#mfp denny

[the-ghost-bracket]

Santa Poll

Denny propaganda

Santa Claus propaganda

[derogatorydennis]

do you think dennis is intimately familiar with the highs and lows of myfitnesspal

[nipataurii]

I've wanted to draw other characters from MFP quite while now and this was first thing coming to my mind XDdd Denny but idk, chrismas peace?

[voidwings]

Fists - It goes as you expect, you both die Knife - you brought a knife to a fistfight :/ Gun - you brought a gun but no bullets, you get punched to oblivion Car - your car explodes and everything caught fire (also you both die) Kindness - maybe violence isn't the answe- actually yes it is you get punched to oblivion THE - Ą̴̡̡̢̧̯̠̬͚̦͖̼̗̩̖͕̘͎͖̙̲̹̙͙͈̹̬͙̩͓͇̪̥̝̙͍̬̳̙̪̮͍̖̙̼͕̙̩̗͚͂͑̄́̄͗̏̂̉̓̊̎̅͛̂̉͗̿̑̉̈͒̏͋̀̀͂̆̑̃̾͝͝͠ Bees - everything is consumed by The Bees fists (the better ones) - you punch HP Color LaserJet Enterprise MFP M776dn - printer Vanilla Extract - you drench the other person in vanilla extract

[inakan1]

Speaking of Christmas, Denny's falling death.

[pedrospal]

headcanons-

Ophelia had/has a dog. She claims she got it just to track people, but she loves it really.

Guy fed/cared for a random stray cat. He'd never admit he cared for it, but he does. He also owned a snake.

Denny probably also has a dog. He got it to look extra intimidating, but its as much of a fluffball as him.

Mitch doesn't seem like the sort of guy to have pets.

Ophelia is obviously very good with technology and hacking, capable of programming AI and hacking into governmental websites from a young age, but she can't cook. At all. Barely even instant ramen. She is good at dance too, though doesn't care to admit it. Also a very good politician. She's big lesbian ofc and doesn't like to use sexuality as a tool, preferring blunt intimidation. She probably has a girlfriend who she's hella soft with.

Guy is good at art. He's also really into freerunning- although Ophelia (and Denny to an extent) do it out of necessity (the cool moves they pull off to fight) Guy takes it to the next level. He is capable of seducing his way out of trouble, or using sexuality to get close to a target, and has done so before although he takes no pleasure out of it. He cooks well and provided meals for his family most nights. Also enjoys dance and has decent hacking skills.

Denny is great with mechanics/engineering. He's the guy who designed the turrents, aircraft and mechs and with Ophelia's help he made the closed circuit alarm systems and the laser things. He's clumsily flirty but useless at picking anybody up tbh. He is actually a fairly decent leader and has good organizational skills- although each bounty hunter runs under their own rule Denny's the guy to go to if you want to pick up or lay down a contract, hit or just find some people to add to your own organisation.

Mitch used to be as equally skilful as his children, having taught Ophelia and Guy the majority of his moves. He however can't use Focus without the help of the last of specific banned pills (almost all destroyed because they hadn't been tested thoroughly and caused DNA mutations as well as other sicking side effects) - that mutated his genetic sequence enough that the skill of Focus was inherently passed down to his two eldest without needing pills to awaken it. Unfortunately he also passed on a greatly heightened risk for addiction and mental illnesses, which Ophelia copes with well but Guy... really doesn't. Although he's a pretty shitty deadbeat dad, who didn't really give a fuck about the kids until he needed a job done, he did teach them his incredible markmanship skills and how to use various weapons. Ophelia was intentional, Mitch wanting someone to pass his legacy onto, but Guy was unplanned, and Denny more so, having been born from a one night stand.

[spacecatsaremadeofdarkmatter]

OR BETTER YET

MFP BROKEN EDITION

AYO A CRAZY IDEA MFP BUT ONLINE MODE

[cookinary]

uhhh huh can u share some MFP headcanons? 👉👈 idk really if u did it before but 🤲

(Originally, I wanted to make a doodle for all my headcanons, but I’m not in the best place mentally to draw all of them because there is a LOT of them. So enjoy my reference sheet for Pedro/Vigilante and some sketches! The rest will be written so be aware: THIS IS A LONG POST!)

And an obvious SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t played the game!

