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undeadcannibal · 1 year

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Your honor I'd like to propose an amendment to the 🍆 head cannon post:

Curvature and distinguishing colors, features? Are they darker or the same shade? Lighter? Hair color? Texture? Who's got a lean? 🥎⚾s?

Summary: More requested ‘N.SF.T’ headcanons for Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, and König~ Part 2 of this post here!

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and König.

Warnings: explicit content!

A/N: Never did I expect for that other post to become as popular as it did. I’m happy y’all enjoy my gross and overly-detailed headcanons. Also, please note, if any of you happen to not like or find any of my hcs to be gross or not what you expected, keep in mind they’re just my headcanons. Don’t take ‘em seriously, dudes. Weird and rude replies will be deleted. ( Gif credit: xxx )

Gaz―

Not much of a curve to it, honestly, he’s pretty straight curvature wise. Distinguishing colors? I’d say his foreskin is the same as his skin tone overall, tip-wise? I’m thinking it’s a bit darker than the color of his lips and flushes an even deeper color when he’s fully aroused, mhm. Hair color of his pubes is dark and also has a some curl and texture to it when he does let it grow out for some time. Balls, too? Hm... I’d say Kyle’s sporting a nice, snug set he prefers to keep smooth and clean more often than not.

Bonus! Kink headcanon is that he adores you paying extra special attention to his balls. Worship them and he’ll be cumming all over your face in no time~

Ghost―

Slight upward curve that stimulates you in the best of ways. IDC what anyone says, man has a mouthwatering cock with a nice flesh-pink tip and anyone can fight me on it. Probably slightly darker than his overall skin tone but not by much. Pubic hair stuff... I’m torn between him being a natural dirty blond or brunet. (I can’t remember where I saw the fanart from, but someone has a headcanon that he bleaches his brunet hair blond and oof, I’m in love, also give him long ass roots since he can’t keep up with his root touch-ups while out on missions) Straight-ish texture to his hair as well, grows pretty smoothly altogether. THIS MAN has a thick vein running down the middle of his shaft, my lord. And finally, for his balls, I’m thinking he’s got a hefty set that he’s quick to push you down to so you can pay them some attention, expect some light tickling from the hair there, too. uwu

Bonus! Kink headcanon is he struggles with being submissive and prefers being dominant the majority of the time due to his trauma. He doesn’t like the idea of submitting to someone -- he’s far too afraid of what kind of consequences it could possibly have for him. This doesn’t mean he’s a sadistic or strict Dom. If anything, he’s hyper aware of your reactions to every little thing he does, also refuses anything hard or physical against you, he detests the thought of causing his partner pain.

Price―

Leans ever so slightly to the right, isn’t too noticeable though. Since he’s circumcised in my previous post, could probably notice a scar that separates light flesh-tone color of his shaft from the faint pink of his tip. Also, despite him preferring to trim his facial hair specifically, I’d see him as going fully natural bush-wise. Man’s got a lovely cushion of brown hair that’s got just the faintest amount of gray speckled throughout. While he looks very textured, I personally think his hair would be soft af. Large set of balls that droops a bit lower now than when he was younger~

Bonus! Kink headcanon for John is - if you’re willing - he’d love to use you as an ashtray when he’s smoking. He’d light up, take a few puffs, than order you to open your mouth so he could tap the ashes off onto your tongue. Ordering you to keep your mouth open so he can see the black and grey specks of ash decorating your tongue before having you swallow.

Soap―

Has just the slightest upward curve to him, definitely jokes it’s great for helping stimulate his partner’s g-spot. Also knows all the best camera angles for top-tier dick pics. Shade darker than his natural skin tone and also has a smidge of hair going up the bottom of his shaft. Doesn’t mind in the slightest though. As mentioned before, he prefers going all natural and doesn’t shave or trim much. Lord, the amount of hair this man has. Has treasure trail, hair thighs, ass, groin, everything. Sorry, I love hairy men, what can I say? Also, when he’s super pent up, his tips turns a deep ruddy shade you love to see every time. Balls are on the larger side with one being slightly smaller than the other, also very sensitive and will have him turning into a whimpering mess if you pay special attention to them.

Bonus! Kink headcanon is he takes every spare chance he can get to take and send nudes and videos of him jacking off. Doing his best to make those sounds you love whilst trying not to get caught by anyone. Those moments are for your eyes and your eyes only~

Rodolfo―

Sobbing because his cock is the same gorgeous shade as the rest of his skin, although can see the head of his cock and his balls being a tad darker. Maybe has a tad lean towards the left. Has trimmed dark hair that feels amazing beneath your fingertips. Balls are a bit on the larger side. Run your tongue over them and his dick will be twitching above your face in no time, also will draw up tight to him when he’s cumming~ Please spread this man’s thighs apart, he’s got beauty marks for days and will fucking tremble if you kiss and run your tongue over them!

Bonus! Kink headcanon is he’s got such a praise kink when it comes to his partners. The hottest thing in the world for him is for him to be showering his partner with compliments, feeling them clench tightly around him as his words register in their pleasured-addled minds.

Alejandro―

Much like Rudy, he’s a beautiful shade of tan all throughout, and his cock head is just as flushed and ruddy when he’s aroused. Much like Rudy, has a lean but his is the exact opposite, veering to Also is hairy just like Soap, but nowhere near to the same degree. If anything, man’s sporting a thick bush, hairy thighs, and legs. Also another man sporting thick veins throughout the length of him that he’s more sensitive about being touched than he’d like to admit. Large set of balls that do sag a bit but doesn’t mind in the slightest definitely likes to teabag his partner as a result if they allow him to

Bonus! Kink headcanon for our man is that he’s a sucker for sloppy oral, giving or receiving, but especially receiving. Nothing excites him more than seeing how ruined and messy he can make your face as he fucks it.

König―

Doesn’t really have much of a curve or lean to him, but rest assured he’s got veins for days lining his shaft. And, if you run your tongue along them, he melts on the spot. Perfect male whimpering audio material <3 The color of him is noticeably darker than the rest of him. That, combined with his beautiful sandy colored curls make for a mouthwatering view. Also has large, yet tight balls that are far more sensitive than he’d like. Overstimulate the big guy right now!

Bonus! Kink headcanon is that due to his size all around, he’s grown to have a liking for size difference with his partner being smaller than his. It’s pretty easy given his height, but more so it drives him feral to see his cock bulging his partner’s belly out with every thrust he gives.

#john price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #simon riley x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #könig x reader #call of duty x reader #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros x reader #cod headcanons #headcanons #'nsft'#opened mail #requests #my writing #lordsexmachine

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utilitycaster · 6 months

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forgive me if i don’t make sense bc i don’t really know how to articulate this, but taliesin talked a lot about “trying to figure out what punk means in exandria” and wondering what’s there to be angry about. and after the last string of episodes i feel like that it’s a question that he baked into ashton’s character. like yes ashton is punk and they have justified anger but the Rest of their anger is deflective to stop them from interrogating themselves and their decisions further. idk it’s really interesting to me

It is! It's something I really love about Ashton and it's something I think Taliesin was very thoughtful about in his character creation. I think Taliesin is extremely strong in character creation in general, and it's a rare person who can make a character based on a philosophical premise who also feels very real.

That really is the core of Ashton, and I think it's a great commentary. I do still intend to watch The Decline of Western Civilization Part III (winter break perhaps?) but I am broadly familiar with the gutter-punks on which Ashton was based, and again, the punk movement as a whole. There have always been politically-minded punks; but I advise you look up the backgrounds of, say, the average Fugazi/Minor Threat, Bad Religion, Dead Kennedys, or Propagandhi musician because they are, by and large, middle-class white guys with relatively stable and happy childhoods, and the idea of Ashton as someone dedicated to the Tumblr uwu kindness is punk "look at this perfect baby who doesn't steal pennies how kind and generous to only take literally everything else" archetype was always a massive projection. They've always been far more in the model of the Break Shit, Get Wasted punk than, well, the straight edge and veganism of the above.

(I also think that while it's true that a lot of punk houses did take in anyone and were something of a refuge for many a la Color In Your Cheeks, there was also a lot of Missing Stair Fallacy shit going on in the punk community even then. Ashton is in fact an example of the flaws in that sort of subculture: the Nobodies were there until they really, really weren't, and that's not unusual for that kind of punk friendship. It's found family until you're too inconvenient and dangerous to make it worth it. Taliesin explores this a lot, incidentally; that was very much what he was doing with Molly, and I would love to hear him talk about that kind of surface-level closeness that isn't strong enough to stick because as someone who both participates in fandom and loves to observe and analyze fandom as a phenomenon itself, it's a very real dynamic.)

Ashton has had an awful life. That's the premise. Nothing good has happened to them. There are plenty of valid reasons for them to be angry. Some are people who deserve it (their parents for the fucked up ritual; the Nobodies for abandoning them; Jiana Hexum for exploiting them), some are people who don't deserve their anger but to be fair haven't done anything to deserve their respect either (Percy, the gods), but many have been perfectly kind and reasonable and Ashton has rejected them because they're in a position of authority or seemed too nice. And there's plenty of stuff he's mad about that isn't easily pinned on anyone; the chronic pain is a shitty side effect of one or both of his traumas but no one person is responsible.

Ashton is an incredibly cynical person, and this extends to himself. As I've said before, I think they absolutely mean it when they say that they would have done the exact same thing the Nobodies would do, and this has been used to both cover up the intense hurt that came from their abandonment, but also, I think part of Ashton's own self-loathing comes from the fact that yeah, they are the kind of person who'd have done the same, and that isn't a very good person, and being angry at the Nobodies and Jiana and the world at large has allowed him to avoid looking that truth in the face. Ashton has always bounced between "I'll be the best broken thing I can be" and "what if I could be more? what if I could be what I could have been if things went well?" and also "who the fuck cares" and the reveal, that when the chips are down, he will make an ill-advised and self-destructive choice from that place of pain and anger has really rattled them. He can't keep just being angry and using that to shield himself from difficult questions. It won't just kill them, but it will hurt everyone around them too.

A really ugly truth of life is that even when something is completely not your fault and even when you have been dealt a rotten, unfair hand, often, you do have some degree of responsibility to deal with it ("And if it isn't my fault, I certainly didn't do anything to deal with it," as Ashton says.) The mere act of being angry is cathartic but doesn't actually solve anything. I think that's Keyleth's message to Orym, actually; it's not fair, and you're angry that it's not fair, but you need to use that anger to do things yourself instead of letting it consume you or passing the buck because it sure as hell isn't your turn. Ashton has, since the solstice, been playing tug of war with the idea that this anger has perhaps not been serving him, and he finally lost. Initially they realized a lot of this anger had been self-pity, but then, as they said, one week of thinking their parents actually were something led them to do the exact same dumb cult shit. Instead of stopping and listening to Evontra'vir and Allura, he said "no, I'm special, actually." And to be clear I think their motives were incredibly complicated and well-thought-out on Taliesin's part. It's not just because of his parents, it's not entirely selfish or out of heroics but those certainly did play a part, he did genuinely think it would help but he also ignored a number of warnings that it wouldn't. Again, I think the parallels between Ashton and FCG are glaringly obvious this episode, except Ashton hid their feelings with anger and FCG with a focus on everyone else's needs.

