#what is it with these big game hunters and sleeping with?? weapons??

[stainedglassvariations]

LADS and Claymores

Inspired by the lovely @heartswithinreach and her amazing imagines. I haven't posted anything on tumblr for YEARS, but I love the boys so much I decided to give it another go!

Inspired by the fact that I am, for the first time in my twenty three years of life, a heavy weapon main in this game. Minor spoilers for some of the main story and yes, no Sylus. I'm trying to be a good girl and not skip ahead so I haven't met him yet :(

Zayne is concerned. Throwing all that weight around everyday applies serious stress on your body, and he wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Are you consuming enough protein, carbs, and water to aid in your muscle recovery? What about your sleep schedule? You are making sure to stretch before and after work, right? You always feel a little dizzy whenever you have dinner together, trying to keep up with his rapid fire questions. 

On a softer note, he always offers a massage whenever you come home with him. His evol leaves his hands blessedly cool as he rubs soothing circles in your knots. By the time he finishes, you’re a boneless, half-asleep heap on his bed. They also make up for the foul smelling horse pills he expects you to take with a full glass of cherry juice in the morning. 

During combat, he stays clear. He knows his strengths, and they don’t include trying to keep up with your great-sword swinging self. He can, however, freeze the feet of your targets which gives you ample time to wind up a decisive, fatal blow. And… you do look lovely under a shower of ice and Metaflux. 

Rafayel is upset. It’s hard to be your knight in shining armor when you’re swinging around a sword as tall as he is! Not that he wants you to be a damsel in distress anymore or anything, but a part of him misses the way you once needed him to come to your rescue. Plus, his flames and dagger are just a piss-poor combo when it comes to your team ups. You spend more energy making sure you don’t end up cleaving your favorite artist in two than you do fighting Wanderers.

Now, outside of fights, it’s a bit of a different story. If you can handle the weight of a claymore then surely holding him in your lap for hours on end is nothing in comparison, right? Oh, and he needs help moving a second wardrobe into his bedroom, you don’t mind do you? While you’re at it, Thomas is having a new frame delivered for his newest portrait so could you please bring that in with you?

You roll your eyes at the majority of his requests, but he always looks so genuinely put out whenever he sees you materialize your sword for combat that you don’t have the heart to say no. 

Xavier is confused. What’s wrong with a normal sword, why do you need one that’s almost as big as he is? You honestly don’t have an answer for him outside of “I like the way it feels” and “it’s hard to be scared shitless when you’ve got a big ass sword”. 

Really, watching you swing that thing around makes him feel tired. More so than usual he means. You’re not built for prolonged combat, so you go into every fight ready to put down the threat as quickly as humanly possible. He dutifully marches in after you, cleaning up the Wanderers lucky enough to escape your initial slaughter. 

It does make it weird for him whenever you ask him to open jars or help lift heavy boxes outside of work, though. Do you really need his help opening this pickle jar or are you just feeling lazy and don’t want to apply the effort? Your silence is telling. 

BONUS:

Caleb thinks you’re kidding. He laughs when you tell him that you chose to specialize in two-handed weapons, and then he sees your Hunter’s application. What follows is the most bizarre fight the two of you have ever had.

He asks you if you hit your head on the way to register or if you’re just stupid which immediately puts you on the defensive. When you deny both these things, he proceeds to lecture you on the long term consequences of muscle damage as if that’s the biggest thing you’ll have to worry about when you’re going to be out hunting literal aliens. Surprise, surprise, that makes him even more mad. 

In the end, the truth comes: he hates that you’re becoming a Deepspace Hunter. It’s a surprising show of vulnerability that makes your chest go tight and your knees weak. You toe the ground, suddenly too shy to look up at his face, and mumble something about switching over to mid-range pistols before hightailing it out of his room. You don’t, of course, you forget somewhere in the two minutes it takes to wrench open your bedroom door and dive under the covers. The look on his face when he sees you going through some exercises while back home from basic almost, just almost, makes it worth it.

[lokisbxtches]

Praises to the legendary devil hunter

Dante sparda x fem black!reader (anyone can read though)

credits to nonyahbusinesss on TikTok !

Wrote this at 4:43 am 🫩 couldn’t sleep, all I could think about was that TikTok. Finished at 8:20 am — I got distracted and tried to find this certain comment on TikTok about Dante and vergils relationship and how they don’t want to kill eachother but just trying to prove who’s better … I couldn’t find it — Just got into DmC properly so hopefully I don’t mischaracterize him, I wrote him how I perceived him in the games.

Warning: 18 + only, I am not in charge of what you read ! Praise kink, Dante being an egotistic idiot, SMUT, Dante whimpers!? Possessive Dante ?? I’m not the best writer but I try! Kinda rushed because I’m impatient and easily distracted. Not proofread

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“Dante are you fucking kidding me right now!” You yell, in genuine anger, at Dante, who had left you once again.

“I told you I could handle it. Do you not know who you’re talking to?” Dante smirks, laying his weapons down on his desk. Dante, the legendary devil hunter, son of Sparda, and the guy who saved the world countless times, was famous! Being famous came with a lot of worship to his name, especially from the ladies, and to his ego.

“I don’t care who you are! You could’ve waited for me like I asked you to! Why don’t you fucking listen?” You were out when Dante got a gig at a place outside of the city, a small town crawling with demons, easy money for him and something small he could easily fix, so he didn’t bring you along; instead, he left a note saying that he went out to “handle business.” That pissed you off bad.

You waited damn near all night for him to get back, and all he did was brush you off and act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“It wasn’t that serious, it was something slight, not too big. I could handle it alone, and you were out shopping. Didn’t want to disturb you.” He says so nonchalantly, which made things 10x more irritable.

“It doesn’t matter, Dante! You agreed 2 years ago that when we started dating and started doing missions together, we wouldn’t do them without each other's help! Did you forget about that, or do you just not care anymore?” You practically screamed at him, he was practically leaving you out, and according to your girl math, that meant he didn’t care about you anymore.

“Do you not love me anymore?” Dante almost broke his neck trying to look at you. “WHAT?” Dante was astonished that you got that from something as little as this. “What the fuck? I didn’t say that!” Dante's mouth fell slack, and his arms raised in the air as if someone was holding him at gunpoint.

“Then why did you leave me?” You crossed your arms and stared right up into his eyes.

“Because I could handle it myself! It wasn’t anything major!” He was smiling, not because it was funny, but because he was genuinely so confused by your logic. “I can handle things myself! I am more than capable of taking down a few demons with ease!”

“Oh yeah? Well, since you’re so “capable,” you can do missions by yourself, and I’ll do my own! I don’t need you anyway!” You air-quoted, turning on your heels and running up the stairs to your guys' shared bedroom.

“I don’t need you” is all that played in Dante’s mind over and over. What did you mean by that? How could you possibly not need me after all I’ve done?

Dante stayed downstairs for an hour contemplating whether or not you meant what you said, but not long after, he was thinking of ways to prove you wrong or at least make you admit you were wrong.

Dante opened the door to the bedroom, seeing you laying down on your side of the bed curled up in one of his oversized tshirts with the tv broadcasting some shitty sitcom, he didn’t want to mess with you yet; not until after he showered and when he did finish showering he hopped on his side of the bed and immediately started cuddling you.

“Hey baby,” he whispered in your ear, “ you didn’t mean what you said, right?” He didn’t know whether you were asleep or not; he just hoped you would be able to reply to his voice. Luckily for him, you were waiting for him to come up.

“I don’t know Dante, did I?” Dante sighed, already knowing he’d have to work harder. He kissed your neck, rubbing on your smooth skin, gripping you on your thighs and stomach.

“Come on, baby, you know I love you,” he said, biting and licking a part of your neck he knew would get a reaction out of you. You moaned, positioning your neck so that he would have more access.

“Dante, you can’t just…” You couldn’t finish your sentence as Dante flipped both of you over, and you were straddling his waist. He pulled you down flat against his bare chest, using one hand to grip your ass as he grinds up into you.

“Sorry for leaving you.” he was inhaling your scent; you smelled so heavenly to him, he used his other hand to hold you down against him. “I won’t do it again.” He pulled you up slightly to kiss you as he slowly pulled your panties to the side. “Can I?” He asked, you mumbled a yes, “Come on, baby, you can give me more than that.” He whispered into your mouth as his finger played with your dripping hole. “Yes, Dante, please,” you begged. That was enough for Dante to stick his thick finger into your hole.

“Fuck woman, you’re so tight, I can barely stick my finger in” he smirks, you could only moan as you fuck yourself on his finger. “More,” you breathe out, and Dante happily complies. Sticking in another finger he fucks you in a faster pace, using his other hand to grip your thighs as you sit up and fuck his fingers.

Usually, Dante would let you have this moment, but he couldn’t wait. Not tonight, not when he had to prove a point. To himself, of course.

Dante removed his fingers from your hole and immediately put them in his mouth. Your eyes shot open to look at him in confusion. “Relax, princess, don’t worry, I'm bout to give you the real deal. Just had to taste you first.” Dante lifts his hips to remove his boxer and rips your underwear clean off your ass.

“Dante!” You yell, “I’ll buy you some more,” he says as he pulls you down into a kiss. His tongue overpowers yours as you both French kiss in the most hurried way possible, acting as if it’ll be the last.

Dante strokes himself, releasing your mouth as he spits on his hand to lather up his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. Without thinking you immediately sink down on his cock, making him throw his head back into the pillows, “fuck w-wait,” he says almost out of breath, he squeezes your waist trying to compose himself. “You can’t just do that… fuck me,” he stutters as he slowly move your hips up and down.

“M sorry baby, got t-too excited,” you moan out, biting your lip as you pick up the speed, “fuck Dante,” you throw your head back as you sit up fully, taking him inch by inch, pulling him out all the way until his tip is only inside you then ramming him back in. “You’re so fucking tight, fuuck,” he’s watching himself as he enters in and out of you, growling at how you squeeze him.

“Tell me,” he says, gripping your face, making you look into his eyes, “tell me how good I make you feel,” he’s squeezing your wasting even more now, gripping your throat now as he ramming into you harder, faster, “you make me feel so good baby, so fucking good,” you’re matching his speed, maybe even going faster, “oh yea?” He releases your throat, gripping one of your tits, playing with your nipple, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

He uses his mouth to suck on the other tit, marking you up, leaving bite marks all over your tit. He then releases your tit with his hand and goes to play with your clit, “cum on my cock, show me how good I make you feel,” he doesn’t let up, he rams into you, circling your clit until you’re shaking and finaling squeezing around him as your climax approaches. You scream as you slump forward, falling onto his chest as he continues to fuck you through your high. “Good, huh?” He says as he rubs your back. “Yes,” you say out of breath, “good, good… I hope you don’t think we’re done yet,” he says smacking your ass, flipping you over, “I didn’t get to cum yet.”

He hovers over you with that same dumb ass smirk on his face, he lines himself back up with your hole and slowly sinks in, you bite your lip. He picks your leg up and pulls it over his shoulder, grabbing the headboard as he fucks you like wild animal. You scream, scratching at his back as he makes you take all of him. “Damn girl you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, I won’t be able to hold out much longer if you continue to do that,” he’s close, he can feel himself slipping but trying so hard not to. “Dante! Please, I can’t!” You arch your back, desperately trying to overcome the sensitivity, but it’s too much.

