#and it's not like you can just ensure you ONLY get that map when you're doctor- who doesn't give a fuck about that window.
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blessed be the death of MFT.
buckle up, STBFL, and ultimate weapon nerfs next please. 🙏
#dbd#thoughts about media#ONLY during deep wound? like good bye. most survivors aren't going to bother and will prioritise perks that are more simple and reliable.#this is going to stop a lot of survivors from just relying on this perk- and not any of their own skill- to loop killers forever.#super happy about the garden of joy and red forest changes incoming too.#I could handle red forest just fine with my two mains- ghostface & hux.#but there are some other killers who do not stand a chance on that map because of the sheer size of it.#and the garden of joy is...well it's one of the most poorly laid out maps in the game imo.#that main building window is a fucking ATROCITY.#even hux with rapid brutality & soma family photo struggles to catch up to a survivor looping that fucking stupid window.#and it's not like you can just ensure you ONLY get that map when you're doctor- who doesn't give a fuck about that window.#also very exciting to see trickster is getting a buff. I fear it may be a Little too much but we'll have to see.#I do like trickster because I LOVE awful men but he's SO painful to play with the state he's in on live servers.#and like why would I subject myself to playing a killer whose power barely does anything as opposed to other. better. killers?#ghostface and hux aren't even remotely close to OP but they still get consistent and reliable use of their powers.#even if some fuckhead follows you around to reveal you. you can shroud in chase to hide your stain momentarily and mindgame.#and hux's depleted oxygen tank add-on shuts down exhaustion perk usage when a survivor may most need it. even if they get EMP'd.#hopefully updated trickster will join the pool of killers I regularly play.#so unfair that I can't play him and doctor and equal amount. they are married to me.
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headcanons : harry potter boys x keeper!reader
↳ harry, ron, draco, neville, fred, george, remus, and sirius with a partner who can wield ancient magic (hogwarts legacy style).
↳ requests are open! submit ideas, drabbles, headcanons, or one shots to the link in my bio! don’t be shy <3
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harry potter:
-thinks it is the coolest shit ever! when you're in a fight together and you protect him by shooting a powerful blue bolt towards the enemy that disintegrates their very beginning, he feels so proud to be your partner!
-on the other side, he also knows it feels like to have a lot of pressure and power on your side. he worries about what it must feel like to wield ancient magic and be the only living person who can see it. every time you use it, he checks on you after, ensuring that you don't feel too exhausted and can continue fighting.
-supported you so much through the trials. he didn't need to know every detail of what you did and went through but he would hold you so tight when you came back, praising you over and over for being so strong and brave.
ron weasley:
-he's a little jealous, ngl. like his partner can use this sick magic and is responsible for keeping the magic safe and alive out of the wrong hands?? why can't he do that???
-i also feel like ron would be confused, if not a little angry, that you refuse to share the power and attempt what others have before (such as isidora using the magic to remove pain). he doesn't really understand the problem and feels like the keepers are suspicious.
-he'd brag about you alllllll the time though! like oh my god every second he would find some way to bring up the fact that you can do really awesome things and that you are his awesome partner forever!
draco malfoy:
-draco loves you a lot and finds your magic incredibly cool, don't get me wrong, but i think his family swayed his pursuit of you because wouldn't it be so grand if the malfoys had a keeper in their family? someone so powerful and knowledgeable? who would pass down the truth and their magic? yes please! (every time narcissa brings it up, it irks draco but also he pats himself on the shoulder for choosing you)
-wants to know every detail about the trials and the past and the memories you're viewing! you'll come back from a trial, sweaty and tired, maybe bleeding, and he'd help you first then ask hundreds of questions after.
-your use of ancient magic is not necessarily unknown and makes you quite popular among the students of hogwarts. this, however, makes draco really jealous. if he could, he would follow you everywhere, glaring down anyone who tries to make a move on you. before you go on adventures, classes, or just to the common room, he'll drape you in his slytherin scarf as if he was marking you.
neville longbottom:
-poor thing gets so nervous when you have to complete the trials or do something incredibly important for the sake of keeping the magic safe. he knows he can't go along with you but he'd stay by your side until the very moment you enter the map chamber, whispering praises and support the whole time.
-would heal up all your wounds and take care of you if you exerted too much during a fight. he knows how much everyone depends on you and the least he can do is take care of you properly! he would run you a bath, apply soothing balms to your skin or use his plants to heal you up, and cuddle you tightly!
-tries his hardest to not feel useless but sometimes it's hard when you're so strong and he's so...not. of course you'll always reassure him and give him the confidence he needs but very frequently, he gets really down on himself about it.
fred weasley:
-every day he comes to you with a new scheme that involves your magic. could you make a portal that leads from the dungeons of hogwarts to the top of the astronomy tower? it's important. snape is gonna get really mad when he goes into his office? can your magic fix that?
-begs, and i mean BEGS, you to let him come along on your adventures and battles. he wants nothing more than to support you and fight along your side! as long it's not a trial, you can't help but let him come along. you usually end up saving him after he pays a little more attention to the way your whip around the battle, taking down everyone effortlessly.
-speaking of paying too much attention to you, he thinks it is so attractive than you can do what you do! he gives you some time after fighting to recuperate but then immediately he is ON you. he's kissing you and telling you how hot it is when you turn someone to just particles.
george weasley:
-he wants you to teach him everything you can. there are some things that are just simply innate and can not be taught but all your tips and tricks when it comes to fighting will now be all of his tips and tricks. you two would just find some field away from the burrow and go at it, sending spell after spell at each other. georgie is just overflowing with adrenaline and it's a great way to get it out.
-deep down, a part of him wants to be protective of you. he wants to keep you from going out into danger and taking on dangerous tasks all for magic and some old people telling you what to do. but he knows better, trust me. he knows you can defend yourself just fine but he just wants to put you in a little bubble and never let anything hurt you.
-just like ron, he will brag about you whenever he can. everyone is sitting around the great hall table, talking about how it's so cool that you defeated a troll in one fell swoop and he just wraps his arm around your shoulders, a glimmer in his eye as he proceeds to say "yeah, aren't they just so amazing?"
remus lupin:
-fears for your health and safety so much! when you come back from a trial, he's hushing you and putting you in bed, feeding you chocolate and brewing tea until you feel better!! you are bearing the weight of centuries old magic all alone. the least he can do is take care of you!
-supports your decisions throughout your entire journey as a keeper. if you truly believe that releasing ancient magic to the world and using it for more than the original keepers intended, then he understands. if you want to continue to keep it hidden, he will not question your judgement.
-this is so fluffy but i feel like you figured out how to manipulate your ancient magic to floating, bright blue scenes and pictures. around remus's time of the month (said lovingly), you'll lay in bed with him and use your wand to paint pictures of animals, lakes, waves, stars, or, in more sappy moments, your future.
sirius black:
-he thinks it is SO hot that you can take someone down without barely blinking an eye. his favorite move you do is when you lift someone into the air and slam them down repeatedly. gets blushy and turned on excited every time.
-once followed you down into the map chamber only to be very harshly yelled at by one of the keeper's portraits. he just wanted to see what it looked like and to know where you go on dangerous missions!! who can blame him, truly? definitely grumbled the whole rest of the day.
-when you two get married, he refuses to let you take his last name and instead will either take yours or say screw it and come up with one! he doesn't want his family to have the gratification of having a keeper with the black family name. he wants you to shine for who you are and in another century, he wants your name to be yours, not his.
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I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU (HOW YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I TURN TO)
in which you and percy must navigate the intricacy of love and glory in the midst of terror
percy jackson x ares! reader, wc: 1.8k, warning: violence, description of wounds/blood, note: thank you so much for requesting!!! and yes, i picked the quest members randomly SUE ME
Percy was busy this summer. On top of his daily activities at camp, the Oracle had bestowed on him a particularly tedious quest which he eagerly accepted, not one to miss out on adventure. But the last few days have been tough for everyone. The quest Percy and his friends had taken on proved to be way more demanding than expected and monsters seemed to constantly appear out of nowhere. Looking over his shoulder to ensure everyone was okay, he noticed you trailing behind Annabeth and Thalia, backpack slung over your shoulder. Even with tired eyes and a couple of cuts on your face, you were the prettiest being he’d ever seen.