Headcanons for Vigilante:

Vigilante’s name is Pedro

He was 19 at the time of the Incident, and is 24 at the time of the game

Trans and aroace

Selective mute but he can talk more freely with his siblings, and he knows sign language

Started to see Pedro the banana after he received an entire crate of banana on the head when he was a kid

Has sick cooking skills

Wanted to be a chef or a cook, but he wasn’t born in the right family for that, so now he does Ophelia’s dirty work (not by choice)

He is a vegetarian (he walked in on Mitch slicing up someone for dinner and just noped the fuck out; he can't look at any kind of meat anymore without feeling sick)

He is a cat whisperer (can seemingly understand and talk with cats)

He learned parkour to get the farthest away from Ophelia (mostly self-taught, that lead to an occasional broken arm)

He needs glasses to read but usually doesn’t wear them until he needs them

Took ballet classes after losing a bet, and ended up loving it so much that he kept going

He sometimes wears a dress because it makes him feel fancy

When he REALLY doesn’t want to speak to anybody, he just... unties his hair and covers his face with it. It’s a clear enough message

After the Incident, he vanished

The last anyone saw of him was him slamming the door of his room, he never went back out

He snuck out the window and didn’t look back

He changed hairstyle when he ran away

He stayed away for 5 years until he heard another horrible story about his family that made him take action

He wiped out his memory by shoving a banana in his left ear (hence the blood)

Overall, he’s just a lovable crackhead who’s had enough

Headcanons for Ophelia:

She was 22 at the time of the Incident and 27 at the time of the game

She regularly used her brother as target practice

Even though she and Pedro barely got along, they still had their sweet siblings moments

She will never admit it, but she's been worried sick ever since he disappeared

Headcanons for Denny:

Ain’t got much to say about him (YET)

He was 16 at the time of the Incident and is 21 at the time of the game

He and Pedro were very close because Pedro was left to raise him alone after their mother's death (Mitch and Ophelia barely lifted a finger to help)

He is a coward but is a surprisingly good boss, all the bounty hunters under his command appreciate him

Headcanons for the family in general:

Mitch beat up the siblings regularly

Rose is the name of the siblings’ mother (based on the first song of the OST Requiem for Rose)

Pedro was the closest to her

Rose was killed by Mitch when he beat her up an umpteenth time

Repeat after me: MITCH IS A BITCH

Pedro suffered a lot from Rose’s death and often visits her grave

What is the Incident?

The Incident was a job on which all three siblings were involved

Mitch sent them to get rid of a rival gang causing problems to his weapon trafficking

Once at the gang’s place, Pedro just sighed and asked “Alright, who are we killing?”

Ophelia simply answered “Everyone.” before she and Denny burst in and started to kill effectively EVERYONE

Including innocent kids and people who had nothing to do with the gang’s business

Pedro could only stand there, horrorstruck

Until a kid ran up to him and begged for help

And Ophelia calmly said “Oops, missed one.” before cold-bloodedly shooting the kid at close range

And that was too much for Pedro

When they got back home, Pedro let out everything he had been holding back for years

Ophelia pointed out that he, too, had killed numerous people and they were probably innocent people in the bunch

And that was the last straw

Pedro simply went in his room and slammed the door behind him before sneaking out the window (cf above)

Miscellaneous headcanons:

In-game, the banana is the embodiment of Pedro’s old/true personality

Post-game, the banana is replaced by a version of Pedro without his jacket and whose eyes are constantly hidden by a dark mist

Only Pedro can see him

After the game story, Pedro settled in an apartment in a different city and lives off assassination job

The multiverse mess (with all my AUs) canonically happened but that’s another story

[spacecatsaremadeofdarkmatter]

The MFP siblings are dressing up as characters from Showdown Bandit for Halloween!

Pedro's dressing up as Bandit, Ophelia as Miss Undertaker and Denny chose to be a grieve!

Denny put that down, you're gonna kill someone

[the-ghost-bracket]

Santa Poll

Denny propaganda

Sanda Kazushige propaganda

[inakan1]

MFP short story

Google Translation

【筆記療法:Writing therapy】

彼が友人と話していると、

オフィーリアが来て

彼を病院に連れていった。

When the guy was talking to his friend, Ophelia came and took him to the mental hospital.

