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

[gengar-pixel-2]

...Wait a second.

[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.

[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.

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

If i was in charge of making Supernatural into a video game

Open-world single/multiplayer via invite but not online

Set in early seasons (1-5)

There's a case in every town you go to, and you can go into the area to "research" or "hunt", so you can either know what you're going into or not

Research is when you talk to the witnesses or look for clues, which you can compare to your hunter's journal

Hunt is when you use the weapons you've collected, bought or made deals to get to fight the monster in the area

1st and 3rd person pov available

You have a bar that goes down the more you make deals/interact with demons/other monsters which makes other hunters like you less (especially in Roadhouses)

You can collect teeth or other parts of monsters to trade with other hunters to get better weapons, or if you get money you can buy them. You can steal monster's weapons if they have them

Reference is made to the characters in the show but they don't actually appear, for example in a roadhouse you can hear, "Did you hear John Winchester's left his kids high and dry lookin' for that demon?"

There are also sleep bars that go down if you choose to research through the night and if that gets too low you're slow when it comes to the hunt

Some sort of bar that the more people you save the more respect you have with other hunters, because you shouldn't gain points for killing the monsters, so it pushes players to save first-turned werewolves and vampires

You can set up a base but if you dont ward it, windows often break, cheap ammunition is sometimes stolen etc

Demons & angels are the super powerful big bads. Angels are worse than demons because you cant exorcise them

It is possible to track Chuck down somehow, maybe he gives you some sort of reward

You can make NPC allies that will give you weapons, ammunition, tips or other bonuses before you go on a hunt

[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).

[thekillingmoonmoon]

what are some kinks you think kishibe has? and what are some turn offs for him?

Hi hi anon – this gave me even deeper Kishibe brainrot

Let’s start with the more.. mild(?) kinks

Corruption kink

He is the dirtiest of dirty old men. He will take your innocent little heart and teach you all he knows until your soul is black and you’re nothing but a sweet little slut for personal use <3

Virginity kink

Strongly related to the corruption kink – If Kishibe has the chance to ruin you before anyone else gets to touch you, it’s game over. Don’t even think about running. He’s got you. He owns you.

Daddy kink

Do I need to explain this? He clearly loves being in a position of power. Most people call him ‘Sensei’ or ‘Master’ , but Daddy is specifically reserved for the bedroom.

Sensei kink

Okay so there is canon proof of this. He tells Power and Denji he prefers being called ‘Sensei’ so it very likely that he has this as a kink. It gets difficult when you’re both his student and his lover so that’s why I think he prefers Daddy.

Choking

Loves to push his fingers down your throat until you gag, loves the look in tyour eyes when he wraps his hand around you throat, the way you clench around him and eyes get slightly wetter. Loves knowing that you put your life into his hands.

Spitting

In your face, in your mouth, on your clit, on your pussy, he’s spitting. It’s about ownership. And the fact that you allow him to degrade you this way whilst still giving him heart-eyes makes him extra hard

Breeding kink

Okay, so he doesn’t want kids. Maybe he gets a bit sentimental after ten too many drinks and he thinks about the life you might have if he wasn’t a hunter. But that quickly changes when he sees a child. No thank you. But you oozing cum from your cunt, your belly full of white warmth, too fucked out to care that you’re messing everywhere? Yes. He loves that.

Exhibitionism

Oh god. This man. Will bend you over anywhere and everywhere. Will pull you onto his lap and slither his hands under your skirt any chance he gets. Don’t wear underwear around this man, else he will steal it and pocket it.

Light bondage

Look, he’s not about big rigs or shibari. He wants to get you immobile as quickly as possible, so he’s gonna handcuff you to the bed, or use his tie. He uses his tie a lot, wrapping your hands up and away so that you don’t interfere with whatever he’s doing

Knifeplay

What can I say? He’s contracted to all the Devils of Sharp Objects. He likes his weapons, and he likes it even more when you’re squirming against him whilst he traces your clit with the edge of his blade.

Turn offs

Not handling your liquor well

He doesn’t want to look after you. If you can’t handle your liquor, don’t drink too much. End of story.

Being too demanding outside the bedroom

He’s tired, okay. He’s just old and tired and so over Makima and her bullshit that all he wants to do is come home to you, fuck you good and then go to  sleep. He doesn’t want to deal with you being too clingy or constantly calling him. Man is busy. Leave him alone til he gets off work. Then he’s yours.

[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.

[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."

[yharnam-is-a-fuck]

The Orphan of Kos

Big lore post ahead instead of meme, so be warned!

