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kisspurins · 4 months ago

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i absolutely HAVEEE to get on the kyrell is hung train like im sorry but it's absolutely true... the signs are all there... but like the first time u see him in all his glory ur like wow ur so big and he has the biggest proudest grin (u know the one) but he's like what! cuz he is so oblivious to his own size... and it turns out he's too big to fit (and he's like O_o) so he has to finger u first to get u warmed up and once he's in he's so accidentally rough... like he's the kindest and sweetest but he's so big and strong that he's thrusting into u a lot harder than expected... and once he gets used to it he starts to tease a lot and if u ask him to dirty talk he does sooo good bc every word just rolls off his tongue so smoothly and GAWDDDD i could keep going forever i need the nda so bad

oh nonie please feel free to keep going forever and ever and ever 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ actually giggling over this rn you don't know how bad i wanna gatekeep but i'm sweet!! kicking my feet "you know the one" i do i do i do i do i do i do i DOOOOOO!!!!!!

okay to start hung kyrell </3 thats it thats the post!! but seriously you're so right :( when he pulls out his dick for the first time you can't help but to gasp at how big he is.... tip red n leaking and you can tell hes not even fully hard yet :( n he just.... groaning a little by how glossy your eyes look while you're staring at him and how you look so dumb and lost in thought !!! has a little smirk while watching your every move and how you rub your thighs together staring at him longer before asking you whats wrong and why're you so quiet all of a sudden :( it would be so humiliating having to tell him that hes too big for you n you don't think he'll fit!!! n kyrell doesn't get what you mean until your fingers are wrapping around his base and god you can barely wrap them all the way around :( n it makes him harder seeing you struggle :((( thinking of how small you are....breaking you in.....being the first person to have you so dizzy n delirious from just looking at his dick!!!!

kyrell sooooo uses fingering when prepping!!! its the only way he knows that'll get you slick enough to take even the tip :( he has such pretty long fingers.... him getting his fingers covered in spit before rubbing on your clit, so slow n teasing while you're in his lap.. how he would call you so precious n his sweet girl while hes overstimulating you n :( batting your eyes up at him bcs you're soo close but want him inside..... doesn't actually push any fingers inside until your head is so melted from his praise n gross sloppy kisses!!! ky likes to take you by surprise so when hes pressing kisses on your cheek n suddenly he pushes a finger in you're feeling so icky!!!!! him having to cover your mouth n hes going "shhh shhh" bcs your legs are closing around his hand and your mouth is letting out the cutest sounds that kyrell thinks hes gonna hurt you if he keeps hearing it so he has to cover your mouth :( pushing in another finger so hes knuckles deep with two fingers.... scissoring your pussy open while he says the sickest things but its so laced with how sweet he is!! saying "so perfect around me baby. gonna split you on my cock?" or "there you go. taking it so well for me" n !!!!!! so hard not to fall apart all over him when hes talking so sweet :(

when he does get to spreading your legs :(( kyrell really doesn't mean to be so rough with you!! doesn't even think about how you must feel when hes holding you still, so big and strong his entire frame is leaving you feeling so hopeless :( how he would push your legs open and slot himself in between them and you can't wiggle or squirm as hes pressing his fat tip to your entrance!!!! pushes in and groans feeling you squeeze around him n :( just can't help himself!!! i mean hes not even thinking when he starts thrusting in you </3 pushing his big fat tip into your cervix n you’re whining about how it’s too much... too deep n hes too rough but he just!!! doesn't even realize hes breaking your limits 😞 kyrell holds your legs up while hes fucking into you and its like your cunt memorizes the feeling of him immediately because all you can do is babble n shake n twitch and gosh hes so gross!!!! dirty talking n ky is my favorite because i just know hes so effortlessly good with it :( so deep n you can feel his heavy balls slapping against you n he goes "there you go, taking it all for me. my good girl" in your ear before pressing sloppy kisses on your jaw :( says how perfect you are for him all the time says "this pussy was made for me" n idk!!!! he says it so casually like its the most common thing to say to you n his voice would be so low and intimate n </3333 especially when he says you're dumb or something :( calling you his dumb little girl but hes filling your cunny till its so full hes dripping out </3

#kyrell web *:.｡♡#ampers&one smut #ampersandone smut #kyrell smut #kyrell choi smut #kyrell choi x reader

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hanginginthevoid · 2 months ago

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Teddy Grahams (1)

pairing : Bob Reynolds x Reader

a/n - soo i havent written in like 5ish years? but this movie brought out this beast in me that needed to consume a story like this and i wasn’t seeing anyone do it so i decided to do it myself. its supposed to be a multiple part series but i’ll probably only continue it based on if theres a want. I also learned AFTER writing this there is a legit marvel character named Empath so lets just act like he doesn't exist, k thanks!

wc - 2.5k

warnings: description of fight scene, probably ooc bob and yelena, slowburn, (i don’t think there's anything else (if u see sumn lmk))

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The indomitable human spirit gets old really fast. If most people were to come across someone who could manipulate your thoughts and emotions, you’d run the other way, would you not? Same thing if they met with someone who could manipulate time, aging you decades in a single moment, right? You may not do the second one anymore, but the possibility is still there so the threat should still be prevalent. Most would, but apparently either of those options are much better than dealing with some shifty dealer. That damn spirit.

The job is easy, essentially an in and out. Get in, bust a couple of guys up, maybe erase vital memories of a few more, deal with the guy in charge, get home and go to bed. Simple. But this numbskull blasted you with some sort of sound gun, and threw you off enough for them to land a clean shot, now you have to fix that before you can go to bed. Unbelievable. Most of the guys are tense, an inky yellow-orange mix flowing around their heads, but there's a couple of guys around the corner with these deep red auras, they’re more prepared than anyone else to fight her, gotta keep an eye out for their movements. The deepness of the red shows they’ve been stewing on something for a while, your intel was probably bad and they were just preparing for you this whole time.

There's only seven people stuck with you in this hallway, if their nervousness affects them like it should, this will be lightwork. The guy on your left, receives a fast hook, connecting with his jaw and slamming his head into the corridor next to him. He slumps to the floor like a ragdoll, and then all hell breaks loose. A girl moves in on you from your right, rapidly flinging some sort of electrically charged baton. She connects with your right forearm, your suit disperses the electricity, allowing you to yank the baton from her and slam it into her knee. As you move in to incapacitate her, a knife flies by your face, creating a decent gash across your right cheek. The attention switches to the knife thrower, he’s some distance away, but you can close the gap in no time. After a couple of ducks, dives, and some redirects of punches or kicks, you’re face to face with the thrower. Putting your left hand onto his temple gifts you access to all of his memories, new and old, repressed or surface level. Quickly, you find any one that has to do with knives and get rid of them. He starts to cry, and that's when you chop at his pressure point and send him into la la land.

The remaining four lackeys were nothing special, they were too shaken up by the fall of their comrades to really land a solid hit. So the Empath still only walks out with her original bullet wound, and a gash up her right cheek. Those guys from before are still “hidden” around the corner though. Maybe they don’t know you can see them? You round the corner with a crease in your brow as you figure out something to say.

“Yoo-hoo? Hey, I kinda wanna wrap this up, if one of you could just, y’know, guide me to the big bad himself that would be great.”

But Instead of a verbal response, she receives a punch aimed for the center of her face. Guess you’ll just have to drag the path out of their memories later. The punch connects, not how it was supposed to, but it still hurts. Left cheek is gonna have a nasty bruise, but nothing that's unfixable. The force of it sends you back a few feet, but that doesn’t stop a fast recovery. If you could just get close enough to touch even the edges of this guy's aura, you can win. He’s tall, so even just trying to reach his aura is going to be a stretch, maybe if you jump you can reach it. But then he would snatch you up mid air... You could immobilize one of his arms and when he goes to slam you against the wall or floor you can reach it then. Yeah that should work.

So you charge at him. He goes to swing at you and that's when you grab his hand and swing your legs around his shoulder. You spread his hand open, not allowing him to retaliate, and put his shoulder into a leg lock. He tries at first to swing at you with his opposite hand, but he can’t hit anything to make you let go, so he unknowingly starts to go along with your plan. He raises his entire arm, curling you at an awkward angle but giving you perfect access to not only his aura, but his temple. And you're able to shut the whole thing down. Got the route you needed, and the shifty dealer himself folded as soon as he realized you took down the best muscle he had.

In retrospect, it sucks that you don’t use time manipulation on others anymore. This whole thing could have been done in a nice 15 minutes and you’d have the rest of your Tuesday night all to yourself. Oh well, it's a punishment that you deserve anyway.

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Thank god you cleaned your apartment yesterday. Imagine coming home, after all of that, and still having to clean in the morning. Making your way into the kitchen, you remember that you forgot to go to the store, or at least make a grocery order. There's cold cuts, some cheese, and a pickle in the fridge. Some may say it's a struggle meal but it tastes good so who really cares? After rolling up the cold cuts, and taking a bite or two of cheese, it's time to deal with the elephant in the room. Moving to the bathroom and popping open the makeshift first-aid kit the real question arises, should you go forward or backward in time to heal your wounds? Forward will leave a neat scar, but you technically should clean the wound properly and maybe even apply a stitch or five to make sure that it closes properly. Backward will just put you right where you were before starting the job, just gotta dig the bullet out of your arm and you shouldn’t have any complications.

The bullet in your left arm gets fished out with some tweezers, and then the wound that is left behind gets reversed, along with what's starting to feel like a broken cheekbone, right back to their former glory. But for the sake of having a keepsake, and something cool to talk about at events, the slash on your right cheek gets the five star treatment of being irrigated, cleansed, and then three steri-strips, equally spaced, to make sure that it closes up nicely before speeding up the healing process.

The bed has rarely looked more comfy, so a shower can wait until the morning. Stripping out of the bottom half of your suit, and grabbing a soft oversized shirt, means it's time to go limp for at least 12 hours, 16 if you’re lucky.

You were never lucky. Someone, no two someones, actually four someones are in your apartment. Each aura is a little different, but two are mostly calm and the other two are a mix of everything that you’d never want to see. However, after the night you’ve had, its safe to say that you’re gonna ignore it until it becomes a pressing issue, and if they just wanna chill in your living room, then it's not considered pressing.

“..re you sure?”

“Yes Bob, I’m sure. I told you she’s done this before.”

“Well yeah, but you also said it was for someone that she was friends with. I’m just the guy who turned New York City into a pitch black vacuum of despair.”

“That was not you Bob, we’re here to help you understand that.”

You know that Russian accent. Yelena’s signed you up for a real case. She didn’t know that the last time you helped someone with their split personalities, one of them still wanted to be hidden so he could be “the fist” for some egyptian god or something. Maybe if she had asked, you could have politely declined, but nooo, why would she do that.

Yelena opens the door with a bit more energy than necessary, “Good morning sunshine!”