“I think we can stop here for the night,” his voice cuts into the silence of the early evening. “we’re not far off our destination and if Thalia's mapping is correct we might be a few days early. That’s great news !”
The rest of the group nodded, each setting down their bags and stretching. “Thalia and I are gonna settle here, call us if you guys need anything.” Annabeth said, to which Percy acquiesced.
As soon as they moved off, Percy's gaze turned to you, sitting on a rock with your backpack on your knees, looking away.
“Hey angel,” he approached you, one hand brushing your arm before settling himself by your side. “How are you holding up ?”
Looking at him for a brief second, you shrugged, opting to play with your dagger, a gift from your father, the infamous god of war.
Taking your silence for an invitation to continue, Percy adds: “I can’t believe we made it this far so quickly you know ? Everything is going smoothly and if we get back to camp this early Chiron might see us fit for another outing !”
His words feel like pit scorpion stingers and you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. That's when he notices how taut your shoulders are. He frowns, attempting to meet your eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong ?” he tentatively rubs your back. “Do you need anything ? I might have a few snacks Grover packed before we left..”
The mention of your friend back at camp half-blood makes your stomach clench. You miss Grover, you miss camp. Hades, Mr D’s stupid shirts are even starting to grow on you. This quest seemed to go on forever and you wished Percy wouldn’t be so stubborn about it. Putting your stuff away you sigh, looking up towards the stars slowly coming out of hiding. “I don’t need anything Percy.” you answer dryly.
You can see him from the corner of your eye, looking at you skeptically. “Is this because we’re still on the road ? You know the worst is over, I think we’re in the clear about monsters and all… And then, if everything goes exactly as planned we’ll be back at camp in a couple of days.”
You press the heel of your hands against your eyes, as if his voice was enough to give you a headache. “I don’t care, Percy. I don’t wanna know about that stupid plan or those stupid monsters. The quest is the only thing that has been coming out of your mouth ever since Chiron told you to go talk to the Oracle. Even when we’re at camp you only seem to care about going away !” you finally snap, staring at him crossly.
Percy’s confused, you can see it in the way his brows furrow. “Listen, it’s- it’s important, okay ? These quests, these prophecies, they’re vital if you want to prove yourself, to grow stronger ! How do you think we’d be doing in the real world without this ?”
You sigh, toying with your bracelet, a gift your boyfriend had given you last summer. “That’s not what I meant Percy ! You’re just so… You give your all to all of this and I understand, I admire you for that ! But it sucks to see you risk everything so often, to see you come back all hurt and bruised.”
“Would you like it better if I stayed at camp and did nothing then ?” it’s his turn to get upset, arms crossed as he stares at you.
“No ! Of course not ! I just wished you knew how to take care of yourself and others at the same time ! You’re all up in your head sometimes, barely acknowledging me, or anyone else for that matter !” you let out an annoyed laugh.
“Oh so you’re mad because we can’t hang out like we used to ? Come on, you know how serious that is ! Of course I care about you but this is important too !”
You scoff, turning away from the boy. “Glory is important to you, I get it ! It’s what runs in your blood. But why can’t you see how it affects others, me ?”
Percy runs a hand in his hair, obviously distressed. He calls out your name, a hint of dejection in his voice. “I think the journey has taken a toll on you. We should talk about it, about us ! You don’t mean that.” he reaches out but you step away. “Yeah, right. Is there even an us right now ? Maybe I’m just a hindrance. You’d definitely do greater things without me pestering you” you breathe out, angrily wiping your eyes.
Your words slice his heart and you can see a twinge of sadness in his eyes. “Come on–”
He barely has time to finish this sentence when Annabeth yells from behind: “Watch out !” Briskly turning around, the boy is faced with two enormous hellhounds. Drawing out his beloved Riptide, Percy slashes the air, attempting to get the monsters to back off. When the two creatures jump forward instead, Percy’s mind goes blank. He can only think about everyone’s survival. In his line of vision, he can see Annabeth and Thalia actively defending themselves. But he can’t see nor hear you and that’s enough to make his heart beat ten times quicker. He can’t afford to diverge his attention right now but he knows you, he knows you can put up a fight. You’re not the pride of Ares’ cabin for nothing after all.
One down, Percy thinks as his sword pierces through the monster’s fur. Brushing off the dust sticking to his face with bloodied knuckles, he turns around in horror as he hears a bloodcurdling scream. Your scream. His feet drive him to you as fast as they can, only to find you wrestling with the remaining hellhound on the ground, its fangs sinking into your flesh.
Percy sees red. He lunges at the creature, weapon raised. Within a few minutes, what remains of the monster is the flickering black dust disappearing in the moonlight. Out of breath, Percy rushes to your side when he notices you’re not getting up.
“Hey hey ! It’s over, you’re- you're okay.” His hands on your shoulders, “C’mon, we gotta get you up.” He tries to get you in a seating position but the whimper you let out makes his heart clench. You grab his shoulder with a shaky hand, throat prickling as you attempt to tell him something.
“Hurts Percy…it hurts…” and that’s when he notices the gash on your lower stomach, shirt ripped to shreds and blood dripping down. A wave of nausea hits him but he holds on, applying pressure on your wound.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re- we’re gonna get you back to camp, we’re gonna help you. Just… Just talk to me yn, don’t close your eyes.” Percy’s hands shake as he tries to keep you conscious while Thalia and Annabeth fumble around him with a makeshift stretcher.
Even now, Percy is still amazed at how fast they all ran back to camp, guilt plaguing his mind as Chiron and a couple of dryads took your inert body and carried you to the infirmary.
The next few days are awful. Percy’s at the edge of your bed night and day, feeding you nectar and ambrosia, dabbing the sweat off your forehead when you strike up a fever, helplessly watching a kid from the Apollo cabin change your bandages. When you finally come out, he’s sat at the edge of your bed, head in his hands.
The sun peaking out from the closed curtains is still too bright when you open your eyes. You frown, slowly raising your arm to cover them. The rustling of sheets has Percy whipping his head in your direction and even in your daze, you can see his shoulders sag with relief.
“Hey…” he says softly.
“Wha– what happened ?” you speak out, voice husky.
He’s sitting next to you within seconds, hand gently holding yours. You can see he’s trying really hard to find the right words, to tell you exactly how his nightmare played out. “We…We were on the way back to camp after our quest. We were all exhausted and- and we fought… I’m so sorry yn,” he pauses, voice shaky. “We didn’t have time to talk things through… Two hellhounds appeared out of nowhere and by the time I turned to look for you I– I saw you on the ground. You were fighting the monster but he got you really bad and when he was gone I wanted to see if you were okay and– and you weren’t.. There was so much blood and you were in so much pain and–”
You squeeze his hand twice, cutting him off. He looks at you and this time you can clearly see the tears forming at his lash line.
“It’s okay Percy,” you smile weakly, thumb drawing circles on his skin. “We made it, you made it.”
He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a few seconds. “No, no it’s not. I was terrified when we brought you here. I was mad at myself for fighting with you and I was so, so scared to lose you. I kept repeating our last interaction in my head and thinking that those words might’ve been our last made me realize how stupid I am for not noticing how I hurt you. You’re right. I get too much in my head. And… I can’t do anything when I’m not with you. I know this might sound silly but I need you with me all the time.”
You let out a small chuckle. “It’s fine Percy. I am partially to blame too y’know… I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I– I didn’t mean what I said. Of course there’s still an us. I guess I got too much in my head too.” you smile at him sheepishly. “And I hope you know I wouldn’t deal so nicely with any of this demigod bullshit if you weren’t by my side all the time.” you add with a mischievous smirk and Percy’s heart swells.
Resting his forehead against yours, his hands are on your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. “We’ll be alright angel. We’ll always be alright as long as we’re together.”
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Heartslabyul boys with a pregnant S/O
Synopsis: I'm dealing with terrible baby ferver so I need to get this out of my system. Headcanons to how the boys react to your pregnancy all thorough the months.
