#pure rage 24/7

[kentjohnson91]

memes are back my dudes

[redr0sewrites]

Sick!Hazbin Hotel x Reader Hcs

i love reverse comfort sm. im also currently being brutally murdered by allergies but i prefer comforting others so here we are

🥀 Cw: fluff, crack, teensy bit of angst with comfort

🥀 Pairing(s): Lucifer x reader, Alastor x reader, Vox x reader, Adam x reader

Lucifer:

sick? him? please, the king of hell doesn't get sick!

thats what he claims anyways

lucifer brushes nearly everything off as just plain allergies, he could literally have a 103 fever and be shaking on the floor and would still be pouting and saying he's fine

the thing about him tho is that he's easy to take care of- after a little coaxing lucifer just sighs and nods glumly before pretty much submitting himself to your care

once he's admitted hes sick tho, he wants you around him 24/7

lucifer wants cuddles, hugs, kisses, he just gets so clingy when he's feeling under the weather

THIS MAN LITERALLY BURNS UP WHEN HE'S SICK ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE ONES WITH THE HIGHEST RAGING FEVERS THAT LAST FOR DAYS like he'll be sweating and shivering and crying he gets hit HARD when he's sick and it happens so suddenly too- like one day he's fine and then the next he looks like he's one small wind away from collapsing

he lowkey feels bad about asking for things when he's sick so he'll say something offhand like "yk im in the mood for soup" and hopes you get the message

ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE TO GET FEVER DREAMS AND START RAMBLING WHEN HES SICK

like he'll wake up from a nap and still be half asleep and he just starts genuinely rambling about literally the most obscure things

lucifer definitely gets nightmares even when he isn't sick, but when hes feeling like shit and is so delirious he can't tell reality from fiction? be prepared for him to wake up crying and shaking, he just gets so so scared :(

lucifer feels bad about you taking care of him and wants to help, but will lowkey end up pushing himself too hard. PLEASE reassure him and tell him it's alright he'll literally melt

once its all over, lucifer will genuinely trust you more after you saw him in such a vulnerable state and is much more likely to come to you instead of hiding how he's feeling in the future

Alastor:

alastor? weak? lmao no

he would literally rather die than admit he's sick like he would literally just keep pushing on

alastor is one of those people that has an iron immune system like he VERY rarely gets sick but when he does its like torture

to even be alastor's partner you'd have to know him for a long time and you'd probably be able to read him pretty well (at least compared to other people), yet even you sometimes miss his sickness in the earlier stages

alastors biggest tell tale sign of being sick? exhaustion. he very rarely sleeps on the regular, but when he's sick that all catches up to him

he also gets more irritable and a little less composed, he'd be more prone to getting angry and would lash out if anyone asked if he was ok

alastors ears would also be turned back slightly, like most animals do when they're being aggressive, but its pretty much only obvious to people who know him closely

alastor never wants to be vulnerable or weak but you notice that his eyelids keep drifting of their own accord, and how irritable he's been, and it clicks to you that he's obviously not feeling well

approach him about it in private, while alastor does trust you he still doesn't want others to knowm

no matter how much you try he will not lay down, take medicine, or do anything (at least at first)

alastor genuinely thinks that he can just push through on his own and lowkey thinks you're worrying too much

however after two weeks of pure suffering and exhaustion, combined with no sleep and your irritation at his lack of will to take care of himself, alastor finally breaks

he'd prob come to your room at like 4 in the morning and just curl up on the edge of the bed, shivering a little but staying quiet

you wake up to him fast asleep, his ears twitching every once and a while as he rests peacefully near you

get a cool towel and lay it on his forehead to break the fever, and he'll just keep sleeping

he probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, months of lost sleep are catching up to him at this point, giving you the opportunity to make him some soup and medicine

alastor will stir a little when you get out of bed but wont wake up, but once he does wake up he wants you to come back

when he's sick he wants you to be nearby, alastor isn't the touchiest person and being sick makes him feel gross, so he wouldn't want to be touched but would want you arround just to know you're there

this is probably the first step in him being more open to vulnerability around you, and while it may have been a bit of an irritating process to get him back to his usual healthy status, it's definitely worth it as he begins to trust you more

Vox:

lowkey a man child (affectionate)

vox is one of those guys who will take care of himself when he's sick, but he'll complain about it every step of the way

i think he's pretty responsible when he's sick, he'll take the day off and relax but won't do much other than that

he likes when you pamper him though, and a part of him lowkey enjoys being sick because he just gets to have your full attention all of the time (as if he doesn't already💀)

vox would be irritated about showing weakness and not being in control, but he wouldn't be irritated at you

if an employee was being too nosy about his wellbeing? yea he's pissed but if you're the one taking care of him, he'll just sigh and let you do what you want

VOX IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHOS LITERALLY ALWAYS COLD AND ITS AMPLIFIED WHEN HES SICK

he becomes like a literal ice cube he's SHIVERING and everything

vox has the cutest sneezes too, he glitches out and denies how cute his sneezes are but they really are adorable

vox takes like 2 baths per day when he's sick he hates feeling unclean, and def wants you to join him in the bath (just to relax, get your mind out of the gutter)

vox would be a little pissed about missing work, i think he's a bit of a workaholic and might try to work in bed or sneak some paperwork behind your back

it doesn't work though because he just ends up passing out anyway

vox is big on sleeping when he's sick he's definitely the type to just sleep it off and thats that

like he CRASHES in bed and just does not get up for hours

he sleeps like the dead too, his screen is blank and he barely moves in his sleep

like lucifer, he has fever dreams but they lean more on the weird side rather than the sad side

its funny but instead of talking more when sick, vox actually talks much less. he starts getting super quiet and a lot more needy for your attention

vox is more than happy to return to work and be back on his feet, but will send you a little thank you gift and pamper you in return for taking care of him

Adam:

manchild x2 (also affectionate)

adam DREADS getting sick like he genuinely hates it so much, he sees it as one of his own flaws and it makes him lowkey disgusted at himself

he whines like a baby over a common cold, its almost sad how the slightest sickness will make him act like he's on his death bed

adam whines and complains whenever you aren't around him, he wants cuddles and kisses and is 10x more clingy when he's sick

he has little to no appetite when he's actually sick but gets a huge appetite right after

like you'll have to force him to eat at least a piece of toast per day while he's actually feverish but once he's in recovery he's literally FAMISHED and will ask for so much food

he barely eats or drinks while hes sick it just feels icky to him

i also think he's the type to not want to move like he just collapses on his bed and barely moves an inch (unless you force him)

adam exaggerates when he's barely sick and then underplays it when he's genuinely really sick its lowkey so confusing

like he could have pneuomonia and be half dead and say he's fine but he could have the most common cold and complain foreverrr

he doesn't think you're genuine when you say you want to help him and take care of him, he thinks its just a joke since nobody has ever really taken care of him before

like sure he's been told what to do and bossed around and treated him like a foolish child, but no one has ever sat with him while he's sick and held his hand yk?

while he can be irritable and annoying while he's sick, he apologizes afterwards

its one of the few times he ever apologizes but he genuinely feels bad about lashing out

adam isn't used to being below someone when it comes to status or health and relaxing and letting someone else take care of him is kind of foreign for him, but you both work it out over time

while he isn't the easiest to take care of, he genuinely appreciates that you want to help him and wants to return the favor someday

I WILL MAKE A PT 2 OF THIS WITH MORE FEM CHARACTERS OR WITH HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO CROWD UP THIS POST TOO MUCH!!!!! ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES I WROTE THIS WHILE HALF ASLEEP ♥️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS TEEHEE

[girllblogging777]

𝐼𝑅𝐼𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑂 𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐷𝐿𝐸

↳ short mattheo riddle drabble based off the song “iris” by the goo goo dolls.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

and i’d give up forever to touch you

cause i know that you feel me somehow,

mattheo riddle never let himself feel anything other than hatred, until you came into his life. before you, he was just numb, nothing that pure rage and darkness. but with you, everything changed. he didn't need words or grand gestures, just being near you was enough to make him feel...something. it was like, for the first time, someone actually saw him. and the first time you touched him, when he let his guard down and let you in, something deep inside him shifted. you buried your face in his chest, and he froze, not knowing what to do. the only touch he’d ever known was violent and cruel, so he didn't know how to handle the soft, soothing way you held him. but once he gave in and wrapped his arms around you, he knew he’d give up everything for just one more second of this.

✩✩✩✩

you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be

and i don’t wanna go home right now

everyone else saw mattheo as nothing but trouble, like he was born bad. darkness seemed to follow him everywhere, and he figured that was just how it was supposed to be. hell had probably been his destiny from the moment he was born. but then you came along. you, with your golden heart and warm soul, gave him a taste of something pure, something he knew he didn’t deserve. somehow, he had found his way into your life, into your heart, and for the first time ever, he understood what “home” meant. he never had a real home before, no place or person to run back to. but now, you were becoming that for him. his safe place, his shelter.

✩✩✩✩

and all i can taste is this moment

and all i can breathe is your life

and sooner or later it’s over

i just don’t wanna miss you tonight

mattheo wasn’t stupid. letting you in gave him hope, but deep down, he knew the truth. no matter how much he tried, he’d never be good enough for you. the connection you shared felt like a temporary dream, something that could disappear at any second. he promised himself he wouldn’t let anyone see him weak, but you made that impossible. the closer he got to you, the more he feared what would happen when it all fell apart. that’s just how he was, doubting everything, second-guessing every feeling. because he’d always been broken, and he couldn’t imagine anyone seeing past that. but with you, he wanted to try, even if it meant risking everything. because he found himself missing you everytime you weren’t around.

✩✩✩✩

and i don’t want the world to see me

cause i don’t think that they’d understand

when everything’s made to be broken

i just want you to know who i am

mattheo never cared about what the world thought of him. everyone saw him as ruined, a lost cause. they couldn’t understand the storm inside him, the pieces that never fit together quite right. he knew he was broken, and he had grown to accept that. but you saw through the cracks, past the sharp edges, and somehow, you still wanted to know him. he didn’t want to hide from you, didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, but he didn’t understand why you stuck with him even after seeing his dark side. for the first time, he wanted to be seen. not as the person everyone else thought he was, but as the person he really was, deep down. he just wanted you to know him, the real him, the one who was scared, vulnerable, and maybe even a little bit hopeful. because in a world full of chaos and brokenness, you made him feel like he could be someone else, just for a moment.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : i thought about this after making the moodboard the other day, iris is literally the theme song of my life and i listen to it 24/7. anyways my requests are open, please like/comment/reblog and tell me if you wanna be tagged !!!