“Good mornings come with a notice that you wanna stop by Lena.”

“Maybe to you! Let's get you a coffee so I can explain this impromptu visit, yeah?”

After moving to the kitchen, and explaining who Bob is, why he’s struggling with his powers, and how he wants to learn how to use his powers so he could help the team. Yelena is making this seem like it’ll be a cake walk, she’s better at lying at most but maybe she’s being honest and you really can have them out of your apartment in an hour or two. She keeps saying ‘A little difficulty using his powers’ though, if that’s what he’s here for, you're gonna need a little more meat on the bone before you bite.

Over the rim of your cup, you eye Bob, before switching your attention back to Yelena “What do you mean by ‘A little difficulty' with his powers?”

“Well, he has this not nice friend of his that just comes out if he uses his powers.” She responds, not missing a beat.

“Like any time? Everytime he uses them?” Please say no. You wanted a cake walk, not this.

“Ehhhhh, kinda? We haven’t really tested it ‘cause he’d rather be safe than sorry”

You look over at Bob, trying to look into his eyes but he’s got them so far into his hot chocolate that you can’t even catch a glimpse, you speak anyway. “So you’re limiting yourself.”

He jumps. It’s the first time you have addressed him since he and Yelena woke you up. He glances up, not expecting you to already be looking at him, and then looks back into his mug. “I mean… Maybe? I don’t really think so. It's better off if I stay out of the way and just let the real heroes do their thing. I would just mess everything up if I tried”

You let out a sigh like you've been holding it in since last week, “And you're willing to work with me on this? Like really work on it, I can only do so much by myself.”

Bob looks up again, this time holding eye contact, “Uh, yeah mhm. Yelena said you’ve helped people with controlling themselves before?”

A nod of agreement before responding, “Yeah, once or twice. Let's go into the living room, don’t wanna do my thing on a counter.”

You allow Bob to sit wherever he is most comfortable, then Yelena settles in on his right side to provide comfort. After they’ve adjusted into their preferred positions, you get up and sit on the back cushion of the couch, directly behind Bob. It’s not the most comfortable position, your knees frame his shoulders, and the wood that holds the couch together kinda digs into your butt, but this is the least intimate way you’ve found to really dig into someone's psyche.

Before you can even start figuring out the who, what, and how's of the others inside Bob’s mind, he accidentally brushes your calf with his hand. Having never met Bob before and him probably thinking he was out of this phase, the two of you get sent into a void room from your own memories. Yelena knows something happened because of the blank look on your face, but she doesn’t get the chance to speak before Bob is already speaking with a panicked wavering to his voice.

“I'm so, so, so sorry. I thought I got over that. “

“Its oka-” You try to get a word in, but Bob cuts you off.

“No, I'm really really sorry. If you don’t want to help me anymore I understand. I should have been more careful. More focused. Please don’t be mad” He’s tearing up a bit, not much, but if you look close enough you can see the tears lining up on his waterline.

“Bob, it’s okay. I don’t blame you, I never blame anyone for the stuff that happens when I do this.” You take a couple seconds to adjust yourself and then gets back into it – “It's probably gonna be a little bit uncomfortable, I’m tryna separate your “sides” but also tryna understand them and bring them to a mutual understanding of each other. If you needa take a break or wanna get some food, just let me know.”

“Yeah. Yeah okay. I'm ready.”

You thought it would be quick. You really did. The guy had problems, sure, but so does everyone else. When you come to, the sun is no longer as high in the sky as it was. You and Bob have bits of hair sticking to your foreheads, thanks to the apparent swear you’ve worked up. After being in there for probably 4, maybe 6 hours, it's clear that this will take a lot of sessions to really figure everyone out. You move from the top of the couch, to sitting on Bob’s left side, making sure to leave ample space between you two.

Yelena speaks first, “So, how’d we do?”

“Not bad. Definitely gonna need more than a few hours to sort it out.” You could see him in the starting stage of shutting down from, you think, disappointment, so you make an effort to give Bob some faith in himself, “You did good Bob, really. I definitely think we made progress in there!”

And then Yelena states, “He’s all packed and everything already! I’ll go get his stuff.” And she’s gone.

You huff out a laugh, “How did she know?”

For the first time since coming to, Bob grins, “She uh, spends a lot of time with me? And she seemed to know you pretty well so I guess she just knew?”

“Hm. Yeah. Those black widows are usually 5 steps ahead, anyway. No need to waste my brain power tryna figure her out.” You pause for a few seconds, getting up off the couch and making your way to the kitchen, “Well, is there anything you want from the grocery store? I gotta hit it today anyway.”

Bob’s eyes have gone wide, trying to follow your movements without actually getting up and following you, “Can I maybe go with you? I eat whatever, but I’d like teddy grahams, and the team thinks I should be supervised at all times.”

You huff a laugh that ends up curling your face into a small smile, “Oh. Yeah man, I don’t really care. I'm a peruser though, you up for that?”

Bob gives you a sheepish smile back while fiddling with his fingers, “I haven’t really had time to peruse before. But I’ll give it a go!”

#bob reynolds #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x you #bob reynolds imagine #robert reynolds #Robert reynolds x reader #robert reynolds imagine #slowburn #Marvel #Thunderbolts #yelena belova

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memoirofasparklemuff1n · 5 months ago

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omg just read ur long sleeves fix it was sSOOOO GOOD! if u write part 2 i will be tuned in & reading ☝️☝️

i miss you, i'm sorry- r.c. x reader

part 2 of long sleeves!!!

OMGG IM SOO GLAD YOU LIKED IT <3

warnings: swearing angst (?) mention of drugs, rehab, and reader is so fucking codependent, like girl?? anyway, this is horrible y’all i cannot for the life of me write a happy ending so i tried my best 😞 can you tell i’m depressed LMAOOO? YALL SHES DEPRESSED TOO 😔 but seriously if i could make it happier hmu, i won’t get mad i promise. i’m new at this whole writing thing 🤠 not proofread cuz i wanted to post this already so tell me if there are big mistakes and my first language isn’t english so sorry if there are errors

disclaimer: the reader's depression is based on my own experiences, everybody is different and what i might go through isn't the same as what another person goes through. with that said, if you find any of these topics triggering, i understand! so, please always take care of yourself <3

ps: sorry this took so long, i've just been busy with school and my dad has been sick for a few days now so i haven't had time.

I'M ALSO HALFWAY DONE THROUGH THE FLASHBACKS FOR NO BODY, NO CRIME. i just haven't had the time fml. hopefully tomorrow 🤞. ok enough whining and into the story 🥁

want it, so i got it, did it, so it's done

making the bed started playing and the first line felt like a punch to the gut. i hated when life kicked you when you were already down.

i quickly changed to a cheery workout playlist that felt more mocking, in a sense, but decided it was better to not relate to the lyrics than listening to my despair sing back to me.

after that day in tannyhill, i'd decided to start running at night. in a silly way i thought that maybe running would burn away my pain in a healthy way. though how healthy running on barely any sleep, with nothing but depressive thoughts in my brain, was beyond me.

still, at least this way i felt like i was doing something. that i was taking action instead of moping. that doesn't make any sense. ugh, shut the fuck up. i really didn't know whose side i was on half the time.

the night sky was clear, making the stars wink at me as if they knew something i didn't. the sea breeze caressed my face, combing its fingers through my hair and drying away my tears.

running equated crying but by the time i got home i would be so exhausted that i couldn't even think. which was, of course, the ultimate goal. not think of him.

six months had passed and it didn't hurt any less. on the contrary, all i could think was how i'd abandoned him. probably when he needed me the most. two weeks after our breakup, sarah called me to tell me that rafe was terribly sick and they were taking him to the hospital. i'd debated whether i should tell her what had happened but she then said that she was aware of the situation and that i shouldn't go see him. she was only letting me know and, in a way, it felt like she was blaming me.

that was the last time i had contact with the camerons, town gossip and my mother becoming the only ties left between us. he'd gone to rehab and was apparently taking better care of himself, his family supporting him every step of the way.

fucking hypocrites. ward never cared when i told him about his son's addiction, instead saying that i should keep quiet, that everything would be okay. rose only cared about new shopping places to spend the family's money. sarah had started spending time with her new boyfriend and barely came home and wheezie was far too young.

so that left me. it had always been me, but when word got out of how bad rafe he was, they then played the card of ignorance and became the holy family.

i took a deep breath and slowed down to a jog, unaware of where the fuck i was. i looked at my surroundings for the first time and of course, i was in front of tannyhill. the gates were close but i could hear muffled voices on the other side. stepping closer to listen like the eavesdropper i was.

i looked through the bars of the gate, only to see him or well his back. he was with ward, who was lowering another suitcase to the ground. i frowned but i then heard his voice saying my name.

Ward turned his head sharply in his direction, "you are not seeing her again, alright? she's the one that got you into this mess in the first place." oh so the asshole blamed me.

he turned to face his dad and i gasped. his hair was buzzed and he looked older, healthier. he looked good but i couldn't help but feel like this was a different person entirely. i felt a slight pang in my chest because i'd been the one who had insisted on him leaving his hair longer and now he'd erased that too.

his voice interrumpted my thoughts, "dad, that is not true and you know it." why was he defending me? in a way what ward said was true. i'd left him alone that night.

his father stepped closer to him and put his hands on his son’s shoulders, “son, trust me when I tell you that it is best for you to stay away from her. don’t set yourself up for disappointment. We know where that led you.” Ward then kissed his forehead like one did to a child in a condescending manner.

Ward then picked up the suitcases left and turned to enter the house, leaving him standing there with a strange expression on his face. He lifted his gaze and somehow found mine, like they always did. I’d forgotten how we always sensed the other, no matter how much time had passed. My heartbeat sped up, causing me to quickly turn around and ran away from him as fast as I could.

“He is such a good father to those kids, especially Rafe.” Vanessa, my mother’s friend said, swooning over ward. Like god, he’s married, get a life.

Either way it seemed like every corner of this island is haunted. Ever since he’d come back as a stellar young man, all the women at the country club started obsessing over him, but more so his father. They practically held him as a saint and it only made my blood boil.

I felt my mothers gaze on me when his name was mentioned, noting the way I flinched and seemed particularly interested in the half eaten strawberries on my plate. They continued to chatter, causing me to tune them out and look at my surroundings for a distraction. Big mistake.

The doors had opened as if on cue, and there he was with a new found confidence that was unfamiliar to me. Before I could look away his eyes found mine, quieting everything around me, dèjá vu flooding my body. We looked at each other for what seemed an eternity until ward came up behind him, clapping his hand on his shoulder to turn him away from me. The colder version of his son’s eyes bore into mine in a warning. Stay away from him.

I looked back down at my plate no longer interested in my food. My eyes welled up and I knew that if i stayed a minute longer on this table I would start sobbing or worse.

“Mom? I’m not feeling well so I’m going home,” my voice quiet in her ear and she realized what I meant.

