#they're callin for your head and they're callin for your name

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

my blood by tweny one piots is so scott mccall and mieczyslaw stilinski coded.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

y'know how kittens scream bloody murder and alter their voices when they're left alone but immediately pull a 180 when they get attention ? katsuki. it's him it's him and he's so irritating about it.

the moment he feels you've been gone for too long, he starts belting, singing–screeching your name until you show up. he just doesn't seem to notice how hard it makes you shit your pants when he pulls that kind of stunt.

you're sure he can hear the way you stomp like a herd of elephants all the way from the living room, you're ready for a fire, a burglar –anything.

you find your boyfriend calmly munching on some chips scrolling on his phone.

you're convinced you've lost your mind when he blinks back at you calmly, like he expected you to explain yourself.

"katsuki."

"mm ?" his cheeks puff out a little as he chews another handful of chips.

you feel your fingers twitch "what the hell was that ?! why'd you scream ?"

he has the nerve to furrow his brows "didn't scream. you weren't responding when i was callin' you normally, i just spoke louder."

"you didn't speak–you yelled my name out like you were getting bludgeoned." you wheeze out.

katsuki huffs, putting his phone down next to him on the couch. a slight pout forms onto his face "..well why were you gone so long ?"

"i was peeing." you deadpan, eyes wide. "i was in the bathroom, i told you that."

silence. and more silence, then katsuki discards his bowl of chips and reaches for your arm "well ya took too long. c'mere." before pulling you towards him and squeezing his head into your shoulder.

it's even worse when you don't tell him you're leaving. it could be the middle of the night with him having to wake up early the next day. you could've just gone to get a glass of water and moments later he's screeching like a banshee. you're used to it by now and after chugging down your drink with a "coming !" he's already practically wide awake (ignore his eyes drooping and the very loud yawn he let out and quickly tried to shut his mouth when you walked in) arms crossed and sitting up in bed. he'll give you a quick once over and huff, that pout again, and he speaks.

"where'd you go ? don't jus' leave like that. ." you hum, going along with his every complaint of how you 'took too long'. he shoves your head into his chest like you're a plushie and noses at your shoulder. you feel him mutter against your skin before falling asleep again."had me worried 'bout you an' shit. ."

[vandme12]

This has been rotting in my head for so long, how would the KC cast react to a powerful figure Mc? Ronin added mc because he just thought they were a writer needing inspiration, but what if they were actually a big influential figure in politics, media etc? Maybe they’ve hired Misaki before to get rid of someone? Maybe V knows them from charity meetings? How would it all unfold?

I really loved writing this! Whoever asked, Please ask me more head canons! The concept, would be they're a powerful "person" who usually gets people to kill off "bad" people! This is my longest head canon!

Ronin Beaufort!

At first, you were just a fun little distraction. Some writer looking for inspiration in the darkest parts of the world? Yeah, yeah, he’s heard that one before. But you were flirty, sharp, and a little too comfortable around him, which made you interesting.

So, he let you stick around. Took you to some bloody, brutal places, spun his words like knives, toyed with you just to see if you’d flinch.

But you didn’t.

You kept up. You even pushed back.

And damn it, he loved that.

You made things fun.

So fun, in fact, that he didn’t question it. Didn’t stop to wonder how you were able to navigate his world so easily, how you had this natural charisma that could turn heads, how your words carried weight in a way that felt… important.

He didn’t put the pieces together—until he saw your face on the news.

He’s at some dive bar, half-watching the TV, when he sees it. Some big political scandal. Some business shake-up. And right there, center screen, is you.

Your name. Your title. Your power.

His brain short-circuits.

He just stares for a good five seconds, drink frozen halfway to his lips.

“What.”

Immediate, sharp, loud laughter.

“Oh, what the FUCK?! You gotta be kiddin’ me.”

He’s laughing so hard he slaps the bar. The bartender jumps. Other people in the bar look at him like he’s crazy.

Because of course. Of course, the one person he’s been dragging into the worst places, letting into his world, kissing, touching, —

Is actually one of the most powerful people in the world.

The moment he gets his laughter under control, he’s grinning. Big. Sharp. Wild.

“Well, well, well. Ain’t this a fuckin’ surprise.”

The next time he sees you? Oh, he is not letting you live this down.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like the devil himself.

“Sooo, babe. Anythin’ you wanna tell me? Y’know, like—what the fuck?”

If you try to act casual about it? He grabs your chin, tilts your head up, and just grins.

“Nah, nah, don’t gimme that. You mean to tell me I’ve been callin’ you ‘sweetheart’ and sneakin’ you into crime scenes, when I should’ve been callin’ you Boss?”

If you flirt back? Oh, he eats that shit up.

“Ohoho, you’re playin’ dangerous now, darlin’. You know what happens to people who turn me on and surprise me? Bad, bad things.”

He’s so into this.

Like, obnoxiously into it.

He starts calling you titles sarcastically.

“Ahh, my beloved CEO, let me open the door for ya.”

“Oh no, did my precious politician have a rough day? C’mere, lemme make it all better.”

“D’you think world leaders would shit themselves if they knew you were makin’ out with a serial killer? ‘Cause that’s funny as hell.”

But beneath the teasing? Oh, he’s obsessed.

He already thought you were a perfect match for him, but now?

Now, you’re not just smart. Not just dangerous in your own way.

You’re untouchable.

Bottom line? He is so in love with you it’s disgusting.

You’re powerful, you’re dangerous, and you’re his.

And that? That’s all he ever needed to know..

“So, what’s the play here, sweetheart? You gonna bring me down? Put me in the headlines? C’mon, gimme a scandal—make it a good one.”

If you tell him you have no intention of exposing him, that you’re here for your own reasons, he’s intrigued.

“Ahhh, so you’re just a little freak, huh? Love that for you.”

“So, tell me, baby—how’s it feel, bein’ the most dangerous person in the room for once?”

And when you smirk and say, “I’m always the most dangerous person in the room,”—Oh.

Oh, he loves you. Because it’s true, isn’t it? Ronin might be a killer, but you—you have real power. The kind of power that doesn’t need a knife to cut people down. AND that? That’s hot as hell.

Misaki

At first, Misaki thought you were just some random writer that Ronin picked up for fun. Maybe you were looking for inspiration in the darkest corners of the world, and hey, Misaki could respect that.

Until, one day, they’re watching TV in their bunker, shoveling cup noodles into their mouth, and—

Your face is on the news.

Immediate choking.

They nearly drop the noodles.

They stare.

Blink once. Twice.

Wait. What the fuck.

They scramble for the remote, turn the volume up, and suddenly, their world is spinning.

"HOLD ON—"

Because there you are, center screen, name plastered in bold letters. Some scandal, some massive political shift, some media shake-up—and at the heart of it all? You.

The person they’ve been flirting with. The person they’ve been spending nights with in calls.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, BACK THE HELL UP—!"

They’re gripping their head, pacing their bunker, absolutely spiraling.

“You mean—you mean to tell me I’ve been flirting with someone who can LITERALLY change the world?! Oh my god—oh my god, I’m so broke, I can’t handle this—"

The next time they see you? They’re standing there, arms crossed, clearly trying to look intimidating but failing miserably because their face is still stuck in pure existential crisis mode.

“Sooo. You got anythin’ you wanna tell me, boss?”

If you just smirk and go, “Oh? You didn’t know?”

They groan loudly.

"OF COURSE I DIDN’T KNOW, YOU JERK! Oh my god, I was out here thinking you were some struggling writer, and now you’re telling me you could probably buy my entire life with a single check?!"

Cue another breakdown.

And if you’ve hired them before? Oh. Oh, that’s interesting.

“Hold on—wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me I’ve been talking to one of my clients this whole time?!”

They go through a full existential crisis.

But once the initial shock wears off? They’re intrigued.

“Okay, okay, but real talk—why the hell are you hanging out with us? You could be anywhere, doing anything, running the world, and yet, you’re here. Why?”

If you flirt with them? They malfunction.

“H-Hey, don’t distract me! This is serious! You—wait, what do you mean I look cute when I’m panicking?! That’s—STOP.”

But deep down? They FEEL KYAH!

If you say something like “Because I like you”

—They malfunction.“LIES. YOU’RE A LIAR. DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT—”

But deep down? They’re kicking their feet.Because holy shit.

Someone that important thinks they’re important.

It’s the worst and best thing to ever happen to them.

Angel

At first, Angel just thought you were another charismatic, ambitious person—someone drawn into her orbit the way most people were. She didn’t question it too much. You were charming, clever, and played along with her public persona so well it was almost addictive.

Then, one day, she sees you on the news. Not in the background. Not as a guest. You are the news.

Maybe you’re a political powerhouse, a media mogul, an elite CEO—whatever it is, you’re big.

Cue an instant mental shutdown. She’s staring at the screen, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, and for once in her life, completely speechless.

“… Wait, wait, wait. What?!”

First, she replays every conversation the two of you have ever had, wondering how she missed the signs.

Second, she assumes you just didn’t tell her because… well, why would you? She wouldn’t have believed it anyway.

Third? Immediate concern.

Because she knows powerful people. She’s been around them.