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond
Tags: SFW, fluff, domestic fluff
Notes: AFAB gender neutral reader, cw pregnancy and birth
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⁀➷ Riddle Rosehearts – poor man hasn't had one single good night's rest ever since the pregnancy test came positive. Riddle is over the moon with the news, of course, but stressed just as much; he knows there's a lot going on with your body and a growing baby can seriously wear you off, so he's always checking up on you, and the doctor's appointments turned into a routine. He's worried and delighted all the same, making sure you're comfortable and your needs are always met. He's pampering you rotten and doesn't even mind your mood swings; he learned to be a lot more patient and permissive from them. Regarding weird pregnancy cravings - no, he won't allow you to eat screws with ketchup, but will provide you with a nutritious meal, mapping your weird requests and directing them in healthy and safe foods.
And though he looks stiff and on alert constantly, he immediately relaxes when he lays by your side, head resting on your chest while his arm gently hugs your belly in a protective way. It's also really cute to watch the way he gasps in surprise and his face go alight with sincere affection when the baby kicks, reacting to his words.
Riddle likes to plan beforehand, so he can avoid facing unpleasant surprises, knowing how to act and be dependable like the responsible father he is supposed to be. He hates to be reminded about his neglected childhood, about how his father would barely make appearances during important events of his life and the way his mother was a strict tyrant who only controled him his whole life. He wants to be better, someone much different from both his parental figures - he wants to be perfect, loving, someone who can make you feel safe and comfortable, taking everything to the smallest detail. So when you lift your eyes to face him, he feels a sense of dread as your features slowly changes from relaxed to one of horror. "Riddle... I think my water broke," those words freezes him on the spot, and he's more terrified than you. Shake his nerves off so he can drive you to the hospital, please, or else he's the one giving birth on the spot. Don't worry though, he'll not leave your side for one single moment once you reach the delivery room, massaging your hand and cooing softly against your ear to try and make the process less terrifying.
⁀➷ Trey Clover – he's a lot more busy ever since you gave the good news. Trey has been working a lot more at his parents bakery and even making side jobs to ensure your growing family's comfort; though mama and papa Clover have both been deeply delighted and eager to extend their help in whatever aspect you may need, Trey is determined to be a providing, responsible father. Of course, he will not stop you from working if you wish to, but will talk you in staying home by the last trimesters, and he looks so worried it's convincing enough. He always comes home late at night, exhausted and worn off, but you're always greeted with the sweetest smile of satisfaction and affection when he comes to lay by your side, wrapping you on his arms and planting loving kisses on your face as he's lulled by your voice talking about how was your day.
He's always sending you messages or calling you to know how you're doing between breaks, and always tries to accompany you during doctor's appointment. If for some reason - like being called to work - he can't be present, he'll ask his mother to go to the appointments with you, just to be sure. He hates that most times he will be too busy to do everything by your side, but will find comfort on the fact that everything will pay off at the end. He is a little disappointed to know that you won't be allowed to eat his sweets, but makes adaptations of your favourite desserts - no sugar with fresh and natural ingredients. Maybe they aren't as tasty as before, but somehow it still feels sweets and are enough to sate your cravings. And no matter how weird they are, Trey will be happy to indulge them, as long as you don't request for something dangerous.
Similar to Riddle, Trey is thinking ahead of time. He has reserved two bags with hospital essentials, one for the baby and one for you, just to be ready when time comes. And when you go into labour, he's quick to react and drive you safely to the hospital, staying by your side until everything calms down, cheering on you and providing comfort the whole time.
⁀➷ Cater Diamond – he was... surprised to know about your pregnancy. He wasn't actively looking forward to be a parent, but he quickly warmed to the idea just from looking at how happy you looked. Also, that meant cute baby pics and another excuse to pull you on his arms to take cheesy photos together. Cater keeps on the easy-going, confident demeanor around you to keep you at ease, but he's swirling with anxiety and doubts inside his mind; his idea regarding parenting isn't one of the best, being manipulated all his live by his sisters and even mother, not to mention that his father's absence for the sake of his own job took a toll on any practical exp he could have on the matter. But he still tries, and he tries hard; suddenly, his Magicam feed is flooding with maternity-dedicated influencers and he's diligent enough to write down the most useful and important tips.
He's also looking for fun, cute pregnancy trends to pull you into, something to take your minds off the scary aspects of it all. He tries to act all mysterious on his stories and new posts, giving out hints and it surprisingly explodes in likes and comments - everybody is on their toes for the day Cater finally announces the pregnancy, and when he makes it public, he's documenting everything, first bump, the ultrassounds, the development of the baby. Will send you memes about pregnancy and useful articles to read together. Also, you won't even need to voice out your needs, Cater's senses are heightened over the roof now and he's tending to them before you can even sigh. Need a hug? Already wrapping his arms around you. Want something hearty to eat? He's calling the best restaurant in town to deliver your comfort food.
Going to appointments with him is always fun; that's when he shows off his concerned side the more, questioning everything the doctor says, discussing articles he had previously read and asking about every little aspect to it. And when your due date comes, he's surprisingly quick to pack everything up like it was nothing, but don't expect him to drive you to the hospital. His arms and legs are melting the moment he sits down. While in labour, he will try his best to make his presence on the delivery room, letting you hold his hand and scream at his ears, but the moment he sees blood, he's fainting. Nope, can't take it at all, he 's just too anxious about it.
⁀➷ Ace Trappola – he's speechless about the news and it takes some time to finally dawn on him he's about to be a dad. Ace is a mix of curiosity, eagerness and reluctance; the aspect of raising a family of his own excites him, but is also scary. He's not particularly experienced with children and this is a whole new world for him, something he needs to learn from a blind spot - and damn, he struggles to keep an interest on pregnancy matters. Everything is too confusing or too hard for him, so he's quick to lose interest. Please, make things easy and fun for him so he can collect some good sense on his head. Ace seeks guidance from his father and older brother though, and at least they are a good influence on him; he learns about the delicate aspect of pregnancy and how he can help make things go less hard on you, so enjoy the next nine months - you'll see a new side of Ace, acting all gentlemanly and serious, at least most of the time.
Yes, he's still the mischievous, funny-loving Ace who will joke about something eventually, teasing you about how you can't bend down to get things on the floor, or how you're going nuts from craving weird ass foods, all the while fetching you anything you can't reach or cooking you a nice meal. He's got a reputation to uphold, you know? So don't you dare tell Deuce or Cater how much of a pleasing puppy he has become just to see you all happy and comfy! He'll never ever admit it, much less oblige to your requests in public, but the minute you have stepped foot inside... one "Ace" is all it takes and he's right by your side in one breath, no matter how far from you he is.
By your due date, Ace is a wrecking mess of nerves. He's lost, though he can't keep still; he runs around the house to fetch everything you might need, but he's always going around, just to make sure nothing is left behind. In front of the nurses, he acts all smug and cool, trying to hide how anxious he actually is as you're directed to the delivery room, but his hands betray him, trembling and sweating. If you want him on the room so you can hold his hands, please don't point out how teary eyed he is.
⁀➷ Deuce Spade – HAPPIEST BOY EVER!!!!!! Deuce lifts you off your feet and twirls you around, peppering your face with kisses the moment you reveal your pregnancy. Deuce is too embarrased to admit it, but truth is that he dreams about the day you two can grow a family together ever since your relationship got serious, and now that his dream has come true he can't contain his happiness!
"MAMA! MAMA, I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" Deuce is tearing up at the phone as he shares the wonderful news with his mother, and you can hear mama Spade squealing from the other side. Honestly, it's hard to pick out who's the more excited - you, Deuce, or mama Spade. As soon as she hears about the news, she's coming over with a basket of gifts - food, knitted baby socks and even some cream and beauty products she used on her pregnancy, congratulating you and Deuce on a big, tight hug. She's so proud of her babies and is gleamming from the prospect of finally being a grandmother - she can't wait to spoil your child rotten enjoy the glee of raising a child all over again, but only with the fun parts, of course. Mama Spade spends a lot of time around you two, teaching the basics and soothing your nerves. All the while, Deuce is clingier than ever, attentive and much more responsible; ever since the announcement of your pregnancy, he looks more regulated, calm and relaxed, or at least he is when it doesn't affect you.