She nodded, “take the car, ok?”

“It’s ok, I can walk home.” I needed to clear my head and driving wasn’t the best idea.

“Are you sure?” The concern in her eyes made my heart wrench.

“I’m sure, mom. Thanks.” I stood up and voicing my goodbyes, leaving the club as fast as I could.

The sun was out and the sky was clear of clouds, a stark contrast of how I felt inside. I walked down the path, golf carts filled with kooks passing me by. All of them chattering about the next party or newest deal they had closed.

I kept walking and walking until I reached the boardwalk, which was thankfully empty. I sat down on the edge, swinging my feet over the water with the girl staring back at me and somehow looked as if she was drowning.

The wind carried the sound of footsteps behind me, my body tensing as his perfume arriving along with his shadow looming over me. The drowning girl hid away, leaving me alone. I almost begged her to take me with her.

“Why do you always run away?” my heart sank and then restarted when I heard his voice. For the first time in months, I heard the world clearly again. I hadn’t realized the power it had over me. Didn’t you?

Who was I kidding? He would always be my favorite person, everything about me was shaped by him. My favorite color was blue, my favorite smell was his cologne, my favorite taste were his lips, my favorite sound in the world was his voice, his body my favorite thing to touch. But most of all, his soul.

I took a deep breath before lifting my gaze to his. The knot on my throat made it hard to speak, “Who said I was running away?”

He scoffed before sitting down next to me. “I know you. Or at least I thought I did.” His tone sounded reproachful, his eyes searching my face. this time i really looked at him, gone were his red, glassy eyes, the gauntness of his cheeks but most importantly, the anger that had felt permanently etched into his features every time he looked at me.

the buzz cut now made his features more prominent, his body was stronger and not as skinny as when he’d been living off cocaine and god knew what else.

he looked more like the rafe i’d met forever ago, but there was still something that wasn’t quite there. his innocence. which wasn’t the one of a child, but more so the type of innocence that comes with ignorance. the type where you think you can get away with anything and that bad things only happen to somebody else, but never to you. no matter how bad you behave, you genuinely believed there would be no consequences.

and the boy in front of me knew how untrue that belief was.

“rafe, i—” the knot on my throat became worse, preventing me from talking further. great, now here come the waterworks!

i turned my face away so he couldn’t see my tears but it was too late.

he took hold of my face, “look at me.”

i tried to jerk away but it was no use. i had no other choice but to cry silently while he judged me.

“im going to talk and you’re going to listen, understood?” his voice now held a tone of authority i’d never heard before.

that’s kinda hot. dude, now is not the time.

i nodded because what the fuck was i supposed to do?

he turned so both of his hands held my face now. then he did something i wasn’t expecting, he leaned in and kissed my forehead for what felt like an eternity.

when he pulled away his gaze held mine, with a force stronger than any physical restraint i could possibly be held in.

the tears were flowing freely so i probably looked like a drowned cat at the moment.

“im not mad at you, ok? i hope you know that i never asked for you to not visit me. i know it was my dad that didn’t want you near me, but i swear that the only person i ever wanted by my side was you.

“i won’t deny that i was furious when you left me that night. i only got worse because i didn’t have anyone to stop me, or at least try to. i felt like you were the last person that still believed in me, who would always be beside me. and i took you for granted.” his words felt like a knife through my heart. i abandoned him.

“rafe, im sorry. i shouldn’t have left you like that. not when you needed me the most.” my words barely made sense but he somehow understood. he always did.

“no. you did the right thing. i hurt you, i told you that i hated you. when all you’d ever done for me was love me. i’m sorry, ok? if you hadn’t left then maybe i wouldn’t have gotten help.” he lowered his hands to his lap, my face burning where they had been resting.

“i know you tried to help me. that you talked to my dad about how i was and i know that he dismissed you. he only took me to the hospital because i overdosed and he didn’t want the island to know how ward cameron’s perfect son was a drug addict.” he laughed in a humorless manner, “hell, he even paid everyone at the hospital to keep quiet. that didn’t help much, frankly. gossip always finds its way.”

i wanted to say something but i could tell he wasn’t done so i waited until he felt ready.

this time his voice was hoarse, making me realize he wanted to cry too. i couldn’t take it anymore because nothing could hurt me more than seeing him in pain.

“rafe?” i murmured. he looked up with a broken expression causing me to wrap my arms around him. i felt him tense for a second before he hugged me back tightly.

my shirt got wet with our tears and we clung onto each other like a lifeline, with rafe repeating my name like a mantra. after a while, we pulled away and he held my face between his hands like before, only this time much gentler.

“i miss you, im sorry.”

“i miss you too, rafe.” i fell back into him, resting my head on his shoulder. we sat silently for a while before he spoke.

“can we at least be friends?” the question caught me by surprise.

“you’ve always been my best friend, rafe. but again i’m sorry for not being there, i should’ve done more.”

“no, you couldn’t have. it was the way things were supposed to be.”

he played with my hair like he used to, “you’ve always been my best friend too, kid.”

i punched him playfully at the name, making him chuckle. i pulled back to see his face and i wiped away the few tears that were left with my hand. he fell silent, leaning into my touch, “i love you, you know? not being close to you drove me insane. and it makes me so happy to see that you are healthy, at least physically.

“i want to help you in any way that i can and i want to be there from now on, if—“ his lips crushing onto mine cut me off before i could finish. his hands were in my hair, holding me in place as if afraid i’d run away again.

only i knew i wouldn’t. not this time. he groaned when i bit his lower lip, softly. he ran his tongue along mine before i let him in. i sighed into the kiss and pulled him impossibly closer. our lips explained more than any words that came out of them ever could. i separated from him to breathe and he only kept kissing my cheeks, jaw, neck until he reached my collarbone where he rested his head with quick, short breaths.

“i love you too,” he said. i touched his hair and ran my fingers over the short strands.

“i like your hair, by the way,” i murmured.

he laughed, pulling back. “really? i got it because i thought you would hate it.”

i rolled my eyes, “are you serious? either way, you look good with any haircut.”

“i wasn’t exactly planning on this to go like this. in my head, i was going to confront you and tell you all the ways i’d been miserable but that went away when i saw you that night by my house.”

“oh.”

he chuckled, “yeah. oh. anyway, i was telling my dad how i was going to ask why you never visited me and that’s why he said what you heard.

“i then realized it had been him and as if life liked playing tricks on me, there you were at the gate with a sad expression. yet before i could say anything you left running. i wanted to go after you but my dad called me inside and i didn’t want a fight that night. so i waited until i saw you today and when i was going to ask you to talk to me, again my dad came along. but then i saw you leave and i figured it was now or never, so i excused myself and he was so busy talking to the others at the table that he didn’t notice.”

i scoffed, “well, i’m guessing he noticed by now.”

he laughed, “yeah.”

we fell silent but i still had one more thing to ask, “how did you know i was here?” though i think i already knew the answer, after all i hadn’t exactly been surprised when he came. more like a sense of having your intuition confirmed.

“remember the night we met? i was alone and drunk, saying i was going for a night swim when i saw you sitting here alone. which should’ve alerted me that you were a weirdo but between your beauty and the alcohol, those thoughts went to shit.”

i blushed slightly, “i’m not a weirdo, jackass. i’d had a rough night.”

“i know, kid. i’m just messing with you and besides, i might’ve drowned that night if you hadn’t been here,” he smiled fondly but a bit sad as well.

“so, that makes me your knight in shining armor?” i grinned.

he scowled in mock annoyance, “how dare you mock a damsel in distress?”

i chuckled and felt a heavy weight lift off my chest. i felt lighter than i had in a while, and all because of him.

“my apologies, dear.”

he took my hand with a smile and brought it to his lips for a kiss, before placing it against his cheek.

“but to answer your question, we always find each other,” his words sinking in. that was true. we always did as if there was some invisible string tying him to me.

“you’re right. although you’re still not beating the stalker allegations,” i teased.

“ugh shut up, it was one time!” he groaned.

i burst out laughing, “you followed me for a whole day! that’s some stalker behavior type shit.”

“c’mon, kid. i wanted to give you your bracelet back and i didn’t know where you lived,” his eyes widening in a too innocent way which caused me to narrow mine.

“a bracelet that wasn’t even mine. plus you could’ve just given it to me when you first saw me,” i crossed my arms in front of my chest with a raised brow.

“oh c’mon, but where’s the fun in that?”

i pushed his shoulder, playfully only for him to laugh and hug me.

“i really just wanted to know if you were with someone else, so i wouldn’t make a fool of myself.” he whispered in my ear.

“you could’ve just asked,” i rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me.

“i wanted to be cool about it, ok? i had a reputation to maintain,” he joked but i knew he was a little serious. he’d been the epitome of a rich, arrogant, country club boy.

“i thought you were such an asshole.” who the fuck wears shades inside of a convenience store? you guessed it: rafe cameron.

he gasped in mock surprise, “you’re just saying that because you had the hots for me.”

“pfft, sure buddy. i think you’re projecting a little,” i laughed.

“i never said i didnt,” this time his tone was a little too serious making my heart beat faster.

“can we try this again?” he asked shyly.

i pondered for a moment before answering, “yes, but i want you to let me help you this time, ok?”

he moved his head to look me in the eye, “i promise.”

“ok, but wait. what about your father?” i’d somehow forgotten how he hated me now. or maybe always had.

“what about him? i’m an adult, i can make my own decisions. besides it’s none of his business. he’s the one that got us here in the first place.” his tone was now angry, which was rare when he spoke of his father. it was usually filled with frustration and sadness when it came to him. and i knew how important his father’s approval was to him.

“rafe, i don’t know. he’s still your father and i don’t want to come between you two,” i lowered my eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears threatening to spill.

he was silent for a moment before lifting my chin with his finger, frowning when he noticed my expression.

“you’re the love of my life. i’m not losing you again, ok? he’ll have to understand and i will talk to him. i’ll tell him how things really went down. plus, he isn’t innocent in any of this either.”

pursing my lips, i nodded. “ok” i didn’t really believe ward would be capable of changing his mind, but if it made rafe happy then i would try and compromise.

rafe searched for my eyes with a soft smile, “i love you.”

i returned the smile, “i love you too.”

he then got up to his feet, reaching his hand down to help me stand. after a few more kisses and a hug, he took me to his truck. we drove around with no particular destination in mind but with the sole purpose of being by ourselves without prying eyes and judging remarks.

i hoped deep down that i wasn’t making a mistake and that everything would be ok.

and as if on cue, “everything is going to be ok.” i turned my head in surprise at his words.

“don’t act so shocked, kid. i know you better than i know myself.” he then lifted my hand again and kissed it like he’d done on the boardwalk.

i chuckled and leaned my head back, closing my eyes. with the windows down, the ocean breeze, his hand drawing circles on the back of mine, and the soft music playing, i felt myself float away.

