#varying levels of asshole to her :(

[essenceofarda]

OF BLESSED THYME & THISTLE | Chapter 1 | Page 5

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Faramir’s cousin, Lothiriel, comes to Minas Tirith to become a companion of his new bride, Eowyn, something that he hopes will ease Eowyn’s rough transition into Gondorian Society. Eowyn, for her part, decides her new companion would in turn make the perfect bride for her brother, Eomer King of Rohan. Matchmaking shenanigans ensue 😏

When the aunties pull no punches 😳😖 Poor Eowyn lol

I'm actually kinda super proud of how this page turned out LOL

[monakisu]

I want you to know that I came across a random post of your Death Note art, went "Awww, oh my gosh, with the way this person draws Light I think Akechi would look fantastic in the same style!", clicked onto your profile, and then saw your newest artwork was Akechi. I'm still kind of cackling over it and thought maybe you'd find it funny too. Your art is SO cute, I'm very happy I found it <333

HAHA THAT’S AMAZING (<< was an akechi artist wayyyy before i fell head over heels for light)

but rlly… theyre so similar:

- brunet

- asshole

- pretty boy

- mass murderer

- black-haired homoerotic rival

at the end of the day, the key difference is one is a top and the other is a bottom.

ok but seriously, they’re vastly different characters on a fundamental level:

- light was handed everything him on a silver platter: family, friends, looks, intellect, a comfortable life… as a bastard child of a sex worker and now an orphan, goro had to fight his way to his current position and will always harbor a terrible sense of inferiority (light is completely confident in his absolute superiority, Always (that’s why the challenge of L sent him off the deep end of obsession lol))

- light genuinely sees himself as a hero, while goro would like to feel the same but is nonetheless depressingly aware of his villain’s journey (his undesirable position as the detective vs the underdog phantom thieves, his string of assassinations, his ultimate dirty bloody goal, etc.).

- light’s motive is about the world’s salvation, cleansing, the birth of his ideal reality (very messianic of him with the slightest loving tinge of mary cradling her lamb hahaha) while goro is laser-focused on ruining this one asshole’s life in particular, vengeance and revenge at once! one’s focused on rebirth, and the other gunning straight for death! they both use murder to get what they want but light probably floats around thinking himself so clean and divine as mother of the world (ignorance is bliss) while goro is constantly desperately trying to cover up his suspiciously red hands with his gloves hehehe… they’re both constantly striving for perfection, just with varying levels of self-awareness!!

- goro is a canonical loner; light has a horde of friends; this is probably due to a difference in public persona! goro is an untouchable idea of what he thinks a human should be and is completely out of the loop when it comes to normal social interactions (believes opening with hegel will instantly endear himself to the average person (luckily he inflicted that upon akira who is decidedly not average in the slightest)), light is implied to be more down-to-earth and even slightly goofy (he’s gaming decorum like an advanced speedrunner)! it’s probably good how distant goro is, because getting any closer to him will allow you to see how off-putting and uncanny he is, sorta like an AI-generated image—seams in the wrong places and far too much teeth LOL. meanwhile light has this whole shebang so thoroughly figured out that he’s BORED with it all! he’d like to move on to the next game (with L), thank you!! light definitely still exudes uncanny creepiness (it’s his natural state of being) especially when he zones out or starts hysterically cackling out of nowhere at his own thoughts, but he’s a hundred times better at masking compared to goro due to a better upbringing. goro is starved for the adoring friends he sees akira easily picking up one after another; light couldn’t give less of a shit because he’s always had those trivial luxuries! he’d much rather prefer an adoring WORLD!!

- then there’s the difference in how they die… one started out surrounded with company but ultimately died alone, while it’s the opposite for the other (if you count the de-realization of maruki’s reality as goro’s “death” (which i don’t)).

- in conclusion, light and goro are like funhouse mirror reflections of each other!!! one is a pampered lapdog getting a taste of rabies and letting loose, while the other is a starving wolf trying to domesticate itself for treats and headpats!! and i <3 them both!!!!!

anyways i may be wrong about light because im going purely off of fics, tumblr shitposts, and my own imagination :] feel free to school me in a way that won’t destroy my delusions!

[iggyshippingcorner]

1: alpha/alpha stobotnik (pre-canon) (word count: 1600)

[ here is my drabble for the poll from the other day! features: alpha stone, alpha robotnik, the death of an unnamed assassin (not super graphic), and robotnik's lack of care for stone's personal space. ]

When Agent Stone was assigned to Dr. Robotnik, he’d already heard enough rumours and hearsay to build a comprehensive dossier. Impossible to work with. Workplace hazard. Dangerous, a bully, a lunatic, aggressive. Uncontrolled. Several of his fellow agents, of multiple designations, had told him in confidence, huddled in the breakroom, that Dr. Ivo Robotnik was the most impossible alpha they’d ever had the misfortune of working with. An actual mad scientist. I mean, he’s brilliant, but he’s a right asshole. I heard Holly retired right after working with him. They actually let her leave, set her up somewhere in Mexico. And she only made it a week!

Stone had absorbed as much of the gossip as he could, compiling it all in a neat folder in his mind. He used to pride himself on his network of “friends” in GUN, people who were eager to share workplace drama with him because they didn’t see him as a threat. He’d never felt the need to posture or preen like the other alpha agents-- always found it far more useful to allow others to underestimate him, get comfortable with his neutral scent and his calm demeanour. Plus, if he’d been an arrogant, bull-headed alpha, he never would’ve been selected for Dr. Robotnik’s security detail. 

The official facts, passed down to him from on high, are as follows:

Dr. Ivo Robotnik is a genius inventor, and one of GUN’s most prized assets, despite the fact that his contract with the organisation is about as sturdy as sand. His allegiance could be swayed with a strong enough tide, and GUN knew it. 

GUN wants any possible crumbs of proof that Dr. Robotnik is working with foreign agencies or diplomats or anything suspicious, so that they can force him to take a more permanent contract. 

Dr. Robotnik is a paranoid, highly territorial alpha who rules his den lab with an iron fist. His security detail has the highest turnover rate GUN’s ever had the misfortune of paying for. In the nine months Dr. Robotnik has been contracted to work with GUN, he’s gone through sixty-three agents from varying levels. 

The longest lasting bodyguard assigned to him was another Special Agent with a lengthy military career and a knack for quiet violence. A beta, the file reports. GUN thinks he will fare even better-- counting on his status as an alpha to not be run off by Dr. Robotnik’s posturing. 

( They want him to approach the doctor with a firm hand and a calming alpha smile. He’s done it before, technically, played at subterfuge and designation politics in the name of the US government. He could certainly do it again, but he knows without stepping a foot in Dr. Robotnik’s lab that it would certainly fail. )

Stone’s first few days on-site are some of the most fun he’s had since he was snapped up by GUN recruiters. The doctor is easily the most fascinating person Stone has ever met. His lab is sleek and impossibly modern, filled with technology that begs to be admired and praised. Every surface has been meticulously scent-marked, to the point that Stone suspects the doctor of using a synthesised pheromone. Maybe the drones come through and mist the place after hours. There is a very strict “no touching” policy on most worktables, equipment, and the doctor himself. Stone commits every rule to memory as he familiarises himself with the lab and his circuit through and around it. 

Dr. Robotnik pays little attention to him, seemingly, while he does his rounds. Stone catches glimpses of him working on a gutted chassis in the centre of the work floor when he passes through the main lab, back always turned, head lowered over the metal carcass suspended on the rig. Sometimes he’s welding, huge goggles pulled down over his face. But Stone feels eyes on him everywhere in the lab. If it’s not Dr. Robotnik’s heavy, critical gaze on his back, it’s the curious, back-lit eyes of his many drones as they drift through the lab on their own missions. More than once, Stone has found a drone hovering just beyond his shoulder as he patrols the grounds outside the lab, a silent proctor as he scans the treeline and keeps himself a moving target. 

Beyond the initial hazing attempt-- the doctor crowding him against the door and purposefully, aggressively scenting him before withdrawing and beginning to recite the lab rules at his slowly blinking visage-- Dr. Robotnik hasn’t spoken more than ten words to him by the end of the first work week. He gets the occasional comment as their paths cross but nothing beyond brief acknowledgment and dismissal. But that’s better than being thrown out on his ass, so Stone doesn’t falter. He continues patrolling, continues keeping his scent as bottled up as he can, continues his attempt at becoming a nearly invisible presence on the outskirts of the doctor’s senses.

The start of his second week is marked by a haphazard assassination attempt (!) that Stone takes joy in putting a bloody stop to. It’s a rare moment where he’s unaccompanied by one of the doctor’s drones, something he’ll later wonder if it was intentional, and the assassin is attempting to scale the shadowed back wall of the lab. Must’ve snuck in past the treeline. Stone watches impassively for a few seconds as the man clambers up onto the awning and begins trying one of the windows of the second floor. His gun is sitting comfortable and accessible at his hip, but he hasn’t had a good fight in too long, and a long-dormant protective urge is just beginning to stir inside his ribcage. He takes another look around. No drones. No view from the driveway. Just a camera up where the third story wall meets the overhang of the roof. 