And most of them are monsters.

But you? You’ve always been kind to her. Sweet. Playful. The same way she is with you.

…So why does this still feel like a dream?

When you finally come home, Angel is sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a frown on her lips—but her eyes are soft.

"Sooo…" she tilts her head. "Is this the part where you tell me I’ve been secretly dating royalty, or—?"

You try to explain, but she just leans closer.

"And when, exactly, were you gonna tell me that you're kind of a big deal?"

Pout. Full pout.

But she’s not actually mad. Just incredibly intrigued.

The more she learns about your influence, the more protective she gets.

She knows the price of power. She knows the pressure. The weight. The expectations.

And she knows what it’s like to need approval.

She’s quiet for a moment before reaching for your hand.

“Are you happy?” Her voice is gentle.

You nod, but she studies your face carefully, trying to find the cracks.

“You promise?”

If you squeeze her hand, reassure her? She melts.

She wants to believe you. So badly.

Angel is soft with you in ways she isn’t with the world.

She may be a perfectionist. She may be needy for attention. But with you?

She doesn’t have to perform.

She can just… be.

And that’s a rare, precious thing.

And she will make fun of you for the way you talk in "serious mode."

"Ooooh, look at you~ all professional and intimidating~"

But deep down? She’s proud.

She just expresses it through teasing.

She knows power changes people.

And she worries about that. About what it might do to you.

But she also loves you too much to let it push her away.

“No matter how big or important you are…” she murmurs, curling up against you. “You’re still mine.”

And honestly? There’s no one else in the world she’d rather love.

V

The moment, you open your video feed to see him for the first time he knows who you are.

V already knows who you are.

He’s rich. Powerful. Connected. No one reaches his radar without him knowing everything about them.

So when your face appears on his screen, he isn’t surprised.

What surprises him is the fact that you recognize him, too.

You tilt your head, lips curling into an amused smirk.

“Mr Valentin Viljoen, right? We’ve met before.”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Yes. And you are—”

“I'm your kind!” you interrupt smoothly, leaning back in your chair. “Without ever spilling a drop of blood.”

That makes him pause.

His posture tenses. Just for a second.

Because… that’s not wrong.

He’s seen your name in places that matter—a ghost behind the curtains of power.

You don’t get blood on your hands.

You hire people to do it for you.

At first, he’s wary.

You are the kind of person he hunts. The kind who orchestrates death while keeping their hands clean.

The kind that believes their cause justifies the means.

And yet…

You don’t silence everyone. You don’t kill for profit or ego.

You kill corrupt politician. The ones who slip through the cracks of the system. Like him.

He watches you closely after that.

“You play God,” he says one night, his voice measured. “Deciding who lives and who dies.”

You meet his gaze, unshaken.

“So do you.”

The two of you challenge each other constantly.

You push him to see the necessity of what you do.

He pushes you to consider the weight of it.

“Your assassins are no different than the people I kill,” he says coldly. “They’re just a tool you use to maintain control.”

You hum thoughtfully. “And you’re just a weapon that wields itself.”

Silence.

A game of chess with no clear winner.

But there’s one thing he can’t ignore.

You don’t kill the innocent.

Your network, your power—it’s built on a foundation of purpose.

And whether he likes it or not…

You’re not the villain he expected.

He watches you more than he should.

He listens to how smoothly you speak, how effortlessly you manipulate a conversation without a single lie.

He hates how drawn he is to it.

“You play dangerous games,” he mutters one night.

You smirk. “So do you.”

And he hates that you’re right.

He’s used to keeping his distance.

But you make that impossible.

The sharp way you tease him, the way you dance on the edge of his moral code.

It gets under his skin.

“What the hell are you?” you ask one night, head tilted. “A hero? A killer?”

His lips press into a thin line.

“What are you?” he counters.

It happens slowly.

At first, he tells himself he’s just keeping an eye on you.

But then it becomes habit.

Seeking your voice, waiting for your messages, analyzing your movements.

He finds himself protecting you before he even realizes why.

Because the moment someone tries to take you down?

He’s already one step ahead.

“You should leave,” he mutters after taking care of a hitman sent after you. “Disappear.”

You laugh softly. “And let them win?”

His jaw clenches.

He should walk away from you.

But he won’t.

Because for all his righteousness…

He can’t let you go.

[mizzcap]

you're not him

@b-l-a-n-k-d-r-e-a-m inspired this batch of HCs! Send your love to them! (I hope the tag worked!)

TW- Meltdown, Panic attack, Bullying, Mention of SA and Murder, mention of Jimmy (character), fighting

Actor! Jimmy x Reader

ACTOR AU: Jimmy is feeling distant and closed off- curly has even taken notice and brought it to your attention. Maybe this role was too much for a first role?

Continuation of Jimmy's last part

And yes, Curly's partner is a ACTOR AU! version of Y/N from the part 1 scenarios! They're referred to as (P/N)(partners name)

-Jimmy was excited to start the project. Him, Anya, and daisuke hit it off right away

-it made Curly so happy to see Jimmy coming out of his shell and becoming more and more comfortable around his co-actors.

-it made you happy to know that you finally could get your thesis done.

-you started noticing a few older guys in your film class hanging around to talk to Jimmy, though you chalked it up to Jimmy making more friends

-you knew the guys as dudes who kept hitting on Anya, though she couldn't care seeing as they didn't take it too far and well. Anya doesn't like men.

-one day, Jimmy just didn't show up to film a shot

-you had seen him in class that day, and around campus, so you knew it wasn't sick

-now that you thought back on it, Jimmy had become slowly reserved all over again- hesitant about any form of touch.

-so you went looking for him

"Sexually aroused by horses? Oh- so your a freak freak."

You paused up on hearing the familiar voice of your classmate, and the familiar line that Anya improvised one day during filming (truthfully it was funny enough to not only make the cut but encourage a retake because curly wouldn't stop laughing. His partner had to bring him water because he wouldn't stop wheezing)

You found the corner in time to see Jimmy practically curling into himself. Now, Jimmy wasn't small. He was in weightlifting with Curly since the 10th grade- (you learned that while texting Jimmy late one night talking to him before the first shoot)

With that being said

Jimmy hated confrontation. He wasn't a big fan of physical altercations- and only ever went as far as wrestling in the grass with Curly. (Which resulted in (P/N) scolding them for staining their dry clean only varsity jacket)

"What's going on?" You quickly butted in. Pushing past the two over grown men to stand next to Jimmy. Your side pressed briefly to Jimmy's though he was quick to lean away. He was tense, and looked a bit pale. What's wrong with him

"Just talking to Jizzy here-"

"Jimmy." you spat his name, correcting the rude ass boy almost immediately with a glare.

"-right.. we're just having a chat is all. 'bout horses and shit" the other guy laughed at his friend's comment. But the way it made Jimmy's fist ball up as a distraction from the uncomfortable situation, the rage boiled deep in your skin

"if that's all.." you pushed through grit teeth. "We'll be taking our leave now" you sneered and tried pushing past

The two boys whistled as you and Jimmy went past them "Go one now Jimmy boy- Master's callin'!" One whooped after he said that, the noise ringing annoyingly in your ears

You turned so quick the world felt dazed for a moment as you got up in the guy's face. His hot stank breath making you more pissed than before "you got a fuckin' issue, bud? Cuz we'll fix it." You snapped

"I don't, but maybe put horse fucker on a leash. Or not- maybe he'll diddle you next-" the man laughed in your face

The insult made your blood bubble and burst. In your peripherals, you could see Jimmy tense up at his words almost uncomfortably.

"fuck off man!" You snapped, shoving him back without properly thinking first.

You watched his red shoes stumbled back a few steps before sliding forward. Barely having time to process it as a stinging feeling ripped through the side of your face.

You whipped your head up at the man to strike back, only to be met with the back of Jimmy's head and his arm. Stumbling back a few steps as you watched wide eyed

The normally reserved and peaceful man- the one you would watch wrestle in the grass with Curly after shoots. The one who ever showed a hint of anger (though it was more confusion) when he and Anya could understand why Daisuke was winning (you're positive he was eating the game pieces), The man who you would eat being reassured by curly after every shorty that he was not his character..

You watched the same man's fist sink into the center of your classmate's face- a loud crunch sounding as his nose was crushed between his face and Jimmy's fists.

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"it's not that bad" you sighed, sitting on your coffee table and holding a small mirror as Jimmy looked at his reflection.

a bit of blood seeped into and crusted on his scruff that he grew out for the sake of you movie. His bottom lip was puffy and split open on one side. An ugly bruise on his cheek spread to his eye that had nearly shut. While his nose has started bleeding- it was still bruised and banged up. On top of that his knuckles were raw and red from the fight.

Truth be told, you weren't in the best shape either. Your nose has started bleeding from that initial punch from the guy. And your sides ached from where you got hit.

The guys tried ganging up on Jimmy, and you tried jumping in to help.

"on a good note... I think I kicked them hard enough so one won't have kids" you chuckled, but Jimmy didn't reciprocate your enjoyment of the joke.

