#you guys just got bombed you need to stick together

[chocogoldie]

Love Slip

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contains: established relationship, a bit suggestive at one point

short continuation of Nip Slip 18+

It's been a while since the two of you started dating. Approximately three months, two days and forty-three minutes. But who's keeping count?

During your time together, you've come to learn many things about the blond ticking time bomb:

One, he's a very organized and clean guy. He has to-do lists separated into categories in his phones' notepad app, a strict schedule he follows everyday to stay in shape — not that he needs it, but getting to brag about being able to lift you up certainly strokes his ego — and an extremely neat room that stays neat no matter what. He brushes his teeth three times a day, eats healthy meals, has a proper skincare routine and smells of sweet caramel even when he's dripping with sweat coming back from the gym or from an intense training session with your classmates. ln short, his hygiene is top notch.

Two, he's a little bit of a gym freak. Not that you'd ever mind, you even find it hot most of the time, but sometimes he gets provoked by his other gym buddies, mainly Kirishima and Kaminari, to try out all sorts of exercises with you on his back. Push-ups, squats, even yoga poses, literally anything they can think of just to see if it'd work. You've fallen on your ass more than he'd like, or care, to admit. Not because he wasn't strong, no, but because you cannot concentrate on holding onto him for the life of you, always getting distracted by the way his muscles flex and how he grunts from exertion. It's a sight for sore eyes, strands of hair sticking to his forehead while his usually spiky hair dampens and falls down beautifully, framing his face. It reminds you of your first night together, so of course you wouldn't be able to pay attention to anything else. You don't mention how incredibly good he looks in his compression shirts. Yes, he bought multiple after you oggled him up and hinted at loving the way they fit muscly men.

And last but not least, he's clingier than anyone you've ever met which is a stark, and quite frankly adorable, contrast to his sharp appearance. You're working on some assignments? He's bringing you food and making himself comfortable on your bed while putting on a weird dating show on the TV, occasionally checking up on you to remind you to take breaks. You're going for a quick grocery run? He doesn't waste a second to throw on whatever clothes he can find and join you, walking around the store with the shopping cart and imagining you two as a married couple well into your marriage shopping for your little family. You're taking a bath? Scooch over, he's helping you wash your hair and back. You're feeling sad? He's bringing your favorite ice cream and listening to you vent while gently running his hands over your face, back, thighs, arms, anywhere to soothe you. He cradles your face when your sobbing gets louder, pressing his forehead against yours to help ground you into reality, to snap yourself out of your worries by murmuring “I'm here, baby,” or “I got you”. All in all, he's a big softie for you.

He often shows his affection through his actions, but sometimes when the two of you are alone and in the silence of your bedrooms, he pushes his embarrassment aside and spills his heart out. He vents about hero work, about how he doesn't think he's good enough, or rather, nice enough to be a hero, always ending up berating people to hide his true intentions and words. It's something he's always struggled with, but he's been working on it constantly with you, his friends, and in therapy. He tells you everything about what happened during his time in highschool, how the man literally died for a minute, and how much that impacted his life onwards. You listen intently and comfort him through it, crushing him into a tight embrace to remind him you're there for him as well and that you'd do anything to make him happy. He tells you that your presence is enough.

He whispers soft “I love you”'s each night before you two drift off to sleep, letting his hand rest on the small of your back underneath your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his to be able to sleep. The warmth your body provides gets rid of his reoccurring nightmares and allows him to sleep soundly throughout the night with you by his side. And he very quickly realizes he never wants to lose you. Ever.

Because he might've slipped into having a little crush on you, but he willingly chose to fall in love with you.

© chocogoldie 2024. do not translate, copy, or repost.

a/n: a little smth i came up with while waiting for the poll to finish :3 hope u enjoyed it! not proofread

[fluff-lover]

Healing Touch | Chapter 2: Broken Hearts

Logan Howlet x fem!Reader

Story summary: You’re a new member of the X-Men. Your mutation allows you to heal other people: you can close any wound, and cure any sickness. You’re not a fighter at all, but you’re useful at the battle field when it comes to saving injured mutants.

The one thing you can’t heal? It’s a broken heart. Sadly, that’s exactly what Logan needs: in love with a woman who doesn't love him back, and only having pieces of a broken past, Logan needs all the help he can get. He’s too stubborn to ask, but you make it your mission to be there for him.

Masterlist

Being in love with someone who is in love with someone else is hard enough, but living in the same house? That's straight up masochism.

Jean made it clear, she would never leave Scott, and Logan knew better than to try and get between them. He loved her too much to cause her trouble anyway. He wanted her to be happy. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch them carry on a happy, healthy relationship. To wake up every morning to an empty bed, knowing the woman he loved was just a few doors away, in the arms of another man… it was too much sometimes, his only comfort being at the end of a bottle. 

He knew that if he wanted to move on from Jean, he needed to leave the mansion. There was no way he would stop loving her if he kept seeing her everyday. But on the other hand he couldn’t leave, not now that he finally felt like home, not when he felt he owed his life to Charles and his cause. There were other people in his life he cared about. His Rouge, Hank, Ororo… you…

Leaving wasn’t an option.

You knew exactly what he was going through, because you felt the same way about him. 

Falling in love with Logan was easy. He was handsome, strong, brave, he was kind to you and protective of the students. He kept training you to fight and was always ready to lend a hand whenever you needed something. 

Some nights when he couldn’t fall asleep you would stay with him and you would watch tv or walk around the garden, maybe even go out for a drink. Most of the time you would sit on a bench in the garden and just enjoy the evening sky. 

At the beginning he was very quiet and getting him to open up to you took time, but eventually you reached a point where you could stay up all night talking about anything and everything, as long as it wasn’t too personal. Soon you two formed a beautiful friendship. You wanted more, but Ororo warned you about his infatuation with Jean. 

You didn’t know what hurt the most: watching him in love with someone else, or watching him get his heart broken. 

If he gave you a chance you would love him unconditionally. That is if he even let himself be loved. He was so firmly convinced he didn’t deserve love, you doubted he would fully open up to someone. Even if Jean were to leave Scott for him, would Logan stay? Would he accept her love? Jean said it herself: the good guy sticks around. 

Logan didn’t know how to love, or how to BE loved. Simple things like wrapping your arm around his as you walked together, or giving him a little gift felt like defusing a bomb. He didn’t know what to do with himself, he didn’t know how to act when he received any form of affection. It put him on edge. 

One time he mentioned he lost his lighter, so you went out and got him a new one. It was such a silly little thing, yet it threw him off completely. He stared at the lighter that rested on his big palm as if it was a foreigner object. All while you watched him awkwardly. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked nervously.

“I do.” He mumbled before clearing his throat. “Thanks.” Then he put it in his pocket and walked away, leaving you standing there confused.

Logan didn’t talk to you for three days after that. Not because he was mad at you, he just couldn’t remember the last time someone gifted him something and he didn’t know what to do. You were convinced he hated it, but you were far from right: you had no idea how much he actually appreciated it, loved it even. Every night when Logan stepped outside to a balcony to smoke a cigar, he would run his thumb across the engraving and think of you. The hopeful look in your eyes etched in his memory. You were such a sweet thing, he didn’t know why you bother spending time with him, let alone buy him a present.

You let him have his space, and by the fourth day he came by your room to ask you if you wanted a ride for your next trip to the hospital. The way your face lit up made Logan promise himself he would do better for you, that he would be a better friend because you deserved it.

And then shit hit the fan.

It was a Saturday night and most teachers were hanging out in the common area, talking and sharing snacks. You and Logan were sitting next to each other having a couple of beers and sharing a bowl of nachos, when Jean and Scott walked in, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“How was date night?” Ororo asked with a cheeky smile. Jean smiled widely and showed her hand, a beautiful ring resting on her finger.

“We’re engaged!” She announced while Scott smiled proudly. The room erupted in cheers.

“Congratulations!” “About time!” “You finally popped the question, Summers!” “You guys are so cute together!” There was no doubt Jean and Scott were the “IT” couple in the mansion. Everyone took turns to congratulate and hug the couple, yourself included. You were happy for them, you knew they loved each other very much and wished them a long, happy life together. But you also dreaded how this announcement would affect Logan.

Just as you predicted, he was hurt by it, and while everyone celebrated the couple, you saw him get up and leave the room in a hurry.

You shared a concerned look with Hank and Ororo. You knew what they were thinking: if anyone could comfort him, it was you.

When you walked out the room Logan was nowhere to be seen. The first place you checked was his room, but he either wasn’t there, or he was refusing to open the door. After pondering for a moment, you decided to check outside. 

Logan sat on a bench. Your bench. The one you two would sit together whenever he had a nightmare, when he wanted a smoke, or simply be with you.

When you found him, he had his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, and your heart broke for him. You approached him quietly, but his voice made you stop. 

“Go away.” He grumbled.

You sighed and stood there for a moment, debating whether you should leave or push your luck a little bit more.

“It’s a free country.” You finally said before sitting down next to him. Logan groaned and straightened on the bench. He knew he wasn’t getting rid of you: you were an annoyingly good friend.

Neither of you said anything for a moment. What could you possibly say? Instead you threw a leg over the bench, so you were fully facing him, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Pulling him gently towards you, you pressed his side against your chest. Logan instantly leaned on you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Logan.” You whispered, your cheek pressed against the back of his head. “I know what it feels like to be in love with someone who loves someone else.” You said, leaving out the part where he was the one causing you this pain.