“sleep, angel. i love you.”

and then i woke up.

JK JK IT’S NOT A DREAM.

or is it? HEHEHEHEHE

ALSO WHY IS SHE SO CODEPENDENT??? LIKE GIRL STAND UP (says the one who wrote her 👯‍♀️)

anywayyyy, if you made it this far THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU!!!

please feel free to write comments or whatever, i love talking to you all 💞

and if you liked this check out my other stories!!

im currently writing a murder mystery kind of story and i only have two chapters for now, but i will make flashbacks with like text messages and diary entries and stuff. i’m trying to make it as if the reader is part of the investigation (I HOPE IM DOING A GOOD JOB) and i already have how i want the story to end but writing it is the hard part. like how long do i make it?? i don’t want to rush it but i really want to finish it because the characters take a mind of their own when i write. does that make sense? prob not lol

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illubean · 1 year ago

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This is going to sound really stupid but can u write kurapika, leorio, chrollo and feitan with an s/o who's getting a piercing but is truly and honest to God afraid of needles/getting piercings. I'm getting my septum done in 2 weeks and I'm actually shitting myself, send help💀

HXH with a S/o Scared of Needles/Piercings

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Porter Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

haha I was the same way after getting my septum! I was cussing really bad and told my friend I hate her (which obvi isnt true) but honestly the initial poke doesn't hurt too bad a tip is just to close your eyes and the adrenaline actually makes it hurt less :D

Warnings: mentions of needles

Kurapika Kurta

"If you're scared of needles then just don't get the piercing"

ugh Kurapika you don't understand fear/pain is temporary swag is forever

he is so genuinely confused at why you're still adamant to get a piercing even though you're scared

he'd go with you as moral support though

he holds your hand and gently caresses it

after seeing the needle go through you his face scrunches up and he cringes a little

he's not afraid of needles but jeez that looked like it hurt

he listens to the piercer's aftercare instructions very carefully and makes sure you follow them

he probably keeps special wipes on him just in case you ever need to clean your piercing

10/10 probably the best person you could've asked to come with you

Leorio Paladaknight

he's more afraid than you are

which is weird considering he wants to be a doctor

but there's just something about piercing needles specifically that make him squeamish

if you ask him to go with you he will but he's going to be freaking out

the piercer probably looks at him like "...seriously?"

its a miracle he wasn't kicked out

HE'S the one gripping your hand like his life depends on it

and honestly? him freaking out so hard probably puts you at some sort of ease

like damn someone has to be the levelheaded one

he's holding your hand but he has to face away from you because if he doesn't he might actually pass out

he's such a big baby... but he will always be there for you when you need it <33

Chrollo Lucilfer

like Kurapika he doesn't understand why you're going to get a piercing if you're so scared but he wont say anything

would he go with you to get it done? yeah but I feel like he'd also offer to do it himself

he has no clue what he's doing so uh if you trust him to do it and he fucks up thats on you

two youtube videos and a wikihow article later and he's prepping to pierce you

and he actually does a pretty good job

he talks you through the whole thing and with how distracted you were by him you barely felt it

he's another one who makes sure you keep up with the aftercare

you saved money and it didn't even hurt all that bad so that was an absolute win

Feitan Porter

he's going to laugh at you

he thinks your fear of needles is silly compared to all the shit the troupe does

he's also probably the one piercing you, why waste money at a shop if he can do it for you?

he can't really offer you much considering his hands are occupied

but if you really need to he'll let you grip onto his thigh or something

"Wait! Can you at least give me a countdown!?" "One" and he's already pierced you

see, it wasn't that bad look how quick it was

if you complain after about how his countdown wasn't long enough or how much it hurt Feitan is going to kiss you to shut you up <3

"It wasn't even bad, get over it"

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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hii could u do hcs for eyeless jack,laughing jack and puppeteer with a reader that celebrates their birthday but nobody remember abt it? like would they comfort the reader? (this is my first time requesting so sorry if it’s weird or anything… and u dont have to do it if u feel uncomfortable by this request ofc!)

Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Puppeteer comforting the reader after their birthday is forgotten

Long title but I couldn't think of anyway to shorten it hisshiss GROWLS!! Also you're all good anon!! Not a weird request at all!

Notes: reader is GN, reader is implied to be a normal person who isnt a creepypasta/killer

CWs: none

EYELESS JACK

birthdays dont mean much to him, he personally doesnt celebrate his birthday- in fact he stopped celebrating it long before he began eating human flesh... definitely the cynical "its just marks a year closer to death" people

that being said he knows it means a lot to you, so when you come home crushed because all of your friends and family forgot or simply brushed it aside, he makes an effort to try to celebrate it with you

decent cook and an okay baker, but i can see him being a pro at making those single serve mug cakes so hes going to make that for you- easy to make in a pinch as well as saving on food waste since youre the only one who can eat it between the two of you

tries not to bad talk those who forgot your day, but you can tell in his face thats hes got some not nice things swimming around in his head

birthdays arent a big deal to him but hes willing to make an effort for you because it means something to you

LAUGHING JACK

you come home to a surprise party! how could he forget your day? he's even- hey hey why are you crying? do you not like surprise parties?

oh he is furious when he finds out everyone overlooked and forgot you today, you might have to stop him from doing something drastic- hes still got some of his whimsy, he still deems birthdays worth celebrating and he takes them fairly seriously

instantly kicking into overdrive trying to cheer you up and getting your mind off of everyone else- clearly they dont care enough, and hes more than enough to keep you company! and hes not afraid to voice his thoughts on that!

tried to make you a cake... its... not the best... hardly resembles a cake but he tried his best! you... might have more luck with chowing down on his candies...

oh he definitely puts one of those birthday hats on the both of you! you get the larger sparklier one!

PUPPETEER

like eyeless jack, birthdays are hardly worth celebrating in his opinion... though his tune quickly changed when you decided to throw a small party for him as a "make up" for missing his birthday- whenever that is hes not sure

but hes not much of a planner... and hes hardly a comforter... so you coming home in near tears throws him for a bit of a loop- but hes already saying exactly what you need to hear in order to draw out what happened... everyones forgotten?

similar to laughing jack he voices his thoughts that those who forgot clearly arent worth your time- whether or not thats a fair or true thing to say is debatable

small celebration due to the short notice but its something! puts something together at home while you go out to pick up your desired treat

you come back to your home slightly decorated, its no party but its still something! hes even taken out some stuff and set up the means to partake in some of your favorite activities!

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yippeeometer · 8 months ago

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here are some ships i believe in with my life with the full intent of pss pss pssing my fellow swashbucklers into my comments :D

NH/VT/ME. hammy monty and maine. not only do i think they match each others freak i think they actively make it worse. theyre the definition of new england gothic not in the sense that theyre trying to haunt people but in that they own lighthouses and like to stand in big empty fields freaking out the locals. also they dont come seperately im afraid monty IS inside maine's sweater during ur meeting

WY/MT. oh my god my wife is a bitch and i love her. my wife is a bitch and shes mean to me and im thinking of throwing myself into a volcano to see if theres any nice rocks i can get her. wy has the kind of social anxiety where he hasn't seen anyone in 6 months bc hes afraid to leave the house but he has to be physically glued to montana to not commit violence.

UT/CO/NM/AZ. my four corners you are soooooooo precious to me i cant believe it. theyre the warmest cuddle pile u can imagine. theyre hatting each other w sticks. theyre a one star rated tribute act. theyre the couple fighting in the dairy isle. theyre having dangerous sex to the soundtrack of paddington 2. theyre everything.

PA/MA. theyre just serving toxic codependent loserhood. they trauma bonded once when they were 17 and thats it since. theyre sooooo disgustingly meant for each other that youre begging them to just split off from the country bc getting a room just isnt enough atp.

WA/OR. breaking news the two worst people you know have found each other and have only enhanced the things about them you hate. they hate to see two bitches serving cunt but unfortunately, these hags are fused together and they'll stay that way to spite you. they publicly divorce 8 billion times a week but ore is caught multiple times gossiping to his husband in morse code when phones are eventually banned from the table.

NY/NJ i can't explain this one anymore than its just the most down bad behavior youve ever seen subtley disguised by the age old excuse of 'its just satire'. mans staring at ur ass in the meeting talking ab 'oh its for the bit'. im just saying ik you two like to fight but does he really need to straddle you to get a punch in.

IL/NV okay yeah it started off as a joke but like. the two scariest little freaks trying to out mafia each other. nevada blushing kicking his feet as illi sends his fourth hitman of the week bc nv was flirting w everyone and their mama to get back at him. utah looks at him with a mixture of confusion and dispear.

#wttt #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt headcanons #wttt texas #wttt new york #wttt pennsylvania #wttt california #wttt massachusetts #wttt colorado

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plurpaws · 1 month ago

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how do u find all ur samples!? how do u write music so fast its literally called speedcore!? do u click with your mouse in a MIDI synthesizer!?!?!?!?!? its a rlly cool genre but not only do i hage... uh.. like no musical exp... but i also have no idea where people get all their samples.

Ive downloaded polyphone already so i can just Make soundfonts once i have enough samples

I find a lot of samples either by friends sharing them/recommending them or by searching "(genre) sample pack" online and pirating the ones that cost money (if there's a torrent available) or just downloading all the free ones. I honestly haven't gotten new samples in a while so I don't have the best tips >_< but this should get you Somewhere, at least. Sometimes artists I like also put out sample packs and I like getting those when I can! Fun to play with!

If you just mean samples as in other music or funny bits I have sampled in my music, I don't really have specific advice for finding those, I just tend to sample things I like the sound of or things that make me laugh (like all the meme samples I have sprinkled in my music)

As for writing music/speedcore... I can't tell you everything because I'm not really a great teacher/I'm bad at explaining things, but I can try to explain some basics?

Speedcore is typically classified as 300+ BPM, but I honestly never really make my tracks more than 260BPM. I compensate by doubling or quadrupling or whatever-ing my notes constantly, like so:

When I make kickpatterns I tend to go "in between the lines" where the notes are so small/fast that many of them can fit in between two lines of the grid... like how there are 4 in one cell below. Ableton has a really neat tool for this (as well as other handy MIDI manipulation tools) that allows you to chop a note into as many parts as you want very quickly, (but as you can see when zoomed in I did this by hand because I hadn't found out about that feature yet >_>)

But yeah, a big part of speedcore is the kick pattern(s). It can be as crazy or as uniform as you like, I tend to go either way, just as long as it sounds good to me :) For general structure, try listening to other speedcore artists and really listen closely for variations in the pattern.

Other parts I typically like to include in any speedcore-esque thing I make is a breakbeat/amen break, usually some sort of melody(? is that the right word), any additional percussion, and, optionally, whatever sample(s) you want to include.

