#mostly that BECK DOESN'T TRUST HIM

[evecolourshock]

Fic again

Beck grimaces under his mask, trying to salvage the situation. He honestly hadn't meant for Able to hear that, tucked as he is in the rafters of the Garage. A mutter under his breath the vocoder had caught and amplified (going to have to change that, there is such a thing as too sensitive).

"He's young, right? One of your betas." Beck lounges along a beam, trying to ooze confidence the way Tron does. The steady, dependable kind, knowing (or pretending) everything's going to be alright. "The one who lost a friend."

Beck's throat closes up a little. Bodhi, Bodhi, Bodhi. In every single one of Beck's rest mode memory fluxes, when he's not too exhausted to have them. Dying in every single one. Derezzed in the street, in the Games, trapped in an Occupation cell or a Rectifier, gunned down, hacked apart, shocked, beaten, tortured-

Beck doesn't sleep any more, not really. Works until he shuts down instead. It's less harrowing that way - he doesn't wake with Bodhi's choked-off scream ringing in his ears if he does that.

Tron's listening in, Beck knows, even though he doesn't know how. Watching, just in case Beck needs a way out. He doesn't want Tron hearing this, but... that part's out of Beck's control, so he does his best to be mature and lets it go.

"You keep an eye on my kids?" Able asks, a low threatening tone in his voice.

"Only the ones that ask me to." Beck rebuffs, hears Able draw a shocked breath. "He...he's trying to do as you ask. But... it's like the Grid's out to get him, some cycles." Beck draws a shaky breath, this time making sure to keep it below the vocoder's detection level. "He's been- heh. Someone doesn't like him, a lot of people don't like me, when you're both up on rooftops and everyone else is resting you tend to get talking."

"He can talk to me." Able sounds wounded. Beck kind of feels bad about what he's going to say next.

"You told a grieving beta who'd just watched his friend be murdered in front of him there was nothing that could be done." Beck tells him quietly. "Rightly or wrongly, that wasn't what he needed to hear. He needed comfort, a promise to make things right, to feel safe... and he got none of it. He doesn't sleep - still hears his friend's screams every time he tries. He was thrown in the Games - I got him out of that, nearly derezzed us both in the attempt but I had to try - and all he got when he stumbled back in here, shaking and scared and having just been forced to derez others or be derezzed himself, was a demand to know where he had been and no chance for him to explain."

"He doesn't feel he can talk to you - that you'll treat his words as anything more than excuses. He just has me, a Program in a mask who also lost someone important and decided I didn't have anything left to lose so I was going to do something about it. I... might be the only thing keeping him alive." Beck's voice drops quieter, closer to that barely-audible whisper. Because it's true - the Renegade is the only reason he hasn't attempted to go out with a bang. That, and Bodhi's memory. "But someone's got to cut that kid some slack and let him be a kid, and even if it's me..." Beck doesn't know what to say next. Tron's a silent, concerned presence in that strange space-between-space the white disc creates, Able an equally silent half-lit shadow at his desk.

"I'd rather it not be. What I do... isn't exactly conducive to a long runtime." Beck smiles ruefully. "He deserves better. But... if I'm what he has, then I guess I'd better figure out how to be good enough."

He leaves then, unable to stay longer both for any hope of even a little bit of broken sleep and to drop off the report on the new tank upgrades Pavel's demanding so Tron can plan around them. Brushes off Tron's more delicate than usual probing with a brittle smile, makes it back to his room through the window just in time to lie on his berth for a few nanos and stare at the ceiling.

He's probably not sleeping this rest cycle, will have to interrupt his shift over and over for micro-naps so he can at least vaguely function (and invariably piss off at minimum Zed for being unreliable). Again.

Beck lets himself drift, despite knowing the derezolution-filled memory fluxes and his shift-start alert are imminent. Just another cycle for the Renegade.

Able: *sigh*. Beck’s a smart kid…but sometimes he does these things that are just so stupid.

The Renegade: maybe you should get off the kid’s ass

Able: What?

The Renegade: WHAT

[rom-e-o]

Imagine Emmrich getting sick or hurt enough he needs nursing for the first time after wifey is in his life.

Ohhh, yes. Emmrich. The always-giving, charitable healer. The eternal gentleman who has built a career on helping students learn, regularly uses his talents to help the dead find peace, risks life and limb to help Rook despite his fear of death, and BUILDS A BODY for a wisp who stays loyally by his side.

That Emmrich, who has pined for love and marriage but never found connection.

That Emmrich, who probably hasn't someone take care of him in decades. Who, if he got sick, always had to tend to himself, despite exhaustion and achiness. When was the last time you think he had someone at his side when he was sick? Probably his mother or father, when he was a young boy.

Maybe Manfred has helped sometimes, but of course, Emmrich doesn't ask much. Maybe for him to make some tea or wake him if someone knocks at the door, but that's not tending to him. But he can fudge it with a cold.

When he is bedbound will illness/injury for the first time since his relationship with Rook, feeling the caring presence of another at his beck and call is probably a little uncomfortable at first. ("D-Darling, I'll get you sick. P-Please don't worry. I-I'll be okay.") He says this while feverish and shaking, a cold sweat casting a sheen over his brow. Yet, he smiles. "Please, g-go enjoy the day, dearest."

He feels guilty of being a burden. He's a man who has always sought connection, and to over-compensate for his 'faults' (and even his age), he pushes himself hard. He likes to feel needed. He likes to GIVE.

So, to be in a position where he is forced to TAKE? He's hesitant. Maybe it makes him feel nostalgia in a horrible, raw way. He strikes me as a man that only feels worthwhile as a person if he's giving his energy (metaphorically or literally) to others. This feeling amplifies as he ages, and especially as he fails to find that love he yearns for so deeply.

Rook, his lovely wife, understands that. So she sets up a post. Manfred helps, of course. They make sure he's comfortable in bed. Plenty of books are placed nearby, even though he mostly sleeps. The window is opened, if the weather is nice-ish. Candles are lit. The fire roars. Plenty of tea is on tap. Even though he can't eat much, Rook brings porridge and potatoes to him.

She brushes his hair, dabs a cloth over his face, and draws him baths when he's strong enough to leave the bed.

"I-I'm sorry, dearest."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"F-For forcing you to care for me like this," he says as she brings a soapy cloth across his face, cleaning the latest sheen of fever-sweat from his brow.

He can't help but feel like an incompetent fool. He hates her seeing him in such a state. What if she sees him looking so weak and pathetic and decides to leave? It's not that he doesn't trust her. It's that his fear of somehow losing her or driving her away is one of the few things that can usurp logic in his mind.

"I don't recall you forcing me," she parries swiftly, lifting one of his toned arms to bring the cloth down the length of it. "In fact, you urged me to leave you and go enjoy my day. You encouraged me to leave with a handsome smile that was almost dashing enough to make me ignore that pesky blue pallor of yours."

He sighs wearily, still unable to look at her. "Even when I'm in such a sorry state, you still bestow those comforting compliments upon me."

"Because you deserve them." She undoes the top buttons of his nightgown and runs the cold cloth over his chest and neck. He sighs in relief, the cold feeling refreshing against his skin. "And you deserve to be cared for. Doted on. Now ... does that feel nice?"