Logan couldn’t remember the last time he was comforted like this. For the first time ever he didn’t fight it. His strong front cracked and he let himself melt against you, too tired and weary to keep fighting his feelings.

“Tell me what I can do to help.” You whispered and felt Logan shake his head against your shoulder.

“This. Just this.” He replied in a low, gravelly voice.

You sat there like this for a while in complete silence, forgotten to the rest of the world, the moon being your only witness. Your hand rubbed soothing circles on Logan’s back, and if it wasn’t because you were so worried about him you would’ve tried to soak in the feeling of him in your arms.

“You know… The one thing I wish I could heal the most is the one thing my powers can’t heal.” You pulled back and Logan straightened again, this time looking back at you. 

“What’s that?” He asked.

You placed your hand on his cheek lovingly and smiled sadly.

“A broken heart.” You whispered.

Logan closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that if there was any way you could take his pain away, you would do it. You were so selfless, always wanting to help people around you.

“You really are an angel, aren’t you? Is there any time of the day you’re not ridiculously kind?” He joked.

“I see you still have your sense of humor, that’s good.” You joked back. “You gonna be okay?”

Logan nodded his head.

“I’ll live.” He answered. “Could use a drink, tho.”

“Alright, let’s go!” You said before getting up from the bench and offering him your hand.

“Where are we going?” He asked, confused.

“To get you a drink and get me some ice cream.” You replied with a wide smile. 

Logan chuckled and shook his head.

“Let’s go get you that ice cream then, Angel.” He said as he took your hand and stood up.

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Im rewatching OBX again and when John b said im only using her when he said another thing to Sarah and then kie told Sarah you said you were using her I would of been like uhhh what I lowkey would of been pissed and walked off to see if John b would of chased after me kinda want this made into a fic if you want if not please ignore it LOL

pairing: john b routledge x kook!reader

a/n: sarah's better than me bc i would've cried over this scene lol

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This was a bad idea. You told yourself it was a bad idea and still went through with it, so you only had to blame yourself. 

Your whole life you had seen the Pogue versus Kook dynamic for yourself; you just never thought you’d become a piece of it.

John B gave you a sense of adventure, of something new. Running to Chapel Hill with him had been so easy. You were usually a ball of anxiety, but he made everything seem like it would be okay, no matter the outcome. 

Which led you here, walking your bike through the wooded area of The Cut with John B by your side. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to try and get along with his friend group, but unfortunately, where John B went, JJ, Kie, and Pope weren’t far behind. 

“I’m really nervous about this, John B,” You admitted as the Chateau came into view. “She’s not gonna be happy.”

John B shrugged slightly, apparently not realizing the bomb he was about to implode in his own house, “She’ll be fine. It’ll be cool, I promise.”

You shook your head, not really convinced but also not wanting to cause a scene over it. “So you guys found the gold, but under an axe murderer’s house?”

“Well, yeah. Kind of. I mean, the only thing is the well is super sketchy deep.”

You looked over at him, the excitement in his eyes making you slightly jealous that you’d missed out. Normally, you’d run at the idea of half the shit they got themselves into, but John B’s presence was almost addicting.

“Wish I was there,” You joked, leaning into him slightly as he took the bike from your hold so you could walk closer to him. 

“You will be, tonight,” He smiled at you, warmth taking over as you blushed. John B had managed to make it feel like you guys had been close friends your whole life, and you were slowly falling in love with that feeling.

“Is um… is that okay?” You knew it wasn’t, but you had to ask. 

John B shifted the bike into his casted hand, reaching the other one over for you to grab so he could squeeze it. “Yeah, it will be. And if they push back, we’ll figure something out. Vlad and Val gotta stick together, right?”

You nodded, but John B could tell you weren’t convinced and it was a little bit of a hit to your confidence. Kiara had never really liked you, instantly envious of your life and the way John B, JJ, and Pope always had heart eyes when they saw you. She saw you as a threat and that meant she wouldn’t be happy about your involvement in the slightest, especially when she put together that you were more than friends with John B.

“You’re a bad liar, but I’ll go with it,” You teased quietly, “If she’s gonna get territorial, I’m not fighting her, John B.”

“Hey, hey, just listen.” John B tugged on your hand so you’d stop walking and face him. “You’re a part of this too, okay? You got us the plat map. You got me into Chapel Hill. Your dad offered to cover for me. Once we get with everybody, they’re gonna be excited.”

You tried to let his enthusiasm sway you, but it wasn’t working well. And as Kiara walked out of the Chateau to see you on the couch next to John B, you knew you were right. 

“No fucking way. You brought her here? So what? She’s in on this now?” Annoyance and anger were evident in her voice and you shrunk back into the couch as she practically bitched at you. 

Pope shrugged. He had always thought you were super nice. He delivered groceries to your home and you’d overtipped each time, knowing the money was needed more in his pocket than yours. 

“Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share,” JJ pointed toward the boy sitting next to you. “No offense.”

You shook your head at JJ, a small smile on your face. A winky response told you he was kidding. Similar to Pope, you’d seen JJ plenty at the country club when he played server for a few hours.  You tried to request him each time you and Sarah visited, keeping him away from Rafe, Topper, and Kelce as best as possible. And you didn’t do it to prove a point, you did it because you cared. You’d watched some of the best people in your life get treated so poorly just for living on the other half of the island. 

“You know, I don’t remember taking a vote,” Kiara continued, “This is our thing. A Pogue thing. We were all extremely comfortable until you brought her.”

You tried to refrain from rolling your eyes at her unnecessary anger. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” You defended.

“Then leave.”

JJ coughed on his weed pen from the chair next to you, obviously uncomfortable with the growing tension. “I… am remaining indifferent.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Of course, I know what that means, Pope, I-”

Kiara glared at both boys, upset that it seemed nobody was taking her side. 

You shook your head, realizing this was causing more trouble than you intended. “I told you,” You mumbled to John B.

“Told him what, exactly? That you’re a liar?”

All niceties went out the window at the accusation and you faced Kiara with an anger you’d hidden for a while. “No, that you’re a shit-talking bitch! You know nothing about me, Kiara. And you just hate me for no reason, so-”

“Everybody shut up!” John B yelling had you flinching back into your seat, the emotions overwhelming as silence fell around you. He looked at the curly-haired girl standing in front of you. “Kie, you are my best friend, right? And Y/N, you’re…”

The hesitation in his voice made your heart skip but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to push past the friendship boundary into something bigger. 

“...You’re my girlfriend.”

Kiara crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s your girlfriend now? What was all that talk about you were just using her for information? Get a map, cut her loose.”

The snide comment hit you like a smack in the face as you glanced over at John B. The way he refused to look at you told you it was true and you frowned. “You said you were using me?”

“No?”

“Yeah, you did.” Three voices agreed in return and you closed your eyes in frustration. 

Another strike to the heart. Shaking your head to yourself, you got up off the couch. “I’m just gonna go. Thanks for ruining another good thing for me, Kiara. Always appreciated.”

Without another word, you shoved open the screen door and let it slam behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you grabbed your bike from its spot against the house and started walking.

John B was yelling your name behind you, but you refused to stop. The back of your hand brushed away tears as fast as they came. You knew, you knew this was a bad idea. You were so quick to trust someone with your feelings and it always bit you in the ass.

“Hey, hey!” His Converse crunched leaves on the ground as he tried to catch up to you.

You tossed your bike aside when he grabbed your shoulder and you turned to him to let him see the full result of his comment. “Why did you lie to me?” You asked, voice cracking against your wishes. “John B, I told you I was already nervous to get involved with her, and then you… you just used me?”

“I’m sorry! That- it wasn’t like that! At first, yeah it started off that way, but love walked in, okay? I didn’t expect it, but I’m not gonna act like it isn’t true,” He defended.

You laughed and looked away from him. “God, I know better. I know better and I still let you walk in my life and take what you needed because I wanted you. I still want you, even knowing you just used me to your benefit. That’s not love.”

John B opened his mouth to argue but apparently couldn’t find the words. You shook your head and pulled your bike up from the ground, shrugging out of his grip as you climbed on. “Hope it was worth it, John B. Tell Kiara she won, again.”

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[earlycuntsets]

"Wanted: 1979 Pontiac Trans Am

Tuesday March 24, 2009 | Posted by: Gerard

Some of you, who have seen my twitter about wanting a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am, may be asking yourselves, "Is this for real?"

And my answer to you is one-hundred percent MFR ("Mad Fucking Real" for short).

Some of you may be asking, "Why?" , so I provided this photograph to answer your questions, and if you need further persuasion-

Quite simply, I need the vehicle for "research and exploration". I will be researching the high-voltage hydra known as the 9th dimension , I will be exploring the barriers of speed and time, the history of heavy-metal haircuts, and the 24-Hr rest-stop cappuccino.

I will be chasing the "electric-manticore", and unlocking the riddle of "Muscle Mystery" in this muscle-machine, and it will most likely occur in the desert.

Now that I've assuaged your curiosity, here's what I'm looking for, more or less, and some might think I'm picky, but I think you should be picky when looking for such an important piece of scientific equipment.

***What I want*** First and foremost, I want a good car. It doesn't have to be great, it doesn't need to have been kept in an airtight garage for 30 years, but I would prefer something that's not a piece of shit. I would like it to be in California, close to or within the greater Los Angeles area. I would also like "the fast engine" to show you how much I know about cars, though I have friends with vast automotive knowledge, and my father was a mechanic when I was a child. I want it to run, run well, and have no rust. Oh and it needs to be an automatic, as I can't drive stick (suprise!).