Obviously this isn't all there is to it... you still need general knowledge of whatever software you're working in, which is best learned by just sitting down and watching a long, boring tutorial (try to pause and follow along/copy what they're doing, because just watching it and not trying it is like... information just goes in one ear and out the other without you actually understanding it... at least in my experience). It sounds pretty painful, I know, and figuring it out all on your own IS an option, but you might be a lot less frustrated if you just sit down & take the time to listen & learn...

There are also tutorials/guides for specific genres out there, and I'm very sure there are probably some helpful speedcore ones that go into way more detail than I did here.

I have a WIP page on my website that talks a bit about music-making, but again it's very WIP and there's a lot of information missing...it might be a little helpful though

If you have any other questions feel free to ask, I tried to keep this short but kinda failed and I feel like I'm definitely forgetting a lot of things anyway... >_>

#asks

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I dunno why but I feel like Gepard can handle liquor. Like Sampo has the gift of bein smart knowin his limits and what to drink and when, so he gives off the vibe of being able to handle a lot but he's not that heavyweight. He's jus big brain conman XD. Get enough in him n he'll go down like the rest.

But Geppie. Man's sippin vodka from the bottle and not even slurrin his words. When he was a trainee the older guards decided to prank him with a glass of absinthe n called it a weak alcohol only for him to get halfway and not even bat an eye, only stopped cuz it tasted like ass. Dude takes the path of preservation seriously. Even his liver is beyond destruction XD.

Which is why I find two situations very freakin funny, which I'd love your opinion on:

1) Sampo starts up a drinking competition with him. It's on one of his guardian mandated holidays, so Gepard doesn't have to be responsible, and Dove 3 in 1 won't leave him alone anyway, so he agrees. Partway thru Sampo realises he's losin but Gep insists on gettin the drinks so he can't even cheat his way to victory. Cue Gep having to drag a very drunk, incredibly flirty Sampo back to Natasha but he keeps running off. Even being drunk doesn't stop him from havin smoke bombs up the wazoo.

2) Sampo manages to cheat, scheme, girlboss his way to victory. He comes out on top but now has the problem of an incredibly drunk, dangerously curious Silvermane Captain who won't stop flooding him with the oddest of questions. "Why are your eyes so green? Is your hair natural? What happened to the rest of your shirt? Do you really enjoy crime or is it jus something you fell into?" Whi- okay that one was oddly specific and he doesn't have the capacity, as tispy as he is, to answer.

He really needs to get him back home, before he asks the wrong person the wrong question, but isn't cognitive enough to face being questioned by Bronya and would sooner die than face Serval. So he opts into takin him to one of his more obvious hideouts which poses 10 million problems in and of itself when he keeps freakin touching everything!

ANON YOURE RIGHT YOURE A FUCKING. GENIUS. I been thinkin bout this A LOT ACTUALLY prob cuz for some reason fandom seems to lean towards gepard bein a horrific lightweight (i mean i know Why the lightweight trope is very much seen as 'cute' and childlike n whatever but i digress). But tbhtbhtbh i agree w u 100% like.

Gepard is a Tank of a Man. Homie can handle anything. Mfer the living embodiment of preservation like dude could be like 'serval this drink sucks' and hes gulping down perfume, unaffected. Dudes prob ate weird shit out on the front lines n questionable rations. The stuff in his fridge is expired n hes jus shrugging and eating it anyways.

I think w sampo its like. He SEEMS like he can handle his liquor. And hes not bad w it. But hes an Actor. Mfer could be plastered and you wouldnt know. Dude could convince a breathalyzer that hes only a Little Tipsy. But theres a threshold for him where he jus Caves at some points. Like u said tho man is Always competent w bombs. Like drunken boxing but w daggers dude could be blown over by a gentle breeze but still kicks ass.

I imagine that gepard doesnt Usually drink in that he jus. Doesnt care much. But absolutely his drink of choice is the hard shit. He jus has whiskey w ice or vodka w tonic water like a freak. Maybe a white russian if hes feelin zesty. When his guards convince him to go to the bar n challenge him to take shots he shrugs n jus packs them back no big deal.

But oh my god like. The 2nd scenario. I imagine it in order like first sampo realizing gepard has an Inhuman tolerance n making it his missiom to get the good ol captain fucked up. N it takes a while but like. Gepard jus gets more... blunt. But in a strange soft questioning way where he asks the things he wonders bout but never says aloud. The kinda soul reads like 'sampo youre a criminal not because you need to be but because you enjoy the thrill and attention right?' N sampo is just like holy fuck. But its like his inhibitions are gone and hes so Curious about everything and everything. He hangs onto sampos every word n it drives sampo crazy

#alcohol mention #sampard #anon im holding you. we r holding hands.#i like gep being a sturdy lad. like. a tank. nothing shakes him. someone tries to poison him but he doesnt notice #getting stabbed is a mild inconvenience ok. all the silvermanes get food poisoning from the cafeteria food one day except him.#except wine fucks him up a lil quicker #who knows why bsbsvdjddh #anon #ANOTHER ALTERNATIVE: gepard is the 'can i have a sip of your water?' 'its not water' 'what' 'its vodka'

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harrowedknight · 1 year ago

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OC info and lore m’lord? Brave knight… please they’re both so handsome… I’d take Hancock in a knife fight for just one date fr…. Bleeding on the concrete outside kle0s shop rn….

Omg,,, thank u for the ask, I’ll take this as an opportunity to introduce all of my fellas since i have multiple saves/ocs for fallout 4. Right now they’re all in separate aus but I wanna connect them, I just haven’t decided who I want to be the sosu yet, if i even want one at all.

Starting with Ranger, my newest character. He’s the charismatic leader of the Minutemen. He likes making light of every situation, but he knows when to take things seriously. He just puts on a laidback attitude so he appears less intimidating. He’s trying very hard to make the commonwealth safer, but he has some doubts and insecurities about his position, which he bottles up and keeps to himself. He wants to be the person that everyone can rely on and look up to, even if that means putting his own problems aside to appear put-together and strong. He’s the one I draw Edward Deegan with, and I wanna do more with the two of them since I love me some eldritch horror vibes. I imagine Ranger and Edward go on relic hunts for Jack Cabot after their questline, getting into hijinks and fun spooky, horrifyingly traumatic adventures. Maybe kissing along the way. Who knows.

Knight on the other hand, is an anxious, paranoid little glorbo; and I say this while he stands at like 6’4”, he’s BIG, the tallest of all of my guys. He’s got severe PTSD and he really doesn’t like living in the apocalypse. He had a wife! They were in a queer platonic relationship; they got married for the benefits but they’re both gay. He’s devastated after losing her, since she was his best friend. He has a very hard time adjusting to the new commonwealth, he barely scrapes by, has to force himself to function because everything reminds him of war and suffering. He eventually stumbles into Goodneighbor, gets hooked on chems to distract himself from bad memories, meets Hancock one bad night and ends up getting drunk/rambling to the poor ghoul. They end up hitting it off despite the ridiculous introduction. Hancock manages to ground Knight, gives him a purpose again; helping good people, and hurting bad people. Knight travels the commonwealth doing odd jobs, trying to do what he can, even joins up with the Railroad to help out the Synths. Just trying to make up for all the time he’d lost, doing what he thinks would’ve made his best friend proud.

Now for Paladin. Yes, he is named Paladin, and yes, he WAS Paladin Paladin before being promoted to Sentinel. It’s probably obvious by now that I have a Dnd/medieval theme for my character’s names. Anyway, Paladin here is— of course— a part of the Brotherhood of Steel. I made him to be a big dickhead because I don’t play mean characters in video games enough. Unlike my other sosus he’s actually thriving in the apocalypse. Before being frozen he was very dissatisfied/disconnected with the ordinary life he was trying to live, he felt like a husk of himself and he couldn’t understand why. After waking up and being met with a destroyed world, his soldier mentality immediately kicked in again. He adapted fast, and when he learns about the Brotherhood and its US military-esc operations he quickly latches onto it. It’s familiar to him, and he excels at his duties. He rises through the ranks quickly, earning his place as Sentinel and developing a massive ego along the way. The Brotherhood makes him feel powerful, and that sort of becomes an addiction of sorts. He just wants more and more power, he wants to be respected; and if not respected, feared.

And as a bonus unrelated to fallout 4,

This is Monty, aka Montague. He’s a prewar ghoul living in the Canadian territories, or Little America as it’s referred to in the Fallout universe. He was a proud mountie back before Canada was annexed, kept his uniform in a locked safe for years. When the bombs fell and he was ghoulified, he pulled it out and dedicated himself to helping those who get lost in the nuclear winter. I’m still learning things about Fallout lore so idk how Canada is depicted after the bombs in canon, but the idea I had is that Monty lives in a massive, snowy wasteland which he’s learned to navigate with a lot of hard work and dedication. He earns caps by guiding people through the tundra, since few know how to avoid all the dangers it poses.

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 year ago

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I just saw your Tim Shepard and Ponyboy post and may I please add more? Like, Tim coming over to the Curtis house just as they're getting ready to leave, giving Darry a 'I'm here. I'll look out for the kid too.' look.

Tim Shepard following the Curtis in his car, debating on how he's going to get himself a long sentence should Ponyboy be tried as an adult for manslaughter and sent to prison like Dallas had been.

Tim Shepard knowing that's two steps beyond where Curly is at and if Ponyboy was being sent to the reform then it wouldn't be half as bad, he'd have a buddy, he'd be protected.

Tim standing behind Darry, giving soft kicks to his ankles in a 'I'm still here, nudge' especially when he sees Darry freeze.

The Shepard boys lined up against the walls watching the trial. They're waiting for Tim to give a simple nod to cause ruckus and get jailed so the kid won't be in the holding cell alone.

Tim who gives a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he had been holding in when Ponyboy is free to go. Who ruffles Pony's hair affectionately, joking even "Next Soc you kill come to me, Dally is shit at hiding things. Found his blades all around town."

Darry who rolls his eyes and says "He ain't gonna be in that situation no more." But smiles back at Tim. Tim can read Darry like a book. 'Thank you' the brawny brother says with wet eyes. Tim who gives a nod before heading back to his side of town.

Darry who works a little overtime one weekend, just enough to bail Curly out so he can be with his big brother.

