#the mysterious fistbump

[copperbadge]

The Mysterious Fistbump is ready for summer.

[ID: A selfie of me as the Mysterious Fistbump, my alter ego; my appearance is almost entirely obscured by a newsie cap covering my hair, a COVID mask reading "Millennihilist" covering the bottom half of my face, and a pair of sunglasses designed to look like I'm constantly raising one eyebrow covering my eyes.]

[copperbadge]

[ID: Two images of WWI "splatter" masks; the first is monochrome and being worn by a person, and consists of a helmet, goggles with shutterlike "slit lenses", and a chain mail curtain hanging from the goggles to protect the rest of the face. The second is the mask not worn, in color, showing it was held on by a band around the head, and that the goggles are leather.]

Technically it's not me, it's the Mysterious Fistbump, who is absolutely not my alter ego in any way.

The OG fistbump has had some evolutions since then (I don't own that jacket anymore) but that just means more action figure sales!

My favorite is the lower right, the Fistbump's 2021 "summer look" for cycling. Though I have to respect the product placement on the one where the Fistbump is a Whataburger fan. Fun fact, the lower left, in the green parka, was taken outdoors during the 2019 polar vortex, when the temperature in Chicago without windchill was around -20F.

[ID: Six total images of myself dressed as the "Mysterious Fistbump". The outfit consists of a hoodie or coat hood covering my hair, green-tinted large steampunk costume goggles covering my eyes, and either a scarf or a COVID mask covering the lower half of my face. In all but the lower right, I'm wearing jackets that cover my neck. In the lower right, instead of a hood, I'm wearing a bicycle helmet, and my neck is visible above a t-shirt collar. In many of them, at least one wide, staring eye is visible through the goggles.]

We all agree plague doctor masks are cool but I just learned about these WW1 "splatter masks" for tank crews and I really love their spooky look

[jaggedwolf]

traveling this month means primarily interacting with strangers and thus primarily getting read as a dude, and the funniest consequence of this is that I am somehow killing it with younger guys and older ladies socially. the former are fistbumping me while going "hey bro" and the latter are like "what a bright/polite young man"

[micamone]

every time i remember my screenshot redraws of gravity falls in the kim possible art style i wanna do 5 more but can never think of what scenes to hit with my kp beam

[petrichor-idyllic]

And just because I love your writing and definitely love Minho I would like to make another request (yes your personality now is to make Minho x fem!reader stories sorry :) ). So it's bonfire night and reader gets kinda drunk being somewhat flirty with Minho and when the bonfire is over Minho takes her to bed safely so she doesnt get taken advantage of some drunk boy and she confesses that she feels safe with him. Thank youuuu :)

Oooo yessss. This is right down my alley aha. I guess writing for Minho really is becoming my thing. Not that I'm complaining since I've been in love with him since I read the books when I was like twelve. That being said, I have a list of other characters I will write for pinned on my blog :))

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive language and actions, teenage drink and dumb drunkenness.

Greenie Day has always been your favourite time of the month, even since you experienced your first day in the Glade.

Because it meant it was Bonfire night. It's the one night that everyone let loose a little bit. Under the night sky with the burning flame dancing and people enjoying themselves.

It was rare for people to have a break during the month, so you're not the only one who impatiently waits for the next day a scared Newbie shows up.

And now, it's even better. The boys were getting used to you and you them, earning a mutual respect where you aren't as scared to have some fun.

"Yes!" You exclaim, punching the air in celebration as the empty cup lands on it's head, beating Gally who is just hairs behind you. Claps and cheers from the small crowd of observers break out as Gally has to down another glass of his mystery liquid.

You'd been playing some dumb drinking game with a fair few boys for a while now. The faint buzz of the alcohol sinking in feels good, and you know Newt's nearby to step in if he needs to.

It's nights like these where the Glade doesn't seem so bad. Sure, the Maze is shit, but the Glade is like a mini heaven slapped right in the middle. When things goes smoothly, you really don't mind living there.

You fake bow, chuckling to yourself before you fistbump Gally, showing some true sportsmanship.

You continue playing some games, including a game of truth or dare, which ends up with Frypan sitting on the floor with no shirt on and you having to down an entire glass of moonshine.

"Okay, (Y/N), truth or dare?" Clint asks you between sips of his own drink.

"Hmm, truth."

"Ugh, again?"

"There's no way that I'm taking dares off of you slintheads."