You paused for a moment, then silence almost suffocating

You grabbed the Gauze and Neosporin as scooted towards the edge of the table, your knees barely brushing against his

"here- I can-" "please don't"

You watched in shock as he tore his hands away from your own, grimacing at the touch

"Jimmy wha-...?" You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head in confusion "what's going on"

When he didn't respond you pushed more

"Jimmy, you've just been acting weird- I tried talking to curly but he doesn't know either- is it the role? Jim, if it's too much you don't have to continue-" he yanked his hand away when you grazed your fingers over it accidentally.

You blinked in surprise

"What if they're right?" Jimmy choked out, head in the heels of his palms as his fingers curled into his dark brown locks. "What if I'm just like him- and that why I play him so well?"

"What?- oh.. Jimmy-"

"what if I end up like him- end up hurting everyone- hurting Curly-- he's like my brother man- I can't hurt curly" he choked on a sob.

"Jimmy.. I-" you sighed and ran your hand over your head as you tried to think of proper wording "This-.. you're feeling upset about playing a fucking horrendous character. That's completely normal- Seasoned actors have a hard time playing a role like this- You're a first time actor, for you to be thrusted into acting- having to play- y'Know.. it's normal to be upset or unnerved, but you have to talk to us, you can't just suffer in silence"

Jimmy shook his head, lifting it to meet your eyes with his dark, bloodshot ones. "But Those guys-"

"Drew and Max are pissy because you get to work so closely with anya- meanwhile they're barely allowed in the same proximity as her" you crossed your arms

"but-"

"are you sexually attracted to horses?"

"..what?"

"are you?"

"no-"

"have you ever...?"

"God no! I'd cut off my nuts before I'd ever-"

"ew dude! TMI" you giggled, grinning as he slowly sported a small smile

"and as far as I'm concerned you haven't off'd anyone or been a 'Manipulative Conniving Dictator', so you're fine" you heard him snort at the dictator part

"I just-"

"Jimmy- look at me" you slowly took his hands in yours- your eyes searching his for a moment as you drew circles on the back of his hand using your thumb "You're not him"

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BONUS:

"Found you n Jimmy on the couch this morning" Anya hummed as she ate a granola bar, helping you build a medical bed by simply holding the screws

"We watched a movie last night and fell asleep- talked for a bit before hand but nothing happened" you muttered, hunched over a rod as you screwed it to the bed frame

"talked? Like when I hear you giggling at 2 am on the phone with him?" Anya has a lazy, teasing grin as she stared down at you, her tongue sticking out from between her teeth as she quietly giggled

Your ears felt extremely hot, and your heart felt like it stop

"shut up!"

You playfully picked up a piece of foam and threw it at Anya's legs

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YAYAYYAYAYAYYA! up next will be part 2 of Anya x Circe reader, then imma do part 2 of curly, then part 2 of Daisuke!

[dizzy-n-busy]

★ SAINT ★

Al and Seth run into problems, SugarBoo won't allow it.

{cw: homophobia, social anxiety, biblical-esque titles(?) and me calling SugarBoo both Sugar and Boo}

• • • ★ • • •

Seth shrugged on his coat, being careful to not reap the baker's stitch-work as he did.

Waiting by the door with fidgeting hands, Seth had wondered over and over and over again about why the couple housing him had asked him to tag along on a grocery trip.

Technically, Sugar had told him why.

" I'm runnin' low on supplies, and I don't want you here alone. "

I don't want you here alone.

The brunet rolls his lips together, knowing the implications behind their worry; his bruise - though having stopped it's swelling - still stung and his body still ached.

Seth sighed harshly through his nose, bunching up his brows and leaning his side to the door with crossed arms, wallowing.

If I had just -

" What'er you poutin' about, cowboy? You in time-out or somethin'? "

Seth jolts at the familiar voice.

Practically snapping his head to look at the pastel punk heading his way, throwing his jacket on and fixing it to sit properly on his broad shoulders.

Alphonse had a brow raised and sassy pout dressed on his lips - Seth scoffed at his playful demeanor, rolling his eyes and pushing off the woodwork to look at him head on. " I am not in time-out, just waiting for your slow self ta giddyap. "

" Don't start with the pissing contest boys, " Boo rounds the corner from the master bedroom, bundled up in a - clearly stolen - hoodie, " we've got places to be. "

They breeze past an incredulously faced Alphonse and towards Seth, who stiffens when they reach around him and grab their keys; turning their gaze to him with soft, lidded eyes.

" So, giddyap. "

~

Seth was practically glued to the couple - Boo, who pushed the cart and Alphonse, who touched every little thing that caught his eye - feeling skittish about being out in such a crowded area.

His eyes bounce between heads, waiting to see ones that set of the alarms. An impending tar pours over his heart; heavy, unrelenting and painfully difficult to ignore.

" Seth. "

Brown eyes find blue ones.

" You okay? Boo kept callin' you but you were kinda...zonin' out. " Alphonse tilts his pastel head at the shorter and Seth realizes that they're in the frozen isle - or maybe the trembling he was suddenly experiencing was from anxiety knawing at his bones.

Seth can't find his voice quick enough, gesturing with his hands as he fumbles over his words; feeling eyes bore at the back of his head.

" I - uhm - yeah! I-I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine? " The brunet glances at the products chilling behind glass doors, " so, ice cream? "

Seth's relieved when Sugar follows along, shifting their weight to show him what was inside the rows, " how do you feel about sharing some neapolitan? "

" Harlequin. " Al says in a quiet pout to himself, Boo seems to hear him despite it. " You really like that name for it now, aye sweet thing? "

Seth chuckles - relaxing - as Alphonse leans his head on top of theirs, mumbling a small confirmation and gazing beady eyed at the tri-colored tub. Seth sees Sugar still waiting for his response with patient eyes, " I don't mind, never really ate it before. "

Sugar nods and grabs the ice cream, shutting the door and making Al cling onto them, giving them a quick back hug and cheek kiss before pulling away.

" We're almost done, just need some new piping tubes. " Boo pulls out their phone after placing the ice cream in the half-full cart, " don't say anything about that, Al. "

Seth looks at the male next to him; the tall fever dream slouches and pouts again, muttering a small 'I'm not that predictable' under his breath.

Boo starts pushing the cart away and the boys start following; Seth sighs discreetly and shoves his hands in his jeans pockets, wondering if the older citizens remember him.

Remember his unsaintly tendencies.

Seth feels something tug at his wrist; he panics instinctively. Eyes tearing to the connection and seeing a hand encompassing it; his eyes lead him up the arm to -

Alphonse?

His dyed head was turned away from him but Seth could see the tips of his ears turn pink. The male's grip was featherlight and gently coaxing him to keep walking.

Seth slides his hand out his pocket and their hands fall interlocked; naturally and out of instinct.

The brunet's head blanks as he continues walking forward - nevermind his ears and face burning hot - he can't even feel people in the isle start staring.

Time flies quickly after Al's display of comfort and soon the trio is stationed at the cashier, placing everything on the moving rack.

" D'you two want any candies while we're here? " Boo asked thumbing through their bills, Alphonse jumped up instantly and nodded, excited.

Seth admired the male who scanned through the limited array of brightly colored sweets; a smile slipping onto his face fondly, softly squeezing his hand when the pastel punk crouched to see them more properly.

The southern male turns his attention to Sugar as Al hops up with a small package, he wanted to ask if they would like anything but -

The sentence dies on his tongue as the deadpanned stare Sugar's giving him - no, not him but behind him.

Seth takes a peek and sees an older woman looking away uncomfortably. She catches his eyes for a second and it's blatant that she's...unapproving of him and the blue eyed candy addict next to him.

Thwack!

All three jump at the noise, the older woman more so. Seth looks at what made the noise and sees a divider being white-knuckled in Boo's hand.

" There you go, " Boo spits, eyes dark even under the florescent lights, " you can stop staring now. "

The woman doesn't get a word out before Sugar speaks again; a little quieter and more softly, " can you two start baggin' the stuff? "

Seth and Alphonse nod, walking to end of the register with their hands still connected; forcing the woman and Sugar to stand closer. Boo gave the woman a nasty look when they paid.

~

The trio make it outside the grocery store, the sky halfway to dusk and glimmering faintly with stars. All holding a variety of bags on their arms while they walk to the car.

Seth had to let go of Alphonse for this but he still reminisced about what happened.

That behavior wasn't anything new to him, but the fact that somebody actually said something about it was...odd?

Unfamiliar? Unnatural?

Seth can't quite put his finger on it, he just knew that it made him feel weird - not a bad weird, but 'this is something new' weird - he kinda liked it.

Big brown eyes glance at the leading figure, Sugar already fast approaching the car. A warm feeling almost brings Seth to his knees when he looks at them.

He'd never felt comfortable in this town - he always felt antagonized; evil, wrong.

Never in his life did he think he'd ever be seen as human or worth protecting. Not since his mama left him here; she was his sole protector.

His saint in this hell hole.

But now, he - and his soul bound partner - had another haven.

Another saint amongst the evil.

• • • ★ • • •

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

did someone say EPISODE THREE???

guys I will never ever skip this intro. goes INSANELY hard.