The would-be assassin doesn’t even realise he has company until Stone levers himself up onto the awning enough to circle a hand around his ankle and yank. He goes down with a choked yell, and Stone drops down to the ground below as the assassin topples over the side of the ledge. He hits the ground with a satisfying thud, and Stone takes pleasure in planting his foot on the cretin’s wrist, pinning it. He crouches to divest the assassin of the gun at his hip, dropping more of his weight on the fragile bones beneath him. Idiot’s still dazed by the fall and the surprise. Stone waits until comprehension finally dawns on him before flicking the safety off of his requisitioned gun and pressing the muzzle against the soft give of the man’s carotid artery. 

“If you scream,” Stone drawls, letting go of his genial, polite mask in order to stare down at the rapidly widening eyes of the man beneath him, “I will blow your brains out.”

The man’s face twists in defiant anger, and his scent flares pungent and offensive. Stone wrinkles his nose even as the man snarls and makes a grab for the gun, which, really? It’s like no one trains assassins anymore. Stone squeezes the trigger as one hand fists around his tie, and the sound of the shot is louder than he would prefer for the relative silence surrounding the lab. He idly hopes the doctor soundproofed his main work room, and isn’t disturbed by the gunfire. Maybe Stone can get this all cleaned up and have his report together by the time Dr. Robotnik bothers to come looking. 

He stands up, flips the safety back on. Deep breath, smelling blood and smoke and fire. Stone shakes himself slightly, letting the mask slide back over him as he leaves the body sprawled in the dirt in order to slip into the lab to search for cleaning supplies. 

He’s just located the first floor maintenance closet when Dr. Robotnik’s voice comes from behind him. Stone turns and stands at attention, nose twitching slightly as the slightly acrid scent of motor oil and myrrh washes over him.

“You were in the Marines.”

It’s not a question, but the doctor doesn’t follow it up with anything else, so Stone inclines his head and replies, “Yes, doctor.” 

There’s the faintest suggestion of a smirk on the doctor’s face. He draws closer and closer to Stone, who tilts his chin up and bares his throat in the most open display of submission he can manage, with the rapidly dwindling space between them. “Did they teach you that in the Marines?” 

Stone blinks slowly, offers that polite, closed mouth smile he’s honed over the years, both curious and reserved. “Sorry?” 

Dr. Robotnik scowls. “Don’t play cute, agent. Are you going to clean up your mess?”

Stone nods, and very bravely stands his ground when the doctor reaches out to straighten his tie, which was still slightly rumpled from being so rudely grabbed. His hands are warm, even through all the layers separating them. Stone takes careful, measured breaths, letting the doctor’s scent fill his senses as he tucks the tie back into place. Instead of taking his hands back when he’s done, Dr. Robotnik jabs a finger against his chest, hard enough to press Stone backwards into the doorframe. “Good. I don’t need GUN thinking I need more of you wretched government dogs sniffing around. One of you is enough.”

And then he turns and disappears down the hall, leaving Stone off-kilter and slightly breathless in his wake. If Stone ducks his head to sniff at his adjusted tie, catching another whiff of the doctor’s usually close-kept scent, well. There’s no one else around to judge him.

[poppitron360]

Things that we accept as canon but is never addressed in the book (varying levels of silliness):

Piper is a Chappel Roan fan (accurate though)

Jason behaves a bit like a wolf and has wolf traits

Leo’s body temp is warmer than everyone else

Percy can’t let go of the “Not my type” thing

Leo went back to Calypso bc “he knows what it’s like to feel abandoned” stfu that’s never talked about in the books he only goes back bc she’s hot and can do weaving and I hate it. This one actually makes me so angry. It’s something the fandom made up to compensate for shitty writing and the way Cal is only valued bc of her prettiness just shows how PJO was written by a man-

Leo always wears a white shirt and suspenders and never his army jacket which was canonically his favourite outfit

Nico is obsessed with happy meals instead of just feeding them to the dead.

Octavian is specifically sexist and not just a general asshole (probably true though)

Leo totally invented demigod-safe phones

[viilovers]

Title: Bruises and Broken Bottles

Warnings: ¡Smut! (Not hyper detailed) pit figther vi! X male reader! (Sorry not sorry) If you don't wanna read then block! Or scroll!

The stench of stale beer and regret clung to the air like a shroud. I navigated the cluttered floor of Vi's apartment, dodging discarded clothes and the occasional shattered bottle. “Vi?” I called out, my voice tight with a mixture of concern and exasperation.

A groan rumbled from the corner, followed by a crash. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fuckin’ here, pretty boy.”

That was my cue. Pretty boy. Asshole. Useless sack of shit. The terms of endearment varied depending on the level of intoxication. I was used to it. Too used to it, maybe.

I found her sprawled on the dilapidated couch, one arm dangling off the side, her pink hair a tangled mess against the stained fabric. Her breathing was ragged, and the air around her reeked of cheap whiskey.

“Vi, c’mon. Up you get,” I said, trying to pull her upright.

She swatted my hand away, her eyes bleary and unfocused. “Get off me, Y/N. I don’t need your help.”

“Sure looks like it,” I muttered, but kept my voice soft. Arguing with a drunk and heartbroken Vi was like wrestling a rabid badger. You always ended up worse for wear.

It had been...complicated between us. Years ago, we were inseparable. Two kids from the Undercity, dreaming of a life beyond the grime and the gang wars. Then, everything went sideways. Prison. Powder. Silco. And then...Caitlyn.

Vi and Caitlyn had been good. Really good. I saw it in the way Vi’s eyes softened when she talked about her, the way a small smile would play on her lips. I even thought, maybe, finally, she’d found some peace.

But peace was a luxury we couldn't afford long. When Caitlyn broke up with her after being unsure for too long, Vi had spiraled. The bars, the pit fights, the self-destruction… it was a familiar, agonizing pattern. And for some reason, despite everything, I was the one she called.

I managed to wrestle her into a sitting position, propping her up against the back of the couch. “Water. You need water.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she slurred, but didn’t resist when I pressed a glass of water into her hand.

She took a tentative sip, then grimaced. “Tastes like…regret.”

“Probably is regret. You drank enough of it tonight.”

She glared at me, a flicker of anger in her eyes. “Why are you even here, Y/N? You got nothing better to do than babysit a washed-up pit fighter?”

The words stung, even though I knew they were fueled by alcohol and pain. “Someone has to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit. Besides, who else is going to listen to you whine about the perfect cupcake breaking your heart?”

The jab hit home. Her expression crumpled, and tears welled up in her eyes. “She…she didn’t understand. She didn't get it here. She didn't see me for me"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I hated seeing her like this. Hated the vulnerability that she usually kept locked away behind layers of bravado and aggression.

I knelt in front of her, taking her hand in mine. Her skin was rough, calloused from years of fighting. “I know. I know it hurts, Vi. But you gotta stop doing this to yourself.”

She squeezed my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. “Easy for you to say. You got it all figured out, right? Always the responsible one. Always so fucking perfect.”

“Perfect? Vi, if I was so perfect, would I be here, cleaning up your messes at 3 in the morning?”

She laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. “Good point, pretty boy.”

I stayed with her for a long time, just holding her hand and listening to her ramble. Eventually, she passed out, her breathing evening out. I covered her with a blanket and sat in the rickety armchair, watching over her.

The first rays of dawn crept through the grimy window, painting the room in a pale, depressing light. I was stiff and exhausted, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. I knew what Vi would be like when she woke up. The hangover, the shame, the desperate attempt to bury it all under a fresh layer of anger and defiance.

I woke to the feeling of eyes on me. Heavy eyes, blood shot eyes. I should be repulsed as i had been last night, but for the sake of my love for her, I wouldn't.

"Morning." I grunt out, still sore from last night.

"Morning." Vi says back, still a little drunk, but sober enough to make out my face. She looks me over a few times, and i know exactly what she's doing. She always looks like she wants to swallow me whole.

I shift uncomfortably at the thought. "Hungry? I could make breakfast."

"I'm starving." She says back, but not for food. Her eyes travel to my lips as she licks her own. "Starving for you."

I try to ignore the way my pulse jumps. "Vi, you're still drunk. You don't mean that."

She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I think I do. I've been wanting you for a long time, Y/N. Since before Caitlyn, even."

I swallow hard. "Vi..."

She doesn't let me finish. She reaches out and grabs my shirt, pulling me towards her. My lips crash against hers, and all thoughts of responsibility and reason fly out the window.

Her kiss is rough and desperate, mirroring the turmoil inside her. I kiss her back, unable to resist the pull of her, the memory of what we used to be.