Just brothers looking out for one another's kid brothers and each other.

eating this up,,,,anon ily,,,

IM ADDING ON MORE CAUSE U GAVE ME EVEN MORE IDEAS :3

when pony starts talking about being drowned, tim tries comforting darry and soda in small ways, maybe like w a small pat on the shoulder and just leaving it there

before pony was supposed to go up on the stand and they were all getting ready at the house, tim came over and gave pony small tips on how to stay calm (hes been in that position quite a bit after all)

right before he goes home, he has to tell curly about the outcome of the trial, he told curly about when the trial was and knew curly wouldnt be able to sleep well if he didnt know whag was going on, he always said pony was a good kid after all

even tim and his gang had to bust out their sunday clothes so they could look good, and he told them if it was ever the time to b on their best behavior, it was today, darry doesnt deserve to worry about a ruckus being caused while his life could literally fall apart right here lmao

after the court, maybe tim joked w pony and said “how about we get that breakfast u asked me about a few days ago”(cause remember when tim was just at these niggas couch and just walked out😭) and he was one of the ppl that got pony to smile after that

gonna b honest w u, he prolly thought pony was SO fucked, so when he heard that “not guilty” verdict, he immediately looked over at darry and pat him hard as hell on the back, he was happy as hell

for a few weeks after everything, tim had some of his guys secretly looking out for pony, he knows that some socs were def upset that pony didnt get convicted and would try to hurt him

maybe tim taught pony some of his moves so he can defend himself better too, its only small moves thoigh, he knows darry wouldnt take pony learning how to full on fight like tim so kindly

tim knows darry doesnt rlly see eye to eye w curly and he gets it, but when theyre both just at the bar talking about their family, they both know how important their family is to each other and god knows in their life that family is rlly all u have, so theyd do anything to help out the other

i hate the outsiders tv show, but i love that they established that tim would look out for pony, tim and ponys relationship,,,i could talk about it 4eva,,

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #sodapop curtis

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verm1c1de · 6 months ago

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me explaining pradr to screamp

v whole rant under the cut

its a guy trying to find his ((figurative))soulmate in people who are decidedly nefur going to be that and two losers who already have their respective ((figurative))soulmate and arent looking fur anofur one and yet end up finding someone who still isnt that but nonetheless ends up being impurrtant to them despite efurrything

also hes like their little attack dog they look down on but actually he is not a dog he is like a loose coyote

with rabies

but they have fun togefur,,,,,, mewsually shallow, hedonistic fun, on the tallits end, with dip trying and occasionally succeeding to get them to have His definition of fun ((petty rivalry)), but its still nefur gonna be like zim but it does feel good to "corrupt" uppity irken leaders into playing enemy tuoys with mew

so its mostly a lot of dib suffuring but mew cant say that being attracted to dib membrane isnt its own kind of misery

though

even if not Written Down on Paper Illegal ((though itd still purrobably be like. grounds fur punishment)) its definitely a really. really. really. really. really bad look fur them

or purrhaps Looking Fucking Cringe is enough punishment,,,

ur making the empire look bad. stop it. kicks them

well,,,,,,,,,,, i dont know what the fuck reds purroblem is but he certainly clawses most of his own purroblems. hes too much of a damn enabler,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

im not sure how to phrase this next sentence theres a lot of opinions im trying to condense into compurrehendable sentences

its,,, more interesting to me to give him the Role of figurative masochist or loser or smitten or sub etc beclaws of how hes the Cool Guy the big talker the "Competent One". or maybe thats just me and my "the stereotypical top gets topped" fetish

and furankly ourp does not give me the vibes of "guy who takes these things that seriously" or "wants to have an emotional connection guy" though to purresume red is That much better would be a mistake

hes still a jerk and an irken and a tallits

wurple,,, just likes a funny little guy. hes having a laugh. its Interesting and New even if dibs rlly gross and annoying and stupid and asks too many questions and,,, well,,,,,, at least he can still bully him at the end of the day

i think trying to connect earnestly with ourp is a struggle fur anyone even red who has the advantage of Knowing Him Since Furefur

beclaws ourp dont caaaaaaare

but if they did,,,,

((they being ourp n dip))

one of dibs main traits is being purrceptive. and noticing that purp might not be as stupid as hes been letting himself be,,,

i dont think purp is Insecure about his place in life at all. i dont think he goes "waaa people think im dumb"

its more like

"aha ur smarter than u look human. but im still not doing the dishes just bcs u noticed im not actually too stupid to do them"

and dip unintentionally getting him to Try Harder and thus have more fun than just doing explosions efurry day

dib membrane is like those brain exercises mew have to do in order to keep mewrself furom brainrotting in human furm fur gay irkens ((including zim))

as fur them to him,,,,,

its complicated. hed really fuckin hate being looked down on and being treated like some jester. but him trying to break out of that role theyve set fur him will annoy them but itd also make him more Interesting, even if not in a necessarily Good way. theres a lot of things about eachofur that they just straight up hate and its hard to say when they start being intolerable to eachofur

but Eventually,,,, getting the god-empurrors of an alien empire to Like mew? even if mew hate what they stand fur, thats Gotta be some kind of ego boost,,,

maybe they can get him to lighten the fuck up just a little

and influence him in ofur, unfurtunate ways,,,,

dib finds himself accidentally being purroud of how tall he is when he mewsed to not gaf

or "murder is ok as long as its not humans"

dib can yap at them all he wants about "maybe blowing planets up is bad actually" but what can he say? he only cares about His planet. alllll hes doin is yapping and swearing how hell take down their whole empire,,, whiner

and also trying to start fights that would really look bad fur them if they took seriously at all even if just fur fun but hes REALLY annoying and punchable and tussling sounds reaaaaallyy fun and so does winning,,,

reminds them of their elite days,,,,,,,,,,,,,

ok tl;dr purple => dib: thinks hes funny and stupid and inferior and doesnt like being insulted by his bigheaddedness but likes bullying him and ocassionally bullying WITH him. hates that dib starts taking them less seriously as a threat and calling them stupit and doesnt even like getting his weaponized incompetence called out but it does make dib more interesting fur it dib => purple: dib thinks hes stupit and stops taking the tallits seriously but thinks purp specifically is soooo mean and sadistic to him and doesnt take dib seriously eifur what a bully but riling him up is funny and sometimes bullying With him feels good and getting purp to Lock In is especially fun ((and scary)). enjoys that wurple will expawsition Irken Knowledge to him just beclaws he likes being better at remembering things than red red => dib: thinks hes funny and stupid and inferior and hey wait a minute hes been listening to dib talk about ghosts fur 5 hours now surely hell stop Eventually... red tolerates dib too much even though he still definitely loves bullying him but just like zim he foolishly thinks that Maybe enabling him a little will make him less annoying,,,, it does not. red cant help accidentally taking dib seriously sometimes and engaging and talking with him on a normal level. it makes dib even more annoying to him. but actually noticing dibs purrsonality sure does make him more new and interesting to be around,,,,,,, dib => red: oh ok theyre Both stupid and not as much of a threat as hed hoped thought. but red occasionally being Competent and not treating him like an idiot sometimes makes him want to see how fur that goes. he Will make them take him seriously. dib is a Real Threat!! mew hear him!!!! likes that red will "listen" [read: zone out] to his rants and that hell play into the "hero v villain" thing more often. purrobably the furst one he bonds with as a purrson past the tallits learned vapidity. and then swiftly reminded hes still jerkish and egotistical

ok not much of a tl;dr damn

#furces mew to read my thoughts so mew too can learn to appurreciate them #admittedly im not the BEST at turning my thoughts into words let alone shortening and simplifying them but i tried #iz #invader zim #pradr #longpost #vermi.txt

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windienine · 1 year ago

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YOU. Kicks my legs like we're at a sleepover. Who was the character u were posting about in the tags.. spill..

kicking my legs back, ready to paint your nails at any time soooooo

okay i already dedicated a whole 2k word post to his partner goddess weird animal who bites him sometimes personal jester friend (?) Ysmé, so this time I'm going to spill about Loïc Ard from Soul of Sovereignty (prelude), an hour-long adult fantasy visual novel preview (< link here) that arrived on itch late last year courtesy of webcomic artist GGDG (if you're familiar with Lady of the Shard or CQ, you know their work)

So. This idiot.

look at this character design. the people hunger for men with strong cheekbones and glasses. look at the robes that attach at the fucking fingertips to draw attention to the position of his hands.

He's very soft-spoken and sweet. He knows a lot about the history of his world, as well as the biology of what lives there. He's staggeringly generous to others, even complete strangers. He's good at cooking. He knows how to sing.

He's the viewpoint character for the lion's share of the story atm, we get to look into his brain a little more often than Ysmé's for reasons that Will Become Rapidly Apparent As You Play.

Loïc is a middle-aged guy (late 30s? early 40s?) who works in an unofficial capacity at an inn in bugfuck nowhere (Tarn, a northerly village miles from anywhere else and regularly frozen solid by blizzards, with a population of Not Enough To Maintain Infrastructure), helping to cook, clean, and care for its mostly non-paying clientele, who his friend Alma, the proprietress, is allowing to stay for free. It's become a glorified sickhouse and shelter. No one is paying to stay in Tarn, but Alma can't turn her back on what she considers her hometown and Loïc can't turn his back on Alma (and he's here for other reasons too) so the inn is just kind of slowly decaying as conditions get less and less profitable. This sucks.

Especially because Tarn was built less than a century ago as an adventurers' hub for treasure hunting squads looking to uncover temples and relics right nearby, and the inn used to be full of good people and good food and fire and light and Alma wants all that back so bad it hurts and she refuses to say it's cooked and move back to the big city (in this case, the Mosaic, an ark-like vertical metropolis that housed humanity for hundreds of years after their world's apocalypse. After the outside was deemed safe again a century back, many people wanted to try and make a living documenting and salvaging stuff... but most of it turned out to be decayed, empty, and/or worthless, after so much time had passed.) The Mosaic is bright and lively, but it's a restrictive place to live for a lot of people-- cultures outside the dominant (very fantasy-Catholic) one are suppressed and the focus on making money to survive is exhausting.

But Loïc makes things a little less miserable. He's got a calm and pleasant bearing, he brightens up the place with flowers and greenery he manages to get growing even in this climate (he's a florist), and he's someone to talk to. He's witty, he's thoughtful, and he's almost a little too willing to dedicate all of his time and energy to helping people, and overall he's this mundane nice fella... with one big caveat you learn real early on.

Loïc is a mage, and a really unique sort.

The floristry bit isn't just his job or a characterization quirk, it's the whole basis of his magic. Species of flowers in this world each hold a unique concept-- fire (pallisia), calm (lavender), light (white dawn's eye), mundanity (dandelion), memory (cloud sage), you name it, there's probably some obscure botanical species that represents something in the ballpark of it. A god of language (Fayim) allegedly imbued a meaning into each, and if you can commune and reflect and experiment around hard enough to unravel the concept of one, you can turn that concept into something real.

Think of it like magical linguistics -- [correct flower] + [expressed meaning] = [physical effect], like [correct phonetics] + [contextual meaning] = [language]. You can even chain a couple of them to make a more complex spell, like turning words into compounds, phrases, and sentences, but you do have to understand what it actually means to do so. You're forming a connection to Fayim's power by talking. This burns up the flower, but Loïc's extreme dedication to botany means that he's got a regular supply of the spells he uses most often.