TIM MONTAGE. wait this ep is WAY more clear. I can see so much better.

ponys monolouge ily ily ily ily motherfucker LOVES to just TALK. n I love HIM.

were seein so much tim. where the hell is curly. where is my baby. my son. light of my life. rat bastard.

cherry's accent is so much thicker. also HEY!! they're FRIENDS!!

tim showin up to defend pony n they take one look at him n DROP pony. yall do NOT wanna fuck with this. that's ponys older brothers like. homoerotic situationship. n he will FUCK u up.

tim sayin hi to cherry aough

TIM FUCKIN TAKIN SOME OF PONYS HAOR GREASE AJDBEHEJNE N PUTTIN IT IN HIS OWN HAIR AJEBHWS IM HOWLIN (also honorable mention for pony tryin SO hard not to laugh)

these boys are always just wrestlin around n shovin each other. I love them. so much.

these boys are chronic mutterers what the HELL are you SAYIN speak UP

who the hell is this girl. they are always just introducin women with little to no context.

'why can't tim stay?' 'we've been through this ten times' 'cmon we got the space!' 'ok make it eleven' HA. guys sometimes this shit is actually so funny

pony n soda bein peak whiny brothers beggin darry to let tim stay over. guys. I love this family actually. 'cmon darry he's a stand up guy!' pony. are we talkin. about the same. Tim shepard?

TIM CALLIN HIS MOM MAMA AOUGH. MY BABY. 'you can turn off the water now ma. your hands are clean.' OHHHH. ok. yeah. ok.

WHERE ARE HIS SIBLINGS. WHERE ARE CURLY. N ANGELA. WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN.

enjoyin this tim heavy ep.

tim is incapable of havin a normal relationship. every time he talks to a man he is. two inches from their lips. n sayin some bullshit like. I need you. 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓️

I feel like the only way to see half these scenes are to sit in a pitch black room. n even THEN ud have to SQUINT.

dog why can't these cops ever just fuck off. Tim is literally just tryin to sleep.

WAIT I JUST REALIZED THIS IS CANONICALLY HAPPENIN AT THE SAME TIME AS THE VIETNAM WAR. SO IN UH. between like 1965 n 1967?

NOOO I WAS JUST INFORMED BY A BELOVED MUTUAL WE NEVER SEE CURLY. IM FALLIN TO MY FUCKIN KNEES NOOOO MY BABYYY

pony is played like such a genuine teenage kid in the show. he is so important to me. my BABY.

steve pullin up n just SLAMMIN on the horn n yellin for soda AOUGH. my BOYS.

'darrys real particular about his ankles. spends a real long time scrubbin em. so what about em' 'his ankles?' ??? baffled.

PONYS WRITIN A STORY WITH TIM AS THE MAIN CHARACTER?? HELLO?? MY BABY?? N TIMS DOIN THE DRAWINS?? AWWWWAUGHH

darry comin out n?? pattin tim on the back of the head?? my babies

I'm sorry?? is darry?? hired again?? DARRY PUTTIN HIS NAME OUT FOR TIM?? HELLO??

aw more pony n cherry hangin out. I love those two.

Pony who occasionally reminds me so much of soda. like every now n then he just says somethin so profound about the people around him n then just goes. anyways. n moves on.

TIM IS SO FUCKIN TALL??

TIM WORKIN IN THE FUCKIN STABLES. OH MY GOD. GUYS. THEYRE MAKIN MY HEAD CANON TRUE. TIM WORKIN WITH THE HORSES LIKE DALLAS. PLEASE.

darry stickin his neck out for tim is so important to me. that's my baby.

soda goin to his boss n bein like my paychecks short n his boss is like yeah? you were late? n soda goes 'what?? I lousey 40 minutes?" FORTY MINUTES? SODA WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOIN??

awww darry n pony cuttin out coupons together AOUGHHHHHG I LOVE THEM MORE THEN LIFE ITSELF we get so much more SIBLIN content in the show AOUGH

SODA QUIT THE DX. WHAT THE HELL. SODA! I LOVE YOU! ARE U STUPID!

aough watchin tim be a bad influence in real time. hmm. huh. dog. n we know how Darry feels about his brothers. that man is NEVER pickin any MAN over them.

tim hiding behind the door. when there is a mirror right there. babe. they can see ur ass. also dog do these cops have NOTHIN better to do. guys go stop a CRIME or somethin n stop hasslin teenage boys.

pony bein the voice of reason for soda. huh. hmm. apugh. soda feelin like he ain't goin no where. aough. my poor baby.

tim just standin around buggin his mama. guys. Tim who just wants his mom to love him. I'm sick to my stomach. guys. I'm gonna be sick.

darry n tims. whatever it is. so important to me. that's my son. n his freak.

tim. do NOT. commit a crime. do NOT. Timothy shepard. do NOT.

IM SORRY TIM N DARRY WERE GONNA RUN AWAY TOGETHER?? IM SORRY TIM N DARRY WERE JOY RIDIN AROUND N GOT CAUGHT N TIM TOOK THE FALL FOR HIM??? WHAT THE HELL

this toxic queer situationship is so important to me. I'm sorry. been won over. tarry is real to me.

SODA ASKIN TO TAG ALONG WITH TIM AOUGH TIM TELLIN SODA TO LISTEN TO DARRY. N WHEN SODA TALKS DOWN TO DARRY TIM TELLS HIM TO NEVER SPEAK ILL OF FAMILY AOUGH TELLIN HIM TO GO BACK TO BUCKS N GET HIS JOB BACK N WORK HARD AOUGH

do the cops in this town have literally nothin better to do. get a hobby.

AOUGH DARRY RUSHIN OUT TO STOP TIM AGHHH MY SON.

SODA GOIN BACK TO GET HIS JOB AGH!!

oh. oh my god. darrys only problem with tim bein that he could have hurt his family. AOUGH. TIM ON HIS KNEES BLEEDIN LOOKIN UP AT DARRY??? HELLO???

🤨 now why's that cop got tim bent over like that grabbin his face. don't like that one bit. let Darrel shayne curtis Jr's husband go right now

oh. my god. the cop pullin out the same gun he shot dallas with. I'm sick to my stomach.

TIM N DARRY IN THE BACK OF THE COP CAR TOGETHER GIGGLINNNNN OH MY GOD. guys. they're kids still actually. they're my sons.

tim workin at the same poweplant he was gonna rob AOUGH

[crowsource]

🐦‍⬛ 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇, 𝚙𝚝. 𝟷 —quotes taken from the album of the same name by twenty one pilots. some edits have been made to allow for rp purposes. feel free to adjust for pronouns/names/etc. [ part 2 here! ]

❝ Cover me. ❞

❝ I can't believe how much I hate. ❞

❝ I'll be right here. ❞

❝ You'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air. ❞

❝ If you need anyone, I'll stop my plans. ❞

❝ You'll have to tie me down and then break both my hands. ❞

❝ Cowards only come through when the hour's late. ❞

❝ Everyone's asleep. ❞

❝ I know I shouldn't say this. ❞

❝ I probably shouldn't show you, but it's way too late. ❞

❝ This is not enough. ❞

❝ Don't feed me to the vultures. ❞

❝ I am a vulture who feeds on pain. ❞

❝ Please keep me down from the ledges. ❞

❝ Can't stop thinking about if and when I die. ❞

❝ We're surrounded. ❞

❝ Are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same? ❞

❝ If I keep moving, they won't know. ❞

❝ What they throw at me's too slow. ❞

❝ I'm just a ghost. ❞

❝ Anybody listening? ❞

❝ I'll morph to someone else. ❞

❝ When everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight, I'll go with you. ❞

❝ I'll go with you. ❞

❝ Stay with me. ❞

❝ You don't need to run. ❞

❝ They're callin' for your head and they're callin' for your name. ❞

❝ Did you know I was grown with you? ❞

❝ If you find yourself in a lion's den, I'll jump right in and pull my pin and go with you. ❞

❝ I'll be back when it's all complete. ❞

❝ I'm runnin' for my life. ❞

❝ I felt I was invincible. ❞

❝ I despise you sometimes. ❞

❝ I'm so sorry I forgot you. ❞

❝ Can you build my house with pieces? ❞

❝ I've always been collected, calm, and chill. ❞

❝ I never look for conflict for the thrill. ❞

❝ For you, I would get beat to smithereens. ❞

❝ What's my problem? ❞

❝ I want you to follow me down to the bottom. ❞

❝ Keep your wits about you while you got 'em. ❞

❝ I could give up and boost up my reputation. ❞

❝ I could go out with a bang. ❞

❝ They would know my name. ❞

❝ Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action. ❞

❝ How could he go if he's got everything? ❞

❝ I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king. ❞

❝ Promise me this: if I lose to myself, you won't mourn a day. ❞

❝ Move onto someone else. ❞

❝ Can we give this some room for a new point of view? ❞

❝ Well, I'm refusing the weapon. ❞

❝ I'm not disrespecting what was left behind. ❞

❝ Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high. ❞

[bumblee27]

Here's a treat for @sloth-sloth-sloth as part of the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri! I saw your Good Omens AU prompt and lost my mind a bit (/pos), so here ya go :D

Oh, I also made them pirates, because I can (I wouldn't call Cleo a main villain, but she's definitely a major annoyance so I really hope that's okay!)