Her hands move to my belt, fumbling with the buckle. "Help me out here, pretty boy," she whispers against my lips.

I pull away slightly. "Vi, are you sure about this? I don't want you to regret it in the morning."

She looks me dead in the eye, her gaze intense and unwavering. "I won't. I promise."

And for some reason, I believe her. I help her with my belt, then start unbuttoning her shirt. Her skin is warm beneath my fingertips, marked with old scars and bruises, each one a testament to her strength and resilience.

We don't talk anymore. We don't need to. Our bodies speak for us, a language of raw need and unspoken desires. I kiss her neck, her shoulders, tracing the lines of her muscles with my tongue.

She moans, arching her back against me. "Fuck, Y/N," she breathes. "I need you so bad."

I don't hesitate. I enter her, and she cries out, her body clenching around me. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, a release of all the pent-up tension and frustration that has been building between us for months.

We move together, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the urgency of our need. I kiss her again, harder this time, and she bites my lip, drawing blood.

We had been apart for so long, and so much had changed. But in that moment, tangled together in the ruins of her apartment, it felt like nothing had ever come between us.

Afterward, we lay in silence, her head resting on my chest, our bodies slick with sweat. I stroked her hair, unsure of what to say.

“Vi?” I ventured, my voice hesitant.

She stirred slightly, nuzzling closer. “Hmm?”

“What…what does this mean?”

She was silent for a long moment. Then, she sighed. “I don’t know, Y/N. I really don’t.”

And that was the truth. We were a mess, a tangled web of history, hurt, and unresolved feelings. But as I looked down at her, at the vulnerability in her eyes, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t ready to walk away. Not again.

The future was uncertain, filled with challenges and potential heartbreak. But for now, in this moment, it was enough to be here, with her, holding her close. I knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning. We had a long way to go, a lot to figure out. But maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other. Even if it was through bruises and broken bottles.

[borahaerhy]

Regime - one || myg

Summary: Everything is dull. Your job, your hobbies, your downtime: everything is just dull. That is, until your workplace is raided by the anti-capitalist organization run by the notorious Agust D.

Pairing: Ringleader!Yoongi x NewRecruit!Fem!Reader

Genre: Anti-Capitalist Gang au, Found Family, Smut, Angst

Series Warnings: anti-capitalism! mental illness, some gang violence, unaliving, smut, hella angst, drug/alcohol usage, very fowl language

Warnings: y/n uses all the self-defense, quite literally bites a chunk out of someone's hand, everyone has a gun, there are a few hostages, Yoongi kicks someone in the face, y/n very casually holds a gun to someone's head, references to y/n's childhood being... interesting (relatives' drug usage briefly mentioned), Yoongi's tries to manipulate y/n for like 2 seconds, y/n definitely has depression, someone gets murdered, Yoongi almost exclusively goes by Agust, References to Nick being hella shitty, what the fuck is going on with Kevin?

Wordcount: 3.2k

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It was odd. 

The parking lot of your job being completely empty had only happened on one other occasion that you could recall; that was because it was Easter, and everyone had gone home early. 

But today was different. It wasn’t a holiday, and there should have been plenty of work to get done; yet there was no one. Not a single car in the parking lot. As you drove past, you turned your attention to the side of the building, where security parked. You pulled into the space beside the empty car of one of your coworkers, Nick. 

But it’s ten minutes until shift change; first shift should still be here. Did Nick let them leave early for some reason? Aside from yours and Nick's, there was only one other car in the entire lot. A black SUV parked haphazardly beside Nick's car; and it was still running.

While all of this might scream “danger” to others that would have seen it, to you, while it was weird, that's all it was: weird. It’s a relatively small company; one where there were so few employees that they were all friends. Everyone knew everyone and they often all liked to fuck with one another, maybe this was just some kind of prank. 

While the company was small, it was also one that had no problem fucking over its employees when it comes to their paychecks; even whenever the company execs wanted to come in and check the place out, they certainly never would’ve listened to any complaints about pay. 

You cautiously walked up to the door and punched in the pin before you opened the door and stepped in. As you closed the door behind you, you realized that you walked into something you definitely wished you hadn’t. 

Tied up in the middle of the floor was the owner of the building, and the one who ran this branch of the company, Kevin, along with the guy supposed to work your shift with you, Nick. They were completely surrounded by men in black, all of them with guns pointed at the two men's heads. Kevin looked like he just got into a fight and lost; blood covering him, his nose crooked while Nick had a swollen lip. In front of them, there was just one man, but as soon as your eyes had adjusted to the dark building, all of them were looking at you. 

Seconds after you walked in, your arms were pinned behind your back and a hand covered your mouth. “Just make sure she doesn’t go anywhere for a second, I have to deal with this asshole before I talk to her,” 

While as a security officer, you hadn’t been formally trained in any kind of combat, you did grow up with uncles. A lot of them, and they would all get varying levels of high and various substances and decide that you needed to know how to defend yourself. 

So while the man that spoke, the one standing in front of Nick and Kevin kicks Nick in the chin - no doubt knocking out a few of his teeth - you stamped down on the foot of the man behind you and bit a chunk of flesh from his hand clean off. He screamed, letting go of you so you could turn around and knee him in the groin as one of your hands took the gun out of his side holster and held it to his head. 

You stood beside him, facing the group of people with one hand holding the gun to his head while the other was up, level with your head to show you weren't armed more than what they could see. You spit out the chunk of flesh that you still had in your mouth, mostly for dramatic effect, and slowly moved your free hand down to wipe the blood from your lips. 

Everyone was staring at you, even the boss was staring at you with a kind of intensity that would’ve been hard for anyone to withstand. “You can finish whatever you were doing, I’m not going anywhere, I just don’t really like people touching me,” Your hand was back up next to your head, but no one moved. All the men just looked back and forth between their boss and you, and Kevin and Nick both looked like they’d just been saved. 

The one that just kicked your coworker, the one you presumed to be the boss, started walking toward you. He moved slowly and carefully as he pulled each of the weapons he had on him, showed them to you carefully, before he threw them down on the ground. He pulled one last weapon from the inside of his boot, a small pocket knife, and threw it to the ground, too, as he stopped a few feet in front of you. 

“I’m unarmed, and so is he. I would appreciate it if you put the gun down,” He spoke calmly, eyebrows raised and hands up. While it was hard to think of where he’d be hiding a seventeenth weapon, you also wouldn’t put it past the man that just pulled sixteen weapons off his person to have a secret compartment in the bottom of his shoe. 

Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, his face covered with a ski-mask like the rest of them, only his eyes visible to you; dark brown pools of honey that bore into you, but they weren’t as harsh or intimidating as you would’ve thought someone like him to be. They were soft, almost gentle as they moved back and forth between yours.

“You might not be, but they are,” You looked over at the men that surrounded your coworker and boss, his gaze following yours. 

“They’re not going to do anything, you’re not the target here; they are. Just put the gun down and we can talk,” You looked carefully at him, then at the people behind him, before you slowly raised the hand with a gun in it, before crouching down slightly and slid it across the ground, making sure it was well out of reach of anyone before you stood again. 

“Kay, come get Mars and clean him up for me, everyone else, don’t let them move a muscle,” He was facing his men as he spoke, but turned back to you once he’d finished. “You probably know this place better than I do, so I’ll let you lead the way,” You looked over to the door to one of the conference rooms briefly, before you looked back over to him, Kay already collection Mars from off the ground beside you. 

“That room there would work fine, I’ll meet you in there but I need to get my water out of my bag,” He looked you up and down skeptically, about to say something before you cut him off again. “It’s just to rinse your friends hand out of my mouth, I’ll leave the bottle out here,” He paused slightly, then nodded once, stepping toward the door you’d just referenced to. You moved slowly as you got your water from your bag, rinsing out your mouth thoroughly before you took one last gulp and swallowed it. You put the bottle back down and headed into the room. 

“You can have the chair, I’ll stand,” He gestured to the only chair in the room as he leaned against the table across from you. You crossed your arms and leaned against the door. 

“I’m good with standing,” He nodded briefly before he took his mask off, revealing his admittedly handsome face to you. 

“My name is Agust, I’m the leader of the group of people out there with your coworkers. We’re here because Kevin, the owner of this branch has been stealing from his employees to pad his own pockets-”

“And why’s Nick out there?” You asked, trying not to let your anger show too much, but your not sure how successful you were judging by the look on his face. 

“Nick’s here because when he pulled in, I had my guy out in the parking lot run his tags and we found him to be… a really shitty person, to put it mildly,” You swallowed thickly, feeling almost a sense of relief that your suspicions were right, and you weren’t just overthinking about him.  

“Yeah, that checks out,” You nodded, looking down at your feet as you let your arms fall, sliding them into your pockets. “So why are you here? Kevin likes to fuck over his employee’s, sure, that’s shitty, but what’s in it for you?” He looked you up and down again, as if trying to gauge whether or not you were worthy of knowing this information or not. 