"Okay, okay, uh," Clint thinks for a second, trying to think of a question, "Okay, I got one. Who, out of everyone here, do you think is the most attractive?" The boys seem to perk up at this question, all eyes falling on you.

You have an answer. Of course, you do. But you're not gonna answer.

You give Clint a smirk before taking a swig from your glass, silently forfeiting and earning a series of growns.

Subtly, your eyes wander last the group you're sitting with and over to the Runners. They normally sat on the outskirts of the group, and tonight isn't any different. They didn't really involve themselves with the events of the party, preoccupied with thinking and talking about the Maze.

It makes you feel bad for them. They sound all day, everyday out there and then they come back and can't get it out of their heads.

Which sucks for you because the answer to Clint's question is Minho.

The man is drop-dead gorgeous. He's athletic, quick, witty and respectful. You always find yourself staring when he comes back to the Glade- the sweat makes his already tight shirt stick to him, the harness exaggerating his features, his hair is always perfect to the point of it almost being comedic the casual glances he throws your way make butterflies form in your stomach. Not to mention, he's always been respectful, even jumping to your defence when the other boys try taking things too far.

It's not like you'd never spoken. You'd had a couple of brief conversations and you liked talking to the Runners- you seemed to brighten their grim days.

Someone sitting next to you suddenly clicks their fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. "Hello? You in there?"

"Sorry, what?"

"It's your turn to ask a question."

"Oh, right, sorry," you fake laugh, "totally zoned out there."

The drinking games continue, and by the end of it, you are drunk. You don't normally drink this much, but you've been having fun, so you lost track of yourself, and with Newt too distracted to stop you, you've slightly overdone it.

The light from the flame stretches in front of your eyes as you sway slightly. And all it takes is one glance at Minho for the liquid confidence to take over.

You strut- sorry, you attempt to strut over.

Minho has been left to his own devices, the other Runners have probably called it an early night, and no one else has approached him yet.

"Hey," you basically flop onto the log next him and he immediately raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly at your drunken state.

"Hi?" It comes out as more of a question, his natural curiosity taking over.

"You know," you slur slightly as you lean forward on your knees, "we don't speak very much."

"Yeah? Well, I'm a busy guy."

"Yeah, but it sucks."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Because we don't speak? Duh." A smile slowly creeps onto his face.

"I didn't know you wanted to speak to me so bad," he takes a sip out if his own drink and you watch as it leaves his lips and settles between his legs as his arms loosely fall between them.

"Yeah, well, you're hot, so," you drag out the 'o' sound and Minho sits there in some form of confusion and amusement.

You think he's hot? The only girl in the entire Glade thinks that he's attractive? That's got to be a flex if he's ever heard one.

Of course, Minho was just as bad as every other straight boy in the Glade- he's attracted to you. Unlike the other boys, he's respectful and keeps his distance. Even now, he's treading on thin ice, and he can tell you're under the influence.

Drunk words are sober thoughts and all, but he's not about to risk something you'll regret. He's smarter than that.

You take a swig from your glass, your lack of sobriety causing you to not even pay attention to Minho's lack of response.

"Okay," he leans over, taking the drink away from you and making you whine, "I think you've had enough."

"What?" You move towards him, swiping at the glass, which he moves behind him and above his head, completely out of your reach. "Give it back, Minho! You can't yell me what to do!"

You pay little attention to how close he is, too focused on retrieving your questionable beverage. But that doesn't mean Minho does. You're half sat up, nearly sitting on his lap as you lean forward, you shoulders almost connecting.

"Absolutely not," he puts his hand on your collarbone, careful with the placement as he pushes you back down and away.

"You're drunk."

"And?"

"You're too drunk."

"No, I'm not."

"You just called me hot."

"You're hot sober, too."

Minho snorts. Like, he actually laughs. There's no way this is happening. You're going to be kicking yourself in the morning, that's for sure.

"You're gonna regret this," Minho warns you.

"Why? You scared you'll have some fun?" You attempt to make a suggestive face, which comes across poorly. It just makes Minho hold back a laugh.

"We're not having any fun. There's no way I'm letting you do something you'll regret."

"Who says I'll regret it?"

"You, probably, a few hours from now."

"Find. Shuck you, then," you stand up dramatically, "I'll flirt with someone else then."

You walk away, not giving him a chance to say another word as you approach the closest Glader.