-

A cry from the crow's nest caught Cleo’s attention. She pulled a spyglass from xeir belt, and fixed it on a single ship in the distance, faraway, but undoubtedly making a beeline for Lucifer's Wrath (the ship name was, of course, Cleo's own work). It grew from a speck in the distance to a discernible shape at an alarming rate, white flags billowing. A naval ship.

“Right, listen up!”

Their crew all turned to look at xem. They weren't the sharpest bunch, nor the prettiest. No more than a load of low-lying cut-throat criminals, to put it nicely. But it turned out that all they needed was a good captain to be able to pull off the best - or, technically, worst - heist in history.

“This isn't going to be easy. We are up against the best of the best - far more skilled than any snobby merchant ship we've raided before. But we are going to give it everything we've got. Show no mercy! And if you do… if you're unlucky enough to survive the wrath of the queen's men, I heard Davy Jones is awful fond of cowards. You hear me? I want to see you playing so dirty, your mothers would be ashamed of you. Do as I say, and the path to victory is effortless. Now, who's with me?”

There was a defening cheer of approval and agreement. Cleo was a very good motivational speaker.

The naval ship drew nearer and nearer. Canons started being fired, and from there it just descended into total chaos. The two vessels drew close enough to one another for Cleo's pirates to be able to spectacularly jump to the enemy deck. Cleo herself leaped from the rigging, screamimg a battle cry. Xe landed faultlessly, and chose her first victim, raising their cutlass above their head, ready to strike- and then xe froze.

“Pearl?!”

“Cleo! Ugh, I should have known!”

Cleo clicked their fingers, and both of their crews froze mid-action. “What the Hell are you doing here?!”

Pearl crossed his arms and glared at her. “Someone's been going around, commandeering every ship that's passed through this sea in months. Some ruthless pirates with some kind of never-before-seen strategy that's unmatched in efficiency. It's destroyed all of the trade routes. The people for miles around the coast are starving, turning on each other - it's chaos! ‘The scourge of the sea’, they're callin’ ‘em.”

Cleo put a hand to xeir chest in an exaggerated gesture that implied she was flattered. “Aw, bless. And you're here to what, thwart me?”

“Yup. You know me, I do love my thwarting.”

An awkward silence settled like a foul smell, before Pearl gave an extremely irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of star’s nose. “Cleo, what are we going to do?”

“Ah. I was hoping you would have some sort of solution.”

“Me?”

“Yes! You're the smart one, aren't you?” There was a pause. “Right, you didn't hear that,”

“Wait, you think I'm smart? Aw! Cleoo, that's so sweeet-”

“Right, back to the matter at hand, please!” Cleo huffed, flustered. “How many miracles have you performed in the past couple months?”

“Um,” star tried to count on her hands, but ran out of fingers, and gave a sheepish grin. “Probably more than I should've.”

Cleo groaned. “Oh, for Satan's sake. Do you.. d’you want to just leave them to fight it out? Escape on a rowboat or something?”

Pearl bit the inside of his cheek. “That wouldn't be very moral… Oh, but I don't want to fight you… Fine. Fine! But you owe me!”

“Well, we can add that to the list, can't we? Come on.” They gestured with xeir hand, and a small rowboat materialised, gently bobbing up and down. “Milady,”

Pearl tried very hard to give her a severing look as the demon kissed his hand graciously, but couldn't stop a fond smile from twitching its way onto her face. “I hate you sometimes, you know that?”

“Aw. Love you too.”

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part III)

ELECTRIC TOUCH

"Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay."

"I've got my money on things goin' badly."

"Got a history of stories ending sadly."

"Still hoping that the fire won't burn me."

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life"

"Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life."

"I want you now."

"Wanna need you forever."

"I've been left in the rain lost and pining."

"I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying."

"Every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart."

"I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone."

"I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone."

"I know that all it takes is to get it right."

"I was thinking just one time."

"Maybe the stars align and maybe I call you mine."

"Maybe the moment's right."

WHEN EMMA FALLS IN LOVE

"When (Name) falls in love, she paces the floor."

"The ways that this one could go wrong."

"Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain."

"I know that boy will never be the same."

"She's the kind of book that you can't put down."

"All the bad boys would be good boys if they only had a chance to love her."

"To tell you the truth, sometimes I wish I was her."

"When (Name) falls in love, it's all on her face."

"When (Name) falls in love, she disappears."

"We all just laugh after seein' it all these years."

"When (Name) falls apart, it's when she's alone."

"She takes on the pain and bears it on her own."

"When (Name) falls in love, she's in it for keeps."

"She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave."

"She'll call you out."

"She'll put you in your place."

"(Name) met a boy with eyes like a man."

"Turns out her heart fits right in the palm of his hand."

"Now he'll be her shelter when it rains."

"His whole world's about to change."

I CAN SEE YOU

"You don't think I can see ya?"

"I’ve been watchin' you for ages."

"I spend my time tryin' not to feel it."

"But what would you do if I went to touch you now?"

"What would you do if they never found us out?"

"What would you do if we never made a sound?"

"I can see you waitin' down the hall from me."

"I could see you up against the wall with me."

"What would you do?"

"Baby, if you only knew."

"We kept everything professional."

"They keep watchful eyes on us."

"It's best that we move fast and keep quiet."

"You won't believe half the things I see inside my head."

"Wait 'til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet."

"I could see you throw your jacket on the floor."

"Make me want you even more."

"You know I won’t ever tell."

"I could see you being my addiction."

"You can see me as a secret mission."

"Hide away and I will start behaving myself."

CASTLES CRUMBLING

"I had an empire in a golden age."

"I was held up so high."

"I used to be great."

"They used to cheer when they saw my face."

"I fear I have fallen from grace."

"I feel like my castle's crumbling down."

"I watch all my bridges burn to the ground."

"You don't want to know me."

"I will just let you down."

"I was the great hope for a dynasty."

"Crowds would hang on my words."

"They trusted me."

"Their faith was strong, but I pushed it too far."

"I held that grudge 'til it tore me apart."

"Power went to my head and I couldn't stop."

"Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off."

"Here I sit alone behind walls of regret."

"Falling down like promises that I never kept."

"My foes and friends watch my reign end."

"I don't know how it could've ended this way."

"People look at me like I'm a monster."

"They're screaming that they hate me."

"Never wanted you to hate me."

FOOLISH ONE

"Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans."

"Chances are I will talk myself to sleep again."

"You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high."

"Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right."

"You are not the exception."

"You will never learn your lesson."

"Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come.""

"You will take the long way down."

"You know how to keep me waitin'."

"I know how to act like I'm fine."

"Don't know what to call this situation."

"I know I can't call you mine."

"I will do my best to seem bulletproof."

"Maybe, someday, when we're older, this is something we'll laugh about."

"You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out."

"How could I not see the signs?"

"You haven't written me or called."

"You got her on your arm and me in the wings."

"I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring."

"Maybe I will finally learn my lesson."

"They ain't never gonna come."

"The day is gonna come for your confessions of love."

"When all is said and done, he just wasn't the one."

TIMELESS

"Down the block, there's an antique shop."

"The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime."

"The kind you don't put down."

"In those photos, I saw us instead."

"Somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other."

"In another life, you still would've turned my head even if wе'd met."

"You still would've been mine."

"We would have been timeless."

"I would've read your love letters every single night."

"Prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right."

"I believe that we were supposed to find this."

"I had to smile when it caught my eye."

"Brought me back to the first time I saw you."

"Time stood still like somethin' in this old shop."

"I thought about it as I started lookin' 'round."

"Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did."

"I'd die for you in the same way if I first saw your face."

"Run away and left it all behind."

"Time breaks down your mind and body."

"Don't you let it touch your soul."

"It was like an age-old classic the first time that you saw me."

"Sometimes there's no proof, you just know."

"I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' grey."

"We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made."

"Oh my, we really were timeless."

[thebestlangston]

ENTER: The Man.

Hah, you're askin' me! Nah, man. I dunno what the fuss is all about this time. There's always somethin', you know? Part of being Aaron Langston, I guess. They're always hoppin' on my back for no damn reason. But it's good fun, keeps life from getting too borin'. Do you have anymore questions in your back pocket, sweetheart, or can I finally go back to enjoyin' my own party?

AFTER THREE YEARS IN FRANCE — how fancy! — Gotham's very own Aaron Langston come home at long last! What has he been up to since then? Well, here's a quick rundown!

Yeah, alright. Believe the big press if you will, but just know that they are full of —. They just type away on their fancy little keyboards about whatever the hell they want about whoever the hell they want, 'cause I sure as hell did not say whatever the hell they thought I said.

You wanna know the real story? Yeah, alright. I'll tell you the real deal:

My name is Aaron Langston (yes, like the Aaron Langston, hold the applause; I know I'm amazing). I am a twenty-three year old heir to a multi-billionaire company by day, and a super awesome vigilante by night.

