover through and through. There is no convincing me otherwise.

I could see him having the sweetest little black cat- ya know to add to they mystery vibees.

He would love to have the cat run around with him, and when he's out and about I can see it curling up around his shoulders.

THIS MAN SPOILS HIS BABY.

So much, this cat wants for absolutely nothing.

If he gets it after his D&D sessions- it have a silly name like Snickelfritz. For the vibes.

Reina:

She strikes me as a dog girlie honestly.

I think she'd like using her dog as an excuse to get out of the kitchen every now and again and just go on walks with them.

I think she'd have a chocolate lab- yes because of the name but I also can't see her having a little dog.

She would spoil the shit out of the dog too- this dog gets so many homemade treats.

Not to mention Hemlock would feed him table scraps. And Luc would love to take them out too for bug adventures.

I could also see her being the kinda dog owner to give them cute little bandana's and everything to wear.

They'd also probably have a food name tbh.

Celine:

I think she could go either way. I can definitely see her having both cats and dogs growing up.

But once she's moved out? I think she's got a bunny.

She'd LOVE taking them out to her garden and letting them roam.

She'd also love being able to give the bunny farm fresh foods!

I mean look at her and tell me that she doesn't look like she'd hold a bunny in her arms and walk around town.

She'd make it a little flower crown and everything too.

She'd get Ryis to help her make the best most lavish bunny cage there is too.

I think she'd give the bunny a cute name like Petal.

March:

Okay- hear me out. As a kid? I think he had a bearded dragon. He would have thought they were SO COOL. Alright?

But now, as like an adult? I think he wouldn't hate any animal. Mans a big softy under that hard exterior.

I think though- he'd prefer Dogs over cats.

MOSTLY because the dog would remind him of Olric

Also you've seen those arms. I think be a crime to not get him a dog so you can throw a stick to them.

He'd pretend not to care at all about the dog- but then he'd fight so hard to make it have a cool name. (He'd probably try for Copper.)

You know those dads that are like "Don't bring home any damn animals!" And then bonds with the said animal. That's him.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! Let me know if you want me to do some of the other characters too!! And thank you for your request! :3 Requests are open!!

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 50 (Life in Brindleton Bay)

cw: pet death, trying to explain loss to a two-year-old

Though born and raised in electric San Myshuno, Conrad immediately took to the quieter pace in coastal Brindleton Bay. He spent time with Gord at the dog park across the square, running the obstacle course to prepare him to impress their new captain at Brindleton PD.

As soon as Conrad moved in, Heather said she'd take Gord to be neutered. "I kept meaning to schedule the surgery, but with my work and the recovery time, I just didn't," he admitted sheepishly. Heather smiled.

"You live with a vet now. We'll both make sure he's better in no time. If we're splitting bills, that makes us a team, I think. Officially."

Conrad smiled, pulling her in for a kiss. "We are a team."

As a friendly and happy pup, Gord endured the cone of shame until his stiches healed. But they had only lived in Brindleton Bay a few days when Grim came calling for Heather's elder cat, King Tut.

Heather grieved his loss for weeks. He'd lived over two decades, so Tut's death wasn’t unexpected, but he’d been her companion since she was a child. And though she had her own grief to navigate, she had to help her son come to terms with loss for the first time.

Ash loved spending time with the family cats while Heather worked on her mobile app or studied her vet charts, but now his four-legged friend was gone. "Where Tut go, mommy?"

She knelt down to talk to him at eye level. "Tut lived a really long time, long before you were even born, and he was really old. When kitties get old enough, they go to a really special place with other kitties, but this place is only for them."

"We won't see him?" He sniffled, and Heather pulled him in for a comforting hug.

"We have to say goodbye to him here so he can make his journey to the special place. But it's okay because he'll be happy. Just as happy as he was when he got to be here with us."

Conrad buried Tut in the yard under a tall hemlock tree. His ghost could rest peacefully in the shade, and Heather and Ash could mourn whenever they needed.

And Tut could visit whenever he missed them, too!

Despite the sad start to their life together in Brindleton Bay, Conrad and Heather looked forward to the future. He watched over Ash when she worked long hours at the clinic, and they settled into a new routine as a trio with two cats and a dog.

One morning at the clinic, Everett's dad Bob Pancakes brought in Majora, one of his cats, and Heather learned he and his second wife, Annette, were considering retirement.

"I want to spend more time with my grandsons," he said with a gentle smile, and Heather listened intently while she worked. "Jett looks nothing like Spencer, but he loves her just the same. It's Spencer I worry about. She loves those boys, but I think she feels like something's missing. She can twist herself in knots with stress. My Eliza was like that, so it didn't surprise me when Everett fell in love with her, but I worry she needs adventure my homebody son just isn't built for, and the boys are so young."