He doesn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he takes a moment to fill his lungs with air, the shakiness ebbing. Then, his gaze finds hers, hazel eyes blazing more brightly than they have in days. "It feels heavenly."

"Good." She leans down and kisses the tip of his nose. "Not too heavenly, though. I enjoy your company far too much to be without it for long. I'll start clawing the walls."

"Ha! W-Well, I shall endeavor to make a full recovery as swiftly as possible. How could I not, when I have such a sterling nurse?"

That night, Emmrich asks Rook to read to him. He loves the sound of her voice, and he so rarely has the chance to fall to sleep to it. She obliges, of course, reading him "Hard in Hightown", a fast-paced adventure by the infamous Varric Tethras. ("'You harassed a magistrate's widow. And you practically broke down a comte's door.' She turned to glare at him. 'All before dawn!'")  As she reads and acts out the lines with vigor, she hears him react according. He might gasp in shock, or laugh, or roll his eyes at a pun.

All the while, he uses her arm as a pillow, and gazes up at her, the very image of a besotted fool. A besotted fool with some color in his cheeks and a distinct glint returning to his lovely eyes.

[redr0sewrites]

dabi x reader where you're also a part of the league of villains; it takes him a while to warm up to u but once he does you're just on his mind constantly, he never wants to let you go, wants to be near you as much as possible ^_^

🌀 A/n: AAA I LOVE THISSS

🌀 Cw: mostly fluff, canon typical violence ig? hcs + blurb!

🌀 dividers

honestly, i think that having a partner who's a part of the Lov would honestly be ideal for him. it allows him to both focus on his goals, but also slowly learn to trust his comrades and realize that he does deserve love. it also gives him the opportunity for lots of close contact with you, which certainly helps in terms of a growing relationship

similar to how he acts towards the rest of the league, i think Dabi would be very stand-offish and do his best to avoid you, simply because he doesn't want any distractions

however, the more intrigued you sre by him and the more effort you put into pursuing him, he slowly but surely begins to at least accept you as his comrade who he may also have a tiny crush on...

there's something about you that's so,, endearing to him, and he isn't used to the feeling. once he realizes that he likes you romantically, i do think he'd avoid you for a while, both because he needs to process his feelings, and because he's afraid. genuinely doesn't know how someone like you could even handle being around him platonically, and doesn't want to burden you with his feelings that he can't even describe.

obviously you don't know why he's upset, but you can tell he's avoiding you, and i think that seeing you upset by how he's ignoring you would be the ultimate breaking point for him to realize that he truly cares for you- that and the fact that he missed you too.

your friendship with him changes after that incident, most likely blurring the lines between platonic and romantic very heavily. Dabi slowly begins to show you more of his softer side, revealing more of Touya to you, and in return you also trust him more. he's always at your beck and call, willing to do anything you ask but not willing to say it outright. it's obvious to everyone else in the league that you both have something going on, but no one says anything out of fear of yours and Dabi's wrath

he gets a lot clingier and more worried about your safety, such as insisting he be the one to patch up your wounds after a nasty fight or covering for you during a difficult mission when it really isn't necessary for him to tag along

considering his past, i do think that your his first (and most likely last) love, as he hasn't had the opportunity to engage in many- or rather, any- non sexual and intimate relationships. Dabi isn't going to confess, he's not brave enough or romantic enough, but it gets to a point where you either have to outright confess to him or continue dancing around your feelings for eachother for all eternity

if and when you confess, i think he'd be very... confused, to say the least. he doesn't know how anyone could possibly like him romantically, especially you. it takes him off guard, and i think he'd panic and run away or snap and say something harsh without meaning to. either way it's incredibly awkward and he internally beats himself up for it until he gains the courage to apologize and admit that he does like you too

the second the both of you are official the league congratulates you (and all pay Toga $20 for having the most accurate bet on if/when you'd both get together ), and after that you and Dabi are practically attached at the hip

he's suddenly a lot more clingy, and touchier too, but you'll have to initiate at first. like he'll come up beside you and stand uncomfortably close until you get the message that he wants you to hug him, but won't say anything. he's also a lot more possessive, even getting annoyed if you're spending too much time with Toga and Twice instead of him. despite being a fearsome villain known all across Japan as ruthless and cruel, he has an absolutely adorable pout when he's annoyed with you and its impossible to resist

overall, i think a relationship with him in this type of scenario would follow along heavily with the slowburn trope, and you both teach eachother how to love and be loved

if someone told you last year that you'd be laying in bed, snuggled up with one of the most fearsome criminals in Japan, you would have laughed- and yet, sure enough, Dabi nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as he lays atop you. his lanky form is splayed across your entire body, with one scarred hand clutching your own as his low breathing tickles your skin. one of your hands is tangled in his dark hair, slowly massaging his scalp and toying with the small hairs at the base of his neck. Dabi lets out a groan with each caress, practically purring like a cat as he indulges in your warmth.

"y'know," he murmurs, voice sleepy and rough, "y'used to annoy me when i first joined..."

"everyone used to annoy you," you tease, and he hums lazily in agreement.

a few more beats of silence pass, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing.

"you don't annoy me anymore though.." he mumbles, and you feign a shocked gasp.

"are you finally admitting that you like me? who are you and what have you done with Dabi?"

"shut up, forget i said anything," he grumbles, pulling away from his position against your collarbone to look at you with a disgruntled pout. however, it didn't have the intended affect of conveying his teeth chattering, horrifying irritation as you let out a soft giggle before leaning down to kiss his nose.

"you're so cute, Dabi," you tease, and he huffs.

"this is harassment."

"if anyones harassing anyone it'd be you, mister i'm going to come up behind you and lean all my body weight onto you instead of just asking to cuddle like a normal person!"

"you complain as though you didn't immediately tackle me into bed," he huffs, and you chuckle again.

"not complaining, just observing."

he rolls his eyes. "you're needy."

"and you're cute," you reply, and he glares at you halfheartedly before burying his head back against your neck.

"ignoring you," he mumbles, muffled against your skin.

"aww, am i making the big bad Dabi blush by calling him cute?"

"goodnight, y/n"

...

"goodnight, Dabi. love you,"

...

"love you too."

i am powering through all the fics for his bday omg. this whole event is gonna eat i KNOW IT

[burning-academia-if]

Hello! If our MC was mostly silent, how would the love interests act when the MC would talk to them? Especially earlier in the process of dating when they're not used to the MCs voice and don't expect it.