“Yes, you can,” he kisses you, moving one hand to your thigh, pushing it down against your chest as he takes you from this angle, ramming in much smoother and faster. “You’re taking me so fucking well, only I can make you feel this good, say it,” he grips your throat again and every time he does he only grips it so lightly, “look at me,” he says, you both look into each other eyes, “tell me only I can make you feel this good,” you stutter, the sensation from his ramming his cock into and the fact that he’s being so controlling is turning you on even more, you damn near go cross eyed, “only you Dante! Only you can make me feel this good, fuck I can’t- I can’t get enough,”

Dante was smiling now, he lets go of your throat and thighs, sitting up as he grips your waist and raises it slight, “that’s right, that’s fucking right, you need me don’t you? Because I am the only person who can make you feel so fucking good, the only person who can fuck you and protect you.” He’s fucking you even faster now, you’re so close to your climax again, “I can feel you squeezing me again, you bout to cum?” He lets out a breathy laugh, “Come on, baby, give it to me,” without another word you gush around him, squirting so hard that it pushes his dick out.

“Fuck, look at you, making a mess on my cock,” he slaps his dick on your clits as you continue to squirt more, not long after he’s sticking it back in, he’s so close to cumming himself he cannot wait. “Do you love me?” He asks as he hovers over you, fucking you through your climax once again, you can tell he’s close because of how sloppy he’s movement has become. “Dante,” you try to push him away, overstimulated, but he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers with his, “say it,” he’s so close to your face, you could feel his breathing on your cheek, “tell me how much you fucking love me,” he’s growing more needier, ramming into your at a inhumane pace, “please, baby,” he whimpers, “I love you Dante, I love you so fucking much, I can’t be without you,” tears streaming down your face as he let goes of your hand and bear hugs you, few more thrusts and he completely comes undone inside you. He continues to fuck you but at slow rate, riding out his high. “I love you more, fuck,” he’s kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your neck, “don’t ever forget that.” You’re both huffing now, out of breath. “But don’t think we’re done here,” you can feel that stupid smirk against your neck.

You curse at yourself internally. This is going to be a long night.

[wolveria]

The Hunted - Ch 4

Pairing: Cad Bane x f!Reader

Series Warnings: Smut, PTSD, enemies-to-lovers, predator/prey

Chapter Summary: "There it is."

AO3

You retreated to your cell without being told, and Bane was decent enough to not smirk or make suggestive comments. Instead, he handed you a refilled water carton, a ration bar, and a hot cup of caf. The caf was new, and nice, and you didn’t trust the gesture.

He also set a small crate in the cell, not big enough to block your sleeping space, but giving you some place to sit that wasn’t the cold, hard floor. As if considering that last part, he also handed you a thick blanket of faded brown material. It reminded you of the oversized Jedi cloaks, and it took all you had not to bury your face in the fabric and break down.

Bane said nothing, and you didn’t thank him, but the uncomfortable tension between you eased. At least, until he returned with an additional item, and held it out to you once he took the shield down.

You looked up at him, questioning.

“Bacta pad. For the bite.”

You took the pad, your stare harder this time. But he didn’t say anything after that, and once he put up the shield and disappeared from sight, you threw the packaged square at the wall and watched as it tumbled to the ground. You left it there, unopened.

Your uncontrolled use of the Force didn’t make another appearance, and you wondered why Bane hadn’t activated the binders after your little display in the cockpit. Right now, all they did was hang off your wrists like ill-made bracelets.

You could, quite easily, overpower him now that your connection to the Force was strengthening. He had to know that. What game was he playing now? Bane didn’t do anything without a reason.

Deciding to use the opportunity to meditate, you worried you’d forgotten how. But you needed to focus on something other than the bounty hunter.

You wished you had your lightsaber, but the weapon that had once been a very extension of your body and spirit no longer existed. You’d taken it apart, the chances of being caught with it too high, and when the Inquisitors were on your trail and you needed a way off Nal Hutta, you ended up selling the kyber crystal. The sleemo who owned the pawnshop had definitely gotten a bargain, as the kyber had been priceless to you, but in the end, you knew it wasn’t worth your life. Not that your life amounted to much, in the end.

Meditation came back to you like breathing, unforgettable and ingrained into the foundation of who you were. You didn’t find peace and serenity, but you did find acceptance. You had a plan, or an idea of a plan, something unthinkable even a day ago.

But… desperate times. And it wasn’t the first time you’d sold a piece of your soul just to see another sunrise.

Bane returned your clean clothes to you as promised, opening the ray shield and handing them to you without a word. Wrapped in the blanket, you no longer had to worry about your modesty, and you handed him back the towel. He took it, gave you a small nod, and then activated the ray shield and departed.

When he returned with another ration bar, giving you enough time to dress, Bane looked at you and halted so abruptly he swayed.

“What are ye doin’? Get dressed.”

Technically, you were half dressed. Your tunic and tailcoat jacket were on, the former barely covering the tops of your thighs, but the rest of your clothing, including your trousers, underwear, and bandeau, remained folded on the crate.

“No.”

Bane scowled, deepening the creases of his face.

“Don’t think I won’t turn ye over to the Empire like that.”

“Do what you have to do.”

He strode forward until he stood directly on the other side of the ray shield.

“First ye want yer clothes, then ye don’t want ‘em. Make up yer mind.”

“I thought this would be simpler, given our new arrangement.”

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

“What’d you say?”

“You get something from me, so I want something from you.”

“Yeah? What’s that.”

“You can…” You swallowed the distaste of what you were about to suggest. “You can keep me. And don’t turn me over to the Empire.”

A snarl curled his lip, revealing a fang.

“This ain’t up for negotiation.”

“I’m offering my willing cooperation as part of the deal. If you… if you let me stay, I understand what that entails. You can have me however you wish, and I won’t stop you.”

His face changed in a way you couldn’t quite catch, it happened too fast, and then he growled, “Is that what you think? That I take it unwilling?”

Your mouth opened but no sound emerged. Bane shut down the ray shield, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you into the corridor.

He shoved you against the wall beside the opening to your cell, and you tensed, waiting for him to strike, but he didn’t touch you once he released your arm. He boxed you in, his face far too close, but he kept his hands pressed flat to the wall on either side of you.

Slowly, you met his eye, braced for him to act, but he simply watched you. And without consciously meaning to, you began to relax. Even warmed a little at his closeness, at the memory of what his dexterous fingers could do when they sought at your most sensitive places and played.

He leaned closer, his lips barely a breath from yours, and then he said, low and certain, “There it is.”

Before you could interpret that statement, he flipped you around, pressed you to the wall with the length of his body, and grazed his mouth against your ear.

“Jedi ain’t the only ones good at readin’ people.”

His hips pushed against your backside, and your face heated in humiliation as you pushed back in thoughtless reflex.

“Fact is, I can smell it on ye.” His tongue dragged the edge of your jaw below your ear, and you braced your forehead against the wall, unsuccessfully biting back your moan.

“You can’t… blame me for a natural reaction.”

“Ain’t the first time you’ve done it,” he said, unimpressed by your argument. His hands trailed up your bare thighs, resting on the swell of your naked hips. “And I don’t mean just on this ship, either.”

Now your entire body quivered in memory of all the chases, of being caught, and how the shame twisted with the thrill until it was impossible to separate them.

Bane’s hands continued upward, bunching the fabric of your jacket and tunic to bare your flesh to the cold air.

“Our… our deal.”

“No deal,” he growled in your ear. “Ye want it freely, or not at all.”

You almost said no. Not because you didn’t want his hands on you, but because the plan hadn’t worked. You were bound for the gallows.

What did it matter now? If your remaining time was limited, if death was the final act, what use was shame or dignity? You might as well spend your last moments cradled in the pleasure he could give you. At least you would have something to hold onto as the Inquisitors tore you apart, piece by piece.

You would have this, something that belonged only to you. Something they could never take away.

“All right,” you whispered.

“Gonna have to be firmer than that.”

“You bastard.”

His hands stiffened, but you didn’t care, seething through your clenched teeth.

“I’m a dead woman. Don’t make me waste my breath on what you already know.” Your voice weighed with the anguish you didn’t mean to show, and it made you more naked than your missing clothes. “If you have any decency, you’ll spare me the weeks of coming torture and kill me now. Take the reduced payment for turning in a corpse. I know you’ll make it painless and humane.”

You were trembling now, your words ragged and stripped.

“And if you won’t do that, then at least grant me this last… this last reprieve without making me beg for it.”

Silence. And then Bane flipped you around to face him, and while your eyes burned, no tears spilled. You were proud of that, at least.

His face twisted into something almost frightening, and he grabbed you by the arm and led you out of the brig corridor to a small hold in the back of the ship. There was a crate covered in a cloth tarp, and he sat you on it.

Without a word, he gripped your knees and spread them, and then he knelt on the floor, wedging himself between your legs. You didn’t understand what he meant to do until he leaned down, spread your labia with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue up your sex.

You gave a breathless, shocked “oh,” and he took that as encouragement as he continued to lick you, his tongue sampling you as if to savor the taste. Bane moved in closer, the flat of his face nestled between your legs, his hat pushed back as he delved as deep as he could go.

Bracing one hand atop his hat, you expected him to knock you away, but he was far too distracted to even notice. His tongue had found your clit, and he teased it before latching on and sucking.

The noise that left you was sharp and overwhelmed, as if you were in pain, but it was one of the most pleasurable things you’d ever felt, maybe even better than his fingers.

And then he pushed up your legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he slipped two fingers inside you, and that was the most pleasurable thing you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but you ended up flat on your back across the crate, constant moans and cries spilling out of you as you arched your back and pushed your hips against his face.

Bane didn’t stop for air, he didn’t need to with the tubes supplying oxygen to his cheek slits, and the pressure built at a rapid, exponential curve. One hand was still on his hat, gripping him for an anchor at times, pushing him harder against your cunt at others, and not once did he protest or offer commentary.

In fact, he was strangely quiet, as if so intently focused on what he was doing that he couldn’t think of anything else.

Maybe it was the silence, or his single-minded intensity, but you reached out with your senses, curious. Immediately, you ran into the barrier of his mental shield, just as strong as you remembered, but the cracks were new. Microfissures, so thin they were easy to miss, but through them blazed the heat of his desire.

This wasn’t for his amusement, or his entertainment. It wasn’t even entirely lust. Bane wanted, and the depth of it was too much to absorb with only a glimpse.

But it was enough to knock you over the edge, and you cried out until your voice broke, your body throbbing and writhing in ecstasy.

Bane licked you, slow and lazy, pulling more shudders from you until you whined from overstimulation. He removed your legs from around his shoulders and set them back on the ground, and you were sorry that you hadn’t caught your breath before he stood up. You’d like that image of him on his knees.

He adjusted his hat, and when you sat up, he gave a small, satisfied smirk. You could almost feel the quip he was about to make, but then you were eye level with his trousers, and the sizable bulge there.

Without a thought, you reached for his belt buckle, even managed to pull the belt back to unnotch it.

And then he gripped your wrists, forcing you to stop. You frowned up at him.

“I was just—”

“No.”

You stared at him, and he said in a quieter tone, “It ain’t like that.”

