#motorbike ash

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9966/?

[spyromancy]

playful // shy

some little things drawn at different times from a pairing that resulted from a panfandom RP with my partner... i wanted to try drawing them after their piece here

[tiramis-hoon]

just watched the concept vid for dark blood... ENHA HAVE MERCY I'M NOT THAT STRONG 🙏🙏🙏

[uhhlifeig]

Bonfire - October 3 - word count: 455 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus stood alone in the small clearing, the moon barely visible through the scattered clouds. 

It was Halloween- a year to the day since Lily and James had died, since his world had crumbled.

The flickering bonfire before him cast long shadows, dancing in the dark.

In his hand, he held a photograph- one of the last remaining images of the Marauders, taken during their final year at Hogwarts. Lily had snapped it, insisting that the four of them look “at least somewhat civilized” for once. 

Sirius was grinning, his arm slung lazily around Remus’s shoulders, James was holding up a Snitch he’d stolen from practice, and Peter smiled widely, watching the little golden ball flutter around.

Remus's gaze lingered on Sirius’s face. The Sirius he’d loved so fiercely, who had stood by him during every full moon, who had shared in every laugh, every secret was now a man in Azkaban. 

A traitor. 

A murderer.

He was the reason Lily and James were dead. The reason Harry was now an orphan. The reason Peter was gone.

Remus dropped the photo onto the ground beside the fire, kneeling to open the old box that sat at his feet. 

It had been gathering dust in the back of his flat since that awful night a year ago, but he had finally mustered the courage to pull it out, to face what it contained.

Inside were more pictures, old letters, notes passed during class, memories of a time when they were whole. Back when it had all seemed so simple. 

Back when they had been invincible.

Remus took out another photo, this one from a Gryffindor party. 

The image was of them swaying drunkenly as they belted out a loud, off-key rendition of All The Young Dudes. He could still hear the laughter, the joy that had filled the common room that night.

He threw it into the fire.

The flames crackled and roared as the photo was consumed, Sirius’s face vanishing into the heat, the memory curling and turning to ash. 

He reached for more, sifting through them, one by one, until they were all consumed by the flames. 

The last to go was a photo of Sirius, just Sirius, laughing as he leaned against his motorbike, the wind tousling his hair. 

Remus had taken the picture after a long ride through the countryside. It had been one of those rare, perfect days, with the sun shining, the air fresh, and Sirius looking so alive.

Remus hesitated, his fingers brushing over Sirius’s face, a dull ache spreading through his chest.

Why did you do it? he wanted to scream. Why did you throw it all away?

Another photograph. Another memory. 

It, too, went into the fire.

[scham-wcan]

Cinder, abruptly coming into Winter’s office:

Winter: …

Cinder:

Winter: Yes, Ash-

Cinder: I bought a motorbike

Winter: You don’t even drive our car-?

Cinder: Ruby and I got bikes to race

Winter: What? No you did not-

Weiss, down the hall: YOU WHAT?

[whorediaries-09]

pick your poison, babe;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- suggestive content, fluff. a/n- imgonnagetyouback stans rise for the national anthem.

little train.

'you're blushing,' he says. the woman sitting across him laughs, making no effort to hide the obvious effect he has on her. fluttering her eyelashes at him, she runs her tongue across the row of her front teeth,

'yeah so?' she leans forward, 'haven't seen anyone fall for your charm before you?' he tilts his head back, black inky strands glowing in the dim light of the pub. the bark like laughter emits from his lips, reaching your ears like a melodious tune.

it's a wonder really, how he hasn't spotted you yet. you're not sitting much far away from sirius' little 'date'-which you'd been informed of by james. lily had informed you that it was nothing but a ploy to make you jealous.

two could play the game, you'd thought as you turned up at the pub. if you knew sirius black any better, you were sure he wouldn't choose such a shabby place for a date for a woman he actually fancied. that also confirmed your suspicions of this whole set up being just a ploy.

'let me take you home,' he said. the woman leaned closer to him, mouthing a 'sure'. he was being so bubbly. you wanted nothing more but to punch away his piously fake chivalrous acts. you wiped your greasy fingers on your lilac short skirt which fitted you like skin.

god damn it, the place didn't even have fucking tissues.

you decided you'd enough. throwing in a few notes to pay off the bill and the tips, you snuck out the pub. you searched for the pocket knife you kept in your purse; london could get dangerous at night, plan ready and steady to be put in action.

you found his motorbike standing at the pavement, so innocently. you smirked to yourself, knife digging into the tires, letting out the air.

sirius had done his research. he knew the price going in.