Rook: It might throw him off, especially if you spent all those years with him being quiet, only to start talking more when they start dating lol I think he's just so used to figuring out what you're feeling/thinking based on body language and facial expressions at this point it does read weird at first for you to actually voice your opinions than him to just figure it out

Beck: He takes it as a sign your more comfortable with him or opening up to him, but he doesn't outwardly react or make a comment on it. It is nice to hear more of your voice though, especially if it is a sign of trust

Rhea: It registers slow at first. At some point, the two of you are just relaxing and finally unwinding after a long day and talking about whatever and it hits her just how much you've been talking lately? To others, it wouldn't be considered much, but she knows how you were before and she can sense the jump. It can't be a bad thing, and she worries if she says anything she'll make you uncomfortable, so she keeps the observation tucked away

Zoe: They're so used to be quiet themself as well as interacting with their little sister who is nonverbal via sign that before this point I think they'd have developed a habit of accidentally slipping into sign with you without thinking lmaO I think the first time you spoke it was like a jump scare to them asjksj and when you start talking more during dating, that's when they take it in stride

Lars: "Don't force yourself," is his immediate response aflkdaf Despite how it sounds, there is genuine concern somewhere deep down that you are trying to present yourself differently at first or are trying to force yourself to be more talkative, especially since he's fine with you never really talking if you don't want to

???: Honestly, I don't think they'd notice lol A side effect of being in your head is they got more of your internal monologue/thoughts/feelings/etc so even if outwardly you hardly spoke, inwardly there was probably still a lot going on. I think it'd only register how little you spoke prior when it was mentioned by someone else how much more you were talking around them

[fatuismooches]

Hi, uhm, i'm someone who has been lurking around for a while.. Mostly because i'm far too awkward to ever interact directly, but i've decided to gather the courage to ask.. Or, rather share my thoughts

I just had ACL reconstruction surgery with my meniscus as well, and i am in absolute horrible discomfort/pain, i've been entertaining myself with what my favorite characters would do to support their s/o after a similar situation, yk.. For comfort,

Dottore finding different medicine to block the pain, or recording the progress made every day.. Actually he probably did the surgery himself..

Pantalone using his wealth to buy products that would ease the pain, medicine.. Moving his desk into his s/o's room just to monitor them himself.. Or something like it

Capitano helping his s/o with mobilisation, getting around or just being a pillar his s/o could depend on, all fluff.. Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read that, i'd like your thoughts on it..

-unlabeled anon (for now)

Dottore would never trust anyone else to handle something so important, as both your doctor and your lover he is more than capable of taking care of you. You're thankful for this, knowing you're in skilled hands, but of course, you still can't help but be scared of undergoing surgery. Dottore, not being the best with these matters, would just hold you and reassure you that it would be over before you know it. Unfortunately, for all of his skill, he still can't exactly stop the pain afterward, but he still tries to find a solution. He is not a scholar for no reason. He would experiment with different mixtures and formulas, not resting until he managed to make something that's better than the last. Which you know of but can't exactly stop him from overworking, but with enough begging you can convince him to take a break and cuddle with you. During these breaks, he would always question you regarding your current state, which you love him for, but you would still like to have a normal conversation with him! The segments as well, they always pop in regularly to check in on you. They make sure you're comfortable and have your needs met in as many ways as they can. Zandy too, he would be more than willing to be your little helper and at your beck and call. Not wanting you to strain yourself.

Pantalone would spare no expense if it meant you could feel even the slightest bit more comfortable. Of course, he consults with only the best of the best to get the best possible recommendations. He certainly doesn't see a problem with spending his money this way, even if you feel a bit guilty he's spent this much on you again (not just the medical stuff, but also numerous gifts and services he has provided for you) but Pantalone would always shush you by kissing you. You're his lover, it's only natural that he makes sure only the best. And he will see to that. Pantalone usually likes keeping his work life away from his personal one, so as to focus all of his attention on you, but this is different. Good thing the bedroom is big enough to fit his office stuff. He also doesn't let Fatui agents come in so as to not bother or disturb you (though they are panicking over how to relay messages to the Harbinger, he gets a lot of papers slipped under the door for a while.) He keeps an eye on you more than you think, you don't really know how he multitasks like that but you're thankful regardless.

Capitano would initially be scared to hold you - you're weak right now and he's scared of accidentally hurting you. But even he can see how much you need him right now so he manages to get over his fear. He's super gentle with you, it seems uncharacteristic of a man like him but he can't help it. He wants to help you as much as someone like him can, even though he's wholly inexperienced and awkward with such things. Capitano would kind of be a large guard dog with the touch of a little puppy, he's a silent man in general so many times you find him staring at you silently as if to ask what he can do to ease your pain. Another one who's at your beck and call except he's not the best but he's learning. He's the one who has made a whole checklist and reads it off in the same voice every day, it honestly gets comedic eventually and then he's confused why you're giggling. All in all, he's not used to being so gentle, but he's always willing to do so for you.

[whumpbug]

new ocs!!!

hi gang!!!!!!!!!!!! i've been hinting at more characters for a bit and HERE THEY ARE!!! i might try to use the whumperless event to intro them a bit more, but if anyone has any drabble requests until then feel free to send em in! and if you have any clarifying questions, PLEASE ask them!!!

as you can tell, i love westerns. i love cowboys. i NEEDED a cowboy/wild west setting to whump in so i made these guys (yes i am aware their color palletes are just simon and archie in a different font. i am a one trick pony.)

sidenote: rdr2 fans, you're gonna love this (these two are practically rdr2 ocs) (′ꈍᴗꈍ‵)

onto the boys (men?? we'll go with men.) this post is embarassingly long. strap in guys.

picrew here (though i couldn't find one that captured their looks the way i envisioned.... sigh i need to start drawing again. anyways, i included some outfits to go along with them!

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eugene (gene) delaney

age: 28

height: 6'2

occupation: deputy sherriff (his town is called Whiteridge)

description: gene is. well, for lack of better words, he has a stick up his ass. that is to say that he is very particular about things, namely the safety of his town and the activities that go down in it. he cares very much about keeping the streets safe from gangs and criminals because his mother was killed by a gang when he was just a child and he knows the dangers of having bad people run around unrestrained. also, the sherriff he works under is crooked and useless, so gene is left with a lot of responsibility in terms of managing Whiteridge. he's strong-willed and intelligent, but very morally conflicted about many things. he wants whats best for his people, but is controlling everything with an iron grip really the best way to go about it?

here is his outfit that you'll usually see him in!

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cassidy "silver" mccoy

age: 27

height: 6'0

occupation: outlaw/one of "montana's boys"

description: cassidy gets his nickname "silver" from his silver tongue. he's been known to talk his way out of death more times than he can count. he runs with a gang lead by a man named welles montana, and he is one of montana's most respected men. he was taken in by montana when he was very young, and believes he owes him his life. he trusts him blindly and is convinced evetything he does is for a good cause, even if sometimes it's questionable. he greatly enjoys his job and loves seeing the fruits of his labor in the form of hungry kids getting to eat for the first time in weeks, or single mothers able to afford a new dress. he did not grow up wealthy, so what he does is very personal. despite wanting to appear smooth and charismatic, he is a deeply feeling person that sort of lets his emotions rule him.

here is his typical outfit!

a bit about montana's gang: they lead robin hood-esque type heists where they exclusively take from the wealthy to give to the poor, but their methods are often violent and destructive. also, montana himself is not a very good man but cassidy doesn't necessarily know that. montana is sort of leading a double life where he spends part of his time with his gang and the other part with the wealthy assholes they're trying to take down. none of his gang know he is getting the best of both worlds and betraying them all. he's very manipulative and acts as a whumper in this story. cassidy is at his beck and call, and follows orders often without question.

also, there is a rival gang lead by a man named o'malley. they are your typical old western gang with no strict morals, sort of just trying to get the most money they can. members of o'malley's gang act mostly as whumpers as they are much more harmful and destructive than montana's boys, and have it out for cassidy specifically.