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[sweetiecutie]

Hi there, gorgeous! For the writing event - maybe some headcanons for our big guy König? I really don’t care what that is, just give us some food🤲

Random König headcanons

Warnings: mentions of violence, anger issues, that’s all ig

It’s sad to admit that Tiktok ruined this character. Let’s get one thing straight - König is not a shying, fumbling mess of a baby, too scared to say a word in public. He’s a confident, persistent, smug mf whose domineering presence makes others shrink slightly, complying with his every demand.

This guy is a colonel, he doesn’t stutter or mumble or anything like that. König barks out orders, his voice is deep and dominant, loud enough for everyone in the field to hear. And if someone dares to make fun of his accent? They got themselves a life-long enemy. God bless this fool.

Now, let’s consider something. Who would wear a sniper hood all the goddamn time? It’s good for some operations, but wearing it 24/7? Absolutely no. That leads me to think that König prefers to wear a plain black balaclava when around the base. Hem of it rests snugly around his neck, not restricting any movements nor falling onto the table while sitting; vision range is way better than two eye holes in the hood allow; it doesn’t get caught onto his shoulders or furniture, which is great - overall way better than sniper’s hood.

Judging by his voice lines, I believe that König has a rather problematic personality. Now, first and foremost - booming rage; he’s a ticking bomb, all the work stress bottles up inside of him little by little, and one wrong word in a slightly provocative situation can cause a violent explosion. König’s rage is terrifying, everybody knows that. He rarely gets physical, at base that is. But oh boy, his words hurt worse than any punches - he shouts insults and profanities, some of them may be pretty personal. The number of new recruits this mean Colonel made cry like little babies is almost shameful😥

König tends to blow off most of his steam during missions, killing and beating the shit of of enemy soldiers; during these moments he resembles a bloodthirsty animal rather than a human, driven by pure instincts and getting off the adrenaline high.

Now, second personality trait of his I would like to talk about is envy. König is very envious. He envies people with higher position, people with better skills (even though these are rare ones), people with happy and loving families, people with knowledge more profound than his. And, surprisingly, this envy does him more good than bad, adding fuel to the fire, making König push past his limits, achieving new and new heights. Due to his envy König climbed up to the post of Colonel, acquired such amazing skills, got a respectable reputation around other soldiers.

Outside the work I think he’s a pretty chill guy - doesn’t care much about family dramas, pretty much clueless about internet trends. He has a small circle of people he trusts - two or three people max, and he just chills with them, going with the flow and living his life. And for some reason König gives me vibes of this one extremely adequate reasonable guy in a company, yk? He can come up with a smart and effective solution to nearly every problem in a matter of minutes, is always reasonable and rational.

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

I saw a few posts floating around about an AU where Janus is introduced first instead of Virgil and is the one to get accepted first and tbh I absolutely love that idea and I may have to draw something for it

Janus gets to sing in the song Lies like he wishes he did in canon

He was the one who kept the other darks hidden and slowly let them out so it'd be interesting to see him trying to do that whilst being a recognised good guy, sure he has 6 arms but is 2 enough to hold each dark side at bay when he's not there?

If he ducks out there'd have to be a montage in the first part of Thomas going around and telling the truth about everything and it making his life start to crumble

Janus leaves the dark in the same way Virgil does after AA

Without him there the dark side is basically in anarchy

I imagine Orange to be Wrath/Rage/Anger/smth like that, so I imagine without Janus there he'd just be screaming and throwing stuff around nearly 24/7

Remus' is somehow even more unhinged

Being left alone to deal with those two maniacs (mentioned just above) leads to Virgil basically going insane and hating Janus even more than he does in canon because he used to be the one to calm down the other two (I imagine he and Virgil used to sip coffee together whilst watching Remus and Orange fight in the living room)

Even though Virgil is terrified of him, he forms a very shaky friendship with Remus and they bond over their what-ifs and pain over Janus

Janus is so focused on his friendships with the lights and Thomas that he lets his guard down for a moment and that leads to the dark sides to start rebelling (not sure which one would be revealed first, my gut says Virgil but maybe it'd be cool to leave him til later)

I'm super curious of what Virgil would be like as a villain introduced in season 2, how he would look, if he would still be called Anxiety or something else like Paranoia (which I think could be fitting if he was introduced later on like I said in the last point)

After Accepting Anxiety in canon Patton and Virgil formed a familial-like bond, in this AU Patton and Janus are more marriage-coded

Janus and Virgil's dynamic is a very obviously one-sided hatred. Virgil looks ready to jump at him and rip his head off whilst Janus looks at Virgil with pure grief and regret (because there's absolutely no way that Virgil will trust him ever again, at least in his eyes)

[shomatoriashi]

7/31/24; 03:34pm

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

{ oneshot }

warnings: unedited; dark themes.

you walk with jinwoo out of ahjin guild’s building, chattering excitedly with him about your respective plans for the weekend.

he buries his hands within the pocket of his dress pants, grey eyes looking at you softly as he payed attention to each syllable that falls from your parted lips. as you walk across seoul together, a deep voice was heard calling out your name. you stop walking with jinwoo already taking a protective stance in front of you-

only to see a tall man with fiery red hair appear before you both. you knew him as the man who was the president of the hunters guild, choi jong-in. with his burgundy suit a stark contrast to jinwoo’s darker colors, he steps forward toward the light, giving jinwoo a momentary look of disdain before focusing his attention on you.

“you’ve been avoiding me. has hunter sung been keeping you busy?”

“haha, you could say that, since i’m his guild’s primary healer and all.”

jinwoo’s eyes glow a startling purple hue as he interjects jong-in’s attempts to get closer to you. “cut to the chase, we’re exhausted and wish to go home.”

jong-in holds up both of his hands in mock defeat. “alright then, i’ll skip all the pleasantries and formalities and get to it. i would like to ask your lovely healer out on a date this weekend.”

your eyes go wide, with your mind short circuiting at the thought. you felt so taken aback (and honestly, a little flattered) that you failed to see the pure rage shining in jinwoo’s gaze. his fists were clenched tightly against his sides, and he was ready to speak up for you had you not taken the first step.

“ah, well, i don’t see why not. it might be fun.” you take up on jong-in’s offer, truly not seeing the harm in it. his crimson eyes seemed to brighten in response when he turns away, flashing jinwoo a victorious expression before waving at you.

“i’ll pick you up this coming saturday at 7. dress comfortably, okay?”

you hold your hand up as well, bidding jong-in a farewell before returning your attention back to jinwoo. a scowl was painted on your best friend’s face, watching as he bites down on his bottom lip before asking you, “are you really going to go with him?”

a sheepish expression was seen on your face as you kept both hands behind your back. “w-well, i don’t see the harm in spending an evening with him. besides, i don’t have plans, while you wanted to spend the weekend with your mom and younger sister. i don’t want to get in the way of your plans, jinwoo.”

“you could join me. cancel your plans with choi right now.”

you end up giggling at jinwoo’s poor attempts at keeping you away from jong-in. “it’ll be okay! besides, if he ends up being a shitty date, then it’ll give you a good reason to beat him up for me.”

jinwoo’s scowl never leaves his face, with him grumbling all the way back to your place, whispering lowly so that you couldn’t hear him say, “if that bastard takes your heart, i’ll kill him.”

{ … }

saturday finally arrives, and you had just gotten out of the shower. while drying your hair, you wrap the towel around your body, searching through your closet for something suitable to wear.

after some debate, you finally found the perfect outfit and began putting it on. satisfied with your choice, you were ready to complete the look with a pair of your favorite shoes when you noticed something was a bit off.

stepping closer into the light, your eyes go wide upon seeing the way your shadow lengthens from beneath you, seeming to grow larger and longer the more you stared at it. you became entranced by it, briefly wondering if jinwoo’s shadow soldiers were about to come out and tell you something-

only to let out a gasp when an armored hand was felt surrounding your wrist, pulling you into the shadowy depths as you cried out. you braced yourself for the incoming impact, but was pleasantly surprised when you felt yourself being held within someone’s tight embrace instead.

confusion paints your features as you look across the area to see a lovely meadow. surrounding you were all of your favorite wildflowers, its gentle petals being blown in the wind as it carried the sweet scent of spring in its wake. finally seeing the armored body that holds you, you gasp and take a step back, looking up to see a dark knight looking down at you.

he was lean in build, with heavy armor covering the entirety of his body from head to toe. despite his dark armor, his chest plate was something that stood out to you the most, glowing a bright purple in color, its hue reminiscent of jinwoo’s eyes whenever they glowed. even with your attempts to put some space between you and the knight, he seemed reluctant to let you go.

you look around the area, somehow knowing that this shadow soldier was different from the rest. that this place was made by him alone. recalling the millions of conversations you had with jinwoo about his newfound abilities as the shadow monarch, you take a guess at this knight’s name.

“are you the one known as… ashborn?”

laughter was heard coming from the knight, his tone rich and filled with amusement. it sounded familiar to you, yet you couldn’t understand why it did. “you’re a smart young woman aren’t you? yes, i am ashborn.”

his laughter was felt vibrating across the area when he finally turns you around so that you were fully facing him. you felt the way ashborn’s hands caress at your face with reverence and merely blink up at him, remaining silent as ashborn takes a moment to drink in your features.

after several beats of utter silence, ashborn begins to speak, “you’re breaking my successor’s heart.”

your eyes go wide at the mention of jinwoo. “i- what?”

a gentle huff was heard coming from ashborn, and you watch as the powerful knight removes his hands from you, “you heard me. if your heart falls into that man’s hands… jinwoo will find reasons to tear you away from him.”

your heart begins to race at the thought. jinwoo… did he really feel so strongly about you?

“ah… but… he is interested in cha hae-in, right?”

ashborn lets out another harsh laughter, his head shaking in response to your question. “i’ve seen the many lives sung jinwoo has lived, of different timelines and different universes… timelines where you do not even exist.”

your throat turns dry at the sudden realization, clinging on to ashborn’s every word when you shakily ask him.

“then… what about those universes and timelines where i do exist?”

ashborn meets your gaze, and you could see his eyes glowing a deep violet hue from beneath his helmet, his voice speaking with a brutal honesty.

“it has been made clear to me that he is the happiest when he is with you.”

you gasp, eyes going wide when you hear ashborn’s confession. he looks away from you and lifts up a hand, feeling the air shifting around you as a dark portal was settled behind you. letting out a deep breath, you feel ashborn place a hand behind your back.

“return to him. deep down, your heart knows who it truly belongs to.” ashborn ends up pushing you back into the portal, making you look back at him with a questioning gaze, seeing the tall knight standing solemnly still, simply watching you as the wispy shadows began to overtake your vision.