*-

'i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell if somebody still wants me.' you said, brushing off his efforts to flirt with you. of course you knew he wanted you. but the game was not finished. not yet, anyways. he pouted.

'i know you punctured my motorbike that night, sweetheart,' he said, casually, as if not noticing the momentary freezing of your body or your parting lips before you put on your nonchalant facade.

'i'll make sure to smash up your bike next time,' you replied, with equal mirth, even though you couldn't really escape the heat that crawled beneath your cheeks. he chuckled, the smoke billowing out his mouth. his free hand crawled to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. he leaned closer, eyes on the book on your lap. lips brushing against your ear, he whispered,

'and i'll make you think twice about it.'

and god forbid you found yourself hanging by the thread of your sanity. your stomach jolted with butterflies as he moved away, taking another drag.

turning you to ashes.

he threw the burnt end on the ground, crushing it with his boot.

'i know what i want, sweetheart. and trust me,' he breathed, getting up and standing up in front of you, finger under your jaw. 'you'll find you were never not mine.'

you smirked, raising an eyebrow.

'or maybe i'll just flip the script. take the upper hand. might just love you till the end, or leave you like a dumb house party,'

he coyly smiled.

there was danger in the heat of your touch. but god forbid he'd be lying if he hadn't already picked the heated posion.

*-

'i've got someone,' you said, blowing a raspberry at his very poor and lame attempt at impressing you. it wasn't true, of course. but he didn't need to know that. he rolled his eyes.

'say you got somebody and i'll say i got someone too. what's the point of lying to each other?'

'you're not gonna leave are you?' you asked, feigning annoyance, pulling away your feet from him, as he'd been painting your nails.

'nope. even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you,'

'you're so annoying,' you pushed your head into the soft pillow. he chuckled.

'you're a bad liar,'

you grumbled. there wasn't actually any game either of you were playing. all the both of you were doing was trying to escape from each others feelings. like a trap, to see who'd fall into it first.

the pieces were broken, but the both of you wanted to play the game.

*-

'sirius orion black!' your scream was loud, paired with the loud crash of his door. you were usually very careful when it came to rented apartments, but sirius had taken it too far this time. he had no business fucking up your date-

you slammed against his form, fresh out the shower. your cheeks instantly reddened, realizing the situation you were in. you'd just walked into sirius fresh out the shower. yet your anger overpowered any other emotion of embarrassment, so you lashed out, not really caring about the ink on his bare chest, his toned body, the white towel wrapped low and loose around his thin and narrow hips and the pellets of water flowing down his porcelain skin...

'you're staring and screaming.'

'i'm not!'

'keep telling yourself that.'

'you-shut up! you ruined my date. i was looking forward it to it-'

any further words were silenced by the harsh planting of his lips falling on yours, hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards his wet body, pushing you towards his bedroom.

'all you do is fucking talk, god sweetheart,' he grumbled, pushing you on the bed.

'i don't-'

'see, you're doing it again.' he said, knitting his eyebrows. 'we don't have to play this game, you know? the pieces are already broken.'

of course you knew it. you heard the whispers in his eyes. he made you think twice. and of course you knew you he was never not yours.

'come here,' you ordered. he smiled wolfishly, pushing your further on the mattress, lips hot on your warm skin. he kissed soft and slow along the line of your blouse, undoing the buttons with his teeth.

'you still going to smash up my bike, sweetheart?' he asked. you laughed, breathlessly.

'whether i'm going to be your wife or smash up your bike, i haven't decided yet,'

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[bcacstuff]

I realize any thoughts on this would be pure speculation at this point but I am curious as to your opinion. Where do you see Sam as ending up now that OL is done? Los Angeles? We know he has businesses there, friends probably property but in the past he has referred to his love/ hate relationship with the city. New York? He evidently loves New York and it seems the Sassenach business is focused there. ( Now the influencer Ash is also moving there). Or will Scotland remain his base. It is after all integral to his business and he says Cadder Mill is his first real home. What are your thoughts?

Right pure speculation.

My thoughts would be, first it depends on where his next job will bring him. I actually don't see him getting real foothold in the US. Rather in the UK.