Heather soothed Majora on the exam table. "Can I do anything to help?" She didn't want to intrude on their family, remembering her personal rule to keep her distance unless Everett or Spencer asked her themselves. "I don't know if I should get involved."

Bob laughed. "I'm not asking you to act like her therapist, but maybe you could spend some time with her. Plan a trip. The Kim-Lewis' and I will help Everett with the boys."

"I'll talk to her." She changed the subject to Bob's other kids before she cured Majora's lava nose with organic disinfectant spray. The poor kitty sneezed but recovered quickly and she sent them on their way, returning to the lobby to greet her next patient.

It wasn't like she didn't need a vacation, but life was far too busy these days for travel. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: Pet aging is probably too long but two decades isn't unheard of! Cats really don't get in the way unless I have infants, so I don't mind having them around this long, and honestly the longer the cats live the easier it is to meet the Gen 2 challenge to always own at least two cats. Dogs don't live as long, so at least that's accurate in my preferred settings!

[immoralimmortals]

Akatsuki Flowers! What a lovely ask. Let's look at your suggestions first:

Hidan, prince's feather:

Ohhhh immortality! I think that's perfect. Apparently a nickname for this flower is "kiss-me-over-the-garden-gate"

Deidara, buttercups:

Youth, joy, play, simple pleasures? Interesting choice, I can see why you went this direction! Matches his hair, too. It seems awfully innocent for him, I wonder if he'd disagree!

Deidara, australian rose:

A couple of results say "you are all that is lovely", and my gut tells me that may not be what you intend? But nevermind that LOOK HOW PRETTY IT IS

Anyhow!

I've used a little bit of flower symbolism, as you've probably guessed, for my fic! Red roses (and their various states of life, death, and preservation) and forget-me-nots are pretty obvious, though. But I used two others, hydrangeas, and daffodils, and they both suit Kisame!

Kisame, hydrangea, daffodil:

I picked a hydrangea festival, for one because it's a real thing that happens, and two, it means heartfelt emotion! I think Kisame feels with all of his being, intensely. He, as many people are not, is someone very aware that he is not always aware, if that makes sense; he is wary of the way his blood can boil, rage heating under the skin. Goes along with him not always feeling "human." Daffodil, the flower I used for the lotion in my fic, is in opposition as it stands for truth and honesty. We all know "truth" is sort of Kisame's thing. It's his pinnacle of morals, his reason for living, and then dying. I think it keeps him in line, too.

Itachi, white poppy:

Consolation, Rest, (Eternal) Sleep, Peace, Dormant Affection. He's a man that is a nice comparison and foil to Kisame, because like him, he feels deeply and has to deal with that in order to carry out his sacred duty. He is a man that wants peace, and with the short time he has on Earth tries to use it to redeem himself, his brother, the Uchiha name as well as he can, all the while dreaming that things will eventually go for the better. Dead man walking, a ghost with work to do.

Nagato, flowers of the elm tree:

Protection, Warn of Others, Purification of tainted areas. He protects his village by summoning rain, keeping watch of who even so much as whispers dissent. His land is pure. And he will purify the world. Perhaps it's a warning about him, too.

Konan, white rose:

Honestly this is a pretty predictable choice lol. I think she's emotionally...stagnant. In constant mourning, even if by her definition she's entirely moved on. Like Nagato, she takes her pain and uses it to continue, define her existence. She is the right hand, that which Pain uses to purify, an angel who does not boast of her power. She merely acts upon the will of that which justifies death.

Kakuzu, spruce, chamomile

Spruce: Eternal hardiness, Endurance, Symbol of North and Cold.

Chamomile: Patience, Attracts Wealth, Energy in Adversity

Yeah, I know spruce isn't technically a flower, but it's a growth on a tree and something you'll see in the language of flowers, so I'm using it. Kakuzu's ring, of course, means "north", and I honestly think it's fascinating to think of that in comparison to the north wind. He is a man as hardy and cold as the world he's trudged through. He's the definition of withstanding the worst, both physically and emotionally. The chamomile goes along with that, with a tenacity to make things work. You don't get to live to be 91 and still an active rogue ninja without a willingness to crack some eggs.

(also my art accounts are all chamomile-carillon or some variation. I love chamomile. And I love Kakuzu. yea)

Sasori, the four ancient poisons:

Aconite: Lustre (reflected light), Misanthropy

Hellebore: A Beautiful Year Ahead, Wit Relieve My Anxiety, Relieve my anxiety, tranquilize me

Hemlock:   You will cause my death

Nightshade: Truth, Silence; Your Thoughts are Dark ; Falsehood ; witchcraft/sorcery

I at first was just going for poison but all of these are PERFECT for him in their own right. Misanthropic man who wants to feel numb, wants to cause death and ultimately chooses to die. The contradiction of nightshade being both truth and falsehood...reminds me of how contradictory he is. A man who is trying to gain all the time in the world, absolutely impatient and unwilling to wait a second. Oh I can see the art for this in my head now....