He can't hear what you're saying due to the chattering buzz that surrounds the Bonfire. But he watches as the other boy lets you hit on him, something you're doing in a very poor attempt to make Minho jealous.

It doesn't make him jealous. Well, it kind of does, but he can see what you're doing. More than anything, he's concerned. If you keep this up, you're going to get yourself in a very uncomfortable situation.

So when the Glader rests his arm around your waist, Minho is left with little choice but to act. He's on his feet fast, storming over and grabbing your wrist.

"Hey! What are you doing-?"

"Come on, I'm not watching this klunk," you let him pull you away from the dude. Minho leads you away, having to slow down slightly to make sure your drunken dumbass doesn't fall over.

"Changer your mind, pretty boy?" You coo, and he rolls his eyes, not even glancing at you.

"No." He's blunt. Understandably so.

He practically drags you to your hut- it's essentially a couple of twigs tied together with cement and rope. It was thrown up in a couple of days due to your unannounced and shocking arrival. Alby thought it wouldn't be a good idea for you to be out in the open in a hammock like most other Gladers. The only real requirement for the Builders was a locking door.

"Where's the key?" He says after trying your door.

"Huh?"

"The key? For your hut? Where is it?"

"Huh? Oh! Oh, okay," you've probably got the wrong idea about what's about to happen here. He wants to take you to bed. You want to take him to bed.

You fiddle with your jean pocket, pulling out an iron and slightly rusted key, which Minho basically snatches off you before kicking the door open.

Once you're inside, you grab his shirt, giving him no time to respond. "I knew you'd cave," you mumble, thinking that you're victorious, only for him to grab your arms and direct you towards the bed, pushing you and forcing you to fall backwards.

You screech, hitting the old mattress with a heady thud.

"Okay, sleep," he demands, pulling the covers from under you and making you fall again though you're quick to sit up straight.

"What? No! I don't wanna sleep- unless you-"

"Sleep. Now."

You groan, flopping back, your head fortunately hitting the pillow. He takes this opportunity to pull the blankets over you, tucking in the sides the minimise the chance of you moving again.

"You've gotta sleep this off, dude, this is concerning."

"But I'm still wearing my shoes!" You drag out the final word and Minho pauses, grumbling to himself.

"You gotta be shucking kidding me."

He moves the bottom of the blanket, untying your laces and struggling to get your boots off. You try to help by kicking them off, but it really doesn't do much.

"Okay," he stands up straight, "bedtime. Go to sleep."

He goes to leave, planning to lock the door behind him and then to just slip the key back under the door.

"Wait, Minho," he huffs,looking at you over his shoulder.

"What?"

"Thank you," your voice is quiet and suddenly he knows he's talking to you. "You make me so... safe. Thank you for protecting me."

Out of everything you've said and done in the past hour, that's the comment that almost makes him blush. He lets out a content sigh before offering you a soft smile- a gesture that few people get to see.

"Yeah, whatever," he manages to get out, "sleep."

The door slams behind him, and he does exactly what he intended to, leaving the key for you to find in the morning.

The walls begin to spin as you lay there, groaning into your pillow. You quickly start to wish you hadn't drank so much.

You don't remember when you fell asleep, but your head spins as you rise from your slumber. Your body hurts, but you're pleased to find yourself in your own room with little to no information of how you got there.

Your eyes fall to the key sitting on you floor, not that far away from the door.

"The hell..?" You stand up, swaying slightly and reaching for the wall as a wave of nausea hits you.

You struggle to pick up the key, but slowly, the pieces fall back together. It takes about fifteen minutes, but your brain manages to put the story back together.

"Oh, shit," you rub your face in your hands, sitting on the edge of your bed, cringing at yourself and not daring to leave just in case someone saw or heard how you interacted with Minho.

But you have to leave. You also play a role in the Glade, and you have to go to work.

Shit.

Eventually, you force yourself to get ready and head out. You let the shower wash away last njghts events and head to your job.

No one seemed shocked that you were late, but they also didn't seem to know anything that happened, which at least meant Minho had kept his mouth shut.

You'd missed breakfast and were too queezy for lunch, so when dinner came around you ate as much as you could.

You're so focused on your food that you don't even notice the Runner approach you until it's too late.

Minho clears his throat, scaring the shit out of you and making you physically jump.

The second you look at him, your face starts to burn. Oh God. It doesn't help that he looks so good after returning from his days work.

"Hi," he grins at you, making you shift under his gaze.