He has his business in LA, well actually it's registered in Nevada last I checked. But that doesn't mean he'll end up there. He doesn't own property there (I know someone claims he has, but that's not true. I wrote a lengthy post about that in the past). All we know is he owns a motorbike in LA. But that's it and it's stalled at AN's HH house where he is right now as well given his last pics.

Anyway, I do not really see him ending up in the US, if at all he might like to get something in theater in NYC. That would likely make him stay for a while in NYC. But I doubt that will happen.

I don't think he'll give up his beloved tavern, but surely will keep traveling back and forth between the UK and the US. London might be one of the options as well.

[t4tmagicians]

Bruce apologizes to Harley as he fastens her wrists behind her. She barely seems to react, staring into the still-smoldering embers of the warehouse.

"Arkham again?" she croaks, when police officers approach them. Bruce mutters something affirmative, and all of a sudden, he's offering to drive her to the asylum himself.

She slumps in the front passenger seat of the Batmobile, streaked with soot and ash and tear marks cutting clean lines down her face. She looks tired.

"He's gettin' sick of me." She explains, no prompting necessary. Bruce can see the weight on her shoulders. They pull up to Arkham, the gates opening for the Batmobile without question.

"He threw you out a window a year ago. What's different now?" Bruce asks, keeping his voice soft. For a moment, he sees no difference between every tired young woman he meets on the street, beaten down by the world, and the diamond-patterned woman next to him.

"He don't laugh when I get hurt no more." Harley sighs, like it's a great tragedy. It probably is, for her. Bruce tempers down the tiny spark of hope in his chest.

"Maybe explore other options." Bruce offers. Harley snorts in laughter, loud and sudden.

"What other options are there?" She says, voice light and airy, but Bruce can hear the fear in it. What other options are there for Harley Quinn?

Bruce pats her on the back when she's in her cell at Arkham. She curls up dejectedly on the bed, and he mentally schedules a visit to her.

.

"I'm worried about Harley." Tim brings up during breakfast one day. "She's barely tried to escape Arkham at all this week."

Bruce passes Cass the salt, and bumps his visit up. "Hm."

.

"Bats." Harley greets, leant against the wall of her cell, shuffling playing cards. She's allowed to wear makeup, plenty of others do, but she has decided to forgo it. She looks almost naked without dramatic black shapes lining her eyes.

"Harley." He's quiet for a moment. "Any reason you're still in here?" They both know she could leave if she wanted to, she understands the security too well to be truly trapped.

"Where would I go?" She spits, tearing the two of hearts apart. "Joker don't want me, family acts like I'm dead already -" she sighs, all the vitriol draining from her. "Not pretty enough to turn tricks, I reckon."

"There's a bed in the Batcave." And Bruce leaves after five more minutes of stunned silence.

.

Harley is camped out on the cot they use for medicinal purposes. Someone's thrown a soft red blanket over her, and she's definitely using a spare cape folded up as a pillow. She still looks tired, but less so.

"I'm glad she's here." Jason says, as they cut off their motorbikes as quietly as possible. "I'm - I'm not exactly giddy to see her, y'know? I'm just glad she's here."

"Yeah," Bruce agrees. "Me too."

[simmer-tia]

Do you wanna ride!?

Ash had to take Tia on the ride this time, so the next ride will be on her xD sure it will be the ride of his life... #Tia #Ash

thanks to creator:

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@dailycard's Ktm Superduke (Motorbike)

@dearkims's Love Me Right Deluxe Pose Set

@busra-tr's Biker Set Top & Bottom & Male Top & Male Bottom

@antosims's Jaime Hairstyle (Male) & Croft Hairstyle

@wistfulpoltergeist's Male Gloves

@kikovanitysimmer's Fresh Tips Gels (Nails)

*PATREON

@shoestopia's Guns Shoes & Nirvana Shoes

@klubbsims's Nepo Baby Rings

@bergdorfverse's Rolexes (Watches)

[lirondellee]

FINALLY!! OC ref sheets!!

Damian

Just a normal jackal guy who works at a bar, hates paying rent, has a motorbike, occasionally raises mortals from the dead and tries to create a garage band with a daughter of the head greek god

Melinoe

Vibes with ghosts more than people. And yes, magic and magik are different things in NAI universe, magic is what Immortals use naturally, while magik is a discipline, learned and actively used by the Coven

Ash & Hope

the ʎlsnoᴉɔᴉdsns perfect twins

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+ versions in Ukrainian

[mvrdermeharder]

Cutest animals I met/babysat in 2024

Soo i wrote this to really just remind myself that even though this year was a complete disaster, it was worth staying alive after all, even if just to meet these cute guys at least. Being able to interact and connect with animals is truly a blessing, so here’s me sharing some cuteness and lore to leave my blog on a positive note and to share some wholesome stuff for once^^

(Oh and i’m not ranking the pets based on anything, it’s all just random really)

Okay let’s get started!!