You couldn’t begin to interpret that statement, but he released your wrists and pushed his belt back through the loop. And then he took you by the arm, gentler this time, and led you to the refresher. He let you go without a word, and you entered the tiny room, looking back at him until he shut the door himself.

When you finished cleaning yourself of the messy mixture of saliva and cum, you opened the door to find Bane gone. In his place stood Todo, carrying your trousers and the rest of your underwear.

“Mister Bane wanted to make sure you got these,” the droid said, unsurprised by your nakedness. Or maybe droids just didn’t care. “And once you are dressed, he asked I return you to the brig.”

You dressed quickly, if only to make the little droid’s life easier, and then you followed him back to your cell. You could easily overpower the droid—a child could overpower the droid—but you did as he asked and waited obediently for him to activate the ray shield.

After he did so, Todo hesitated, his hands wringing.

“Yes, Todo?”

He perked at the sound of his name and rallied his courage.

“Mister Bane would like me to ask if you need anything.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line.

“You can tell Mister Bane that if he wishes to inquire about my welfare, he can do so in person.”

“Oh, that’s—yes, I will tell him.”

You couldn’t tell if the droid was relieved or stressed, the poor thing was awfully anxious for not being organic. And then he disappeared up the ladder and into the cockpit where Bane had sequestered himself.

You sat on your crate and leaned against the wall, the crown of your head braced against its surface.

It had been days since you left Rothana. Even if Bane was taking the long route, you would arrive within the Core Worlds soon. You closed your eyes, and something new bubbled to the surface. A regret that had nothing to do with the ingrained desire to survive.

You wished you had more time.

Next Chapter

[thornybubbles]

Playing Minecraft with the Stardust Crusaders

**Note: Originally I was going to have this be a story with just Kakyoin, but I decided to add the rest of the Stardust Crusaders. Also I decided to just do headcanons instead of writing a full story. I’ve been writing a lot of dark yandere stuff and I just wanted a break. So here’s something wholesome. PS. Polnareff’s part was my favorite to write. XD **

Joseph

He may be an old man, but he’s not completely out of touch when it comes to the concept of video games. It takes him a little bit to learn how to play, but once he gets the hang of it, there’s no stopping him. Joseph’s building skills are pretty basic. He’s more interested in the survival and exploration elements of Minecraft. Once he gets his house built, he does a little mining to get a full set of iron armor, weapons, and tools and then he’s off to explore. He’s almost never seen around the main base and spends most of his time many, many blocks away, discovering cool things. He will often ask questions about things he’s unfamiliar with and you explain it to him. Sometimes he hardly speaks at all because he’s too enamored with all the stuff he’s discovering. 

Then there was the “Creeper Incident”. Joseph made the mistake of doing some exploring at night instead of going to sleep like a good little Minecrafter. 

“Hey, what’s this freaky green thing?” he asked you. 

“Freaky green thing? What kind of freaky green thing?” you said, wanting some specifics. 

“It looks like a depressed cactus,” he explained. 

Uh oh.

“Oh! That’s a cr---!” 

There was a distant explosion followed by Joseph screaming, “Oh my God! Son of a bitch!!!” 

After that, something changed in Joseph’s play style. He went from explorer to monster hunter. Angry at having been blown up and losing all his stuff, he goes on a vendetta to destroy all creepers. And why stop there? Zombies, spiders,skeletons or any other creature of the night that crosses his path were quickly dealt with. He goes deep into learning brewing, armor and weapon enchanting, and anything else he can think of to give him an edge against the hostile mobs. With Avdol’s help he builds a battle tower and protective wall around the base. He has very big dreams about taking out the Ender Dragon. 

Joseph is a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to Minecraft. He may not be the best builder but he has a lot of creative ideas that help all of you with whatever projects you might be working on, especially when it comes to base defense and monster fighting.

Jotaro

He only ever plays when either you or one of the other Crusaders asks him to. When he first spawned in he wasn’t too impressed. He had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to do. At first, he doesn’t bother building a house or anything and just bums around his grandpa’s house. He makes a snide comment about how Joseph’s house is just a big, wooden block with one window and a door. Joseph grumbles something about how his house didn’t need to be pretty, just practical. Joseph ends up being the one to teach Jotaro how to play, while you occasionally interject to mention something Joseph may have forgotten about. Jotaro just responds with non-committal grunts and wanders around the base, checking things out. 

Eventually, he goes off on his own to explore and find somewhere nearby to build a house. He hasn’t collected any resources, has no tools, or crafted a weapon of any kind when he starts exploring. You try to warn him that he should at least get a wooden sword to defend himself with, but he ignores you. It isn’t until night comes and he is nearly killed by zombies that he finally decides to get some wood and stone and make some basic tools. He still hasn’t found a decent place to build yet, though.  

After he’s wandered around for about 4 in-game days, he comes across a village. Jotaro watches the villagers run around, doing their thing, and is bemused at their silly appearance and sounds. But when nighttime comes and zombies start attacking them, Jotaro feels he’s found his purpose in the game. Somebody has to protect these dumb looking guys and it may as well be him. He teams up with Avdol and Joseph (who is a little miffed that someone found a village before he did) to form a “Village Security Team”. While Avdol fixes the village up by patching holes in walkways, correcting poorly spawned buildings, and starting work on building a monster proof wall around the village, Jotaro and Joseph stay up at night to fight off the monsters. 

Eventually, Jotaro builds a massive fortress near the village and Avdol attaches the wall to it. This fortress serves as Jotaro’s home and the village becomes the secondary base for you guys. Joseph jokingly calls him “King JoJo” and “Your Highness” which usually has Jotaro grumbling under his breath. He spends most of his days decorating or improving either the fortress or the village itself. When he’s not doing that, he’s usually tagging along on one of his Grandfather’s adventures. 

Kakyoin

The redstone wizard of the group. Noriaki’s beaten the game a few times already, but only recently started messing around with redstone contraptions. He set up an automated farm that both harvests and replants crops as well as a huge mineshaft with minecarts set up so that they returned to the surface to be unloaded whenever players filled them up with resources.

As innovative as he is, though, he often uses his redstone skills to be an absolute troll. And usually, his victim is you. That’s not to say that he hasn’t pranked any of the others yet, it’s just that you’re his favorite target. It’s kinda your fault though. It started back when you first started playing Minecraft together and you might have, possibly, sorta, kinda, completely un-accidentally pilfered a diamond or two from one of his chests. He knew you were the culprit because there wasn’t anyone else in the game at the time but the two of you. He didn’t call you out on it, though, assuming that you would replace the diamonds as soon as you got a chance. You never did. While you actually did have every intention of returning the diamonds to him, you just forgot about it. It didn’t help that you later developed a habit of helping yourself to whatever you found in his chests instead of going out and getting the resources for yourself. Hey, it was easier and it saved time!

Nori never said a word about it, instead opting to quietly plan his revenge. One day you went down into his storage basement to grab some cobblestone from one of his chests. You were only going to grab a stack or two and make a mental note (for the hundredth time) to replace whatever you took, but knowing that you’d probably forget. When you opened the chest, though, you didn’t find any cobblestone. Instead you found yourself staring into the sullen face of a creeper, its warning hiss in your ears. You let out a shriek of terror and braced yourself for the inevitable explosion, but it never came. You examined the “creeper” again only to see that it was nothing more than an armor stand wearing a creeper head and green dyed leather armor. It was inside of a minecart that was cleverly hidden behind the chest. You just stared at it as your brain slowly came to the conclusion that you’d just been pranked. 

“Ah, I see you found my theft deterrent.” Noriaki said, amusement clear in his voice. “It’s a nifty little project I found online called the ‘creeper in a box’ prank.” 

You can’t even say anything. He got you good and you know it. You made it a point to stay out of his storage basement from then on. 

It doesn’t stop there though. That one little incident unleashed Noriaki’s inner troll and you’re the one who gets to suffer for it. From filling your house with dirt blocks to slowly rearranging your decorations over time to see how long it would take for you to notice, Noriaki just seems to love messing with you. You have to admit that while his pranks are annoying, they are pretty funny and too clever for you to really get mad at. Your “favorite” was when he hid a bunch of note blocks under your house and arranged them to play a certain song when you opened the front door. 

“Nori, why is my house Rick Rolling me?” you demand of him, annoyed but admittedly amused. 

“Why are you asking me?” he says, playing dumb. 

He knows what he did. 

You eventually do give him his diamonds back in hopes that will appease him. It does… for a little while at least. 

Avdol

The master builder. Before being invited to play Minecraft with you guys, he’d never really played a video game before. But there was something about the building mechanics of the game that awakened something within him, possibly nostalgia for those calm times with building blocks when he was a little kid. Whatever the case, Avdol takes to building like a pro and all without any YouTube tutorials, too. You want a medieval style bakery? You got one. Want a modern bungalow? He’ll do it. Giant fire breathing demon chicken to put in the middle of the base? You can envision the weird looks he wants to give you, but he’ll make one of those, no problem. His best projects are the ones he does on his own, though, with no guidance and with minimal suggestions. 

Due to his building skills, he finds himself constantly busy within the game as someone always has some kind of building project they want help with. He even offered to improve Joseph’s plain block house. The old man told him to do whatever he pleased and then went off to go treasure hunting with Jotaro and Kakyoin. When Joseph came back he found his simple home had been converted into a deceptively cute cabin. While Joseph was impressed enough with how cozy it looked, Avdol revealed that the cabin had a secret, a well hidden secret chamber that appealed to Joseph's inner superhero fanboy. He had his very own secret lair now (yeah, it’s not really a secret if everybody on the server knows about it, but let the old man dream)!

Over time, Avdol has added things here and there to the base to keep things from looking so plain. He’s added a decorated pond for fishing and just a place to hang out. There’s also a meeting area for when the whole gang gets together right before going on an adventure (brings back bittersweet memories. At least this time there’s no danger of anyone actually dying.). 

And yes, he even added that giant fire breathing demon chicken statue you wanted so badly. Your odd tastes aside, Avdol managed to make the abomination of a statue look rather cool and stylized. Kakyoin wants it to be the mascot for your group. It ends up being put on any and all banners for the base, much to Avdol’s chagrin. 

Every time he gets online with you guys he is either working on a project or starting another one. He never seems to run out of things to do. Surprisingly, his own home is rather quaint. Just a regular old farm house, but it’s very pretty. And yes, he has a chicken farm. 

Polnareff

Chaos incarnate. This man got into the game and immediately started doing everything WRONG! Digging straight down, forgetting to sleep at least once to ward off phantoms, forgetting to crouch when standing at the edge of great heights, you name it he’s messed it up. So basically just Polnareff being Polnareff. He always manages to find danger or danger finds him. Every monster in the area seems to target him specifically. On one mining trip you actually watched around five zombies shamble right past you and head straight for a very startled Polnareff. They completely ignored you! He’s died so many times that you actually put in the “keep inventory” cheat so that at the very least he stops losing all of his hard earned resources. 

Speaking of resources, when it comes to mining it’s the one thing that Jean Pierre is really, really lucky at. To the point that it makes everyone else jealous. He was the first to find diamonds and emeralds and the first to manage to get full stacks of both. You never even thought it possible to find 64 emeralds naturally, but Polnareff managed to pull it off. Joseph is quick to accuse him of cheating which results in a very childish argument between the two until you step in and explain that you were with Polnareff the whole time and he just finds diamonds and emeralds by chance. Joseph apologizes but grumbles when Polnareff laughs. Ever since then, whenever he comes across diamonds, or anything even remotely interesting, he is very obnoxious about it. 