The Orphan of Kos is the final boss of the Old Hunter's DLC. Similar to the base games Mergo/Moon Presence, the Orphan gives you Nightmare Slain instead of Prey Slaughters, which is fitting because this fucker is the exact opposite of slaughterable. The origin of the Orphan is pretty simple, and is mostly contained within the lore of his (its?) mother, Kos. The Great One Kos washed up on the shore of the Fishing Hamlet during the massacre, and like all Great Ones, it had lost its child. However, it seems like Kos had somehow figured out how to have a child in a very human way, but when she died, it died along with her. And so, Kos and her Child lived on, and created the Hunter's Nightmare to torment the blasphemous murderers and blood crazed fiends who has descrated her.

An interesting thing about the Orphan that not many people realize is that the thing that you fight is not what the Orphan actually is. It died inside of Kos, and never grew in the first place. The true body is the strange black figure found on the corpse of Kos after you defeat the boss, that has to be killed to actually win the fight. Very similar to the way Baby Mergo fades away after the Wet Nurse is slain, which has some interesting implications.

And when you see the boss as the creation of the dead orphan used to defend itself, some parts of its design are quite disturbing. The Orphan of Kos is essentially just another fight against a Hunter. Down to the height difference, trick weapon, blood-infused projectiles, and long flowing cape. Which makes sense, as all the Orphan knows is Hunters. The moon, which resembles a blood drunk eye, watches over the endless hunt forever, and the way it dissapears once you defeat the Orphan implies it is linked to it or Kos in some way. It crafts an image to defend itself using the image of the Hunters who slaughtered the Fishing Hamlet.

Alongside this Hunter resemblence, it is also very obviously linked to Gehrman. When you defeat the Orphan (and Gehrman hasn't set your house on fire) the Doll will comment on how he is finally sleeping soundly. In my opinion, Gehrman is sleeping soundly and not begging Laurence and Willem for help because the Nightmare is over, and he won't end up trapped there when the Moon Presence abandons him. But there could be a deeper connection between the two that I havn't noticed.

Another thing to note is that the Orphan faces away from the Hunter, towards the Moon. Similar to Ebrietas, who is stated to be very friendly with humans in general. Though, the Orphan flies into a tantrum when you approach, so perhaps it is just mesmerized by the Moon, and isn't trying to avoid a fight.

When you do defeat it, the ending cutscene seems to imply that Kos forgives the Hunters and ends the Nightmare, for the most part. Perhaps the Orphan was bound to the Nightmare by its traumatic death, and "killing" it was merely freeing it. Due to Great One bosses showing up again in Chalice Dungeons, it seems that killing the body of a Great One doesn't do much for them, as they simply show up with another one.

Well, thats all the stuff I have to say about this guy. Probably won't post about lore again for a year, because thinking is hard

[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 💞🫶

[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.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 9

"Last time on Total Takes Island: the campers played a friendly game of hunter and hunted, complete with costumes and projectile weapons. Max gave Michael the cold shoulder, for some reason, and Austin showed off his not-so-groovy side when he used his teammate as a human shield. Sha-Mod got rivals Ass and Courtney in a tangle, and for that he was sent packing. Will the Fujoshis ever win another round? Will Scruffy ever find some solid evidence of what’s happening on their team? Find out now- on Total! Takes! Island!”

Caesar sits up, looking at the analogue clock on the wall- 6 AM- and then sighs as he covers his ears to drown out McLovin’s sobs. 

---

CAESAR: “All. Week. All week! That homo-wannabe has been crying over his boytoy leaving the island. If I had known it’d affect his fragile little heart so much as to disturb me from my beauty sleep, I would’ve voted for Ass!”

---

McLovin shakily holds a simple crayon drawing he made of him and Sha-Mod surrounded by a large red heart as he sits on the cabin floor. Caesar gets out of bed, eyes tired, and stares blankly into the camera. 

A knock on the cabin door forces him to shuffle over and open it, only to see Bonnie holding a pillow and looking equally as tired. 

“Ass and Courtney have been fighting. All. Night,” they mutter, eye bags heavy. “I don’t care about the gender-adjacent rules anymore, I just want to sleep.”

Caesar sighs and points into the cabin where McLovin is crying. “No sleep around here,”

“Oh, brother,”

---

Julia sits on the porch outside the cabin door, legs crossed and eyes closed as she pretends to meditate to listen in on Austin and Kelly’s conversation. 

“And then I said, why have one bird when you can have all of them?” 

Kelly laughs. “You have such a way with words,”

“Smashing, baby,”

Julia sighs in defeat, clearly not learning anything of value, and stands, walking over to where Max is leaning against the cabin exterior wall. She hovers in front of him until he finally acknowledges her. “What do you want?”