そこの医者は彼に

一冊のノートと鉛筆を渡した。

逆に言うと

その医者がしたことはそれだけだったが、

彼は不必要な診察を受けずに済んだので

安心した。

The doctor handed him a notebook and a pencil.

Well, that was all the doctor did, but he was relieved that he had not had unnecessary medical examinations.

医者はヤブだが、

どうやらノートを使うセラピーは

実在することがわかったため

彼は試しに詩を作ってみることにした。

The doctor is a quack doctor, but since there was really therapy using notebooks, Guy decided to try to write a poem.

題材は、彼の友人について。

The theme is his friend.

彼が熱心に筆を走らせていると、

デニーが後ろから忍び寄って

ノートを覗いた。

As he was writing a poem earnestly, Denny crept up behind him and looked into his notebook.

デニーは彼の詩の出来と

友人を馬鹿にして、大笑いした。

Denny made fun of his poetry and his friend and laughed loudly.

彼はデニーの腕に鉛筆を刺し、

また病院に連れていかれることとなった。

Guy stabbed a pencil into Denny's arm, and was taken back to the mental hospital.

[pedrospal]

Blood splashes across the wall.

Denny staggers, his hand rushing to his face. Red seeps between his fingers as he clutches his nose, and he looks up at his assailant with wide teary eyes.

The elder teenager didn't seem to care. Another fist slammed into the side of Denny's jaw. Teeth clattered onto the asphalt, quickly followed by his skull. A knee presses hard against his back and a hand grips his neck too tight. Dull pain radiates through his body, the icy burn flooding from his bruised eye and split lips.

"Should've fucking paid up, bitchboy."

He can't fight it as his head is forced up only to be slammed back down into the ground. There's an audible crunch as his nose breaks. Pain lances through him and he cries aloud, only to be answered by the ground in another brutal whack. He can hear the other boys laughing around him, jeering and mocking.

The grip on his neck tightens and Denny tenses, prepared to be beaten down again; there is a scream from above him and the pressure on his back vanishes. 

He manages to raise his head slightly. The world whirls and blurs, colours oversaturated and painful. But he can make out two new silhouettes in the gang of people and feels hope and relief blossom through him.

Ophelia is twisting the black-haired teenager's arm behind his back. His face is crunched in agony as she continues to twist. Her face is stony and full of fire.

Guy stands between Denny and the rest of the gang, hands raised and legs apart, tense and coiled on the balls of his feet. A jaguar poised to pounce. 

The gang of teens seem equally as surprised as Denny, though their faces quickly regain their sneering expressions.

"Hey now!" 

One of the other teens called out. His chest was puffed in forced bravado as he stepped forward- the pained cry coming from his friend as Ophelia sharply pulled on his arm stopped him. 

"Uh, what I mean to say is, this guy refused to pay up! He betrayed us, so we're just teachin' him a lesson! That's all! We ain't doing nothing wrong! Gang business, y'know?"

"Turn around."

A voice so cold it froze the air. Its speaker remained stock still, barely even the rise and fall of his chest to indicate he was breathing. Guy hadn't even spared a glance towards the faux leader, brown eyes locked onto a girl who stood near the back of the gang.

"Hey, you can't just come into our territory and start bossin' us around! Who do you-" The teen that had stepped forward was silenced as the girl raised her hand.

"Huh? Boss, wh-"

"Why should we?" Her voice didn't quite match the coldness of Guy's,  but it certainly served the intended purpose.

She too stood tall, with an easy air that one could mistake for confidence, a gleam in her eyes that spoke of cruelty and domination. Wolf's eyes, and the role in her gang to match. 

It was Ophelia who answered the leader's question.

"Because we always give people three chances to run. Go, now."

Wolf Eyes moved forward a step. A wordless statement even the most foolish could read. Refusal.

A harsh crack akin to a gunshot rang out in the silence, accompanied by a scream. Ophelia dropped the black haired teen's now floppy arm. He stumbled forward then fled to safety out the street. 

"Last chance. Turn around and forget this ever happened." Each word was spoken with eerie frozen calm, Ophelia's expression unchanging. 

Wolf Eyes' face twisted in anger and hatred as she stepped forward. She seemed to consider something.