"Hi," you spit out and he sucks in a deep breath to try and stop himself from laughing before he can get his words out.

"So," he clears his throat, leaning on the table in front of you from the side, so he's close enough for other people to not hear, "you still think I'm hot?"

You practically choke on your unfinished mouthful, trying to compose yourself but your burning ears and avoiding eye contact is enough of a giveaway.

You finally manage to speak.

"Shut the fuck up."

Minho just laughs.

Another Minho piece so I can feed your guys' addiction. Sorry, this one isn't that long, but I felt like some light-hearted shenanigans were appropriate for this request. I know the plot is kinda vapid and not up to my standards, but this was fun to write.

Hope y'all enjoy :))

[jessi4fanfics]

Will You? (Broppy Oneshot)

|this is for you❤❤ ur welcome|

Perfect, perfect, perfect!! 

Branch hit the more perfectly as the song ended and the Brozonies shouted, "BROZONE! BROZONE! BROZONE!"

Branch's ears twitched, recognizing the voice he loved most in the crowd. He turned and smiled at Poppy, who was near the front with Viva.

Poppy turned to the random troll next to her and he heard her say, "THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!!" over the cheering and noise.

 Branch chuckled as Poppy turned back to him and waved enthusiastically. She mouthed, "Love ya!!"

 Branch gently threw her a tender kiss.

 "Branch, stop flirting." John Dory brought him back to the middle of the stage. "We have one more song before this mystery announcement of yours."

 "Yeah, what is your announcement, anyway?" Clay asked, coming over.

 "Its part of non-ya."

 "What's non-ya?" Clay asked.

 "Non-ya business," Branch shot smartly.

 "Haha, how did you not see that coming?" Bruce laughed, fistbumping Branch.

 "Okay, guys! Let's focus! One, Two, Three-" John Dory shouted.

It's like you're my mirror!...

They finished the song and once again there was screaming and shouting for an encore.

There wasn't going to be one tonight though.

Branch gulped, looking behind at John Dory for the thumbs up.

JD nodded at him, and he started up to the main microphone.

"Uhmm...ahem- hello guys, I..."

The shouting slowly stopped and gradually trips started paying attention to him.

"Hello," Branch said again, awkwardly.

"MARRY ME BRANCH!!" A girl shouted in the back.

Branch totally flushed. He gave that person a small smile in their direction. "Thanks... I love you too..."

Branch gave a deep breath and looked down at Poppy.

She was watching, full attention on him. She looked a bit concerned.

 "So, as you know, I'm very blessed to be here, singing with my brothers. But I would like to credit the person who got me here."

 Now complete silence. Even John Dory was silent.

 "This troll not only encouraged me to give my brothers another try, not only tell me how our differences are special, but also how to be a troll and happy in general. She's always been there for me, and I will always be there for her. She is proudly now the love of my life, and I want her to know now how strong this love is." He turned to Poppy in the audience. "Queen Poppy, would you come up the stage, please?"

She seemed shocked. Everyone clapped and cheered when she got up on the stage next to him.

"Branch, what are you doing?" she whispered to him.

 He just winked at her before taking her hands.

When everyone was quiet again, he took a deep inhale and began.

 "Queen Poppy, you are the light of my world, the sunshine of my heart, and the cream to my bagel," he joked, bringing up a joke she always said to him.

She giggled and so did the rest of the trolls.

 "I could not ever imagine my life without you," Branch continued, seriously. "You mean everything to me and have taught me so many amazing things. I love you and always will with an undying love. I can only hope you feel the same."

 "Branchhh, of course I do," Poppy sang sweetly.

Branch smiled again. "Poppy-- I want to be by your side for the rest of our lives. So, will you make me the happiest troll alive and..." He got down on one knee and everybody gasped.

 "...become my wife?"

 Everyone cheered again. Poppy stood there, paralyzed, hands over her mouth, tears springing in her eyes.

They stood there for a bit.

 "Poppy? You okay?" Branch asked, still in his knee.

"M..me? You want to marry...me??" was all she could get out.

"Of course, who else would I want to marry?" he teased.

But Poppy began to actually bawl. "What if-- what if I'm a terrible wife, Branch? What if I can't pull off queen duties and family alone time? What if...?"

"Poppy." Branch caressed her arm. "I didn't ask you so I could test all of the 'what-ifs?'. I asked you because you're the girl of my dreams. And I want to spend my life with you, Poppy. " When she didn't respond, he whispered, "You don't have to answer now. You can wait."