{ … }

the moment you land back in your bedroom, you were bombarded with a series of knocks on your door. still feeling disoriented, you look back to see the portal already shrinking, disappearing like smoke blowing in the wind. with a shake of your head, you let out a soft grunt, standing back to your full height before leaving your room to answer the door.

“hang on, i’m coming!” you call out to whoever was knocking with such fervor at your door.

you finally unlock it, seeing jinwoo standing before you with a bouquet of red roses in hand. “don’t go out with choi- spend the evening with me instead!”

an uncharacteristic desperation was heard in his voice and was seen in his gaze when jinwoo enters your apartment, placing the bouquet of roses within your awaiting arms. “jinwoo-“

“i know, it’s stupid of me to try and stop you now, but i’ve been in love with you ever since you joined my guild. i can’t stop thinking about you, and i’m not going to let my insecurities get in the way!”

you felt the heat settle across your cheeks, with you holding the bouquet close to your chest, “jinwoo, you… you feel the same way?”

you notice the way jinwoo’s eyes flash with realization. “you… you love me, too?”

your nod was all the confirmation he needs when he lets out a growl of your name, grabbing a hold of your chin as he pressed a searing kiss against your lips. you sigh into his kiss, not even caring that his tight hold on you was crushing at your bouquet of roses.

when the need for air proved to be too great, jinwoo pulls away first with a frustrated grunt, allowing you to be honest with him, “i-i always thought you wanted hunter cha?”

he scoffs at your assumptions, shaking his head while taking you fully into his arms. as you stand there, so caught up in the warmth of his embrace, you felt your adoration and love grow for him when he tells you these next words:

“as if i would ever choose her when you exist.”

{ … }

the man who you mistakenly called ashborn ends up chuckling, his glowing, purple eyes watching the events of the current timeline unfolding before him.

letting out a hum, he takes off the helmet of his armor, feeling his long, ebony locks of hair falling down the entire length of his back, finally revealing his true identity as being sung jinwoo.

the man who essentially became a god, locking himself in a realm hidden from both time and space itself. while watching the way his current timeline self held you so preciously in his embrace, a bitter memory fills him.

his eyes darken at the image of an alternative timeline-

a timeline where you accepted that bastard’s date and fell deeply in love with him-

a timeline where you told jinwoo about your plans of marriage and how you looked forward to building a family together with him-

a timeline where jinwoo’s jealousy and rage got the best of him, forcing the monarch to kill the bastard before stealing you away and keeping you locked in a basement-

a timeline where you had ultimately taken your own life due to how much misery you had been suffering through.

jinwoo hated the thought of being without you, so he did all he could to reverse time and lead your heart back to him-

to prevent himself from ever losing you again.

as his eyes take in the sight of his past (or was it present self?) keeping you so tightly within his embrace, jinwoo knew that he made the right choice.

he could never live without you-

he refuses to live in a world without you by his side-

and nothing was ever going to change that.

end notes: don’t mind me, this was just a brainrot that i had for a while now and was happy to be able to write and piece together in a semi-coherent story (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[cravingpepsimax]

since he’s beginning to spread, here’s a rough timeline of events for the fujo bill au:

bill is defeated and is put in the theraprism

after who knows how long, bill begins coping with his spite and rage towards stan and ford by doing/making stuff that he thinks they’d hate.

he begins “shipping” stancest. bill doesn’t really GET the incest taboo, it seems pretty much entirely arbitrary to him, but he knows it exists and is something humans are REPULSED by. thus, he starts making stuff involving stan and ford dating each other. theraprism staff thinks it’s odd but him writing books about stan and ford kissing is significantly better than him writing books in an attempt to escape.

over time, bill starts getting actually invested. it may have started as pure spite, but he begins to remember things that, oh boy, sure do seem pretty incestuous, now that he thinks about it. at first, it’s funny — “HAHA, WOW, SIXER REALLY IS A FREAK, ISN’T HE?” — but then it becomes real.

since bill’s calming down and is no longer talking about wanting to murder the entire family 24/7, theraprism staff decides to move onto the next step in bill’s karma program: becoming pen pals with one of the people he used to terrorize. mabel’s a lot like bill, but not evil, so the theraprism staff choose her.

meanwhile, a 13 year old mabel gets a Crazy Paranormal Experience, in which she is told what’s going on. mabel agrees to be bill’s pen pal (he won’t be able to do any actual harm, and, worst-case scenario, it’d be funny to mess with him (note that, even though mabel’s 13, well over a year has passed for bill — time is merely a suggestion for beings as powerful as the theraprism staff)

bill HATES being made to do this stupid pen pal stuff. he can’t use it as a way out — the theraprism staff have been keeping a VERY CLOSE EYE ON HIM ever since the book, and it’s gonna be hard to trick mabel into doing ANYTHING for him. so, his first few letters are him insulting and trying to upset mabel, who doesn’t really seem to care at all.

eventually, in one of bill’s pieces of hate mail, he says some shit like “SIXER AND HIS BROTHER ARE REAL FREAKS, KID! WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY’RE DOING ON THE STAN O’ WAR II? I’LL GIVE YOU A HINT: THE ANSWER’S ‘EACH OTHER’!”

mabel promptly ignores the rest of the letter entirely, and makes a GIANT response excitedly going “oh my gosh, you noticed, too??”, and listing everything romantic she’s ever noticed about them.

bill responds, filling in some gaps here and there, telling her about some incestuous stuff from 30+ years ago, pointing out things she missed, pointing out things he missed (“WOW, THEY DID WHAT? TALK ABOUT NEEDING TO GET A ROOM, YEESH.”)

they become stancest gossip buddies from there. mabel fujopills him in other regards (bill never thought he’d watch a show called “ouran highschool host club”, much less at the request of a 13 year old who thinks the pair of twins kissing would be hot/cute, but hey, afterlife’s full of surprises, ain’t it?) but his main love is and always will be stancest

they eventually become close enough and the theraprism staff trusts them enough to get interdimensional phone call privileges. any time anything happens mabel calls him and goes “oh my gosh, you’ll NEVER guess what just happened!” and they gossip for like an hour

stan and ford are completely clueless as to what’s going on at all. i like to imagine they find out eventually but it takes awhile LMAO

[writingoddess1125]

You Get Buggy a Corgi

Cute Headcanon

Pure Fluff

◇ Bonus has some mild sadness

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• Buggy has always wanted a Corgi- He's never talked about it but you did see he has a Corgi shaped pillow in his room that he's apparently had since he was a child-

• So you decide to get him one as a gift for his birthday.

• He always had big birthday bashes and it was the biggest party imaginable- The whole crew with more alcohol and food then a gods banquet while Buggy sat in the center jovial and proud.

• You walk over with a box in hand and carefully set it down infront of him, He raises a brow at the lack of flashy decoration on the brown box and pops open the lid with a unamused expression

• There a little head pops up and everyone stares at the happy Corgi face looking st Buggy and the blue bow around its neck

• His whole face flushes as you can quite literally see the childlike joy shine in his eyes- A bright smile on his face as he sets the puppy in his lap.

• "Her name is Guppy" You say as he mumbles the name and glances up at you. "She's mine?"

• "Yep! She's fully trained and apparently does really well on ships from what the shelter said" You say softly, but you're sure he isn't even paying attention to you as the dog seems to instantly love Buggy and scales him with her little body to press her face against his. You can quite literally see his heart melt.

• Clearly Guppy is his favorite gift ever since he doesn't pay attention to anything else accept for Guppy the rest of the night.

• You also get a special reward for bringing a wonderful gift.

• Guppy is absolutely a velcro dog- Loving to be at Buggys side 24/7 and follow him around. He gets her a red bandana so she's easy to spot at all times. If there is anything dangerous he will leave her behind but be sad about it-

• Later finds out she yaps like crazy when he's not there and cries loudly.

• She sleeps on him constantly, sometimes waking him up since she will curl directly over his face suffocating him.

• 'Mrph!- 'Upeee!!" {Guppy!} And ge carefully scoots her on the pillow next to his head so he can breath and go back to sleep-

• Guppy acts as a sort of Therapy dog for Buggy as well- When his temper or anxiety get him worked up to were he would usually destroy his room she will instead lay on his chest and force him to stay still as he Pets her and works himself down from a rage.

• She is also the perfect pillow for him to cry on. So he has pressed his face gently into her fur and just cried- Often she licks the tears away.

• Doesnt wear as heavy of makeup since he knows she likes to lick his face and doesn't want the grease paint to make her sick-

• Will also carry her- Say if the waters are too choppy but she doesn't want to be left he will just carry her like a baby to make sure she doesn't slide around or get hurt.

• If anyone- and I mean ANYONE Dares to mess with his dog he will absolutely go ape-shit... Think insulting his nose is instant death- Hurt his dog and he will come up with the worse ways to kill a person slowly-

• He probably loves Guppy more then any living person and makes sure she has a wonderful healthy life.

Bonus!-

• "Hey Buggy can I ask?- Why do you like Corgi's so much?" You ask laying next to him on the floor of his cabin. He pauses for a moment as he thinks.

• "Lots of reasons- They are soft, sweet, overall really loving and they are a little odd which I like.. But-" He pauses for a second.

• "...It's kinda weird but.. my first memory in life was of a Corgi and my mother-" He admitted and you looked surprised by this, asking for him to explain which he rolled his eyes but agreed.

• "It was the day she dropped me off at the orphanage.. She handed me that corgi pillow you see on my bed and some berry she shoved in my pockets. Telling me that she had to leave me here to make sure I was safe from bad guys-" He said calmly, but you could hear the hurt in his tone.

• "But if I was every in a situation were it was truly life or death all I had to say with three words and I'd be okay. Then she kisses my forehead and left. It's my first and last memories of her- A few years later Roger's picking me up to be his apprentice" He admitted as Guppy lived his face clearly sensing some sadness.

• "Im... I'm so sorry-.. What were the three words?" You asked now circus, but you saw the way his eyes drifted to you briefly

• "Eh- That's a story for a different time" He said with a smile and waved it off. Watching how he pet Guppy some more.

• However you laid there stewing.. 3 words?

[andromaqves]

Celebrating October with prompts for 31 days of The Quarry!

Low energy, purely for fun... pick your fave word for the day or work them all into a new or existing work, whatever appeals to you. Just have fun and hopefully get inspired to create more for this world!