I know what you're thinkin' right now. What's a pretty face like mine doin' in a business that could break my nose and mess up my entire face like that? Well, the answer's simple, sweetheart: I never wanted this job.

Believe it or not, I was goin' out on a walk! Just a fun little jaunt right through the streets of Gotham, hidin' in the shadows 'cause the paps are like blood hounds, I swear. And then, outta nowhere, I caught this guy doing uncouth things! On the streets of Gotham!

I was movin' before I was thinkin'. Beating the crap outta the guy was honestly just the right thing to do, 'cause the bad guy honestly had it comin' and sure it might be Gotham, but we can't just sit around and wait for the Big Bat to drop in and kick ass. We gotta take this — into our own hands sometimes.

Forgot about the mask and the hood, though (and fine, yes, maybe it happened more than once. So, what! The Bats can't be everywhere in Gotham, you know!). Now everyone's callin' me the Hound just 'cause I'm always wearing the same damn jacket with the three headed dog on it. It's my favorite jacket!

Sigh. But damn. Three years changes a man plenty. And yeah, alright, there is no way in hell I would've chosen this on my own. But what's a guy gonna do? Let people get hurt? Nah, man. This is my city, too.

── ✧ OOC UNDER THE CUT!

Hello! I am the mun! You may call me Flynn (they/them) and I am an adult behind the screen. Nice to meet you! This is the first time I'm taking a deep dive into DC rp (and rp in this style in general) so!!! I am navigating through this slowly.

Extra information on Aaron that he himself doesn't know (insider information, aha!): He is half-boy, half-god. This is less taking inspiration from Diana & the Amazonians, and more from Percy Jackson, to be honest (you don't need to know anything about it, though!). One day I'll make an actual Docs file for his information, but all you really need to know is that his parents are his adoptive parents and that his mother's sister is actually Aaron's blood mother, and he is sired by the god Ares. Therefore, Aaron is always going to have that streak of violence, righteousness, and war inside of him, no matter how badly he tries to fight it. It's ingrained in him. He can't fight it.

Obligatory disclaimer on Aaron's behalf: He's kind of a piece of shit. No, there isn't any real trauma that made him like this. He's just ... a freak, man. I don't know what to tell you guys. His story ties in a lot with REPRESSION, including that of his sexuality. Yes, he is into men. No, he is not okay with this. Neither of his parents are either, despite it being a 'lavender marriage' but they're both using the marriage to suppress their own queerness. So, wahoo! Expect that!

I don't mind writing for anything, be it one-liners & prompts, or heavy-narration & in-depth dialogues! My DMs and ask box are always open for discussions! NSFW stuff is something I'd prefer we discussed first, but suggestive stuff (Aaron is a bit of a whore & he's open about his sex-life even if he's repressing his sexuality ... sigh) are perfectly fine <3

[patrik6090]

… Psst, I see dead people

(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

… Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

… Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

… Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

… Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor

… They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

… You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch

And you Malibu most wanted

… Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy

Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on

He fuck around, get polished

… Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

… Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

… They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

… Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge

… You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?)

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?)

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?)

Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?)

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

… The family matter, and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

… Mm

Mm-mm

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)

He a fan, he a fan, he a-

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

… Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

… Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

I like this song

[cobalt-axolotl]

Kendrics Lamar’s not like us accept it’s willliam afton dissing david carter.

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap bastard, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a vastarx to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass bastards tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show bastards

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

Say, Dave, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, bastard?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, bastard

Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird bastards and bird bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Dave, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch

And you Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You bastards'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy

Bastard better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on

He fuck around, get polished

Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, fucker better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you bastards like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass bastards need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you, this the real bastard challenge

You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?)

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?)

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?)

Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?)

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

The family matter, and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

Mm

Mm-mm

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)

He a fan, he a fan, he a-

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

[detectivegoldstein]

You Used to Call Me

Summary: James confronts Bruno when the other man doesn't visit him during his recovery and avoids his calls. James admits that he's starting to develop feelings for both Bruno and Emi and feels lost. It's Bruno who suggests that when James is ready for a relationship, he would be okay dating James while James also dates Emi. James says he will ask Emi what she thinks, and he'll go from there.

ft. @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

It had taken a while for James to feel well enough to leave the house for an extended period of time, and during that recovery he hardly saw or heard from Bruno. It certainly hurt and he was at a loss for why. He'd tried calling the man, but would either get no answer or very brief, stilted conversations. Finally enough was enough. Putting out his upteenth cigarette while waiting in front of the retirement home, he perked up as he saw Bruno exit the building. "Why're you avoidin' me?" No point in beating around the bush.

bruno hadn’t meant to purposely avoid james, well, not to the extent he actually had been. he wasn’t sure where they stood and he wanted to give him space during his recovery while figuring out his own feelings. when he was finally heading out for the day the last person he expected to see was james. “oh i- uh hi.” he stuttered out first before sighing. “it wasn’t on purpose i just.. didn’t want to be a distraction while you were recovering.”

He put his hands in his pockets, scowling. "Most people like to visit their friends while they're recoverin'. What? Are ya ashamed of me or somethin'?" Not that James would blame him.

“what?” bruno looked shocked for a moment at his words before frowning. “no im not, why would i be?” it wasn’t a question asked to really get an answer more just a general statement. “truth is i wasn’t sure if you’d want me around or not.. and i wasn’t sure where we stood friendship wise so i.. panicked i guess.”

James sighed and glanced down at himself. He could think of a dozen reasons why Bruno would be ashamed of him. He glanced back up at the other man, shoulders dropping as he felt the hurt dissipate some. "Of course I wanted ya around. Why do ya think I kept callin' ya dumbass?"

bruno could only shrug. “i don’t know.. was being nice or something?” he sighed and looked at his watch to see what time it was then shoved his hands in his pockets, looking over at james. “you wanna.. come over then? and we can talk about.. everything?”

He raised a brow at the other. "Do I strike ya as the kinda guy that makes phone calls just to be nice?" After a moment he nodded. Might as well go somewhere more private to really talk. "Lead the way."

“well..” bruno chuckled a little, “yeah kinda.” at least from what he knew about james it seemed like he would’ve. guess he was finding out that he was wrong. nodding he started walking towards his place keeping a steady pace next to james. “i didn’t want to not come around by the way… i did want to. i met a friend of yours at the ball and that’s kind of what made me keep some distance.” he finally admitted.

"Yeah, well, now ya know I ain't," he grumbled. At Bruno's admission James came to a stop, brows furrowed as he regarded him. "What friend?" Did someone say something?

bruno quickly stopped with him, thinking back as he tried to remember her name. “emi i believe was her name.” he’d go into more depth if he was asked but truthfully he felt a little silly about the entire situation.

That only furthered James' mixed feelings of confusion and concern. "What…what did she say?" Was this before or after he admitted he was starting to have feelings for Bruno?

“well we talked about you.” that part was probably obvious but then he continued, “nothing bad it was about how we uh.. i guess both have feelings for you and,” bruno stopped himself because he was embarrassed about his thought process during that entire conversation, “you two have known each other longer i didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes so i took a step back instead.”

The hurt came back as he started walking again. James needed the movement as a distraction. "An' you didn' stop to consider how I felt?"

bruno sighed as he continued walking with him but kept what he felt like a respectable distance between the two. “i did but i also didn’t want to assume james. you were and are still going through a lot, figuring out if you like my old ass or not shouldnt be a priority right now and i didn’t want to make it seem like it was.”

"Ain't you avoidin' me already assumin' shit?" he pointed out with a frown. "Also, I'm older than you dipshit. An' yeah, I might not be in a good place for a relationship right now, but I sure as hell would have liked to see you while I was at the clinic on fuckin' seizure watch. Yer my friend, or I assumed we were friends. An'….I've accepted I'm startin' to like you like that. So yeah, you not assumin' shit meant you still assumed shit."

"well when you put it that way." bruno mumbled since he hadn't actually thought of it like that before. he did let out a chuckle though at being called a dipshit, it felt deserved. "we-" he stopped himself to let james finish and had to try to not let himself actually stop walking when james admitted that, looking over at him with a half smile. "we are friends and.. i'm sorry. for both assuming and not showing up.. will you least let me make it up to you? can be my turn to do an apology dinner." he teased, gently nudging the other with his elbow.

After a bit of consideration he nodded, allowing a small smile to replace the scowl. "Yeah, alright. Least ya can do," he teased back. "But I uh, had somethin' else I wanted to talk to ya about. Emi, the woman ya met. I....kinda got feelings for her too. I'm...tryin' to work everythin' out still. Dunno if anyone told ya but hit my head pretty hard the day I went to the clinic so, that ain't helpin' much."

bruno's smile grew for a second before his face fell back to neutral. "i know you said you're starting to accept you've got feelings for me but i'd understand if you want to focus on her. seems like you two have known each other for a while now." he frowned a bit when james mentioned hitting his head. "i know we joked about me playing nurse but i do remember asking for no real injuries." he teased again trying to lighten the mood.

He raised a brow at the other man. "An' what if I wanna focus on you? Or fuck, I dunno." James had dated two people before, though it was an already established couple that left him feeling like bit of a third wheel. No surprise that relationship hadn't lasted long. Though he preferred direct communication, he found this particular topic was hard to broach. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind next time," he quipped, although he held a small smile.