Obito, love-lies-bleeding:

Love-lies-bleeding (Amaranthus): Desertion, Hopelessness, Constant, Unchangeable, Immortal or Unchangable Love, Immortality, Fidelity, Everlasting Friendship

This one just kind of has it all for him. The way everything good that ever happened to him left his world, his steeled resolve, his extended life via Madara's help, his love for Rin... Hoo.

Zetsu, two-bloomed green rose, dock flower, astilbe

Two-bloomed rose: Secrecy

Green rose: alien, strange, We Are Worlds Apart

Dock: patience

Astilbe (false goat's beard): I'll Still Be Waiting

He's really defined by his patience-- black Zetsu especially but white Zetsu was also playing the long game too, sticking around Obito since his childhood. The rose is pretty self-explanatory; he keeps a lot of secrets and he exists in a way that is very hard for others to comprehend. I figure he has difficulty understanding others, too.

[roseadleyn]

𝙃𝙚𝙢𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠. || 𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚.

a gift for @dion-s-lawyer and @d10nsaint <3

hemlock is a poisonous plant, toxic to both humans and animals, and it means 'you will be my death.'

...aah, can you tell where i started losing motivation?

— rose.

affection — how do they show their love and affection?

dion does not know what affection is, or how to show it. he takes you with him on a 'mission' and gets confused when he gifts you a dead person's head and you start screaming. don't you like it?

blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he's willing to bathe in a pool of blood when it comes to you (baby it isn't like you don't already do that). and he doesn't hesitate to snap off anyone's neck — be it his own family or anyone else. he's not waiting until someone proves malicious intent towards you, either. talk or reach out to anyone other than him, and that person is dead.

cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

he treats you just like he treated you before the abduction. he's a lot more.. hm, is condescending the right word? he keeps you on a leash and when he's feeling spiteful, makes you crawl. he likes it when you look up at him with pleading eyes to not put you through this humiliation. (he's still gonna do it, honey. sucks to be you <3)

darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

uhm, this is dion? definitely yes. he doesn't care whether you're okay with whatever he does; he forces himself into your personal space and then expects to be taken care of. makes you sleep with him or on the floor. you're eating at his feet or not eating at all. the usual fare.

exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he feels like there's a knife in his side that's constantly twisting. are you okay? are you hurt? did someone try to harrass you and he has to kill them? his worries are never ending.

fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

amused. it's funny to see you trying to escape and act defiant. precious pet, you actually think you have a chance?

game — is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

it's.. a game at some points. he's fine with you crying, it's nice... but when you cry for him, give him that pitying look, he feels a rush of feeling like he's lost something. give him that look and he'll really give you a reason to cry. as for your escape attempts... he'd enjoy at it the beginning, but as soon as you get too audacious, he'll crush your little rebellion in absolutely no time.

hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

once, you tried to slip poison in dion's tea, unaware of his immunity.

dion locks you in the dungeons and whips you until your back is in bloody tatters. he takes a break when you fall unconscious and then starts again, making sure you're able to feel the pain.

ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

he doesn't care. as long as he has you, he's fine, he's not too worried about the future.. but sometime in the future, he'll marry you. not because of any loving reason. he'll just have a justification of being by your side at all times then.

jealousy — do they get jealous? how do they handle it?

if you ever give a second glance to someone else he gets jealous. and then he kills that person or gives them in as a toy. simple.

kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

he tries to be a bit.. less frightening, but mostly he still gives you shivers with how he's surveying your body.

love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

he'd either get lant to arrange a meeting or he'll just abduct you straight away. it's not that deep for him. if you catch his eye.. oh, it isn't gonna be good for you. you'll most probably be knocked out, so you don't notice the pitying looks his siblings give you.

mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

no. he acts with you just like he does with everyone else — stone cold, monotonous, blank. however, you two sit in the stairwell during a ball sometimes. he tells you about how he used to wait for his mother to come tuck him in as a child. she never came, of course.

naughty — how would they punish their darling?

blood. a lot of it. he'll lock you up and whip you, or he'll 'test' out a new knife on you, or he'll lace you up in a too-tight corset and enjoy watching you beg and plead for air.. the possibilities are endless. just please try not to anger him, especially on days in which he's already in a foul mood.

oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

rights? is that like a thing? that you actually get?