Thanks @ghostradiodylan for being my sounding board after I got possessed by this idea tonight <3

1. claw / cabin / cards 2. stab / shoot / safe 3. hag / hunger / Hackett 4. lake / lodge / leader 5. gun / gift / ghost 6. bruise / bear / bargain 7. rot / rabid / regret 8. puncture / promise / protect 9. choke / chainsaw / cage 10. radio / rage / red 11. motel / memory / morgue 12. haunt / heart / haven 13. casualty / choice / chase 14. fury / fall / flames 15. teeth / taken / torn 16. shock / selfish / scar 17. bandage / bury / bullet 18. monster / mistake / murder 19. curse / challenge / campfire 20. bitter / balance / bone 21. heavy / hostile / hurt 22. punch / prey / pursue 23. infect / interfere / instinct 24. animal / admire / attack 25. spirit / survive / saint 26. flight / fool / favor 27. predator / plead / party 28. witness / witch / wager 29. hunt / hand / harm 30. worry / wolf / wind 31. bite / bleed / break

Tag with #31 days of the quarry if you feel like sharing!

[trendfilmsetter]

Apple Music’s ‘100 Best Albums of All Time’ list:

#1. Lauryn Hill — The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

#2. Michael Jackson — Thriller

#3. The Beatles — Abbey Road

#4. Prince & The Revolution — Purple Rain

#5. Frank Ocean — Blonde

#6. Stevie Wonder — Songs in the Key of Life

#7. Kendrick Lamar — good kid, m.A.A.d city

#8. Amy Winehouse — Back to Black

#9. Nirvana — Nevermind

#10. Beyoncé — Lemonade

#11. Fleetwood Mac — Rumours

#12. Radiohead — OK Computer

#13. Jay-Z — The Blueprint

#14. Bob Dylan — Highway 61 Revisited

#15. Adele — 21

#16. Joni Mitchell — Blue

#17. Marvin Gaye — What’s Going On

#18. Taylor Swift — 1989 (Taylor’s Version)

#19. Dr. Dre — The Chronic

#20. The Beach Boys — Pet Sounds

#21. The Beatles — Revolver

#22. Bruce Springsteen — Born to Run

#23. Daft Punk — Discovery

#24. David Bowie — The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars

#25. Miles Davis — Kind of Blue

#26. Kanye West — My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

#27. Led Zeppelin — Led Zeppelin II

#28. Pink Floyd — The Dark Side of the Moon

#29. A Tribe Called Quest — The Low End Theory

#30. Billie Eilish — WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

#31. Alanis Morissette — Jagged Little Pill

#32. The Notorious B.I.G. — Ready to Die

#33. Radiohead — Kid A

#34. Public Enemy — It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back

#35. The Clash — London Calling

#36. Beyoncé — BEYONCÉ

#37. Wu-Tang Clan — Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

#38. Carole King — Tapestry

#39. Nas — Illmatic

#40. Aretha Franklin — I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You

#41. OutKast — Aquemini

#42. Janet Jackson — Control

#43. Talking Heads — Remain in Light

#44. Stevie Wonder — Innervisions

#45. Björk — Homogenic

#46. Bob Marley & The Wailers — Exodus

#47. Drake — Take Care

#48. Beastie Boys — Paul’s Boutique

#49. U2 — The Joshua Tree

#50. Kate Bush — Hounds of Love

#51. Prince — Sign O’ the Times

#52. Guns N' Roses — Appetite for Destruction

#53. The Rolling Stones — Exile on Main St.

#54. John Coltrane — A Love Supreme

#55. Rihanna — ANTI

#56. The Cure — Disintegration

#57. D’Angelo — Voodoo

#58. Oasis — (What’s the Story) Morning Glory?

#59. Arctic Monkeys — AM

#60. The Velvet Underground & Nico — The Velvet Underground and Nico

#61. Sade — Love Deluxe

#62. 2Pac — All Eyez on Me

#63. The Jimi Hendrix Experience — Are You Experienced?

#64. Erykah Badu — Baduizm

#65. De La Soul — 3 Feet High and Rising

#66. The Smiths — The Queen Is Dead

#67. Portishead — Dummy

#68. The Strokes — Is This It

#69. Metallica — Master of Puppets

#70. N.W.A — Straight Outta Compton

#71. Kraftwerk — Trans-Europe Express

#72. SZA — SOS

#73. Steely Dan — Aja

#74. Nine Inch Nails — The Downward Spiral

#75. Missy Elliott — Supa Dupa Fly

#76. Bad Bunny — Un Verano Sin Ti

#77. Madonna — Like a Prayer

#78. Elton John — Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

#79. Lana Del Rey — Norman F*****g Rockwell!

#80. Eminem — The Marshall Mathers LP

#81. Neil Young — After the Gold Rush

#82. 50 Cent — Get Rich or Die Tryin'

#83. Patti Smith — Horses

#84. Snoop Dogg — Doggystyle

#85. Kacey Musgraves — Golden Hour

#86. Mary J. Blige — My Life

#87. Massive Attack — Blue Lines

#88. Nina Simone — I Put a Spell on You

#89. Lady Gaga — The Fame Monster

#90. AC/DC — Back in Black

#91. George Michael — Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1

#92. Tyler, The Creator — Flower Boy

#93. Solange — A Seat at the Table

#94. Burial — Untrue

#95. Usher — Confessions

#96. Lorde — Pure Heroine

#97. Rage Against the Machine — Rage Against the Machine

#98. Travis Scott — ASTROWORLD

#99. Eagles — Hotel California

#100. Robyn — Body Talk

[shalomniscient]

how would arlecchino react to the abuse kjsr was subjected to by takayuki?

takayuki is lucky he’s in prison and under watch 24/7, basically. in my canon arle definitely knew factually that takayuki was abusive since the fatui likely have a dossier compiled on sara, and it wasn’t like he kept his abuse secret. she feels a twinge of sympathy for sara on their first meeting, but ofc she doesn’t show it since she has an image to maintain. however, once their relationship progresses and arle sees the effects of takayuki’s abuse with her own eyes she feels absolute pure rage and disgust towards him. she’d tremble with it as her hand traces the thin, straight scars criss-crossing sara’s back and her eyes catch on the way sara’s wings rest at odd angles from being bound for so long. (the only other tengu we’ve seen visually is sasayuri, and all of their artwork has had them with their wings out as if by default. sara, on the other hand, only unfurls her wings occasionally. the implications are hence… unpleasant.) also to some extent i think arle sees at least just a flash of clervie in sara… both were isolated and tormented by their “parent” figure. crucabena singled clervie out by punishing her for speaking up, while takayuki isolated sara by punishing anyone who spoke up for her. it’s unbearably cruel and arle loathes knowing that sara had to suffer through it alone—because though the kingmaking may have ended the way it did, arle at least knew what it meant to be loved before the end. sara had no one and nothing, a lonely bird in a cage. it pains and sickens her, frankly. she considers breaking into the inazuman prisons and killing him herself—it wouldn’t be hard, she’s an assassin after all—but it’s only by sara’s own wish that she holds back. sara wants to bring him to justice, as is her right, and arle respects that decision. nonetheless, she treats sara with a lot more gentleness than one would expect from the fourth harbinger, especially when it comes to touch. arle is observant, always has been since she was a child, and she watches for all of sara’s tiniest expressions whenever they touch. she asks things like, “do you like this, little bird?” or just generally checking in a little more often to make sure sara’s alright with where she’s being touched. arle knows firsthand how this healing comes slow, so she takes it slow with sara as well. at least in this, her little bird will no longer be alone.

[atlantis-fell]

I'm not even going to bring up the books to support my point, I can make another post on that, but my biggest problem with House of the Dragon is how they write the women. Its like they're scared that if they give the women characters too much personality agency or power, the viewers will forget they live in a sexist world. This wasn't as obvious in season one because the show had a lot going on.

Why did all of the main women with speaking lines possess the same personality of peace keepers while all of the men were blood thirsty even beyond reason? Why did we have to see Rhaenyra be disrespected to her face by her vassals lords to prove sexism is bad when in-universe they'd be executed on the spot if logic was applied in the writer's room? Why did a man have to be shown a vision by the gods to cement his support and acceptance of a woman as a ruler? Why was Alicent excluded and surprised by a coup she was actively planning for and even started the Green faction for in the absence of her father? What do you mean Alicent had to be ousted from influence by the men to realize she propped up monstrous power hungry incompetent men in usurping Rhaenyra?

Even in s1, we're deprived of seeing Rhaenyra's individual influence and power at court (retinue, input, favor) since she's always in this state of desparation to make her a sympathetic underdog because the writers dont trust the audience to accept a multi-faceted woman protagonist (powerful, vulnerable, confident, rageful, ambitious, etc), which makes all of the men in her life saviors in some way. Why do we need a prophecy to be relied on so heavily to empower Rhaenyra to rule vs the simple fact that she wants to defend her birthright and her enemies are willing to destroy the peace, the kingoms, and themselves before letting that happen?

Remember in Game of Thrones s1 - s4 where we had a group of well written women characters with distinct personalities, motives, and storylines with complexity that didn't rely on being disrespected by men 24/7 to prove their agency and power was limited due to social confines of gender? Catelyn was comfortable in the patriarchal mold for gender while proving to be a politically savvy, knowledgeable, and active influence in the war. Melisandre was a Preistess whose dedication to fighting for humanity in the Great War was so pure that it made her do horrific acts directly and indirectly despite being on the "right side." The calculating, clever, and manipulatitive Margaery and Olenna of House Tyrell are the true rulers and planners of their House - a direct foil to the tyrannical callous & aggressively patriarchal Lannisters - who truly loved their family and desired their security despite being driven by advancement. Cersei Lannister, a narcissist who desired power and absolute control above all else, malicious and incompetent, hateful at the confines of her sex, and haunted by prophesy. Daenerys is a princess but had to fight for every bit of agency she had and realized she had to halt her ambition and her family legacy to liberate others. I say this to say this was all written under patriarchal societal conditions.

[caesarhamato22]

Hi thank you for accepting my request it was AMAZING!

if it’s ok, could I request another dk fanfic

IF NOT THEN ITS OK!!!!

but if yes how about some ANGST😈 (with happy ending tho😭)

so basically dk’s s/o ends up getting kidnapped while saving Mario and dk wasn’t around. And bowser decides to marry reader instead of peach and I don’t think dk’s happy bout that

Welcome back, lovely! I'm so glad you enjoyed the last request and OF COURSE you can request another one!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! I need to get into some more angst fr

Taken: Pt 1/2

Donkey Kong X Fem!Reader

Summary: While in the middle of a battle, Donkey Kong is separated from you and comes back to find you've been taken by Bowser when you were saving Mario.

Warnings: Language, kidnapping, attempted forced marriage, details of injuries.