#answered #Anonymous #long post #ashton greymoore #god i love this episode so fucking much it's SO good

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djljpanda · 10 months

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Could you please do a Wally Darling x Goth reader uwu

I wanna see how would he react uwu thank you

A/n: This is the last of the requests in my inbox. Thank you all for sending in your ask. Sorry for the long waits.

Art By @okieducky On Twitter

When you first arrived in the neighborhood everyone was surprised due to your style. As the neighborhood is nothing but bright and beautiful colors, you can't even find purple anywhere. So when seeing you and all the dark colors that come along after everyone wanted to get to know you.

Not more than Wally, he wanted to ask you all sorts of questions. You were so nice to Wally as you thought he was adorable as he rambled on and on.

You guys did have a sweet friendship at first.

You would teach Wally how he could still use dark colors in a colorful painting when he asked to paint you

Wally was so happy when you got him some nice dark red apples which he enjoyed

Wally loved learning more about and loved learning that you two may be different in style but are the same in many other ways

Wally loved having late night calls with you

You did try to style Wally in gothic clothing which he didn't really mind

Always defended you when someone would make mean comments about your looks

You call Wally the sun in your life as he calls you his moon

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x gn reader #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x you #wally darling x fem reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home imagines #welcome home x male reader #welcome home x gn reader #welcome home x fem reader #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x you #wally x reader #welcome home wally x fem reader #welcome home wally darling x reader #welcome home wally darling x fem reader #welcome home wally x reader

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pinejayy · 1 year

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Is there a possibility of a Wally x detective reader, looking for a criminal only to be revealed that the criminal was them all along?

Sure thing!!!

This is my final request from my inbox!! After this I’m going to work on Part Two for Goodbye Mr.Darling and do a request for a pal!! uwu

And after that I’m gonna open by my inbox so y’all could send in some requests!! uwu

Criminal (Wally Darling x Reader)

Trigger warnings: Character Death Mention, Gun, Blood, Curse Words

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Police lights and sirens were all over the neighborhood, the neighbors were crying and freaking out. Why you may ask you were called in to investigate a crime, after all you were the lead detective. You were looking at the poor body who came across death. The poor body was headless, and it seemed as if they were missing patches of fur around their body. As you walk around the crime scene which was their house you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor person. The body was laying on a pool of their own blood.

“Ms./Mr. Y/N the body was someone called Barnaby B. Beagle. And I looked around and the sick person who did this left no trace. And for the head I couldn’t find anywhere.” One of your detectives said. “I don’t know who would do this.”

“How interesting…and don’t worry I’m going to get to the bottom of this, but for now your dismissed just make sure they take the body away the poor suckers from here are freaking out.” You said and with that you walked away.

As you walk out of the house, you saw the other neighbors huddled in a group asking the cops questions. You walk to them “I’m sorry about your friend but my men are trying to there job so I would appreciate if you guys would back off.” You said, yea you felt bad but they were preventing them from doing their job. “Don’t worry guys, I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I prom-.”

You were cut off with a scream. “AHHH!” Two of neighbors yelled out. It was the one with blonde hair and a other one who looked like a star? Sun?

Looking over you saw that a few of your men had the body on a stretcher covered with a white blanket. “Okay guys, I really need you to back up now!” You say. “Like I said I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

As time passed by everyone left. Leaving you alone in this neighborhood. You sigh, such a small neighborhood. Why would anyone do this?

You walked around the place and looked around, this place was colorful that’s for sure. Having a feeling that someone was watching you. You had your notebook and pen. As you walked you were too busy writing notes on your notebook you bumped into someone. Falling to the ground and onto your butt. “Ow!”

“Oh? I’m truly sorry about that! Here let me help you up.”

Looking up you saw a yellow man. Wow what a colorful outfit. It looked like a rainbow threw up on him. He held a hand out for you, taking it. He helped you out. “Sorry about that Mister. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s prefectly fine! So you’re the one investigating for Barnaby?” He asked you.

“Yes I am. I’m Y/N L/N the lead detective.”

“It’s so nice of you to help out the neighborhood with this! I’m Wally Darling!”

“I’m sure your neighbors would like to know who did this, but it’s nice to meet you Mr. Darling. But if you don’t mind me asking a few questions?”

“Not at all Neighbor- I mean Y/N.” He said, he looked at you. He honestly gave you the creeps. You just nodded and look at him, as you grab your pen and notebook. “So Mr. Darling. Did you know Barnaby and if so what was your relationship with him?”

“Oh yes, he was my best friend and it’s a shame that someone killed him.” He said, looking at you. Wow he couldn’t help but smile to himself. You sure would make a great neighbor. “And it’s such a shame that he was headless.”

You quickly looked at him. You didn’t tell him that his friend was headless. He quickly looked at you and smiled. “How did you know he was headless?”

“Oh while everyone was crying I was looking as your men was loading the body and I noticed that he had no head…no need to get suspicious.”

You look at him, quickly writing in your notebook, Wally looked at you. He had a creepy smile across his face. “Uh huh. Well don’t worry about your friend. I’ll get to the bottom of this. But for now have a nice day. Mr. Darling.”

“Oh call me Wally…” He said. “You’ll need to get used to it since you’ll be my new favorite neighbor.” But that last part was him mumbling to himself.

“I’ll see you around Mr. Darling.” And with that you just walked away leaving him alone. As you were walking around you came across a build. It was called Howdy’s place. You decided to go in and look for the owner.

Soon after you came across a Tall man. He had four arms and four legs. “Hello Mister, could I ask you a few questions?” You said.

He looked at you and just nodded. “You must be that detective. I must thank you for doing this, this means a lot to the other neighbors.”

“Glad to hear. I’m Y/N L/N.”

“And I’m Howdy. How can I be in service for you?”

He lead you to a back room, where you two could be alone. “I wanted to ask you, what was your relationship between Barnaby?”

Howdy looked down and sighed. “He was a good friend of mine, he would always help me out around here. Like for example he would help me with the heavy lifting and also help me with stocking items.”

You just nodded, and wrote on your notebook. About 45 minutes have passed by and you kept on asking him questions and he politely answered them. “I just have one final question for you Mr. Howdy Sir. By any chance did you see how the body looked like?”

“I did not.” He said.

“Could you identify his body when he was under the blanket?”

He just shook his head, telling you he saw nothing. He was confused but didn’t ask why. “Okay thank you very much, I appreciate your time.” As he lead you out of the back room and back to the front.

“Of course anytime! And here please take this.” He handed you a few fruits. “I know this hard work and you could use this. It’s on the house.” You smile and take them. Thanking him, and then you walked off. This was going to be a long day for you.

You spent all day walking around the neighborhood, and asking the other neighbors questions about Barnaby. And everyone seemed to have the same answers. Everyone seemed to tell you that he was a good friend. Also everyone seemed kinda nervous, I mean I wouldn’t blame them. A friend of theirs was killed. But was odd was that you asked everyone the same question. “If they could identify his body. Even under the blanket.” And everyone told you no. Wally was the only one who told you that he was headless.

Was he really that stupid that he threw himself under the bus? You needed to have a talk with him. As you walk towards the final house which you assume was his you couldn’t help but jump slightly as you notice the house having eyes. Yup that’s a red flag.

You knock the door “Open up Mr. Darling I need to ask you some more questions.”

The door slowly opened and there he stood . He was smiling at you. “Hello again! Is there something I can do for you.”

“I would like to ask you more questions Sir.”

Wally just smiled and giggled, he stepped to the side. “Please come in.” He said. You narrow your eyes. You walk in and look at him. “I’ll get you something to drink please wait here.”

“Wait no-.” You say, but he was gone. He left, leaving you alone. You sigh and sat down on a color couch, your nose slightly scrunched up as you were getting an odd smell. Looking around the room so see what it was but didn’t find anything until your eyes laid on the couch you were sitting on early.

A blue patch? With spots? That looks awfully familiar… wait Barnaby?! You have to be kidding me? This sick fuck made his best friend into furniture.

“Oh I see that your admiring my little couch, isn’t cute? My Best Friend Barnaby helped me make it.” Hearing giggling behind you. Wally looked at you, his pupils getting bigger.

You quickly turned around and saw Wally standing there holding a glass of water? As you were about to pull up your gun Wally quickly dropped the cup, and ran towards you. His speed was scary fast. He grabbed your wrist quite hard. “Oh no no we wouldn’t do that…unless you want to end up like Barnaby.”

“You sick fuck! Let go of me!” You say, as you struggle against his grip. He just smiled and shook his head.

“Please don’t do anything you’ll regret. I mean look at what happened to Barnaby. I’ll miss him he was my best friend! Oh well…” Wally began saying, as he smiled even more. His grip tighten against your wrist even more making you whimper. “You’ll be my new best friend!”

“Why would you kill your best friend you sick freak.” You say, and shook your head at what he said. You didn’t want a psychopath as a friend. “And I’m not going to be your best friend..you’re crazy!”

Wally just chuckled as he looked at you. He couldn’t but admire you. Not only you’re going to be his new best friend you might as well be his new lover!! He does get lonely. “Why I killed him? Well it’s simple! He was getting out of place, he found out something that I was keeping hiding and I didn’t want the word to spread. So I had to do the only thing I could.” He said, as he let go of you giving you a warning look. “But on the bright side is that I got a cool looking couch!”

You just stood there, should you even reach out for your gun again. As you just stood there thinking all of the sudden Wally was laughing.

“Oh you won’t be needing this!” He said, holding up your gun. Wait!? How did he even get that! “Don’t ask questions, I’ll make you regret it new neighbor.”

“New Neighbor?” You asked, looking at him confused. He just giggled at your reaction.

“Don’t be silly! You’re going to be my new Neighbor! I mean there is a house that no one lives in…anymore.” He said, he held onto the gun still and he started to walk towards you. You started to back up, you backed up until your back hit a wall.

“You’ll make a prefect addition to the neighborhood!” He said, he was standing in front of you. “But first I need to fix you.” And with that you blacked out. Wally brought the gun up and smacked you across the head.

He let out a small sigh. Throwing the gun across the room. He picked you up and smiled.

“Don’t worry new neighbor! I’ll fix you! I’ll fix you so you can fit into my neighborhood!”