1st nominee: Dundi

Literally the sweetest cat in the universe. Her name means Chubby, but like, in a very cute manner. She’s about 7 years old, we’ve had her since she was a kitten. Unfortunately, i don’t get to see her that much, as she’s an outside-cat, and she lives at my father’s place (my parents are divorced, i don’t visit all that often). She probably gets fed at least by 4 households, so it’s no wonder she’s fat cat lmao

And i really do mean it when i say Dundi’s the sweetest cat: she really likes ppl, even kids, always purrs like a chainsaw when ppl pet her, and she loves to sleep on the seat of my motorbike. We’ve kept each other company many times during new years, she was right beside me not long after i gave up on finishing my damn music project (iykyk xd).

I love her dearly💘

2nd nominee: Hamu

Her name means Ash, she’s the twin sister of Dundi. Despite looking completely identical, she couldn’t be a more different regarding the personality... Meaning: she’s a lil princess, a little bitch to be exact. And i say that with all the love and affection ofc💖

She doesn’t like to be pet (by me and my family at least lol, who knows how many other houses she frequents) and she’s a very talkative girl, she liiiives to complain. I see Hamu even less than i see her sister, but she still has such a special place in my heart

3rd nominee: Alíz

Her name is kinda the equivalent of Alice but it’s pronounced a bit differently. She used to be grandparents’ dog, she’s at least 12 years old by now. I remember playing with her a lot when i was little, i used to chase her around the garden as we both loved running. I really really cared for her a lot, and i still do… unfortunately, as the years went on, she became quite insufferable bc my grandpa spoils her way too much, no matter how much i tell him it’s no good. But well, both of them only have one another to keep each other company. I love Alíz a lot though, even if i see her extremely rarely nowadays.

4th nominee: Nymeria

The absolute love of my life. My personal antidepressant. The cutest angel who always cuddles with me in the cold.

She’s about 5 yrs old, and my flatmates’ dog. A true sneaky girl, she just has that up-to-no-good-look in her eyes. She’ll definitely kill me with her cuteness one day, that’s for sure.

I absolutely adore her, we really befriended each other FAST and she loves my company now: sometimes, she greets me at the door when i arrive, she’s always down for pets and cuddles, and each and every day she scratches a bit at my bedroom door to be let in. She then gets underneath the covers with me and we stay there for hours.

I feel a bit less lonely when Nyme is beside me and ughh i really just love her so much, can’t wait to see her again when i get back to Spain❤️

5th nominee: Chía

I’ll be honest, i’m not a huge fan of bunnies… but Chía is a very cute one unfortunately, and she seems to like me a lot despite not spending much time together lol

She’s always running in circles around my feet, and she’s a very persistent lil trespasser: for some mind blowing reason, she NEEDS to get into my room… she even jumps up at the window out on the balcony to get inside, it’s actually ridiculous. Chía’s not allowed in tho, bc she eats the wall under my bed lmao

6th nominee: Niko

He’s an 11 year old angel, literally the sweetest most innocent boy you’ll ever meet. He’s my neighbor’s dog, and during the summer i’m often asked to dog-sit him for a week or two.

He loves human company, and apparently, i was told that he often searched for me when i was away at Spain for my studies. We met up this Christmas when i returned, so i spent a day with him, he was quite happy to see me. So well, he likes me a lot and always follows me around literally EVERYWHERE when i’m with him💘

7th nominee: Cserkész

He’s my mom’s friend’s dog, his name means Scout! We were asked to visit him every day for a week, just for a few hours, so he wouldn’t be lonely while the owners went on vacation (the owners’ grandparents kept him fed, but they couldn’t be with him during the day as they had to go to work).

We got along very well, he’s such a playful cutie who enjoyes running around but he’s also absolutely down for some good pets, a real sweetheart in true form🧡

8th nominee: THE CAT

Housemate of Cserkész, and i still don’t know her name to this day… my mother dislikes cats, so she didn’t bother to ask for her name from her friend -_-

So. She’s THE CAT for now.