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their relationship/more background info:

cassidy and gene have a bit of a cat and mouse thing going on. cassidy often pulls heists with his boys in plain sight and since gene is the deputy, he's the one sent to bring him into custody. the two spend quite a bit of time together because of it. (cassidy is an escape artist. he is never locked up for more than a few days. gene hates this.) to gene, cassidy is infuriating. he believes you can't fight fire with fire and that cassidy is just causing more problems with his violent approach to "helping others"

cassidy on the other hand, loves to tease and provoke gene. when they first meet, it's while cassidy is locked up in a jail cell. he clocks how "stuck up" gene is, and sees it as a challege to try and piss of gene as much as he can and get away with it. he knows and he and gene actually have very similar goals: protect the people that can't protect themselves, but gene's approach feels too slow and ineffective to cassidy. still, he respects his dedication and never actively wants to cause him harm. regardless, cassidy's loyalty to montana is stronger than any respect he has for gene (AT FIRST), so the two have an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers type thing going on

as for a silly detail, even though the two men are less than fond of eachother, their horses are infatuated with eachother. they seriously have the biggest crushes on eachother, and make it known that they are upset when they have to be seperated.

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BONUS here are their respective horses:

this is calliope, gene's mare. she is sweet as sweet can be, very gentle and extremely, totally spoiled by gene.

this is scotch, cassidy's gelding. he is opinionated and stubborn and only answers to cassidy (and even then, it's only about half the time)

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thank you so much for listening to be ramble! i plan to have at least one fic of these guys during the event, maybe more, but i'm honestly so excited for them. i've been wanting to make ocs like them for a LONG time and here they finally are!! i hope you all enjoy!

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[osamua]

CW: Bandages

Pairing: Any masc reader/ male identified reader

Pronouns: he/him

★Headcanons

○ When you guys first started dating, he was like, "Am I really okay to even date such a hot and handsome guy like you?" Or "How could someone like you even be with me...!?"

○ He was your friend first, so it wasn't like you guys had just met, and that made the trust of your relationship grow.

○ When you were friends, he'd mostly just flirt in a jokingly manner all the time until you caught on.

"Oh wait...shit- do friends joke about this?" You thought for the millionth time that day.

○ He'd call you "My boy, my sweet,my love" or any pet name that he feels he can only ever call you.

○ definitely says 'sweetheart' most of the time, and other than that, he will barely say your name unless faced with serious matters.

○ He'd never thought he would have such a close relationship with you. So saying these names made his feel even luckier to have you.

○ Absolutely just loves to hear your ideas and philosophies about anything and everything.

○ based on that, he loves studying you so much that sometimes his brain gets fried that he doesn't pay attention to the conversation at all.

○ His heart completely short circuits when you give him gifts as a thank you for being with you.

○ loves kissing you on your cheek when you're in public, or when you visit his agency, he can't keep his sticky fingers to himself.

○ will ramble on to atsushi and kunikida about how much his boyfriend (you) means to him every two seconds!

○ he loves to take naps on you. Physically, on top of you with his head pushed into your beck or chest. Sliding his arms around your neck into a comforting embrace.

○ His hair is so soft and fluffy that you can never not to touch his hair, and he loves it too

○ He will get sad when he has a mission and leaves you hanging for a while. So, when he comes back, he gives you all the treats and love you deserve.

○ Dazai loves the feeling of your hands no matter what size they are. He also let's youwrap his bandages for him. That's why they're always too perfect and tight.

○ When you guys take baths, he's always the one to hold you and ask random questions about your day. As for cleanliness, he just shares that Mens Dove shampoo 5 in 1 with you. But hey, it's cheap and 5 in 1 ??

[insanescriptist]

Hi Izzy! I'm not sure if this has been asked before, but why does Ganauche III have a Sun Guardian flame bond with Vongola Nono? And why is it uneven/unhealthy? I've reread Umei's fics and KHR and I can't see where the bond was stated.

Long story short, Ganauche the 3rd really wanted to belong -in fic he was originally meant to go to one of Nono's sons as a Guardian- and Vongola Nono seemingly accepted him once he needed a new Lightning post-Cradle.

So Ganauche went all in and Nono went very superficial. Hence the uneveness of it.

As for why it's uneven/unhealthy well... okay. So they accepted the power imbalance ie Nono is Ganauche's boss.

However it's also well known that Flame Bonding isn't just Boss and Subordinate; the other Flames are Valued for their abilities and insights and connections. Political Appointments especially are valued for their insights and connections and abilities. Ganauche was meant to be a Political Appointment. His famiglia invested in his Flame Training.

That Nono and Ganauche actually Bonded? Ganauche's famiglia was thrilled. (Gotta remember that in-fic, depending on fic, Lambo got all but sold to Tsuna through the CEDEF contract to accomplish getting one of their famiglia members into Tsuna's immediate circle.)

Nono however, only truly values two of his Guardians, Coyote and Nougat. You know, the only two who are his age. The others, eh.

They're there. They've sworn loyalty and obey. They're trusted with tasks and to see them done, or enable Nono to be able to do them himself, by whatever means may be necessary.

Ganauche... well.

Even in the little we see him in the manga, he gets stuck with the more menial stuff. Like you could tie that into in-fic Lightning training being shit and not expecting much out of someone who was trained in the Vongola Lightning training program on Nono's part.

So Nono's not really valuing anything of what Ganauche brings to the Vongola and to him, as Nono Vongola or even as Timoteo personally.

Which is shitty employer behavior and more shitty when you're basically a version of soul bound to another. Especially as it appears that Nono doesn't respect Ganauche as an individual in fic, as Ganauche has been dumped by girlfriends by missing dates for being at Nono's beck and call. For again, menial stuff.

When you have a relationship and one party fails to respect the other's needs and wants, that is a boundary violation. Is this inherently unhealthy or abusive? No. Sometimes it's called being an asshole. Is it still emotional neglect to a person who should be brought into your confidences because you're now spiritually bound together? Yes. Is it disrespect to Ganauche's person? Yes. His position? Yes. His famiglia? Yes.

Ganauche's relationship with Nono isn't actively and purposefully abusive. It's neglectful and mostly accidentally demeaning. It is harmful to Ganauche's mental state and his social life over time.

Tl; dr: Ganauche wants a real Guardian and Sky relationship and Nono just wants a placeholder to do stuff for him sometimes.

[yanderes-galore]

Based on a poll I did. I wanted to do a short story but couldn't find enough ideas for a plot. This is mostly just me spilling potential fic ideas. Lemme know if you all like this idea :D

Yandere! Demon Lord! Reinhardt Concept/Ideas

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Attempts at forced marriage, Dubious relationship, Possessive behavior, Violence, Implied murder, Ownership.

A lot of this has to be HC because the actual even doesn't say much.

In the event all we know is Reinhardt takes the role as a Demon Lord who wants to rule the world with demons.

He lives on Mount Malevento which is like a volcano.

That's about all we get as even his role isn't taken seriously, lol.

So I feel you could write him in two ways.

A sadistic demon lord who wants to rule the world and make life Hell for everyone.

Or he's a bit misunderstood, actually being rather lighthearted rather then sadistic but keeps the same goal of ruling the world.