#wally darling #welcome home #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling x reader

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booksandpaperss · 8 months

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kind of obsessed with the fact you've slowly gotten more blatant with heartstopper hate lmfao😭 it's like. fine to me it's cute but NOTHING SERIOUS IS EVER GOING ON so I gotta be in a really specific mood for it I still haven't watched s2. definitely couldn't be a fixation. and everyone fucking loves it it's the best thing since sliced bread and I'm like. why tho. and then any critique of it is sorta dumbed down to "oh you just don't like how sweet it is but teenagers deserve sweet romance" like ok but why's it gotta be boring though. and too healthy like beyond normal levels of healthy. like this is missing even the usual human levels of miscommunication. and it gets resolved too easy. sorry this was supposed to cut off 4 sentences ago I'm realizing now in your inbox that I apparently have beef with heartstopper

LKSSJJSJS LISTEN listen. I don’t even hate it. truly. I even genuinely enjoyed myself during the nick and Charlie parts bc that’s the part that thought is actually put into. I just hate how much everyone loves it so blindly

honestly my biggest beef with it is that it’s marketed and treated as the most genuine and diverse groundbreaking queer storyline there is when that’s literally so far from true and it really really shows ppls true colors when they think this bc the sapphics and POC are literal props it’s actually absurd for a show that’s supposed to be a safe space for queer ppl

and god do I hate that part of the reason it’s so popular is bc it portrays these queer teenagers as never having a single, physical thought in their entire life. there was this whole plot centered around one single hickey that Charlie had??? and something abt the physical attraction portion of it all, which they did try to show btw, felt disingenuous to me. and I know that’s why it’s so palatable to a mainstream audience and it pisses me off and again it just doesn’t feel genuine. which is ironically one of the main arguments against heartstopper criticism: “it’s not cringe it’s just earnest” when yeah maybe it’s Trying to be earnest but when u look at it from more than a surface level lens it’s not rlly succeeding

and I know the aroace storyline in season 2 with Isaac resonated with a lot of people and I think that’s wonderful, and I actually do think that was something that was done well, but how can you have a storyline around asexuality when you don’t show the contrast in how it is being an allosexual queer person. there was a whole lot of romantic attraction going on but even more tip toeing around the sexual attraction aspect. and I don’t expect it to be like sex education for example in terms of the focus on sex obv , but the lack of acknowledgment of that aspect of the queer experience paired with how much the uwu wholesomeness of it all is played up rlly rubs me the wrong way. once again: it feels dishonest

I was actually talking about this with one of my mutuals the other day and they pointed out that it is very plain that alice olseman did not consult a single queer man in the writers room. and if someone can prove this wrong be my guest but I rlly don’t think the whole physical attraction component would have been done so badly had an actual queer man been on the team. feels kind of like back in summer 2022 when byler shippers would literally shun and harass anyone who even implied that Will’s feelings for Mike probably included physical attraction meanwhile Noah Schnapp himself was making jokes about it bc he’s an actual gay teenager.

not gonna even get into right now how Tara and darcy felt even more like props this season than in the last one and I didn’t even like watching their scenes bc the writing itself felt performative. that’s a whole other post.

and man, wouldn’t it have been so nice if there had actually been people of color in that writers room. On a purely surface level heartstopper has a very diverse cast but once again, peel away even one layer and you realize it’s a bunch of tokenism, which brings me full circle back to my original point: you can’t say it’s peak representation and diversity when it’s whitewashed as hell and doesn’t gaf abt sapphics despite literally being written by one. guess she chose her whiteness over her queerness even when writing a queer story which wowwww sooooo original.

okayyyy anyways did NOT mean to write a whole essay but u discovering ur own beef reminded me of mine lmaooo

all of this was to say that basically I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t enjoy myself during parts of the show, and I don’t wanna shame ppl for liking it that is not at all what I’m trying to do here, it has its own place in queer media and if a show like this came out in like 2010 it would be groundbreaking despite its issues (but again it’s literally 2023 do fucking better) , but I take issue with people treating it like something it’s not and with the amount of love it gets I feel like I have to be really loud about my criticism of it, especially bc usually the criticism of the show that gets any attention isn’t even slandering it for the right reasons and like. if ur gonna hate on something queer and popular do it right

oh and heartstopper writers? maybe try speaking with an actual teenager once in your life before writing their dialogue they do not fucking communicate that well

okay I’m done now finally 🫡

#sorry rori I don’t know what came over me #booksandpaperss asks #should I make myself a rant tag #elli rants

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danafeelingsick · 4 months

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Novemetober 2023

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Day 3: Bad news = Bad stomach

Word count: 1,3k~

CONTENT WARNINGS: descriptions of vomiting, alcohol mention (no one drinks it), character death, grieving, anxiety, angst-focused, major spoilers for the archon quest of 4.2 ‘Masquerade of the guilty’, can be read as romantic or platonic (i think they're cute so uwu)

Character description

Navia is the current president of the Spina di Rosula, an organization devoted to helping the people of Fontaine (kinda like a mafia, but a good one?)

Clorinde is the champion duelist of the court of Fontaine, and killed Navia's father :( They are on good terms now.

A/N: ehehe... i like navia quite a lot so she must suffer (she took me around 170 pulls, no joke). i had the idea to write this before i saw prompts, so it fit in nicely. i wanna add more to this.

“To the ones who couldn't be with us tonight, I propose a toast.”

Clorinde never thought herself to be an empathetic person. She was used to being taken as emotionless, cold, her line of work as a professional champion duelist demanded it of her. So, it was certainly a surprise when her eyes filled with tears, listening to Navia’s speech.

The young demoiselle invited her personally to that commemorative banquet, even though she had been in an errand to invite several others, her visit still meant a lot to Clorinde. After the primordial sea had claimed so many of Poisson's residents, she worried that the glint of hope in Navia's blue eyes would never come back.

Death had become part of Clorinde’s routine, and though an honorable duel and an unprecedented tragedy couldn't be compared, it was hard not to feel for someone who had experienced so much of it in so little time. They were the same, in a sense, choosing to hide their true emotions behind facades: Navia's a cheerful and bright-eyed leader, while Clorinde's a disaffected and calculating duelist, ready to cut down anyone who were to ask it of her.

“This one is for all of the lives lost here in Poisson. For Karina, Desyree, Jonville…”, Navia continued, her wine glass raised high, joined by several others. The emotion was raw in her voice, growing weaker after each name, until — “and Melus… and Silver.”

Her breath faltered, gaze falling away from the crowd, finding no solace in them. When Navia next spoke, her words trembled almost as much as her.

“May you rest in peace.”

The guests took their seats one by one, Clorinde being one of the last. Navia didn't move at first, standing there as front and center of the banquet, serving as the image of a new beginning for Poisson. Though something made her think the president’s heart simply wasn't in it. Something in the way she clutched the glass in her hand, petrified, not ready to let go of it.

Navia raised her head, an empty look on her face, quickly draining of it's color. Her eyes met Clorinde's from across the table, an unspoken truce shared in that brief moment. Her trembling lips moved, but the words that came out were barely above a whisper.

“Please excuse me…”, was what she could made out, before the demoiselle stiffly stepped away from the banquet.

The duelist eyed the rest of the guests as they gradually returned to their own conversations, either out of respect for the President's privacy, or disinterest for her well-being; she didn't think she could do the same.

Even after its reconstruction, the small fishing village didn't look all that different from what Clorinde remembered. That familiar scent of wet soil and fresh catch filled her nose as she went up the stairs of the great underwater ship, picking up hints of rust and salt on the way. All of those thoughts immediately fled her mind as she found Navia, standing there in front of the ship’s entrance, like an abandoned puppy in the rain.

Silently, she walked to her, noticing the young woman had both hands wrapped tight around herself, her breathing labored, her eyes downcast. The duelist stood in front of her, mouth half-opened with so many possibilities of what to say, and sure of none.

“T-Thank you for coming today… Clorinde. I-I know you must’ve been… busy”, Navia was the one to break the silence, her voice choked, the brim of her hat obscuring her face. Though her first instinct was to look presentable, that urge doesn't come now it’s her childhood friend in front of her.

“I wasn’t”, Clorinde responded flatly, not thinking about she came across with that placid tone. Sheepishly, she added: “I couldn't have missed it…”

“I’m glad you haven't”, Navia remarked, her voice still struggling to be heard. “I-I know it's selfish of me, but…”

“It is not. You invited me, so I owed you my company”, Clorinde told her objectively, her eyes affixed to her trembling lips.

Navia shook her head, a grimace flashing across her delicate features, her hands balling into fists. It was then that Clorinde noticed the tears pooling under her chin, hearing the small sobs finally slipping past her mouth.

“I wanted to invite all of them… Melus, and Silver… It is so selfish of me…”, she forced out, her eyes screwed shut. “I am… only here because—”

“Navia”, Clorinde stopped her there, taking a step forward. Though her hands reached out, she still hesitating to touch the woman crying in front of her. How many times would she need to apologize until Navia trusted her again? Until she felt worthy of being her friend again?

Navia could barely see Clorinde through the blur of tears. Her hand floated up to her mouth, hovering over it as her chest began to heave. The noise she makes is one of struggle, of her lungs whistling in her throat. Her stomach writhed, squeezed in by her tight bustier, making it nearly impossible to breathe in.

A whimper escapes her as Clorinde’s hands come to rest around her waist, firm yet gentle, keeping her up as panic slowly engulfs her. That is when Navia raises her eyes, panting heavily as she searches in Clorinde's face for some comfort, noting now that she had never seen her so mortified before. Color drains from the demoiselle's face and she gags, pressing her hand tightly to her mouth.

“Oh… god”, she choked out and a second after, her stomach lurched violently, mouth filling with bile.

Even though Navia tried to press her lips thin, that last line of defense breaks as vomit comes up forcefully, spraying through the cracks of her fingers and coating her hand. She widens her eyes, feeling it soak into the fabric of her glove, messily dripping over her cleavage.

Clorinde winces, some reaching her white buttoned shirt, though the surprise is quickly replaced by empathy as she hears Navia’s sobbing interleaving her gagging. A thick yellow soup cascaded down her chin, no doubt what had become of the Poissonchant Pie that had been served during the banquet, now ruining the front of her dress.

It breaks her heart to see her friend in such a pitiful state, and she gently guides Navia to a kneeling position, her hand firmly on her back. She does so in time, as the demoiselle whimpers and heaves forward, vomit splashing onto the floor in front of her.

“Shh… It’s alright”, though words were never Clorinde’s forte, she tries to comfort her, keeping her voice a low and warmer tone. “I need you to breathe now, can you do that?”

Navia nods weakly, pushing through the nausea as she sucks in a greedy gasp. Clorinde busies herself with gathering the demoiselle's hair away from her face, trying not to focus too much on how intimate the whole situation had become.

“Good, you’re doing good… breathe”, she keeps telling her, running her gloved hand up and down her back. “It’s alright now, you don’t need to cry.”

Though Navia knows it, crying is almost a disservice to the heroes who sacrificed themselves, she can't help it. The woman leans forward, still trying to breathe, though her stomach make it easy. The organ lurched sickeningly, nausea still hanging above her head like a rain cloud.

She purses her lips, coughing violently until she chokes out a thick wave of undigested seafood, falling to the floor with a wet plop. Clorinde can't help the scowl that flashes across her face, though hopefully Navia doesn't see it, her vision growing dark, her chest tightening with each heave.

“There you go, it's alright…”, she repeats, trying to keep the whole situation under control, even as lending comfort to a grieving friend is something she can't recall happening before. The thought crosses her mind, thinking of her father, but she refuses to acknowledge it.

Navia sits back, sniffling, her hand cupped under her chin.

“Come on, let me take you inside”, Clorinde offered, both hands around the woman's shoulder as she helped her stand. “You need to change out of those clothes.”

Navia simply nods, unable to look her in the eyes.

#emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #tw emeto #tw anxiety mention #spoilers for the archon quest #novemetober day 3 #gen/shin imp/act na/via #gen/shin imp/act clo/rinde #g.enshin i.mpact n.avia #g.enshin i.mpact c.lorinde #sickfic prompts

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mgarmagedon · 5 months

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Au to your au, what would Shatter Glass au would look like?

That is actually hard question, because i hate designs for normal shattered glass, they are just swapped colors and that is quite boring. Like for example why every time when I see shatter glass KO he's blue or green???? Like WHY, why he can't look more like ambulance??? Something like this:

Ofc that is just example, but yeah.