“I’ll tell you, eventually, but I have a few questions of my own first,” He crossed his arms as he stood straighter. 

“Like?” 

“Your name, for starters,” You laughed slightly, extra air flying out of your nostrils as you smirked lightly and cocked your head to the side. 

“Ah, so I’m supposed to believe that you had someone run Nick’s plates but not mine?” It was his turn to smirk, his head falling slightly as he nodded. 

“Alright, Y/n. Let’s get really into it, then,” His demeanor changed, the once kind eyes now seemed to drop their facade, his face bore a cocky smirk and his overall presence was that of a leader. Someone calm and collected, even when his initial plan was swept off it’s feet; he still knew exactly what his next step would be. “Why are you pretending you don’t care about Kevin fucking over his employees?” 

Your own attitude changes slightly as he forces you out of your facade the same way you did his. Your shoulders dropped slightly as you felt all the color drain from your face. You cleared your throat a stood up a little straighter, trying to mimic his own attitude. “Because I’d like to know a little more about you and your organization; I already knew Kevin was a piece of shit, I don’t need you, or anyone else to tell me that,” 

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked you up and down again. There was something about the way he was looking at you, as if he was trying to see into your mind, see what you were thinking. “Why would it matter who I am if I want to bring someone like him to justice?” You sighed as you changed your stance slightly as you tried to think of a way to explain. 

“It matters because all you’d have to do to get me on your side is tell me what Kevin’s done, how long he’s been doing it, and what you plan to do about it; and I’d probably agree with you based purely off my emotions rather than if I actually agree with you or not. But if I know who you are, what you and your group are capable of, and what you plan on doing in the future, I can judge you based on logic; wether you’re inherently shitty or not.” A knowling smile seeps across his features, an almost proud look as he listened to you speak. 

“And why would I want you to agree with me, princess?” You scoffed, although you were far from offended; knowing the game he was playing. 

“I’ve seen your face and I know that you’re the leader;  not to mention the chunk of DNA that belongs to your friend still wedged between my teeth, and how it got there. Either you have to find a way to get rid of me, or recruit me,” He looks impressed as he steps down from the table and takes a small step toward you. 

“Let me re-introduce myself. My name is Yoongi, and I’m the leader of an anticapitalist organization. We steal from the rich, especially the ones that make a game out of fucking their employees out of the money they worked hard for. I don’t want to get rid of you, as you put it, because that’d be a waste; but I don’t want to recruit you just because you took a chunk out of one of my best man’s hands - or because you took his gun from him like it was nothing, or because I know you have plenty reason to want to fuck over the same people that have fucked you and your family,” He paused, taking another small step toward you, now standing less than a foot away from you.

“I want to recruit you because you’re scared shitless right now,” His voice was much lower, a serious tone filling the space between you as the smirk was gone from his face. “You still don’t know if I have a weapon on me, or if I’m going to let you out of here alive, or if we’ve hurt any of your friends or coworkers. But here you stand, speaking to me as confidently as someone that knows they’re more powerful than me,” His eyes bore into yours as if he could see your entire life laid out on a platter with just one glance.

“So, Y/n,” He took a step back, arms crossed over his chest confidently as he looked at you almost sweetly. “You’re not who we were after, and I don’t find you to be a threat to us. So, you’re free to go, if you want. You don’t have to worry about us following you or keeping tabs on you; you can just go home, go on with your life and forget this ever happened.” He paused, looking you up and down. "Or,” He leaned back against the table, one leg crossed over the other. 

“You can come with us,” You stood silently for a moment, eyes only leaving Yoongi when he finished speaking. You pushed yourself from the door and took a few steps over to the window and looked out of it, taking in the world as you had been seeing it for the past several months, before you closed your eyes, drinking in the inky black that the cover that your eyelids provide. 

You’d noticed that everything looks different throughout different phases of my life; as if there are filters over your eyes that change the colors and shadows in accordance to how you’re feeling. Some memories are all cool-toned, some warm. Some memories look yellowed, like they’d been tea-stained while others seemed more vibrant and vivid than anything else you’d ever seen. 

For the past couple of months, everything’s been dull. The world’s almost been in grey-scale as you try to find a purpose; try to find something to do with yourself. Nothing looks or feels like it used to; but for the first time in months, you are scared. You’re terrified. You smile as you relish in the feeling, the first true, raw emotion you’d felt in months.  

When you open your eyes, there’s color in the world again. The trees dance in the wind with various shades of red and orange and brown; the sky beyond them littered with soft purple hues as the sun was already beginning to set into the autumn sky.

“What happens if I decide to go with you?” You turn to look at him as you finish speaking, a light smirk on his lips before he turns to face you. 

“You come back to our base with us, we show you around, show you the ropes, and figure out how you’d best assist us. Then, if you decide you want to leave, you can. If you still want to have your job here and go back to your home and just help us out on the weekends, you can. You can also live with us and work with us full-time; but no matter what, I’d be sending you home tonight. This is something you need to think over.” You nodded again, still trying to take everything in.

“And as far as Kevin goes, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” You shook your head and raised your hands, stopping him from saying anything further. 

“I don’t want to know anything about what he did,” Yoongi nodded as he looked at you almost empathetically. “But, I’ll uhm, I’ll go with you,” His facial expression softened lightly as he smiled at you. 

Your relief very quickly changed when he reached behind his back and pulled out yet another gun and out the barrel right next to your head and pulled the trigger, shooting through the wall behind you. The sound was deafening but you didn’t flinch, your eyes never leaving his as his smirk grew wider yet. 

“Wait here, Princess. I’ll come back to get you in a few minutes,” He pulled the mask back down over his face before he opened the door and stepped out, all eyes suddenly on him. “She had a real fucking mouth on her, didn’t she?” Yoongi sauntered back over to where his captives were tied up, gun casually swinging in his grasp as he walks. 

“Kept talking about her mom; something about her still being alive if only she’d gotten her benefits like she was supposed to,” He kneeled down in front of Kevin, using the barrel of the gun to point at him. “That sound familiar to you, Kev?” Kevin was shaking, eyes wide as they bounced back and forth between the gun and Agust, who was only smirking at the terrified face of his captive. 

“Cat got your tongue? Nick?” At his lack of response, Agust moved the gun from Kevin to Nick, the barrel now only inches from his head. “Do you know anything about that?” Nick shook his head wildly, eyes clenched shut as tears spilled out of them. 

It pissed him off how scared they acted. He had a gun to their heads and they just bawled like babies; as if they hadn’t done the same thing time and time again to others. Kevin took money away from people that needed it. Money that he definitely didn’t need; and in doing so, he took away not only financial stability, but the lives of the people that depended on that money.

And while Nick didn’t steal from the poor like Kevin did, that didn’t make him any less of a piece of shit. He’d been accused of many crimes in his life; including attempted manslaughter, statutory rape, and several different domestic violence charges, but he’d never been convicted of any of them. There was never even a trial, just complaints dropped the day after they were filed, along with several very large transactions coming out of his obscenely rich father’s bank account. 

So watching them sit here and sob when their lives were threatened, knowing fully that they’ve put others in this very situation with their greed and ignorance enraged him. August pressed the gun to Nick’s temple and pulled the trigger, blood spraying all over Kevin's face in the process. 

Kevin screamed, loud sobs filling the warehouse that only pissed him off more. “Shut up, would you?” The gun was back under Kevin’s chin, his sobs silencing almost instantly as the gun forced him to look up. “I’m not going to kill you,” He took his time pulling the gun away from Kevin, eventually putting it into the waistband of his jeans before he carefully stood, his gaze already on the door you were behind as his men pulled Kevin up and dragged him out to their car. “Not yet, anyway.” 

Taglist: @scuzmunkie @bangtan4everr @angrydonutzonkpickle @secfir @useryoonmin @idkjustlovingbts

[thegremlininyourcloset]

In The Interest Of Getting Myself to Write

What fanfic idea would you like me to write for and then post a snippet of? (Brief description of each under the cut)

most of these are dc wips, but a few are from bsd

Kids In The Dark

Starring: pre-named, post-Hawaii Kon, an original character of mine, and a surprise crossover character (and trust me, it’s not someone you could have predicted)

In which Superboy meets a mysterious vigilante known only as Rebel, who seems to have an odd interest in his… health and wellbeing?

Notes: all the relationships between our main trio are completely platonic! Found family, baby. Also, platonic omegaverse and platonic soulmates because I can

Angst Level: Some

Batgirl, Batgirl, Batgirl…Superboy?

Starring: Newly-personed Kon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Wayne, and Barbara Gordon

Inspired by: Suzukiblu’s wip “The Gotham Kid”

In which a Superboy new-to-existing flees to Gotham, the one place no one would ever look for him. The one and only Spoiler finds herself rather displeased with his situation. Apparently, genes CAN be passed on by found family…

Notes: the Batfamily are cryptids in this one, and the vigilante names might change (so might the title, frankly), once again, around family is the goal! Probably will include stephcass, though.