THE CAT is a lil baby btw, so she’s extremely playful and curious, but was very wary of us when we first visited her. She warmed up to me quickly tho, and ig her trouble-maker nature got the better of her wariness: she was constantly trying to sneak up on me when i pretended to ignore her/be unaware xd It was so cute

Ig she must have figured that i’m no danger and that i looove cats and respect their boundaries, so i was allowed close. She’s a real heartthrob, at the end of our visit she even settled on my lap for a few pets… until she got distracted 10 seconds later and sprinted away xdd

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So i think that’s all!! Some of the pics are in horrible quality ik ik… Hope the cute animals made you guys smile, i really do live laugh love for these guys lmao

I’m hoping i’ll be able to make a recap like this next year too, kinda want to make these posts an annual thing to appreciate the small things in life<3

Happy new year to everyone, and see yall in February!!

[lemonisntreal]

Do you have a Tone Deaf version of Clay Calloway?

(Perfectly fine if you don't. I was just curious, plus I love all your redesigns) 🦁🎸

SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER LMAO [been sitting in my inbox since FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH, HOLY SHIT :D]. YEAH, here he is :pppp a solid draft for you

Lowkey [highkey] gave up on the clothing wrinkles on the arms, but I still like how it turned out I think. I don't have much on him in terms of rewrite, but I do have some, so I'll dump it all here under the cut.

I swear I love asks, please feel free to say/ask whatever, I'm just horrible at answering in a reasonable time-frame because I always want to make it this beautiful masterpiece and end up turning all of them into full-on posts- or, at least I want to ~_~

Headcanonssss-

Ash gave him that button off her jacket [probably needs to be resized I'm realizing lol] [also I totally adopted this headcanon from someone elses post- might've been yours. Whoever came up with it I love it <3]

Born during the reformation that happened after the war- basically, nobody was really fighting anymore during this time, but some big people in power were still being stupid [aka: not letting their prisoners go]

So that would be somewhere around 1947? Which would put his age at 61 in my universe [which is in 2008- the times are pretty much random, nothing really lines up irl. Ignore how they use tech and other things that shouldn't have been invented yet lol]

He grew up when the Skunk Dolls were new and popular and stuff. And he loved them- so much that the band actually kinda inspired his music career

[Skunk Dolls also made loads of protest songs btw. War stuff]

Takes a ridiculous amount of care with his mane, and if he lets you touch it, that's a true sign of trust

So the Piglets always like to play with it, and Ash has given him braids a few times

He's had that scruffy red jacket since his early days

I should draw patches on it-

Ash probably'll give him a quill or two to put in it too with all the patches and repair stitches

He wears a lot of plaid, I just didn't wanna draw it <3

Rough and torn up clothes too

Everything he owns has some sort of smudge or tear in it from motorbiking and/or just being himself <3

His ears are pierced in almost every way imaginable, and when Ash found out, she went CRAZY

Cue her getting him to try on a bunch of stuff

He likes wrought iron jewelry and has never been a fan of anything with gemstones in it

Buster is terrified of him, but Clay is just kinda a blunt person and it doesn't mix well with Buster sometimes. They get along eventually tho. There was also some really bad timing with the circumstances of how they even met in the first place too lol-

Johnny is also. Super terrified.

Buster and him are like "Ahhh.... that guy scares the living daylights out of me." "Ohh, thank god it's not just me-"

He has a strange out-of-pocket interest in astrology.

And in herbology and plants in general, but he picked that up from Ruby. Astrology was all his, and it is the one thing he will "nerd out" over

Also the kind of guy to make fun of you for nerding out too

Making fun of people is his love language

So is giving people food

He's not great with his words and can find it hard to express love by just telling someone. Back to the bluntness thing, you can often find him accidentally offending someone and he doesn't even realize it

The troupe very quickly learned this and it's more of an endearing trait of his to them [and to most people who know him]

REALLY good cook. Fantastic, in fact. Probably one of the best chefs out of any of the characters.