But basically they look like this

SG!Bee as in normal rid15 run away to Earth from Cybertron as in normal, but in this case he chosen to escape because, he doesn't want to spent rest of his life in prison like SG!Ratchet.

Ofc to achieve that he took hostage- SG!Strongarm, young girl who was just kicked out from police academy and SG!Sideswipe, a who was pushed towards becoming a doctor by his father. (they both was there by completely accident)

And because he didn't have any other choice he took both of them to earth, and even after he told them to leave him alone they chosen to stick with SG!Bee.

And OFC Alchemor did fell of, but while the war, autobots stole this ship and put their prisoners inside, so all the prisoners who were in coma for many years could finally be free. One of them was SG!Steeljaw and his furry squad and they chosen to help our world and fight with SG!Bee and his team. (ofc while doing that find out what happend while the war when they was coma)

SG!Grimlock was also on this ship, but put here not because he was decepticon, but it was caused by fact that he is an unpredictable monster. And guess what, SG!Bee was the only one that he could force him to join him, mainly because he was like animal without and owner and needed someone to take care of him and his body. (they become boyfriends later uwu)

SG!Drift join them later when he heard that he can get nice money for taking SG!Bee's head to council, but after the bloody duel, instead of finishing him off, he left SG!Drift alive and proposed him, if he want to become stronger and be safer far away from Cybertron, he can stay with him.

That is fast idea for whole Shatter Glass for rid15, I wanna hear your ideas too guys :DD

Also SG!Bee lost his ability to speak while his first fight with SG!Steeljaw

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 75. brb x oc

a/n: I'll be honest I kinda based Chloe's whole schtick on a reddit thread I saw ages ago and it stuck to me. Does it make sense?? I hOPE?i t's just a sprinkle of angst yall nothing more uwu

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: light angst, FIRST FIGHT KIND OF???, then fluff

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Marcus did pay her, the exact amount he said he would and she was more than happy. Now she could not only get her car - the red Jeep wrangler she saw weeks ago - but she could also save this money for the moving day! Everything was running so smoothly, so nicely she could barely believe it. She’s been having a great week and when Friday rolled around, she was all smiles, so much it hurt her cheeks.

But one thing she found odd that day was how Rooster barely messaged her, well, less than normal, she knew he couldn’t talk much during work so this wasn’t so off. But it was fine! He was probably very busy!

This Friday she had to show up at the Hard Deck earlier since they were going to reorganize some bottles that arrived later than Monday, it was fine to Beatrice, she could talk to Penny and Shells while working which was always fun. She wondered when she could tell them she was moving in with Rooster, since they did think about going out this Saturday to visit some places and check them out…so, Monday! Monday would be a good time.

Penny asks Beatrice to take some of the trash out and she does with a huge smile, Shells commenting how she had never seen someone so happy to take those giant black bags outside like Bea was. The brunette just ignored, humming all the way over to the trash bins down the sidewalk, her peripheral vision noticing a different car in the parking lot, a white one that she couldn’t identify because it was a bit distant.

But her eyes would wander back towards it every now and again, furrowing her brows as to why it’d be there in the first place considering it was so early in the afternoon – too early for any other cars to be there - considering the bar wasn’t even open yet. She did see a woman with brown hair step out, which in turn makes Beatrice blink, seeing her get closer and closer.

Maybe she was lost? It has happened before, people usually stop by the parking lot because they don’t know the region and they need help finding where to go. So Beatrice, with that assumption in her head, prepared her mind to remember street names and known spots for localization in the surroundings. What she didn’t expect was the woman coming closer, stopping a few steps away from her and suddenly saying her name, “Beatrice?”

She’s surprised, her brain then wracking all the memory files trying to remember if she knew this woman or not. “Um…yeah? Can I help you?”

The woman pulled out her sunglasses, they were the same height, with the same brown hair color but the differences were that the woman had light brown eyes and was skinnier than Beatrice, “...I was just curious,I’m Chloe.” That name brought nothing from her mind, which probably showed since Beatrice furrowed her eyebrows even more, “Chloe Ritzer.”

Again, nothing. Nothing appeared in her mind, “Oh…um…okay? Can I help you?” she repeats and the woman’s expression soured just enough to make Beatrice worry a bit, “I…I’m sorry, did we go to school together?”

“No.” comes her sticky sweet reply, “We did not, but I know someone that you know.”

Oh! Oh she probably knew her siblings or something like that, that explains why she couldn’t identify her name. “I’m surprised Rooster never told you about me.” Suddenly all the noise around Beatrice disappeared and a cold feeling took over her stomach, her confused look only worsening.

“Oh…you were, friends?” Why would Rooster never tell her about this woman? The goblin voice in the back of her mind started to cackle menacingly, whispering doubts in her brain that she knew it wasn’t true.

Chloe, who had this weirdly smug look on her face after hearing that question, smirked, “Oh no, we were more than friends.”

Wait, what? Bradley didn’t say he dated anyone before her, no he didn’t because Phoenix and Halo confirmed it too back when they got together. Beatrice’s mouth opens then closes, trying to digest this brand new information with her body going into fight of flight mode. “What do you mean more?”

“I’m just surprised,” she completely ignores the question, dropping her eyes down on Beatrice’s body and the brunette immediately feels like she needs to cover up, “That Rooster would…well, I didn’t think he was so desperate.” The words hit Bea harder than a slap.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you don’t really think he’d be interested in you right?” The pure venom coming out from this woman who she had never met nor seen before was already chipping in her confidence walls. She was acting like a bully already. “He just did because I moved out and he had to find a rebound.”

Rebound.

Beatrice’s wide eyes got even wider, her breathing turning erratic, “That’s not true.” she whispers, “How do you– why are you–”

Ohohoho what did I tell you? You knew I was right, all along. You were nothing but a rebound, that’s what you are. Maybe that’s why he didn’t talk to you too much today, because he was seeing this woman again. She’s beautiful isn’t she? Skinny and model-esque. Not like you, you pathetic girl.

No. No this wasn’t happening, this wasn’t true!

Beatrice’s deep inhale was shaky but she licked her lips before speaking, “...I’m not a rebound.” she whispers, her eyes slowly meeting the other woman’s “I-I don’t know who you are but if you two were together before, that was then and this is now.I am not a rebound.”

Neither the goblin voice nor the woman expected that response, with Chloe’s lip curling into a disgusted snarl, “Listen here, tubby,” Beatrice tried not to jolt at the insult, “I don’t know what sort of lie he’s been spewing your way but he’s not interested in you at all.”

“He doesn’t lie to me.” she snaps back, “...you don’t know him, if you did you’d know Rooster doesn’t lie.”

Shells steps out of the bar when her friend takes too long to come back, stopping by the doors when she sees the two brunettes face to face, “Aunt Penny.” she calls and her aunt appears right next to her, wrinkling her brows and muttering ‘who the hell is that?’ to her niece. But she holds Shells back when the blonde tries to step closer, ready to defend her friend from this random strange woman they’ve never seen before.

“He’s a man, he’s going to lie.”

Beatrice feels her fury getting worse and worse, “No.” she snarls, “He’s not, you–how long were you two together?” Chloe opens her mouth to reply but Beatrice cuts her off, “If it’s more than one day you’d know that Rooster doesn’t lie, he was raised right, he is loving and he’s kind…”

Realization hits her immediately.

She wasn’t one of his girlfriends. She was one of the hookups he said he had before. “...that’s why you don’t know, you were with him for one day.” Chloe’s face turned angry, Beatrice struck a very visible nerve apparently, “...You– are you serious? You, you think that making up stuff about my boyfriend,” again another flinch coming from Chloe,”About how he’s apparently never loved me when we’ve been together for seven months and are currently thinking about moving in together?? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Chloe’s smug attitude dropped slowly, no doubt she was thinking she could manipulate Beatrice into thinking Rooster wasn’t interested–which backfired immensely- “I–you—”

“What the fuck!! What the fuck are you doing?” she hated how her personality reminded her of the Bitch Trio, maybe that was also why she was getting so fired up about her. That and the goblin voice trying to repeat over and over how it was right. If this was a few months back, maybe she’d be leaning towards it, maybe she’d doubt herself and her place in their relationship…but not now. Not now. “...You think he doesn’t love me or are you projecting your own fears on me? Because what you guys had was nothing more than a one night stand?”

“It was a great–”

“If it was he’d done something else about it,” Beatrice snaps, straightening her back and holding back a smile at how she was now taller than Chloe, “If it was why wouldn’t he be with you?...I am not a rebound. He loves me and if you have a problem with that I am sorry, I am so sorry but nothing will change it.`` Another car pulls to the parking lot, an SUV she knows too well and Evelyn’s body is already out and marching over.

“Listen tub–”

“No! You listen! My name is Beatrice. My name is Beatrice Schiavoni and” every word she gives a step forward and Chloe a step back, “And you dare, you fucking dare to come out of the woodworks accusing my boyfriend of being a liar when you know him for less than a few hours??” Chloe’s shoes hit the edge of the sidewalk, almost losing her balance, “And a one night stand??A hook up?? Rooster would never, he would never say what he doesn’t mean and if you– how fucking long was this? Almost a year ago? Two? And you kept the thought he wouldn’t move on?”

Chloe was looking smaller and smaller, Evelyn sending Shells and Penny a surprised look, “How fucking dare you??” Beatrice looked ready to beat the shit out of Chloe, not even because of her but because she was saying stuff about Rooster, “I don’t know what your plan here was, Chloe Ritzer.” Evelyn’s head snaps up when she hears the name, this time really getting closer to the two, “But you–”

“Chloe Ritzer?” Evelyn repeats, “You are the data analyst who was transferred out of state.”

Beatrice’s chest heaved with her intense breathing,looking back at Evelyn with her eyebrows furrowed then to Chloe whose eyes were now doubled in size, “Yeah,yeah I remember my dad saying something about you, about how you were asked to transfer because you pulled some bullshit around the base.”

“How the fuck does your dad know anything about me??”

“He’s a vice-admiral.” Chloe paled, immediately, her eyes now only focusing on Evelyn, “And if I call him right now and let him know that you are here and he contacts your superiors, they would know you are here now, right?”

Beatrice watched with wide eyes, not believing what she was hearing. The fact this woman came from out of nowhere just to get something out of Rooster was insane. How did she even pull this off? Better yet, what did she think it’d happen? Chloe just looked surrounded, which she was, especially when Penny and Shells got closer too, the three women forming a barricade behind Beatrice that signaled that Chloe was at a huge disadvantage there.

Seeing that this was a battle she could no longer win, which honestly she never did, Chloe slowly backed away, muttering she was ‘sorry for bothering them’ and ran to her car, almost hitting another one when she reversed out of the parking lot, disappearing from view. “What the fuck just happened?” Shells asked, looking at Beatrice, “Did she threaten you or something?”

“She was just badmouthing me and telling me lies…just,trying–I don’t know what her endgame was, but it was…weird.”

“Should we call the cops on her?” Shells asks Evelyn who is looking down at her phone, typing something quickly - undoubtedly letting her father know what just happened.

“No. I just texted my dad, he can deal with it for us.” Evelyn’s eyes softened, “Are you okay Bea?”