He did threaten to throw hands with some guys staring at you while walking on the square, and also started a ruckus when you two were left on a waiting line on the supermarket for more than twenty minutes, but besides that... you have never seen him so chill. Just like Ace, Deuce is a pleasing puppy; you just need to mumble his name and he'll be right by your side, ready to get you anything. He rubs your shoulder, feet, hands, everything to make you feel less sore, giving you pillows to lean against and warm blankets, and reserves bigger, fresher portions of food for you. He's the kind of guy to wake up at 3 a.m. to drive you to mcdonals with a smile on his face or just comfort you from a nightmare. When you tell him you're going into labour, Deuce hurries up to the hospital, shouting at everyone to take you as priority, and that's when his delinquent boy spirit shines, scaring all the nurses to take you to the delivery room above all the other patients. He's over the moon as you grip onto his hand like your life depends on it, cheering you through your pushes and groans, and whispering how proud he is of you, and you can be sure he'll be balling his eyes out once he gets to hold the baby.
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Pink Pastels Pt 6
Description: It's time for Gabi's field trip, and wouldn't ya know, you and Miguel are in the same group.
Pt 7
Miguel’s never been a chaperone before. During Gabi’s Kindergarten field trip he was away on a business trip, but this time he made sure to be there, not just because Gabi’s class was going to the zoo, and she loves the zoo, but because of you.
There’s this need to protect you, like an itch beneath his skin. He can’t forget the look of fear on your beautiful face, or the way you clung so tightly to him, desperate and terrified. The crunch of that man’s bones beneath his fists, the fear that ran through your attacker as Miguel tore into him, talons and fangs covered in his blood, crimson drip, drip, dripping down to the pavement below, it was an almost ecstasy.
Your broken and discarded shoes are hidden in the back of his closet, along with your hairband. It’s pathetic, really, the makeshift shrine that’s beginning to form, and he knows that his actions could so easily borderline being creepy, but you’re his. He knows it. You’re meant to be together, and he’s simply showing his devotion.
“Papá, Papá, we’re here.” Gabi tugs on his shirt sleeve, her face lit up with pure, innocent excitement, and he resists the urge to crush her to his chest and never let her go.
“I see, where do you want to go first, Mija?” He asks, adjusting her baseball cap and making sure it’s snug on her head. He doesn’t want her face to get sunburned, but she hates the feeling of sunscreen, so they compromised.
“I want to see the hippos!” She says, bouncing in her seat as she turns to talk with her friends behind her, little, high-pitched voices discussing and debating which animals were the best.
“Mr. O’Hara, here’s your map, and safety packet. I trust you went over the info online ahead of time?” You hand him a manila envelope, smiling brightly at him.
Your hair is down today, the crown of your head covered by a white bucket hat, and you’re wearing jeans with a sage green T-shirt that reads SRE Field trip, in big white block letters. He’s wearing the same, everyone is, to ensure if a child is lost, they can be easily returned to their group.
He takes the packet from you, nodding. “Of course, can’t leave my chaperone partner to do all the heavy lifting.”
You laugh a little at that and continue down the bus aisle, handing out the remaining packets.
He lets Gabi pull him off the bus and is soon swarmed by five first-graders, each one a friend of Gabi’s—she makes friends so easily, something he can’t take credit for.
“Okay everyone has their groups, please stay with your chaperone, and your buddy, don’t go wandering off, and meet back here, at the entrance at three o’clock.” An older teacher says, before she gathers her own group and heads through the zoo gates.
You bend down to face the kids, an excited smile on your face. “Alright, what animal are we seeing first?”
“Hippo!”
“Lion!”
“Monkeys!”
“Seals!”
A chorus of answers rings out, and you turn to Miguel. “Mr. O’Hara? Do you have any suggestions?”
You look so pretty, the sun shining down on you, the casual outfit, the way you tap your finger against your lips in thought, clearly putting on a show for the kids. If he ignores all the others and focuses on only you and Gabi, he can almost imagine this is a family outing, not a field trip.
“Last time I was here, they had snow leopards?” He feigns ignorance, but when your face lights up, he feels that intoxicating shot of dopamine.
Snow leopards are your favorite animal, the one you’ve voiced your desire to go see many times while in the school’s teacher’s lounge. One which has cameras, that Miguel has access to. Obviously.
“They still do, they’re my favorites.” You confirm what he already knows, and the children immediately change their answer to match yours.
“Why don’t we go there first, then if the kids see any animals, they want to visit on the way there we’ll see them afterwards?” He suggests, still acting oh so innocent.
“What do we think? Everyone agrees with Mr. O’Hara?” You ask the children, straightening up and throwing him a smile when they all agree to his plan.
Miguel stands back behind you and the children, watching as you join them up at the glass, helping them read out the informational signs, and marveling over the big cats.
The environment set up for the leopards is lush, full of greenery and stone. Perches and outcroppings meant to mimic their homelands, and mounds of snow that they seem to disappear into, reappearing with a flash, causing Gabi and her friends to jump back in surprise then burst into giggles.
You soon join him, your arms tucked behind your back as you watch your students. “I think this is one of my favorite days of the year. I know it’s stressful, and tiring but seeing how excited they all are, just really makes me happy.”
“Gabi loves the zoo, we come here every year on her birthday.” He tells you, desperate to include you in their life, if only through shared pieces of personal information. “I’ve got all the photos in my office, my coworkers’ joke that by the time I retire I’ll have half my office wall covered.”
“I used to go to the aquarium when I was a kid, there’s something about standing underneath those giant tanks, with the way the light plays through the water—it’s breathtaking.”
You’re breathtaking. He wants to say, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I know the feeling.”
You smile shyly at him, and for a moment he’s back on the side of your building, watching you through your window. He didn’t intend to be there, to watch you, he only wanted to ensure you were okay. You were fast asleep, hair askew, in a soft looking oversized t-shirt, the moonlight dancing across your peaceful face.
He couldn’t tear himself away, enraptured by the sight.
You let out a huff, and in his peripheral, he spies the name on your phone. Todd.
He hates Todd.
“Everything okay?” He asks carefully, his eyes on Gabi.
“Yes, sorry, just some personal issues, nothing serious.” You say quickly, sliding your phone into your pocket.
“Ms. Y/N, can we go see the hippos now?” One of Gabi’s friends, Emma, comes up to you, looking up at you with big blue eyes, her hand tugging at your shirt.
“Is that what everyone else wants to see?” You ask, gaze sweeping over the other children.
“Yes.” Emma says confidently, running off in the direction of the large animals, Gabi following closely behind.
“Girls!” You call out, looking from them to the others.
“Go, I’ll bring the others.” He reassures you.
You take off after them, and he gathers the remaining four children, who huddle around him like ducklings.
“Is Ms. Y/N mad? She looked mad.” One of the little boys—Tony, named after the Avenger or a family member, Miguel isn’t sure—asks him, chewing on his bottom lip.
This is that Tony, Gabi’s told him about this boy, how he’s very nice, and funny, but gets scared easily. She likes him, maybe not in a way she yet understands, or that Miguel is ready for, but if his baby girl has to have a crush on anyone, an easily scared little boy isn’t the worst.
“She’s probably mad at her dumbass boyfriend.” Dahlia, a girl he can tell is from the Bronx by her thick accent, speaks up, and it’s all he can do to keep from laughing at the scandalized look on Tony’s face.
“Don’t tell Ms. Y/N I said a bad word, but that’s what I’ve heard Ms. Melissa call him.” She says quietly when she sees Tony’s face.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He promises.
“Gabi’s right, you are the coolest.” Dahlia says, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth as they walked.
The coolest? He wanted to run ahead and scoop his daughter into his arms, she thought he was the coolest.
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— their roles in a modern zombie apocalypse .
synopsis !! you meet them in an apocalypse, here's what they're like (hcs)
characters !! diluc, itto, alhaitham, zhongli, xiao
contains !! gn reader. some violent descriptions? anything you expect in a zombie apocalypse + lots of team dynamics!
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DILUC
The one who saves you from a risky situation. I'm taking about being surrounded and all of a sudden, he jumps in and knocks them all out.
always in the front lines
weapon of choice is a large bat (eventually, he'll wrap barbed wires around it or nails just for extra measure). brutal fighting style, hits them head-first
definitely wears a leather jacket, or something equally dark and large. i don't make the rules.
despite being extremely strict and protective with the group, he's actually extremely reckless when it comes to saving others- like, he'll run back into a hoard just to save someone that almost seems hopeless
gets scolded by kaeya and zhongli for doing things by himself.