“I was thinking we could discuss strategy,”

He scoffs. “Yeah, right, as if I’d take pointers from you,”

Julia rolls her eyes. “I just think we should go over what we’re doing about the Scary problem?”

“No one’s gonna vote her out,” Max says, beginning to walk away. “You’re playing the wrong game here.”

“Attention, campers! Meet me on the beach in five for your next challenge!” Chris’ voice blares over the intercoms. Everyone winces at the mic feedback and then slowly begins moving, quietly grouping off. 

“Today’s challenge will not only test your strength, your endurance, your intelligence, your patience, your-”

“Oh, just get on with it,” Julia rolls her eyes. 

Chris glares. “You’ll be cooking a three-course meal. Each team will appoint a head chef to create a theme for the meal, and oversee the cooking. If you’ll all look off to your rights- no, your other rights- you’ll see our food delivery truck, stocked full of ingredients, which is what you’ll be using for your meals,” he continues, pointing to a small truck down the shoreline. “Chef and I will be judging, so make it edible, please.”

Courtney turns to the rest of the team, now a five-player ensemble. They cross their arms with a smile. “So… who wants to lead this thing?”

“Why not you, your holiness?” Ass says, rolling their eyes. Courtney glares, but doesn’t object, turning to the rest of the team. 

Caesar shrugs. “I don’t have any problems with that. Bonbon?”

Bonnie yawns. 

“McLovin?” Caesar turns, and then looks around the beach. “Um… has anyone seen McLovin?”

---

A spiritual, wistful tune plays as McLovin sits at the big cliff’s edge, cradling his knees to his chest and crying. 

---

“Oh. Joy,” Courtney sighs. “Normally, I’d look for him myself, but I need to oversee the cooking. Bonnie?”

“Bonbon and I are kind of a package deal,” Caesar says, holding their shoulders to prevent them from collapsing. “Where they go, I go.”

“Fine! As much as I hate to say it-”

Ass smiles a little and stands. “I’ll find him. Just worry about not losing this time, m'kay?”

Courtney rolls their eyes and turns to their two-person team. “We can work with this. Caesar, make sure Bonnie doesn’t hurt themselves. I’m going to go check out the kitchen and then make a list of what we need. Is that okay?”

Caesar shrugs. 

---

“Now, clearly, I should be the head chef-”

Julia elbows Max in the ribs, causing him to cough and sputter. “Fine! Whatever. Scary, you’re in charge,”

Scary beams, giggling and cartwheeling towards the ingredients truck. 

Michael raises an eyebrow. “Have you lost your mind?”

“We took a vote, Mikey,” Julia grins, wrapping her arm around Michael’s shoulders. 

“Don’t call me that,"

Scruffy blinks. "Who voted for Scary?”

“Let’s see… Frollo, Staci, Scary itself, and me and Max,”

“You and Max are in agreement on this?” Michael scoffs.

Max storms through, shoving Michael out of the way while Julia snickers to herself. 

---

JULIA: “This is too easy,”

---

“Is this everything?” Courtney asks as Caesar and Bonnie dump a few armfuls of food packaging onto the table in their designated kitchen. 

Caesar pants, gasping for air as if he’d just run a marathon. “No, we still have a few trips to make,”

“Okay, okay, we’re all good. I’m gonna get started on the appetizers, since that’s what’s getting served first. I think I have an idea of how we could pull this off,”

---

Somewhere deep within the woods and very far from camp, McLovin and Ass walk together, shoulder-to-shoulder. 

“Well, why do you think it was so distressing? Were you really that good of friends?” They ask, kicking a pinecone along the path. 

“We weren’t just friends, we were bromates. That’s like soulmates but for men… Joner came up with it,” McLovin sighs. 

“And this Joner guy wasn’t your… ugh, your bromate?” 

McLovin shakes his head. “Michael was around way before I was. I only came in around the ninth grade, so he was already spoken for,”

"Isn't Michael a girl?"

"is she?"

Ass raises an eyebrow, then gives him a sympathetic look. “Third-wheeling, huh? I know how that feels,”

“It was more than third-wheeling. But I don’t wanna talk about it, it gets… complicated. Things with Michael aren’t so good anymore. But Sha-Mod was like my oasis in the desert, man! He saved me from all the girl drama and the cooties!”

Ass rolls their eyes, but an endearing smile sneaks through anyway. “You’re funny, you know that?”