Was she? She was a bit…she didn’t know how to feel about what just happened. Yes, she was nervous at first but then she was so angry, she was so mad because this woman who had nothing to do with her life nor Rooster’s wanted to…intrude? Act up? For what? “I’m…I’m fine…It’s just, I feel a bit dizzy.” all that anger and fury probably dropped her blood pressure or something because she was feeling really woozy. Penny stepped up to Bea and ordered Shells to hold her other arm as they brought her back inside the bar.

They sat her down in one of the booths, Penny rubbing the back of Beatrice’s hand as Shells rushed out of the area to get some sugar water. Beatrice rubs her forehead with her palm heel,clenching her eyes and enduring the heavy toll her body had to deal with emotionally, her head pumping with a violent headache that only made things worse, “She’s done this before.” comes Evelyn’s voice, which makes both Penny and Beatrice turn their eyes her way, “According to my dad, she was interested in another guy before, didn’t work out, she tried showing up again and getting him back. It was never violent, she was never violent, but this shit isn’t going to go over well.”

Shells come back with a white mug filled with water, her aunt giving her a confused look but accepting it anyway, ‘There you go,Bea. Take…little sips.” she waits until the brunette brings the mug to her lips, scrunching her face at the pure sugar hitting her tongue, setting it down after just a few gulps. While the other women talked amongst themselves, Beatrice couldn’t help but repeat the weird events that happened seconds before.

This woman, this Chloe, showed up as if she was Bradley’s ex-girlfriend or something serious like that and tried to belittle her, belittle Bradley saying he was a liar and making her think he was with her out of pity?? The goblin voice crackled in the back of her mind, whispered growly voices making it’s way over her ear, planting doubt after doubt inside her brain. But it made no sense, because Rooster wasn’t like that, he wasn’t like that at all and he has proven that time and time again!

Then why was she having weird thoughts about it? Why was the goblin voice of doubt being louder than every other? Why was she questioning this? She hated it, so much and she knew she’d have to talk to Bradley about it because he'd definitely see if something was off with her. Would he be upset? How would he react? God she was so nervous, she only hoped that later tonight when they went back to his apartment they could have a good talk about this.

He wasn’t so different when he got to the bar, he greeted her as he normally would, he smiled at her like he normally would…but when they got back to his apartment, he got very quiet and his face seemed to stone in a mid frown that never disappeared. Even Jolene’s presence there didn’t seem to ease it and it got worse every time he looked at his phone.

Beatrice only stood by a distance, biting her lower lip watching his back move as he pulled his Hawaiian shirt from his body, folding in his hands, “Brad,” she calls and he stops, looking back at her with an inquisitive glance, “Are you okay?”

He inhales deeply, his smile not quite meeting his eyes, “Long day, gorgeous.” he says in a clipped tone, “Long, long day.” she chews her lower lip again, watching him rub his hands over his face and sighing against his palms. Beatrice wrung her hands together, unsure on how to tell him without making his day worse so she chose that it’d be better to help him unwind a little bit.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Bradley rolls his lips into his mouth, his hands propped on his hips with another inhale going down his nose, “You know, I don’t think so.” that was weird, he usually wants to share if something is bothering him, “I don’t–” he shakes his head, not finishing the sentence.

Oh I wonder what could’ve happened to him. Maybe he saw that girl again and noticed he still had feelings for her and doesn't know how to tell you about it.

That wasn’t true. Bradley isn’t like that. “Are you sure?” she asks softly, watching how his shoulders tensed up and his body went rigid, but his face wasn’t turned towards her.

“I am very sure.” he says curtly, “I really don’t want to talk about it,Bea.”

Beatrice swallowed her saliva nervously, the sharp claw of fear and anxiety climbing up her spine as she watched Rooster disappear into his kitchen to get something. Maybe it was just work stuff he couldn’t tell her. Maybe that was why he was like that. She follows him into the kitchen, a glass of water being chugged down in harsh gulps until he thunked the glass on the sink, leaning his weight on it.

She didn’t know what to do and the doubtful voices in her head weren’t helping. “Do you want to order something?” she asks softly, stepping closer to him and disliking how he was walling himself up but choosing to not prod about it, “I know it’s late but I think that we can get some pizzas.”

Bradley clears his throat, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose where he rubbed it in slow circles, “Yeah. Sure.I can do pizzas.” his clipped tone was unnerving her more and more, it wasn’t helping her anxiety and fear with him acting like that.

Because he’s thinking how to break it to you that he no longer wants to be in a relationship with you…tubby.

No. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true.

“Okay…I’ll…order it then.” The silence usually wasn’t uncomfortable like this and Beatrice didn’t know what to do. Her emotions had flared up ever since that afternoon and she felt she wouldn’t be able to keep it in for long. She didn’t want to make him even more upset with the information that…his ex-hookup showed up and tried belittling her like that. His ex-hookup that was…tall and skinny, looking like a brunette Gisele Bündchen with how perfect she was.

But wait, no she wasn’t perfect. She was just skinnier than Beatrice was and that didn’t mean that Beatrice’s body was wrong. She just did a photo shoot using swimwear and other clothing she’d never admit she thought about wearing before, so she wasn’t wrong. Her body wasn’t wrong and he loved her and her body.

Oh, but what if you’ve been mistaken?

She wasn’t mistaken, not about Rooster…not about how he feels when it comes to her. But the way he was acting right now was…really bothering her too much. He was never this quiet, he was never this brooding with her, “Roos.” she calls softly, following him out of the kitchen, where he stops by the hallway, “You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you,right?”

Bradley’s jaw moves, but he doesn’t speak, “I know.” was all he said, “Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s just…well you are very quiet and I worry–”

“There’s nothing to worry about,Beatrice.” he doesn’t raise his voice, but he does sound snappy, ‘Whatever it is I’ll resolve it. There are some things that I have to do alone and I don’t need your help with.”

Oh.

“...oh.” was all she could reply, her mind going hundred miles a minute with all the fears and possibilities. He changed his mind about them, everything was right, she was wrong, everything was falling apart, she wasn’t deserving of happiness nor deserving of him, “...okay…”

Bradley sighs,running his hand down his face and muttering a ‘be right back’ as he steps into his room and then the ensuite bathroom, locking the door behind him. He puts his hands over his eyes, pacing around his bathroom as he tries to control his temper, trying to forget that Chloe showed up out of nowhere and decided to message him. He was sure he blocked her, he was sure he cut all contact.

God he was so pissed when she started suggesting things for them to do, as if they were just on a ‘break’ and he wasn’t dating Beatrice. He walked around his office just like he was now, trying to ease out the anger and annoyance. It took him so long to finally cut her off he didn’t even talk to Beatrice - lunch break was over and he was still getting rid of Chloe’s constant messages since just blocking her clearly wasn’t going to work.

Then he got mad because he wasted so much time getting rid of her he could barely say two words to Beatrice and then he fucked some stuff up - he also lost his favorite pen - and he had to take a few breathing breaks. Then at the bar, while he was still angry, seeing his girlfriend helped him calm down a little but he just kept thinking on how to tell Beatrice about Chloe and how to deal with this.

…speaking of which, he shouldn’t have acted like that with her. Beatrice wasn’t at fault for what happened and he should’ve just told her about it instead of locking himself in his bathroom and leaving her alone, “Fuck.” he groans against his hands, thinking how much this Chloe just bothered him to the point he was getting angry at people who had nothing to do with it, instead of her.

He took a few more calming breaths, hoping that Beatrice wasn’t too upset for him snapping at her like that - God, he never once did that to her, what was he fucking thinking? He gives him a look on the mirror, then leans down to open the faucet and wash his face the best he could, breathing out by his mouth before he steps out of the bathroom, “Bea,” he calls, walking past his bedroom’s threshold, “Bea, baby I’m sorry for–”

Where was she?

She was right in his living room when he went inside. Matter of fact, where was Beatrice and Jolene? The pittie wasn’t in her favored spot on the couch either. Bradley moved his eyes anxiously, she was probably in the kitchen, yes, she was going to order pizzas- she’s not in the kitchen either.

He tries not to panic, he couldn’t see her bag there either so…wait, did she leave? “Fuck, no,no no no.” he stomps his way to his front door, looking down the hallway and towards the elevators. His eyes widened seeing the numbers going down, “No, no no!Fuck! “ he doesn’t even bother to wait for the other one, he slams the fire escape door open and runs down the stairs, checking every floor to see if he still had time to reach her.

No, no, this couldn’t be happening. Beatrice couldn’t be leaving. Not like this, he had to tell her what happened! “Please, let me reach her. Please.” he ignored his throat burning and how his chest ached from running down the steps all the way down to the lobby. He has to take a quick break before he reaches the last door, yanking it open to check. Someone else was entering the elevator now, both of them, so Beatrice already left!

He had to hurry. He ran all the way outside, breathing heavily and looking around in hopes to see her down the street. She didn’t have a car, so she probably called an uber…but there were no cars, well, there was one, but it was now driving away from him– his keys, he needed to get his keys, “Fuck!” he once again didn’t take the elevator, going all the way back by the fire escape stairs, shouldering the door to his floor open.

His white tee was sticking to his back and chest, but he couldn’t care about it right now. He just inhaled shakily once he got to his apartment door, leaning on his hand to regain his breathing, “Okay,” he says between gulps of air, “Okay, I need my keys.” he wipes some beads of sweat that traveled down his temple and his cheekbones. He was starting to panic, what did he do? God, what did he do? He shouldn’t have said that. Why did he say that?

Where the fuck were his keys? He patted his jeans, then his tee - that had no pockets - cursing high and low. “Where the fuck are they, where the– excuse me a minute Jojo.” he steps over the tail wagging pitbull to reach the other side of the room…then he pauses. He pauses and slowly looks back to where Jolene now was, seated on her favorite spot in his couch, his eyes widening, “Wait, how are you here?”

“Roos?”

Was he dreaming? Was he imagining things? Because that was Beatrice’s voice. He looks up to the hallway, seeing Beatrice holding her bag in her hands, her eyebrows low and confused, “...Bea.You are here.”

The brunette’s eyes turn sadder, looking away from him, “...s-should I not be?”

“What? No!” He crosses the room in two strides, wrapping his arms around Beatrice so tight she drops her bag to the floor in surprise, her hands slowly coming up to touch his damp shoulder blades.

“Roos, why are you so sweaty? What happened?” she asked against his neck, blinking her big green eyes in surprise when he pulled back to smack her lips soundly, over and over, the girl’s face turning such a violent shade of red she looked ready to melt. “Roos- Roos what’s happ-” but his lips kept on hers, cupping her warm cheeks in his big hands, before he drops them to her thighs where he picks her up and carries her back to his bedroom. She barely has time to speak, between his lips on hers and the sudden shock of being carried over, she presses a hand to his wet and warm chest, pushing him the best she could.

He does break the kiss, but he keeps his face right above hers. “...Roos…wh-what is happening? Why are you drenched with sweat? Are you sick?”

“I…” the weight of his sudden workout finally hit him and he felt his chest heave out breath after breath “I…I thought you left, so I…I ran in hopes to get you. I’m sorry.”

“Rooster…why would I leave? I’m not understanding…”

“I snapped at you and you had nothing to do with what happened.” realization shone on her eyes, the same eyes that looked away from his ashamedly, her hand dropping from his chest to land on her stomach.