"You really dare to throw around threats when there's only two of you and twelve of us?" Wolf Eyes huffed a slight chuckle as she raised a hand. "Normally I'd be fair and only let two of my Wolves savage you, but since you've pissed me off, you don't get my mercy."

She flung her hand down at the same time that Guy finally moved. The words were barely out of her mouth when the first teen fell, blood pouring out of his nose and mouth and a shoe-shaped bruise already forming over his face.

Guy rebounded off the wall and leapt at another of the goons with leg outstretched. The teen darted out of the way just in time to meet a fist to the throat, and Guy used that momentum to swing around in a perfectly-executed spinning kick. Another kid stumbled down, winded, and Ophelia slammed his face into the concrete as she too joined the scramble. 

It was beautiful carnage. The duo wove and danced within the gang as if they were nought but wind, pouncing and striking with brutal precision.  Each movement was fluid as water and impassioned as fire. They complimented each other's moves in perfect predator's grace, a lioness and a jaguar verses a pack of mutts.

In the heat of it Wolf Eyes ran at Ophelia, nothing but rage burning in those wild wolfish eyes. Her first swing clipped Ophelia's head and sent her stumbling back out of the main crowd. Wolf Eyes leapt again. A sweeping kick threw her to the side, stumbling, but she recovered with the speed of an experienced street fighter and came back at Ophelia with an iron fist. 

There was a crunch. Blood arced into the air as Ophelia's nose was broken. She staggered back but managed to avoid the next kick and come forward with a strong left hook. Enamel spread across the floor. 

Wolf Eyes fell back, clutching her bloody mouth as she glared at Ophelia with pure hatred cut into every line of her face. But Ophelia could see the fear and faint respect in her body and let her retreat.

Guy has taken down the rest of the gang. They scramble and stagger and stumble, up and away, backing down with their metaphorical tails between their legs. Their leader fixes one last glare at the duo, spitting red on the ground in a final act of anger before turning and walking away with the rest of them.

They don't relax until the gang is gone.

Then Ophelia is by Denny's side, helping him sit up gently with careful hands. She seems not to care about her own injuries, instead worriedly checking over her younger brother.

"Open your mouth." Despite her short words her tone is soft and concerned. 

Denny obliges in his concussed daze. Blood drips down his chin, sticky and metallic.

"You're lucky. They only knocked out your baby teeth."

Ophelia squints at his swollen nose, before touching it lightly with the tips of her fingers. It's tender and Denny holds back a cry at the pain. She must have noticed the wetness in his eyes because she immediately retracted her hand. 

"It doesn't look too bad. Probably just fractured. It'll heal up fine."

Her own nose is twisted and smushed and rapidly swelling, blood dripping down her neck and onto her purple shirt. But she disregards it entirely, instead focusing on Denny.

Ophelia looks at his eyes for a minute, and the intensity that always burns deep in her brown eyes still intimidates Denny even though he's seen it a hundred times. Metaphors about deer in headlights and rabbit seeing an eagle spring to mind.

The predator's gaze breaks away from his as her forehead furrowed slightly, looking him over.

"You've got a minor concussion."

Guy crouches down beside them, making Denny jump although Ophelia doesn't react. He didn't even see his older brother approach, let alone hear him!

...Denny quietly admits to himself that he probably never will be able to tell when either of his siblings are approaching, knowing their incredible skills. 

A lukewarm wet flannel is pressed into his hand. He doesn't know when Guy brought- or found- a medkit, but he's grateful nonetheless when he presses the medicine-infused cloth against his nose and the pain dulls into nothing. He takes his brother's hand and allows him to help him up. Now he's closer he sees the state Guy is in- blood drips steadily from a deep looking gash across his lips and there's bruising and swelling already forming around his eyes and cheeks. Dark crimson stains his brother's torn black shirt, though whether it's his or the other teenagers' Denny doesn't know, and he sees the stiffness in his actions that indicate he's busted a few ribs. Ophelia stands too and the way she holds her left ankle slightly raised shows she's probably sprained it.

"Come on, let's get you home." Ophelia's tone is soft as she puts a hand on Denny's shoulder, supporting him. In turn he grips her arm back, offering himself as a walking aid. He feels Guy stumble slightly beside him and puts an arm out, holding the older teen's forearm. Guy tenses, but then allows Denny to help him balance.