“why?” well that slipped out before he could stop himself. “sorry i meant.. no i guess i really did mean why.” he sighed once again until he looked up, realizing they were already almost to his place. “sorry i’m doing that assuming shit again, been a while since anyone’s wanted me at all.”

James kept his gaze forward as they walked. He hated talking about things like this. "Cuz yer kind hearted? Make me laugh? Why the fuck do you like me?"

"could say the same thing about you." bruno chuckled but shrugged, walking a little closer to james now. "honestly? the fact that you didn't just up and tell me to fuck off after you broke my nose won you some bonus points, showed me you give a shit about people who aren't just yourself."

He glanced over to Bruno, the small smile returning. "An' you didn' flip yer shit at the guy that accidently broke yer nose, though you woulda been in yer right to." After a moment James sighed. "So stop bein' so fuckin' stubborn. I like ya dude. The issue is I also like Emi, an' I'm still in recovery, so I don' know what the fuck I'm doin'. It's hard enough dealin' with everythin' right now without tryin' to sort out my mess of a love life."

he chuckled again. "alright i deserve that, i'll try not to be so stubborn from now on." he smiled back at james. "look, i've never dated anyone who's dating someone else at the same time before and i'm not saying that we will date anytime soon because i want you to focus on you and not a possible relationship but… i do want you to know i'm willing to wait."

Once more James stopped in his tracks to stare at Bruno, trying to process what the other said. "Wait. You'd….be willin' to date me if I also dated Emi?" Well shit. Maybe he didn't need to broach the subject after all. And it honestly warmed his heart, to know Bruno was willing to wait for him to sort his life out.

bruno stopped as well, thinking about what he said and how he meant it. "well.. yeah actually. like i said it'd be something new for me but it wouldn't kill me to try right?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he slowly nodded his head. "It'd….be like ya said. I gotta sort my shit out first but. O-okay. Yeah. I'd…I'd like that. Obviously I'd need to talk to her too, see if that'd be something she's okay with."

he'd almost forgotten about that part completely and realized how just cause he might be okay with it didn't mean emi might. "shit right, well," he scratched the back of his neck, "if she's not then just.. follow what feels right. rather you not be stressed about hurting whoevers feelings, we're all adults here we can accept whatever the outcome may be."

With a long exhale he nodded again, expression softening as he closed the gap between them to take Bruno's hand in his free one. "Thanks. For bein' so...open 'bout all this. I ain't great at relationships an' may royally fuck all this up but. I wanna at least give it a try. When I'm ready."

bruno looked down at their hands for a moment before looking back up with a smile, giving his hand a soft squeeze. “james i’m divorced, im not exactly mr perfect with relationships either but i figured if you’re willing to communicate with me about your feelings then the least i can do is be open. plus one of my kids has two partners, feel like if they can do it then i can do it too.” he chuckled softly and nodded. “when you’re ready.”

[gothicmagpie]

“Jealous Bone” by Patty Loveless

See heads turn when you walk in the room I know what they're thinkin' 'cause I'm thinkin' it too Got a jealous bone Got a jealous bone I feel blood pound all through my veins Every last part of me is callin' your name Got a jealous bone Got a jealous bone

And I know I'm gonna run you off If I don't learn to let you go But ooh ooh you make me lose control I was born with a jealous bone

[wispwhispers]

Landscapes with Attitude: A Guide to Game Biome Design in Yoniversia

Gather 'Round, Folks! So, me and my kiddos, not to forget my better half, have been cookin' up somethin' real special for over a year now. Yep, you guessed it - we're in the game makin' business! Picture this: a multiplayer, wide-open world game mixin' survival with a dash of good ol' farming. And hey, don't you worry, it's all kid-friendly, spreadin' the gospel of livin' in harmony with nature and keepin' the rough stuff at bay.

Now, here's the kicker: we're all about makin' things look real pretty. Think eye-poppin' visuals, explorin' like it's a grand adventure, and puttin' together the coolest crafts since kindergarten. So, what's the scoop? We're spillin' some beans on what's cookin' in the game pot, and we're all ears for your two cents. Bring on the wisdom, the tips, and if you got any constructive criticism, don't be shy! Let's make this game as awesome as a double rainbow after a summer storm!

Listen up, folks, 'cause we've got a world split into these here biomes, each packin' their own set of fancy game tricks, a bunch of goodies, critters big and small, landscapes that'll make your jaw drop, and a whole heap of gameplay twists. But hold on to your hats 'cause that's not all - these spots are all woven into one big tale with levels of tricky that'll keep you guessing.

Blossom Hollow

First off, let's take a stroll through Blossom Hollow. Yep, you heard me right, it's like a crater from a volcano that had its heyday. But guess what? It's turned into a flower-packed paradise. Now, ain't that somethin'? These ain't just your regular old flowers, mind you. These babies are giant, like 'bout-to-take-over-the-world giant. And they've got this nifty trick up their petals - they give life and, believe it or not, immortality. And guess where our hero pops up? Right smack dab in the middle of one of those massive blooms. Ain't life a bloomin' surprise?

Now, let me tell y'all 'bout Blossom Hollow's guardian angel, a little chit-chattin' raccoon named Eric. This critter's got a bigger ego than a rooster at sunrise, callin' himself the grand poobah, the head honcho, the numero uno of the Scout Squad. Yep, he's the proud founder, the heart and soul, the one and only member of the Guardians of the Garden Club. This guy, he's got a heart as big as his bravado, takin' care of this flowery haven like it's his own.

But hold onto your hats 'cause there's trouble brewin'. Lately, some giant thorny bad boys decided to crash the party. They're like the rude neighbors that move in next door and trash the place. Yep, you guessed it, these prickly fellas are takin' over the joint, givin' the local flora a run for their money.

Heartlands

Alright, now let's mosey on over to the Heartlands, also known as the Central Plains. Picture this: it's like the world's biggest backyard, smack dab in the middle. These open, flat lands are the safest spot in the entire world - we're talkin' secure like a bank vault. Now ain't that a cozy thought?

Here, you'll find all sorts of peace-lovin' critters, just chillin' out and waitin' to be your new best friend. Yep, you heard me, they're all ready for a little taming action.

Now, pay attention, 'cause if you've got dreams of runnin' your own farm, this here's your ticket to paradise. It's like a starter pack for all you future farmers. Easy access to anywhere, thanks to its prime location, and ain't it just perfect for gettin' your hands dirty and plantin' those seeds? Trees are like rare gems, grass taller than your uncle's stories, and hills? Well, they're just scattered around like small talk at a family reunion. Not to mention, a couple of big rivers flowin' through these parts. So saddle up, partner, 'cause the Heartlands are callin' your name!

Bramblewood

Now, gather 'round, 'cause I've got a tale to spin about a forest that's been around since Merlin was a schoolboy. We're talkin' ancient, folks, with magic drippin' off its branches like honey from a comb. Imagine this: thickets so dense they make a haystack look like a lace doily. And hey, there's no shortage of babbling brooks with their fancy fringes, addin' a touch of class to the place.

But here's where it gets juicy - inside this fantastical forest, the secret trails are like a riddle wrapped in a mystery, smothered in thorns. Those prickly bushes hide critters meaner than a rattlesnake with a toothache, just waitin' to pounce on unsuspecting wanderers. You might be strolling, hummin' a tune, and bam! Nature's surprise party comes callin' with teeth and claws.

But hold on tight, 'cause there's a twist in this twist. Hidden deep within these thorny thickets, treasures glint brighter than your Aunt Mabel's prized crystal and artifacts as magical as Uncle Joe's tall tales after a couple of whiskeys. Now, before you waltz into this mystical maze, better pack a mean axe 'cause this place ain't for the faint-hearted. So gear up, sharpen your wits, and let's see if you've got what it takes to face the enchantment of Bramblewood!

"Stonevault Plateau - Where Even the Rocks Are Feeling Airborne

Hold on to your broomsticks, 'cause we're talking about a place where walking just won't cut it. You'll need a dash of flight magic, a sprinkle of water-walking, or a good ol' fashioned aquatic pal to get around this joint.

Now picture this: a plateau that's as stony as your grandpa's one-liners, peppered with all sorts of natural karst bathtubs. It's like Mother Nature decided to treat herself to a spa day and left the tubs behind. But that's not all - the land's like a patchwork quilt of stone, blending seamlessly with nooks, crannies, and secret hidey-holes. And in this one-of-a-kind spot, you'll find creatures that pack a punch, meaner than a bull in a china shop.

Now, let's get practical, 'cause to navigate this wonderland, you'll need some real finesse in the jumping department, or maybe even a smidge of high-level magic to boot. Yeah, you heard me right - all those hours spent leaping over mushroom platforms in your younger days might finally pay off. But here's the kicker, amidst all the danger, this place is like a treasure chest. Rich in resources, and hiding some of the mightiest magic artifacts you've ever seen. So strap on your flight goggles, grab your water wings, or hitch a ride on a trusty swim buddy, 'cause Stonevault Plateau ain't for the faint-hearted, but it sure ain't no dry spell either!"