patience — how patient are they with their darling?

not very patient. he'll let you defy him for a month. a week more if he's feeling generous. then you better prepare yourself. any more further disobedience will not go down well for you.

quiet — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

sort of? he just feels more hollow than ever. throws all your belongings in a fire and never speaks of you again. as far as anyone else is concerned, you never existed.

lant finds him a replacement girl who cannot for the life of her understand why her husband refuses to talk of you or why her husband almost strangled her to death for touching the picture he keeps of you.

regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

just a tiny little bit. maybe this wasn't the amazing thing he thought it was because you're just crying and crying and — then it's swallowed up by justification. he believes a pet's rightful place is by their master's side — exactly where you are right now.

stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

a neglectful father who views him as a weapon, and an insane mother who dissects people on an hourly basis, and a crazy family. blame maria and lant if you want, but they're both unhinged and mental so they don't really care 🤷‍♀️

tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he will make you sob and then wonder why it doesn't feel good. isn't he supposed to feel delighted at the sight of your tears dripping down the bridge of your nose? why does he feel an urge to cuddle you until you stop weeping?

unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

yes. he can't live without you yet he acts like you're absolutely nothing. makes you feel pathetic and worthless so you don't see that you're the one thing he can't live without, ever.

vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

none. no visible weakness. if you want a chance to escape, take a leaf out of roxana's book and patiently, subtly manipulate him. don't overdo it, though. he's not an idiot, he'll see through you in an instant.

wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

with pleasure <33

xoanon — how much would they revere their darling?

sometimes, when he sees you asleep or in his clothes.. he feels his heartbeat speed up and something constricting his throat. he doesn't know how to express it or what even is it. just mutters a rushed 'you've got clothes of your own' before walking away.

yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he doesn't pine after you. he sees you, observes you for a week or two, and then kidnaps you if you grab his interest. he's not the waiting type of person. and either way you'll end up with him, so what's the point of delaying?

zenith — would they ever break their darling?

yes. dion often leaves poisons outside; he's immune so he doesn't necessarily need to fear. that being said, you are neither immune nor illiterate. you heard once how soldiers used to take suicide pills to save themselves from torture and imprisonment.. isn't that exactly what dion is doing to you?

the pills are in your hand before you can think about what you're doing.

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[whitepine-estate]

Okay, so this theory is partially based on VEX1N's Whitepine theory.

I'm gonna start with the most normal part, and the part that can most easily be taken as kinda a mini theory. Basically Pyroscythe has tuberculosis. All the symptoms line up (coughing, vomiting, etc) and Whitepine's a period drama, TB is pretty common in those and adjacent genres, plus was an actual threat back then.

Now onto the more insane part. Okay so one of the things that VEX1N points out is how the wound on Mysti's neck resembles a bite mark. TB was also associated with vampires and vampire attacks in the past. When Mysti asks Pyro if he had a bad dream, another symptom of vampire attacks, he dodges the question. I'm saying that the killer in Whitepine is a vampire. This is out there I know that, but hear me out. (most of the evidence for this comes from both the New England Vampire Panic, and Dracula, also random bits of vampire lore I've heard)

First things first, there's pretty clearly something wrong with those woods. All the shots lingering on them, the ominous sound design, there's something off. When Pyro is staring out his window, we see that his room seems closer to the woods than other spaces in the house. This means that if something malicious were in those woods, he'd be the easiest person to get to. The camera is also always in some kind of corner when Pyro's alone, almost like its stalking him.

Mrs. Hemlock is pretty clearly dead. It's implied she's been dead for a while (or at least a few months) given no one mentions her and her piano is in the basement. While I can't prove she's a vampire, at least not from ep 1 alone, its plausible. If we do go with the "Pyro's TB is caused by a vampire" theory, then that does point to Mrs. Hemlock being the cause as it was thought that if one family member fell to vampirism, more would soon follow. She'd also circumvent the whole "needing to be invited" thing cause it was her house.

While this is the part I'm even less sold on, it could also tie back to Ivory. Her habits remind me of two bits of vampire lore. The first one is how if you spill poppy seeds in front of a vampire they'll stop and need to count them all. While its more specific than what she does, it fits how she follows things to the letter. Does this mean I think Ivory's a vampire? No, I think she might be a dhampir. Dhampirs are half vampires, they can live like normal people and don't get burned by sunlight. However, in some superstitions they have "a dark mark on the back like a tail." While Ivory's tail isn't particularly dark, it felt wrong to not call it out.

The second thing it reminds me of is how, in Dracula, vampires can control people through force-feeding them their blood. This could also explain Ivory's weird way of carrying out orders.