***Colors and specifics*** Exteriors (in order of awesome): Silver, the color of steel, and the eye of the falcon. Faded, slightly shitty, or semi-bombed out looking Nocturne Blue. This color looks great with some age. Mad-Max Black. Shitty bombed-out Red/Orange

Obviously I am looking for something with a bit of character but I will settle for better shape for a better car.

I am open to other things but I absolutely do not want Gold, Brown, or that frigging Smokey and The Bandit car- that shit is whack.

Interiors (again in "awesome order") Red leather (combined with a silver exterior is an ideal car for me- like a fucking Mach-5 red-velvet cupcake with Terminator 2 frosting) Black leather (of course) Blue (cuz it's cool, but this limits what I can paint the exterior if I choose to do so) Interior material is not as much a deal breaker as a bad color.

I've seen the "Anniversary Edition" '79 Trans and I like it but something about the silver leather interior rubs me weird. Looks like pudding, and a light color will only stain when I shit my pants as I tear-ass through scorched earth.

T-Tops a BIG plus.

All of this stuff I am semi-flexible on, as I just want a great car, but I think I will know the right one when I see it.

***Important*** No scams or hustles. I won't have cash on me, and I'm not important enough to kidnap, but if you've got the right car and the right "vibe" I can find us someone important enough to kidnap together- IN-THE-CAR-YOU-JUST-SOLD-ME. Like, for example, the Jonas Brothers. I have been on T.V. and I have access.

You bring the 'bird- I'm bringing "British Steel" by Judas Priest.

xo g

PS- Thanks for everyone's help thus far- you guys are great. I will be looking in the twitter replies for leads. ***Update*** I have noticed that some people are wondering if I am having a mid-life crisis or asking why I am not buying a station wagon or something for a baby. Answers! Firstly, I am only 31, so I have a bit of time before that whole "crisis" thing, and secondly- I've run the numbers on car safety and have come to the conclusion that this IS the car for the baby. This thing is a tank. Usually, when people get into accidents while driving a Trans Am they usually ask "How is the other guy?". Trust me. I got this."

from gerards blog on mychemicalromance.com 03/24/2009

[heygreyyart]

Hello!! It's been ages I wrote something this long in my second language and holy. shit. This was hard you guys, i think i'll stick to drawing lmao. This only fuels my admiration to you, writers!! also, enjoy this art wip in the meantime (●'◡'●)

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For Janna’s sake -- if she could shut up for only five seconds.

Calloused fingers run through the curly back of his chestnut hair, as Viktor shut his eyes attempting to pace himself down.

An exasperated sigh escaped from his pursed lips, the slender scientist had been unknowingly trapped against the desk from his own laboratory as the small, freckled frame against him defied the towering height between their bodies, thin arms positioned around him menacingly.

In a way, he found this endearing - Viktor knew she was trying to compensate for the lack of physical height between them by cornering him...little did she know, the scientist enjoyed it behind his unamused facade.

On the other hand, he hated the loud and dramatic antics Ella constantly played whenever they didn’t agree on anything – an unfortunate daily occurrence. 

“You’re making a scene, again. “ He muttered, his hoarse, tired voice lacking patience. He spent the past thirteen hours tinkering and testing some new calculations for the Hextech crystals. Just like his co-worker, the blue gems frantically reacted out of proportion. Dark eyes locked into his golden gaze, demanding him to continue speaking. Plump lips huffing as her arms slowly backed away, crossing around her chest in a swift motion. He noticed the red swelling in her eyes. Viktor assumed Ella spent the afternoon crying – a habit he once witnessed only because he found her wrecking her own sketches and cursing in a language he didn’t quite understand a night after sharing a meeting with council Medarda and the rest of that godforsaken rounded table. The little firecracker hated it when someone else had so much control over her… so of course, the most obvious route of action was to crawl back to him for a rematch. 

“You interpreted everything I said earlier in the worst possible way. As usual.” The red haired woman took a deep breath, puncturing eyes silently stared at his now perplexed features. If looks could kill, he knew for sure he’d end up laying cold dead for being too blunt for his own good. The grasp in his cane strengthened as he embraced Ella's impact.

Hot or cold and no way in between, that’s how it had always been. Ella would either ignore him for a couple of hours (or maybe a day or two if he was lucky enough), then she’d return to the lab in the middle of the night, angrily slam the door while making everyone around aware she was pissed as hell and curse him in every colourful and possible way.

Viktor didn’t care too much, he’d gotten far too used to her explosive attitude after spending six tortuous months working together. “Now it’s a good time for you to say whatever you actually meant to say today during our meeting.” She spat. 

What Ella lacked in height she manifested with her threatening attitude. For once she decided not to call him by his name. “Viktor” had a nicer ring in her ears but he didn’t deserve her sugar coated purrs.  

“You do realize what you did today will basically, fuck me and my team all over. Right? We need the funding. Jayce was this close to close the d–” “I am aware.” Viktor snapped quickly, dark eyebrows furrowing with frustration. 

“What you were not aware of, is the fact we do not need these businesses to use –exploit! – what we are doing here. We have enough resources to allow them to turn this revolutionary step for all humanity into a pathetic sponsor deal." 

The slender man got up and backed away from the bomb exploding right in front of him. He noticed the redhead clamped her hands furiously and impulsively slapped the hard and cold surface of the desk. 

“So fuck the rest, right? As long as you and Jayce have enough toys to play in your lab. Is that all you care about, Viktor? This funding would have allowed us to display this project everywhere in Piltover, all of Runeterra even! Alas, improving our chances to continue what we’re doing for at least two more years.” The artist let out a frustrated, resigned sigh. Manicured hands covered her face in a fruitless attempt of self soothing. White spotted fingers quickly moved to the immense hair bun to remove one thick brush that kept the hairdo from falling down only to re-do her characteristic hairstyle. Viktor had noticed that this was another habit of hers, a routine to avoid descending into madness. Nothing this woman did went unnoticed by anyone– especially to his attentive eyes. “I understand you never actually had to go through cutting expenses, the academy has a tendency to only reject the art department’s projects and practically fire everyone... “

She started, eyes wandering around the laboratory looking for anything to distract the angry and loud pounding of her heart. “Excuse me? You don’t have the faintest idea what I had to endure to get where I – �� 

Viktor raised his voice, his accent thick and rabid. His slender figure drew near to her, and for a moment he fantasized of whacking the brat’s head with his cane. “--But we’re required to explain every little spending we do.” Ella cut him off defiantly. 

“And unfortunately…I can’t say “science happened” like Jayce and you love to tell Heimerdinger whenever you spent last three month’s expenses for just one test.” “Science happened?” Viktor repeatedly exasperated. Speechless.

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part 2 of feeling this?

Hi! I hope you like this! I want to turn it into an actual series as long as people like it:)

Feeling This - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Part 1

No warning, just Fluff and Ethan being a sweetie pie🥹

Summary: Ethan helps you study

Ethan was so giddy as he walked back to his dorm that night, he felt like he was floating instead of walking. Chad high-fived him when he mentioned how he went back for the kiss.

“Yes, dude! I’m proud of you!” Chad said, as Ethan sat there beaming. “You never know, you might not be a virgin forever after all.”

Ethan’s face dropped a little, “I don’t want her to think that’s what I want from her, ya know?”

Chad took in the tone change, looking over his friend’s face, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying, most people in relationships sleep together. If you guys get serious, it could happen.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I just want to get to know her, and hopefully she doesn’t think I’m a total fucking loser,” he sighed, flopping onto his bed.

“She doesn’t. Saturday will be great,” Chad said, Ethan’s face starting to perk back up.

He heard his phone ding in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number. After reading it over, he realized that it was you.

You: Hey, I got your number from Mindy…I hope you don’t mind.

You: Thanks for walking me home😊

Ethan: Of course😘

As soon as he sent the kiss-face, he felt like an idiot. The last thing he wanted to do was come off too strong.

You: Goodnight😘

His heart skipped a beat in his chest when you responded with the same emoji, but he decided to lock his phone before he did anything to actually embarrass himself.

You woke up earlier than you normally did the next morning. You usually don’t have time to stop for coffee on the way to class, always having to settle for your roommates Keurig to get the energy you needed to get through the first half of the day.

As you walked into the coffee shop, you bumped into Chad.

“Hey, good morning!” he greeted, and you started to wonder why he was here. He seemed like he already had plenty of energy before 8am.

“Good morning,” you said, the groggy tone in your voice making him laugh.

“Not a morning person, huh?” he asked, grabbing the cup from the barista.

“Not really. I woke up early today, so I have time to get coffee before class,” you said, before placing your order.

“Well, I gotta go. I need to get this to Tara before her first class,” he said, you sticking your bottom lip out at how cute that was.

“That’s so sweet! I’ll see you around, Chad,” you said, waving to him as he made his way towards the door.

After you got your coffee, you went to your first class. You listened to the professor talk about how so many of the students failed the last test, and that a lot of people are going to be surprised when the grades are posted. You started to feel sick as you thought back to the test, knowing that you were most likely one of the students that didn’t pass.

After making it through the rest of your morning, you decided to go to lunch with Mindy. That’s when you got the notification that your new grade had been posted.