Learned the hard way that enlisting Buster's help in the kitchen is a bad idea. Also Ash isn't great either, but he actually tries to teach her some of his recipes. And she's quickly improving

Buster was just being an idiot and forgot you shouldn't microwave tinfoil

Clay travels a lot, but spends most of his time in Calatonia [he technically still lives at his and Ruby's house, but he's super scared of accidentally closing himself off again, so he only visits to check up on the flowers and maintain the property pretty much]

He's like Ash's second [and very cool] dad. Which- also intimidates Buster quite a bit :D

I feel like their dynamic could be a sitcom. Clay is Ash's awesome dad and Buster is Ash's lame [endearing] and oddly unhinged and anxious dad who feels like he has to be as cool as Clay [and always fails heehee]

Clay is more entertained by Buster's ridiculous criminal record than horrified and I don't know if that's worrying or just a classic Calloway W

He's a very nonchalant person

Ruby's death is the only time I can really think he had a legitimate emotional break that wasn't just him being snappy [which is also pretty rare]

Clay's also like an uncle to the Piglets

He's kinda just taken up the role of "super awesome miscellaneous family member" for everyone at this point

He's back performing again after Sing 2- just not frequently or putting out any new songs [on his own at least- he might do a collaboration or two with Ash]

[fallingawkwardly]

what's your favourite thing about each of the main chymicalia characters? and do you have a favourite child? :'D

Yan, you're one of, like, four people who've finished the game, I want to know what you think about the characters, and who's your favourite! Thank you for asking, though...

Anna is incapable of moderation, and I love that for her. She is trying to do everything, all the time. She is feeling every emotion to the absolute maximum, hurtling from one end of the scale to the other every few seconds. She is so clearly 3 to 6 months away from the hugest mid-twenties burn-out you've ever seen in your life, but out of the ashes of her political disillusion, she's gonna rebuild herself as one of the most bad-ass lesbian anarchists in history, and the world is not ready. She should totally get that motorbike.

Bern. Oh, Bern. Love to see a classic, dour Yorkshireman. Love to see a 32-year-old guy who's clinging to the dour Yorkshireman archetype like it's the last plank from the shipwreck of his youthful dreams, because at least then people won't expect him to be cheerful about it. Love to see him say things like, "Mustn't grumble" through gritted teeth. Love to see his thousand-yard stare, as he mentally takes someone apart at the joints for telling him, "It Gets Better!!!" Love to see occasional glimpses of fragments of his soul he thinks he's drowned, rising and falling behind his eyes, like half-dead tropical fish. This metaphor is getting out of hand, but as a literature graduate, Bern would appreciate the thematic effort.

My favourite thing about Nimone might be the dumb little gimmick of her clip-on sunglasses. Because at first you think she's all cool and goth and mysterious, but then she flicks them up to reveal her thick lenses and deer-in-the-headlights expression, and it's like... oh! She's just a huge nerd! Who is so totally out of her depth, once the conversation gets beyond the narrow radius of her comfort zone. It's okay, Nim. It's over, they've gone. You can go back inside your van, now and spend the next 48 hours recovering from the social and sensory hell of standing in full sunlight, talking to a stranger for five minutes.

Voss has one of my favourite traits in a character, which is "humour as defence mechanism". Aw yeah, babe, deflect that personal question with an exaggerated lie for comic effect. Self-deprecate to defuse criticism in advance, that's so hot. Never say how you really feel about anything, keep the bit running instead. Commit to it harder than you've done to any job, school, friendship or relationship, which is definitely not* why you've been constantly crashing and burning on them your entire life. It's okay, it's fine. You can just keep getting new ones, with your charming personality and hilarious witticisms!

(*This is true. It's only 20% of why. The other 80% would be the undiagnosed ADHD, dyslexia and dyscalculia.)

Last character I'm gonna talk about is the player character, who you can name yourself, but I refer to as the Alchemist. You can mould their personality through gameplay via raising or lowering 12 character trait-type stats, but their past life and current situation is set in stone, and... oh, wow. This is bad. This is... really bad. Your character has the kind of life story that stops conversations dead and makes people immediately treat you like a leper, because no one really has a social script for talking normally about it. So maybe it's for the best that you can't talk about it - because you're literally cursed not to. Literally. Yeah, it's cartoonish, honestly.

The result, though, is perhaps my favourite thing about the Alchemist. Chymicalia is, structurally speaking, a helping-customers game. It's supposed to be the customers who have the problems, and the calm, bartender-style protagonist who has the tools to fix them, help them, save them, all that stuff. But here, it's... complicated. Because as the game proceeds, it becomes more and more obvious that the person here who REALLY needs help, is you. But... there's no mechanic for that! You can't use alchemy on yourself. You can't tell anyone about your problems. For a million overlapping reasons, you can't ask for help. You don't even believe it's possible for you to be helped. And in a game where you spend all your time trying to needle other people into spilling all their personal problems to you, and trying (successfully or unsuccessfully) to fix them, that's delicious.