“I shouldn’t have pestered you–”

He shakes his head negatively, closing his eyes, “No. No this isn’t your fault.” he says gently, “I shouldn’t have done that. I…I was mad about something else and I just let it out on you and it was unfair.” her eyes return to his, hesitantly so, but he’s glad she’s looking at him again. “Pretty girl, you know I don’t get mad at you for worrying about me.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, he could see the worry still in her eyes, in those big green eyes he fell in love with, “It’s just…you were acting weird and I thought…I thought I did something wrong.” that I was no longer good enough, she thinks, “And I…I guess my day has been kinda messy too so…”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, gorgeous. You didn’t, hey,” he cups her chin when she looks away, arching both of his eyebrows for emphasis, “You didn’t do anything wrong…I’m sorry for snapping at you. I really am.”

Beatrice takes a long while to reply, so long he almost feels she won’t do so, but she nods “I forgive you.” she whispers, which makes Rooster sigh out in relief, dropping his face to her neck where he breathed in her lavender scent - calmness and devotion - kissing the curve of her shoulder. “Do you want…to tell me what happened?”

He lifts his head from her neck, then looks over his shoulder to his bathroom, “Yeah but…maybe I might need to take a bath first…join me?” he didn’t like how she seemed to go back to hesitation, “If you don’t want it’s okay.”

“No,no I do.” she whispers, ‘It might help me get my mind out of things too.” she replies, giving him a small smile and following him when he stood up, offering her his hand. She grabs with the same smile, closing her eyes when he leans closer to kiss her forehead, then her lips one more time, leading them to the bathroom.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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nguyenfinity · 1 year

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Enstars Pokémon HCs (that I may or may not draw??) This is quite a long list so I’ll put it under a read more

Ibara has a Seviper and Yuzuru has a Zangoose. I’m right and you know it. Also debating between Ibara having a Roserade or a Ferrothorn but y’know he can have both. As a treat

Jun has a Mightyena (he’s had it since he was a kid when it was a lil Poochyena)

Hiyori has a Meganium (the vibes just made a lot of sense for me)

Nagisa has so many fossil Pokémon. Like. That’s his entire team. He also has a small army of Carbink but no one knows where he keeps finding them—

Funny story so like. I don’t know if Bloody Mary would be a Pokémon or a regular dog here but if she was a Pokémon she’d probably be a Lilipup

You’d think Niki would have a Munchlax but he absolutely cannot ‘cause between the two of them they’d just go through too much food too fast (I fully believe he’d have a Morpeko tho)

RYUSEITAI ALL HAVE MATCHING MINIOR IN THEIR RYUSEI COLORS AND YOU CAN ATTEMPT TO PRY THIS FROM MY TINY COLD HANDS BUT YOU’LL FAIL

Mama has a Bewear and a Kangaskhan (the mama Pokémon of all time)

Insta user fuyuhikoswife said Rinne looks like a shiny Pawmot and I don’t know if he’d have one but I can’t get that out of my head so I thought it’d be a fun thing to share (they also said Hiiro looks like a shiny Pawmi and yeah)

HiMERU Zoroark. AND he has an Inteleon (that used to be Kaname’s Sobble because someone, I can’t remember who, drew Kaname with a Sobble and I absolutely subscribe to the idea of Kaname having one of the crybabiest Pokémon ever) that only kinda listens to him. Like it’ll cooperate when necessary but it would prefer its original owner y’know??? I mean he could also have his own Inteleon that he raised instead if that makes you less sad—

Rinniki Volbeat and Illumise <3

I think 2wink Plusle and Minun are a given—

Shu’s got a Furfrou and Mika has a Mimikyu

Kuro has a Leavanny (y’know the sewing and. Mom friend vibes)— it was a Swadloon during his delinquent days

Wataru’s got a Drifblim I think that’s also kind of a given (I don’t know if he’d have a Mr. Mime ‘cause he’s enough of a clown but he’d have a lot of Pidoves/similar bird Pokémon)

ALSO FUNNY STORY so I was originally gonna make Kohaku’s 6th Pokémon a Drifloon, like it tried taking him away since it mistook him for a small child after he left home but then he caught it. Until I figured he probably wouldn’t go anywhere near ghost types—

So anyways Hajime has a Drifloon ‘cause it tried grabbing his siblings but he was like “hey that’s not nice >:(“ and it felt bad but Hajime took it in and now they’re besties uwu

Aira leans towards cutesy/heart themed Pokémon like Luvdisc, Woobat, but I also think it’s so incredibly important that he has a Ducklett. Y’know.

Shinobu just has all the ninja Pokémon, like I mean Ninjask, Nincada, Accelgor, etc, but his main is Greninja ‘cause it’s a ninja and a frog (he’s also very partial to frog Pokémon)

Anzu has Delibird (to help her with work) and a Chansey (to keep her alive when she does too much work)

Subject to more additions probably

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sweetandsavageautistic · 2 months

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(CW: Cringe, puzzle pieces, Autism Moms, potential sensory eyesore, ableism possibly, like one sex joke)

Welcome back to me harshly criticizing graphic design choices that people make about autism where I find pictures of shirts and whatnot and I tear into them like a lion tearing into its prey. Let's get into it.

In the words of @rebmasel on TikTok: "Ka-chow."

First up the only appropriate way to do this review is in the style of Dr. Seuss.

I do not like the puzzle piece, for it disturbs my fucking peace.

The color purple is real nice, but the message here I would think twice.

No tacky colors, so that's good. I don't hate it, though I feel I should.

Final Score: 4 out of 10. I'd rather not see this again.

I know the first line's kinda cheating, but I couldn't really think of any other fitting rhyme.

Next up is this:

This is already miles better than most of what I've seen.

The colors aren't tacky, they're actually kinda nice.

You have two wolves inside of you, both of them are gay and autistic. /ref

Autism Acceptance, that's a win.

Infinity symbol instead of puzzle piece, fuck yes.

Only criticism is that it's kind of a cheesy message, but not the worst.

Final Score: 9.5 out of 10. I'd wear it.

And then the quality drops here.

Puzzle piece means you lost points.

"Autism Mom." You can say it's difficult to raise an autistic child, but you're not a goddamn superhero.

How dare you use Rosie the Riveter for this. The disrespect. /hj

The military font is tacky.

I don't like seeing blue associated with autism, but at least it's not an abominable shade of blue.

Final Score: 1 out of 10. Get it out of my sight.

Speaking of lions that I mentioned earlier:

I'm already liking the absence of puzzle pieces.

Autism Acceptance is a yes.

When a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. The lion gets jealous, sometimes so jealous he EATS the children. You'd think this would upset the lioness; far from it. They make love again like the children never existed. I find that idea terrifying. /q

Not a fan of the colors, they're too dark for my taste.

The message feels cheesy.

Final Score: 7.5 out of 10. I dunno if I'd wear it, but it's not the worst design I've seen. The effort and care are present.

This feels like a roller coaster because it went downhill again.

"Share your friends." As someone with PDA, to quote Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3, Line 87; "No." /hj

Autism Awareness. Once again, I am very aware of my existence but sometimes I wish I wasn't; there are days where I'd like to be both perceived and NOT perceived.

The blue isn't tacky, thank God.

I hate the quote because it gives the message that autism is nothing but a burden.

Also there's a bit too much going on with it, all of the decals and shit.

I don't see any puzzle pieces, so thank God.

Final Score: 2 out of 10. I do not recommend.

This is a bit different.

There's just way too much going on in this. Absolute eyesore.

Return of the Tacky Elementary School Colors, except they dragged orange into it this time.

So many puzzle pieces.

Why is everyone trying to fight autism? It's just minding its business.

I'm pretty sure that that's going to be a signal to mean kids to bully your kid. Like, even if there's more understanding of autism, there are still asshole crotch goblins.

I haven't "done" autism, but I am curious as to whether or not autism is good in bed. /j

Final Score: 1 out of 10. No thanks, I'll pass.

Let's end part 2 on a high note.

Simple design, but colorful and pretty easy on the eyes.

And the colors aren't patronizing.

No puzzle pieces.

Acknowledgement of the intersectionality of autism and sexuality.

No cheesy message; just a funky design about autism and gayness. Not all autism shirts have to be serious or UwU or motivating, so it's always a nice change of pace.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. As an asexual biromantic autistic, I'd wear this.

#autism #autistic #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #sweet and savage autistic

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azurethebassist · 1 year

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R, S, W fluff and N, W, Z smut for Skwisgaar

okies! some Skwis under the cut

fluff:

R - remember (what's their favorite moment in your relationship?): Skwisgaar doesn't seem to have had many (if any) serious relationships, like not just sex, so if you somehow wormed your way into his heart he'd probably have lots of favorite moments with you. the whole romantic relationship thing is new to him. but a big moment for him is when he realizes that he enjoys you and wants to be around you. you'd probably start your relationship off as a friends with benefits sort of deal, slowly spending more time in Mordhaus with him. he'd show you all around the place (it's massive), probably let you play the arcade games, let their chef cook you a nice meal. one day Skwis would probably be sitting on the couch absentmindedly playing scales on his guitar with you resting on his shoulder, talking about your day. it kinda hits him that he likes more than just your body. he's invested in this story about how your coworker's dog accidentally ordered 12 pizzas from the Domino's app so that's how you got free lunch that day.

S - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? would they like to be protected?): Skwisgaar would be very protective of you. he's shown to be the least violent, so i don't think he'd be kicking anyone's ass if they look at you the wrong way. that's not the kinda guy he is. his protection would probably come in the form of comforting you. he's a bit awkward with that that sort of stuff, but he'd really make an effort to be a shoulder to cry on. that would come after you've known him for a long time, he would never play therapist just for some groupie. he'd like to be protected in the same way. just be there for him. maybe Toki's being really annoying today, or this solo sounds so good in his head but it's not coming out perfectly. he'd appreciate if you'd just listen or even try to lighten his mood

W - whole (would they feel complete without you?): as previously mentioned, Skwis would kinda go through stages in your relationship. first you'd probably start as friends with benefits. you'd be one of his favorite booty calls so he has you over a lot. he likes the comfort of knowing he'll have some good sex with you. after some time he wouldn't immediately throw you out after you're done. and then you'd just end up hanging around Mordhaus a lot. Skwisgaar would be super uncomfortable realizing you've become part of his routine. sometimes you'd come over and not even have sex with him. he'd probably have a small freak out over the strange new feelings he's feeling. band dad Nathan would probably just be like "you like them or whatever. just say something to them. having you be all weird is not a good look. not brutal". he'd probably shut you out for a bit tbh. but he'd realize he doesn't want to be without you. i see Skwisgaar as being really clingy once he gets to the point where he really cares about someone

smut:

N - no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs): Skwis is down for almost anything but he wouldn't want anything to do with inflicting pain. idk i just don't see him being comfortable with it

W - wild card (random headcanon): this man is a fan of lingerie. he'd buy you so many cute panties and bras (even if you don't need a bra, bras are cute on boob-less chests too). he likes lacy shit or stuff in cute colors. he'd also go wild for cute stockings. seeing you in thigh highs would drive him crazy. Skwis would love pushing your panties to the side and fucking you in missionary to look at how cute you are in the lingerie he picked out for you.