The second idea would bring out Reinhardt's usual persona more.

Either way how you'd most likely meet through kidnapping.

Y'know, it's the traditional tale of a royal being kidnapped by a dragon or demon.

You could be a royal, a close friend of the Queen, or maybe even a civilian.

You're picked seemingly by random or because Reinhardt sees you as a bargaining chip.

I feel the dynamic would be you two slowly getting to know each other while you're a prisoner.

For this I'd imagine Reinhardt has a castle on top of Mount Malevento.

He'd keep his darling there in a cell until he can trust them.

Of course I could have this concept and story go the usual way of sadistic demon with unfortunate darling.

But I'm actually partial to the idea of Reinhardt being misunderstood.

Like, for a Demon Lord he's strangely jovial.

Even though he has you in a cell, he comes to speak to you himself and often asks all about you.

It's strangely innocent as he makes sure you have perfect hospitality.

Demonic servants are at your beck and call because their Lord has a strange adoration towards you.

This version of Demon Lord! Reinhardt is my favorite as it still feels like Reinhardt?

He gives you grande meals to your taste, he offers you clothes, and punishes any other demon who lays a claw on you.

For looking like such an intimidating ruler, he really is softer than he looks.

There is still some sadism but he treats you well.

I imagine this could be a darker version of "Beauty and The Beast" except Darling is GN.

A twist that could be done is Reinhardt is actually just acting really sweet to tempt you.

That could add in incubus elements along with other ideas of "temptation" usually involved with traditional demons.

Perhaps Reinhardt is actually slowly making you used to him.

Soon you're not in a cell and instead in your own room, decked out in reds and blacks while lined with gold.

Reinhardt makes everything seem like a dream.

Who knew the big scary "evil" Demon Lord was actually such a nice guy?

Reinhardt's plan is probably to make you fall for him willingly.

He'll go through the slow a meticulous courting process... then maybe even convince you to marry him.

That would mean all his sweetness is just for his own benefit in the end.

It could all be a facade just so he can get you as his little spouse.

Imagine if you began to realize his true nature?

You've seen how he treats all the other demons, he's brutal.

Yet he's so sweet with you?

Like he isn't a corrupt demon who murders?

I think if you stopped being receptive to his jovial and sweet persona he'd swap his tune rather quickly.

Once he realizes he isn't winning you over anymore you'll probably see the more fierce persona.

You're going to love him like he planned, like it or not...!

"Do you really think you can ignore me that easily, dear?"

I imagine if you rebel he's going to not mind giving you Hell.

He may berate you more or be more forceful since you aren't complying.

He's given you everything and you toss it back in his face?

Unbelievable.

Reinhardt would be the type to force you into his lap while on his throne.

He feels you belong to him.

He tried being nice, he tried treating you like you were equals...

But that isn't working, is it?

As a result, he'll just need to rush things.

Soon you'll learn fighting him is pointless.

A Demon Lord always gets what he wants.

He'll be treated as a king!

Even if you'll no longer consent to marriage willingly, that can change.

I feel this would be a good way to incorporate Reinhardt being sadistic while also being himself.

Go along with things and you'll be treated like royalty by the large demon.

Despise him and fight... then he'll show you how real demons act.

Overall, Demon Lord! Reinhardt could ironically make your life Heaven with the cost being your freedom and loyalty to him.

Or he could make your life Hell if you try to leave him and his generous hospitality.

[yukidragon]

What was Bo like with his flings? Was he rough with them when having "fun"? What would he do if one of his flings developed romantic feelings for him and is jealous of Barbie and wants to harm her?

Oh ho, you want to know some of the kinky details do you? Well let me slap on a quick warning and tag people before we get started.

Content Warning: this post contains talk of criminal activities, violence, murder, sex, and rough sex including kinks like biting, clawing, blood play, hunting, degrading, and breeding. All sex will be fully consenting by all parties involved no matter how rough it gets.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

We all know how much of an animal Bo is as a digital pet, but in the Mafia AU he had a lot more time to act on those animal instincts without the plastic egg to confine him. He's spent years hunting people down like a dog, often catching them through scent alone. He's ripped and torn into people with his fangs and claws, relishing in the power he wields and the excitement that the fear of his prey brings him. He's grown to enjoy the taste of blood and the smell of fear.

Sex for Bo was for similar animalistic gratification. He used people in the same way that he was always used, without affection or attachments to get in the way. If he found someone attractive who was open to letting him have his way with them, he would pounce on the opportunity and them. Naturally, he would always make it crystal clear to whoever he slept with that he was in control and that they were just his fuck toy until he got bored with them. If they weren't okay with that, then he'd go elsewhere to get his dick wet.

Bo had yet to bond with anyone emotionally until he found his puppy. He never found anyone he could trust or even just wanted to trust. He was on a leash since the day he was created, constantly at others' beck and call without a single care for his feelings. He was made to be a killer, forced to fight and obey. It was all he was allowed to know. If he didn't, the consequences would be pain... and if he was deemed useless, he would be put down like a dog.

Inside, Bo is a very scarred individual, though he won't let anyone know it. He shows confidence and abrasiveness to cover up that soft scared puppy inside him that just wanted to be loved but was always denied. He doesn't even admit to himself that he has a softer side at all at this point. As far as he's concerned, that weak puppy he used to be was mauled to death not long after he was born.

Bo knew all too well what happened to the others who were created like him and what their fate was if they were weak, useless, and fought too hard against their creator's leash.

In comparison to the scientist that first made him, Jack is a better master for Bo... relatively. I haven't ironed out the details of how the switch over went down exactly, but it involved a conflict with the scientist that made Bo, as well as other experiments like Simoun. Bo was almost killed in the ensuing scuffle between the scientist's group and the Blouin Family, but Jack saw potential in keeping Bo around. Bo just needed to be trained to a new master.

The scientist was a sadistic monster, experimenting with humans and using them as playthings. They were someone who dabbled in biological and cybernetic enhancements with the intent to improve humanity. They didn't have any morals or care for their fellow humans and "recycled" the failures that didn't quite make the cut. Bo was always balancing on the edge of a knife when under the scientist's control.

Jack allows Bo a bit more freedom and with less restrictions, mostly as a reward for good behavior. Jack has a much better sense of when to use the carrot or the stick to get people to do what he wants, and of course he has quite the silver tongue. Bo dislikes having a master holding his leash at all, but he saw potential in using Jack to get what he wanted. Jack is aware that Bo isn't content in being on a leash, but he can work with it.

Bo did try to seduce Jack early on, but Jack shut that down immediately. Bo learned quickly his new boss does not like to be touched by anyone.

In retrospect, Bo decided it was for the best he didn't sleep with Jack. There's no doubt his master would dominate him in bed, and he can't abide by that.

Bo constantly lives under the control of others. He's not going to let that happen to him when he's blowing off steam too.

Bo isn't afraid to call an end to sexy times if the person he's seducing refuses to be dominated by him and wants him to be the submissive one instead. He has a desperate need to be in control, and he refuses to give it up to anyone. He uses people to get off and make himself feel more powerful than he actually does about himself deep down. He especially likes it if the person he's sleeping with is intimidated or afraid of him as well as being aroused, though he never does anything without their consent.