I'll admit the Ivory stuff is probably the weakest part of the theory, overall it relies a little too much on obscure lore, but when I heard there was a possibility it could be a monster, I couldn't not mention vampires. I'm almost 100% certain Pyro has TB though.

idk if we're allowed to sign off but in case we are -🌊 anon

(Yup! Sign offs are completely allowed!)

As a lover of vampires, I adore this theory so so much - Plus, I’ve become a bit fond of Pyro too over the past few days.

I don’t honestly have anything to add, this is great plus I love the explanation behind Pyro’s vomiting and that he’s the easiest to get to from the forest to absolute bits - Would love to hear more thoughts on this theory. Particularly on your theory of how she might’ve died after acquiring vampirism!

[mute-call]

"That's a relief!" he laughs, sounding less concerned than he probably should be about the entire topic.

His easy-going smile falters as she continues speaking, however.

Is she kidding him right now? She doesn't believe him? ...and that matters?

"No, uh... I wasn't aware of that. I thought you might have your limits--" like killing kids, perhaps, which is part of why he chose her, "--but for someone like him, I didn't know you needed anything other than a paycheck. The only reason I told you any of this in the first place is--"

Why had he told her? Sure, a large part of him had hoped it would help incentivize her, but that isn't the only reason. Steven's been sitting on this secret for weeks now, unable to share it with anyone else, and he had just needed to let it out. He needed someone else to know, to share in his terror, to help reassure him that he's doing the right thing.

He swallows thickly instead of finishing his sentence, frustrated by her proposal.

"It's not that easy. I-- no offense, Ms. Hemlock, but I think you're being pretty naive right now. Of course there's no proof. William's not just crazy, he's crazy powerful! Why would a guy like that leave evidence sitting around?"

How is he supposed to explain that he "just knows" he's right without bringing up the subject of his abilities? He can't go around blabbering about being a super to every person who doubts him, not when he's dangerous enough to have been kept secret from most of the other employees at AR itself. What if knowing the truth changes Hemlock's mind about leaving him alive after all of this? No one likes the thought of their privacy being breached.

"I... overheard him. Multiple times. I know I'm right about this. There's no way I can safely gather proof for you without putting both of us in danger. I mean, what am I supposed to say? 'Hey, Mr. Afton, you wouldn't mind if I took a look at your super-secret labs to make sure there aren't any dead kids in there, right?' Come on, he'd kill me before I even finished my sentence! And then he'd look into who else I might have told, and he'd find you, and-- well, I think that'd be pretty inconvenient for your operations here."

He isn't sure why her doubt has affected him so strongly. It's silly to get his feelings hurt by someone he doesn't know, but she's struck a nerve; Steven wants to be wrong. He's spent so long talking himself out of the truth, going in circles trying to reconcile the William Afton he knows and loves with the William Afton he doesn't. He's finally committed himself to taking drastic action in the name of morality, and what does he get for it? His one potential ally thinks he's a dirty liar.

"No." Bell's voice is shaky, but his expression is set in a firm, determined frown. "Here's how we're going to do things. You-- either you take the job or you don't. If you do, we save these kids and do the world a favor. If you don't, I-- I hope I can trust you to be discrete and give me the time I need to put together another plan. But I'm not going to give him the chance to find more children to kill by wasting time making my assassin feel better about killing someone. ...okay?"

"I'm not going to kill you, dear." It's not like she scuttled around, picking random people off the street like some serial killer... She wasn't a complete animal.

He's not really wrong about Batman, either. Granted, he hasn't elaborated much on the matter, but if his own two hands are as dug into the muck as he says they are, then a fist to the face doubtlessly lurks within his future too; But certainly not before the ringleader suffered his share of the 'spoils' first. Still, that begs the big question: Why hasn't Batman done anything about this, yet? What if he did know, though? What if he shows-up when time comes for the kill?

If... If... So many 'if's you can stuff a few pillowcases with them.

River sighs and turns from Steven. Crosses her arms. Takes a few steps. She has to. She needs to think, and those earnest puppy-dog eyes were a distraction from the issue at hand. Maybe she's a bit more 'sentimental' about this than he'd hoped... It's hard not to be, when she had her own munchkin waiting for her back at home and he's laid this number on her. Not that he needed to know this, but the fastest way to take hold of her villainous little heart and squeeze is to involve kids.

Fingers tap along her arm before curling-into red Kevlar.

"But look, everything you've said? It's... Still really hard to believe... I mean, I've never heard of this guy having so much as a pinky-toe dipped in crime; and he's running an operation like that? All in the shadows, completely hush-hush?" Again all in Batman's very backyard, "That said, I'm hazarding a guess you're not aware that I'm not exactly keen on killing people who are actually 'innocent', too."