Z - how quickly they fall asleep after sex: Skwisgaar has stamina. he probably could go a couple rounds and still have energy to clean you up, make sure you're ok, maybe shower with you, and then fall asleep. he wouldn't be out immediately after lol

thanks for your ask and if you'd like to request, the prompts are here

uwu

#metalocalypse #dethklok #skwisgaar skwigelf #metalocalypse headcanons #metalocalypse fanfic

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hibernationsuit · 7 months

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WORSHIP PATIENCE

worship

Honestly this is the only thing that came to my mind and it was circling my thoughts for a week now. Anyway. I think Percival likes to fuck with the other people working for Rockwell or Akande and only helps them quickly if they give him stationery.

Another point is that, if you take Phineas's side and never betray him, it's clear that no one is going to, well, deal with the cartographer. So that's what Patience gets to do uwu

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"I am here to see the Adjutant."

The man behind the desk looked at her with a look full of disinterest and maybe a little bit of anger, seeing how she interrupted his stationery arranging ritual, and fixed the position of his glasses, as if to make her wait even more. "Are you, now?" How she wanted to punch him in the face.

"It's about the case. With the maps." Percival stared at her, acting like he's the most bored man in Halcyon. You're so lucky you don't see me rolling my eyes at you. Sometimes wearing a helmet was so helpful. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed and leaned back on the chair. "Took quite long to do it, huh?"

"There was another guy going after it."

"Uh-huh."

"So, are you going to let me in or not?"

"No."

Patience took a deep breath to look calm, despite being a total opposite. She wanted to grab him by his collar and yell, Are you fucking serious? You think I won't tell her that I'm late because of you? You think she won't do anything to you because you're Chairman's favorite assistant? Luckily, the guards standing all around the room reminded her why she shouldn't. "Why not?"

He looked at the pile of pens on his table. "I heard you were on Eridanos a week ago..."

"Of course." She reached into one of her pockets and took out a pen, and gently handed it to him. "Here you go."

He smirked and put it next to the pile. "Thank you."

"You're always welcome." Just because you are the most important guy's assistant doesn't mean we should worship you like this. "So...Adjutant? Can I see her?"

"Of course, of course." He called the room and the door opened. "It was nice to see you."

Well fuck you too. "You too."

Patience walked into the room. It always felt weird, to be in the Adjutant's office and explaining how things went, while she looks at you with almost blank face. Patience was scared of her, but also admired her a lot.

She bowed slightly and placed the documents on the desk. "These were in her office. And she's...in the maintenance tunnels. No one will go there anyway."

"I'll send someone to make sure she won't be found." Akande's voice sounded weird, as if she was doing her best to conceal a strong emotion.

"There was this other gu-"

"No need for details, I don't care." She picked up a folder, thicker than the folders Patience had usually seen. By the color of the cover she could guess that it was related to another target, information collected all over the colony by Board loyalists. "There is a scientist who has commited some unforgivable crimes and is working with Phineas Welles. I want him in this room as soon as possible."

"I don't think the guards on the first floor will let me carry a body into the elevator, even if I said it's for you."

"I need him alive. Do not kill him, do not even think about it."

"Why?"

"He has...information." Akande muttered and reached for another paper. A wanted poster, fresh off the print, based on the smell. Patience read it quickly.

"Must be important information if he's done all that."

"Yes. He's not supposed to be here. In this colony. In this time. And that's why he knows something important."

"What is he, a time traveler? A fugitive from another colony?" She wanted to say a joke for once, she'll risk it, "A suddenly revived Hope colonist?"

Adjutant narrowed her eyes. A surprising reaction she didn't assume she would get. Clearly, whatever happened, this man has made her day awful. Patience hoped the joke won't make her angrier.

Before she could explain that it was a joke, Akande nodded. "Yes, he's from the Hope." She paused and looked into her eyes. "But if you mention it to someone else, you can find yourself in the same situation as him. Got it?"

Patience nodded, fighting against the will to escape the room. "Yes, ma'am."

"Now go."

#asks #my writing #my ocs #oc: patience #ehehehehe hiiiii #the outer worlds #the outer worlds oc

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a-bucket-of-trash · 1 year

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Hey my favourite Kelvin writer 🥰

I really love your analysis (and of course all the stories you write) of Kelvin and I was wondering what type of music do you think Kelvin listens to? And what style of clothes would result from that?

I have this idea (or more like a wish/obsession) in my head that he'd listen to rock and metal 😏 maybe not death metal but at least some metalcore and, probably due to me being a Rockabella irl, I so wish for Kelvin to listen to some nice classic and 50s rock while maybe dressing up slightly into that direction. You know those jeans, converse sneakers (or boots) and maybe a tight white t-shirt combined with a leather jacket or something cuter like a white shirt, suspenders and a bow tie. It would look so cute on him 😍

What are your thoughts on this? I'm so curious 😁

Hello Raven! The amazing writer Raven uwu a honor! ♥

Do you want me to analize and do THEORIES? AGAIN? I sadly can't do that now... I'm actually too busy to OK HEAR ME OUT

I fully damn agree with you and is fully my headcannon. With the 0.5% of what we can hear of the music he is listening on the helicopter, it have a rhythm more inclined to the rock side, specially since we can listening what it seems to be the drums. Also, as a metal head myself, we can't literally don't listening some rock in a place so metal as a fucking helicopter, I mean, come on, is like say that you love candies and you don't eat one in a trip. Also there is nothing more metal and rad and punk that just listen rock in a middle of a mission as you give 43 fucks about the orders?

He is like "pfff orders? I will see what the fuck I do on land, let me smash this blast against my ears OMG I'M DEAF NOW, what they said about don't hear metal too high to not break my ears was TRUE!"

He seems like rock- punk rock for me, probably some metal in his hard days, specially glam metal like Motley Crue. He also seems to have a (very obvious) soft side, so I guess, in his softie days, he would be listening soft rock, some Queen and Bowie, and full romantics guitars songs country style to which he would fully want to badly slow dance with his SO.

And I think he would secretly likes 80's Disco. I mean, he have the face of someone who drink a beer more of the usual and end crying af and half bad singing Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Kelvin is the kind of dude who play (badly) to be a hardcore but sing "I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world ♫" with the headphones at max, vacumming the living room, dressed in dark colors with the pastel color apron of his wife/partner.

Kelvin is the kind of dude who will say that certain pop song is too mainstream for his taste but will have it hidden in an album in Spotify. He would pretend is too metal punk pure blood but will have a favorite reggaeton, and he will love it, and dance it hidden in the bathroom as try to twerk to the mirror.

He would listen a variety of genders because he loves music, but he would never confess it because he have a hard appearance to maintain (even when he is a softie, but well, mostly of the most metal punk heads are fucking softies).

And clothes? SAME, VERY AGREE. Early rock style, very Travolta style (I think he would be a mega fan of the movies of the young Travolta, like Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction). Specially if is in a "playfull party mood".

I think he would normally wear something cool and chill, but definitely with a leather jacket like:

In lazy/ too busy to be cool days, he would be pretty basic: hoodie and done, move on. But his wardrobe would be the most basic boring color palette, like, boy would have 25 shades of grey, black, dark blue and brown. A miracle is find something dark green or even red. Boring ass. Jeans, jeans jeans jeans... baby you have only jeans??? (he would say no and pull a pair of the most basic black pants ever)

He would totally have ONE good fancy jacket like this and will be the most formal clothes he can have (before jump to full wedding/funeral black suit that he would have because being militar he would totally assist to way too many funerals)

So... YEAH lmao I again get lost in the theories XD Was super fun tho! Thanks for the ask! I love you a tooooooooooon ♥

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By the way, this kind of random crap would be also his style. Funny random unexpected trash that he would send you a Saturday at 2am because is drunk but is thinking about you.

#sotf kelvin #kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sons of the forest

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pinejayy · 1 year

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Doll (Wally Darling x Reader) part 3

Part 1 // Part 2

Thank for the support guys! I really appreciate you guys !! uwu

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attack, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Cannibalism (Puppetlism??)

Once you were back at your place you couldn’t help but think about your date. You honestly had a great time, Wally seemed like a nice guy. But you still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling about Home. As you walked into your bedroom, you place the painting that Wally made you down. You couldn’t help but admire the painting, he was really great at painting. The colors were so lovely especially the red, hmm you wonder what kind of red paint he uses.

As you were getting ready to head to bed you couldn’t get your mind off of Sally. It was odd that you haven't seen her all morning. And she hasn't answered the phone all day. You were getting worried, she was your best friend! You at least had to go over to her place and check on her. So you did that, you walked to your door and open it but before you could step outside a chill ran throughout your whole body. Stopping dead in your tracks, you look up. Seeing Home’s eyes on you. Does this house always have to look at you? You couldn’t move, your body froze, yes Home’s glaze is very uneasy and the way their eyes follow you makes you uneasy and nervous, but something about their stare right is wrong. Deeply wrong...something more evil.

“Dammit! Move Y/N!” Thinking to yourself, your breathing got heavier. As you started to shake. What’s this? You've never felt like this? A new emotion?

Home’s eyes never left your frozen body. Feeling dread, you kept shaking as tears rolled down your cheeks. It was harder to breath. “Come on move Y/N!” You kept thinking to yourself. Why were acting like this? After awhile you snapped out of your thoughts and slammed the door closed. Leaning your back against the door and sliding onto the floor. You couldn’t stop shaking, it was getting harder to breath. Your head was hurting. God....you hated this feeling. Breathing heavily you started to cry...then soon after crying yourself to sleep on the floor.

On to Wally’s House

“Hmm, aren't they great Home? I really love them.” Wally said walking around, he was so love struck. Wally giggled to himself, he walked into a room. It was his special room where he painted.

*Creek Creek Creek Knock Knock”

“What's that Home? Oh? Hmm how interesting?” He said, Home was telling Wally that you tried to look for Sally but for someone reason you didn’t. Wally was bit upset, why would you look for Sally. Why do you need her when you have him. “Thank you Home, let me know if anything else happens.” Wally said, smirking to himself as he patted on one of the walls as if he was thanking Home.

Wally isn’t too worried about you finding you so called Best Friend. Wally then opened a closet where he kept spare paintbrushes and canvas. But Wally didn’t pay attention to that stuff his eyes laid on the body he had. Sally’s body. Wally had no shame of going after your best friend. But he had to be the center of your attention, no one else and he definitely had no shame of putting that “Special Ingredient” into the pie.

Smirking to himself he enjoyed watching you eat that apple pie, eat a part of your best friend. He also loved watching your reaction to the lovely painting he made you...the red he used. Sally’s Blood... Wally looked at the body, she sure did put a fight that’s for sure. But she won’t be a problem for you, for the both of you.

The Apple Pie and the painting was your first punishment, well more like unknown punishment. And Wally will give you more if he's not the center of your attention.

The Next Morning

You woke up feeling in pain, sleeping on the floor isn't for the best. But you don’t know what came over you. This new feeling, you didn’t like it. Why couldn’t you move? Or breath? But you were glad it was over with, maybe you could look for Sally now. As you quickly do your morning routine and managed to everything within an hour. And once you were done you started to walk towards your front door and as you reached the door nob, freezing for a second but snapped out of it. You were about to walk out until you saw Home’s eyes on you once again. Quickly slamming the door and stepping away.