Loïc can hand you a golden pallisia blossom, start waxing poetic about the nature of warmth, and the firelight kept inside will radiate out and keep you comfortable even in Tarn's frigid weather. It's rare and potent stuff, doubly so because worship of Fayim is dwindling-to-nonexistent in the Mosaic, where the only faith and magic most people are familiar with at all are those revering the Builder, the creator deity who erected the Mosaic and saved humanity from the apocalypse in the first place. Everything else? False gods. Loïc himself doesn't worship Fayim or the Builder; he uses Fayimic magic but is pretty disconnected from his own background + faith in general. He's interested in the theology but doesn't use prayers in his invocation if he can help it.

Magic's not foreign to this world (most people in this world know at least a little artisanry, a more logical and physical approach to magic which lets you stitch together bespoke objects out of thin air, used heavily in both art and industry), but flower reading is a rare and dying language. Loïc's cute little flower shop back in the Mosaic was also a spell broker for people in need of small miracles. Given that the Mosaic worships a creator deity, I guess this implies that magic, generally, is something humans tap into extant divinity to borrow.

So, Loïc is holed up in Tarn studying magic and using mending spells (yellow rose) to cure people of minor injuries, but everything goes to hell when a certain sickly blonde washes up at the inn's doorstep begging for help escorting her to a nearby temple please please you gotta, she'll die from turbo tuberculosis otherwise, god (not the builder, some other guy, don't ask who) said so. Oh my gosh, you will? Thank you so muchhhhhh

[paraphrased very hard]

alma: this is definitely a scam of some kind. please just talk her out of this so she doesn't get eaten by mutant wolves.

loïc: oh for sure but you don't try for scam this obvious unless you're really desperate. idk what she even wants here, let me feel her out. i have nothing worth robbing. maybe this is a trauma thing or a money thing and i can talk to her about it.

alma: loïc, that's literally not your problem. loïc there's this weird pattern where you prioritize the hypothetical wants of strangers over your own proven needs. loïc no.

loïc: loïc yes

So, of course, it ends up coming out that Loïc is in Tarn specifically because he is a single father with a daughter named Lelia who is comatose from an unspecified illness. Her prognosis is extremely grim (low chance of survival that dwindles the longer she stays out, probably terminal.)

Specifically, he's on a hopeless little snipe hunt for a rumored species (the glass bell) that could act as a panacea for any illness, if harnessed correctly in a spell, and it might either be extinct or entirely fictitious.

He knows he can't find it alone. If it even exists, it is a needle in an impossibly massive haystack. He is consumed inside-out with a compulsive need to do something about it, and when that proves impossible, it starts spreading into a compulsive need to do something for anyone. The grief of admitting that Lia is already in a prolonged state of death would eat him alive, so if he can transfer that feeling of purpose onto anything else he can buoy himself. He is spinning his wheels because confronting the fact that he has outlived his own daughter and has to go on without her is impossible.

But like... he's dying slowly, too, in this state. Like Lia. Like Tarn. It's only a matter of time before there's nothing left of himself to give, and at the impetus of the story that's basically what he wants. There's nothing left for him.

... Unless...!!

OTHER THINGS:

would give blessings to his daughter every day before she went to school

apparently has a puppy and a kitty back home

loves lavender and sunflowers most

sometimes casts so hard he passes out

including other people and making his casting into a conversation is a quirk he does and that's just super cute

carries pictures of his daughter around in his spellbook maes hughes style

besides his suspiciously alb-and-chasuble looking mage robes, wears an apron and skirt around the house + gg regularly draws him in cute dresses. this is a known victor's weakness.

the in-game glossary has botany notes from him, usually paired with him waxing poetic about each species' meaning. this nerd shit is a known victor's weakness.

you see his general bearing and a lot of people assume he's kind of this easily-flustered anxious disaster type, but he's actually very serene and difficult to get a rise out of. he'll play along with most jokes you try to throw at him. if he does actually freak out at any point, you know something is up.

we don't know what happened between him and his ex, but there are dialogue clues that point to it being weird and messy. he's played very interestingly as far as divorcee characters go (conflict-avoidant rather than desperate for love, wants to be the better person at every opportunity), what with being a man who has primary custody of his kid (and a good relationship with her!) and taking on a position that the audience would probably identify as more motherly than fatherly, in terms of western gender roles. there's this fun contrast where he's very confident in his looks and presentation and bearing (very charismatic guy!!), but a lot of that is traditionally feminine. he's just very genderous.

(all of this tragically forgoes the meat of his special connection to ysmé, but that is the core premise of the prelude and if i got into that here it would really and truly give away the whole plot. i need you to experience her for yourself. (for ten dollar.) if you do not have ten dollar i will stream the game for you and give GG an additional ten dollar. this is a threat.)

(what i WILL say is that if you read lady of the shard, looked at the "sexualized mind control" tw beforehand and went "well now i want to read it more and not less," there is a delicious taste of that here and it once again intersects heavily with themes of control and coercion over the self, skewed power dynamics, and the emotions that arise from them.)

whatever horseshit this confluence of circumstances makes you assume he will pull, i guarantee you it is not the full picture of what actually happens.

#soulsov #brainrot #kayla i love you for asking this xoxoxo #come talk to meeeee

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calciumdeficientt · 11 months ago

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Could you do some headcanons for Gary or Trent, and my oc, Suki? Thanks if U do!

Yesss ofccccc Gary and Trent will be posted now and ill give suki her own special post ^v^

TRENT NORTHWICK & GARY SMITH HCS

GARY SMITH

Gary…. Gary Gary Gary oh how you were so so so wasted by not being in free roam. I guess if i strain i can kinda see why he wasn’t around because, naturally people would incessantly kick the shit out of him

Biggest gossiper in the school, knocks Christy out of the park. He’s really really good at starting rumours because he knows just the right amount of ludicrous bullshit that needs to be added in order to make people want to spread it, while not having it die off by making it completely and utterly bonkers.

The slouch is definitely purposeful, he thought that standing up too straight would make him look too nerdy so he defaulted to this sort of weird grinch/ dr doom pose, he pays for this decision with really bad neck and upper back cramps but he’s simply too cool for meds of any kind including pain meds. Often what he does to get a kick out of Petey is to crack his neck really close to his ear ans laugh as poor Pete squirms in discomfort.

Got stuck in the Regina George headgear/back brace combo after jimmy threw them both of the roof into crabblesnitch’s office after the final showdown. He was in the hospital for a good long while, recuperating and making up for lost time on his meds before he was carted off to happy volts

Wrote down every single aspect of his plan for total bullworth domination in excruciating detail in a notebook that he kept tucked under his mattress, the first page was entitled “GARY’S EVIL PLAN” in all caps, in a heavy metal font, in red sharpie that bled through the next few pages. He would add to it nightly, and check stuff off when he was done with it. Insanely stupid and equally, insanely funny.

Doesn’t actually talk that way, like at all, its very much an act that he uses to make himself seem all cool and mysterious. He’s only ever slipped once or twice, and then instantly got on the defensive and gaslit whoever heard him (most likely poor Pete) its commitment to the bit that most could only dream of obtaining.

Got in so much shit for his special little bullworth vest, its technically not in violation of any uniform policies, a fact that he valiantly defended against the prefects, the faculty and everyone else that questioned it until they eventually just let him off with it.

Definitely a promising young politician if they decide he’s stable enough to leave happy volts, he’s charismatic, not terrible with words, and just generally immoral. He’s the perfect politician for the modern age.

TRENT NORTHWICK

Trent Trent Trent,i know a theatre kid when i see one. Definitely big on the more modern stuff compared the the older musicals, he just prefers the style of singing a little better, he finds it more expressive. However, he’ll take west side story over hamilton any day, dont get it twisted.

He saves money as best he can and goes to voice lessons pretty regularly, as well as intermittent dance lessons. He knows to make it in Hollywood you’ve got to be a triple threat and he certainly does plan to be a triple threat when he eventually runs off into the sunset to pursue his dream of going to audition after audition until he eventually lands himself a starring role in an allergy medicine commercial

Takes pride in his appearance, every few weeks he bleaches his roots and trims his own hair. He’s the only one that knows how to do it the way he likes, and it saves a lot of money for his voice lessons

Trent is a very thoughtful friend, he acts all aloof to save face but he likes to remember the little things about his friends, birthdays, favourite foods, so on and so forth. Enough to make him look good but not enough to make it look creepy or obsessive. He’s got a reputation to uphold damn it! But also he just wants to do right by his friends

He wants to let people know that he’s a man of many emotions, that’s why acting is such a good outlet for him, its not really acting, its his true self that’s simply being read as an act

Such a big sentimentalist, Trent is a scrapbooker, he keeps everything, no matter how small or insignificant seeming, dates it and sticks it in his scrapbook. He figures once he gets some sort of neurological condition from all the head trauma he’ll be able to look back on his high school years, lovingly documented by his teenage self

He was kinda bummed when Kirby dragged him out of line during movie tickets, he was all for going to see that movie, in fact he’d already found a leaked version of it online so he could look really tough during the scary parts and maybe hold Kirby’s hand if and i mean IF the smaller jock had gotten scared. It’s not a huge deal though, after Kirby had calmed down a little, they went and threw rocks into open windows at Harrington House

Of all the kissable boys, i think Trent is hard to beat in terms of accepting his sexuality. Trent is pretty vocal about his bisexuality, and doesnt really give two shits if people are offended by it. This is a kid who really knows himself, and the Trentman never claimed to be a man of the people, he strives to be his true, authentic self as far as the parameters of a high school bully in 2006 will allow, and for that i salute him.

#bully cce #bully #bully canis canem edit #bully se #bully rockstar #bully scholarship edition #bully bullies #gary smith #trent northwick

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itadorysss · 1 month ago

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HIII OK U KNOW THE DRILL!!!! side note i feel these comments get longer every chapter

i'm glad he's starting to realize mikasa has a genuine issue with stealing and she's not just crazy (in terms of stealing. otherwise she's insane) 😭

THEYRE FALLING IN LOVE 🥹 no but eren is so real cuz like if i met mikasa and she was a little off the rails a little bit murderous one may say i would turn my head and look the other way!!

HELP HES GETTING SO ANGRY CUZ SHES WEARING JEANS FAVROITE COLOR 😭😭 THEY LITERALLY GET MORE AND MORE POSSESSIVE AND INSANE EACH CHAPTER

UH OH MORE PLOT STUFF!! i swear sometimes i get so focused on eren and mikasa i forget that there's an actual investigation going on 😅

wait who killed this dude?? they must be very very scary and powerful😰

AHHH YUMIHISU MENTIONED 😈😈 my favorite combo is yumihisu and eremika. its literally the best 2 ships ever also i love how ymir is actually relevant in this like i love ymir my girl did not get enough screen time and she isn't mentioned enough in other fics 😡😡 her and eren would totally be besties like what

mother annie is genuinely adorable 😭💞💞 i adore how protective she is over her baby. and she doesn't take any shit from armin either! you go girl!!