Poppy bit her lip and looked at all the people expecting a yes from her.

"Hey."

She turned back to him.

 "Don't look at them. Look at me." Branch whispered, "No, is an answer too, y'know."

 No? No?

Wait.

No?

She couldn't say no, she knew that she needed Branch as well throughout her life.

She couldn't believe that he was asking her of all people! But she should take advantage. And she--

Poppy began to cry. "Oh, yes! Branch, yes! Yes! Yes!"

 She got on her knees and jumped on him, hugging him and squeezing.

Branch laughed and gave her a sweet long kiss.

 "Aww," the crowd said.

 "Who knew, that he was going to propose tonight, of all times?" Floyd explained.

"I'm proud of him," John Dory said, grinning.

"Yep." Clay nodded

"HAIII OFFICIAL BROTHERSSS!!" Viva ran up there, giving them all hugs excitedly. "We're going to be SIBLINGGSSS."

"Oh. Great." John Dory groaned. "Here comes the drammaaa... "

I wish TBT had a proposal scene, but maybe that they will add that in the next movie. I hope this is good enough! This is from my Wattpad Broppy Oneshots book! Check out my account @/JessiDelanett❤❤❤

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 7 Minagoroshi pt. 12

I was going to ask the hypothetical of do you think there are any sci-fi mystery stories. But then I remembered that there's plenty of them out there, but for a second I just completely spaced and forgot they existed.

Shortly after the fistbump of manliness the TIPs that follows are the Child Consultation Center calling Oryou Sonozaki to see if the Sonozaki family is behind the visit of Keiichi and friends at the center, and whether the village has anything to do with them either. Oryou categorically denies this, because to paraphrase slightly: "Fuck Satoko Houjou."

Following this is another Teppei TIP where he's tearing apart the Houjou household trying to find the bankbook that Satoko's parents had left behind after they died. Having exhausted all of his options he assumes that the book is probably located in Satoshi's room. This being the one room Satoko actively fights Teppei when he tries to enter it.

I just had a terrible thought. Which parental figure is the worst: Teppei Houjou or Rosa Ushiromiya?

Anyway Satoko goes to school the next day and the rest of the gaming club see the state she's in and offers her the chance to stay with them for a day or two.

I find it kind of odd that no one bats an eye at Rika's comment about Satoko being her pet. And maybe I'm reading too much into this, but her earlier behavior and now this does make me question what exactly Rika's deal with Satoko is. She says she wants to be happy with all of her friends, but she seemed to fall into a deeper and deeper despair when she thought she lost Satoko. More so than the idea that Shion, for example, was about to commit murder.

Despite still being in the depths of her depression Rika seems slightly more recharged because of this showing that Rena remembers more of the alternate timelines. Also I hope you like the line about how one has to reach out to help shape a better future for everyone else, you'll get to hear it approximately ten thousand more times before the end of the arc.

Of course this all goes pear-shaped, during their temporary celebration the principal comes to see if Satoko indeed returned to school. This causes Satoko to undergo a massive panic attack, because she believes Teppei has come to drag her back home.

See, this is what I was referring to when I said the story acts like it didn't bring up the matter of how much of her medicine Satoko actually has. They're now acting like she hasn't had the shots within the past two days anyway. It's just an odd little plot point that was brought up and then summarily forgotten after the screen it was on passed. I guess maybe you could handwave it away that she hasn't had the shots because Teppei wouldn't let her leave her house so what she has is probably still in hers and Rika's house.

Since it's been established Satoko has this disease, theoretically across all of the timelines how come she was able to reel herself back in so quickly when she had this similar freakout in Tatarigoroshi? I just suddenly had like five separate questions about the way events pan out in Tatarigoroshi just pile up with some of the answers that we're told later on in this chapter. For an episode set in the Answer Arcs it sure doesn't do a very good job of explaining it all away. Well I guess that's what the eighth chapter is for I guess.

Don't read past this sentence if you don't want spoilers from near the end of this arc.