Coral Shores - Where Sand Meets Secrets

Let me spin you a tale of a sprawling sandy shore, my friends. Once upon a time, this very spot was the ocean's floor, but as time danced on, the waves pulled back their curtain, revealing massive caves sculpted by coral and polyps.

Now, let's talk monsters, and no, I ain't talkin' 'bout your nosy neighbor. Every now and then, colossal creatures come ashore, and trust me, takin' 'em on solo is like tryin' to outdance a tornado. If you're aiming for victory, it's time to call in the reinforcements - that's right, rally your buddies, 'cause teamwork makes the dream work.

But hold onto your controllers, folks, 'cause there's more magic brewin'. These are just a sneak peek of the stops on our game's world tour, and let me tell ya, there's a whole buffet of excitement waitin' ahead. We're ready for your wisdom, your feedback, and if you got any advice to sling our way, bring it on!

P.S. Keep your eyes peeled for the next post, where I'm slicing off the promo bits and diving straight into that "first view" of gameplay. Get ready, 'cause it's gonna be a ride through the basics of game design and balancing that's gonna make your joystick jiggle!

[whitherwordswither]

Logs from the Starfields, VIII

Captain's Log #0.08:

Akila keeps callin' my name.

Not just because I kinda like the shabby little town or the way Helga says hi to me every time I wander in to The Rock. I've also got unfinished business here. Of the Ranger variety. I finally head on up and turn in the bounty they'd sent me out on the other day. Looks like I'm the right type'a folks they're lookin' fer. And y'know what? I could use some good flowin' my way. I have a chat with the Sheriff and he sends me and Emma out to investigate a call from help from… Waggoner Farm! Well, hey. I know where that is. I done did a delivery there not too long back! Nice folks. If anyone is botherin' 'em, I won't hesitate to put a couple boots up some asses.

We land and Mikaela waves us over. She's right scared. Says a group of gruff lookin' merc-types were tryin' to get her to sell the farm to 'em dirty cheap. Said they'd be back, then headed off in to some nearby canyons. I ain't ever tracked no one before but Emma seems to think I do a good enough job of it. We weave our way through some proper jagged rockface, blast through some hostile local wildlife and eventually reach a small encampment.

Turns out this merc unit are old Freestar. Like them's that fought against the UC in the war. Or whatever. I straight away don't like the way the boss man here is talkin'. Seems like they ain't gonna go quiet. They open fire. Big mistake. Emma and I lay waste to the group without too much trouble. Though I had to quick-like ingest some Med packs 'cause damn, that leader-boy packed quite a punch. … We scour their camp for clues afterward and I notice a ship in the distance. Turns out this is a stolen vessel from the HopeTec shipyard. Curious. The plot deepens! But at least the farm should be safe for now. I let Mikaela know things should be good, but keep the comms open just in case. Then me n Emma head back to Akila to report in to Daniels.

Daniels used to be affiliated with this group of old school Freestar mercs. 'Cept everyone else after the war got jail time and turned out to be some not good individuals. Why they're comin' back with a vengeance now, who knows. Emma parts ways at this point. I don't blame her. She's got a daughter to look after. I sit and chat with Daniels a bit, get some extra information about the group we're probably dealing with and hand over the data slate we found about the ship. Seems I've got my work cut out for me!

Unfortunately for me, that takes me back to Neon. Of all the rotten… Sigh. …Gotta do what y'gotta do, though. I meet Pryce, one of the Rangers stationed here and he gives me the low down about how things operate in Neon. Like I hadn't already figured that out from my prior trip here. I play nice and he takes me to see an acquaintance who might know something about that stolen ship. Apparently, it was seen landing here before it was handed off to the merc group later on.

Nothing's free on Neon. I keep getting reminded. And the guy don't want no credits! Fine by me. Instead he wants me to talk to some scumlord loan shark who is comin' after him now because his dead brother owed money and somebody's gotta pay. I don't like that kinda bullshit. I head over to the warehouse where this small group of Syndicate baddies are operating and try my best to talk the greasy mustached prick outta doin' what he's doin'. Even though I know it ain't gonna go over well. I know the type. I have to end up dispensing some lethal justice. Good riddance, in any case. Fleecin' hard workin' folk like that. If you ain't got respect for another life, then boy howdy, you've lost the right to yours! I don't regret what I had to do.

The bloke gives us the name of the ship-jacker, who is conveniently hanging out at Madame Savauge's place, just a short jog from here. Pryce and I confront her. She's much more easy to persuade in to talkin'. She ain't lookin' for trouble, just tryin' to make creds the only way she knows how. She don't hurt no one. Just takes ships. I don't lean in to her too much about it. I'm after bigger game. She gives up two names and an encrypted data slate. Pryce says one of the boys back at The Rock is good at decryption and I need to report back to Daniels anyhow. So we part ways.

Back on Akila I hand over the tablet to A… Aa-… Shit. I forgot his name. Well, the data-guy! And fill Daniels in. He recognizes both names. I get a little more info about the targets, then set my sights on Maya. The ship-jacker said Maya had mentioned getting called away for a medical emergency. And ain't no place that values privacy and medical emergencies than The Clinic. Since I'm already familiar with the station and have done some work there I decide that'll be my first stop. Time to go pay a patient a visit.

I meet another ranger, Ben, who is stationed at The Clinic. He introduces me to Ari, the station's IT. The name Maya doesn't ring any bells and she doesn't appear to be listed in the system. Makes sense. Wanted fugitive and all. Ari gives me Admin access to check the station logs, see if anything looks funny. Someone's installed an external program from the VIP wing.

I talk one of the doctor's in to giving me a card to access the area. Didn't even have to persuade 'em. Just let 'em know I knew enough about Medicine to not mess anything up.

Soon as I step foot in the VIP wing there's already a dead nurse. Welp, I can already guess this prognosis. And it looks like the area turret has been set to kindly ask anyone to drop dead.

I take out the turret and check around. Ain't nobody else here. The terminal in the patient's room has definitely been messed with. I deactivate the program and find a data slate. Smart enough to mess with the station's systems and steal a medical transport but not smart enough to take the message with you that tells me exactly where you're goin', eh? Almost like you want t'be found!

On my way out I try to look for someone to report to about the dead nurse. Or maybe someone might've been a little curious about the explosion they heard from the VIP wing. But everyone's occupied. Even Ben doesn't seem interested. Weird.

But I ain't got time to argue. I get back in my ship and pop in the coordinates for the Sakharov system.

I jump right in to a cluster of fuckin' asteroids and have to do some quick maneuvering. Don't want to be the shortest-lived newest deputy of the Freestar Rangers, yeah?

Sakharov is a fairly small system. Just one star, one planet and it's moon. The only other notable locale upon cursory scan is an abandoned mining facility here: Eklund Excavation Site CL25. Seems like the best spot to start lookin' I reckon.

Not only has Maya booby trapped the place, there are these critters that look like they really love munchin' on the abundant cobalt they mine here. It's a bit of a maze to get through. And then I have to deal with a mess of homicidal robots and giant mining lasers. On top of fending off the 'balt-munchers.

It ain't too terrible of a job to get through though and once I have Maya cornered she goes down easy enough. She gives me what I need. I debate on letting her live out her last few weeks, since whatever she has seemingly doesn't have a cure. …But not only has she put lives in danger. She's killed innocent people. So I opt to do her a favor and put her out of her misery.

That's a wrap for this place. Before I head back to Akila I decide to survey the planets here since there are only two. With Bonner being a gas giant, there's nothing to survey. So that really just leaves lil 'ole Mir II.

I hail a random Freestar vessel passing by. That short convo brightened my day:

Freestar Vessel: "Do you know the way to Uranus?" Me: "Yeah, I do!" F.V.: "Good! Because it's right BEHIND YOU. Smell you later!"

And then they immediately grav jumped away.

I love folks.

Anywhoo~ I drop down to the surface of Mir II and get my scans. I notice a landing area up ahead and jaunt on over. Hey, spacer buddies! They don't ask questions. They just start firing. I pick 'em all off as I board their ship, take out the crew inside and… another ship for me! Gosh, they really are just givin' these things away, ain't they?

Seems like a nice little rig. I take her up in to orbit for a spin, then drop back down to go visit one of the places I seen in the distance. An old disused UC listening post. And but of course it's filled with pirates! I tra-la-la my way through, looting and shooting. Once I'm done I head back to my ship and jump back over to Akila. I register the new ship then turn right around and sell it.

Did I mention I bought one of the houses that was for sale here? The bigger one in The Core, just out back of The Rock. The realtor still likes to hang around by my front door but he's a nice enough guy so I don't mind too much. I spent a good amount of time crafting some furniture and placing all my goodies where I'd like them. I'm thinking I'll need another shelf for more of these plushies. (That reminds me. I need to head back to New Atlantis and get all my stuff from that room Constellation is letting me use!)

I think I'm done for the night. It's been a wild ride. Tomorrow I'll hunt down Marco and see maybe see how deep this Freestar conspiracy nonsense goes.

Eeyup. Catch ya 'round.

End log.