*In honour of hitting 50 followers, I wanted to make this one a bit longer for you guys <3*

*This is part 1 out of 2. I'll link part 2 once it's posted!*

*This is set outside the movie*

~

Headcanons:

Spoiler Warning: These headcanons include the first half of the oneshot.

• First things first, DK would definitely be hesitant with you joining the mission.

• He knows how capable you are and how well you can fight, but he couldn't help but worry about something going wrong.

• He knows Bowser has an interest in you, similar to his interest in Princess Peach.

• But it seems Bowser was going for you more often.

• Probably because he'd been obsessed with Peach for so long with no prevail.

• This made DK even more protective over you.

• It may have annoyed you to an extent but you knew he meant well.

• Throughout the battle, he would be watching you 24/7.

• After getting separated, he panicked and sprinted over to where he last saw you as soon as he got the chance.

• Finding out you were taken sent DK over the edge.

• And finding out that you were hurt in the process of saving Mario made him furious.

• He almost broke down.

• How was he going to get you back? Would you even be alive if he found you?

• Actually getting to you was the most stressful part.

• He wasn't sure what state you'd be in, even if it hadn't been that long.

• He went on a rampage to get to you once they got on Bowser's ship.

• The pure rage in his eyes almost scared Bowser for a second.

• But nothing could prepare DIK for the loss he was about to witness.

~

Mario had received word that Bowser was planning an attack on the Mushroom Kingdom. He was informed by some Toad Guards that a large group of Koopa Troopas had made camp just outside the kingdom's premises.

Since his brother, Luigi, was accompanying him at the time, they asked the guards to show them where the camp was.

After making their way into the forest, they all hid in the bushes and made notes on everything in the camp.

Almost twenty Koopa Troopas were setting up tents, sharpening weapons, looking over plans, but what Mario and Luigi noticed in particular was Bowser was nowhere to be seen. The Koopas were seemingly by themselves. Their karts were parked surrounding the camp, like a blockade.

Before they could be spotted, Mario, Luigi and the Toads retreated back to the Mushroom Kingdom to deliver the news to Princess Peach.

With the help of a new warp pipe created to connect Peach's home and the Jungle Kingdom, you and Donkey Kong made it to the meeting in no time.

~

"Bowser's back." Mario announced.

With the Koopa King returning, there was no doubt he'd be resuming his mission in kidnapping the Princess.

Or, potentially, yourself.

"The guards found a Koopa camp, just outside the kingdom." Mario explained. "They showed Lu and I everything. Their set up, their karts, and we even overheard their plans."

While standing around the circular map in the centre of the throne room, the group listened. "They mentioned an ambush. Happening either tomorrow or the day after." Luigi warned. Mario nodded along. "We didn't see Bowser but-"

"I thought you said he was back." Donkey Kong stopped him.

Mario quickly came to Luigi's aid. "That's what we heard the Koopas say. He's coming on the day of the ambush." He furrowed his brows.

He found it annoying how casually DK interrupted people, especially his brother. But, of course, Donkey Kong never dared to cut you off whenever you spoke.

"So, we don't know what day they'll be attacking? Or even when Bowser will get here?" You questioned. Being this uncertain on when the kingdom would be invaded would be a massive disadvantage for your team, and it worried you. Would it be late at night, early in the morning, or at the exact time that you sat down for lunch?

"Doesn't matter. Because we're-" Mario began.

"It matters, you know, a little." DK shrugged.

Toad and you glanced at each other, obviously having the same worries of the argument that could be taking place very shortly.

"Because we're going to stop them before they try anything." Mario raised his voice firmly. "If we crash their camp, destroy their supplies, and even their karts, they'll retreat."

"Then technically, they could be attacking right now, as we speak." Donkey Kong realised. Mario slowly turned his head and glared at the gorilla. "And we wouldn't even know, like, at all."

"Sometimes I wonder how, or better yet, why (Y/N) puts up with you."

"I get free rides." You answered, giving a shrug with your crossed arms. You knew the current topic was serious but you couldn't help but poke a little fun at the red plumber.

"And kart rides too." DK added with his smirk that infuriated Mario every time.

"OKAY, let's move on." Peach leaned against the map and began discussing their plan. "We want to stop them quickly. We'll sneak in tonight and stay hidden to destroy everything we can. If they spot us, we attack."

Everyone nodded, agreeing with her strategy.

"You guys are sure Bowser won't be there tonight?" She aimed her question at the Italian brothers.

"Well, he wasn't there when we were there." Luigi admitted.

"And he won't be there tonight." Mario guaranteed confidently with his fists on his hips. "The Koopas mentioned he'll arrive tomorrow, the earliest. It's best we attack A.S.A.P."

"But what if he's-" Toad raised a hand.

"He won't be! And if he is, we'll defeat him!" Mario practically begged everyone to side with him. He looked to Luigi for support. His brother hesitated for a moment but joined him regardless. A face full of fear turned to pure determination.

Mario's eyes softened when he locked them with Peach. He could see how she wasn't completely on board with the plan, and he understood why. She wanted to protect everyone. Every plan must be perfect.

But Mario felt it in his gut. This plan would work.

His gaze was a silent ask for permission, pleading for her trust. He wanted them all to trust him. He only ever wanted the best for his friends and family.

Yes, that includes Donkey Kong.

Peach thought it over and smiled at her companion.

Toad, as always, followed his princess's lead.

Then it came down to you and your stubborn boyfriend.

Glancing at each other, almost speaking telepathically. You may have trusted Mario but you definitely didn't trust this plan. Fighting the Koopa Troopa army was one thing, but fighting them and their boss, who also had the ability to breathe fire?

"I'm in." You smiled.

Truthfully, you worked better as a team. You joined your friends and Donkey Kong watched you. He was usually the one to rush into every battle the group came across, much to your dismay. Sure, you loved fighting alongside your lover and friends, but this fight could go a few different ways. And DK knew that.

He may be reckless, pretty much all the time, but this was different. Something felt off. This plan was risky, even for him. They weren't prepared for what they would face because they didn't know what they would be facing. All they could really do was improvise with the minimal time they were given and hope for the best.

As long as you were safe and he got to bash some Koopas, everything would be fine.

"Alright. I got nothing better to do than to save your butts. But if anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you." Donkey Kong pointed his finger an inch from Mario's face, to which the short man slapped his hand away.

"Sure, yeah, you can blame me. But you won't need to! Not unless we hurry up and attack."

It was strange seeing Mario so eager to prove himself. He wanted to show that trusting his gut was the right way to go, even if it meant rushing into a battle unprepared. It was unlike him.

Luigi had seen this side of Mario before when they were kids. But this is an entirely new situation that could end horribly if something unpredictable were to happen. He always trusted his brothers gut. That was how their plumbing business started, and look at them now!

Everyone dispersed and gathered what weapons they commonly used in battle. In the midst, Mario approached Donkey Kong after you had walked away.

"You really don't trust me, do you?" He asked offended.

"Not really, no." No hesitation. DK kept has back to Mario while he sorted the raid preparations.

"And I don't understand why. We heard the Koopas, we know their plan. What, do you think I'm making it up?" Mario couldn't lie, he was hurt.

"I'm joking. Yes, I trust you and I know you're not making it up. It's this plan I don't trust. And that's coming from me." DK gestured to himself after turning to the short man. "I've seen, and been apart of, battles my dad's army fought in. This might not be as dangerous as those, but it's still dangerous. And if anything happens to-"

"(Y/N) will be fine. I've seen her fight, she can handle herself!" Mario cut him off. It's true, you could fight. Why couldn't Donkey Kong believe in your abilities?

"I know she can fight, Mario, but that's not the point. The main part is we don't even know if Bowser won't be there. Remember how we almost died last time?" DK started to walk away on all fours with Mario trying to catch up to him.

"No one's dying tonight."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because if we go now, before Bowser gets there, we can stop their plans and potentially set them back weeks or even months!"

DK stopped and faced Mario, still slightly unimpressed.

"And I promise, (Y/N) will be okay."

DK watched him, scanning for any sign of a lie. But Mario was telling the truth. He fully believed this plan would succeed. And you were officially going too. So whether Donkey Kong liked it or not, the mission was going ahead. And he was coming along.

"Fine." He said begrudgingly. Mario smiled, thankful he could convince his friend to join him and trust him.

Now all he needed to do was stick to his promise.

How hard could that be?

~

You and the group silently stalked through the bushes surrounding the enemy camp. Donkey Kong stayed near you, as that's what he always did. Specifically in these situations.

The first thing they noticed was how many Koopas there were. And there looked a hell of a lot more than the twenty Mario mentioned. They gave each other a knowing look. This battle wouldn't be as easy as they thought.

Taking a peek through the bushes to where the others had gone, they saw Mario's expression was the same as theirs.

There weren't supposed to be this many. He was certain they'd be in and out in practically minutes.

There was still no sign of Bowser. Just soldiers, running around, still preparing. Their weapons were ready and their karts were loud yet parked.

As the Koopas were distracted, it was the perfect time to attack. They each took out lone soldiers but were eventually caught when one alerted everyone in the camp.

The adrenaline picked up fast as more Koopas came to fight. By having multiple soldiers fight each member of the group, it was easy for them to separate everyone, including you and DK.

While you focused on the shells, fists and spears thrown at you, DK tried to keep an eye out. His heart raced as it got increasingly harder to spot you through the crowd.

The amount of Koopas targeting you and your friends lessened, and it felt like it was almost over.

Then the wind picked up. The temperature had spiked.

You fought off three red-shell soldiers before they stopped and faced the sky. You took the opportunity to force them back with your weapon before looking upwards for yourself.

Your eyes widened, and you caught Mario doing the same.

"No... it's too soon." He whispered. Koopas dove down from the sky, more than any of you could take on your own. "He's not supposed to be here, yet."

You looked to the opening in Bowsers ship as it lowered itself near the ground. A large figure jumped out of the ship, landing without a scratch.

Bowser's menacing grin spotted your friends. His eyes land on you. A sickening smile greeted you.

"There you are."

You held your weapon tightly, perfecting your stance. He took a step towards you before being struck by Peach. Toad followed pursuit and attacked Bowser's legs as best he could. With this only doing as much as pestering him, he kicked back Peach's loyal subject, causing the princess to aim her poleaxe right at his face and neck.

Blocking her attacks, Bowser shot fire where she stood, not caring about her wellbeing as much as he did before. Thankfully, she jumped out of the way.

His main goal was you. Getting to you. Taking you.

Why not Peach? Did he finally give up after stalking her for so many years?

Mario and Luigi attempted to help, only to be held back by more Koopas exiting the ship.

The same for you and DK, the soldiers wouldn't let you interfere. They purposefully split you from the group, holding you arms back after disposing of your weapon.