“Fuuuck,” you groaned, seeing a 54 in bright red.

“What’s wrong?” Mindy asked as she sat across from you.

“I just bombed this test for my Philosophy class,” you sighed, as Mindy started to smile.

“Ethan took that class last semester. Ask him to study with you,” she said, taking a bite of your food.

You pulled out your phone, pulling up the message thread with Ethan.

You: Hey, how did you do in Philosophy last semester?🧐

Ethan: It was hard, but I passed it.😅

You: Wanna help me study?

Ethan: Of course. When?

You: I don’t have any morning classes tomorrow, if you’d maybe want to meet in the library?

Ethan: I have a morning class, but I could meet you at 10?

You: Perfect, I’ll see you then😊

“You’re a genius, and I love you,” you said to Mindy as you locked your phone.

“So…Ethan walked you home last night. How’d that go?” she asked, desperately wanting some details.

“He walked me to the door, and came back a few minutes later to kiss me,” you said, smiling as you thought back to it.

“I don’t know if he actually needed Chad and I’s help,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “He’s had a thing for you for months. He never shuts up about you.”

You blushed at her words, loving how sweet he was.

After lunch, the rest of the day flew by. The exhaustion set in as you tried to work on your assignments, passing out on the bed with your laptop in front of you.

When you woke up the next morning, you checked your phone, noticing a goodnight text from Ethan. You were a little bummed that you weren’t awake to respond, but once you noticed the time, you jumped out of bed and quickly changed. You had fifteen minutes to get to the library to meet with Ethan, and you didn’t want to be late and waste his time.

You ran into the library, scanning the room for the curly-haired boy. He was sitting at a table, working on his computer.

“Hey,” you said, taking a seat beside him.

“Hey, this is for you,” he said, handing over a coffee.

“You got me coffee?” you asked, taking a sip. “You got me my favorite drink.”

“Yeah, my roommate is a stalker and listened to your order yesterday to pass it along to me,” he laughed, as he started to type again.

“It’s really sweet that you did this for me,” you said, pulling out your computer. “And it’s really sweet that you’re taking time out of your day to help me.”

His cheeks had a pink tint to them, “I get to spend time with you. I don’t care if it’s just to study.”

Your heart swelled at his words as you pulled up your assignments, showing Ethan the most recent score on your test.

“Holy shit,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s okay, we’ll get your grade back up. I’ll study with you every day if we have to.”

“I hope I can get it back up. My scholarship kind of depends on my GPA being at least a 3.5,” you sighed, as Ethan looked over to you.

“It’ll be fine. Okay, Introduction to Philosophy…”

You studied with Ethan for over two hours, the both of you accidentally skipping lunch. He was a great tutor, but every time he got closer to you to explain something, you felt your heart race.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get to my next class. My day is full tomorrow, but we can spend some time studying before our date on Saturday if you want,” Ethan said, putting his laptop in his backpack.

“That sounds great. Thanks again, Ethan,” you said, standing up and giving him a hug. He pecked your lips as he pulled away, the simple gesture giving you a severe case of butterflies.

“I’ll text you later,” he said, walking towards the exit.

Your smile was huge as you stood there, taking a second to enjoy the feeling before packing your stuff to head to your film studies class.

[brainddeadd]

Day Three

masterlist

You woke up on Day 3 with a new game plan: Today, you will smother Matt into oblivion. It was time to unleash the clingiest, neediest version of yourself and see how fast you could make him squirm. No guy sticks around when you’re all over them—right?

With a wicked grin, you grabbed your phone and fired off a series of texts.

8:04 AM

Good morning!!! :) Thinking about you already <3

8:07 AM

Hey, are you awake?

8:15 AM

Should I bring you coffee? What’s your go-to order? <3 I want to memorize it!!!

You sat back, satisfied, waiting for him to respond. The goal was to text-bomb him into submission. But instead of getting annoyed, Matt responded almost immediately.

8:17 AM

Matt:

Wow, morning person much? Coffee sounds good, though—black with one sugar. You serious?

Damn it, you thought. He was supposed to tell you to back off, not accept your offer. You sighed but stayed committed.

You:

Of course! Anything for you <3 Be there in 30!

---

Step One: The Surprise Visit

By the time you showed up at Matt’s place—coffee in hand—you expected him to look either confused or mildly annoyed. But when he opened the door, standing there in sweatpants and a hoodie, he just grinned like you’d made his whole morning.

“Well, look who’s full of surprises,” Matt said, stepping aside to let you in.

You handed him the coffee with a dazzling smile. “Just thought I’d brighten your day. Early bird gets the boyfriend, right?”

He chuckled, taking a sip. “If this is you on Day 3, I can’t wait to see Day 10.”

You ignored the strange flutter in your chest at the word boyfriend—you were supposed to be driving him away, not catching feelings.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” you asked, plopping down on his couch like you belonged there. “I was thinking we could go grocery shopping together. Maybe hit the farmer’s market?”

Matt gave you an amused look. “Grocery shopping?”

“Yeah!” you said brightly, kicking off your shoes. “It’s important to do normal couple things, Matt. Bonding over produce is essential.”

He barked out a laugh. “Alright, you’re insane.”

“Crazy in love,” you corrected with a wink.

Matt shook his head, still smiling as he grabbed his keys. “Alright, farmer’s market it is. Let’s see where this ride takes us.”

---

Step Two: PDA Overload

At the farmer’s market, you went full throttle on the clingy girlfriend routine. Every chance you got, you clung to Matt’s arm, rested your head on his shoulder, and spoke to vendors as if you were newlyweds.

“Do you think we should get the organic strawberries, babe?” you asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

Matt, to his credit, barely flinched. “Whatever makes you happy, trouble.”

You pouted. “Aww, you’re too good to me.”

As you stood in line for fresh flowers, you looped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. “I feel so lucky to have found you,” you whispered dramatically. “I just know this is going to be forever.”

Matt turned his head slightly, smirking. “Forever, huh?”

“Forever-ever,” you cooed.

Instead of freaking out, he just laughed again, seeming genuinely entertained by your antics. Why isn’t this working?!

---

Step Three: The Name Game

After the farmer’s market, you decided it was time to take things up a notch. You pulled out your phone and opened the contact name you’d saved for Matt—originally just “Matt.”

“That’s too boring,” you declared out loud. “I need something... cuter.”

Matt looked over your shoulder as you typed.

New Contact Name: Boo Bear 💕🐻

“There,” you said proudly, holding up the screen for him to see. “Now you’re officially Boo Bear.”

Matt snorted, clearly amused. “Boo Bear? Really?”

“Yes,” you said with mock seriousness. “It’s important for couples to have pet names.”

“Well, now I have to come up with one for you,” he teased, nudging you with his elbow.

You froze for a second. Wait, no, that’s not the reaction I was going for.

Matt grinned mischievously. “How about... Snugglebug?”

You groaned. “No, absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on. Snugglebug is cute,” Matt insisted, clearly enjoying himself.

“I swear, Matt—”

“Boo Bear,” he corrected with a wink.

You tried to glare at him, but it was impossible when he looked so damn pleased with himself. This was supposed to be easy.

---

Step Four: Immediate Overcommunication

Later that day, you sent Matt a series of increasingly absurd texts—just to see how far you could push him.

You:

Babe, do you ever think about how fast penguins waddle?

Also, what do you think our future dog’s name should be? I was thinking Mr. Snuggles but I’m open to suggestions.

Should we start a couples’ TikTok? I feel like people would love us.

Miss you already 😢

You stared at your phone, fully expecting a text telling you to back off or chill out. But instead, Matt responded like a champ.

---

Boo Bear 💕🐻:

1. Yes, penguins are hilarious.

2. Mr. Snuggles is solid, but I vote Captain Fluff.

3. Couples TikTok? Only if I get to do the trending dances.

4. Miss you too, trouble. See you soon?

What the hell?! This man was unbreakable.

---

By the time evening rolled around, you were feeling more frustrated than victorious. You’d thrown every ridiculous, needy move at Matt, and somehow, he just rolled with it—like it was all part of the fun.

As you sat on your couch, phone in hand, a new text from him popped up.

---

Boo Bear 💕🐻:

Had a blast today. You’re something else, you know that?

Your heart did a little flip, and you cursed yourself under your breath. No. No heart flips. This is just an experiment.

But as you stared at the screen, rereading his message, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—you were the one getting in too deep.

[morthstaar]

- okkk hi so can I get all the mercs if this is ok??

- If that's too many then u can exclude Pyro and Heavy if u want /nm

- So Reader and (Merc) aren't dating, but (Merc) has a crush on them

- One day they're just chilling out and Reader is like 'Hey can u do a favour? I got my friend this lip stick for their bday but idk if they'll like it so I got a small sample and u have the same skin tone as them so can I try it on u?'

- And (Merc) is like 'mhm sure'

- Anyway Reader puts it on but (Merc) moves and the lipstick goes on past their lip like, underneath it or smth

- And (Merc) is like 'Oh I'll get a towel' and Reader's like 'Nah I got this'

- And they just wipe it off with their finger

- And (Merc) is like 😳 bc they're so close together and Reader's basically caressing their face

- And Reader's oblivious to this and is like 'yo are u ok u kinda look red'

- And (Merc) is like 'UHHH YEAH UHM YEAH UH'

TF2 MERCS - LIPSTICK MISHAPS (PT. 1)

SCOUT:

" Hey Jeremy, can you do me a favor? I promise it's nothing bad! "

Jeremy stops talking for a second and turns his head to look at you; his eyes wide, grinning cockily and ready to listen even though he is terrible at it.