There's already enough crimson in her ledger that wasn't, the last thing she needed were heroes coming-down on her harder for taking-out someone who didn't deserve it. She's not necessarily calling Steven's target innocent. But River knows how the choice of words might seem such, and so she's quick to turn back to him with a finger raised, "So here's how we're going to do things. You can consider the job contingently-accepted, and in return, you're going to show me the proof that this guy deserves a knife in the neck."

"You said you work security, right? So you must have something besides pretty words that you're confident about."

[miss-writes-a-lot]

RWBY: TEAM HELL: Volume 1, Chapter 5: Stuck With You

Aurora felt her blood run cold as she fell through the air along with the 20 other students. It was clear to her that the others had experience with falling. Only a few other students were failing around along with her while everyone else was practically dancing on air. Even the students who were dumped out of the other plane only mere seconds after them were already familiar with the trick of falling with intent.

One girl brandishing a large axe, was knocking people out of the way, shooting a million glares as she did. More people were being dropped and she was quickly losing sight of Lucio. She felt like she couldn't breathe- as if falling was sucking every piece of air out of her lungs. She looked up and found more people just blowing past her. Flashes of gunpowder and dust fragments filled her vision.

She had to do something fast. She looked around her, trying to get an idea of what she should do. The majority of them were using their weapons to propel them forward, but there was no chance in hell that her shitty prototypes were going to have that much power to do that. The only other option was to use her semblance to somehow land safely-or, try to land safely on solid ground.

That was going to be hard.

She sighed, tightly shutting her eyes. She tucked her chin in and crossed her arms over her chest.

'okay, Aurora! You can do this! Just gotta focus! Focus! Focus! Focus!'

She clenched her jaw as she felt her body begin to shake. She was outlined in a light grey hue and she began to slow down. She wanted to shout and jump for joy for actually pulling it off, but a. She was in the air, and b. If she did, she'd break concentration and fall to her death.

She just kept her eyes closed and continued to float to the ground, hoping to find Lucio once she did.

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Evelyn was having the time of her life.

She was flying through the air like a bird.

Well, not exactly like a bird.

Her gauntlets were what kept her in the air. Every loud blast was sending her higher and higher into the air like she was bouncing in a bounce house. She couldn't help but burst out laughing every time she felt herself be lifted into the air.

She looked up and found herself further and further away from the ground-where she was supposed to be with the others.

"Whoops. Guess I should start heading down, huh?" She said to herself.

She let herself fall to the ground, using her gauntlets only when she was gettimg too close to the tops of the trees and launched herself forward, passing the boy she talked to before Mr. Lionheart's boring speech. He was using his glyphs to either launch or teleport himself through the air.

"Hmph. Show off!" She shouted, flying ahead of him.

'I bet he'd make a good partner. Still, gotta keep my options open!'

She continued to fly into the air and finally fell into the forest, rolling across the forest floor and jumping up onto her feet, taking a bow.

"Thank you! Thank you! You are too kind!" She said, as if she were talking to an audience. She chuckled to herself, causally walking through the forest, taking it all in.

She had never been to this place. She wasn't familiar with this neck of the woods, and from what she could tell, it wasn't marked on the map of Mistral. What was this place?

She shrugged, leaving that question for another day. She continued to walk casual, wondering what kind of partner she would get.

One thing was for sure, she didn't want someone so dull and boring. She wanted some who she could have fun and joke around with. She didn't want someone who always had their nose stuck in a book. She wanted someone to party with!

But everyone on that plane seemed so serious and dismal, like it was just another Monday. So boring. So unamused.

She just wanted someone to-

"L-LOOK OUT!"

"Huh-?"

In a flash, a little brown haired girl dressed in grey and black slammed into Evelyn, throwing her back and launching herself further and straight into a bush.

Evelyn coughed up a leaf, hearing groaning coming from the bush that the little girl fell into. She stood up, regaining some balance and walked over to her. She was in a bit of a daze, leaves and branches stuck in her hair.

She bent down, getting right in her face. "Yo! You good? You look like you took a few hits on your way down."

The girl responded with a groan.

"Whoo boy. Well, I know you're not all there, but it looks like we're stuck with each other," she stuck out her hand, "The name's Evelyn. Evelyn Piscia. Your new team partner!"

The girl leaned forward, colliding with her shoulder, still completely out of it. Evelyn sighed, throwing her over her shoulder and walking off with her.

"I can tell we're going to be very good friends."

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Lucio had lost sight of Aurora on the way down. He was thrown back by a rough girl cutting through the crowd with a large axe, so he made the best out of bad situation and flew forward. He used his glyphs to propel forward and down to the forest floor with a matter of minutes. When he got to the ground, he went off in a full Sprint through the woods to find Aurora.