AND CONNIE TOO!! ugh my underrated king i love him sm

WAIT SO WE DONT KNOW IF TYBUR WAS INVOLVED OR NOT OR DO WE BC I THOUGHT IT WAS THE REISS WHATEVER SINCE THATS WHAT HISTORIA TOLD MIKASA BUT LIKE DOES SHE KNOW???

EREN IS SO FUNNY BC WDYM A 30 SOMETHING YEAR OLD FBI AGENT USES ":)" WHEN TEXTING THIS GIRL WHO ISNT EVEN DATING HIM AND DOENST KNOW HIS TRUE IDENTITY ! THE MANS WHIPPED

as much as i hate tybur you write him so well 😭 he's literally evil

OH MIKASA ATE BUT TYBUR IS PISSING ME OFF!!!

SHIT HISTORIA IS GONNA DIE??? OH NO

OH MY GOD. TYBUR DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. ("wouldn't be the first time")

THEYRE GOING ON A PICNIC HOW ADORABLE 🥹

vy oh my god the little conversations between eren and mikasa are so adorable i'm crying 😭 i actualy love your writing sm its so good

OH MY GOD LEVIS HERE??? WHAT THE???

okay, so... woah. that was a lot. i'm not gonna lie i'm a little confused. so reiss was responsible for the shootings and now tybur wants revenge? what does kenny have to do with this? or do we not know that yet? anyways vy this chapter was yet again amazing! i feel like i'm on an emotional roller coaster when i read caprice 😭 i feel bad for mikasa because august definitely crossed a line when he went looking for levi, although i can see his perspective. hes definitely loving all of the gift baskets and gifts from levi though and he definitely doesn't understand how serious the situation is. also, the way levi almost revealed what mikasa does! none of your business levi 🙄

SORRY this comnent is super long but that just shows how great of a chapter it was!! LOVE U VY 🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞

LETSGOOO LONG COMMENT FROM LINDSAYYYYY😝😝😝😝

eren figuring out that Mikasa’s kleptomania may be more compulsion than intent just shows how much he’s trying to understand her 🥺

AND HES SO BATSHIT AND IRRATIONAL WHEN IT COMES TO JEAN 😭😭😭 bro is so jealous it’s hilarious AND OF COURSE YUMIHISU MY FAV LESBIANS!!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO THEM!!!!

i love including Ymir in my fics, literally imma find any excuse 😝

Annie has Armin by the literal balls, he knows SHE runs that household 😭😭

LMAO ERENS TEXTJNG IS SO FUNNY LIKE BROS USING :) AT HIS BIG AGE 😭😭😭 but he’s so adorable for that, literally kicking his feet and giggling

I LOVE TYBUR SO MUCH IDC😭😭😭 I JUST LOVE HATING HIM 😭 hes just a deplorable human being and he’s unapologetic about it, but he was so horrible to Mikasa there and i am glad she didn’t take a lick of his bullshit!!! queen!

gurlll the way i was giggling and grinning while writing their picnic not-date, they’re so cute and awkward and SO into each other 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷 my babies

but as for the Levi reveal and Kenny’s involvement… things will clear up as the chapters continue! reiss and Kenny are indeed working together, but more on that later!🤭😝

I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING JT!!! AND I LOVE YOU AND YOUR LONG COMMENTS SO MUCH THEY ARE SUCH A FUN TIME TO READ🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#eremika #caprice ao3 #ask answered #i love you

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gubbles-owo · 2 years ago

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So Manticore's paradox simulation, from what I can gather, is designed around using her S2 (Toxic Overload). But for shits and giggles I wanted to see if I could clear it with S1 (Scorpion Venom) instead. And-- because this wasn't unnecessarily painful enough-- without her passive slow module either. And I found a goddamned way.

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This took three hours of strategizing, experimentation, and practice to get down consistently. I ain't a high-level Arknights player by any stretch of the imagination, so perhaps this isn't all impressive, but fuck you I'm still proud of it!! Below the cut, if you wish, join me on an unnecessarily detailed journey of pain, trials, insight, and growth. Spoilers for Manticore's paradox sim, obviously, so if you're looking to go into that fresh then uhhh dont watch the video come back to this later or smth teehee

So first, Manticore's skills: her S2 slows down attack speed, but stuns any enemies it hits (that is to say, anyone unlucky enough to be in her range). The slowdown may seem like a detriment, but when you consider that the wind up takes about the same time as she idly goes invisible, and that she gets a significant attack boost on her first fit when cloaked-- that's a hell of a damage boost. On the other hand, her S1 is more passive. Whenever she hits something in her range, it gets slowed for some time. At full mastery 3, the length of the slow equals her attack interval, which equates to a constant slow on an enemy as long as she can keep hitting em. Her module stacks on a passive slow to ANYTHING in her range. WITHOUT hitting it. This helps her S2 be a bit more effective as she can pool up more victims within her reach, and amplifies the effect of S1 to get enemies reeaall sluggish. It also just flat out boosts her attack and defense. So of course we are not going to use it here. For funsies! With that out of the way, let's get a sense of what we're dealing with here.

Upon starting the mission, Cuora (our spunky little tank turtle) is immediately bound by this slippery sack of shitsuck right here:

Doesn't even walk in or anything, just poofs in out of nowhere and kicks down your turtle. What an asshole. Anyway operators who are bound or stunned cannot block incoming enemies. As you will swiftly learn, this is a problem. Because these two slobbering snifflepricks will charge in to ruin your day.

These are not good boys. They are bad boys. Rancid, even. If you don't act quickly, these two will breeze past your sole point of defense and end your run like 10 seconds in. Amiya and Haze, your two provided casters, can take care of them if you place them cleverly and quickly. But it leaves them poorly equipped to deal with the rest of the fodder that comes rolling in shortly thereafter. This is like, just my flawed observation based on experience, but I believe the intention here is to equip Manticore's S2 and place her in this spot first thing:

Fire off her skill as soon as it's ready and it'll break the enemy caster out of its bind, just in time for Cuora to recover and block the incoming dogs. Now there is a small chance you're grabbing your screen and violently shaking it while screaming "bUt WhAt AbOuT tHe StUn GeNeRaToR!?!?" to which I say: yes, you can use it to stop the dogs in their tracks without using Manticore! It's the second thing I did when playing this sim for the first time. Ah, yet this is but a devious trap. Because there's a big surprise waiting for you 'til the very end!! :D

ouguhghh right in the dick yeeaahhhhh so there's this massive malignant amalgamation of mud (and/or rock). And it will cock-sock u straight into hell! "No big deal, Cuora can heal with her sk-" she is locked into S1 in this scenario. +50% defense, that's it. If Manticore can no longer stun this thing out of attacking, Cuora WILL go down, it's just a matter of when. So we'll have to figure out how to work around this inevitability. Even with Manticore's stun, you're going to need to save that stun box for this part too. Perhaps there's a way around this, but from all of my experimentation, you just do not have the DPS or slow to afford it. I cannot tell you how many runs died with just a teensy tiny imperceptible little sliver of its health slipping past my defenses.

Come on. You can't even SEE its health. That bar is EMPTY and nothing can convince me otherwise. This is already getting pretty long here, so I'll just do a quick walkthrough of the final run, and explain some of the rationale behind it on the way. So without further ado,

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To start things off, we deploy Amiya first.

The dogs aren't a problem quite yet, so we want to focus on getting rid of shibari slut here as quickly as possible. Amiya's skill charges with each hit she lands, so the windup time is pretty damn good. Much faster than Haze's. And speaking of Haze, I played around a lot with who to deploy here. Originally I tried to get Haze in place to sap most of this caster's health, but uhhh

yeeeeaaaahhhh so Haze's skill here really ain't great for tanking damage. I was so goddamn confused as to why she was dropping dead so quickly, as the caster one-shots her, until I finally noticed the "-75% max HP" in the skill description. rip. So for a few reasons, survivability included, Amiya gets deployed for the opener. This positioning leaves the bottom lane wide open, and we've got two snarling problems heading up from south-side. So we deploy Manticore as soon as we've got the DP.

(NOTE: Manticore here is a pitiful potential 2, but that does lower her DP cost to 19. This is probably still doable with her base cost of 20? Haven't tested it tho) This position not only lets her get a full 3-long coverage on both exit lanes, but also covers five tiles total on the lower path. This is critical for slowing down the dogs here in time for Steward to take care of em. Once the caster finally frees the turtle, they start hitting Amiya. Hard. But don't fret, once he rounds the corner he'll start targeting Manticore (i think) instead. Bnnuy is left with little health, but this isn't a problem as we'll soon see. Once the enemy caster targets whoever else it's safe to deploy our last caster. Go Haze!

Provided you didn't deploy her too early, she should survive the last few caster attacks just fine. So one of the key things to do here is to retreat Amiya as soon as the enemy caster is defeated. We'll need her later, but in the meantime, the team of Haze + Manticore + Cuora can make quick work of the flood of incoming fodder. And good lord is there a lot of fucking fodder.

It's scary, but don't panic. Take hold of my hands. Look into my eyes. Everything will be okay. I promise. The primary thing we have to watch out here is for the first red uhhh pirate (???) that comes down from the top lane. Haze's skill needs to be activated once he's in range or else he'll leak right on through to the exit. Aside from this, this section doesn't require much action. srsly tho they look like pirate hats and u cannot convince me otherwise If we retreated her quickly enough at the start, Amiya should be ready to get back in action just in time for Mudrock's pet rock to show up.

Look at that. TACTICAL RETREAT to achieve a particular setup later. Who would've thought? And FACING HER BACKWARDS. She covers a whooping six tiles that this mud glob slowly meanders through, and she's gonna need all of them to kill this thing in time. I am so fcukign smar t. From here it's pretty simple, but strenuous: fire Amiya's skill as soon as muddy gets in her lower range. Fire Haze's skill similarly. Pray. Let Cuora get hit once, then slap the stun box before the 2nd punch so Warfarin can heal her, let Cuora take the third before activating her defense skill. Then uhhh watch as she perishes under the next punch anyways cause idk? Warfarin was quick enough in earlier iterations of this strategy but apparently not the final one? Whatever, it's fine, the thing crumbles and we win!

Since Manticore can no longer stun in this run, we use her to simply assist by slowing down the fodder-- enough to hold off the full firepower of a caster for later use. And once we do re-establish our full DPS, our favorite scorpion gal slows down the big tanky thing for as long as possible, stalling enough to slay it just in time-- even with our sole defender having been pummeled into dust. What a fuckin' run. Soooo yEAH, I'm still figuring out the whole "strategy" thing, but it was real fun to attempt a little self-imposed challenge run that I wasn't even sure was doable in the first place. There were several points I was sure it wasn't, but I wound up figuring something out after fucking around and finding out. Could it be further improved and optimized? Probably. But three hours working out the thing and an equivalent amt of time just writing out this damn thing, im gonna go lay down instead anyway uhhh manticore best arlknight gril send tweet

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