" Pshh!!, I can handle it! What's up? "

You push yourself off your bed brushing against him as you move to your dresser with your make-up bag.

Scout immediately turned red as you slightly brushed against him. His little 'crush' had definitely evolved into something else.

You, oblivious to his feelings, just kept looking for the thing you needed.

A red colored lipstick.

Scout's eyebrows furrowed. " Lip color,, stuff?? "

You smiled. " Lipstick. I uhm, I got this little sample so I could see if it would good on my friend for their birthday. You have the same skin complexion as them. So,,,, I was wondering if I could put it on you? "

His mouth dropped and immediately got defensive.

" Woah, Woah toots! I don't do that make-up, lipstick err,, eyeball powder stuff. "

You pleaded him with many pleases and even a cherry on top.

He tried. He tried so hard not to give in but he couldn't say no to a face like yours.

" Alright, fine. I'll do it. Just-Just wipe it off afterwards, okay sweets? "

You beckoned him to sit at the edge of the bed while you stood between his slender legs.

You opened the cap of the lipstick and started applying.

Once you were almost done, he had slightly twitched causing the lipstick to smear underneath his lip.

He apologized immediately.

" I'm- i'm real sorry, I didn't mean to move! I'll just smear it of- "

He lifted his hand to smear it, but you grabbed him by his wrist to stop him.

" Hey! I got it! I got it. "

You leaned in closer to him and placed one of your hands on the side of his face, and the other underneath his chin.

You took the pad of your thumb and wiped away the red residue.

When you looked at him, his eyes were staring into yours. His face was,,, almost as red as the lipstick?

" Jer, are you okay? You're kinda red? "

He stared for a few moments before responding,

" UH YEah! UH, SuRe! UHm, you can,,- you can keep goin'. "

Then proceeds to purposefully move everytime you fix the lipstick just so you can get close to him 😔

SOLDIER:

" Jane! Hey! I uh, I have a favor to ask of you. "

Hearing you call his name, he immediately bounded towards you.

" CADET! YES, WHAT DO YOU NEED? ARE YOU HURT?! I'LL CALL THE ME- "

You put your hand on his shoulder to stop his shouting.

"No no! Nothing like that! I need you to just follow me. "

He looked down at the hand on his shoulder and then back at you with a slightly red tinted face. Luckily the helmet covers it. Thank America..

" UH- uh, Yes! Lead The Way. "

Oblivious to this, you lead him to your room and tell him to take a seat at the edge of your bed.

He sits rather hard on your bed though,, silly guy 😘

You giggle while looking through your make-up bag for the item in need.

The lipstick.

He doesn't exactly know what is is,,,

" WHAT IS THAT OBLONG OBJECT IN YOUR HAND? A BOMB? DO YOU NEED TO DETONATE IT? "

You looked at the item in your hand, then back at him.

" Uh, lipstick? It makes your lips colorful. I need to try it on you so I can see if it will look good on my friend! "

He seemed to be thinking... For the first time ever.

' IF I DO THIS,,, I CAN POTENTIALLY GET CLOSER TO THEM. GOOD THINKING SOLDIER. '

He then pipes up with an enthusiastic " YES "

You then go to sit next to him on the bed and take off the lipstick cap.

You start to overline his lips with the tip of the lipstick, it glides smoothly over his slightly chapped lips.

Before you can finish, he flinches and lipstick transfers to his chin.

He doesn't realize what he has done until you curse at yourself.

He then looks over in your mirror to kinda see the smear.

" OH,, APOLOGIES, CUPCAKE. I'LL GO GET A TOWEL. "

When he starts to stand you grab his hand to sit him back down.

" I got it! Sit down. "

He obediently sits back down. You start to scooch your way to him.

You lean in closer and put your hands on his helmet. You slowly take it off. His eyes are staring right at you.

You then put your hand underneath his chin, using your thumb to wipe away the lipstick.

The closeness of you two brings a deep red hue onto Soldier's face. When you look into his eyes again, you can see him trying to hold back.

" Are you okay? Your face is terribly red? ".

" IM FINE. COMPLETELY FINE... WHY'D YOU STOP? "

DEMOMAN:

“ Hey Demo! You wanna do something for me? “

Demo swallows the last of his scrumpy before responding to you,

“ eerrgg, ya’ sure, what is it ya’ need me ta do? “

He follows your figure as you poke around in your bag for the object you needed.

What you didn’t see was the longing stare of the Scottish cyclops. His eye always seemed to be trained on you from day one.

He quickly turned away, slightly flushed, as you turned to him the the item in hand.

“ Ay, is that lipstick? “

You nodded, “ Yes! I bought a small sample to try for my friend, and you have the same complexion as them! I was wondering if I could,, I guess try it on you? “

At first, he was taken aback. He had never thought that he would ever have make up on his face. Well, unless you count the times he tried it on in his childhood but it shouldn’t count.

BUT, this was a chance to finally get closer to you. He weighed his pros and cons and came to a consensus,

“ Yeah sure, why not? Ya only live once, right? “

He sat up in his chair and watched as you sat in front of him.

You pulled his face closer to yours as you opened the lipstick cap.

The color on the stick went on beautifully on his surprisingly soft lips.

Before you could finish the bottom lip, he accidentally moved his head and lipstick smeared on his beard.

He noticed the look on your face and turned to face the mirror, and saw the mark.

“ Ah, I’m sorry laddie, I’ll go wipe it off for y- “

“ Hey hey! Sit! I got it! “

You grabbed his arm and sat him back down. His face already flushed from the proximity.

It got worse. You scooted closer to him. You put your hand under his chin and wiped away the stain with your finger.

The only thing Tavish could think of was the closeness of you two. He could feel your breath on his face. He definitely sobered up.

Tavish could feel his skin heating up from just you getting closer, he didn’t even realize you were talking to him just now,

“ Demo, are you okay? You uhh,,, you were turning red. “

“ Ahh it was ERRR uhh nothin’. UH, I think I still have some red left on me lassie. “

[transingthoseformers]

Got anything you wanna share about Little Cybertron? 👀🎤

Random facts about Little Cybertron that me and @sweetheart-weeb-33 have discussed I need you guys to know!

There's Ches who's design is based on a cat, they're a menace and accidental besties with Shockwave which is a ✨thing✨

Underbite and the one chef named Beacon have a dynamic similar to Bob and Teddy in Bob's Burgers, and it's an experience

I remember us having a newt girl oc who is a child war criminal, and I'm now wondering what LC might be like for her

Starscream goes back to her tfp form and falls into a relationship with Breakdown and Knockout

Golden Rose is the closest we got to a main character, she's got a metaphorical spark of gold and loves Underbite and is determined to be a good figure in so many mecha's lives and iicr was mentored by Ratchet

I'm imagining in the beginning, during tough fights, you can here the click-click and other noises of (removed) integrated weaponry trying and failing to activate.

Starlight is a thunderwoof kid who I swear is an evil genius

Imagining an autobot checking into LC saying simply "I need help."

I know Starscream's essentially already in heels but what if extra high heels. Just. A little taller.

... I need to bring up Makeshift in the context of Little Cybertron because other tfp characters live too

So. So many fankids, because making fan kids is fun

I'm like 50% sure Cheshire tried to eat a cat once

... now I'm thinking about vaccination days at LC and how well that must go over

The pack is an accidental found family who stick together

Heartbreaker x Kickback is ultimate sugar momma plus sugar baby dynamic that becomes sweet and domestic

I'm half sure someone probably tried to build a small bomb in the early days

I think Thunderhoof is banned from Uno thanks to some lightly attempted murder?

The kids have their own complicated web of dynamics and relationships, and there are characters with beef

Soundwave and Shockwave are that one old married couple who radiate disapproval during shenanigans

Eros is equally named after a god of love yet Aromantic, and he's just. A blast. And based on a centipede iicr?

I think Megatron at one point hooked up with a hivemind from another world

There's more, so much more

[tssdresses]

Sanders Sides Animatic Ideas | Inside | Welcome To The Internet

Main: Janus, Roman, Remus Background Characters: Logan

Janus lyrics are in orange, Roman in red, Remus in green, and Logan in blue.

Welcome to the internet Have a look around Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found We've got mountains of content Some better, some worse If none of it's of interest to you, you'd be the first Welcome to the internet Come and take a seat

Janus is sitting in a wing chair, composed with legs crossed and his crook over his lap and hands folded. He says the lyrics. 

Would you like to see the news

Roman rises up on the viewers left from behind the chair to say his line. 

Or any famous women's feet

Remus launches himself up from being the chair to the viewer’s right to say his line. 

There's no need to panic This isn't a test [*laughs*] Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest Welcome to the internet What would you prefer:

Janus, completely unfazed by any of this, says his line. 

Would you like to fight for civil rights

Roman

Or tweet a racial slur

Remus

Be happy

Roman

Be horny Be bursting with rage

Remus pulls Logan in from the side as an example of “Be bursting with rage.” Logan is somewhere between confused and disgruntled.  

We got a million different ways to engage

Janus does not acknowledge Logan. Janus is not acknowledging any of this (yet).

Welcome to the internet Put your cares aside

Janus.