"(Y/N)!" DK called. He pushed through the multiple shorter enemies who kept him occupied. "Let her go!"

While attempting to break free, you watched Mario sprint over near the Koopa King, putting all Bowser's attention on the himself.

Mario kicked him back, just slightly to daze him. He landed hits whenever he could, blocking any attack he could avoid. He fought proudly, before Bowser caught his body in his grasp.

"No powerups? Sad... you never stood a chance without them." He spoke so closely to Mario's face. A couple drops of sweat sat on his forehead as he clawed Bowser's hand, desperate to escape.

You witnessed the encounter and used all your strength to escape the Koopas hold. You kicked them back and retrieved your weapon from the ground and ran to Mario's aid.

Bowser talons grazed Mario's face, almost digging into his skin. Your friend hissed at the stings as blood rose to the surface.

Yelling a battle cry, you leaped in the air and kneed the side of Bowser's face. He dropped Mario and you landed in front of him, protecting your friend.

"Mario, move!" You ordered quickly.

He wanted to help, he desperately did. You couldn't be hurt in this battle, he made a promise that you wouldn't.

You blocked Bowser's blows and landed a few of your own while Mario still hadn't moved. You sliced Bowser's shoulder and he stumbled for a moment. You quickly turned to get Mario standing while he still frozen in shock.

"What are you doing?! Get out of-" Bowser swatted you out of the way and you fell to the ground. The Koopas launched a net around you and Bowser threw Mario back, breaking his trance.

"Let's move!" He called to his soldiers before locking eyes with you. "We got what we came for." You shook under the weight of the net and you were lifted and brought back to Bowser's ship. With your weapon back on the ground, you couldn't escape. As you pulled at the net and pleaded for them to let you go, Mario watched from below. Luigi met up with him, trying to get his brother to look at him.

You got on the ship, still in the net, as Bowser stomped over to you. He leaned down to be almost eye-level. You exhaled shakily, unable to look away.

"I've never gotten a good look at you, my dear." His voice was low and haunting. "And I'm hearing wedding bells."

~

All the remaining Koopas flew after the mothership, leaving the group to watch as one of their own was taken. Yet, half of them didn't know . One of which being Donkey Kong.

Mario had silent tears staining his cheeks as his friends came together.

Donkey Kong ran on all fours and caught sight of the ship leaving. For a second, he was joyful. The plan worked! They retreated! Why couldn't he hear cheers?

His eyes darted around to find you. He found Princess Peach, instead. "Peach, are they gone?"

"I think so. Hopefully." She panted as she watched the ship leave.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" He asked. Peach looked at him, then scanned the area. You were nowhere to be seen. After she didn't answer immediately, he looked at Toad. His short friend just shrugged with worry in his eyes as he turned to search for you as well.

Donkey Kong walked over to the Italian brothers and asked Luigi.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked, internally begging Luigi count point you out. The green plumber stared at the gorilla before looking to Mario, who was facing away in guilt.

"Mario. Where's (Y/N)?" DK called him. Mario kept his back turned. DK didn't have any patience for this. He needed to know where you were. "Mario, where is she?" He asked firmly. His friend turned to him, a couple fresh tears dropped. DK was taken aback. His breath shook. He needed answers. And Mario wasn't giving them to him.

"Tell me where she is." DK ordered. Mario took a slight step back. Too much time has been wasted during this interaction and the ape grabbed Mario by the shoulders and shook him, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Mario! Where is she?! Where's (Y/N)?!" He yelled. A growled settled in the back of his throat.

Mario was terrified. Donkey Kong had been mad at him before but it was usually over petty things like who won a silly contest. But these circumstances were much more dire.

"Bowser has her! She saved me and he took her!" Mario blocked his face as best he could, knowing that there could be a possible punch coming his way. But Donkey Kong just stopped. He stopped shaking Mario and stared at him, his vision slightly blurry from rage.

Did he just hear him correctly? No, he couldn't have. Surely not. You were somewhere here, on the ground, with him.

He looked to the ship as reality set in. You were... up there?

"No..." He gasped as he dropped Mario. The man landed with wobbly legs and backed up away from his friend.

As DK took a couple steps forward, he felt cold.

"No, no, no, no," he repeated over and over. His hands grasped his face. Slowly he went to his knees, unwilling to blink in case he lost sight of the ship.

Luigi placed a hand on Mario's shoulder. Mario looked to his brother and Luigi saw he was telling the truth. The ungodly truth.

Peach watched DK begin to shake and stand. He turned and faced Mario.

"Kong, I... I'm sorry I..." Mario couldn't find the words.

"She saved you, and now Bowser has her."

Mario fiddled with his overalls. He'd never recalled feeling such fear and guilt.

"That monster has (Y/N), doing who knows what, because she saved you." Donkey Kong stalking over to his friend, slowly, on his feet and fists.

"...DK, I didn't mean-" Mario stumbled over what to say.

"Didn't mean what? To- to lose the battle? To break your promise of everything being "fine"? Or you didn't mean to get (Y/N) captured because you were too busy watching your own plan fall apart?!" DK screamed at Mario. His eyes were almost red, with tears forming.

Mario had tears of his own as he raised an arm over his face, not knowing what lengths DK would go to to release his anger.

Peach stood in front of Mario, “(Y/N) saved Mario by choice. This is not his fault.” She argued. She knew DK was hurting, but they weren't going to get you back by screaming. DK stopped and glared at the princess.

“So you’re saying it’s (Y/N)’s fault?" He challenged, despite knowing that wasn't what she meant.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Peach shook her head. "If we're going to blame anyone, blame Bowser. He took (Y/N)." She pointed to the ship.

DK glanced at the ship, his hard gaze weakened. Peach put a hand on his shoulder to make him turn around.

"And we're going to get her back."

DK watched her for a second, almost wanting a hug. But he didn't want a hug from Peach, or anyone, he wanted a hug from you. He wanted you in his arms, safe and sound. He glared at Mario as the guilty man kept his eyes on the gorilla warily.

DK slowly walked up to him. Everyone froze knowing he could snap at any moment. He stopped in front of Mario.

“If anything happens to her by the time we get there,” he spoke low at the level of a whisper. Mario didn't dare to look away. He noticed his friends voice almost shook, but DK remained steady. “I’m killing you.”

Mario knew Donkey Kong was telling the truth.

If you were hurt in any way, he was a dead man.

~

IT'S HERE!!!!!!

Yes, there will be a part 2! I didn't want you guys to have to wait any longer so here's the first part. Hope you enjoyed!

See you soon!

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Seething Spirit

Image © Paizo Publishing

[Thank you, Paizo, for introducing more types of incorporeal undead in PF2e. The fact that, by default, the seething spirit speaks Dwarven and Giant (well, Jotunn in PF2e) has some interesting world building implications.]

Seething Spirit CR 11 CE Undead (incorporeal) This reddish spectral figure is humanoid, its outline wavering as if seen through a shimmer of heat. Its eyes are furious, and its features contorted into a hateful grimace.

A seething spirit is an undead creature of pure anger. The souls that create seething spirits died in a state of extreme wrath, and the seething spirit carries that sentiment into the world. Seething spirits are particularly motivated by the specific target of anger—romantic resentment, a persecution complex, racism and straight-up spite are all common factors that might empower a seething spirit. Seething spirits remember little of their lives except their rage, and cannot be put to rest by resolving any unfulfilled business or the like. Seething spirits seek out people with similar resentments and possess them, turning them into a vessel to channel that anger into violence.

A seething spirit cannot willingly leave a possessed target, and so steers its host’s life into its campaign of hatred. They are excellent liars and capable of strategy, but often short-sighted and impatient around their focus of anger. Their ultimate goals are always violent ones, and if they can incite others into destructive mobs, all the better. A creature possessed by a seething spirit radiates rage as an almost palpable aura, and even their punches and kicks strike with the force of a greataxe. Appropriately enough for a being of extreme emotions, they are nearly powerless in the face of a calm emotions spell, which ejects them from their possessed hosts or tears away at their spiritual forms.

Seething Spirit                     CR 11 XP 12,800 CE Medium undead (incorporeal) Init +10; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +13, taste anger Aura raging (20 ft., Will DC 23)

Defense AC 24, touch 24, flat-footed 17 (+6 Dex, +1 dodge, +7 deflection) hp 138 (12d8+84) Fort +11, Ref +10, Will +8 Immune incorporeal traits, undead traits; Weakness vulnerable to calm emotions

Offense Speed fly 40 ft. (perfect) Melee 2 incorporeal claws +16 (1d12+7) Special Attacks furious possession Spell-like Abilities CL 12th, concentration +19 (+23 casting defensively) Constant—tongues At will—detect thoughts (DC 19), invisibility (self only), ventriloquism (DC 18) 3/day—paranoia (DC 19), suggestion (DC 20) 1/day—remove fear, song of discord (DC 23)

Statistics Str -, Dex 23, Con -, Int 14, Wis6, Cha 25 Base Atk +9; CMB -; CMD 33 Feats Combat Casting,Dodge, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (incorporeal claw) Skills Acrobatics +18, Bluff +19, Fly +29, Intimidate +22, Perception +13, Stealth +21 Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, tongues

Ecology Environment any Organization solitary Treasure none

Special Abilities Furious Possession (Su) As a standard action, a seething spirit can attempt to possess an adjacent corporeal creature. This functions as a greater possession spell (DC 23), except that the possessed creature gains temporary hit points equal to the seething spirit’s HD, and whenever it deals damage with a melee weapon, natural weapon or unarmed strike, may choose to use the seething spirit’s incorporeal claw damage instead. A seething spirit cannot end its possession voluntarily. A creature that succeeds its saving throw cannot be possessed by that seething spirit for the next 24 hours. Temporary hit points granted by this ability refresh every 24 hours. The save DC is Charisma based. Incorporeal Claw (Ex) A seething spirit’s incorporeal touch attack deals slashing and piercing damage, and the damage is modified by the seething spirit’s Charisma bonus. Raging Aura (Su) When it is possessing a creature, the seething spirit radiates rage in a 20 foot aura. All creatures in the area must succeed a DC 23 Will save or suffer the negative effects of a barbarian rage, suffering a -2 penalty to Armor Class and being unable to use any any Charisma-, Dexterity-, or Intelligence-based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration. A creature so affected gains a +2 morale bonus to all damage rolls against the seething spirit’s enemies. This lasts as long as the creature remains in the aura and for 1d4+1 rounds thereafter. A creature that succeeds its save is immune to the raging aura of that seething spirit for the next 24 hours. A creature that fails its save automatically fails its save against the raging aura of that seething spirit for the next 24 hours. This is a mind-influencing emotion effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Taste Anger (Ex) A seething spirit can sense the presence of anger and hatred within 1 mile, and detect angry and hateful creatures within 30 feet as if it had blindsense. Vulnerable to Calm Emotions (Ex) A seething spirit cannot possess a creature under the effects of calm emotions, and if a creature it is possessing fails its saving throw against calm emotions, the seething spirit is ejected from its host. If a seething spirit outside of a host is targeted by calm emotions, it takes 10 points of damage per caster level (Will save for half damage).