Angst Level: some. Kon is not doing the best.

Into The Robin-Verse

Starring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Maps Mizoguchi, and Carrie Kelley (and possibly Cassandra Wayne)

Due to a rather unfortunate mishap, assorted Robins hailing from assorted timelines and universes have all appeared to ruin Dick Grayson’s day

Notes: once again, platonic relationships

Angst Level: Not insignificant . All of the Robins are stressed, and have issues.

me & you (at the end of the world)

Starring: Yosano Akiko and Ozaki Kouyou

When she’s attacked while walking home from school, the last thing twelve-year-old Ozaki Kouyou expects is to manifest a sword-wielding phantom. And then, before she has time to catch her breath, Kouyou finds herself whisked away from her home and family, summoned to an endless warfront. There, she meets eleven-year-old Yosano Akiko, the only other child—and only other Gifted—in the battalion. Together, the Angel Of Death and the Demon Of Mercy might just make it.

Notes: this is a Kousano fic. It’s not vary shippy at first, considering they’re kids and also actively at war, but that’s where it’s going.

Angst Level: WARNING: This is probably the heaviest fic on here. It deals with themes of war, death, killing, childhood trauma and some implied sexual assault. Stay safe.

Step Left For A Better Future

Starring: Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd, with a fair bit of Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Wayne and Bruce Wayne

Inspired By: the handful of Steph in Titans-Tower fics in existence

Stephanie Brown knows she was never meant to be Robin. She knows she’s just a stand-in till Tim’s dad pulls his head out of his ass. She doesn’t even mind it! (Mostly) But she is getting pretty fucking tired of literally EVERY SINGLE asshole in the entirety of Gotham City waving that fact directly in her face. So when the Red Hood shows up in Titans Tower, yammering about her being the “wrong Robin”, Steph is at her limit. And when the Red Hood reveals himself to be Jason Todd? She snaps.

Notes: You’re kidding yourself if you think Jason wasn’t Steph’s Robin. Also, no betcest here or ever

Angst Level: This one is significantly less humorous than all of the Steph-in-Titans-Tower fics I’ve read. Steph’s going through it, Jason’s going through it…everyone suffers before we get any joy. May evolve into a series

bite back

Starring: Akutagawa Gin, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke and an original character (also Atushi may feature eventually)

Ability users are a rumor, under the noses of most of society. But there’s a world even more secret than that of the ability users—the Supernaturals. Species with magic in their blood. (though there are magical humans)

The Akutagawa siblings never really knew their parents. And they didn’t know their family’s secret: their mother was a wolf shifter, a werewolf. The siblings’ wolf traits have been (mostly) invisible till now, due to unmet needs, an unsupportive environment, and a spell of their mother’s.

But all that changes when the Supernaturals reveal themselves to Yokohama’s Tripartite System, and a mysterious wolf shifter catches the siblings' scents…and recognizes them as her long-dead sister’s pups.

Notes: werewolves and pack dynamics go brrr

Angst: it’s the Akutagawa siblings. So yeah, it’s pretty damn angsty

finders keepers

Starring:Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson, assorted batfam members

Inspired By: i don’t actually remember the fic

Dick Grayson has seen a lot of things in his undead life. But seeing a father leave use his own goddamn daughter out as bait still manages to shake him. Luckily, Bruce imparted in him one very important rule when it comes to children who lack or have unfit guardians…finders keepers. This is how he ends up with Stephanie Brown

Noted: found family yaaaayyyyyy

Angst Level: quite a bit, but there will be comfort

Girl Meets Bird

Starring: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Kate Kane, with some Jim Gordon

Look, Babs didn’t mean to become a dark creature of the night…at least, not at first. At first, she just wanted to fight crime. In Gotham. At night. Whilst being twelve and mostly untrained.

Notes: cryptid batfam, but it’s early batfam, and follows Babs in her feral teenager era

Angst: Currently the least angsty idea on here.

Weapons No More

Starring: Cassandra Wayne and Kon-El, with some Bats

In most universes, Superboy spends his first years of life all but fending for himself. In this one, Cassandra Wayne was found earlier. And when Cass meets Superboy for the very first time, it feels like looking in a mirror. And if there’s one thing that being a Wayne has taught her, it’s to reach out a hand to a kid in need

Notes: Cass basically went “mine. My new family” on sight

Angst: we got clone angst, we got Cass angst we got teenage rebellion

the ruination of a moonflower

Starring: Ozaki Kouyou, Izumi Kyouka, and Nakahara Chuuya

Ozaki Kouyou knows that the Port Mafia is the only place for her. She’s poured years of effort, and pints of blood both hers and not, all to mold this organization into one she can be proud to be part of. And then suddenly Chuuya’s been attacked. And this wouldn’t have been a problem because her protégé can take care of himself just fine—except it is. It is a problem because now her little brother’s in a hospital bed and she doesn’t know what went wrong. It was supposed to be an easy mission. And now Kouyou revenge to enact. And then before she knows it…something’s changed. Somethings broken. And something has to give.

Notes: I have a whole-ass series planned for this one, and it’s a wild ride.

Angst: a lot. This one hurts, guys

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Here’s a little something I kinda wanna write:

A TBOSAS High School AU but different, because it’s still in Panem. When they’re discussing what could be done to make the Games more interesting in class, Sejanus goes a little mad with rage when Clemensia suggests making these poor kids avoxes like being a slave without a tongue is a better fate than the arena and decides to bitterly make a suggestion he knows will never be picked anyway:

Why not prove how “inferior” those district kids are by having them go to the Capitol Academy from the reaping ceremony until the end of the year? That’ll get people invested in the games! Now they know these kids and they get to enjoy watching them die after being forced to be around them for so long! 🙄

Except Gaul actually thinks this is genius, what with her whole “all humans are vicious animals when cornered” philosophy, and what do you know? That year’s tributes have to spend several months in the lion’s den before they’re sent into the arena. They all take this news with varying degrees of disgust and resignation, especially because they still have to spend a few nights in the zoo while the Capitol decides on where to lock them up. In the end the tributes are thrown into a hotel, specifically the part that used to be a safe house during the Dark Days. It’s the lowest quality place to stay in the Capitol that is, actually, a place for humans to stay, but it’s more luxurious than anything the tributes have ever seen before.

Throughout their stay there, the tributes end up bonding with Capitol citizens with various levels of intent. For some, like Pup and Lamina or Persephone and Mizzen or Lysistrata and Jessup, it goes pretty naturally even without the mentorship because of various situations through which they end up coming into contact. For some, like Bobbin and Panlo and Brandy and Coral, it flat out doesn’t happen. For some like Sejanus and Marcus, it’s a rocky road to a happy ending.

For others like Treech and Vipsania, it’s absolutely hilarious. Not to them, but to the other tributes + Sejanus.

See, despite the Capitol’s disbelief, some tributes actually scored higher than their own age bracket in the school curriculum and got placed in higher classes under the assumption that it was a fluke and they’ll fail out eventually. A good example would be Teslee and Circ on everything tech and Otto and Ginnee on everything mechanical. Treech scored exceptionally high on both history and literature because A) he needed to know a lot of those stories for wood-carving and B) he’s a sneaky bitch who’s broken into the peacekeeper barracks and stole their books on too many occasions to count. He learned those stories to tell the younger kids when he ran out of folklore to entertain the exceptionally story-hungry ones with. Therefore, his 15-year-old self is stuck in the mentors’ class of 18-19yo people. Sadly for him, literature ends up having a big year-long duo project where you have to read and analyze several books together for practice and, at the end of the year, put together a presentation on anything literature analysis related together.

Treech gets stuck with Vipsania.

Everyone in that class feels terrible for her because they’re all convinced he can’t even read, partially because when people make ‘jokes’ about that he doesn’t bother correcting them. He just shares an exasperated look with Sejanus and moves on, because Sejanus knows Treech can read and write due to his wood carving job (he works two jobs bless his soul) and they can bitch about these people after class when Treech doesn’t risk these fragile ego having assholes to get him executed. The thing is though- Treech is actually amazing at writing stories, and that translates to him being very good at writing papers and analyzing stories for someone who’s never done so in an education setting. Vipsania won’t give him a chance though, and keeps belittling him and condescending to him until he snaps and suggests they make their papers separately so he won’t “drag her grade down” outside of the final presentation. She agrees.

At some point, Treech is called into Dean Highbottom’s office during a biology class (he’s with students his age and even made a friend!! Who’s currently helping him catch up on all the education he missed) for a bit and comes back into class looking both pissed off and pleased with himself. The next literature class the grades are announced and the professor looks pale as he announces the highest grade in the class belonging to Vipsania Sickle and Treech Meran, with their shared average of 9.2. People congratulate Vipsania, only for the professor to announce her grade to be an 8.6, the third highest grade in the class. The person with highest individual grade in the class is Treech, who’s leaning his head against his hand and staring out the window in boredom as the students stare at him in shock.