Here's a tip for straining pasta

Roman

Here's a nine-year-old who died

Remus

We got movies, and doctors, and fantasy sports

Roman

And a bunch of colored pencil drawings of all the different characters in Harry Potter fucking each other! Welcome to the internet! Hold on to your socks' Cause a random guy just kindly sent you photos of his cock They are grainy and off-putting He just sent you more Don't act surprised You know you like it, you whore See a man beheaded Get offended, see a shrink Show us pictures of your children Tell us every thought you think

All of this is Remus, while Janus looks mildly off-put that Remus is steamrolling his song. 

Start a rumor, buy a broom Or send a death threat to a boomer Or DM a girl and groom her Do a Zoom or find a tumor in your... Here's a healthy breakfast option You should kill your mom Here's why women never fuck you Here's how you can build a bomb Which Power Ranger are you? Take this quirky quiz Obama sent the immigrants To vaccinate your kids

Remus and Roman talk over each other to the extent that it’s hard to tell who’s saying what. Janus shuts them up after the last line. 

Could I interest you in everything All of the time? A little bit of everything All of the time Apathy's a tragedy And boredom is a crime Anything and everything All of the time Could I interest you in everything All of the time? A little bit of everything All of the time Apathy's a tragedy And boredom is a crime Anything and everything All of the time

Janus stands up and starts doing a one-man kick line. 

You know, it wasn't always like this

Logan gently pushes Janus by his shoulder down into his seat. Janus makes the most dramatic “betrayal” face.

Not very long ago Just before your time Right before the towers fell Circa '99

Logan begins to lecture. The twins glance at each other, dealers choice if it's a reference to the 'King Creativity' or just a 'Here comes a Logan infodump' look.

This was catalogues Travel blogs A chat room or two We set our sights and spent our nights Waiting For you

Logan pauses and Janus takes back over. 

You Insatiable you Mommy let you use her iPad You were barely two And it did all the things We designed it to do Now look at youOh

Janus’s lines. 

Look at you You, you Unstoppable, watchable Your time is now Your inside's out Honey, how you grew And if we stick together Who knows what we'll do It was always the plan To put the world in your hand

Logan, referring to Thomas. 

[*laughing hysterically*]

Remus laughs, Roman looks concerned. Logan is chuckling. Janus has had enough and gently banishes them all. 

Could I interest you in everything All of the time A bit of everything All of the time Apathy's a tragedy And boredom is a crime Anything and everything All of the time Could I interest you in everything All of the time A little bit of everything All of the time Apathy's a tragedy And boredom is a crime Anything and everything And anything and everything And anything and everything And all of the time

Janus regains control for the remainder of the song. He sings from his chair, where he sits with one legs crossed over the other, looking down the camera.

TOC All Time Low | Bezos II

[narrators-journal]

Narukami headcanons

Okay, so I’m not gonna lie here. I am not a super big Narukami fan. He’s not my favorite protagonist, he doesn’t supremely interest me like Minato or Akira do, so it’s a bit hard to cook up thoughts for him. So, you could say that I was...less then prepared for when the persona 4 fans found me and began asking for Narukami smut. Which, is why I had to pull away from writing for him and basically just, take a big ass break from persona 4 content all together there for a while

But! That being said, I DO think he’s got some fun potential for dissection, and I feel mean for denying the Narukami fans some content of him just because persona 4 didn’t consume me like p3 or p2 did. So! Have some headcanons on the man to ease me back into portraying him. Hopefully, with this, I’ll be able to find some personality traits I like for him, and any askers won’t suffer a bland portrayal lolol.

As stated in my sexualities headcanons, I sort of, hover around the headcanon that Narukami’s aromantic and bisexual. I’m noncommital on the aromantic portion a little bit, but I do think he’s very bisexual at least.

He’s a very charming man, a bit of a playful flirt maybe. So it’s not out of place to still call him a heartbreaker.

He is almost too mature for his age, though.

Being neglected will sort of do that to you, after all. His parents weren’t there to make sure he ate right, or did his homework. So, he had to be the one to stay on top of that stuff.

This is also why he’s pretty parental to kids. Namely Nanako, but he probably takes on a brotherly vibe for just about anyone younger than him, or in need of it.

Narukami is still a little bit awkward though. All that maturity and self-discipline does not always help with the social skills.

Being from the city, he tends to be more accepting. Which is mostly only noteworthy since he gets sent to an itty bitty, one-street town like Inaba. Where you’d sort of expect more conservative views.

I like to think that, Narukami would sort of become Akira’s mentor if they met. A sort of, big brother figure for him.

Obviously, homie has issues with being abandoned.

He’s protective of his friends because of that fact. And equally protective for his family, even his parents.

Naturally, Narukami’s a bomb fucking cook.

Though, that maturity from his childhood comes back once again to bite him in the ass.

Because, with that mature look on life, focus on school, financial stability, and whatnot, it can be hard for him to actually make friends.

And, I mean honest, lasting friendships. Not just those ‘oh we share a class and talk when we have school projects’ type of friends. After all, when everyone else your age is caught up in video games, girls/guys, and parties, you sort of become the ‘buzzkill’ for being the one who’s worried about gpa, or has to go home at a certain time so you can cook yourself dinner or go shopping.

Which, yes, is a little sad, but it also makes Narukami a great friend. One who is very loyal, wise, and compassionate to any of your struggles.

Plus, he’s not entirely humorless. He’s still a highschooler, he’s got a childish side to him and he can be a lot of fun when you get to see that side.

You just have to brave the parental, responsible, slightly-stick-in-the-mud sides first lol.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

JNVEFOHBEFVQRUHBQVFUHBQCVGIU2FHBU3RGNJI3VRJNI3QRVFIJN2CRBOH2HBOV3RJN 3RV I JUST READ UR FALLOUT FIC!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG I LOVED IT!! PLS TALK TO ME MORE ABOUT FOUND FAMILY WITH THEM BC I WROTE MY OWN FIC, AND IM GONNA BE WRITING MORE ABOUT THEM AND I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEM!! sorry its in all caps, im really excited

NEVER apologize for all caps and excitement!!!! in this house we lose our minds over found family dynamics TOGETHER and we are NOT calm about it lmao

under the read more because spoilers and also i got long winded (shocker)

ugh but literally. i need to do a rewatch because fallout is definitely one of those "watch once to get your brain blasted, watch a second time to catch all the little hints you missed the first time around" kind of shows, and also i just. NEED to watch this again with the full knowledge that cooper's been hunting down his family this whole time. yeah we knew cooper was a dad from the beginning but for us, at first, the logical assumption is that his wife and daughter must be long gone by now! it's been 219 years! it's not until the last episode or two that we start realizing that a lot of people from Before are still kicking around, and that cooper KNOWS that, and that the one thing keeping him going for longer than anyone else is the fact that he wants to see his wife and daughter again. the angst potential of this has me foaming at the mouth, by the way, and that's without even considering lucy yet

like, what's his plan? find janey and barb and... pick up where they left off? maybe two centuries of nuclear fallout will patch up his relationship with his ex-wife? how does he even know they weren't both unfrozen and lived their whole lives without him and died already? (i'll argue that he has not even considered that possibility, and will not, because that'll break him.) and say he does find them, and they're alive. maybe they haven't even been unfrozen yet and he can be the one to wake them up. ideal scenario, right? but will they even recognize him anymore? not just by his physical appearance, either! he is not the same person he was before the bombs fell, not by a longshot! janey's dad wasn't a ruthless mercenary bounty hunter who does what he has to do to survive and makes jerky out of human meat and sells random women to organ harvesters to get drugs! he was a guy who loved his dog and loved his family and who was so morally upright that he didn't even want to fake shoot a guy in a movie, because he believes that's not who his character is. and don't even get me STARTED on the fact that The Ghoul is a character to begin with, it's an act, because he's an actor who fell into this role because i guess it was easiest to survive that way, which means that at heart The Ghoul is also not someone who should be shooting guys. the kindheartedness is there under about 219 years of irradiated, decaying skin. but it's there

and then we get lucy, who's very deliberately written as his echo, a kindhearted morally upright person who doesn't want to let the wasteland change her, and i'll bet MONEY that as the series progresses cooper's gonna have to watch as it really doesn't change her. sure, she'll bite a guy's finger off in self defense, and yeah, she'll mercy kill a ghoul that's way past saving. but through it all she's going to try so hard to do the right thing, every single time, and i'm TELLING you, it's not so much that cooper's gonna get dragged back kicking and screaming into being a good person again, but it's more like he's gonna just start being better. it'll be kickstarted by lucy's influence and the fact that he cannot suppress the dad instincts to save his life, but the reason it'll really stick is because that's his natural setting! whether he wants to admit it or not!

anyway. uh. i ranted about this more than i meant to LOL but please always feel free to shout at me about grumpy morally gray old men allowing fatherhood to gently tug them closer and closer to the neutral good square on a dnd alignment chart. gets me every time

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Forty-Nine

Joel's pov

Joel sat in the town's workshop, his boots sitting on the bench. They were falling apart, the duct tape he put around them was barely holding them together and the soles were so thin he could feel the terrain against the soles Of his feet. Every rock, stick, sharp jagged object they walked across he felt it.

His emotions were just like his boots. Held together by duct tape and barely holding on. He was relieved he found his brother, he was happy that Tommy was alright and safe. The new information about him Being married to a woman; a woman that most definitely hates him for that fact, was shocking. He was happy for him, but that to Joel…to Joel that meant Tommy wouldn't need him anymore. There was no way Maria would let him stay here. The news about Tommy becoming A father hit harder though. He had no doubt in his mind that Tommy would be an amazing father.