Together the trio walk home, supporting each other the whole way back.

[the-ghost-bracket]

Denny propaganda:

"Okay TECHNICALLY, he's just dressing up as Santa and not actual Santa but it still counts in my heart, he deserves a place in the tournament :(

He's a coward (he's the boss of the chapter but he runs away as soon as he spots you) and he doesn't have a sleigh but he has an aircraft with a minigun/turret mounted on it, which is a lot cooler

He deserves some love because he's the only boss that hurts you in self-defense instead of attacking first

Best redhead <3"

[pedrospal]

Ophelia found me first.

She doesn't say anything.

Just knocks the empty bottle away from me as she reaches down, grabbing my arm in an iron vice. Pain doesn't register, not anymore, and she hoists me up with harshness in her movement. Blood scatters over the concrete. Is it mine?

"Why?"

A question. A word in a tone that reeks of pity and resignation. Her face is etched in hard lines, blurring with purples and blues and yellows. Words, spelling out contempt.

I can't answer. The world's in different colours and it hurts my eyes, but I refuse to look away.

She sighs. Lets go of my arm as she looks through her bag. Bottles clink as she searches.

The world shimmers and turns and I turn with it until the floor cuts my face.

There's something being pressed against my dry mouth. It's wet, and the top of the bottle is sharp.

I don't want to drink it. I don't want to go back to that world. But it is persistent and my thirst overrides my bitterness.

It works almost instantaneously. The numbness vanishes, and cold wind cuts into me like glass. I meet Ophelia's eyes, just for a second, cold brown lined by disdain. Then my body finally reacts to the poison and I rise up, turning back as the medicine and pills leave my system. A sickly sweet taste is left behind, only serving to increase my nausea.

"You have to stop this behaviour."

She thinks she is above me yet she is barely a year older. It's due to my work behind the scenes that she has an empire at all. My hands are bloody while hers stay pristine.

Something yellow flickers in the corner of my vision. It's Pedro. He offers me a small half-smile, helping me through this.

Ophelia's eyes track my line of sight and the harsh lines of her face tighten in masked concern.

I don't give her an answer, returning her gaze with my own scorn. She tenses, but does not dare to raise her hand. Instead she turns sharply, throwing me the bag with an offhand gesture. It does not hide the anger that floods her.

I catch it with a hand.

"I expect to see you reporting in tommorow. Don't try anything stupid."

Ophelia stalks out of the dingy alleyway with the predator's grace that shapes our family, all precision and lethality and not a trace of emotion. A lioness in an urban jungle.

But the cut of her body tells me all I need to know. She is worried, concerned, confused and beneath it all afraid.

I wait until she's vanished from sight to take the health pack out the bag.

The next day, when I report in the job, I can see the relief beneath her frozen eyes.

[inakan1]

MFP short story

Google Translation

【きょうだい喧嘩(Sibling quarrel)】

デニー（Denny）:

姉貴と兄貴が喧嘩してる。

巻き添えを喰いたくないからやめてほしい。

俺は机の下に避難してる。

My older sister and older brother are quarreling.

I don't want to be involved, so please stop it.

I'm evacuating under my desk.

どうやら2人は犬のことで喧嘩してるみたいだ。

姉貴が世話してた犬を兄貴が逃したとかなんとか。

兄貴は否定してる。

It seems that they are quarreling about a dog.

She says that he abandoned the dog she was caring for.

He denies that.

俺にとっちゃどうでもいいことだ。

早く静かにならないかな。

It doesn't matter to me.

I hope they'll be quiet soon.

その時、誰よりもうるさい音を立てて親父が入ってきた。

隣の部屋で仕事してたみたいだ。

At that moment, our father entered the room with the loudest noise.

He seems to have been working in the next room.

「犬は客に出した。ゴチャゴチャ騒ぐな」

"I cooked the dog and served it to the customers. Don't make a fuss."

そう怒鳴って、2人を殴りつけて、またうるさい音を立てて出ていった。

He shouted, beat them, and went out again with a loud noise.

姉貴は呆然としてて、兄貴も黙った。

My sis was dumbfounded, and my bro was silent.

喧嘩は終わって、静かになった。

Their quarrel ended and became quiet.

良かった。

Nice.