ITTO
The disaster-prone guy who (for some reason) survived after all this time. You meet him in the middle of a supply run with his own teammates, Shinobu and his gang. He was making so much noise that you all had to run away together from a hoard.
Imagine stealth missions and all of a sudden, he sneezes really loudly or steps on a branch
you often get chased by zombies when you're with him, it doesn't help that he screams at them while being chased, catching the attention of more undeads.
like diluc, he also holds a pretty heavy bat, or anything just as big.
he makes up for being disaster-prone by also being very good at defending his partners
often gets into arguments with his other teammates, especially the leaders. he prefers being free and going around on his own, not knowing how stupid it is (but he's been handling himself pretty well so far)
ALHAITHAM
The one who gives you books to read. No one prioritizes entertainment on a supply-run, so seeing his mini-book collection in your hideout was honestly impressive.
he's strategist who keeps track of all supplies. He's the one who plans all the supply-trips you guys go out for, usually leading them himself. He hates Itto for putting his team in danger but brought him into your gang anyway.
it makes sense because he memorizes the map of streets like the back of his hand. he also keeps track of which roads are blocked or highly infested.
holds nightly meetings with the other leaders, discussing the next plan of action to ensure everyone's safety
on a softer note, he still tries to collect books when he can during the supply runs (you often have to move, but if you ever find a place you can stay for a little while longer, he can gather quite the collection)
everyone likes to borrow a book or two from him, since any other form of entertainment is down
some people find it odd that he still studies. he even reads academic books. it's not like he can ever get a professional position with the state of the world anyway? he says it's just because he likes it (and perhaps, for a sense of normalcy in his life)
if you ever bump into him late into the night when you can't sleep, he'll offer you a book to read (or perhaps, if you're lucky, even read you a book)
ZHONGLI
The businessman you leeched off of to survive since day 1. You were just walking the streets when the apocalypse happened and for some reason, while everyone was panicking and getting bitten, he was skillfully fighting the growing hoard and helping people evacuate the streets. You ended up being one of the survivors following him.
The gentleman who doesn't seem like he could survive in the apocalypse but is actually really, really good at it
I mean, he still wears a business casual outfit with the sleeves rolled up! how can he possibly survive?
but not only is he skilled with all sorts of weapons (which is incredibly suspicious for a mere salaryman) but he's great at hand to hand combat with zombies too
gains everyone's respect real quick with both his fighting skills and his ability to manage a small community in the apocalypse
XIAO
The unexpected source of comfort on nights when you question if living in this type of world is still worth it.
zhongli's right-hand man and honestly, the only reason why everyone underestimated zhongli at first was because xiao usually fought for him instead.
little guy tears apart at zombies before they could even approach anyone from your group
like diluc, he always gets scolded by his teammates for doing everything on his own
on nights when you feel alone, xiao is often on the rooftop of your building, keeping watch without being asked to
you once told him that you could take his shift of keeping watch so he won't have to stay late so much, only for him to rudely refuse. you used to think it was because he thought you were incompetent, but xiao just generally wants to keep watch as his duty.
you figured it would be lonely. so with the books you borrowed from alhaitham, you'd read by his side on the rooftop, occassionally keeping watch of any growing hoards
CHILDE
The sus guy from another group of survivors you keep bumping into.
If destiny were a thing, it would be him with how much you keep accidentally running into each other in the most ridiculous of situations.
at first, you thought he was a pretty nice guy. he's just like any other survivor trying to find supplies and apparently, he has a little brother back at camp!
he tells you he was picking up Teucer from school when all this happened.
then you got chased by zombies and childe– archons bless his soul, he loved the thrill of it and fought them off like a madman.
that's when you realize his entire group is full of sus people, equally crazed as him, and often causing trouble for other survivor groups.
you try to avoid him as much as possible but again, it's like destiny.
note !! i think this is the first I've written something for itto? not sure but it feels new. and this took way too long to write mainly because i keep messing up the writing style 😭
ko-fi || character m.list
#diluc#diluc x reader#itto#itto x reader#zhongli#zhongli x reader#xiao#xiao x reader#genshin#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin hcs#childe#childe x reader
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tinted windows - yoon jeonghan
ceo!jeonghan x fem!reader
word count: ~1.1k
kinktober masterlist
warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), pwop, car sex, unprotected sex, needy jeonghan, quickie, mentions of blood, reader wears a skirt, mentions of a blow job, slight manhandling, slight sir kink, let me know if i forgot anything! - dont mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)
jeonghan was never the type for quickies, he liked taking his time with you, mapping out your body for hours and drawing orgasm after orgasm from you until you were a shaking, crying mess. yet here he was pointing you down a desolated back street so that he could pull you into the backseat of the car, his dick painfully hard.
“what has gotten into you?” you grumble quietly as you turn the car off, unbuckling so you can crawl over the center dash to sit in jeonghan's lap.
“you just look so fucking hot while driving and my mind couldn’t help but wander.”he mumbles as his hands are instantly on your waist, his mouth on your neck as he makes quick work in trailing wet kisses up to your mouth.
the kiss was heated, his fingers trailing up your thighs until your skirt was bunched up at your waist, leaving your lace panties on display. he groans quietly into your mouth as you start to grind down against his bulge, your arousal seeping through, creating a wet patch on his dress pants.
“sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” you mumble against his lips, his dick twitching below you at the title.
“fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” he groans as he pulls you back in for another kiss, his fingers digging into your hips so he can grind you down against his own.
“sir-” you gasp out when he bites your tongue, you're about to whine when the slight hint of copper hits your tastebuds but you're cut off by him sucking on your tongue, soothing the sting.
“all i need is five minutes.” he breathes out once he pulls away from your mouth, a small string of saliva connecting you two. “please.” he sounded so pathetic and needy with you grinding down against his erection.
“fine, but i’m not taking the blame if you get scolded for being late.” you huff, lifting your hips so that jeonghan can half haphazardly unbuckle his belt and pull his dick out, his pants already ruined from your arousal and his precum seeping through.
“i’d never make you take the blame baby, now come here.” he groans quietly as he grabs your waist, using his other hand to rub the tip of his dick at your clothed pussy. he whined a little when he realized your panties were still on, grumbling to himself and not waiting for you to help him he grabs ahold of the flimsy lace and rips it.
“jeonghan!” you gasp, smacking his shoulder a little. you began to pout, telling him how those were your favorite pair before he’s shutting you up with a moan. he didn't waste time in pushing the head of his dick into your entrance, groaning at the warmth that was surrounding him.
“i’ll buy you new ones like i always do.” he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist when he finally bottoms out. his dick was already twitching inside of you, a good indicator that he wasn't going to last long. “fuck.” he whines, his head falling back to rest on the rear deck of the car.
jeonghan liked to take control most of the time, whether it was in the work space or in the bedroom and he's normally good at it but right now he was a mess. his fingers dug into your ass cheeks, his mouth wide open as he moans, and his hips jerking up to meet every one of your bounces, he couldn’t even form complete sentences as the only thing he could think about was making you both cum as quickly as possible.
“fuck hannie,” you moan, bouncing on his dick faster, the lewd sound of of his dick sliding in and out of your pussy filled the car, your hot breath causing the windows to fog up (not that it mattered, the windows were tinted beyond belief to ensure the safety of its occupants). “feels so good.” you gasp, letting your body fall forward to rest against his chest. wrapping your arms around his neck to help ground yourself as your legs start to burn.
“so warm,” he groans, his legs tensing as his thrusts become sloppy, his orgasm fast approaching. “so tight,” he squeezes his eyes closed tightly, his nose scrunching up at the amount of pleasure coursing through his body. “gonna cum.” his sentences are all broken as the rubber band finally snapped, his cum filling you up.
you continue to bounce, helping him ride out his orgasm as you chase your own. his moans increasingly got whinier as yours got quieter, the stuffiness of the car mixed with the pleasure made it hard to breathe as you finally reached your climax. gasping loudly, your body stilling, you grip onto the hairs at the base of his neck to stabilize yourself.
“fuck,” you mumble after sitting there for a couple minutes, catching your breath and just relashing being in eachothers arms. “fuck!” panic settled in your voice as you sat up straight, looking at your watch. 1:03pm, you were late for the meeting. “you’re late!” you move to pull away from jeonghan but he grabs hold of you and pulls you back against his chest with a smirk on his face.