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 29

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

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Chapter 29 summary: The Partisans arrive on base, and Crosshair realizes how much he still doesn't know about Dara.

Extra content warnings for this chapter: References to last chapter's smut but nothing direct.

As the Partisans’ ship began its descent to the landing pad where they were all gathered, Crosshair was not looking at Dara. He wasn’t even thinking about Dara. He definitely was not glancing over at her to see her reaction to the ship’s arrival, wondering if that was anticipation or eagerness or anxiety on her face. He wasn’t remembering her trembling in his lap, crying out his name, and lamenting that he might never get to hear that sound again.

And maybe he didn’t technically need to be here for the Partisans’ arrival on base, but the rest of the squad was here anyway so he might as well be, and Crosshair definitely wasn’t here just because Dara was here and he needed to see with his own eyes how she reacted when Gerrera came walking off the transport, if she smiled or her eyes lit up or she kept her expression carefully schooled like she always did only to sneak away with Saw later to some dark corner—

He couldn’t do this. He should just go. He was only going to end up causing trouble, and that was probably the real reason why Dara had broken things off in the first place—because working out an alliance between their two groups was too important, and she knew he would just ruin this for her.

Or maybe it was because she knew something else. Suspected, long before he did, what he had only realized he couldn’t keep denying the moment that she had told him things had to end.

Maybe, somehow, she knew that when he laid awake in his bunk at night, he didn’t always fantasize about finding ecstasy between her legs. Sometimes he just pictured staying with her afterwards, burying his nose in her hair while she slept.

Something in Crosshair’s chest had clenched tight as soon as the words had fallen from Dara’s lips the night before, panic and desperation bubbling up from deep in his belly, and it was pure muscle memory to cover it over with snark. He had proposed having sex again just to delay the inevitable, to give himself some time to figure out where he had gone wrong. She was angry that he was being possessive because of Howzer—yes, obviously he was staking his claim there—but there had to be something more.

He didn’t really know much about Dara’s past, when it came down to it. All those long years that natural-born beings had, living unregimented existences. When he thought of everything he’d managed to get up to just during the handful of shore leaves they’d had while the war raged on, he had to acknowledge that it was unrealistic to expect her sexual history to be any less extensive.

But that, surprisingly, didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the thought of anyone else having her now.

Especially if it was someone who mattered to her.

Crosshair wasn’t sure if he was convinced by her pronouncements about Saw, but the least he could do was show her that he was just as good. Could offer just as much. Better. Even if sex was all she ever needed him for.

Dara must have seen right through him, though. The way he had declared how badly he wanted to make her cum over and over was practically a neon sign pointing out that his affection had strayed beyond what she could tolerate. Not to mention how he’d lied to get her to stay on top of him, just because he wanted to sit there with her a little longer before he had to let go and never feel her like that again.

He was so pathetically obvious. In retrospect, the way she had driven him wild with her mouth seemed at best a bitterly cruel parting gift, at worst pity.

Hunter squeezed Crosshair’s shoulder as the Partisans’ ship finally landed. “Easy, vod,” he murmured.

The sniper wasn’t sure what his brother’s enhanced senses were picking up from him. Probably that the hatch wasn’t even open yet and Crosshair was already seriously considering fist-fighting Saw Gerrera just to make himself feel better.

Crosshair huffed. “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh. Just try to behave,” Hunter replied skeptically.

With a hiss of steam, the ship’s ramp finally descended, and the Partisans had arrived.

About a dozen people in a mix of species, all clad in hodgepodge armor and equally mismatched weapons, slowly shuffled their way out into the morning sunshine of the landing platform. Dara nodded and exchanged pats on the back with each one as they passed by, murmuring her greetings. Most smiled warmly to see her, though a few leaned in with serious expressions, speaking quietly and earning a significant look from her in turn. The Partisans had sent a mixture of fighters and Dara’s intelligence specialists, and Crosshair couldn’t be sure, of those who treated her like either an old friend or a superior officer, which group was which.

One individual, however, he had no doubt was a friend, as a tiny Theelin woman with silvery-blue skin and bright blue hair squeezed Dara tightly, chattering a klick a minute.

“You said the operation would only take a few weeks and it’s been months and you let yourself be compromised and captured and we are never sending you in without backup again, and your last message was utter banthashit by the way you barely gave me any details and don’t start with me with that mission security shit I was ready to track this place down and bust you out of here myself if it came down to it you absolute—"

“Everything’s fine, Yaru,” Dara soothed. “I had it all under control.”

Yaru brightened as she released her friend, somehow immediately appeased, her sudden change in attitude liable to cause whiplash. “Well, of course you did. But I need to get you up to speed on—”

The Theelin, who had been surveying the crowd of clones as she spoke, stopped short in the middle of her sentence and lifted her gaze, drawing it up, up, up, until she met Wrecker’s eyes where he towered at least half a meter taller than her.

“Well, helloooo there,” she greeted him, drawing the words out longer than strictly necessary. She looked him up and down without an ounce of subtlety. “You’re certainly a big boy, aren’t you?”

Wrecker turned bright red and rubbed the back of his neck a little sheepishly, but still laughed and beamed at her. “Uh. Sure am!”

Dara scrubbed a hand down her face, lifting her eyes to the heavens as if begging the Maker to spare her the indignity of witnessing this. Crosshair could relate.

She sighed, gesturing between them in introduction. “Wrecker’s one of the clones who picked me up when I crash landed. Yaru works comms and tech for me. Can we dispense with this until after you’ve taken more than five steps on planet, maybe, Yaru?”

The woman gasped in mock outrage. “Is that all I am to you, Dara? An esteemed colleague? And here I brought some of your things from base. That’s the last time I try to do a nice thing for you.” Yaru shoved a pack into Dara’s hands, tilting her head back dramatically and resting the back of her hand against her forehead as she stomped away, faking sobs, the effect of which was almost immediately undermind when she paused in order to wink at Wrecker as she passed by.

Dara shook her head, an amused smile playing at her lips that made Crosshair’s chest ache, before she caught a glimpse of the final person descending the ramp and her expression turned serious once more.

Saw Gerrera had piercing blue-green eyes in a severe, scarred face that his unkempt beard and buzzed head did little to soften. His demeanor was somehow even harsher than Crosshair remembered. It had been two standard years since he had seen the Partisan leader, and through the haze that permeated all his memories of that time under the influence of the inhibitor chip, he could still recall the simultaneous contempt and foreboding that he had felt when Saw had warned them that a civil war was coming.

Crosshair wondered how the rebel had seen what was happening so early on, when they themselves were still floundering. Though he had thought Gerrera was simply an arrogant insurgent at the time, destined to be destroyed, the rebel had been right, in the end. The Batch needed to pick a side, and shortly after their encounter, they had.

Unfortunately, Crosshair had not been on the side the rest of his squad had chosen at first. But he was here now.

Dara nodded at her leader, greeting him no more or less than she had the rest of her comrades—to Crosshair’s quiet joy—but then furrowed her brow at his glare.

“Saw. Did something happen?”

“We had a stowaway,” he growled.

Dara, confused, looked beyond him deeper into the interior of the ship. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she smiled, her expression radiating warmth. It was dazzling, like staring directly into a star, and Crosshair felt his chest ache again.

She’d never looked at him like that. From where he stood, he couldn’t see who made Dara shine like the night sky, and maybe he’d been wrong about Saw all along—maybe someone else was the reason she’d ended things with him. And how could he possibly compete with anyone who had an effect on her like that?

The moment felt impossibly long, far longer than it could have been, before the person came into view, and Crosshair’s fragile and confused emotional state hurtled into the next system when he caught sight of a sullen teenager.

The boy couldn’t have been much older than Omega. He had rich copper skin and dark, wavy hair, but his eyes were a strange milky-gray, pupils barely pinpricks. He blinked in the sunlight, gaze flicking uncertainly between Dara and Saw as he shifted from foot to foot. Dara folded her arms and scowled at him, but her eyes gave her away, still twinkling with happiness.

“What, I’m gone for a few months and suddenly you’re too good to give me a hug?”

Relief washing over his features, the boy took the last few steps at a run, practically tackling Dara in his eagerness. “I thought you’d be mad,” he breathed. “Saw was.”

Dara drew away from him, grinning. “I could never be mad at you for coming to see me.”

The boy frowned. “But I left my post.”

“Well, it’s about time you gave me a field report, isn’t it?” She ignored Saw’s displeasure entirely as she looked the teen up and down for a minute. “Dank farrik, kid, how much taller did you grow?”

The boy only shrugged before he glanced out at the group of clones and realized they had an audience. Dara patted his back in support when he drew back.

“Boys, this is Brith, my best field agent. If you want to know everything there is to know about a target or an Imperial base, all you have to do is drop him in town for a few weeks and wait.”

Brith shrugged a little self-consciously as the men smiled and nodded at him. Omega caught his eye with an excitable wave, and Crosshair was certain she’d be interrogating him, wide-eyed, about his adventures before the hour was up. Crosshair himself, though, wasn’t sure exactly what to make of it—Dara had certainly never mentioned anything about a kid before, and he couldn’t help but wonder how much else she hadn’t told him.

Dara stood aside for a moment, murmuring quietly to Brith, while Rex stepped forward to clasp Gerrera by the hand. “Good to see you again, Saw,” the Captain welcomed him.

“You too, Rex.” Saw drew himself up as he returned the gesture, surveying the crowd of clones. When his gaze alit on Crosshair and the rest of Clone Force 99, his eyes darkened. “Just wish I could say the same about all your men. You know…” he took a step toward the sniper, arms crossed, expression murderous. “I promised myself if I ever saw you again then I’d even the score.”

Crosshair smirked. “I suppose you could try,” he drawled.

Saw addressed the Captain over his shoulder without looking away, fists clenching.“I’ve got to be honest, Rex—if we’re supposed to be trusting each other, having him on your side isn’t doing you many favors,”he spat.

Crosshair surveyed him quickly, already sizing up his weak points in case it came down to a brawl. Behind him, he felt his brothers stiffening. Wrecker loomed menacingly over his shoulder while Tech shuffled Omega behind them, to her muffled protests.