“I know,” he sighs. “Sha-Mod used to tell me how funny I am…”

---

Scary scampers around the kitchen, laughing maniacally while writing down their own recipes on the back of napkins from the mess hall and passing them out like party favors. 

The other Anons raise eyebrows at the messy handwriting, and then turn to Max, who shrugs. 

---

JULIA: “My plan is simple. Get Max to put Scary in charge, convincing him that her failure will get her eliminated, and then when we inevitably fail, I’ll pin it on him and he’ll be toast!"

---

“Okayyy, let’s see- I want this to all go perfectly, so no lollygagging, tomfooling, dilly-dallying, or horseplay, pretty please!” Scary says. “Austin, Kelly Staci- course number three. Julia, Scruffy- course number two! The rest of you-” Scary narrows her eyes at Michael and Max, then at Frollo across the room. “Course number one and STAY OUT OF MY WAY!”

Michael takes a step away. Max rolls his eyes. 

Austin reads the recipe card Scary had handed him, and then beams. “Black forest cake- right on, baby!”

“Pasta,” Julia squints at her group's napkin. “Um, wait- where are we supposed to get the-”

“Figure it out!” Scary grins wickedly. 

Max finally looks at the remaining recipe. “Um. This isn’t real,” he ignores Michael, turning to Frollo behind them. “She’s messing with us. She has to be.”

Frollo closes his Bible with a loud snap and walks over, taking the napkin. He squints at it, and then his face goes pale. “Witchcraft!” he shouts, dropping the napkin on the floor, kneeling down beside it and repeatedly smashing it with his Bible. 

“You know it’s already flat, right?” Max asks as he and Michael watch the ordeal from above. 

---

“Caesar! I need you and Bonnie on the main course. I can handle everything else until- if- those two ever get back,” Courtney shouts, tying an apron around their waist as the two remaining players come back from their final round of carrying ingredients. 

Caesar half-heartedly salutes them and picks up the cookbook Courtney found, flipping to a tabbed page. He grins. “Courtney, you genius,”

“Yeah, I know, but we still gotta make it!” they say, grabbing an oven tray and spreading a thin layer of tortilla chips over it. 

---

COURTNEY: “My parents aren’t really at home a lot, so I’ve been feeding myself for most of my teen years. Whenever I don’t feel like cooking something big, I go to my defaulto easy and quick meal- Americanized-Mexican food.”

---

Julia and Scruffy stare at the last ingredient they need on the list, and then look to each other. “So… you don’t suppose they have that on the truck, right?” she chuckles. 

“Not that I would think, but… someone’s gonna have to get it,” 

Julia’s nervous smile drops as she realizes they mean her. “Fine. If I die, kill Max for me,”

“Um… sure,”

Julia takes off her apron and walks out of the kitchen just as Kelly and Austin come back in holding a new carton of eggs. 

“You know, my great-great-great-great grandma Eliza actually published the first ever recipe for chocolate cake. It’s an old family secret, but we use chopped chocolate instead of melted,” Staci smiles, pulling a huge butcher’s knife out of a drawer and smiling as they begin dicing a few chocolate bars. 

Kelly smiles. “Your family sounds really nice, I wish mine was so talented,”

“You’re always welcome to join! As my great-uncle Bertram said, family is determined by bonds, not by blood,” 

“You mean it?!” Kelly’s eyes widen. “I get to have a big sister??”

Staci beams. “Ohmigosh, totally! I’ve always wanted a younger sib!”

Austin pops out of nowhere, holding an armful of eggs. “I want in on this found family dig too, baby! I’d make a smashing sister!”

“Yay! Sisters!” Staci smiles. “OW!”

All three look down to their finger, where the knife had slipped and produced a thin cut. Staci turns white and then immediately passes out. 

“I don’t get it,” Max says, pacing around Michael and reading the napkin again as soon as he got Frollo out of the kitchen. “She’s actually trying to lose.”

“Will you-”

“This is all because she has this tall-person superiority complex, she thinks I’m stupid!”

“Can I-”

“That’s why she puts everyone she hates on appetizers! She wants us booted! Shit- this must’ve been Julia!”

Michael grabs his shoulders, shaking him. “Let me read it!”

Max’s face turns red and he crosses his arms after handing her the napkin, ignoring her again. She rolls her eyes and stares at the list. 

“Tongue of lamb… hair of toad… guts of eagle… hm, okay. She wants us to make a salad,”

Max’s jaw drops. 

---

MICHAEL: “Joner went through a witch phase in the 7th grade. All of the “eye of newt” stuff is just fancy herbalist language for different plants,”

---

“So, what’s your deal?” McLovin asks, no longer crying. His hands are in his pockets and his face is dry. 