The questions are: why was Satoko able to recover herself so quickly after her panic attack. Why didn't she react violently towards Keiichi since she's presumably back around L5 of her Hinamizawa Syndrome? What was the spiritual entity she's encountered in the past that she thinks is possessing Keiichi (Hanyuu?)? Who either moved Teppei's corpse or how was he alive? Did Satoko survive the events of Operation Doomsday after she shoved Keiichi off the bridge? Was her seeing Teppei after Keiichi's murder of him actually Teppei or was this a hallucination brought on by her Hinamizawa Syndrome getting worse? Did Keiichi even kill Teppei for real, or since he theoretically snapped into action to kill Teppei did he actually kill some unfortunate unrelated individual? What exactly was going on with Rena and Mion when they wanted to take Keiichi "treasure hunting" when everything started going crazy on Keiichi?

[daandori]

lovely interaction today. i was sitting on a bench drinking coffee w my mom and a guy walks by and i see his gaze stick on me for a second. i was like whatever. but then he doubles back and looks at me and he was like “i just wanted to say you have the straightest bangs ive ever seen. just like completely straight across” and i was like omg thank u i cut them myself! and he was like oh hell yeah that’s awesome and he gave me a fistbump and then left. thank u mystery person u were so fun and kind and made my day

[majorluz]

Red/Blu Pyro Headcanons!!

To see my lil doodle featuring what I personally believe Pyro looks like under the mask go here pls!!

Red Pyro

Pyro doesn't really try to be mysterious. He just likes the anonyminity and is a little self conscious about her looks. The other mercs are skeeved out by him bc they've NEVER seen her face and have never seen him shower or use the latrine at night. That's bc she's Scary Good at moving around without being detected while unencumbered.

The first person he ever showed her face to is Engie, because he never questioned her motives or showed any fear while interacting with him and treated her like a trusted comrade, with all the friendly back-slaps and fistbumps that came with it. Of course, it was spurred by a conversation where Pyro was teasing Engineer about being scared of him while getting in his personal space, but when Engie reiterated, "No, son, I ain't scared," that's when the mask was peeled off and Dell was met with a yellowed grin and two haggard but gentle brown eyes. "How about now," Pyro signed with her free hand.

Binds with gauze sometimes to aid with the body dysmorphia and the "running-around-in-the-blistering-desert-wearing-an-asbestos-lined-suit" situation but started doing it less and less because Medic threatened to slice off his tits if she kept binding that tight. He's running out of salve and painkillers. Stop making his job harder.

Pyro is very vocal when wearing the mask but when he's not, she's selectively mute and speaks almost exclusively in SL aside from small grunts and vocalizations that are too specific to emulate with signing. (Audible frustration/sarcasam, sobbing, laughter)

Pyroland is less of a "delusion" and more like an inappropriately-timed daydream. Pyro knows what his job is and she is damn good at it, but an active battlefield doesn't really give you any time for escapist fantasies soooooo why not combine the two? it's not healthy or viable long-term but nobody's gonna intervene if the other team's good n crispy right?

Sweaty. All the time. Doesn't matter the time of day or the temperature outside. She smells like sweat, his hugs are slightly damp, and her skin sticks with the person he's touching. This is actually a very pleasant experience.

Uses novelty weapons like the Gas Passer and the Thermal Thruster because they're just so damn FUN. Favorite taunt is Gas Blast, you can probably tell why.

Blu Pyro

He's not nearly as vocal, not even while wearing the mask, she communicates almost exculsively in SL. His demeanor is a lot more docile and shy in social situations, but is arguably even more spine-chilling in combat because she doesn't always laugh maniacally when roasting the opposing team, but rather tilts his head in curious, almost childlike fascination.

The other Blu mercs are a little less scared of him than the Red team are of their Pyro because of her gentler nature, but it's still freaky to wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water only to be met with your Pyro standing in the hallway in his full gear, staring, unmoving, at a wall...

Is also Very Sweaty but instead of smelling and feeling like a warm sweaty body he feels clammy and ill. Nobody's fond of bunking with her because it feels like sleeping next to a corpse. which is double unfortunate because he's a cuddle bug

He LOVES drawing. She'd dip her fingers in blood and draw on concrete if he had no other viable surface. Blu HQ's walls are COVERED in Pyro doodles. some of them drawn in blood The subjects of her drawings usually consist of her coworkers, houses on fire, Ms. Pauling, houses on fire, cats wearing silly hats, did I mention houses on fire? One time, he drew the entire base in flames, so her drawing materials were confiscated for a week. Which ended in the base being set on fire because he had nothing constructive to do.

Absolutely devoted to the stock Flame Thrower. When questioned about it, Pyro signs matter-of-factly, "Fire makes bad things disappear."