Bo refuses to take away a person's ability to consent when it comes to sex. He'll be a terror in the bedroom, but only for someone who is into that sort of thing. He's lived a life of his own consent stripped away from him. He won't do it to anyone else when it comes to sex. He'll tease and seduce, even while he makes it clear how dangerous he is, how easily he could hurt them. He's in control, and he gets off on making them beg him to do such dirty things to them.

Of course, when it comes to pure violence with no sex involved, consent doesn't matter. You can beg Bo not to hurt you, but if you're a target for his master or have something he wants in his own plans to get his freedom, well... you better hope he gets bored of chasing you so he doesn't draw out your suffering for long.

Such is life in such a brutal and bloody world of organized crime.

Bo loves to be the hunter both in and out of the bedroom. He's got a good nose, and he's damn good at tracking people down. The thrill of the hunt makes him feel alive. He's in control and no matter what tricks his prey pulls, he'll always catch them in the end.

When Bo finally catches his prey, he loves to taunt them and take a bite, often ripping out entire chunks out of them in a gruesome, bloody fashion. Of course, during sexy times he only bites as hard as his partner will let him, but he does enjoy the taste of blood. He'd be a fan of bloodplay should his partner consent to it.

Sex and violence both give Bo a lot of similar thrills. He gets off on being the alpha dog in total control of another person's life. Hunting someone he plans to kill gives him the same sort of euphoria that he gets when having sex. He's in total control of someone else. What happens to them is up to him.

In some ways Bo enjoys violence more than sex. He doesn't have to care what the other person wants when he's out to hurt or kill them. Their life is in his hands as if he was their god.

Still, not even the most exciting kill can give the same euphoria as a good orgasm.

It's also not the same as being truly wanted by someone.

Bo can be pretty rough in the bedroom, giving bites, digging his claws into hips, leaving bruises and cuts behind.. He can be a real animal, howling, snarling, and growling. He also enjoys degrading his partners, getting off on reminding them that he's the one in control and they're the desperate slut begging for his cock.

Understandably, Bo can be a bit too intense for some people. It's not uncommon for a fling to suddenly call it quits in the middle of sexy times because Bo was too much of an animal for them to handle.

Although Bo isn't a fan of being blue balled, he's not going to stop them if they want to leave. Annoyance is covered up by his cocky attitude, and he'll sooner taunt them for missing out on a good thing than let himself reflect that their rejection might hurt him or that he is actively pushing others away.

His flings don't matter to him, so it doesn't matter if they abandon him.

Refusing to let others in emotionally shields Bo from the world, but it also prevents him from sincerely connecting with anyone. It leaves him with a hole inside that just keeps getting deeper and deeper, leaving him endlessly wanting. The hole is patched over briefly by his flings, as he gets to savor the feeling of being desired, even if only for his body, but it never lasts.

That sort of impermanence tends to lead to Bo getting bored of his partners rather quickly. There's a few people he sleeps with on a semi-regular basis - think maybe once or twice a month - but most of the time he's hunting for someone new. Being desired by more people, hunting down a reluctant prey and making them beg to be taken by him is more thrilling than already conquered territory.

Sometimes Bo's flings have wanted more from him than just sex, and he's always quick to shut that down. He made it clear from the start that he's only there to fuck. He's a dog that won't be tied down to anyone. If they can't handle it, then he's gone.

It's entirely possible there could be at least one person who pretends to be okay with this arrangement, but secretly hopes that they can be something more to Bo one day.

Of course, chances are if someone in such deep denial found out about Bo's feelings for Barbie, that might drive them crazy.

Bo isn't going to let anyone hurt his puppy. By the time he's yandere for Barbie, he's willing to torment or kill just about anyone who lays a hand on her.

Although Bo isn't loyal to his flings, he'll at least do the courtesy of giving them a warning once he catches wind of something foul. He'll make it very clear that if he gets even a sniff of them thinking of doing anything to his puppy, they're going to find out just how sharp this hunting dog's fangs really are.

If a verbal threat alone isn't enough, then maybe a broken bone or two will send a better message.

If they actually hurt or nearly kill Barbie though... Ho boy, Bo isn't going to show mercy, even if they have history together. He's a man who eliminates threats. Permanently.

Over time, Bo feels less interest in sleeping with anyone else as his obsession with Barbie grows. Even when he slept with someone else during this period of time, he finds it less enjoyable than it should be. He notices the emptiness of it more, which makes him aware that it isn't really what he wants. Only by imagining his current partner is Barbie does he get some of the spark back. It becomes more of just a fantasy about all the things he plans to do with her once his puppy finally submits to him.

Still, it's not the same. His fantasies never quite have the same spark Barbie has. Bo can never quite get her right in his fantasies. He can imagine her whimpering and mewling, begging to be fucked shamelessly like any of his flings, but there's a dissonance that takes him out of the moment. It's not her, and he can't quite match his fantasies to her, especially if the person he's screwing at the time ruins the fantasy by complaining about him calling out another person's name.

Eventually, Bo finds more satisfaction in his own hands than in another random person's bed. Being with someone else isn't the same as bantering with Barbie. There's a tension in the air whenever they're together that is irresistible to him. Her eyes are always full of fire, and he can't help but be drawn to them. She knows she is weaker than him, but she makes up for it in being clever, and she refuses to let him or anyone else break her strong spirit. It's hard not to admire her for that.

There's also this itch Bo feels when he sees how surprisingly gentle Barbie is with her family. He spies on her and catches these candid moments. Although Barbie is prickly with most everyone, for her family she has another side, a protective and even sweet side. It's rare and precious, only for a select few, and she'll fight tooth and nail to keep them safe.

Barbie knows who she is and what she wants. She won't let anyone stop her. She is fierce and will fight the entire world. Yet, when she loves someone, she can show such a tenderness that Bo can't help but want for himself.

Bo wants that side of Barbie. He wants all sides of her. His obsession drives him to the point that eventually he'll be willing to submit himself to someone else for the first time ever. She's the first person he's ever truly loved. He wants so, so much more than just to conquer her in bed. He wants her everything... and he wants a future with her where he can get to experience every side of her that she keeps hidden from the world.

Barbie unlocks Bo's breeding kink. He never wanted kids before, knowing they'd be messed up mutants like him. His life was shit and he had no intention of creating more pups like him to be forced into a life of blood and violence.

But the idea of pups with those beautiful eyes full of fire like Barbie's... Bo can't help but want that. He wants that soft domestic life that Barbie gets to experience with her family, only with him and their children. The two of them are strong, so their pups would be strong as well.

The pups could also grow up knowing softness as well. They could know... love.

Bo could finally know love.

That love Barbie shows her family... Bo wants that. He wants that so badly, but even more. He wants to be the only one she truly needs. He wants her to obsess over him, desire him, be willing to destroy the world for him. He loves her so much that he'll do anything to get her love... even if it makes him do the unforgivable - be weak and submit to someone else of his own volition.

For the first time... Bo allows himself to dream of the future, of the family that he always wanted when he was that weak little puppy who was naïve and innocent... who still didn't yet know why he was created or what the world was really like.