“My deal?”

“You know, you’re all dry and sarcastic and stuff. Why?”

Ass shrugs. “When you deal with enough drama, it gets to you,”

“Aw, that’s too bad,” McLovin says, holding up his finger as a butterfly lands on it. He turns and smiles at Ass. “It’d be awesome to see you smiling more, you know?”

They smile a bit. 

---

ASS: “It’s kind of ridiculous how Courtney thinks they can just claim a person… however, when that person is McLovin, I guess I can kind of get it.”

---

Courtney slices a jalapeno, watching Bonnie carefully as they attempt to dice up a few tomatoes, but lose their grip on the knife every few seconds. 

“Here, let me,” Courtney says with an apologetic smile, taking over for Bonnie as they finish up the jalapeno. “Sorry about last night. I’m sure that wasn’t easy to sleep through.”

“What… sleep?” Bonnie yawns. 

“I guess I just keep letting my emotions get the best of me. I don’t mean to step on anyone’s toes, you know?” Courtney picks up the cutting board and scrapes off the diced tomatoes into a nearby bowl. “Can you grab the cilantro?”

Bonnie nods and drifts across the kitchen before returning. “It’s okay, I get it. And, for the record,” Bonnie smiles, picking apart the cilantro. “I’m on your side.”

Courtney smiles. 

---

COURTNEY: “Bonnie is kind of sweet, actually. Now I get why Caesar won’t listen to anyone else,”

---

Frollo paces back and forth outside the kitchen, looking at the ground with a contemplative stare. He hears some motion in the distance and looks up- seeing a pitch black figure approaching. 

“DEMON!” he yells before running off into the woods. 

Julia rolls her eyes as she walks by, doused in black squid ink. Scruffy blinks at her when she enters the kitchen. “Did you get anything?”

She glares, pulls out a bowl, and then wrings her hair into it, a metric ton of squid ink filling it to the brim. Scruffy blinks, and then shrugs. “Let’s cook,”

Across the kitchen, Max finishes tossing the salad before turning around and seeing Kelly and Austin alone, frosting an amazing looking cake. “Where’s Staci?” he asks. 

The two look at each other and then step apart, revealing a still-unconscious Staci on the floor. Max sighs, walks over, and shakes them awake. 

“Whu- huh? What happened?” Staci looks around, then winces. They look at their finger, still bleeding slightly, and immediately pass out again. 

Max slaps her awake this time, holding her hand away from her face. “You up? Good. Hope you had a good nap, sleeping beauty. Get some rubbing alcohol and band-aids from the medical tent and get back here before I lose my mind. Okay?”

Staci nods and shakily stands, slowly walking out the door. 

Max stands, smacking his palm to his forehead and gritting his teeth. Austin and Kelly make fleeting eye contact. 

“Hey, baby, are you doing alright? You’re not looking so groovy,”

“I’m fine!” he snaps. “I’m doing so awesome, thanks for asking!”

---

MAX: “I hope they all know how close I am to snapping,” he pauses to laugh insanely, holding his head in his hands. “Cause I’m really getting there!”

---

“Woah, dude, calm down,” Michael steps in from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder. Max’s face goes blank and he relaxes a little, losing tension. “You’re gonna give yourself a headache.”

He sighs, exhaling deeply. “I’m… okay. Let’s get this over with,”

---

“Campers, you have twenty more minutes to finish preparing your dishes!”

Courtney glances around the kitchen nervously, surveying the nachos and tacos prepared for the meal. “I feel like we’re missing something…”

Their face goes blank. “Oh my God- the dessert!”

Bonnie and Caesar's tired eyes widen and they look at each other nervously, neither one wanting to step in and volunteer to save the day.

Luckily, McLovin and Ass walk in just before the two have to, laughing to themselves. Courtney’s head whips around to them. “Where have you two been!?”

“Walking, talking, vibing,” McLovin shrugs. “Ass said you had it under control.”

Ass shrugs. “With all your amazing skills, I figured you wouldn’t miss us,”

Courtney glares, holding their arms out for emphasis as they get in Ass’ face. “Thanks for the input, but we’re about to lose! You are so going home!”

“Woah, let’s all take a chill pill,” McLovin steps between the two, holding out his arms. “Court, what’s going on?”

“Bonnie and Caesar are exhausted, you two have been missing for hours, and I didn’t have enough time to finish the dessert!”

McLovin raises an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

“What do you mean is that all?! We’re gonna lose!”

“I can make churros in like, fifteen minutes,” McLovin shrugs. “My abuela taught me this super quick recipe back in grade school.”