She gets injured. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Not enough for a respawn, but he has shown up at the Medic's office with a butterfly knife stuck firmly in the back of her skull, a fire axe stuck in his spine, and her leg blown off from a rocket. It's become sort of a game among the others to bet on how he'll end up mangled on the battlefield. Their Medic doesn't find it very funny.

Very clingy and protective of the mercs she thinks are the 'smartest' like Engie, Spy, Medic, etc. He seems to value intelligence very highly due to her own perceived lack of it.

[skulltasticc]

Aww I can't be mysterious cuz there's no anons here 💔💔 anyways. Fistbump 👊

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get percieved 👊

[desertfangs]

Just had to say that your Amethyst Ring fic is so good!!!!!!!!!! I need/want a huge endless series of just that lol <3 I feel like the Prime Minister assistant fic needs a huge series as well, lol it was just the BEST. All of your Marius/Daniel stuff is so SO so good.

The Madness series is SOOOOO good too, damn I love that one. I really loved the New Year fic, especially with Marius in it, it was like a fine wine.

The dancer fic was really excellent too, as was the Daniel's father one.

The Shadows Stars fic is one of my absolute favorites, just amazing. I re-read your stuff all the time, but that one is just incredible. The recent mystery/Daniel one is so good/incredible too, of course. Thanks for all the great fics!!!! Your work is so appreciated.

ANON!! HELLO! HI! This is such an amazing message! I'm not even sure where to begin! I'm honestly over the moon to hear this, it's always wonderful to know people enjoy my fic!

I'm especially glad about the Daniel/Marius stuff because they're not a super popular pairing (I need them to become more popular so more people make Daniel/Marius content!), but I really enjoy exploring their dynamic. It's so soft and domestic! It's also just so stable that it can be hard to write about because I feel like they don't have a ton of drama, but I also think they have a lot of fun together and it makes me happy!

asdfghjhk; I'm so proud of the Dancer fic, it was really fun to try and expand that single line, and I love hearing people's theories on the Dancer and who he was and how he interacted with Armand and Daniel. (Of all the throwaway lines in the VC, I think that one really blows my mind the most. There's Such A Story there.)

Honestly, it's so cool you enjoy these and I'm glad you're liking the mystery fic, which I need so badly to update! (Work really kicked my butt this week but I'll try to edit chapter 2 tomorrow!)

Thank you so, so much for these kind words. It's encouraging as hell and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. 💖💖💖 I am giving you a cupcake and a friendly fistbump.

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My first reaction was OH GOD I NEED IT and my second reaction was to google the brand and OH GOD NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS.

I had the thought that I could probably figure out how to sew a version fairly easily, but I also just searched online for "goggle coats" and found some very affordable versions. I have no idea if they'll be any good, it's a company I'm not familiar with that mostly does streetwear based out of the UK, but I'll report back when it arrives. :D

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Royalty au part 4 : The Legendary Chalice and the Dish Brothers

[Here's part 4 guys! i know no one reads this shit but im posting it anyway]

Cuphead and Mugman were known prodigies. They took down several knights who trained them, they took time taking down King Kettle though. And when they were kids, they used to call him 'Elder Kettle' since he was around his 60's when he found them. The twins questioned who their parents were and sadly, Elder Kettle only responded, "They were great people, killed by the cruel monsters of this world. Goblins, faes, dwarves."

Mugman was closer to the old kettle than Cuphead, who focused more on honing his skills.

As they grew older, Kettle told them why he didn't had any heirs, his queen died as she was also a knight who died in vain. He tried to rescue her but it was too late, so he vowed to protect people from monsters and keep them safe as possible. It was a legacy he passed onto the cup brothers. Elder kettle is currently very old but still alive, he is assisted by Duke Dice (ik its king dice but for the sake of cringiness, lets change it). A mysterious man who appeared out of nowhere, Cuphead and Mugman felt weird about him, like they feel he was a threat, but they shook it off.

Mugman and Cuphead were on a mission to kill the monster lurking at the Inkwell Isles, surprisingly it was a beautiful mermaid in the name of Cala Maria. It was love at first sight for Mugman, but for Cuphead it was a monster. They fought her and managed to take her down, but Mugsy here begged Cuphead to not kill her.

"But how about the mission, Mugman? Yiu know she's a threat to the people!" Cuphead explained.

"I'll keep her! Uhh..." Mugman looked at the ground sheepishly. Cuphead raised his one brow to signal him to continue.