“Stupid House…” You say to yourself. Maybe the back door is a better option. As you made your way there and once you were outside you try your best to stay away from Home’s eyes.

You walked around. Greeting the neighbors, as you walked towards Sally’s house you smiled to yourself. As you got closer someone stopped you, feeling a hand on your shoulders. Turning around and seeing Wally. “Hello Doll! How did you sleep last night!” Wally said in his cheerful tone voice. As he intertwines his arm with yours. And started to walk to the other direction. Moving you away from Sally’s house.

You were completely distracted as you didn’t notice him moving you away from Sally’s house. “I slept okay I guess...” You tell him as you didn’t want to tell him about last night. Wally looked at you, and he knew you were lying since Home told him about you last night. But he smiled. “Hmm. But what are you up too?” He asked you.

“Well I was going to check on Sally...” You say and look around and didn’t see her house. Wally was walking you in a different direction. But before you could say anything else Wally spoke up.

“Home was talking about you last night. You breathing hitched for a bit, making Wally smirk. “Home was telling me that they miss you, and would love to have you as a guest again.”

“Oh, how nice of them!” You say softly. And before you know it you were in front of Wally’s house. “How did we get here?” You thought to yourself.

“Now come in Doll, I have left over Apple Pie! And I thought of a cute way we can spend our day.” He said, grabbing your hand. “Home would you be a pal and open the door for our guest.”

Home then opens the door. Wally smiled at you and started to lead you inside. You just kept on smiling as you didn’t want to be rude to him. Once you guys were inside Home closes the door.

*creek creek knock knock creek knock*

“Thank you Home and it seems like Home likes you Doll!” Wally said, looking at you he smiled. “So Doll...would you like more Apple Pie?”

You just nodded at Wally, “How very sweet of Home.” You look around and smile slightly. “Sure, that would be lovely!” You say and still thought about your friend. “Hey Wally, could I use your pho-” You said as you look up and saw that Wally was gone. Just leaving you alone. Hmm great.

“Doll? Aren't you coming?” He said from the kitchen.

Heading to the kitchen, you saw that Wally already had a plate for you. He was sitting at the table. He had a chair ready for you. You smile at him and walk over to him and took your seat. “Thank you Wally.” You say.

Wally watched you so intensely as you ate the pie. He smirks to himself. “Is it still good Doll~” He said, as he crossed his arms. You nodded which made him grin even more.

“You gotta tell me your secret.” You say, as you finished up the pie. It was so sweet, and it had a bitter taste to it but it went so well together.

Wally chuckled and shook his head. “It's a secrets ingredient Doll, if I tell you it won’t be so secret right?” He chuckled. Which made you roll your eyes at him, playfully.

“Hm I guess you're right, but hey Wally. You don’t mind if I use your phone again.”

Wally looked at you. “How come Doll...” He said. Don’t tell me you’re asking for Sally again.

“I just wanna make sure Sally is okay..” You say softly. Wally looked at you and thought of something. “Oh about that Doll! Your dear friend Sally is resting at the moment. I went to go check on her and it seems like she caught a very bad cold.”

You look at him, is that why she hasn’t been answering you. You felt slightly relieved that she’s home. “Oh? I didn’t know that. Maybe i’ll bring her some soup.” You say but Wally stopped you from saying anything else.

“NO!!” He yelled out. Which made you jump slightly. Wally quickly apologized “Sorry about that Doll, it’s just that Sally doesn’t want anyone to see her. Not at the moment...you know she doesn't want anyone catching her cold.”

To which you just nodded. “Okay, well at least she's home resting.”

Wally smiled, and stood up. “Come on Doll I have an idea.” he said, taking your hand and walking you to his room where he paints. “I was wondering if we could paint each other?”

You just smile and nodded, that sounded like a great idea. “Hmm. Sounds interesting.” You said, and saw that he had everything set up.

As a few hours passed by and Wally and you were still painting. Wally kept on going to the closet to keep getting paint, well specifically red paint. He said it was his special paint. You tried to help him but he didn’t allow you near the closet what’s so ever. He kept on saying it was a mess and he didn’t want you seeing the mess.

You were curious honestly. But you couldn't disrespect him by looking. But you wanted to know..

“Hey Wally. I’m tried of painting how about we do something else.” You whine. Wally looked at you and chuckled. “Well if you say so Doll~ How about we play a game of hide and seek.” He said, placing his paint brush down.

You smirk and nodded “How about you count and I hide.”

Wally loved that idea he walked up to you and placed a small kiss on your lips. And pulled away. “This game is just between Y/N and I. Okay Home.” He said loudly.

*knock knock creek*

“Hey, Home. I said it’s just for Y/N and I, the three of us can play some other time.” Wally said loudly once again, his voice firm. “Sorry about Home Doll, they just wanna play too.”

You just chuckle nervously and just nod at Wally. Both of you made your way to the living room, and Wally smirked as he closed his eyes. And started to count. One...Two...Three..

Quickly you made a run for it, looking for somewhere to hide. You didn’t where to hide. You could always hide in that closet. As you look for a hiding space you ran into his painting room, where that closet was. Four....Five...Six...

He was close to Ten, as you reached for the door nob of the closet it seemed to be locked. “God dammit Home.” You whisper to yourself. Seven...Eight...Nine...

You still try to open it but it wouldn’t budge. Ten....

Still trying to open it, and by some miracle the door opened. Gasping to yourself...

Wow a other part guys!! Comment on what should happen next uwu

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What favorite headcanons do you have of the four knights of Gwyn?

Thank you so much for the question!!! And I'm very sorry for the late reply, this last semester really kicked my ass X_X I've taken some time to gather some of my ideas, but a disclaimer fist: I have only played the first game (and managed to get the last missing achievement a few weeks ago, very proud of that UwU) All my understanding of the Lore and Story comes from the first game story, ingame item descriptions (which I dedicated an unhealthy amount of time to reading through), so my headcanons might sound a bit outta pocket? idk :) I'm going on a tangent here, please bear with me:

- To start with Ciaran, god i love her so much. I believe she was the first of the four to reach that high a rank and had years of experience in the subterfuge/assassin branch of the military. Though she was not the one to found the knights, that honor fell onto Ornstein, she was the first candidate chosen. - I don't think she really wanted to leave her post with the other assassins and believed that fame/glory as one of the Knights of Gwyn, would be rather counterproductive for someone who works mainly in shadows. - Assassin life is lonely, constant undercover work and month long missions away from home, I don't think she had many friends, if any at all. Working together with strangers from very different military backgrounds was not new, but to form a group? It felt like a show. A nice performance to show off how far you can come when joining the army. - It was an honor to meet Ornstein, and they first never considered being more than simple colleagues. It shocked them both how well they got along. Their humor is dry and often mean at first glance, I think that was the first thing that truly bonded them. - I think it felt easy for them to form a friendship, and that scared Ciaran a bit. Friendships in their profession don't last long. -When you fight her she will say something along the lines of: "Hmph, you humans...", suggesting that she is not also human? Maybe she is of a different race? (I've been waiting for some free time to finally make a design of her, maybe the next few days...) - Ornstein! Ornstein's first thought was to reject the offer of becoming a Knight of Gwyn, not to mention the Captain of the party. Training a special battalion of Dragonslayers was enough, he didn't have time to parent another- granted, more "elite"- group of Knights. But he wouldn't be Ornstein if an order wasn't fulfilled with flying colors. - Ornstein has always been a loner. His pedantic, cynical and all around stuck-up-ness repels people in social settings, but make him reliable as a captain. - This attitude might not be for everyone but Ciaran and him understood each other almost instantly. - I really enjoy the theory of Ornstein being an illusion conjured by Gwyndolin in DS1. While I don't know much of the later games, I have seen theories of him going after the Nameless King. I love that for him, adds drama - He and Smough definitely had something going on; but I can't imagine it ended well. Smough, though a cruel executioner, doesn't deserve to be left in a forgotten city in perpetual twilight. - Poor Artorias: He was an incredibly kind soul, who put others before himself. His undying optimism was one of his greatest strengths, even though his peers (mostly Ornstein) often found it naive. - Artorias dedicated his life to defeating the Abyss and Darkness, so much that it makes me wonder, if he had personal reasons? Was his home destroyed by the corruption? Had he lost loved ones to it? - Personally, I think Artorias was honored to have been chosen as a knight of Gwyn, but was unsure. Would this interfere with his mission? - He was an open, cheerful person and brought a careful balance to the little group. A much needed optimism radiated from him, that made people flock to him. Though I don't think he would make light of the duty they carry. He is always full of hope and believes that every life is worth saving; even if its to his detriment sometimes. - Ornstein couldn't stand that cheerfulness in the beginning. He thought it was childish and naive, that Artorias takes defeat too lightly, that he doesn't linger on loss. It took him quite some time to understand Artorias' hope is the thing that drives him, it's what inspires the soldiers around him to live another day, fight another battle.

-Ciaran had no such judgement for Artorias. She understood quickly that this is just how he is. She is an expert at adapting to peoples moods and personalities, but it felt so easy with Artorias. Joking around, training, important gatherings in Anor Londo, or even meeting off duty, she felt no need to pretend with him. Even if she decided to not say a word, she could rely on Artorias to fill the silence with comfortable chatter.

-Gough was the last that rose to the rank of Gwyn's Knight. It was a shocking turn of events, not just for Gough himself. Giants were considered lesser beings, and one of them being granted the honor? It was a scandal. - It was Artorias that "found" him. Maybe during training, his eyes followed the sound of a loud twang of a greatbow. This giant, in standard archer uniform shot arrows the size of halberds at targets that were mere pinpricks in the distance. He squinted at the straw mannequins to see if the giant hit. Every single one was pierced through head and heart. - Giving praise was easy for Artorias, but Gough shuffled his feet and kept his eyes to the ground when receiving the kind words. - Once acquainted, Artorias seemed to notice him every battle, not once did the great spear-arrows that rushed past him miss a target. - Even in a fight against dragons, one would merely look to the skies to watch the beasts fall to the ground with ripped wings. - Gough was a lonely soldier in an army of many. His skill with a bow granted him a position above "live shield" or fodder for the front lines. For a long time he was unsure if that is a blessing or not. But when he met the Wolf Knight, he could hardly believe him talking to him, let alone complimenting his skill. - Gough scolded himself; he should fear this man, he who could ruin his life with a single critique. But Artorias makes it hard to fear him when he smiles at you like he wouldn't be happier anywhere else. - They kept stumbling into each other- or, more likely, Artorias knows almost always where to find him. Sometimes he has his great Wolf with him. The beast instantly takes a liking to Gough and always leans into his hands when he pets her. - When one day, Artorias comes with a proposal, Gough is terrified. He would not admit this though, and while acknowledging the honor of a position among Gwyn's Knights, he declines politely. He hopes Artorias can understand his reasoning, even without him voicing them. - But even though Gough is sure that Artorias knows his fears, the judgement and resentment towards him and his fellow giants that will surely follow, he looks at him with resolution set in his eyes. "Thou art worthy, Gough. No other compares to thee." - Gough has not often felt hope, but in that moment, he felt alive.

I may have let thing run outta control X) I know its not really a list of headcanons but I like going with the flow

I would love to know your thoughts and headcanons as well!!!!! <3

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