“HEY GUYS!!! GUESS WHO FOUND EVEN MORE DIAMONDS?!!” he’ll shout in an annoying sing-song voice.

This usually results in annoyed huffs from Avdol and Kakyoin, disgruntled “Good griefs” from Jotaro, not-so-humble requests for him to stop bragging like an asshole from Joseph, and a threat or two from you that if he didn’t stop rubbing your faces in it, you would shove him into the nearest lava pit. This always earns a mischievous giggle or two from him. He’s so full of himself about it. He does make up for it though, when he crafts full sets of diamond armor for you all. For all his arrogant bragging, he’s really rather generous with his finds. If any of you need diamonds or emeralds he’s the first to offer up his stash. After all, he has so many, why shouldn’t he share? ~ ❤

Whenever he goes mining, you usually tag along. You say that it’s so you can help him carry his loot, but actually it’s because you’re his self appointed babysitter. Just like in real life, it just isn’t a good idea for him to run off by himself. You never say that out loud though because you know how sensitive he is about being danger-prone. Besides he likes having you along and the two of you end up as mining buddies almost every time you play. Sometimes Kakyoin joins you as he’s always in need of redstone and other materials for his contraptions (it’s important to note that Polnareff is Kakyoin’s second favorite trolling victim and it always makes you nervous whenever he tags along because you never know if he’s up to something or just genuinely wants to collect resources.). 

Whenever you and Polnareff go off on your own to do anything, the rest of the Crusaders server prepares their poor ears for the inevitable screaming and swearing that will follow. Something happens to you whenever you pair up with Polnareff. Your brain power seems to get cut in half and the two of you end up becoming an unintentional comedy duo that has everyone else either laughing or, in Jotaro’s case, muting you for being “too damn loud”. 

There was one time that Polnereff was digging a strip mine that ended up leading right into the Deep Dark and the Warden’s territory. You can probably guess what happened. Before you could warn him, Polnareff’s antics end up summoning the Warden and the monster kills you both before either of you have a chance to panic. This results in Polnareff seeking revenge (or trying to) and going all the way back to the Deep Dark to fight the Warden again (and dragging you along each time), and (both of you) dying again. This happens about three more times before he actually manages to defeat the Warden only to find out that he doesn’t get any kind of reward for it (other than bragging rights, which believe me, he takes advantage of). 

On a minor note, Polnareff’s inventory is always extremely unorganized. Whether referring to his personal inventory or his storage chests his inventory is in shambles. There’s no rhyme or reason for where he places things in his hotbar and sometimes he’ll end up hitting monsters with a stick or block of glass rather than his sword. He also has a bad habit of using the wrong tool for certain jobs, such as using his pickaxe on dirt instead of his shovel and it drives more organized players like Kakyoin and Avdol insane. 

BONUS:

Iggy

(We’re assuming that the little gremlin lives with you) While he can’t exactly play video games for obvious reasons, he does kinda like watching you play, but that’s only if he’s not trying to take a nap (you’re kinda noisy). Most of the time he just plops down in his comfy spot and watches you struggle to survive in what he mentally calls the “stupid human block game”. He is really amused whenever you and Polnareff team up because watching you two together is comedy gold. Sometimes, when you’re playing alone, he’ll wait for you to be exploring a dark, creepy cave and suddenly bark very loudly for no reason, causing you to very nearly jump out of your skin. 

Iggy: “BARK!”

You scream, swear, and jump back so hard that your headset falls off. Your mouse has been practically thrown across the room. You turn around and glare at the little brat. 

“IGGY!” you shout accusingly. 

The cheeky little doggo runs out of the room making sounds that can be interpreted as the canine equivalent of snickering.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Post-canon Kylux with sex worker Hux and his bodyguard Kylo, it came out quite sweet i would say, enjoy!

"I…ah, I actually find it a bit easier that way. Doing it for money, not for a career…"

"You… What did you just say? "

"You've heard"

" You… Done it for a career?"

"A few times."

" It never occurred to you that sucking my dick would help your career?"Hux laughed.

"Would you make me a Grand Marshall? Do not answer that. I only slept with people that I could kill later. Do you have a place to stay, Ren?" He leaned on a door frame. Kylo cleared his throat and shook his head. Hux rolled his eyes. "Of course. Come in then. Just do not destroy anything."

"Will you… "

"I highly advise you not to end that sentence. Unless you have two thousand credits lying around." Kylo frowned

" You are bluffing. I don't believe they are paying that much for a…" He froze, looking around the apartment. It was… Nice was an understatement.

"What were you saying?" Hux hummed.

"Never mind. Is that a rifle? "

"Sometimes it's handy. Not everyone understands simple words. They need a weapon pointed at them to take me seriously." Ren was looking at the gun.

"Do you need a bodyguard?" Kylo glanced at him. Hux raised his eyebrow.

"I don't know. Do you have any… references?" Kylo snorted and pulled out his sword, turning it on. "See… The problem is that if you cut my clients in half they are no use."

"I will behave."

"I don't have money to pay you." Said Hux fixing his silky robe. Kylo snorted. Like hell, he thought to himself.

" I just need a place to stay. You do have more than one room." Hux lit a cigarette—an expensive kind of one. Kylo observed. "And I believe some of your clients deserve to be cut in half. Right?" Hux smiled, amused.

"You can stay for a week, then we will see"

Kylo stayed for much longer. And quickly became very handy in some situations. And quickly became obsessed with watching Hux get dressed up. He became obsessed with Hux's eyes. With his hair, his smile, and his voice. And when Hux was talking, Kylo was even madder. Mad with want, mad with jealousy, mad with need.

And when his third client was found dead, Hux had his suspicions, when it was his fifth, he knew. He packed his things, transferred credits, took his rifle, and left sleeping Kylo in the apartment. In the morning, the knight found only a dog tag on the cabinet and a note.

"Flat is yours. Stay away."

He did stay away for a while. He transferred his credits, bought clothes, and introduced himself as Prince Amidala. It was just a matter of time. He knew that this was a game, in which Hux was not a prey. He was a hunter. So the knight became a good prize. Big money, bad reputation. After a few weeks, he invited Hux to his hotel room on Canto Bait.

"So you do have two thousand credits after all…"

"So it seems"

"Prince Amidala" Hux snorted, "You were never subtle"

"You knew?"

"Of course. I am not an idiot. I told you to stay away."

"I can't. Hux… I can give you whatever you want."

"You can't. Things I wanted are long gone." Kylo sighed, "But… The deal we had was good. Until you started killing my clients." Kylo pressed his lips together.

"You don't actually need money. And if you do, I can give it to you."

Hux considered him with an amused smile.

"This is a generous offer, my Prince. The one I have to decline. I have no intentions of becoming a slave or someone's property, contrary to popular belief, I can't be bought."

"You fuck for credits, Hux" Ren hissed. " If this is not the definition of…"

"I have plenty of money, as you observed. I have a place to stay. I have a ship and connections. You are only mad because you can't possess me in a way that some people around here can. It makes you look like a fool, Kylo Ren. If you think that I care about or want any of them, you are mistaken. But it is indeed a profitable way of gaining not only credits but informations too." Hux sat down on the couch and stretched his legs. "I don't need your money; I don't need your protection; I don't need your dick. If that's everything you have to offer, I will have to decline." Ren was staring at him in silence.

"What do you care about, then?" He asked. Hux smiled.

"I enjoyed your company until you sliced Senator Raro in half. He was an important man, after all. And people saw me with you. It was only a matter of time until local authorities would connect the dots. And then they would run me through databases, and you know what would happen then, Ren? One lovely morning, I would be dragged out of bed by Renovated Republic Special Forces, cuffed, and put on trial for everything I did to them. What a bodyguard you are." Hux sighed. Kylo didn't think about it before, but now it made sense. Suddenly, he felt incredibly stupid.

"I… "

"Didn't think about it? I know. You never think. The second you are engaged with something, you see only yourself and your sword. Do not deny. You did not kill these people to protect me, you did it out of jealousy." Kylo closed his mouth. It was true. Hux sighed, massaging his temples. He stood up and went to the bedroom door. Kylo caught his wrist, stopping him. "What? Is that not a reason for your invite, Prince Amidala?" His smile was soft, and there was amusement in his eyes, but Ren saw mockery behind that carefully crafted mask.

"I know what will happen. You will give me what I want, I will fall asleep, and you will leave me. And this time, I won't be able to find you that easily." Softness disappeared from Hux's face and was replaced with an almost neutral look. Something between boredom and indifference.

"You did learn something after all." Hux glared at his wrist in Kylo's hand, and Ren let him go quickly. Hux looked at him for a while. "Can we… Lay down?" Ren blinked but nodded slowly. He followed Hux to the bedroom. Hux took off most of his clothes, leaving a black undershirt and underwear. Kylo smiled, amused, he didn't know he would see regulation FO sleepwear ever again. But here it was, on Hux who was now lying in his bed. Kylo followed his example and soon laid down next to him. He felt Hux's head on his shoulder. He expected… A few things, but Hux just fell asleep. Kylo went still and held his breath for a few seconds, and then laid there in silence until he drifted away. He woke up, panicked that Hux wouldn't be next to him anymore. But Hux was there. Awake, he was looking at the ceiling, and he glanced at Kylo.

"What about me…?" Kylo asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't need my money, protection, or dick, however, I would like to say that you would like the last one." Hux rolled his eyes," but I can offer you myself. With money, protection, and dick, or without it. This is yours to decide." Hux smiled

"You got yourself a deal." He laid on Kylo's chest and said, "I hope you do have a better self-restraint than in the past. You will need it, to keep that monstrosity in your pants. Because I am not interested in that kind of relationship with you." Hux quirked his head, observing him. Ren furrowed his brow, looking at him with a mix of confusion and reserve. He was silent for a long moment. And then he seemed to relax.

"Alright." He said simply. Hux watched him for a moment and then placed his head on Kylo's chest, closing his eyes.

"Hux…?"

"Hm?"

"May I… may I kiss you, though?" Hux smiled, amused, and looked at him again.

"Yes." The kiss was slow and too tender for Hux's taste. But at the same time, there was something so honest and raw about it that he couldn't stop. He let Kylo pull him closer and moved back only after a long moment. " Seems like you need a cold shower, prince Amidala." He shot at Ren a mean grin. Kylo mumbled something back and hit him with a pillow, getting up. Hux smiled, holding a pillow, looking at how Ren disappeared behind a bathroom door.

He was dressed in a minute. And the next moment, he was at the door. And he hesitated. He placed his hand flat on the door, breathing slowly. Since Order was destroyed, his life has been a constant run. He was moving from place to place, changing names and faking documents. And here he had an opportunity. Opportunity to stay, to feel safe, and to rest. He looked back at the bedroom door and then leaned against the wall. He didn't know how much time he stood like that.

Certainly, more than enough for someone to take a shower. More than enough for someone to dress up and leave. And yet Ren wasn't done, and Hux was still here. Kylo went out of the bathroom and looked at him, almost surprised by his presence.

"Hux…?"