A 9.8, the highest grade in the entire year.

When people suggest there must be a mistake, the professor shakily admits they verified it’s his handwriting and he repeated enough points from the paper that they can only accept he wrote it until there’s tangible proof to claim the opposite, which there isn’t. After that, Vipsania takes some time to simmer in her anger at being outdone by some lesser creature, only to be forced to accept he beat her fair and square in a way where she couldn’t claim credit. So instead she decides she can suck it up and work with him for the project. Except now she’s genuinely interacting with him, and that leads to her to stop despising him. When he complains PE is boring and he misses some of the physical exercise he got back in 7 (especially with his theater troupe), Vipsania ends up convincing her aunt to let him into the gymnasium. Which ends with him joining the track team (because in his words: “gymnastics is for the theater, sprinting is for always”).

And somewhere down the line they go from begrudging project partners to sort of friends maybe, even though Treech still kinda hates her guts for being a prejudiced bitch to him.

The other tributes and Sejanus just adore seeing Capitol dicks be put in their place, and Treech gets to do it in literature, history, and track. Treech is a little less amused because his talking time with his bio buddy was cut short so the Academy could have him write random sentences on paper for 20 minutes until the lit professor was finally forced to accept he wrote that paper.

Either way, a lot of the tributes get Capitol friends who really don’t like the idea of watching them die actually, so of course having the entire youth and even some respected Capitol professors protesting the games puts enough pressure on the academy board to force even the anti-district assholes to agree to put the tributes under Academy protection. No games for Gaul!! No job for Gaul either, she gets fired for unspecified “misconduct”.

She tried to go after Treech and Lucy Gray for becoming so popular with the students, so Agrippina, the literature professor, history professor and art/music professor banded together to stop her because those two are their favorite students. They produce good, creative work that’s actually fun to grade and they need some good projects to stay sane.

[big-mean-trans-dyke]

Special checkpoint where normal women can pass freely but cuntgirls are pulled aside and given a choice of two options: kneel in place with her eyes closed for 5 minutes, or kiss a trans woman’s asshole.

Most TERFs pick the former, unsurprisingly; they’re all far too stupid to realize what is gonna happen until they open their eyes to the trans woman’s girlcock blasting point blank over their face. (And no, they’re not allowed to clean up! As far as the checkpoint is concerned, that jizz is the badge of a TERF’s honor and principles, something she earned by refusing the easy path!)

Not really sure where the checkpoint is going but everyone inside knows what it means to see a girl walking in with another girl’s sense coating their face, and presumably they will respond accordingly.

These aren't uncommon, actually. There are varying levels of 'security' depending on the location of the checkpoint, but they can be placed outside event venues or along transit points into certain cities most commonly.

On the way into events the 'tolls' tend to be a little lighter, along the lines of what you suggested. This serves as an extra payment for the chance to enter the event alongside transfem superiors, and also gives cuntgirls the chance to 'accessorize' on the way in. More 'cultured' cuntgirls might actually choose the five minutes, opening wide and embracing the chance to plaster themselves with transfem cum to advertise their availability as they walk in. Others might choose to play kissass as a genuine thanks to their superiors.

On the heavier side, transit into some cities, particularly bigger cities and those with a higher transfem population, may have checkpoints outside the city. Tourists who visit regularly or who are in good standing are often able to bypass them, but TERFs and those in poorer standing are generally stopped for testing and inspection. This can involve a choice between a five minute willing cavity search, or a ten minute chained-down and less professional cavity search, for example. It might also include reciting pledges, photos, paperwork, pregnancy tests, fertility tests, requirements of part-time 'employment' during the visit, or any number of other things, depending on the city, the checkpoint, and the peace officers on duty that day.

[lemony-and-zesty]

Angsty question, but how does every react to the scars? And does he ever tell them how he got some of them?

Ohhh man that’s a rough one,,

Here’s what I’m thinking!

The whole Floyd situation goes by a little too quickly for anyone to really,, acknowledge John’s scars. Like, I know for a fact that they all clock them, when they see him. But,, I think they’re a little to distracted with trying to find each other and save Floyd to say anything.

So, I’m thinkin that not long after they save Floyd and he recovers, they all confront JD about it.

Just very much a, “We’re just worried about you John, you’ve.. changed so much. And we wanna help you!”

“What? And you guys haven’t changed? It’s been twenty years! We’ve all changed!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know that!”

Que a big fight where John Dory gets extremely overwhelmed and finally can’t hold it in anymore and bursts out with, “I’ve killed people, ok? Is that what you wanna hear?? That’s what I’ve been doing!”

Dead silence.

“Is that.. how you got those then?”

…

“Not.. all of them.”

And at their silent prompting, he starts explaining his scars. Which leads to him explaining the entire situation. And his brothers are devastated.

They nearly take off to the city to try and kill the boss once JD gets to the scar on his neck.

Once the truth is out, the four become very protective over John Dory - much to his chagrin.

Can you imagine your whole deal being that you’re the oldest and you protect your youngest siblings but you never let anyone help you, and suddenly your baby brothers are jumping to your defense at any potential inconvenience - no matter how small?

————

Branch doesn’t fully forgive him - hell, she still doesn’t fully forgive any of them for leaving her behind - but she feels like she understands John Dory a bit more now.

————

Bruce is horrified that his only older brother - his best friend growing up - had gone through all this. He’s aware that of the five of them, he’s likely the one who had it the easiest, and he can’t help but feel guilty about it sometimes.

Can’t help but feel guilty for giving John the cold shoulder when they first reunited.

————

Clay has so many mixed feelings about it. Seeing his oldest brother so,,, broken, for lack of a better word,, crushed him.

For so many years, John Dory’s been this untouchable, cocky asshole in his mind. To find out that he’s not so unbreakable,, really throws everything Clay thought he knew out the window.

He doesn’t fully forgive John Dory, but he’s not so mad at him anymore.

————

Floyd is ruined by the news. Especially when he finds out about the neck scar.

He can’t help but blame himself, cause if JD hadn’t let him go then that boss never would have… God he could have died and Floyd might have never known.

“Is.. is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Floyd cries. He cries about it a lot. He encourages John to cry as well - to varying levels of success.

He tries to make up for it, much to John’s confusion. It’s a very one-sided blaming haha,,

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But yea, that’s the main thoughts I have for it!! Thank you for the ask 🥹

[spicyraeman]

Yknow what? Nah imma do a mini rant anyway, I think its a GOOD THING that lae'zel is 'nicer' to you the higher your approval is.

Wanna know why? Cuz shes blunt and pragmatic and her morals are very different from those on faerun, but she's rarely ever mean to people who she respects and who respect her. Gale and Karlach come to mind specifically you vary rarely hear her snark at them, bc there's a level of respect between them. She an asshole to both Shadowheart and Astarion at first bc they're sneaky shit stirrers who constantly antagonize her, but even then later in the game (depending on how you play) she gains a level of respect for both of them.

Why would she be needlessly rude to a person she's on multiple occasions put her trust in and respects.

^ This ^ is line that people are getting so worked up about?? Its so neutral and military I don't know how anybody thinks that's somehow out of character?? You've gone so far down the "women should be allowed to be mean" route that you've forgotten that they should also be a multidimensional character

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️CRAIG TUCKER✨️

these hcs are incredibly based on my brother jake, he's autistic and acts a lot like Craig. also craig has so many fucking hcs already made of him, i tried so hard to be original here. Enjoy <3

• Craig Adriano Tucker

• He/Him

• Born on January 25th 2003

• 6'2"

• Bisexual (male preference)

• Half Irish on his dad's side, Peruvian on his mother's side. She died when he was around 2, and Thomas remarried to Laura when Craig was 5. Later on, they had Tricia, which makes her and Craig half-siblings.

• Has Level 1 ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder or "Aspergers Syndrome") and got diagnosed at 9. Also has dyslexia (reading disability) and dysgraphia (writing disability)

• Loves his grandmother because she's the only one who really talks to him about his Peruvian heritage and is the only remainder he has of his mom. He also resents his father over this because in his grief, tried to basically bury any and all memories of Craig's mom.

• Still dating Tweek. He was always secretly into guys but had a lot of internalized homophobia. Also he didn't know what bisexual meant so he assumed he was only into girls for a while.

• His chullo eventually got too small for his head so his grandmother knitted him another one and he gave his old one to Tricia.

• Eventually grew out of watching Red Racer and moved onto Star Trek, Star Wars and Game of Thrones. However he has a Red Racer t-shirt he bought as a kid that he wore all the time. When he grew out of it, he framed it and hung it up on his wall.

• Has a toy car collection on his shelf above his bed that he carefully arranged by height, size, weight, and color.