But being with Ellie and yn, Joel started to feel a little more like his old self. Ellie was a huge pain in his ass, but she was starting to become more than a package that he had to deliver. He grew to care for the girl. It has been so long since he's had a child in his presence. After Sarah, he didn't care for children much. He can't say he pictured having a family with yn because he has. It was just a picture of a time when Cordyceps never happened and Sarah was still alive. Yn would have finished college, dated guys her own age, and maybe then down the road when she was older, they could have been something more than just neighbors.

Their age gap has always bothered him. He kept it in the back of his mind though because he was in love with her, is in love with her. That doesn't matter though, she's not safe with him. Ellie isn't safe with him. Tommy would be able to get Ellie to where she needed to go and yn would be safer here. She could be happy here, and find someone closer to her age. Someone who could give her everything she deserves.

The bell over the door rang and Tommy walked in. “The guys said I might find you here,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “Figured I'd save you the trouble.” He sat down a pair of boots for Joel. Joel went and sat down on a stool and slowly started to put them on. “I shouldn't have said what I said,” Joel told him. “I don't even believe it. I know you're happy for me. It just... It's complicated for you... and I'm sorry. So you gonna let me off the hook, or what?”

“This ride to the University, is it a suicide mission?” Joel asked. “No. It's dangerous, but it's nothin' you can't handle. Just prepare and do what you do,” Tommy said. Joel finished putting his boots 9n and looked up at him. “You've had people go that way and come back?” He asked. He wanted to make sure it was going to be safe before he dropped a bomb on Tommy. “All of 'em. What is this?”

“She's immune.” Tommy pulled his eyebrows together in confusion. “What?” He asked. “Ellie. She got infected, but she didn't get sick. Tommy. Tommy, I saw her get bit myself. That was months ago. Months. She's immune. From the beginning. It was Marlene. She hired us to help yn smuggle her to some Fireflies. It went bad. Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid and go with yn. It was her dyin' wish. What the hell was I supposed to do?” Tommy didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent and listened to Joel, who's eyes were getting glossy.

“We went through Pittsburg and made it as far as Kansas City then... You know, she saved my life and yn's there... from another kid. Five years ago, I would've destroyed him. But she had to shoot him to save us. Fourteen years old. Because I was too slow and too fսckin' deaf to hear him comin' and get to yn before the other guy Got to her. And I saw... I saw a man kill his own brother... to save her, while I just watched. And today, I thought that dog was gonna tear her apart because it smelled somethin' on her. And all I did was stand there.”

He took a pause, hanging his head, and trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “I couldn't... move. I couldn't think of anything to say. I just... I was so afraid. You think I can still handle things, but... I'm not who I was. I'm weak. Lately, there are these moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere, and... my heart... feels like it's stopped. And I have dreams. Every night.”

“What kinda dreams?” Tommy asked. “I don't know. I can't remember. I just know that when I wake up... I've lost somethin'.” Joel let the tears go; let them slide down his cheeks. “I'm failin' in my sleep. That's all I do. It's all I've ever done is fail her again and again. I failed yn, too. Me coming back to her being gone repeats in my head over and over. I was too protective. I didn't spend time with her like she wanted because I was too busy off with Tess smuggling shit in and out of the QZ. I got her back but I've been failing her again.”

Tommy was silent for a while, thinking everything through. “You want me to take her.” Joel looked at him with a look of defeat. “I'm just gonna get her killed. I want yn to stay here where she's safe. She can have a life here, find someone her own age, someone who can take care of her and male her happy. I know it. I have to leave them.” He didn't want to but he knows he has to. Yn meant everything to him and Ellie had wormed her way into his heart. He wanted nothing more than for them to be with him but he couldn't do that. He wouldn't let himself do that.

“Joel…” Tommy was cut off before he could even respond. “I mean, it's why you took off on me, right? To make up for the things we did? Well, here's your chance to bring your kid into a better world. You're younger than me. You're still strong. You said it yourself, you'll come back. You have to take her. You have to make sure yn stays here where she's safest and will get what she deserves.happiness.And you can't tell anyone, not even Maria. Tommy, you're the only one I trust. If anyone else sees those bites on her, what's under her skin... they'll shoot her. It's the last thing I'll ever ask of you. I swear.” Tommy didn't say anything for a few long minutes. He thought it over. He knew yn would never agree to this. He knew he wouldn't be able to male her stay here, especially if Joel left. “I'll take her out at dawn. We got you in 38. It's left, left, right.”

[txr3ap3r0916]

Fun fact: I actually had Welcome To The Internet memorized word for word at one point and could sing it on command.

Oh, speak of the devil!

Welcome to the internet

Have a look around

Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found

We've got mountains of content

Some better, some worse

If none of it's of interest to you, you'd be the first

Welcome to the internet

Come and take a seat

Would you like to see the news or any famous women's feet?

There's no need to panic

This isn't a test, haha

Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest

Welcome to the internet

What would you prefer?

Would you like to fight for civil rights or tweet a racial slur?

Be happy

Be horny

Be bursting with rage

We got a million different ways to engage

Welcome to the internet

Put your cares aside

Here's a tip for straining pasta

Here's a nine-year-old who died

We got movies, and doctors, and fantasy sports

And a bunch of colored pencil drawings

Of all the different characters in Harry Potter fucking each other

Welcome to the internet

Hold on to your socks

'Cause a random guy just kindly sent you photos of his cock

They are grainy and off-putting

He just sent you more

Don't act surprised, you know you like it, you whore

See a man beheaded

Get offended, see a shrink

Show us pictures of your children

Tell us every thought you think

Start a rumor, buy a broom

Or send a death threat to a boomer

Or DM a girl and groom her

Do a Zoom or find a tumor in your

Here's a healthy breakfast option

You should kill your mom

Here's why women never fuck you

Here's how you can build a bomb

Which Power Ranger are you?

Take this quirky quiz

Obama sent the immigrants to vaccinate your kids

Could I interest you in everything?

All of the time?

A little bit of everything

All of the time

Apathy's a tragedy

And boredom is a crime

Anything and everything

All of the time

Could I interest you in everything?

All of the time?

A little bit of everything

All of the time

Apathy's a tragedy

And boredom is a crime

Anything and everything

All of the time

You know, it wasn't always like this

Not very long ago

Just before your time

Right before the towers fell, circa '99

This was catalogs

Travel blogs

A chat room or two

We set our sights and spent our nights

Waiting

For you, you, insatiable you

Mommy let you use her iPad

You were barely two

And it did all the things

We designed it to do

Now look at you, oh

Look at you, you, you

Unstoppable, watchable

Your time is now

Your inside's out

Honey, how you grew

And if we stick together

Who knows what we'll do

It was always the plan

To put the world in your hand

Hahaha

Could I interest you in everything?

All of the time

A bit of everything

All of the time

Apathy's a tragedy

And boredom is a crime

Anything and everything

All of the time

Could I interest you in everything?

All of the time

A little bit of everything

All of the time

Apathy's a tragedy

And boredom is a crime

Anything and everything

And anything and everything

And anything and everything

And all of the time

[weixuldo]

Enigma// Ch 10

Anakin X Reader

(A/N: hiii guys, back from the depths of nothingness lolll, it’s been so busy here and i’m genuinely sorry for the late updates, but i appreciate all of u sm for sticking with me and my story !! love all of u)

A glimpse into the past

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of alcholism, cursing, ptsd, mental health issues, military typical violence, injury depiction

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“I figured I should let you know what happened, cause If I don’t I know your crafty ass will find out some way or another” he said as he learned back on the couch.

You knitted your brows together and just looked at him, what was he talking about?

He examined your expression and noticed your confusion. For a split second you saw his face falter, before he looked back into your eyes.

“It was around a decade ago, Ben and I were stationed overseas. We were loading up one of our helicopters with our squad”

Oh.

He was telling you what happened to him.

“ I was fuckin’ around and looking for this stupid pocket watch I thought I dropped, when all of a sudden I heard something drop on the ground diagonally to me. Turns out it was a bomb.” he lamented as he sipped on his beer.

You sat quietly, not knowing if you should respond or not.

He let out a half-laugh, half-huff of air, “The bastards who threw the grenade were pretty off with their timing ‘cause most of us were already onboard”. 

“Once I noticed what it was I yelled back to the guys and started running… obviously, I’m no track star cause I got blown up.”

You watched as he bit the inside of his cheek before continuing. 

“Only me and this other guy ended up getting hit. I gave the guys still on the ground enough notice to get far enough away that the explosion wouldn’t reach them.”

“Anakin… That’s terrible. I’m so sorry” you responded, not knowing what to say.

He shrugged, “It is what it is, just though i’d rather tell you myself than you finding out some other way”

“You really didn’t have to, I would have respected your privacy” 

“Ehh, I also felt like telling you so you would have a better scope of what's wrong with me if I need help sometime” he said, not making eye contact with you.

“Why would you want me to help? I know you're a lot closer with Ben and Ahsoka” you asked.

He finished his beer with a big gulp and placed the empty bottle on the end table next to him. 

“I’ve had issues with drinking in the past-” he watched as your eyes darted to the bottle beside him.

He huffed out a laugh as he shook his head, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m all good now”.