“Hmm,” Crosshair sneered. “I would give you a list of all the Imperials I’ve killed to prove myself, but I’ve already lost count.”

“Can’t say it would change my mind,” Saw retaliated. “Betrayed the Republic, betrayed your squad, betrayed the Empire…doesn’t seem to me like you care much which side you’re killing.”

Hunter stepped up beside Crosshair. “You’re gonna want to back off, Saw,” he growled. The Sergeant could tell his brother to behave all he liked, but when it came down to it, Crosshair couldn’t help but appreciate how quickly he’d back him up anyway. Both sides were preparing for a fight now, the tension ratcheting up until the air was thick with it, and the part of Crosshair that whispered that he was doing exactly what Dara didn’t want him to do warred with the element that would rather let his feelings out through his fists.

When the woman herself intervened, standing between Saw and Crosshair and glaring at each of them in turn, the sniper almost found himself shrinking back a little.

“Far be it from me to put a stop to this little pissing contest,” Dara interrupted, “but I’ve already had this discussion.” She turned toward Saw, arms folded. “And I’ve made my peace with it. You don’t have to trust him, but you should at least trust my judgment.”

Saw worked his jaw, still glowering, his eyes darting between Dara and Crosshair for a moment.

“You’ll vouch for him?” he finally asked.

Dara glanced back at Crosshair, expression unreadable, and he felt a traitorous flip in his stomach. It was ridiculous, how his nerves were steel in the face of what very well could’ve escalated into violence, only to wobble the minute she looked at him.

She nodded. “I trust him. We wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”

She trusted him. Surely, she didn’t mean that—she had told him the opposite herself. Dara was just trying to appease Saw, to get this alliance to work. Inexplicably, Crosshair suddenly noticed that the bruises he’d left on her neck had disappeared, and, his stomach churning with all the jealousy and anticipation and disappointment and everything else he’d been subjected to over the last rotation, he wondered if she’d also bothered to waste bacta on erasing the lovely, succulent marks he’d dedicatedly inscribed over her breasts. He hoped she hadn’t.

Saw didn’t relax even an iota, still chewing stubbornly on her affirmation, but most of his fighters did, sensing that the moment had passed. From the corner of his eye, Crosshair saw Hunter signal the rest of the squad to stand down.

Rex placed a firm hand on Gerrera’s shoulder. “The Empire’s hurt all of us, Saw,” the Captain avowed quietly. “It’s time to work together.”

Finally, Saw tore his gaze from Dara, shooting Crosshair one last mistrustful scowl. “We can do that. At least, for now.” He turned to Rex, gesturing with his chin. “Lead the way, Captain.”

As the clones and Partisans followed their leaders from the landing pad toward the briefing room, Crosshair was close enough to hear Dara and Saw’s quiet conversation.

“Where’s Ryndi?” Dara asked, glancing over the group behind them as if expecting to see another face there.

Saw tensed his jaw almost imperceptibly. “She had to stay behind on base to keep an eye on her patients. We had some injuries during an operation on Eriadu.”

“You infiltrated Tarkin’s compound without me?” To the casual observer, Dara was looking at Saw with mild disapproval, but Crosshair could tell she was furious, her nostrils flaring ever-so-slightly. He scoffed internally, thinking that Saw’s boldness must really outweigh his intelligence if he thought he could take on the Imperial governor in his own base.

“It couldn’t be helped,” Saw asserted. “There was a summit of high-ranking Imperial officers that we were targeting. I didn’t want to pull you out from here.”

Dara was gritting her teeth and seemed to want to object, but appeared to decide to bite her tongue. “Well did you at least complete the objective?” she asked instead.

Saw gave her a look. “Do you think I would have this expression right now if we had managed to take out Tarkin?” With that, he caught up with Rex at the head of the group, leaving Dara shaking her head in frustration behind him.

Crosshair was beginning to see where some of Dara’s hesitation in describing her relationship with Saw had come from during his interrogation the night before. Perhaps it was more complicated than he had thought. Though a small part of him was still ringing with a stubborn, certainly misplaced hope—she trusts me, she trusts me, she trusts me—he couldn’t be sure if that was a good thing for him.

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The Other Woman...

Cheating hcs for Veneer & Velvet

warnings: mention of screaming, violence, stalking (indirect and direct), murd3r, alc0h0l abu$3

Veneer:

When you're suspicious:

Tries to lie about it when you find out, saying that someone was setting him up

Super obvious, his phone is never on silent and has one for work and one for personal use, just looking through his contacts gave you suspicions

Horrible liar, "they are just an old friend that wanted to catch up", "oh my lipstick is smudged because of the cup i was drinking out of"

Starts hiding his phone from you more, being more secretive, making sure only the back of his phone is facing you when he is texting the person he is cheating on you with

He acts more affectionate than before, hoping that you will stay with him if you find out

Once he texts you goodnight, he texts the other person asking if they are awake

He always cancels or reschedules plans with you to hang oit out with the other person

When you find out:

Once you confront him about it he tries to play victim, lying and trying to convince you that they mean nothing and that they made moves on him and he was too nervous to do anything about it

His heart drops to his ass once you pull up screenshots of Veneers conversation with the other person that someone sent you

"These are fake! I would never cheat on you! Here, you can go through my phone!" He yells out, anxiously trying to delete the conversation with the other person

His desperation is quickly replaced with fear as you snatch his phone out of his hands before he can delete the messages and he hears your blood curdling scream of pure rage

"Baby please..it was a mistake please lets just talk about this"

He stands their helplessly as you throw the closests objects to you at him, trying to dodge them while you scream "I FUCKING HATE YOU" over and over again

"Please babe I'm sorry! You dont have to do this.."

"You werent sorry until you got caught." You were right, he wasnt sorry until he got caught.

He stood there watching you absolutely destroy his room, flipping dressers over, throwing his phone at the wall, shattering it, breaking framed pictures of you and veneer by slamming them onto the floor. His whole world was collapsing around him and there was nothing he could do about it

Begged for you to stay with him, which you obviously didnt

After you found out and left him:

The realization of the huge loss he experienced finally hit him, feelings of regret and guilt filling his body

He spent countless nights crying, wishing he never did what he did

He ended up blocking the person never wanting to see them or hear from them ever again. just hearing their name makes his heart heavy and makes him sick to his stomach, reminding him of how they completely destroyed his relationship with you, his first love

He messes up at all of his shows, which pisses Velvet off. He doesn't care though, all he can think of is how things ended with you

He replays the scene in his head 24/7, your words echoing in his head ("I FUCKING HATE YOU", "You werent sorry until you got caught")

He tries to convince Velvet to help him get you back, which she refuses to do

He stalks all your social media accounts, bawling his eyes out when he sees you, wanting you to just hold him and forgive him

Doesnt move on, he is determined to wait for you to come back to him

Drinks every single night, its the only thing that can get you off his mind (temporarily)

If you decide to go back to him:

He does EVERYTHING HE CAN to make sure you trust him, giving you the passwords to his phones, setting them down face up when leaving a room that you are in, bringing you everywhere, etc

Posts you like crazy, letting everyone know he is taken

Doesnt follow anyone of your gender on social media (expect for you, if ur a female he only follows you and Velvet)

Always reassures you if you suspect he is cheating on you again, doing everything in his power to prove to you that he isnt

He genuinely has changed, he worked on himself to be better for you

If you move on:

He is in denial at first

Once he sees proof that you have moved on he actually goes insane

Pays people to watch your every move and report it back to him

Still convinced that you will come back to him, telling people that y'alls relationship is just complicated

If you're a popstar, he goes to all of your concerts (buying backstage passes too)

Buys multiple phones just to call you from an unblocked number

Probably pays someone to kill your new partner

Velvet:

When you're suspicious:

You notice she starts to act different, being more distant and avoidant

It was harder to tell with her since she's already secretive with her phone

Blows up on you when you ask if there is another person, telling you that your crazy for thinking that (making ur suspicions grow)

After cheating for a while she starts to get more clingy, hoping it would cancel out her actions

She is never around anymore, shes always with the other person

She gets anxious when you ask to use her phone, asking you what you need it for, quickly deleting messages and pictures, and looking over your shoulder as you use it

You finally decided to go through her phone when she "lost it" (she left it unintended so you took it)

When you found out:

Got very mad and aggressive when you confronted her, yelling at you while clenching her fists, trying her hardest not to charge at you

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

Does she regret cheating on you? No. Not yet atleast.

Like veneer, she tries to play victim

(for fem readers) You continued to go through the messages until you finally lost it, charging at her while crying and screaming insults, throwing punches and ripping at her hair

(for fem readers) Her anger quickly converted to fear as she tried to push you off of her, not being able to because of how strong you are

(for fem readers) Veneer eventually came rushing in, pulling you off of her and holding onto you to prevent you from accidentally killing her

(for fem readers) She cries hard, even after you just beat her ass, pleading for you to stay with her

"Please don't leave me Y/N..I'm so sorry.." Words you never thought you would hear.

She watched as you left, her world absolutely destroyed, finally regretting cheating on you

After you found out and left her:

Completely destroyed, actually letting Crimp comfort her, along with Veneer

Wishes she could take back what she did and get you back

Cant get herself to delete the pictures of you two together, not wanting to let you go

Able to hide her pain from the public (Still performing good, looking like she's perfectly fine, posting positive things on social media, etc)

Doesnt talk to or date anyone else, just incase you decide to come back to her

Gets upset when the break up gets mentioned in interviews, barely able to hide her pain, tears welling up in her eyes (she blames it on allergies)

Stalks all your social media accounts, making alt accounts and commenting on your posts (pretending to be someone else and trying to convince you to get back with her)

Looks for you in public places, hoping to accidentally run into you

If you decide to go back to her:

Spends the whole relationship trying to apologize (going on more dates with you, spending A LOT of money on you, posting you very frequently, letting everyone know shes locked in and doesnt want anyone else, etc)

Gives you the password to her phone and all of her social media accounts

Works on communication, getting better at reassuring you if your still shaken up about there being someone else

Wants you to move past it, but she knows how hard it is for you so she stays patient

Shows you off like a kid who just got a new toy, talking about how amazing you are and how much she loves you

If you move on:

In denial, not believing it

"You're joking? Right?"

She gets more distant from everyone, wanting to isolate herself

She finds out who you're dating almost immediately, stalking their posts, occasionally dming them, trying to sabotage their relationship with you

It takes her a full year to get over you, it was the hardest and most painful year of her life

She still thinks about you a lot, since she still sees you all over social media

Eventually falls back in love with you, having to repeat the process of getting over you

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took long enough damn 😭😭