• Needed braces in 8th grade all the way until sophomore year of high school. His teeth were really bad because he refused to brush his teeth. The texture of toothpaste makes him wanna vomit. During this time, he didn’t talk a lot because he was embarrassed. Tricia certainly didn't help, by the way. She called him "train tracks" the entire time.

• Builds LEGO sets with Tweek.

• Huge astronomy nerd. He talks about space for hours and hours at a time. He's spent a lot of time thinking about things like which planets would be the most habitable, where stars come from, the existence of aliens and studying dark matter and dark energy. And he talks about all of this to Tweek, literally the only person who cares and is willing to listen. Or Stripe, if Tweek isn't around.

• Calls Airheads Xtremes Belts "gay bacon". He's being serious too, he thinks that’s what they're called.

• Atheist and believes in the Big Bang theory as well as evolution.

• Drinks Pepsi. That’s it. Only Pepsi, no water. He has to be forced to drink water. (another reason why his teeth are bad)

• Interested in capybaras, guinea pigs, hamsters, rodents in general.

• Does not answer most texts, or calls or even emails. It's on purpose too, he leaves almost everybody on read.

• Argues with Tricia like 24/7 usually over incredibly small stuff. Also Tricia is just really mean, she likes to mess with him for no reason. This can vary from harmless pranks to straight up abusing him randomly. However, Craig simply ignores her or just shoves her out of the room. He refuses to like physically fight her and will kick the shit out of anyone who hurts her. He's also usually trying to keep her from doing something dangerous. Or away from Tweek because she steals all his attention.

• Used to be called an asshole by everyone for just speaking his mind. He still is but he just doesn't care anymore.

• Listens to Artic Monkeys, The Neighborhood, and Cigarettes After Sex.

• Best friends with Clyde and Kenny.

• Craig doesn't really care about most things, so it's really hard to get him mad, but he likes to fight people for fun, which was why he was labeled as violent.

• Has glow in the dark star stickers on his walls and ceiling arranged like constellations.

• Ultimate grudge holder, he's still a little mad at the boys for getting him sent to Peru.

• Actually enjoys playing baseball but didn't want to be seen as "lame".

• Not much of a picky eater. He just hates when the food touches. He also doesn't like smooth, creamy textures, he likes crunchy food and noisily eats just to hear it better. The sound of something crunching tickles his brain.

• Always looks like he's pissed off even when he's perfectly content or happy he looks ready to fight someone. Clyde actually finds this hilarious.

Guys, I am a big supporter of adopted Peruvian Craig, but I made him mixed simply bc my face claim for him doesn't match up. Also, it explains why he doesn't really care when someone insults his "mom."

My baby Tweekers up next!! I just left the hospital and I'm sore as fuck but I'm mostly fine.

he's so relatable honestly.

[chizups]

Am new to your tumblr (got drawn here by your pretty ocs (✿◡‿◡)) and I hope that has not been asked before but: What are your opinions on each individual Seed? And what do your OCs think about them? I always think it is interesting to see where opinions are the same or differ (●'◡'●)

Welcome! Feel yourself at home 😊

Oh, boi, do I keep my unhinged to myself when answering that? I guess we'll see. When I just got through my first FC5 run, I didn't find John to be that interesting (I didn't understand at the time really), Jacob was absolutely terrifying in a best way possible for a character to be, and Joseph became most intriguing to me, which is the case still: I am enamored with his whole character, but the more I get to know about him, the less I understand WHY, because he is infuriating, but he also keeps my underwear wet, and it's harder to say WHY by the minute 😂😅

Now that I spent some time looking into these characters, I see them a bit differently and I love them even more. Jacob was somehow the easiest for me to comprehend. I really like him as a character, and his villain image was shining even brighter when I played New Dawn: there, looking at twins, I realized for myself how intimidating Jacob actually was. I really like him as a brother/father figure, as a protector and I sorry about his fate. Can't say I would have anything to tell him, no words can fix a man like that I feel. At least none of mine. The only support I could've give is maybe hold his hand. He was a fighter and deserved better from the very start.

John opened to me with time, or rather was opened to me by people who know their shit about psychology😆 I thought he just have brain damage or something, but what escaped me at the start is his complicated set of traumas. But I know now... Again, I am very sorry about his fate, I pity him as a child, he did not deserve what he got. But John is an adult, and he is a lot. Here's my level of unhinged starts growing, because as much as I love John, I want to slap him, or stab him, or dismember him and eat his parts, while keeping him alive, I... Y'know? Normal stuff. I also have a set of my own psy problems that makes me feel a certain way about men like John: John Duncan (as well as Seed I guess at least at the start of the project) for the eyes of unknowing person would be too good to be true and therefore unworthy of trust, that means any other handsome, educated and charismatic man is untrustworthy. John Seed fucking triggers me, I feel unwanted every time I look at him, but I like him as a character nonetheless. Fuck this brat💖

Faith has impressed me by the control she has over The Bliss, it's fascinating. But she doesn't stick to my mind like brothers do, I kind of sorry about it. She is clearly a puppet, and though I pity her, and I think she is the one that was actually the closest to possible saving, I do not care that much. I'd say I wish to protect her from Joseph's influence, but it seems I got into this trap myself.

Fucking Joseph... Love. I love this man. I do this basically all the time👇

He intrigued me from the first sight, and I even envy him in some sense. But I see him more clearly now. Started after FC6 Collapse DLC, where my desire to throw this man off a cliff grew with every phrase spoken in the game. This manic asshole... The infuriating thing is, I am an aggressive scaredy cat who IRL does not trust people or religious nature easily in general, but I FUCKING KNOW Joseph would wrap me around his finger, and I hate it. And I still enamored with him.

Imagining him being chained in my basement or thrown off a cliff is an erotic fantasy by now. I am so normal about him, you can't imagine...

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My OCs think... a lot. There's a few Alternative Universes that vary their opinions a bit because of dynamics changing and switching, but overall it stays the same.

It really all started with Dina, I played ND and needed an avatar to express my opinions, though she quickly evolved into her own character. Dina Sommer is very loyal to Jacob in every story, she won't sleep herself to guard his peace, she won't eat if he has no food in his plate. In her eyes he is the best human being, she relies on him and is devoted to keep him safe. Dina respects Joseph. To a degree. He is not higher in her hierarchy than Jacob by any means and even more than that, with time Dina starts seeing Joseph as a threat to her commander's wellbeing therefore she doesn't like him in the slightest, though she won't talk about for obvious reasons. John and Dina barely meet and talk, and it was decided that they won't know what to do in each other's presence, because they both are fucking children. Let's say whatever opinion of John Jacob is translating to Dina, it is the exact one Dina has. Dina and Faith do not really know each other.

Salome Ann Clock is a caring soul, so no matter if my story of the day is angst or fluff, she tries to look for common ground and be a peace maker, to bring comfort to others, even when she is herself broken. She is able to find some pity in herself for Faith, respect for Jacob, forgiveness and compassion for John, but she is terrified of Joseph. Even in Twisted Untitled where she is married to him, Salome sees him as an idol first and foremost and is afraid of what he does to people and her, physically or mentally. Her basic was that she did not plan on killing so many people and Seeds too. Salome wanted to arrest them. To bring justice by the law, yes, but also because she wanted to do the right thing and save them. To realize she all this time was kept alive by Joseph's word alone was crushing to her.

My favorite warframe-witch-fairy-feetless-mystical-woman Wisp is enamored with Joseph, trusted most of the things he said for a very long time, they are very close friends. She is sorry for all his losses, loves him dearly despite understanding that he is sometimes goes too far. She is also the only character that can actually push that fucker around without consequences, and I love it for her. Because sometimes she actually does. She tries to protect his image in some sense, like a sober wife talks about her drunk husband, that she loves very much, but still embarrassed by him: he is not that bad, she swears, she'll grab him by the neck later if it makes you feel any better about the situation. Wisp respects Jacob very much since he is a soldier, hence a weapon, like she is, but because he is absolutely closed to her mental reach, they barely interact, which saddens her, but she accepts it as it is. Faith is Wisp's favorite girl, she is impressed by the Bliss control just like I am. They are definitely girlfriends on easy mode, but Joseph doesn't need to know it, hehe. If situation occurs, where Joseph and Faith will be in danger at the same time, there is a high possibility that Wisp will try to protect Faith first instead of running to Joseph. Wisp's relationship with John has two options: in any other story he is just a member of the family Wisp protects, because it is Joseph's family, but they are not even friends, bc John doesn't trust her; in Seeds & Witches however Wisp is John's long time friend, a nanny you could say, he trusts her 120%, and she cares for him like she never carried for Joseph even in any other story, John is her little mew mew baby princess boi💝

Recent addition to my group of cunts is Restless Mina. Originally started in Seeds & Witches, she is mostly indifferent in relation to all Seeds there, but Twisted Untitled helped me develop her, and it happens so she is in many ways a mirror image of John, so they are not very friendly to each other, but their hostility has more of a rival aspect than if they were actual enemies. Mina likes him, but hates to admit it, she teases and taunts him often just to make him mad. It is mutual. However this is a way for them to support each other, since they are not the same just as is, but in Joseph's eye as well, receiving the same treatment from him. Joseph wakes many complicated feelings in Mina, she is afraid of him, but sees no other light on her dark path, so runs to him when in need of a good word of wisdom. Which is often. She is also intrigued by Jacob and respects him highly, though is not very sure herself why that is. She is however tied to John (he introduces her to religion) and almost prohibited from visiting the mountains. So there's not much she can express about the older brother. Mina doesn't understand Faith, her field of work and influence is very confusing to the point of being scary to Mina, therefore she does not hold very high opinion about the sister.