"You gave me time to leave." Hux realized. Kylo smiled.

"And you stayed." Hux looked lost for a moment, confused. This simple statement was so wrong, so against his nature, that it was almost unreal. And yet he stayed.

"I…" He breathed out. Kylo offered him his hand.

"Come back to bed? It's still late." He said with hope, "I get all the rules. You call the shots here. If you want to leave in the morning, you will. But come now." Hux accepted his hand slowly and let him lead himself to the bedroom again.

He knew that in the morning he would dress up again, and again he would approach the door with the same uncertain hesitation.

But this time, he will surely leave. There was no other possibility.

And then, when he was lying awake in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling, he realized the terrible truth.

He didn't want to leave.

[ohanny]

stabby murder husbands kentakim au!

does this make much sense? no. is it going to be long? yes. am i sometimes very happy about what my mentally ill lil brain cooks up while i sleep? very much so.

tony chen is a rotten super villain in every universe but in this one kenta was his assassin until he finally had enough, turned on his master during the bloodiest night known in these circles, john wick style, and then disappeared off the face of the earth. was tony running the high table? how deep does the lore go? who knows. i was asleep. my brain did not have the capacity to figure it all out.

flash forward some years. kenta is living a normal life. he has a boring office job. he’s reconnected with babe, his estranged brother who ran away from home at the first sight of sketchy activities and was spared from all of tony’s bullshit. unfortunately for kenta, babe - happily married and pregnant - is channelling all his extra hormones and boredom into a mission to socialize his hermit crab of an older brother.

which is how kenta ends up eating dinner in babe and charlie’s warehouse loft of doom, sitting opposite of kim - a regular customer at the couple’s garage and a casual friend. it’s an awkward affair because a) kim can't stop staring b) babe keeps shooting these looks at kenta all “see, i brought you a hot ginger, do something with it” and c) kenta would much rather be at home. unsurprisingly, when kim offers him a ride home at the end of the evening, kenta says no.

this turns out to be a bad call because on his way home, kenta gets jumped. it happens sometimes - after all, he was tony’s weapon for over a decade and made a lot of enemies, no one can escape their past without occasionally being haunted by it. except this time when he limps out of the alleyway, clutching a minor stab wound on his side, there is a car idling by the pavement.

it's kim, rolling down the window and telling kenta to get his ass in. against his better judgment kenta does.

kim speeds off the scene of the crime with the kind of ease and confidence kenta has only ever seen from babe. it quickly becomes apparent that he knows way more about kenta than he should because he starts asking about cameras and when kenta just stares blankly - bleeding all over the nice upholstery - kim laughs and says “don’t worry, even if you got a bit rusty and missed one, i know a guy. or two. since they live with me you'll meet them soon anyway.”

and fuck, kenta should have just trusted his instincts instead of chalking kim making him nervous up to having someone so pretty pay any level of attention to him. he finally finds his voice (and lowkey also his knife) and demands to know who the hell kim is or if he's even called that. “oh i am,” kim answers gleefully, “and you could say i’m a… freelancer.” which, great. just amazing. kenta is being kidnapped by some amateur bounty hunter and his day officially couldn't get any worse.

… but it does. because once they reach their destination, the second he's ushered into an apartment he's greeted by an obnoxiously loud scream of “holy shit, he actually did it!” followed by a slightly less obnoxiously loud “our kimmy here is a big fan!” and then “oh fuck he’s bleeding all over the place, get the med kit dumbass!” and kenta realizes he wasn't kidnapped by some amateur bounty hunter. he was kidnapped by a fucking fan boy. on the bright side they do seem to be capable of basic wound care so there's that.

(yes, the trio is living their best mercenary vigilante life. kenta’s purge of tony happened right as kim was getting into the game and he went full “holy fucking shit, this man took down tony fucking chen and got away with it?” and basically became obsessed with the legendary lore of john wick kenta. so imagine how pumped he was when babe of all people introduced him to his ultimate murder crush goals)

kim: obviously you'll need to stay the night since you're so injured. You can have my room. i’ll just sleep with north and sonic.

kenta: …

sonic: you have a problem with three men sleeping together?

kenta: … no?

north: great! but if you hypothetically did you could ask kim to share with you instead because trust me, he's like super interes -

kim: shut up or i’ll evict you.

north: pls, whose day job is paying the bills here since you only take on charity cases?

kim: my name is on the lease! and i'm being a good person!

sonic: honey, you kill people.

this is where i got with my dream sequence but other things that just make sense in this verse:

the first person kim ever killed was winner. he was a toxic college hook up who kim dumped after few gos but who wouldn't take no for an answer. kim could have dealt with him being a dick on campus but then he started harassing kim’s dorm mates, north and sonic and kim just… snapped.

it all came to head on an alley behind a trashy gay bar. winner tried to grab sonic and kim honestly just meant to beat the shit out of him but went too far. when they read the news the next day it's weird. none of them regret it. they’re happy about it. and when no one knocks on their door to ask any questions, they realize how easy it actually is to get rid of a bad person.

the second person kim kills is a campus dirtbag who likes slipping shit into girls’ drinks and taking them home. they plan it all together but kim goes out alone and after… he's a mess. winner was a crime of passion in the heat of the moment but this is something different. he's all keyed up. he can't settle down and paces around their living room. a man is dead and he thinks he got off clean but only time will tell. he's nervous and elated and half-hard and full of adrenaline and it's sonic who nudges north and goes “look at the poor thing, we should take care of him.”

the night ends with kim’s head on sonic’s lap, sonic’s fingers in his hair, telling him he did well and he's so good when he cries as he's getting fucked into the mattress by north. kim wakes up sandwiched between them, in a mess of limbs. he has a very brief freak out about what the happened - the sex, not the murder - but north shushes him, telling him it’s not a big deal. “we love you, hyungie” sonic shrugs and pecks his cheek. “you two get some more rest and i’ll bring breakfast, okay?” and that's that.

needless to say kenta is in for a culture shock with the northsonickim arrangement. like he's taking a shower with kim and things are getting good when sonic barges into the bathroom, yanks the shower curtain back and goes on a rant of “kim, you gotta tell north to do the laundry because it was his turn but he forgot and now my favorite pants still have cum stains on them!” and kenta is like “um, excuse us?” but kim just rolls his eyes and proceeds to yell for north and then has an entire damn conversation with his dick out while kenta just stands there all 🧍‍♂️. (after he's done chewing north out for the laundry, he turns to sonic like “and you! we talked about this! kenta is new, we don't want to spook him!”)

the whole murder thing will be another conflict. kenta is happily retired. he killed because that's what he was raised to do and he didn't have any other options until he did. kim though? kim kills because he wants to. kim kills because he believes certain people deserve to die.

kim: i have a date with a wife beater at 2am. wanna come?

kenta: stop calling them dates. and you shouldn't be so… flippant about it.

kim, smirking while pulling on his leather gloves: don't tell me you never enjoyed it.

while kenta’s kills were always obvious hits, done using knives and guns, kim likes to deliver justice personally. he warms up using his hands and finishes the job with whatever blunt object he can pick up.

one time kenta’s boring office job takes him out of town for business and kim is climbing the walls. he calls kenta all “please quit and just become a hit man again, the pay is better and you'd be home when i need you” and kenta sighs because yes, his job is boring but he's trying his best to be normal and he has a morning meeting. so he tells kim to go occupy himself with north and sonic

kim: wait.. What?

kenta: don't you guys have sex with each other all the time?

kim: we did, BEFORE i met you

kenta: … huh. well. go fuck or get fucked or whatever before you start hunting pedestrians for stress relief.

kim: is this a trap?

kenta: no? i would never mess with whatever the three of you have.

Kim barging into north and sonic’s room, growling at them to take their clothes off and sonic’s first reaction is “oh shit, they broke up” but then kim’s like “dick first, rings second, i’m going to wife that man so hard he won't know what hit him” and everyone cheers and no one feels bad about having a pre-engagement celebration threesome not involving one of the grooms.

also, pete? did he step up after tony’s death? does he run a business like the continental? is way his weird attic wife that fucked himself over in the business and now can't step a foot outside the hotel without getting his brains blown out the less fun way? in any case he would have an eye on both kenta (because their whole… brotherhood) and kim (because kim is a wild card and truly independent and neither follows nor knows the code).

[star-farer]

AU: A Protostar In Plastoid

In the year 24 BBY, the cadets of Experimental Unit 99 discover a defective tubie in Nala Se's private medical facility. Unexpectedly, an unshakeable bond is forged that only strengthens in absence

Lore:

I've extended the timeline, so the first clones are created nearly 15 years before the First Battle of Geonosis, i.e. clone creation begins in the year 37 BBY instead of the usual 32 BBY.

The Clone Wars break out per usual: in the year 22 BBY, ending in the year 19 BBY, etc.

Omega has accelerated aging like any normal clone.

Experimental Unit 99 are a proper pod of brothers, decanted in the year 34 BBY.

Echo is more of a Ba'vodu here.

Art

coming home — Hunter and Omega

Miscellaneous Art — Wrecker, Omega, Gonky, Hunter and Tech

Baby Omega Studies — Omega <3

The Tech Finger (tm) — Omega once again!

Omega Doodles — Another Omega for your soul

Look What I Drew On The Wall Do U Like It — Yet another Omega!

Web Weaving

You Are My Country

Carry

Other

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more incorrect quotes

on bedtime and bathtime

on biting

on shaak ti, om'ika and memories

on meg'ika

on names spoken first

on being held

on cleanliness

Writing

lost stars — Pabu has fallen, its beaming star lost.

sunshine — A moment spent in joy.

litany of time — In which a clone-child reacquaints with the mundane of science and loss.

cover me with a red sky tonight — When the asset of Tantiss Base returns home.

bellfruit — Beware the glimmering eyes of bronze.

big words and little fishes — A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Clone Force 99 spends an evening out with their toddler.

heart first — Ninety-nine times out of ten.

make it right — One night on cold Kamino, long before Order 66, Hunter discovers agony incarnate.

the vanishing clone — Young Clone Force 99 have a moment with their ad'ika on the way back to Kamino.

grief unspeakable — A curious exchange between Echo and Crosshair, set before Order 66.

fill the skies — A quiet early morning passes on Tipoca City.

fateague — Sick little clones must rest.

bruises and bickering — Children will always find ways of getting into trouble.

to capture your doom — Loveless worlds hold no power over a child of hope.

multifaceted — Tired minds and unwise choices.

Secret (Sister) Weapon — Featuring a young Omega at age 4-ish and her group of brotherdads, a gigantic piece of fluff.

midst the storms — Wounds, old and new. Take heart, weary soul.

soft falls the victory — When at last you are smiled upon kindly.

as I lay me down to sleep — Rain and warmth.

painters and strategists — A warning against wily children.

to mend the rift — What is guilt in the face of love?

Waking and Sleeping — Omega’s nights are lonely on Kamino, and she doesn’t quite know why until she reunites with the Batch.

the quiet in between — Even amidst a galaxy of war, the grass still grows.

change — To be cradled by a bed, or to be cradled by love

from green to gold, bliss to woe — Hope is the thing with feathers; despair whets her jagged arrows sharp.

white lies and dear laughter — Naive little clones will ever be teased by fond fathers.