Finally, you can't ask me to have a favourite child. That's illegal. So I'll pick my favourite non-major character: Yaz, the Worst Librarian. I have been, and still am, a librarian. Yaz is where I put all my evil fantasies, the things librarians aren't supposed to say or do, like let people steal things, or have Incorrect Opinions about the value of books. Plus, she's the funniest character in the game, and unlike Voss, she's not even trying.

[PLEASE ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT MY GAME, ANY QUESTIONS!]

[peachjagiya]

I just wanted to revisit some of my favourite Jungkook looks. Junglooks if you will.

First up, this little punky pixie. I swear there are pictures of him looking like a grown man in this outfit and then there's this where he looks like he's about to ask me if I have games on my phone.

This leather jacket has a V on a patch on the waistband and that's... Well it's nothing to do with Tae, it's literally a Korean brand.

Fifth Muster JK with that hair and neck. Excellently done. Congratulations on the face and stuff.

He's your kid's boyfriend who smokes and rides a motorbike but he also helps old ladies cross the road. It really amuses me that one leg is just a window to the thighs. As we all know, thighs are the doorway to the soul.

The only thing lower than that neckline are my thoughts, honestly.

Goth rancher as previously discussed.

Squatting on a toilet lid like he's hiding from the police because he's wanted for theft. THEFT OF ALL OUR HEARTS.

I can't explain it but I have a real thing for him dressing like he's Ash Ketchum's younger brother. This is almost too cute for words. The little strand of hair is a paid actor.

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Share your faves!

[m-musings]

may we have some platonic headcanons where the reader (gender neutral) is a teenager that Cassidy accidentally adopted (we know the trope) and thanks to his influence is just as much of a menace to Ashe as he is (maybe somehow even more)?

please, and thank you

Headcanons: Cole Cassidy with a GN! Teen! Reader (Platonic)

A/N: Sorry this took a while, I am not good at writing parent/child relationships at all so hopefully it doesn't suck ass lmao. hope you enjoy! :]

Word Count:491 Warnings: none, literally just familial fluff

Being Cass' "adopted" child would be… chaotic, to say the least.

But like a fun chaotic!

During what is essentially an escort mission followed by a rescue from a dangerous villain, Cassidy and you would go from wary friends to a father and child dynamic duo.

He'd pretty much be like "You're my kid now! :D" and you'd be like "Okay, cool! :D"

He would bring you to Gibraltar and introduce you to all new and old Overwatch members, who would almost instantly welcome you like an old friend.

He wouldn't necessarily want you to become part of Overwatch, but he'd still teach you some gunslinging and other skills to keep yourself safe should a disaster ever occur when he's away from you.

And when he isn't busy with Overwatch work, he would love to do all the typical father things with you.

Having movie nights on a big comfy couch, going to Route 66 and teaching you to ride a motorbike, taking you to school, like whatever you can think of, Cassidy is by your side every step of the way.

He especially loves the times when your as much of a gremlin towards Ashe and others as he is, it secretly makes him proud to have someone to carry on that legacy.

Cole takes notice of things you like to do or watch and actively tries to show an interest in them, even if they aren't really his thing.

You appreciate the sentiment though and always give him a great big hug as thanks before you both decide to do something you both enjoy instead.

Sometimes for fun, you'll steal his cape/poncho and boots while he's napping and strut around the Watchpoint compound while imitating him to make the others laugh.

Each time he realizes what's going on, he'll leap out of his bunk and go chase you around while half-heartedly scolding you with a large smile on both of your faces.

After the most recent incident, he'll buy or find you a hat that matches his own just so you stop stealing his stuff.

And if you were ever sick or feeling down, he would drop everything to help nurse you back to your regular self, even if it was something small like a sneeze or scraping your knee after you trip.

He is very protective of you, but not in a helicopter parent way but in like a "just wanna make sure you're doing okay then I'll go" kind of way.

Of course, there are times like that when he's a little too obvious about sneaking around to protect you, which causes some tension between you two.

You maybe butt heads and start to argue about the way he goes about it but after the fighting stops and you both cool off for a while, you're able to smoothly forgive and forget.

All in all, Cassidy may be a great cowboy, but he's an even better dad.