"Don't worry I'll--"

"Nah! Enough of your explanation! You're a tamer anyway." he cut Mugman off and waved a hand over his shoulder. Letting Mugman know he's able to befriend the mermaid. He smiled happily and told her she was spared. At first, their interaction was pretty rough, but overtime she warmed up to him.

They then started a relationship, "Well, that escalated quickly--" this was Cuphead's pure reaction.

"Heya boys!" a woman called at them.

"Wouldya look at that! Chalice! You're here!" Cuphead greeted Ms. Chalice with a fistbump and went to a silly handshake. Mugman tagged along too.

They were on a mission to stop a scientist from going insane with his experiments, and the higher ups decided to let Chalice join the progidies. Normally, the twins would reject another knight, but this was Ms. Chalice! She was their best sparring buddy as kids, even till now. The Legendary Chalice, she was called like that due to her powers and skill were from their history. The history of Calix Animi, an organization of knights formed to serve and protect the Inkwell Isles. One of the characteristics of Chalice's powers and skill is her ability to utilize both a spear and her finger guns. Even her Supers too, the cupbros have identical Supers, but for Chalice it was unique and almost from history. She also accomplished so many missions on her own.

The Calix Animi respected her so they promoted her to a higher position. And for the Cupbros, they were promoted to a higher position too, but they stayed as normal knights for some reason. They didn't want to be a captain like Ms. Chalice.

And then a new girl shows up to town, Holly May. She opened up her 'Enchanted Store' in the Inkwell Isles. It is now famous since she provided everything a knight needs, though ever since she came, a problem bloomed its way. Many suspected that it was her, but she didn't know anything. And of course, the twins, Chalice and Cala naturally defended her. It eventually cooled down but the problem was still there

The Witch still lurks at night.

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If this is a little confusing for u, sorry, i wrote this real quick, anyway thank you for reaching the end! (that is if anyone reads my shit)

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(ok imma add LAST ONE) The Angel and the Wolf

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murder mystery playlist! which song is your favourite. what scene does it relate to (if youre comfortable sharing before fic is posted). which one did you pick first. any ones that got ditched or couldn't make the cut.

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!!! Fuck yeah, you know I'll be honest I think its just the two of us reading these asks so I don't mind some light spoilers So I think my favourite number in relation to the story is It's Oh So Quiet by Betty Hutton for Better Than Escapovich. I loved the wild contrast throughout the song and thought it matched quite well with the wild pivoting between psychological horror monolgues, sneaking around, and the action sequence towards the end. I always like correlating the more action heavy and emotion packed chapters with dance songs such as Sway by Rosemary Clooney for Suspicions Abound I: Chaos In The Dining Hall since it opens with that strong stark musical sting (mini allusion to the scoring of Clue which used a similar thing)

The first one picked was Guilty by Al Bowlly because it just fit so well with the slimy nature of Basil and was very much an inspiration for his sort of language and vibes. Ironically The Great Imposter was a much later discovery but I was like Fuck that's it thats the story right there plus it sounds like a stage name And can double as an allusion to James and his heavy insecurities and tendencies for imposter syndrome.

There were about an hours worth of songs ditched. Notable inclusions are: Axman Jazz- Squirrel Nut Zippers, Floozie-Alex North, I put a spell on you (technically in there ig), The Masochism Tango- Tom Lehrer, Murder! Murder!-American Murder Song, Copacabana, Dynamite- Betty Lee I think, Sing Sing Sing- Louis Prima, Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered- Ella Fitzgerald, This Ole House-Rosemary Clooney, etc. Most were cut for sake of not fitting with genre, tone, or theme but a lot of these were on the writing playlist for this one. On the subject of Music, here's the characters favourite genres James is a fan of early 00s girl bands a la Letters To Cleo Mickey likes 90s boy bands, a fact he doesn't hide but still suprises people Kevin likes nu metal but he also owns a copy of Criss Angel's EPs which are real and you should go listen to the mindfreak soundtrack it's so funny but also pretty decent. Keith is a 70s poprock guy, ELO is his favourite band Bär,, well I don't know what genre this is but the song Von fremden Planeten by Schloss Einstein Band. That sort of vibe, german new age pop. Spitzmaus doesn't listen to music, just random podcasts and audiobooks or spotifys automade playlists for workouts.

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Watching mystery incorporated with my brother. Fred Jones is so autistic coded I just really wanna fistbump him for some reason