Of course... Bo will be having a difficult time accomplishing his dream while constantly being at odds with Barbie. Her stubbornness and fierce determination draw him in, but also keep him at arm's length. He's got quite the uphill battle ahead of him.

Though, not quite as much as the version of the Mafia AU where Barbie is a singer. Really, that'd be quite interesting if they were flirting and sparks were flying before things become complicated when Alice suddenly gets inducted to the Blouin family...

Hmm... You know I wonder if I could blend the two together...

But that's for another post. I hope you enjoyed this spicy Bo-centric ramble about a very scarred dog that hides just how desperate he is for love behind a mask of violence and arrogance.

[bardsoup]

On a 10 Investigation Check, you come across a well-loved book of paper ruled for writing music. Inside are mostly unfinished songs; lyrics scribbled and rewritten dozens of times, indecisive chord progressions, some pages torn out completely. In between these bardic musings, though, hidden amongst the dissonance, are what appears to be journal entries penned in hasty script. 

Who would leave their private journal out in the open like this? You wonder. Someone who feels they have nothing to hide, perhaps. Or someone who doesn't think hard enough about these things. 

Your curiousity gets the better of you, and you flip to the next entry you find. 

I'm beginning to think I'm a cruel joke the Gods are playing on the world. It's not normal for all of this madness to follow someone's step. If this is what I'm supposed to be doing, why am I so bad at it? I can't even help people properly. 

I pray that Roan's heart stays soft despite what he knows now. I hope that leaving the necklace with him helps him heal. I hope this shit town is kind to him, or that he can find somewhere else to be.

Kova and Merc BECK haven't been acting right since yesterday. They've never acted right, really. Kova's always had something to hide, and I've tried my best respectful about it all, I really have. This is different, though. Something's happened that they aren't telling us. 

I always have this feeling that they don't trust me to know things. I suppose they're right, considering what I've done now. I hope Blue SHE finds a safe place to lay low for a while. I don't know what I'd do if she got caught because of me. 

Kitty is puzzling. I don't know what to make of her. She knows things and she doesn't care to share them. It's odd that nobody finds the talking to herself strange. Am I just being an ass? No. No, it IS weird. They're just being polite, I suppose. Or they're afraid of an answer. I'll figure it out for myself. 

I can see the mountains from my window. I can almost hear the hum of Mum's tavern- MY tavern. I miss my bed. I miss the smell of the earth. I miss Mum, my whole family. 

Later, we leave to this wretched, water-rotted town. Not a moment too soon. I'll be glad to leave the smell of fish and salt behind me. I don't know where we'll go next, but anywhere is better than here if you ask me. 

I can't shake this doubt, though. I'm not convinced that this is what I'm meant to be doing. But who am I to argue with a God? 

I just hope Tem was right. For everyone's sake. 

You shut the journal quickly, and set it back exactly as you found it. Whoever this belongs to, what they have going on is none of your business.

[crispy-buddies-bakery]

I have gained the trust of the Pond Dino, who said they wanted to be called Beck, and the Stardust gave me xyr name! They wanted to be called Cosmo!

Cosmo still won't let me get close, bu he accepted some treats I left out. He doesn't seem incredibly damaged, mostly a few cracks or dents.

I have observed them going into xyr more avian-like form, and was wondering if that was to do wtih stress, or if injuries didn't transfer to that second form, or if maybe he was showing off to Beck?

I see, I am quite happy to see them now a little bit better in your company!

thats odd, Most Stardusts will only transform into their avian form if they feel threatened or in battle, perhaps they are quite stressed but it is impossible to tell

the key is communication, try to speak to Cosmos on what is the matter and ask if you can do anything to help him or at the very least, ease him of what he is going through.

[evecolourshock]

I had Thoughts (hi OP by the way, your art is amazing and I hope you don't mind?)

Beck doesn't trust the User.

Granted, according to Tron trust even for Users should be earned rather than given, but this one is even more confusing than most and Beck doesn't like it.

The first time he'd met User_SamFlynn, Beck had felt distrust and terror seize his circuits like no one else had managed to elicit. User_SamFlynn was a creation of User_KevinFlynn, just like CLU, and this one had all the powers the tyrant had coveted. If this User chose to crush the Grid under his thumb, he could do so in nanos.

Beck had stood tall that meeting, face carved from stone like his mentor had taught him and seething. Every analysis he ran screamed that this was a threat and needed to be eliminated - the only reason he had stuck to glaring instead of fighting was Tron's steady hand on his shoulder. He honestly doesn't remember much of what had been discussed, too busy fighting his own combat processes honed over countless cycles (fighying the urge to derez - too many deletions on his hands but that had been the cost of survival), just barbed words and the User storming off in a huff, trailed by an apologetic ISO_Quorra.

It had taken half a millicycle for Beck's hands to stop shaking afterwards.

So many are singing the User's praises, how he's fixing the Grid, restoring faith in Users at large - rumours of bringing in other Users, so they could help too - and undoing Clu's corruption.

Beck's waiting for the executioner's disc to show. Steeling himself for it to come bearing the face of a friend.

Because Quorra had outed him as the Renegade to the User, with no care for how he felt about an identity he'd still kept secret this long being exposed like that. Because yes Tron was back, but he'd been restored by the User, and Tron had been fine (if injured) before CLU had triggered his hack and set the twisted shell on the unsuspecting Argon populace and had only barely managed to avoid exposing or derezzing Beck by virtue of Beck not being there.

Because Paige had nearly derezzed him for being who and what he is, and while her derezolution at his hands had been an accident he'd never really recovered from having to strike someone he'd been close to.

Because Beck's tired of betrayals, and this time would let the disc hit because he's done with adding to the voxels on his hands.

User_SamFlynn hasn't done anything yet though. Beck hasn't even seen him after that tense first meeting, the User going out of his way to avoid Tron's successor.

It sets Beck on edge.

Quorra tried to mediate, like she hadn't taken all of Beck's hard work at a secret identity and set it on fire. He'd snapped at her about some things not being hers to tell, and the contrite look he'd received had been little comfort compared to the looming fear of how short his future would be. A thousand cycles of subterfuge and missed shifts and hidden scars, countless near-misses and even more missions, torn apart with five words. No, he would not be forgiving Quorra, and he would not be trusting User_SamFlynn any time soon.

After all, the Renegade still has a lot of work to do.

Which, of course, means that the one time he's actually able to get mostly through a shift without interruptions or Mara breathing down his neck is the one shift the User comes stumbling in on. Because that's the way Beck's luck works. He prays to the Grid for strength.

"Uh, I can come back later-?" User_SamFlynn starts, but not only is he unsure he's slurring. Beck turns, runs a clinical eye over the User. Helmet broken, not retracted. Eyes slightly glassy, swaying on his feet, abrasions on one side leaking User life liquid (he can afford to lose a little, Beck knows from Tron, but it's better not to). Gridsuit armour worn away.

A crash, then. Falling off a lightcycle somehow.

"No." Beck crosses the room in three strides, shoulders set broad - too much like the Renegade for this setting, but comforting enough to feel safer than his normal slouch. "With me, now."

User_SamFlynn makes as if to protest, but the raised eyebrow Beck's had used on him many a time forces the User to acquiesce.