“so what i'm hearing is we could go another round?” he laughs when you smack at his shoulders, ripping yourself out of his arms and off of his dick.
“you are insatiable!” you fix your skirt before crawling into the driver's seat where you straighten out your hair and start the car. “i seriously hope you have an extra pair of pants in the trunk or you have a lot of explaining to do.” you eye him in the rearview mirror, he still had a smirk on his face and he was very much still hard as he spread his legs wider to give you a view of his dick sitting tall against his abdomen.
“i won't have to explain anything at all if you fix this.” his eyes signaled down to his dick while he threw his arms over the back of the seat. rolling your eyes you put the car in gear, driving away from the curb.
“the only thing that i’m going to be fixing is that shit eating grin on your face,” you huff quietly, the corners of your lips twitching as you try to suppress a smile. “but if you can put your dick away and hold your tongue until we get to the office i’ll suck you off in the bathroom.”
“make it the conference room after everyone leaves and you have a deal.” he fights real hard to keep the victorious smile off his face as he tucks himself back into his soiled pants, mentally high fiving himself for getting you to agree (and for remembering to pack extra clothes incase he got lucky today).
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the hole.
dialogue prompts from the hole by hye-young pyun.
the real fight starts now.
you are clearly not okay.
i didn't know what to ask.
don't feel embarrassed.
recovery takes a long time.
if there's one thing i hate, it's tales of miraculous recoveries.
how does it feel to be home again?
i'm in no shape to comfort anyone.
my father has a lot, but i'm all my mother has.
i don't mean to poke at old wounds.
i want all the gory details.
i was trying to figure out how to apologize.
you'd abandon your family to ensure your own success.
assholes like you always succeed.
you can't represent the world through maps alone.
at least maps improve with failure.
your forties are well-suited to all manner of sin.
i stopped growing a long time ago.
you know better than anyone what a hack i am.
climbing plants give me the creeps.
you'll never guess who's come to visit.
you always imagine the worst possible circumstances for yourself.
not even you could have guessed.
he's come to pray for you.
i'm sorry i drank it all.
i thought i would feel free, but i don't.
who is this?
i feel removed from the entire world.
only someone like jesus christ himself could do your job.
i'll stay with you, for the time being.
your pledges and promises are useless.
you can't choose cynicism over grief.
you're making me extremely uncomfortable.
were you cussing?
you look good.
do you like being back home?
you look just as tired as me.
there are sides of you that only family can see.
it's like being born all over again.
i wanted you to be surprised.
i've become a laughingstock.
not everyone could do what you did.
misery does love company.
once you experience loss, you find it has a good side.
a dead husband is so much better than a cheating husband.
raised with so much love and care, only to die for no reason.
you act like i'm not even here.
leaning on someone leads to hugging.
when you get old, you don't hold back. you stop watching what you say.
my world was the only one that collapsed.
i'm always thinking about you.
i didn't know you worried about me.
there are things i can only bear because of you.
you can't stay in the house forever.
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GUN has really shot themselves in the foot with TCM recently. I'm going to rant beneath the cut, feel free to let me know your thoughts too.
I main family (Johnny, Cook, Nubbins, or Leatherface if our team needs it) with my husband and we absolutely hate going against 4 man squads. They bully the shit out of the family and then act like they won the Olympics as they t-bag at the exits until we come to watch their asses grind the dirt.
If they get the valve on, someone has to camp it the rest of the game. Often, two people have to guard it in case two victims team up to chain backstab the poor guy.
Now that they've hidden groups and levels, I feel really ambivalent about playing family anymore. I used to enjoy playing with lower level victims and giving them a fun game, letting them get away, and generally ensuring they aren't turned off from the game. Or playing against non-teamed high levels for a fun challenge. Now I have to treat every game like I'm going against the aforementioned t-bagging Olympic athlete Navy seal 4-man team and it isn't fun for me to try hard every goddamn game. But if I don't, and they do turn out to be a 4 man squad of level 80+, then I've fucked myself going easy on them. And you can be assured they will act high and mighty about beating me.
But it isn't even just four man squads. Let's face it—Texas Chainsaw maps are puzzles and most victims have them figured out. Now the entire game is patrolling doors and if you somehow miss them on your patrol they're out and you're fucked. You can't re-lock doors. You can't guard almost opened doors like you can generators in Dead by Daylight until they regress. And dont even think about going into the basement as anyone other than Sissy and Nubbins because they'll disappear into any one of the cracks never to be seen again and while you're fruitlessly chasing them, Connie has blown a lock and escaped.
And now they're nerfing Cook's ear stacking even though while he's stacking it he's literally standing still AND you can counter it by 1. Stopping running or 2. Clear all stacks by going into a freezer/dresser.
It takes minimum TWENTY MINUTES to find a match now, even if one of us plays Leatherface. And even though there's 1 family player per 50 victim players, the victims still treat us like they're hot shit and we're piñatas there to be beaten up for their entertainment. And that's not even to say we're bad, we're actually quite good at family. But when we do win, victims have some shit to say.
Not all victims are shitheads but so many of them are and I'm sure you non-shithead victim players have had to listen to your teammates rant at the family in the end game lobby.
And GUN is not making anything better. They could, idk, make it so only ONE fuse and ONE valve spawn on the map so at least the victims have to look a little bit longer. They could give the family a fucking mini map so we have knowledge of our own property. They could give us shirtless Johnny all-fucking-ready.
But no, we must instead suffer not knowing what sort of victims we're going against and completely annihilating newer players just in case they do turn out to be those four man 99 squads we so dread. As 2 players with a random, we just can't coordinate well enough to properly face off against a 4 man. They should make lobbies for full squads to go against full squads so solo q and duos dont have to be shit on, on either side.
Idk man. I love Texas Chainsaw. I have almost 300 hours in it. And I still have a MASSIVE crush on Johnny Slaughter. But... I think I'm going to quit. I'll come back and play for a week when new maps come out so we can all enjoy the freshness of no one knowing what's going on, but the moment that map is solved, I'm not gonna deal with it. Playing family is hell, most of the time I feel like the victim.
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Brainrot time. And you are the victim who has to listen.
Bowser is a very touchy man. Extremely so.
He'll show all the love he can through physical touches whether he's hugging his partner, cuddling, kissing, petting their head, hell even simply holding onto their arm makes him happy.
Wants to hold them constantly but that's not always an option and it's apparent on his face that he's not happy. Everyone can tell when he's been unable to touch his partner for too long.
"The kings agitated, is it something I've said?" The soldiers would ask Kamek with worry only for him to shake his head and mutter something about how you had to leave the castle on business into town.
They don't have to ask anything more.
He tries to touch his partner at all times which is why they so often find themself sitting in his lap or being cradled in his arm. In public too. He doesnt care who sees. You're his partner, it's his castle, he'll do as he pleases. His partner being okay with all of it ensures him they feels safe.
Aww just imagine if his partner notices the agitation. They wouldn't want to bring it up incase it'd make Bowser feel insecure - not like it would (it totally would, it'd at least make him pout) though I feel Bowser would think he's hiding the emotions very well and having them pointed out would make him stutter - so instead they could try to comfort him.
Obviously, them comforting him would be more of a "what a coincidence" type of thing instead of an evident way of comforting him about it. They'd return and would simply let themself be smothered by him. Bowser wants to nuzzle into them? They won't say no. Bowser wants to spend hours cuddling? Oh wow, they wanted that too. Bowser wants them on his lap as he looks over papers? Better get comfy.
Plus it'd give them the opportunity to catch up with their missed touches too. Simply peppering Bowser's snout with kisses, or gently caressing his arm as he holds them. He'd love it. They'd be so soft with one another, though with how needy Bowser is, even if he tries to be gentle there'd still be some force behind him. He missed them and he'll be damned if he doesn't prove it.
When Bowser's partner is there in the castle and they're not doing anything, as in they're not dealing with their royal duties or they're not looking after the kids, Bowser will take them everywhere. Especially if his partner had just returned from an outing.
He could be in the middle of a meeting with his army's generals and he'd bring them in just so that they can sit on his lap. Bowser would act as if nothing is different but the generals' behaviours would be visibly changed. They'd do their best to not look at them and continue with the meeting, but they'd all stare and glance at one another whenever Bowser would get distracted with his lover.