She was already new to the huntsmen scene and if someone found out she wasn't at the same level as everyone else, she would be absolutely screwed and chewed out for four years by her teammates and he did not want that to happen.

And if it did, he wanted to be there to make sure she was safe. He had to find her, and find her fast.

He dashed through the woods, jumping over bushes and rocks. The trees all looked the same-how annoying.

At least at home, they were marked and clawed up by Bronze and the others.

He shook his head, forgetting the memory and focusing on the task at hand.

Find Aurora Hemlock.

He ran through the woods, trying not to use his glyphs too much.

' You can't always rely on your glyphs to get you ahead of the game, kid. It drains your aura.'

Harlow always knew what to do, which is why it was hard for Lucio not to just take the easy way out and use his semblance to make it forward.

'Come on, Luci! Focus! We have to find Ro before anyone else! And we still got a long way to go before we get out of here anytime soon.' He thought, his mind going elsewhere, 'I wonder what Ro would want for her weapon. Unless, those dinky little things are her weapons...oh no, they can't be! There's no chance in heck that those are her weapons! They're so small! They wouldn't last a day! Man, when I find her, I am making her a new weapon. A better one!'

Lucio smiled at the thought, but he was so involved with his thoughts, he rammed into another student and they both fell back, Lucio into a bush and the other student against a tree. Lucio groaned, propping himself on his shoulder and stood up, dusting himself off.

"Damn, probably shouldn't have wore this suit," he looked up and his crimson eyes went wide once he finally processed what happened, "o-oh crap!"

He ran over to the bruised boy dressed in blue overalls and a blue Shepard's staff in his hands. He crouched down and moved his blonde locks out of his face. "I-I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to run into you-not that it's a bad thing that I ran into you! Now we can be partners! But I really didn't-"

The boy placed his hand on Lucio's shoulder. "P-please just...just help me up."

"Right. Sorry."

Lucio pulled the boy to his feet, steadying him and dusting him off a bit.

The boy sighed. "Right, so I guess we're partners now, huh?"

Lucio nodded. "Yeah, guess you're stuck with me."

"I....I don't mind. You seem like a nice guy. Better than the others. They were seriously sizing me up from the minute I got on the plane. Even when I was falling through the air.".

Lucio chuckled. "It's cool. After the whole Beacon thing, I can kinda understand, and-" he noticed the change in the boy's attitude. He was scared, a bit uncomfortable, "-I seemed to have touched a nerve-" he sighed, "I'm really screwing this up. Can we start over?"

The boy smiled, nodded his head, "Yeah, sure," he stuck out his hand, "My name's Sunny. Sunny Latorre. I'm...I'm from Vale."

Lucio nodded, his eyes wide with realization. "Ohhhh. You're from...f-from Vale."

"Yeah. And your name is...?"

"R-right. The name's Lucio Kin-" he took a very long pause, "Kindira."

Sunny took a moment to process the name, "Kindira...that...sounds familiar."

'Please don't say it, please, please! Do not say it.'

The blue boy shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's nice to meet you, Lucio."

The taller boy breathed a sigh of relief, throwing his arm around Sunny's shoulders. "Yeah. Good to meet you too, Sunny. I can tell we're gonna be great friends."

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Leticia Tawny was a force to be reckoned with. She was the scariest girl there, with a long scar going down her right eye, her towering and broad stature, and not to mention her giant axe/submachine gun, Robur.

She had ripped through the sky, bashing students out of the way and fell down to earth like a meteor.

She wanted to find the perfect partner. Someone tough, someone with a powerful and semblance such as hers. She wanted to find someone who was up to the challenge of being her partner.

Instead, she got her.

She was a dainty little thing, with fair skin and black hair in ringlet curls. She was wearing a blue and gold Lolita dress and white stockings that were grass stained.

She was just sitting there, right in front of her, startled by her appearance and panting in fear.

This was it.

This was her team partner for the next four years.

And she was not happy.

"There is no chance in hell I am being stuck with you "

[miss-musings]

Well, I've got two overlapping conversations on this topic going. So, I recommend you read my reblog of @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog's excellent Crosshair/Omega dynamic analysis, because it outlines many of my thoughts on the subject.

OK, so regarding Crosshair removing his chip:

I honestly go back and forth on whether he's lying or telling the truth in 1.15. I do think, regardless of whether he actually removed it or it deactivated/was damaged in 1.08, that he is 100% acting of his own free will by 1.11/1.12.

IF he did remove it after 1.09, I'm guessing he had AZI do it.