Everyone stares. Courtney’s jaw drops. 

---

Staci walks back into the kitchen, dazed and confused, holding a large bottle of rubbing alcohol with their entire hand bandaged. Max narrows his eyes. “What is that?”

“What?” they ask, holding up the gallon container. “Rubbing alcohol?”

“I didn’t want you to bring it back here! And look, you’re getting it all over!”

Staci looks at the ground, where a tiny hole at the bottom of the bottle is leaking a trail of fluid all over. They glare back. “You have no right to criticize me. You’re not in charge today,”

“Scary!” Max yells, before looking around the room. “Where is Scary?”

The other Anons look at each other, and then hear a faint giggling outside. The entire team walks out, Staci leaving the bottle on the counter adjacent to the one with the delicious-looking salad, squid ink pasta, and black forest cake. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Max exclaims. 

 A large wooden stake has been set up just outside the kitchen, a massive pile of sticks under it. Frollo walks around one side, spinning the stake around to reveal Scary tied to it. She giggles again. 

“Jesus Christ is correct, my brother,” Frollo says. “I’m going to burn this witch and free this island of sin.”

Julia turns to Max. “When I said I wanted her gone, this isn’t what I meant!”

“Let her go, now!” Max shouts, though no one dares get any closer. 

Frollo shakes his head and lights a match just as Scary easily slips out of the ropes and somersaults into the woods. He doesn’t notice, though, and drops the match anyway. 

Max’s eyes drift down as the flames consume the wooden pyre, then flit down to the trail of rubbing alcohol leading to the mobile kitchen. 

He sighs. “Oh, sh-”

The steam of liquid immediately catches fire and the mobile kitchen explodes, blasting everyone backwards onto the beach. The Anons stare in shock as a massive bonfire envelops the charred remains of the shiny trailer, and their challenge along with it. 

---

“Mm, amazing! And these churros, man, I’m impressed!” Chris chuckles, dabbing his chin with a cloth napkin. “Fujoshis, despite everything, you’ve really outdone yourselves this time.”

“De-licious!” Chef nods, looking at Courtney. “Have you considered a summer internship in the kitchen? I could save you from this competition.”

Courtney smiles proudly. “I think I’ll stay on the show, but I appreciate that, Sergeant Chef,”

Chef salutes and Chris chuckles again. “Now, time for the-”

The sound of the trailer exploding outside makes everyone jump and run outside. The Anons are lying across the beach, groaning. Chris blinks. 

“Um… oookay... I guess we have a winner, then!” he shouts. The Fujoshis cheer, McLovin hugging Ass and Courtney while Bonnie and Caesar high-five and then both pass out. 

“Anons, I’ll see you- or what’s left of you, anyway- at the campfire tonight!”

---

“Anons… wowwwww. Wow. Just wow!” Chris shakes his head. “And the sad thing is, from what I saw, that weird goth meal looked delicious!” 

Max sighs, massaging his temples. Julia rolls her eyes. 

“You had a lot of mishaps today, some worse than others. But only one of you will be walking the dock of shame, boarding the boat of losers, and never returning. Ever,” 

“Scruffy- you’re safe. 

Max,

Scary- good work today, champ.

Michael, Kelly, Austin- safe!”

Chris looks between the final three marshmallow-less players. “Julia- you’re safe.”

Julia smiles and catches her marshmallow before flicking it at Max’s head. 

“Frollo- your weird 17th century point of view blew up a very expensive trailer, and your team's hard work inside. And Staci- you supplied the ammo. But only one of you is going home tonight. And that person… is…

Frollo,” Chris tosses Staci a marshmallow. “Staci, you’re somehow still in the game.”

Frollo stands, looking unbothered, and begins walking. He stops to whack Max upside the head with his Bible one last time, and then disappears down the dock. 

---

FROLLO: “I set out on a mission. However it turned out, I’ll know that I did well. We’re all in God’s plan. I can only hope the brothers at my church will forgive me for fraternizing outside of the membership…”

---

Max’s eyes open slowly and he sits up, rubbing his head. The campfire area is now abandoned and it’s clearly late at night. 

He looks up as someone walks into the area and offers a hand. He hesitates for a moment, and then takes it, allowing Michael to pull him to his feet. 

“I was just coming to check on you. Julia finally fell asleep,” Michael says. “Sorry you got knocked out.”

Max rubs the back of his head. “I’m just glad that nut is gone,”

Michael nods, looks around for a moment as the silence looms over them, and then begins walking away. Max watches for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “You did well today!”

She turns for a second, smiling. “I’d hope so,” and then walks back to camp. 