He'd mutter quietly, "are ya comfortable?" or would just throw random compliments at them to simply watch their reaction.
And, every time Bowser would lean over to inspect maps or state his points, he cradle them with such delicate care. Just imagine him running his thumb on their back, or gently shuffling them to ensure he wouldn't squish them. And then when he'd lean back his entire attention would be redirected to them.
In the long run, if Bowser's partner has to leave somewhere and they know so in advance, maybe because they need to go on a political trip as the Koopa Kingdom's ambassador, they could make Bowser a little something to ease his mind as they're gone. Like a little charm that he can keep on him to remind himself that they will be back. Something to keep him from snapping at his subjects just because he misses their touch.
He could be sitting on his throne, listening to someone address him. He wouldn't really be paying much attention, instead this behemoth of a koopa would be slouching, fiddling with a plushie you made for him.
Took me a little bit longer to respond to this one because I couldn't come up with a good response a few hours ago. Now it's nearly 2:30am and all I can think of is Bowser.
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How they would be with a Cartographer S/O ( Miles Quaritch and tonowari)
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next up: Requested Tonowari nsfw
he is nervous about letting you go to explore pandora and Catalog alone, so he insists on coming with you or if he's busy working he would send one of his most trusted people along with you.
This man will literally bring things home to you after a long day for you to do with as you please. He knows you want to catalog as much as possible, so he feels he's helping you in some way by doing this.
He gets you a notebook in order to write your findings down. Figuring you might want a backup to incase using computers or a tablet isn't enough.
He likes listening to you talk for hours about your findings, what you've figured out and mapped out so far of the planet itself.
sometimes he can't seem to follow everything you're saying and just get lost in you. Lost in how happy you are, your smile. You're the only one he lets his guard down around.
Often times he will lay his head in your lap and listen to you speak of your findings all while your fingers card through his hair.
There are times you show him the maps and regions of areas you've already managed to catalog before the two of you even met.
Really it amazes him just how much you've managed to gather. He loves how passionate you are about the things you find interesting.
This man gets the bright idea to take you out one night on his ikran as a date by a bioluminescent pool. He’s checked the area over prior to bringing you to ensure it’s safe.
This man has an ikran so you’re defiantly asking him all kinds of questions about it. What kind of foods it eats. How long do they sleep and so on. Some questions he can’t even answer because even he doesn’t know. But he dose let you look it over and catalog what you can with the information you can gather. You even draw his ikran in your book as an example for others as well. It’s the perfect opportunity for an in depth drawing of such a powerful creature.
He knows you’ll love it because this is an area you haven’t seen before. It gives you the chance to catalog more things as well. Your excitement makes him happy. Just listening to you ramble on about your findings while your there makes it all worth while.
It brings a smile to his face knowing that you’re interested in the world of pandora.
if you ask him, he is willing to take you anywhere he can travel to from the water. He doesn't want to stray too far from the safety of his clan simply because he wants to ensure you're both able to get back within night fall.
Unlike Miles he has more trust that you won't get hurt so easily when inspecting things you wish to write about.
He welcomes the questions you have about different plant life and animals as he’s up for teaching you as much as he can. you’re curious about a specific plant you’re trying to catalog in your notebook? Just ask he’s happy to explain it all to you.
He loves hearing you gush about your findings. This man will sit with for hours just listening to you ramble on about what you’ve already taken note of. Pandora truly is an amazing place and you can’t contain your need to practically consume all information about it that you can in order to record it.
Sometimes you’ll ask him about the ilu. Insist on him telling you as much as possible about such beautiful animals as possible. If they can have multiple riders or just one like the ikran.
Skimwings where another point point of interest for you. He took you around on his all the time so it’s obvious you want to learn more about Them. Assassinated you how they could practically fly up out of the water and into the air. At one point you definitely asked him to do that for you in order for you to time how long they could stay in flight.
Often times he would have to pull you to bed otherwise he assumed you would be staying out all hours of the night moving from one thing to the next. he doesn’t want you to burn yourself out that for sure.
When you try and insist on staying out longer he asks you to come inside and tell him about your day. What you’ve uncovered so far and for the most part you end up falling asleep beside him rambling on about all of the things you have found fascinating so far.
He loves how into it you are, the nerdy rambles give him hope that others out there will find Pandora and the echo systems of the reef just as beautiful as you do. Hopes that your love for this land and work will show others just how amazing it all is. That people will take I. To account your findings and won’t try to tear it all appart.
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When Sakura and Sarada go on a trip and leave the house for a couple of days, Sakura makes sure that everything has been checked to avoid accidents. She also ensures that they have a parepared itinerary.
Sakura: Dear, did you unplug everything in your room?
Sarada: Yes, Mama.
Sakura: *checks the stove if it's turned off* Okay.. *checks the fridge door if it's really closed*
Sarada: *watches her*
Sakura: *double checks if the faucet is not leaking* Okay, good. Let's go?
Sarada: Yeah!
Sakura: *double locks the door; tries to turn the doorknob*
Sarada: Mama, where do we go from here?
Sakura: We'll take the train and walk to our hotel.
Sarada: *nods* Do you know the way to the hotel? I can find it on the map if you want.
Sakura: No need, dear. I studied it last night. *smiles*
Sarada: Awesome, let's go! *smiles*
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When the two travel with Sasuke, it's a different story though.
Sarada: *watches her Mama and Papa*
Sakura: *finishes ironing the vest; leaves to hang it*
Sasuke: *unplugs the iron*
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Sakura: *takes the kettle off the stove; leaves it as is*
Sarada: Mama—
Sasuke: *turns off the stove*
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Sakura: *gets containers from the overhead cupboard*
Sarada: *about to get up to close them*
Sasuke: *closes the cupboard doors*
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Sakura: *washes the containers in the sink; leaves the faucet open*
Sarada: *sighs; walks to the sink*
Sasuke: *turns it off*
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Sakura: *lights incense sticks and scented candles around the house*
Sasuke: *puts them out before they leave*
Sarada: /thinks/ Oh, I almost forgot about them.
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Sakura: Are you excited? We haven't been to that prefecture before.
Sarada: Yes! I can't wait! Can I see our itinerary please?
Sakura: Oh.. I— I didn't make one dear.. I only have the details to our lodge.
Sasuke: *makes a mental note to create an itinerary*
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Sarada: *goes out*
Sakura: *goes out; continues walking with Sarada*
Sarada: Wait, Mama. Papa is still.. *looks back*
Sasuke: *double locks their door*
Sakura: Don't worry about your Papa. He walks so fast. He'll catch up— *Sasuke is beside them* See?
Sasuke: Hn.
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Sasuke: I'll just go to the concierge and ask about the place.
Sakura: Sure, Anata. Thank you!
Sasuke: *takes his cloak and leaves*
Sarada: Mama.. I don't know if you're tired or what.. But I noticed that you were being so careless this morning.. Are you okay?
Sakura: Oh. *giggles* Yeah! I'm definitely okay.
Sarada: Then why did you forget half of the things you used to do?
Sakura: Ah.. Because your Papa is here..
Sarada: Huh?
Sakura: When your Papa is around, I don't have to worry about anything. He's there to make sure that everything is in order. *chuckles*
Sarada: Really?
Sakura: Maybe you didn't notice before because we only call you when it's time to go.. But we've always been doing that.
Sarada: Come to think of it, it did look normal to Papa.
Sakura: Yes and he likes it too! Taking care of us.. Taking care of the house.. *giggles*
Sarada: *smiles* Then that's great! You both get to enjoy the trip better!
Sakura: Yes! Just like now.. He's asking around about the place. When he's back, he'll have a list of places to visit, how to get there, and what to buy.
Sarada: *nods* I can't wait to roam around!
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Sasuke: *goes to the side of the road, so his girls are safe from the vehicles*
Sakura: Let's visit that shop! *points at the cute shop in the left side of the road*
Sarada: Yes, Mama!
Sasuke: /thinks/ So, from the lodge, we went straight then right. Now we're going to the left side. There's this big gate, which is hard to miss when we go back.
Sarada: *pulls his sleeve gently* Papa! Can we also buy souvenirs for my friends?
Sasuke: *smiles* Of course. The souvenir shop is a bit farther but we'll also go there.