AZI knew Crosshair was still stationed on Kamino in 1.15 AND Crosshair seems to actually know who AZI is. I can't explain why but the Crosshair-AZI dynamic feels weird to me. Like Crosshair shouldn't really know or care who AZI is, but he kinda does???

Rex also makes an offhand comment about Kamino having chip-removal equipment/facilities. Feels a bit like a Chekov's gun.

I could easily see Crosshair, while recovering from his injuries on Bracca, ordering AZI take his inhibitor chip out when none of the Kaminoans or Imperials were looking. I mean, Crosshair definitely couldn't do it himself for several reasons, but one of them being that he had no idea where on his body it was. Hunter and Omega never specified it was in his head, and while the head is the most logical place, he'd have no idea where in his head it was.

Again, I'm a bit frustrated that the show leaves it ambiguous whether Crosshair's telling the truth in 1.15. But, I think most if not all fans agree that he's regained his free will by the Ryloth arc. The fact that his chip is never mentioned again after 1.16 solidifies that Crosshair is acting of his own accord by staying with the Empire in Season 2.

Regarding Crosshair's feelings toward Omega in S1, check out the other post.

Something I didn't mention, though, is how Crosshair doesn't participate in the mess hall fight after Omega instigates it by standing up for TBB.

If the TCW arc is anything to go by, Crosshair was always looking for excuses to pick fights with the regs. But, when Omega does it and his brothers join in, he just keeps eating until his food his knocked over.

If anything, shouldn't he have been the first TBB member to back up Omega? Wouldn't her picking fights with the regs have endeared her to him?

It could be a case of "I'm hangry" and/or "it's cool when I do it, but lame when you do it." BUT I do wonder how much of it was the chip impacting his behavior.

However, when he's acting of his free will in 1.15/1.16, I agree that he definitely seems resentful and bitter toward her. His brothers care about Omega and follow/listen to her, but they seemingly don't care about him or follow/listen to him.

Moving onto Season 3, though, I also believe that Crosshair was able to withstand Hemlock's conditioning thanks to Omega. I've talked about this before in other posts.

It's clear, especially from the late 3.01 conversation (after the time jump), that Omega's been visiting him regularly -- probably daily. He's sitting on the floor across from her, rather than the bed. Plus, from the way both of them talk about Batcher, it's clear Omega has been telling him about her daily routine(s) during her visits.

Omega: I dressed Batcher's wounds as best I could. At least she didn't bite me. That's progress, right? Still, if she doesn't get better soon, maybe I can steal a medkit from the lab and see if there's anything I can use. Crosshair: Stop. What is your primary objective? Omega: Escape. Crosshair: Then stop wasting time on lost causes. Forget the hound. Forget me. And complete the mission.

Maybe he actually looked forward to her visits, or maybe he felt he needed to talk to her out of obligation. I'm not sure.

Either way, Crosshair definitely tries to push her away multiple times in 3.01, but it's clear -- at least in the second conversation -- it's because he wants her to escape successfully and breaking him out could jeopardize that effort. (I talked about this more in my "Omega needed Crosshair too" meta.)

It's hard to say exactly when his "ride or die" loyalty for Omega really takes hold. Was it sometime during their imprisonment on Tantiss? Was it when she broke him out in 3.03 and demonstrated that undying loyalty he always wanted from others? Was it in 3.04 when he realized he'd rather stay with her despite the dangers than enjoy his freedom alone?

Honestly, it was probably a gradual thing, but I think his decision in 3.04 was the "point of no return" for him. He was definitely full-on CrossDad after that.

Every time I rewatch TBB S1 and get to 1.08 “Reunion,” there’s this little moment where Omega is talking to Crosshair and he takes a little step toward her before Hunter comes in between them.

Fans speculate he had his chip removed at some point between the Bracca and Ryloth arcs.

Do you think this little step here was his free will/consciousness reaching out to her? Do you think this was an indication that he believed her?

Also, on the same topic, how do you think S1 Crosshair felt about Omega?

By 1.15, he seems to have some amount of general concern for her — “Living among fugitives where she’s in constant danger? You want to protect the kid, then let her go.”

He could’ve ordered her to be arrested or killed, or he could’ve used her as leverage to get TBB to join him in the Empire. But instead he wants to send her on a shuttle off-world. They don’t specify where. Maybe it would’ve been someplace decent, or maybe it would’ve been the same place the cadets wound up in 3.02. 😳😬

But I imagine he also views her with some amount of annoyance/dislike (especially in 1.01 “Aftermath”), as well as anger, resentment and jealousy since his brothers went back for her but not him.

He does save her life in 1.16, but he plays it off as payback for her saving his life earlier in the episode. I do wonder if he would’ve bothered saving her, if she hadn’t saved him first.

Idk. Anyone have any thoughts about this?