I think that is all❣️

[nashcandream]

The urge to write a more bitter and jaded aftermath Gale with a non-Tav companion connection.

✨ideas✨

I have this character I love named Dylan and I want to work with them so badly. But maybe they aren’t a Tav. They definitely aren’t a Durge. But I feel like they have a connection to Gale. Or they could. Dylan is my disgraced/displaced “initiate”/apprentice wizard. They are in their 30s and their relationship with the mage community is…complicated.

Just an absolute asshole of a powerful mentor and a messy end of their studies. An alleged Chosen of Mystra, though Dylan cannot understand how or why. Dylan has serious doubts as to whether the man they mentored for was actually a wizard. But make no mistake, he is powerful, respected, and well-connected.

No one will help Dylan complete their education in Waterdeep because of their old masters influence. Leaving Waterdeep isn’t an option. Working odd jobs until something lands in their favor has been their routine the last few years.

Their background honestly works better without Tav interaction. The more I think about it, the more I like building fanfiction differently for Dylan and Gale.

And I miss Dylan. I miss their story of vivacity. I miss their problem-solving, never-give-up personality. I really want to write them and I think I found a good outlet.

Besides, I love the idea of writing a hardened Gale. Or a changed Gale. I just imagine him not meeting Tav and how this whole ordeal, plus the year leading up to it, hardened him in ways. He returns to Waterdeep without the crown and without making peace with Mystra (we don’t apologize to child abusing terrorists over here).

He isn’t her chosen anymore and he spent over a year isolated from the community he knew and loved. He used to have a group of, well, misfits that provided varied levels of support. I know Tara would have been present but in my mind, there would come a point where Gale would ask her to leave for her safety and his sanity. (I’ve never played an Origin run so I don’t know how her presence shakes out long-term. I just know she comes to camp).

Gale comes home from war and hell and what was meant to be a suicide mission and he has…no one. He feels more isolated and shattered than ever before. He is irreversibly changed.

And yet life went on as normal in the city of Waterdeep.

Back home.

Home.

Such a strange concept after all Gale has been through.

Now he has to start over and navigate his way back into society or surrender to the demons of debilitating loneliness.

I don’t know. I just think about this harrowing experience. Where the love of his life told him the only way to redeem his actions was to kill himself. He survived that. He survived a lot. And now he has to go home and just…move on?

I mean…yeah. He does. He has to move forward somehow. And I see the appeal of Tav. But I don’t know. I feel like challenging poor Gale in a different way. And keeping him on his toes. And seeing the ways he can grow.

Besides, who doesn’t love Moody Gale, hm?

[manicplank]

argument headcannons? Like what they’d do during or after?

Argument

Peppino: He gets very hot-headed and angry. All levels of anxiety turn into complete rage. Occasionally, he'll start crying because he's so mad. Afterwards, depending on what the argument was about, he'll be super stoic and passive aggressive, or he'll feel super guilty and apologize.

Gustavo: He gets pretty frustrated. It takes a lot to anger him, so he usually keeps his cool. He might get a little agitated. After he calms down, he apologizes and tries to talk it out.

Mr. Stick: He gets red-faced and aggressive. He will throw unnecessary insults in and make everything turn personal, even over the smallest thing. After, he can be very passive aggressive. He usually refuses to apologize first. He thinks he's always right.

Pepperman: He'll argue over the simplest of things, mostly because he thinks he knows everything. You can present facts and cute your sources, but he'd still deny them. If you piss him off enough, he starts to scream, but that's very rare. He usually won't apologize first, even if he feels bad. He'll just pout as he paints vent art.

The Vigilante: He's a bit closed-minded and will argue over small shit. Don't get him started on conspiracy theories. He's very stubborn. There's no getting through to him. He doesn't get super angry. He will eventually be the bigger person and apologize.

The Noise: Depending on the day and his mood, he might be super cocky and passive aggressive. He'll taunt and insult them just to piss them off. He's super petty. Sometimes, he gets a little assertive and will raise his voice slightly. He'll get defensive. Other times, he completely rages. He has a short temper and gets riled up easily. If they're not careful, he'll attack and possibly even kill them. It varies on how he acts afterward. He might be pouty and still mean. He might calm down and give a half-assed forced apology (taking none of the blame). Noisette might drag him in by the ear and make him apologize. He might give them the death stare when he sees them. Veeery rarely will he come in crying and genuinely apologize (this only happens to Noisette). This was a long one because he's an asshole.

Noisette: She's very passive aggressive. She can usually control her temper during the situation. She's pretty stubborn. Even if she's wrong, she will refuse to admit it because she doesn't want to look stupid. She does her best to stay respectful, but if they insult her, she will LOSE IT. It takes a lot to make her rage. When she rages... RUN. She will throw things, break things, scream insults, and say things she doesn't mean. Sometimes, she shuts down and starts crying instead (depending on what the argument is about). She may or may not apologize. It takes a while for her to cool down. After, she will want to talk it out and hug.

Fake Peppino: He will get big and angry. He does NOT like being yelled at. He doesn't care if he was wrong. He has the potential to become incredibly dangerous. He screams and screeches. He doesn't listen and becomes very stubborn. If you insult him, he turns into a complete monster. When he settles down, he might come over and apologize.

Pizzahead: It takes a LOT to make this guy angry. He'll start off by not taking anything seriously. He turns everything into a joke. Then he gets petty and passive aggressive. If they piss him off enough, he'll lose his mind. He's screaming and insulting them. He'll throw things at them and try to harm them. He almost NEVER apologizes. He's quick to hold a grudge.

Pillar John: He almost never argues. He's a very nice and agreeable guy. It's actually hard to start an argument with him. He keeps his cool and tries to speak logically. He can mediate things pretty easily. The argument doesn't last long, and he apologizes even if he did nothing wrong.

Gerome: They're pretty much arguing with themselves. He just sits there with a hand on his hip and lets them yell. After a while, he'll go, "You done?" He never argues back. He thinks it's a waste of time.

[teatitty]

In my own Transformers AU's where they land on Earth I really like to play around with the idea of everyone gunning for the final working space bridge in their alt modes and they all get caught up in it Going Wrong so they get stuck on earth unable to transform for a while because of low energy [alt modes being their 'battery saver mode' essentially], scattered all over the place in different countries. Just committing completely to the "robots in disguise" bit of it

Sunstreaker gets picked up by some hollywood dudes to be used as a stunt car and quickly gets a reputation for being a 'cursed object on set' because the car is always moving, has a habit of being "hard to control" for drivers and sometimes revs a little too loudly comfort but on the flipside almost always comes away from said car stunts completely fine with everyone else in tact

Ironhide gets picked up by a single parent juggling 4 kids of varying ages in Thailand and starts off hating every second of it but grudgingly comes to care for this little family just trying to get by with what they can

Arcee ends up with Jem and the Holograms because you know I gotta have that in here, Jemcee is everything. She's also one of the first formers to get her energon back up bc of the synergy tech [which is based on cybertron tech but nobody knows that yet]

Optimus is a young woman's first truck in Australia and he is Stressed The Hell Out about keeping her safe she is his daughter now holy shit he wasn't prepared for this!!! He hates her boyfriend not because the boyfriend is an asshole but because he finds the guy super annoying. Boyfriend left empty takeout trash in his seats one time and has been on his list for life ever since. The boyfriend thinks Optimus is a cursed truck but the young lady scoffs and rolls her eyes because her truck has never caused problems for her

Bumblebee is involved in some Herbie levels of shenanigans probably. Touring all over Europe. Elita-1 is being used by heavy leather bikers and the rescue bots [including our medbots!!!] are of course in their respective fields all over the globe, always somehow getting to where they need to be perfectly timed regardless of conditions and saving many many lives

NASA and other such space places are def fully aware of the robot aliens. They're probably housing a few of them in secret wholesale lying to the government about it lol [space science people are the good guys of course they just wanna help and geek out]

I have no idea how they would all end up banding back together again I just want them to be living that superhero double-life and dealing with the horrors of timezone differences and spotty connections. The inherent hilarity of Starscream tryna talk shit to Megatron on a video call but he keeps cutting out and freezing