Playing Pretend — Omega likes playing pretend, but one day her games aren't so pretend anymore.

Placebo Effect — While raising Omega, the Bad Batch discovers the critical childcare technique of "kissing it better".

Little Girl, What Goes On In Your Head: Part 1, Part 2 — When Omega is taken from the Batch by Cad Bane, her fears born from the past resurface as she faces separation from her family, but she comes to find the Batch isn't going to let that happen. Not again.

A Fundamental Part of Life — An infant Omega does not initially recognize Tech without his goggles, and he takes the opportunity to teach her a little bit about change.

Passing These Quiet Hours — The Batch find ways to pass long transits with a child in tow!

I'll Do Better — Crosshair is the last to warm up to the tiny infant girl rescued from Nala Se's laboratory, but even he could not help but love her.

[kittenmittenmeowchu]

It's Fitting For A Coward.

Kafka x reader

Ferocious were what described her. Cruel at her tactics and fearless in her techniques. Despite the crude acts, she remained to be somewhat graceful.

Naturally, witnessing a revolutionary assembly of such would have you jaw dropped and wide-eyed. Watching her stretch her gun and shoot the on-coming guards like pests. The twirly movement of her form was innocent compared to the bloody floor she danced on... it's truly a sight to watch.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

But I'm sure that's not what a dead woman like you should be worrying about. The eyes you're admiring are the last you'll see. Being just another extra, meant to die for no effect in the world. On the bright side dying here is better than alone, at least you'll be recorded as one of the numbers in the news. "The Stellaron Hunters Strikes Again, Killing 1,001 People From The IPC"

You're the last one left. You've watched the bloodbath happen without a shot fired. So just drop your gun, It's no use in protecting yourself, coward. It's only your weak sense and her menacing presence left.

Thud.

You drop to your knees following the gun. The silence lingered, causing the clacking heels to ripple throughout the room. It stirred the wave of fears, and the tension grew colder even with the hot pools of red.

Catching her attention was easy, she wouldn't leave a witness, would she? Her steps grew close and the gun clicked. She wouldn't.

You close your eyes as the warm touch of the barrel nudged your head. It was at that moment, that your heart thumped louder than ever, your body trembled more than when you faced winter.

Then it paused. Everything stopped. A high-note ring made distinct of it all, but you felt yourself hit the ground.

Your consciousness slipped off, only to rock back from the loud chattering. Your fingers twitch. It feels so soft laying here. I could just sleep easily if it weren't for the nois- Wait a minute...

It came out incoherent at first, but then you register a girl's voice. "...hy in the hell would you bring someone part of that syndicate! A mindless criminal and in fact has low skill in combat- she doesn't look useful" She sounded bothered and annoyed.

A man's voice resounds. "It's not part of the script" He just seemed like he didn't care. Monotonous were what you'd call a voice like his.

"Calm down... I'm not breaking any script here. He never mentioned anything against this." The Woman argued.

"... hmph. just make sure to keep her out of trouble."

Are they talking about me?

"..."

The room has grown quiet. Have they noticed?

"We know you're awake dear." The woman spoke aloud, making you blush in embarrassment.

Yep, they have.

Your eyes flew open, awkwardly sitting yourself.

well... this is quite the predicament. The infamous Stellaron Hunters are in front of you... Blade, Silver Wolf, and... The woman you thought was your death, Kafka.

Your eyes roam somewhere else, looking around the place to avoid their eyes. You notice the space was big but filled with metallics, weapons, gaming consoles, and a window behind the couch you're sitting on. Hold up, the window looks like the sky at night...

filled with...

...stars?

"Space. I am in space..." You mutter to yourself in disbelief.

No that doesn't matter. What truly matters is that you were supposed to die right then and there.

Why, am I here. Why am I alive? I could have sworn she shot me. But I don't remember feeling pain?

The whirlpool of questions has you grabbing your hair tight.

It hurts... So I really am alive.

Your hands loosen as your expression darkens at the sight of her grinning.

"Why... why did you keep me alive."

The silver-haired in the background didn't seem interested and rolled her eyes, she left the room walking out without a word. Shortly after, the tall man followed.

It's only you and her now, just like before.

She stood up from her seat and approached the couch you sat on. Her hand brings weight to the couch, leaning forward so casually, she steals your breath.

And it's brought you to fumble, too shocked to react. But her soft lips lingered for a moment, her eyes were kept open, as if observing you before She pulled away, seemingly with a satisfied grin.

"Perfect, from the looks of it, you won't be complaining if I do more."

It worked, unfortunately. You stared at her, dazed and confused.

Huh?

"Huh!?!?!?!?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

It was just another mission for her, it didn't mean anything when she massacred the entire station. It's a place of trash anyway, a dark syndicate that's fearless in the face of the law because of its power. She expected a smooth sailing end like usual, leaving the best for last.

But she didn't expect to see a good-looking trash! what is this? A golden sack? "Under the name of ▆▆▆▆ Gray. Countless crimes are to be named. recorded to be the highest amongst the others in the station."

"You'll feel good killing this one"

Kafka scoffs a laugh from the memory.

As if. It would be a waste to have this face and body rotten.

but did she die from shock? She passed out when I shot near her head.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Kafka stifles a laugh, a smirk tugging on her lips. "She's pretty cute... I might have more fun with her than I thought."

[mediawhatwiveswatch]

The Wives Watch: Supernatural S2 E4-7

People seem to like our weird reactions! Season 2 continued! Lets-a-go!

S2E4 - She Slayed, She Snapped

Episode lowkey kinda sad. Our poor boys

No texting and driving Angela <3

Their mum was only like 29 when she died?? Dean is almost the same age as her??

Dean's older than his mum was when she had him??

The boys are gardeners at heart, as long as the garden contains weapons and/or spirits

Arguing through a grieving 3rd party lmao

Student accommodation in the states is fancyy

Me when my roommate fills our shared living room with her professionally taken headshots

I don't think Sam understands how to engage with porn?

Dean stealing some girl's diary is mad. Personal space buddy

Sam really said "I'm fine burning my dad, but a girl? Absolutely not"

Guessing game - Is girlie a ghost or a sociopath here to prove Dean wrong?

Unexpected 3rd option - Zombie Episode Babyy!

Good brother Sam <3 Dean listen to the brother

Did you hear me? Its a necronomenon (Dean play this song with a fucking beat!)

They really committed to talking about porn this episode?

"HI LINDSEY IM HOME" Angela said calmly

Do they not teach scissor safety to these people? They are not gardening tools or stabbies >:(

Get snapped on brotherr

Angela go vroom

S2E5 - The Ceiling Babies Are Back At It

hahaha Gun Magazine. I get it

A murder! A suicide! A sink!

Dr Badass in the building lets go!

Jo's down baadddd poor girl

How many outfit changes do these men have??

"Murder's not in your bones" Give him time to grow into it

Dislike Suggestion guy immediately. Literally introduced to him leaving some girls house. Icky implication absolutely not

This guy is worse than telekinetic stabby guy. He had a reason at least

Dean is an OJ truther good for him

The team has finally gotten someone who is good at lying!

Evil Twin Episode! Surprised it took this long tbh

Bro's called Anson Weemes of course he changed it. That's enough reason to become a murderer

Who needs to ceiling women when you can dam them instead!

If we had two nickles...

Daémön mention! Plot time!

S2E6 - Invest in Renters Insurance

We spent a lot of time googling where states are

Congrats on cold open girl fighting for her tenants rights

Are american walls Like That or is this flat awful?

Nebraska is for Lovers 🌽

"It's not because your a girl, it's because you don't know what your doing" @ me next time Dean

My darling partner witnessing part of a scalp get pulled from a vent: "Hair extensions!"

Does demon damage count as wear and tear?

Dean? Doesn't know how to sleep comfortably? Sir?

"First thing you think of when you think of your dad" followed by a blank stare of Trauma by Dean

HH Holmes! First episode based on Some Guy?

Why does Dean know what cloroform smells like? Are you okay?

The ooze lowkey looks like jam. Peanut butter and ooze sandwich

Did the guy who plays Sam just actually IRL break his arm or are they just committed to making him useless for a bit?

Uh Oh John is causing problems from the great beyond

HE WASNT EVEN A GOOD HUNTER WHEN HE WAS ALIVE

S2E7: The Gang Goes To Jail

DUN DUN

All the lies compiled in the intro lmao

They finally got got. Sam's pre-law better come in useful

Either they're better at lying than we expected or things are about to go badly

Update: Sam's pre-law isnt useful. Learn to not speak to cops without a laywer Samuel.

"Oh no he's going to touch her and get his fingerprints on her" *cuts to police stood behind him*

Imagine making out with someone mid murder investigation where someones SPINAL CHORD WAS VISIBLE

Big fan of the brothers being little shits <3 its what they do best

Writing down the great escape just to annoy the cops lmaooo

Ghost girl got cask of amontillado'd

Who would've guessed that the cop who attacked an inmate is also a terrible person? Who could've forseen this

Sam knows suspiciously too much about police vehicles....

Dean says ACAB

"Shes a good lady" "FOR A COP"

They're doing alot of references recently

Things are ramping up in the Sam and Dean emotional turmoil department.

{{9% through the series}}

[smootnytechnik]

The Hand that slipped (upon your bloodied head) - chapter 5 (fragment)

Gotta warn you guys right ahead, this chapter has a big TW for su*cide. Not in this fragment, but I'm warning you just in general so that you don't go into this one in a bad mental state. Take care of yourself guys, love you all <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61686952/chapters/158204128

"Who's there?" Martyn called out, his voice hoarse and strained from the coldness, which even now cradled him like a frozen embrace. It may have been the first thing he said since asking Ren whether he passed his test.

Despite not getting a clear answer, he quickly noticed two players who were making their way towards the newly repaired gate of Dogwarts. Martyn quietly groaned upon seeing Grian and Scar - the dirty desert hippies, which could easily be blamed for all that occurred. Maybe if it wasn't for them killing Ren, the king wouldn't have gotten the stupid idea of the test... Still holding Red Winter in one hand, Martyn grabbed a crossbow with the other and immediately aimed at Scar's exposed chest. His skin took on a grey color, reminding him of the last time he saw Ren... He shook his head, trying his best not to think about it. One clean shot, and he's out of the game... That was a much more reassuring thought.

"Hi, Martyn!" Grian waved at the man. Seeing the player's cold, sleep deprived expression and the weapons in his hands, he stopped several feet before the gate - and stopped Scar from getting any closer as well. "You okay? You don't look well..."

"I'm feeling great" Martyn muttered, trying to hide how much he was leaning on Red Winter for support. His whole body was ready to give out at that moment. He no longer cared that Scar and Grian could see right through him. He could only hope it'd serve as a warning to them. He may have been exhausted, but that didn't mean he wasn't ready to pounce at them right then and there. "What the hell do you want?"

"Just checkin' up on you!" Scar said with a big, somewhat friendly smile. Martyn tilted his head the other way, observing him with cold curiosity. Like a hunter, observing an animal seconds before attacking. "And, uh, we were hoping you'd tell us... What happened to Ren...?"

In an instant, Martyn shot out from his crossbow. The arrow narrowly avoided hitting Scar's shoulder, instead hitting the ground right behind him. The red player shuddered at the realization that it wasn't just a lucky miss - if Martyn wanted to shoot him right in the face, he would've done that. It was more so a warning shot.