Max also smiles- just a tiny bit- and follows a few minutes after, just as Julia peeks around the corner with a frown.

[devastatedloyallute]

Chapter 2 of Bigger Than The Whole Sky -GuitarSpear Fic

Chapter Summary: Cain makes a mistake that gets his brother, Abel, killed. How will his parents react? Read here on AO3 💕

“Okay, I won, you can stop being dead now. Come on, it’s starting to get dark. Dad’s gonna call for us any minute,” Cain said as he nudged his brother with his foot. “Abel, I get it, you’re a great pretender, but games over, let’s go home.” 

After Abel’s refusal to move, Cain grabbed the stick he had used as his weapon in their game, ready to poke him. “I’m gonna poke you again if you don’t get up right now.” He looked down the pointed stick, noticing there was red liquid at its tip. Then it all clicked. He looked Abel over and saw the matching red liquid coming from his chest. He carefully moves his brother's hand over the wound to hide it. ‘Oh no’ was Cain’s only thought as he ran to hide the blood-stained stick off in a bush, before running to get his father.

“DAD! Dad, dad-” Cain came panting, “Abel stopped playing with me, will you come help?”

“What? What’s wrong?” Adam questioned. ‘That’s not like them, they always get along with their games,’ he thought.

“I can’t explain it, you gotta come get him!” as Cain sped off.

As the two arrived at Abel's body, Cain awkwardly looked around, making sure his accidental weapon couldn’t be seen. Adam looked Abel over, unsure of why he wasn’t responding. Adam knelt down and picked him up to carry him home, “He’ll be fine, must just be tuckered out from playing so hard. So what game were you playing this time?”

“We were playing hunters. I was the hunter and he was a bear! Like when we saw mom fight a bear that time, remember? Yeah, so we were playing, and I jabbed the bear ‘cause he was chasing after me. And then Abel stopped playing. Even after I said the game was done, he didn’t get up. I dunno why, maybe he was really tired like you said, I dunno,” Cain said with a nervous shrug.

They made it back to their home shelter, Adam set Abel down on the makeshift bed mat. Cain hurried beside his brother, watching him cautiously. ‘I am gonna be in so much trouble…what do I do?’

The night passed without incident.

In the morning when Abel still did not rise, his skin looking a lot paler as well, Cain grew more anxious. He knew he had done something wrong, but had no way to fix it. Guilt was eating at him, he had to tell someone. He had to tell his mother, she would know what to do.

“Mom? Can I tell you something?” Cain said sheepishly with his eyes looking at his feet.

“Of course, honey, what is the matter?” Eve asked as she knelt to his eye level.

“I…I think I did a bad. A really big bad. I think yesterday while Abel and I were playing, I hurt him really bad. I didn’t mean to! It was just pretend! But…I think I killed him.”

“Killed? Why do you think that?” Eve asked in a skeptical tone.

“It was like when you killed that bear that was attacking us. You poked it really hard and then it stopped moving. We were playing hunters and he was the bear. After I poked him he was bleeding, I think.”

“Oh my,” Eve brought her hand to her mouth, “Where was your father during this?!”

“He was at home, why?” Cain questioned.

“He should have been watching you two! If he was, this wouldn't have happened!” Eve stood, and headed off towards home.

“ADAM!” Hearing such an aggressive tone, one that he had only ever heard her use when defending against the wildlife, Adam’s head snapped in the direction of her voice. Eve was heading at him, enraged. He’d never seen such rage in her eyes before.

“Eve? I’ve been giving you your space, what did I do??” His hands raised and a tinge of fear in his voice. She had never raised her voice at him or even confronted him, much less aggressively.

“Where’s Abel?” Eve asked, though it was less of a question and more of a demand.

“He’s still asleep! He musta been really tired from yesterday,” Adam stated as Eve began to look for her son. She found him, pale and cold to the touch. 

“He isn’t sleeping you dunce, he’s dead!” Eve uncovered the wound hidden under Abel's hand. Adam had come over to see for himself, and sure enough, there was a small gaping hole in Abel’s chest.

“I swear that wasn’t there yesterday. How did that even happen?!” Adam stared in shock and disbelief.

“You weren’t watching the boys, that’s how! You’re supposed to watch over them, keep them safe! Cain stabbed him with a stick during their game!”

“How was I to know this would happen?! They’ve always been fine without much supervision before, why would this time have been different? And by that, he learned it from you, after watching you kill that bear,” Adam gestured to her.

“Oh, so, what was I meant to do? Let the bear kill all of us?” Eve threw her arms up in a huff.