“They assumed I was drinking because of the accident and the pain and ever since I came back from rehab a couple of years ago they are still weary of me drinking… I know they really just want the best for me, but it still pisses me off when they look so judgmental”.

He paused to clear his throat and straighten his back.

“So I can’t call them if something happens when I’ve been drinking cause they’ll probably try to have an intervention or some shit. Next thing, they’d admit me to rehab again and I really don’t need to go there”

“Are you sure you don’t need to go back?” You asked before you could filter your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure. I don’t need alcohol to function and plus the reason I started drinking in the first place isn’t as relevant nowadays” he retorted.

“If I may ask, if it wasn’t from the accident, why did you start drinking?”.

He shook his head with a small smile before looking at you.

“My Fiance. Well, ex-fiance now, I guess.”

He had been engaged before?

“I had been with her for almost nine years when my accident happened. We were highschool sweethearts and I asked her to marry me before I went overseas. She was all I thought about over there, the other guys would go out and have fun with the locals, but I always stayed true to her. I was head over fuckin’ heels for her.” he exhaled a defeated laugh before taking a deep breath.

“When I was finally brought back home she visited me in the hospital… I can still remember her face as she entered my room.” 

He closed his eyes for a moment, you could tell this was hard for him.

“She stuck with me for the first few months, I really thought we were gonna make it… What a fuckin’ dumbass” he scolded himself.

“She seemed more distant when I started physio and got started with my prosthetics, but what I think really did her in was the consultation with my doctor about future endeavors…”

You were invested in his story and patiently listened. He turned to face you and made an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“God, why am I telling you all of this?”

“If you’re not comfortable, you don’t have t-” you began.

“I’m fine, I just don’t know why I feel compelled to tell you”

“Anyways, My injuries were quite extensive… Obviously” he motioned towards himself.

“The doctor informed us of some of the changes that would be present in my life. I would have chronic respiratory issues from some of the shrapnel that lodged into my chest, I’d have to learn how to use the new prosthetics, and I’d need 24/7 care for the first few years. But the cherry on the top was when the doctor let us know I wouldn’t be able to have kids”.

Not what you expected.

“Yeah, I know, out of everything…that. Yeah, she was really big on having a family and I guess she was against adoption. But when she heard I wouldn’t be able to give her a child, it was over. I could tell she had checked out of the relationship.”

“Anakin, that’s- I’m so, so sorry” you offered.

“Yeah, that really messed me up… I mean I loved her and we both knew it wasn’t my fault… But I understand, she never asked for any of that… It was just too much for her. I really was a burden” he sadly explained.

Your heart hurt for him, how could he blame himself… You understood it was probably a really hard adjustment for her, but at the same time you couldn’t understand; if you truly loved someone, you wouldn’t leave that easily.

“I just wish she would have talked to me about her decision instead of just leaving. I mean I get you don’t want to be seen as the girl who left her crippled fiance in the middle of his recovery, but I think I deserved an actual conversation.” 

You could see his eyes getting glassy before shook his head and looked at you.

“And you know, I don’t wish ill upon her at all. But it does hurt a little seeing her living her dream.” 

“What does she do now?” you asked

“Funny actually, the reason I drank so much after she left was because as much as I wanted to just forget her, I couldn't escape hearing or seeing her.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Shortly after she left, she campaigned for a seat in the senate and I saw her ads and commercials everywhere. Everyone was rooting for her too, so I couldn’t grieve in peace. I guess it was selfish of me, but I couldn’t handle seeing her that much, so I turned to alcohol to help me forget”.

“Did she get the position?”

“Yeah, Senator Padme Amidala” he said somberly.

Your eyes widened as you made the connections, “Wait, she’s the one who passed the bill to give disabled veterans more funds to help them transition back to civilian life.. But that would have been after the accident?”

“Yeah, I guess she felt kind of guilty for leaving without a word, so at least I got better quality prosthetics, but that didn’t really help my broken heart.” 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you shifted towards him, instinctively you placed a hand on his hand and looked into his blue eyes.

“Thank you for telling me, Anakin”

He looked at you with a surprised expression before his gaze drifted down to your hand on his. A small trace of blush creeped onto his face before he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, now you know,” he shrugged.

You studied his expression, he couldn’t stop staring at you… Did you have something on your face?

Before you could back away to check, he gently placed his lips onto yours. This kiss was like no other he had given you before, it was tender, it was meaningful. 

You often found yourself worrying that most of your interactions with Anakin were purely fueled by lust and attraction, but this one…

You melted into it and placed your hands gently on his cheeks before pulling away. His eyes were glassy and he was flushed, he was so vulnerable.

“What’s wrong?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“Nothing”

“Ok” 

You laid back into the couch and pulled him so that his head was on your chest. You stroked his hair as he nuzzled into you. Maybe later he would be peeved you did that, but you knew he needed it right now…so did you. 

After holding him for a moment he broke the silence, 

“Ya, know… I didn’t think anyone had the capacity to care about me anymore after my accident… I refused to believe anyone could show me compassion outside of plain pity…”

 You shifted to face him and rested him against the couch before you gazed deeply into his watery eyes.

“You’re the first person in a long time… that treated me like a normal human. You approached me that night without an insensitive comment, without pity….you just talked to me…” he trailed off as the tears began to fall.

“Oh, Anakin” you sighed as you drew him into a comforting embrace and brushed his hair. He shook as he sobbed into your chest. 

‘I-i’m sorry, I’m s-sorry, I didnt m-mean to ..’

“Shh, its ok. It’s alright, Ani”

He leaned up and tried to catch his breath but you could tell he was struggling. Remembering his inhaler, you quickly left the couch to grab it from the night stand. Once you returned, you administered the pump to him and he slowly began to come down. 

“Don’t ever be sorry for your feelings.. I’m here for you” you whispered into his ear as he leaned against you.

He exhaled a small “thank you” before you helped lay him down; he was exhausted.

You grabbed a blanket from the other room and lifted his legs onto the couch for him. Once you covered him you took a scrap of paper and left him a note.

As you left his apartment, you felt an odd sensation weighing on your heart.

Were you falling for him?

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a/n: so yeaaaa he’s opening up!! not saying he still won’t b a dick haha, buuut there will def b some more tender moments:) also srry again for the late updates im in my college bio class and it’s actually so challenging

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Not a request, just wanted to share these.

A fifth employee that got cast out due to their uncooperativeness and radical ideas. They reside deep underground where they practice their craft of welding metal, out of their contraptions they make a stable home durable as a bomb shelter. In their comfort they didn't expect any visitors, especially not the golden glow of the keystone.

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A botanist that acts like Jebediah's and Tricky's peaskeeper (to varying degrees of success). They wear garments reminiscent of the grim reaper and weld a sickle to harvest the crops that they grew in their greenhouse. Is appointed Nevada's official, and only, gardener. (i have a much more detailed version of this but it's like five pages long).

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Daimos isn't the only one that dissented, a young ex agent, throughout knowing each other they build a sibling like relationship. Although they're not in the main SQ crew they're still an honorary member.

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An escaped test subject finds themselves in the middle of a Zed outbreak, they scratch, kick and punch their way through the undead gaining a few scratches and bite marks themselves. Out of the rubble of undead they find Victor who's surprised at their resilience, and immunity.

These are just your ocs aint they ;p interesting ideas tho!

I imagine there's basically an employer for every kind of need, so one capable of tearing up the earth and forging weapons would be plausible. A large and wide figure, a crooked back from hours of clawing at the earth and leaning over a forge, bashing scalding steel to create unbreaking blades.

Bright embers floating from deep orange eyes, irritated to be bothered by someone, someone who somehow survived (re floated passed) all their traps. A deep husky voice, like that of a heavy chain-smoker from centuries of ash inhalation. "You dare to break into my sanctuary? Turn back, lest your body be torn asunder to forge a new blade, mortal."

But when they realise Jeb just wants his sword repaired they're cool lol.

- The botanist is kinda along the same lines as my gal Jack, but she ain't need to play peacekeeper, Tricky becomes a little more civilised around 'the pretty lady.' He has vague memories of her being kind to him when he was still Hofnarr.

Alas the reaper motif is a cool way of taking it, it makes them fit in with the environment a lot better, dark clothing and a massive weapon is all you need to be 'normal' out there. A great and watchful harvester, terrifying to behold, but incredibly gentle.

A starving grunt tries to ignore the hunger pangs, tries to think of anything else, when a dark shape comes into view. The reaper, Stygian, has finally come to claim him, a terrible life with a silent end, how depressing. A basket of carrots and other veggies comes from below the robes. A reaper, yes, but of the grim? No.

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There's 100% some other dissented agents chilling in/around the main SQ base, inspired by a tale of two grunts defying everything and building up a resistance to the boot that crushes the little guy. Sometimes a few clones from a batch dissent, and the rest of the group pays for it, they must all be defective and therefore must die.

Deimos is quick to bond with just about anyone, and with shared history? He's stuck like glue to whoever. Dissenters be damned, right? Well damnation is more fun when you're together.

Having gone through some of the worst torture from his fellow agency men {due in part to being an orphan, and being trans in my opinion}, he'll comfort and reassure just about anyone else who's lived that hell. You got out, you survived the worst, and now you're fighting back. Fuck yeah, stick it to the man.

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Vic would absolutely drag this person to Skinner, or Doc, maybe even both if he can catch them together. If you can be resistant to ZEDs, surely there's a cure right? Where better to start looking than in someone incapable of transforming.