"Next question."

[mrbexwrites]

OC Deep Dive

Tagged by @finickyfelix here - thanks buddy! :D

Passing the tag onto @queen-tashie @arowanaprincess @akiwitch @pure-solomon @sarahlizziewrites @mjparkerwriting @mjjune @surroundedbypearls @words-after-midnight and leaving an open tag for folk who'd like to join in :)

Working on Blood Union so Mavis is currently at the fore, so I'll answer for her :)

What common/uncommon fears do they have?

In addition to her fears of failure and not living up to James' impossible standards, Mavis' deepest, darkest fear that she will never tell anyone, is that she is worthless and unlovable. I hope that, over the course of her arc, she learns that she's not- even if I do have to put her through the wringer to learn this lesson. She's a stubborn OC...

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who chew with their mouths open. Mavis is of the strongest opinion that she can kill these people on sight. A bit extreme...sure, but Mavis isn't someone to do things by half measure!

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A weapon (usually a knife or a crowbar), camping supplies (in case of a quick getaway!) and medical supplies.

What do they notice first in a person?

Weak points; Mavis is checking you out for a limp, how you weight bare, how you hold yourself, and is willing, ready & able, to use it against you and make you eat concrete (or whatever flooring surface is around!)

On a scale of 1 to 10 how high is their pain tolerance?

An 8 or 9; she's had a tough life, and been conditioned to withstand a lot by James. You'll very rarely see her cry or show pain, so if she is, you know it's bad.

Do they go into flight or fight mode when under pressure?

Fight; 100% fight. See fondness for crowbars and violence to solve problems.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? 

She comes from a nuclear family with two parents and a twin brother. But due to circumstances, she only grew up with her father, James. Whilst he was her only biological family member that she physically grew up around, she was always surrounded by other demon hunters and considered them family. Despite everything she's been through, Family is the most important thing to Mave- even if she'll never admit it.

What animal represents them best?

Honey badger- small, vicious, unstoppable force of nature, willing to take on something far bigger than they are. Doesn't know when to quit...etc etc

What is a smell they dislike?

Corpses, tobacco and unwashed feet. Yuck!

Have they broken any bones?

Of her own, or others? Either way, the answer is 'yes' and 'lots of them'.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Average height with unruly hair. Scowls a lot, and gives off hostile vibes. Don't approach unless you have no other option. Will be surly when spoken to and doesn't make eye contact either. Usually wears a leather jacket, old t-shirt and jeans.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

A bit of both; Mavis will sit up until the wee hours due to a lifetime of keeping watch, but will also get up at the crack of dawn after a couple of hours sleep. Does that make her a night bird, or a morning owl?

What is a flavor they love and a flavor they hate?

Will go absolutely go feral for fresh fruit- oranges are her favourite. Whilst she will eat pretty much anything, because you can't be fussy when you never know when your next meal will come, Mavis isn't keen on rabbit, or other strong game-y flavours.

Do they have any hobbies?

Her all consuming need to gain her father's approval is the only thing that she has time for. But, I think after some character development and time away from James, she'd probably enjoy macramé or some other kind of craft to keep her hands busy

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Punch to the face! Don't sneak up on her! She doesn't like surprises; they put her into her fight-mode.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

She has several piercings in her ears so that she can wear enough silver through her body to not be possessed by demons.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Mavis didn't have a formal education, so her handwriting is very messy & childish- like a 7 year old's.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Frustration and worthlessness.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Brushed cotton- like you'd find on a vintage t-shirt

What kind of accent do they have?

Mavis has grown up on the road, so she has a Scottish accent, but no particular dialect to pin her down to a specific place.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

@lirabuswavi and i had a lovely convo for the mystic misunderstanding au and I'm gonna post it in segments because they said it was okay!! I LOVE talking aus. Thank you bestie!! it'll take a moment to edit and post it all but yee.

in which hiccup being a runt would have made him revered in the hunter tribe and when they find out they start giving him offerings.

this post focuses on toothless!

L stands for them and H stands for me.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

L: Also, Entirely off topic, but the goddess Freya is the goddess of magic, and famously has a chariot pulled by giant cats. In your Mistaken Magic AU, if Hiccup compared Toothless to a giant cat, trying to get the hunters to be more chill, they could conclude that it's an emulation of the goddess Freya, and as such Toothless is an extension of his soothesaying. Entirely random thought, but I had it and wanted to share.

H: Love it. Cannon to the au now

Toothless now gets his own offerings

L: Unlike Hiccup, Toothless accepts the offerings easily. People start to use him as an intermediary for their offerings because A) Toothless pretty much always knows where Hiccup is, B) wouldn't let anything happen to his rider's stuff, C) is a very effective delivery dragon given how quickly he can fly, and D) Toothless will take the stuff and Hiccup won't have a chance to argue. On one hand, Hiccup is happy that people are getting more comfortable around Toothless and even interacting with him of their own free will. On the other, Hiccup has no clue what to do with this stuff, Toothless take it back! What do you mean you don't know who gave you what, you could sniff them out, you big, dumb lizard!

H: Yee. And along with the stuff he gets so many fishes. Toothless is happy to do the work and hiccup sets up an addition to his hut to store the items more nicely. He also asks viggo if he can set up a hut/shrine thing on Viggo's island.

L: Which would only give people a more accessible place to offer stuff, thereby giving him even more stuff that he doesn't know what to do with. Poor Hiccup.

H: Hiccup tries to figure out a polite way to make use of the stuff. He asks around if melting weapons to try and make other gear would be rude or if feeding the food to others would be improper. He turns to Viggo more often who only will answer during Maces and Talons games.

L: I can imagine Viggo kind of uses the Maces and Talons games to figure Hiccup out, in a, 'we've tried to kill you and your loved ones, and being polite is your concern? You've sunk our ships and blown up our ground based operations, and this is your problem?' way.

H: He concludes that whole hiccup is clever and smart, the kid is a little star-touched and needs someone watching his back. (Star touched politely means idiot/crazy)

L: Viggo's not afraid to make an ally out of an enemy if he can (and a brother out of him too, because it seems the only person watching out for him is the dragon. And while Viggo has been convinced of said dragon's personhood, and ability to protect Hiccup, Viggo has something Toothless doesn't have: opposable thumbs.)

H: He decides that he needs to win Toothless over and proceeds to work on that

L: They're a package deal. And while Hiccup can be persuaded by the plight of the common people and the opportunity to turn the Acumens away from dragon hunting, Toothless has a far narrower focus. Viggo can respect one's priority being 'him and his'.

H: Toothless likes Viggo feeding him and feeding hiccup. He even starts dragging hiccup to Viggo if he feels like hiccup is getting too lost in inventing and is losing weight again.

L: Hiccup is confused on why his dragon and former enemy are tag-teaming him to make sure he eats and sleeps, but if they're getting along it can't be a bad thing right? Viggo is pleased to know that the way to Toothless is through Hiccup. Before, he would have exploited it maliciously. Now, well... He knows what he wants.

H: Hehehehehehe

The village is thrilled to have hiccup here

L: Ah, but the other riders... not so much, muahaha.

[samcoesclub]

Get to know my OC

thanks so much 2 @silurisanguine for tagging me! i’m sure most of you guys have been tagged so anyone that sees this and wants to do it can consider themselves tagged by me

Fandom: Starfield

Role: Spacefarer

cw for mentions of aurora use (not by character)

Basics

Full Name: Indiana (Coe) - never had a last name prior to marrying Sam.

Nickname(s): Indy, not so affectionately called many other names by Spacers by virtue of all the bounties he’s cashed in on

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation and Titles: Bounty Hunter as soon as he acquired his first ship (and probably before that, when he was just operating on Neon, but it isn’t quite the same). Explorer and Occasional Bounty Hunter once he joins up with Constellation

Birthday and Age: He doesn’t know his birthday, and he’s never celebrated it. His mom was always too out of her mind to remember, if she ever knew in the first place, but he loved her anyways. He always just counted it as turning a new age with the new year.

He’s 29 when the events of the game start, 30 by the time he and Sam get married

Physical Description: 6’ 1”, not super muscular but definitely built. Tattoo across his face along with the burn scars from the fire that killed his mom

Clothing Style: Loose jackets and cyberpunk tops, but when working outside on his ship or lounging, tanktop and loose pants. Before he left Neon, he’d always donned more cyberpunk-esque gear (a la cyberware streetwear), but once he left the city and made it into space, more Space Rogue attire

Background

Neon Street Rat, Wanted, Spaced

Before he was a crate rat turned to the streets, he had a family—a mom that loved him even if she loved the Aurora just as much after his dad, her husband, got shot. The fire in the underbelly that spread to the sleepcrate he’d saved money from stealing and scrounging and begging to help his mother buy took her life and marred his face.

After the fire, people on the street told him it hurt to look at him—oftentimes with a sneer, so he covered his face for years, sleeping under awnings and tents in Ebbside and the underbelly. He tried working an honest job, but nowhere would hire a kid off the street, so the easiest thing was to sell his soul for credits. A local bounty hunter, taking out Neon targets? Certainly. A vigilante to a certain extent? Also possible. (He would tell himself that all of these people were bad. They all committed crimes. They all had crossed the wrong people. It would sometimes make him feel better. Most times it wouldn’t. But it was what he was good at, and after a while, he got used to killing or taking marks in).

Scrounging and saving credits from Neon jobs, he finally got enough for a ship, some better weapons, and supplies to get the hell out of Neon as soon as his local notoriety became almost too much. He couldn’t be a ghost where the light penetrates.

And after he got out of Neon, Spacers hated his guts. The Crimson Fleet hated his guts. They came to know his MO.

He’s been hunting through space for nearing 12 years when he hears about a job, someone posing as a miner, but they can’t be sure who. It’s a big payout. Maybe if he does this job, he can stop killing for a while—stop hunting. A pipedream. It’s all he’s ever been good at. He’s never tried much else.

His quarry becomes the luckiest person alive when he gets zapped by the artifact.

Combat and Skills

Preferred Fighting Style: Start the engagement from far out, push in when he’s picked off the outside combatants. His love for anything with a scope makes this best

Favorite weapon: Anything with a scope

Special skills: Ballistic weapons, piloting, reading to become competent at something quickly, and apparently very good at doing voices when he reads out loud—so much so that Cora makes him and Sam split reading duties

Relationships

Family: Parents are dead, and prior to Constellation, he drifted through space mostly alone. But he’s happy to say he considers Constellation his family.

Love interest: Sam Coe

Best friend: Andreja 🐍 they understand each other on a molecular level

art by jazz.medic on ig 💞🫶

[agomeangelcat]

Sugar Plum.

A/N: I like to write when i sad...enjoy my silly oc.

Shipps: Oc x Canon, Oc x P.

Tw: My bad writing and cringe. My head hurts. Game spoilers.

The doors of the hotel open, to the new addition to the Hotel Krat, P father's Geppet's long-time rival.

A man with black hair, olive skin and green eyes like jade, who screamed Christmas spirit in all his essence, or that's what Gemini said, he had a supreme creation, a doll, a soldier, a protector, a Nutcracker that, unfortunately, had to be killed, the memory of Geppeto's Rival greatest creation still fresh in everyone's memory, including his niece.