Cain watched his parents back and forth as they continued to argue. This was his fault, but he didn’t think he would really kill his brother when reenacting their mother’s bear fight. It really was an accident.

Eve grabbed Cain by the wrist, “We’re leaving, you will not be seeing us again. Oh, and you might want to start digging a hole to bury him. I will not stand to bury my own son.”

Cain followed his mother but looked over his shoulder to see his father. Adam stood defeated, his shoulders slouched, and looking at Abel’s body.

 “I’m sorry,” Cain pouted.

“This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. But you will have to live with this for the rest of your life,” Eve tried to comfort him. 

“Can I fix it somehow?” He looked at her with pleading eyes.

“I don’t think so, honey,” she squeezed his hand, “but I’ll be with you through it.”

Adam watched as they left, an emptiness growing in his chest. As reality set in he fell to his knees. He was alone yet again. After a bit of collecting himself, he brings himself to the body of his son. He felt pains in his heart, now understanding that his son was gone. 

He set a large stone at the head of the hole he had spent the last hour digging, before slowly lowering Abel into it. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks as he began filling the hole. ‘What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Why?!’

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Years passed, but Adam never left the place he had called home, despite the horrible memories. Day and night, in and out, he grieved at his lost son’s grave. He rarely ate, and couldn’t bear to go too far from the grave, in fear that a wild animal would come and dig Abel out of the ground while he was gone and Adam would have to deal with the emotions of burying him again. 

When Adam awoke, he was no longer beside his son’s grave. He was now in the clouds. “What is this? Where am I?”

“Welcome first man, Adam. This is Heaven. You are the first human soul to arrive,” said the angel who appeared in front of him.

“Huh? How did I get here? What about my home?” He questioned frantically, looking around.

“You must have passed in your sleep. You died.” The angel avoided eye contact, and disregarded his questions. 

“Oh. Alright, so I guess nothing down there matters anymore. So what do I do here?”

“Whatever you like,” The angel gestured to the rest of Heaven.

“Great, so a whole lot of nothing. Being alone again. Forever. Cool,” Adam rolled his eyes in contempt.

“Not quite, there are other angels here. Soon enough there will be other souls here,”

“Wait, so, will my family be here too? What about my son? He died before me, is he here?”

“Unfortunately, not everyone comes here. Those who have committed sins do not. Your wife, Eve, did commit the first sin, which is what got you removed from paradise. She will not be here. One of your sons, Cain, will also not be here when he dies. He committed the first murder.”

“But that was an accident! He never meant to do that, they were children playing a game. They were good kids.” Adam argued.

“Accident or not, it makes no difference. Sin is sin. You will understand that in time. Those who belong here will be here.”

The angel left in a flash of light, leaving Adam feeling conflicted. Maybe they were right. He must have done something right if he ended up here. 

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[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"

[dimalink]

Carnivores – walking around warm tropical green forest with a dinosaurs

While, I was sitting at the village house.  It is cold, now. It is true cold. And at winter it will be even more cold. But it is, already, cold. In a forest. I played in Carnivores. It is a game about dinosaur hunting. In ancient tropical forest. It is all about science there. It is ancient made by scientists island. And it is different dinosaurs. And, you can hunt them. And, even, better – to use a gun with tranquilize. To not to destroy dinosaurs. For this you will get more scores. And game catch me because it is unusual. Of course, it is action, but it is not as dynamical as Quake.

Here you need to watch dinosaurs. To move slow, and to run at some places. It has its own way of control. More for simulation. Then for action. A and Z - it is to go. Mouse is for rotating a direction. And shift for run. Push shift - you run. Push again - just walk. It is like a simulation of not evil hunter. You collect some data for scientists, saying short. So, this way I describe all this for myself. Game was made a lot of time ago.  Also, there are two video modes. Usual graphics and 3dfx graphics. In a folder with a game, it was a separate launching exe file.

So, I get warming. And, while, it is cold, so, I play this warm game. And, I use weapons with tranquilizer.

So, what the way to play it – I do not understand. And, in theory, you can complete this game. You are sending at the ground. At the island. It is big open landscape. And you are walking. You have only five patrons. And you need to shoot very carefully. And, as I understand, you need to shoot and send to sleep dinosaurs for some time, for all patrons you have. So, maybe, level will be completed.

It is such interesting videogame. But, I play – for my own interest. I walk here and there. I walk around green grass. Through trees, I go up to the hills. A little I go in a water. It is such a game travel. And shoot a little. Action, dynamic, I can say.

So, I can recommend this game for free time. To watch a green views, in age of three dimension acceleration. And a little to shoot at dinosaurs.

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