The abrasions are easy enough, as the Gridsuit protected the User from the worst of the sliding damage. But the User is definitely concussed, and unfortunately Beck's the only one around right now who knows how to deal with a concussion, having had plenty of his own. Rest, but no sleep. Lots of questions. Motion and observation checks. Time consuming, and boring, and Beck doesn't really want to be around the User for the several millicycles it'll take him to recover enough to get out and go see a User specialist.

But. There's no one else. Tron's busy enough with his own problems, Quorra isn't on the Grid in the first place, and Beck doesn't know how to contact anyone else with enough experience to deal with a concussed User. So. His problem, this cycle.

In the beginning he keeps interaction to a minimum. Does the checks, sits in pointed silence, makes sure the User doesn't make an ilk-advised getaway. He has cuffs, and is not afraid to use them if he needs to.

User_SamFlynn fidgets. It's somehow more annoying than him talking. "Ask." Beck instructs, poring over the User's baton. For anyone else, it would be a write-off, but Beck's more stubborn than the damage.

"Why do you hate me?" The User asks, sounding small and injured - no grandstanding left in him, thanks to the blow.

"I don't." Beck answers truthfully, flicking out Bodhi's parts scanner and using it for its intended function of accessing tricky repairs. Instead of, well. Locks. Escaping cuffs. Bomb defusion. Sabotage. Any and all of the above and then some.

"You do!" The User insists. "You hate me. Why?"

"I don't hate you, I don't trust you. There's a difference."

"But-!" The User cuts himself off. Beck glances up to gauge if he needs to escalate anything, but the User is clearly trying to phrase what he means instead of struggling. "Fine. What can I do to earn that trust, then? Tron trusts me, is that not good enough?"

"You had your fingers in Tron's code, so no. It's not good enough. You could have made him trust you." Beck fires back, a little more ruthlessly than he intends, and the User deflates. Beck sighs, fight immediately snuffing out again. "Just- just delete me yourself instead of making my friend do the work for you. That's all I ask."

"I don't want you dead!" User_SamFlynn squawks.

"And?" Beck shrugs. "You're not the first to say that to me and then try to sink a disc in my back. There's only been one who didn't do it on purpose."

User_SamFlynn looks at him in horror. Beck grins sharply, and it hurts - he lets the glamour drop so he can take some strain off his scars. "You know who and what I am. Not by my choice, but you know." User_SamFlynn looks even more devastated. "Too many have done too much, and I don't care what happens to me any more. However. If you hurt Tron, if you take away his ability to choose for himself what he wants to do, what orders he wants to follow? There is nowhere you will be able to hide from me. He's been hurt and used enough already."

User_SamFlynn nods once, resolve breaking through the fog of his injuries. "I won't. And if anything like that happens, I want you to stop me. Before he gets really hurt."

Beck hums. "With pleasure."

The glamour flows back on easily. The silence returns, a bit more peaceful than it was.

Beck neither trusts, nor particularly likes the User. But now he feels like they can come to an understanding.

The girls are trying to explode each other with their minds 💥

[gildedcaqes]

3, 4, 8 !

( again, go wild !! )

3. What is your muse’s biggest regret? 

Char: Kamille.

Char has done countless horrible things, has so much to regret—and yet, his greatest regret is what he's done to Kamille. Taking a loving father and turning him into a machine, noticing the lack of light in those eyes when he woke up—it's the one thing that will keep Char awake at night. Axis's failure doesn't bother him, no attempted or assisted genocide crosses his mind at night. Causing Amuro to run and hide, flinch from him—none of it matters as much as looking at Kamille and seeing a stranger. Hearing Kamille scream and cry, "You mutilated me! I don't even recognize you anymore, Char! You're-- you're some kind of monster!" Sometimes he can still feel Kamille gripping his uniform shirt, shaking him and begging "take it out, take the metal out of my head! Please!"

Amuro: Char.

Trusting that man was the worst decision of his life. How they left off after the OYW was bad enough—but letting him in during Gryps, letting Char convince him that he'd changed, that he wasn't some kind of monster... "I trusted you! I thought- I thought you changed, you said...!" Never again. Amuro prefers to be alone, now. No one will be able to scare him enough to hide under the tables in the Argama's café, nothing can scare him into staying in populated rooms so Char can't bother him behind closed doors. But when the phone rings, it's hard to keep himself from picking up the phone.

Kamille: Char.

The one person that he felt really understood him. He entrusted custody of his son to this man, for God's sake—all while having no idea what he really was. "Don't! Don't come any closer you—you fucking animal! Where did you put him, where is my son?! I'll kill you, Char!" Kamille still flinches away from hands. He still wakes up with headaches, hands moving to the scar on the nape of his neck. And when he looks at Full Frontal, all he can think of is the monster that took everything from him.

4. How many scars does your muse have?

Char:

Uncertain. A Baoa Qu scar on his forehead, of course. Thanks to ... well, having an insane amount of money, he got reconstructive cosmetic surgeries after Axis - so he has considerably less burn scars than he did before them. He does have scars on his face, but they're faint and mostly from things that weren't the burns from Axis. A scar on his throat that looks suspiciously like a "G". A scar on his thigh that looks like a stab wound. Scratch marks on his arms, and shoulder. Unclear where they came from or how they managed to scar.

Amuro:

Over ten. A Baoa Qu scar on his shoulder. Burn scars all over his body, though faded. Three years was long enough for there to not be much discoloration, though it's still obvious that he was burned. Knife scars litter his body, all caused by Char. Purposefully, Char has only scarred his face this way once - a wound on the side of his mouth, the only scar Amuro can't hide. Smaller, significantly less visible burn scars on his legs. Circular in shape.

Kamille:

Around six to twelve. A small scar under his eye, almost completely faded, caused by glass from his helmet breaking at the end of Gryps. Scars wrapping around his wrists from unknown origin. Looks like rope burn, isn't. A scar on the nape of his neck. No matter how long his hair gets, he doesn't pull it into a ponytail - he hates how obvious the scar is when you can see where his hair refuses to grow. Non-coincidentally, doesn't have many scars from Char himself—save for one on his ankle, and knife wounds littering his back.

8. What does your muse fear losing the most?

Char: Control.

No matter how many times he tries to act like his biggest fear is losing an individual person, what he really fears is that loss of control. Being alone is horrifying to him, but not having someone at his beck and call is even worse. Not having someone on the proverbial leash, having to accept that humans aren't his property to tug around. Losing Kamille was devastating. Finding out that he can't control the feline anymore felt like everything had been ripped away from him.

Amuro: Privacy.

Watching the windows, stapling the curtains shut. Locking and barricading every door—waiting for the day that the door opens, and he's met with that red uniform. No matter how many guns he keeps in his house, behind every door, under every pillow, the knife he sleeps with on the couch—it doesn't help. Not when he can always feel those eyes on him.

Kamille: Banagher.

He's already lost everything. His life, his dignity, his personality, his freedom. His humanity was ripped away from him. There's nothing left to lose. But his light, his little boy, the only thing keeping him alive—he can't lose him. Not again. Every time he hears about the Gundam launching, every time he sees Banagher walk the halls of the Rewloola when he's forced to be on it, pain rises in his chest. "I'm just looking out for you, Banagher. I know we're not terribly close, but... your father would want you to be safe."