The creator of the Nutcracker, the only big puppet that was not owned by Geppeto, Herr Drosslmeyer, was long data rival from Geppeto and the type that in addition to being intelligent, Drosslmeyer was kind, gentle, creative and even magical, since Geppeto's death, the automatons being born, were special and took over the hotel like a family, animals and even some toys, the hotel krat looks magical and full of life thanks to Drosslmeyer's extroverted manners. 

P had constant visits to Drosslmeyer's office for concerts, check ups and some upgrades, and it was he who made P resuscitation possible.

The truth was, the Nutcracker's death was not done by P's hands, the Nutcracker was a mistake, a partnership doomed to failure, the Nutcracker was created by Drosslmeyer and Geppeto as a way to show that, in fact, they didn't they were rivals or enemies but business partners, something that was shown to be false as soon as the Nutcracker almost killed Drosslmeyer's niece, if it weren't for Drosslmeyer's automaton rats who saved her from being killed. 

P knew this, since he got his humanity and saw Drosslmeyer as a mentor and doctor, it was inevitable that P, a hunter, would not see Clara, who is also a hunter, and the niece of the man who created the new puppets, Clara was responsible for the death of the Nutcracker, she killed her best friend because of the man P called father. Clara was extroverted, but not in the uncomfortable eay, she was almost a princess, but she held weapons instead of all the glamor of a princess, she had the nickname Sugar Plum, was nickname that everyone in the hotel gave her because the girl was always eating sweets or hungry for sweets. 

P knew that of everyone at the hotel, Clara was the most full of life, she slid down the handrails, danced on the tables, stole sweets from the kitchen and P's favorite, danced alone in the ballroom, he loved the dance's spins and pirouettes that Clara practiced, and when he questioned Gemini, the little guy said that Clara was a ballerina. 

Clara is good, never treating him as less or different because he was a puppet made by the man who betrayed her uncle, the young dancer was good, strong and great at making P's heart feel full of ticks and tacks, when she read books to him like a theater scene or put tiaras and clips in his hair to aplly make up on his face, according to her "he looks beautiful in makeup". 

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Walking around the hotel in the early hours of the morning where everything was a sleep or almost everything, was always a different energy, P heard earlier before Clara's complaint to her uncle about how all her point shoes were worn out, and that Drosslmeyer would probably take a while to make new ones for his niece, looking at the box in P's hands near the door of the room, Clara's soft voice coming from the huge place, P feels a small spasm, even human when in moments like this he can't help but have spasms or be all messed up, Clara was beautiful, and everyone in the hotel seemed to know and talk about, not only a ballerina's physique, her brown eyes, dark skin and raven hair made her look like a doll made by the most prestigious sculptor, he didn't really understand humanity too well, but I knew beauty when he saw it. 

Stopping in front of the open door of the ballroom, P watches Clara in a long strawberry print dress, Dancing around the room, the twirling dress making her float around her, the soft smile and the melody she hummed, P notices, she was barefoot, the sneakers must have gone bad or something. Clara ends her little dance roughly in perfect arabesque when she notices him standing in the doorway. 

"Holy Rat King...P you scared me!!!!"  P doesn't even move, the girl sighs, smiling softly, her hand on her chest to calm her heart from the fright, looking at the boy in front of her, Clara liked P's presence, he was a strange combination of serious and elegant with a playful boy who liked to play tricks. Noticing the comfortable silence between them, Clara's yellowish brown eyes look down at the box in P's hands, it was white with some pink stripes and an elegant pink bow and screamed sweetness.

"Oh, did you buy Sophia a present?...unfortunately she's not here...but she came to see me a few hours ago-" Clara stops talking when she sees Pinocchio approaching her, she wasn't blind nor was she knows that P's has some charm, hell, since they stepped into the hotel and her uncle brought P to life using blue magic, Clara always said how beautiful P was, not just physically, the puppet according to her was the only thing beautiful thing that Geppeto had lucky to create.

P was very close to her, too close, looking down at her, Clearly her face heats up, the yellow lights in the room make everything comfortable, P tilts his head to the side looking at the river of yellowish brown in her eyes, Caramel, P never really understood so well the reason for the nickname, but now, her eyes were Caramel.

"P? are you okay? are you hurt-" Again being interrupted, P extends the box to Clara, surprising her for a few seconds. 

"Oh..Oh!....is it for me?"  looking at him she touches the box with one hand and points to herself with the other hand, P smiles softly nodding positively, Clara can't help but admire him. Carlo and P were very different, but in a twins way, at the time Carlo was alive, Clara had a rivals relationship with Geppeto's son, but P, ​​still had the same bite, but clearly it was as if P was more open to feelings than Carlo, which is ironic. Her uncle said: "Carlo liked you... but he didn't know how to show it, boys are stupid.".

She remembers when Carlo pushed her into the lake but she insisted on pulling him along, both wet and looking at each other with angry looks, breathing heavily, but Carlo had been the first to break eye contact, his face turning red, which at the time Clara thought was anger.

This time she was the one who looked away first, looking at the box and seeing how their hands were almost touching. P watches curiously, almost leaning in to catch her eyes again he almost pouts when the girl breaks the eye contact. Clara undoes the box's bow in his hands, carefully, the science was almost suffocating but not the bad kind, it was tension, a need for presence instead of words. The girl makes a surprised noise, and P observes every detail of her face with parted lips, so he looks at the contents of the box with her.

"...you...found..." A new, untouchable pair of point shoes, elegant and clean, smelling of lavender. She laughs, taking the shoes from the box and seeing that in addition to being her size, they were soft shade of purple not completely pink.

She looks at P with a giant smile on her face, a smile that he returns with the same enthusiasm, watching as she sits on the floor to put on the new sneakers, the box on the floor next to her, the prepayment for the sneakers, breaking, bending and straightening, P helps her to  get up as soon as she finishes, extending his hands to her, and lifting the girl up without difficulty. Clara laughs, spinning around and testing her new pair of point shoes. 

"That's perfect, how did you get this!? I thought they didn't have any more of it, and Uncle Drosslmeyer said it would take a while to make new ones!"  Looking at him as P stands in the middle of the room and looking at her with the same intensity, P feels his insides heat up with her sweet, caramelized gaze.

P is almost flinches when the girl runs to him and hugs him, tight, but not only that, the Ghost of her lips on his neck.

"Thanks P...you're the best."  P slowly returns the hug, it was strong, and the kind of hug that someone would die happy in, his face hidden in her neck, arms holding her back and waist, lifting her from the ground, Clara laughs at the sudden action and the laughter only increases when he twirl around with her on the tight hug, it was a new feeling, sweet as a Sugar Plum Fairy.

Drosslmeyer was not surprised to find his niece and P lying in the library sleeping with books around them, Clara with her head on P's chest and P looking almost human with his head on Clara's hair, and a small white mouse sleeping on the girls hand.

"...P can sleep now....what a shame your father didn't see what a gift you are."  The older man covers them both with a soft blanket around them.

"Good night little sprouts"

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I've never done an ask meme before. I'd like to see 12, 15, and 18 please.

Ahh really? Ask memes are a pretty common fun activity on Tumblr (especially in RP communities), I am flattered you decided to try sending one because of me!!

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Reusable question! There are a few neglected characters who however have a huge potential. For now I'm going to say Graveguard Dores!

Every Soulsborne game has the female butcher cannibal character with the big sword that lives in a swamp or similar area, and given that Dores is a female name AND Japanese original does NOT say 'he' unlike localisation- Yeah, you see what I mean?

Basically, this is the OTHER badass grandma potential, given that she's the character from old times, like Gehrman and Willem. Not just that, but she is very creepy (in an awesome sense). Her mask is either a craftwork to sneak around in Pthumerian labyrints or straight up scalp, and there are multiple ritual knives and tools on her belt. Cool scary lady that guards the cemetery near Eldrich institution in snakes-infested forest! And the humour potential, too! One of the most fun things to do with Bloodborne headcanons is to elaborate on Byrgenwerth at its prime, so imagine the dynamics with the scholars and her x) How much you wanna bet only Micolash wasn't scared of Dores!!

15) that one (cool) thing you see in fanart all the time

I really, really, REALLY like how everyone collectively agreed that Choir has those creepy dumb smiles fsdjhfsdhf There is nothing to suggest that in the canon (and this is the phrase you can apply to Soulsborne games often...), but drawing many Choir members smiling like the blissful cultish bung that they are is just something that never gets old! Haha and also:

18) it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Hmmm... I waaaaant to say that fandom has been sleeping on the Vileblood characters like Annalise, Crow, Arianna, King of Cainhurst etc, but recently it has been 'awakening' thanks to @heraldofcrow - that's THE butterfly effect if I've seen one! In the end, constantly discussing certain characters and themes will pay off, so be the change you want to be!

But what fandom still did NOT wake up to do again is Yahar'gul hunters and especially, the potential of Archibald working with Yahar'gul and Micolash himself directly! There are implications that Yahar'gul hunters used to be hunters of the Healing Church and went undercover secretively, or maybe HAD to do it (five out of seven of them are not white, and seems like Healing Church spread narrative of foreigners bringing beast plague to ward off suspicions from itself). AND Archibald himself is called "heretic", probably since his weapons are based off studying ancient beasts! School of Mensis is just this... really secretive, 'evil' division of 'nerds' of the Healing Church - not something to show off, unlike Choir lol! And their hunters are just as interesting of a layer as their scholars!

Also here, have an ancient meme:

Thanks for the asks!

[illusorysinger]

hc + 🌇

omg, omg

i don't know who to talk about so i'm going to give some headcanons for various characters' and ocs' morning/evening rituals

Leviathan has alarms set for when the daily logins roll over in his various games. Every morning at 8:00 sharp he logs into Ruri Tunes so he can complete his daily tasks right out the gate, and every evening he can, he quests with friends in Devil Hunter for an hour.

Satan takes four years to wake up in the morning. It doesn't help that he's regularly up late reading. A morning walk to feed some local cats always helps. Cats are crepuscular, but the Devildom experiences a long twilight instead of a day, so they're just getting active as Satan makes his way around to them. If MC is the punctual, early rising type (like i am), he incorporates you into his routine, and is the first to notice if things are off with you. If you're not an early riser, he'll still stop by your room after his walk at least, "just to make sure you're not running late."

Thistle's a journaler; she ends every day by giving an account of what happened in a little green leather notebook. She has at times torn blank pages out to send letters home and she worries about how many pages are left. It hasn't occurred to her she can just get a new journal when this one's full. It has occurred to her that she could buy paper instead of ripping it out of her beloved journal, but that hasn't always been an option. Adelaide admires her fastidiousness. She's considering writing a memoir herself. She spends her evenings doing stretches and maintaining her weapons and armor.

Flynn (newest OC) is a "don't talk to me until I've had my coffee" and morning newspaper person. Do they still have newspapers? They not only still have newspapers but journalism comes back in a big way and doomscrolling is obsolete. Let me dream.

Pinkie Pie is also a morning walk kind of pony. She likes to make her way around town greeting all her many, many friends. (I just looked it up this is absolutely canon see mlp fim s2e18 "a friend in deed") This is also what she was doing when we met her in episode 1. She gets "bonus points" in a game she made up when she finds Rainbow Dash sleeping in random places.

that's all i could think of rn omg thank u though