Sarada: Yay! Thanks, Papa!
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Any advice for playing embalmer?
Never embalm someone else unless theres 3 ciphers down and ideally they've already been chaired. Basement chairs can be an exception to the 2nd chairing point, sometimes its best to embalm someone knowing they're getting basement chair so everyone else doesn't put themselves at risk rescuing them.
Recording faces are obviously important but try to do it passively. Meaning don't go out of your way to run across the map to record the prisoner. If people are close to you, then let yourself stop what you're doing to record them just in case.
Embalmer is best on larger maps, but pleaseee don't waste time trying to find ultra secure/safe coffin spots like the top floor of Leo's memory. Corners of maps are always a good eough bet, and one thing i think MORE people should know is that Coffins aren't just good ways to secure a rescue, they can prolong kites and stall for time. Meaning even if the hunter keeps chasing them after rebirth, its still contributing to everyone else's decoding time.
Embalmer CAN work on smaller maps, you just need to be smarter with coffin placements. Put them on edges of maps if theres no second floor building available, if you're kiting absolutely away from the coffin to build distance to stall for time for when you get downed.
When you do get downed, you have a small window of time to decide to rebirth then, or wait until the hunter chairs you. Its safer to rebirth before the hunter picks you up, because if the hunter knows where you put coffin, they'll put you in a chair closer to it so its easier to camp you when you get rebirthed. (as an extra thing, a small thing that helps stall for a little extra time is to crawl away from the hutner when you get downed, away from the coffin location, before activating rebirth just before theyre about to pick you up. usually throws them off for a second)
When you get rebirthed, you have 8 seconds of invulnerability PLUS several extra seconds of tide. You're basically undownable in that time, so a risky but clutch way to use coffin to ensure a rescue/pop the last cipher is to place it right next to the chair/cipher. Obviously, you have to remember the time it takes to rebirth, and if you know that the process will take longer than what the chaired person has left before dying its not worth it. but VERY useful for when hunters teleport to the final cipher and you think you'll go down before you're able to actually pop it.
ENDGAME is when embalmer can really pull through for a game. i would never place my coffin next to the exit gate if i'm decoding it, bc of the likely chance the hunter will teleport to it. if the hunter is detention kiting you, i personally just do my best to stall for enough time for the others to get out (my playstyle is basically being the sacrificial lamb lol)
If someone ELSE is detention kiting, only embalm them when the exit gate is open, and even then its 50/50 that the hunter will teleport. Sadly a factor that you can't control, outside of the teammate keeping track of the hunter's teleport cooldown to figure out when to go down before its up, or how far they are from coffin. But either way, its always best to embalm them just in case. Embalmer is a good tie ensurer
When you get downed early (meaning you're close to your coffin) its best to not rebirth. Aesop has a slightly longer chair time, meaning if the hunter camps you during that time it wastes more time for them. But if someone is close by to rescue you, you can get an extra coffin the case that the hunter doesn't immediately down you.
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✧General Yandere Headcanons✧ — Pregame
Character(s): Pregame Akamatsu Kaede, Saihara Shuichi, Ouma Kokichi, Momota Kaito
A/N: These are based off my own interpretation on their personalities, so oof. One of the things I wanted to do when writing these was to slightly mirror these four off of their counterparts when it comes to behavior and traits as a yandere.
Warning(s): Bullying (Emotional, Slight Physical), Obsessive/Delusional Behavior, Hints of Intense Stalking, Unhealthy Lifestyle (on Shuichi's end), Hints of Murder, Manipulation, Victim Mentality (from Kokichi), Injuries on Purpose (by Kokichi), Guilt Tripping, Sadistic Behavior, Possessive Mindset/Behavior, Hints of D.ubcon/N.oncon (on Kaito's part), Selfish Behavior
✧Akamatsu Kaede✧
Kaede isn't someone who would take these feelings in a good light. Even if they were healthy, her reaction towards it wouldn't be any better. Immediately she blames you for how she's feeling because who else will she blame? Herself? Absolutely not. You're the dolt who managed to weasel themselves into her head just so you could mess with her. She just can't let that slide. From then on Kaede became a dreadful presence in your life. Snide remarks, comments targeted towards your insecurities, and some light physical harm such as shoving or pinching you. It's hard to escape from her as she insists on tormenting you day in and day out. It makes you ponder on why the insistence of it all. Why does she bother? If you look a little further as well, you can also catch onto something. How would she even know what to say in order to get under your skin?
Truth be told, no matter how much Kaede had attempted to get rid of you from her thoughts, nothing did the trick. All she could do now was bully you into taking responsibility. Even if you're not aware of it. I will say, deep down she does love you even if she lowkey hates possessing these emotions. They act as a weakness to her so she shoves them down when they insist on rising up. This is entirely unhealthy but Kaede has managed to turn it into a norm in her everyday life.
But oh, does she seethe with anger whenever she catches you laughing and smiling with friends. It's jealousy, envy but all she sees it as you trying to get under her skin. Who gave you the right? So, obviously her next target will be your friends. Kaede's ultimate goal is to ensure you have no one else to turn to except her. At least she can tolerate your annoying, blubbering self instead of those piss-poor "friends" of yours. Even if you reject her after all that, it's difficult to carry on without her constant presence. You're stuck with her.
If you're instant on avoiding her, Kaede gets irritated. Eventually she'll force you to hang out with her, dragging you around wherever she goes. You have no friends so you have no where else to go, so don't f.ucking push her away. Don't make excuses. You have time for her now. Kaede is extremely good at emotionally manipulation which is why she's able to push you into joining her. Kaede will never admit this, but she lowkey does feel lonely in life and maybe she was projecting when her jealousy took over her actions after seeing you with friends. Humanity has done nothing but disappointment her over the years. People lie, steal, cheat for the sake of themselves. However, Kaede saw you as the only good thing in this world, so she had to have you.
✧Saihara Shuichi✧
Unlike ingame Shuichi, this man is extremely delusional. Everything you do or say will be taken into consideration for all the wrong reasons. The moment you either give him the time of day or show a similar interest in Danganronpa, he's immediately hooked. Everything that you considered private is now at the palm of his hand. He's memorized your schedule, taken into account what your likes and dislikes are, drawn up various topics the two of you can have conversations about, and especially mapped out wherever you go (including where you live)! It's nothing to fret about. Your deepest darkest secrets are safe with him and he doesn't judge you at all! He loves you so much to ever hate you! Talking to you brings so much joy in his life (and other feelings...) even when he can't say much in your company due to nerves.
Shuichi is the type to make excuses in order to have your time. Be it through purposely getting hurt so you could coddle him or downright say whatever comes to mind that'll catch your attention. To him, being around you is addicting and without his daily dose of serotonin from hanging off of every word you speak, he gets irritable. His mood is all grumpy until he finally has you at his side. It's apparent that he's unhealthy dependent/attached. He also has the tendency to push everything to the side in favor of his interests, which right now are you and Danganronpa. He neglects himself because you're considered a higher priority. If you call him out on such, he revels in this new discovery that you also snap your attention on him for this reason. He promises to get better. It's half a lie, but he loves being doted on like this.
Rivals irk him to no end. Shuichi deems them as pests, scum, and dirt under his feet. He makes extra sure that he's right next to you when you're talking to either friends or people who've got their eye on you. What's a little unsettling is how quiet he is. Shuichi only talks when you ask him a question or your voice is directed to him. Your friends will probably think he's weird or creepy, and he hopes that's the case. He wants them to back off because they're uncomfortable around him. If they can't deal with him, they don't deserve you. Overall, Shuichi hates sharing you.
Being persistent only leads them to meeting an unfortunate fate. It's difficult to fully confront them, but working behind the scenes is what Shuichi does best. He's got enough of them to ruin their lives. As an alternative, which is much better in his opinion, he can just erase their entire existence off the face of the earth. Some people can never learn unless they're faced with true fear.
✧Ouma Kokichi✧
Kokichi here is probably the least yandere to worry about out of the four, as well as the most tame. On a scale of aware to delusional when it comes to his behavior, he's somewhat aware but sometimes he just ignores the gnawing feeling that something is amiss. It's not like he's hurting anyone or you, so why bother? To narrow everything down, Kokichi is a clingy and manipulative yandere. He's anxious sometimes when you're not around but lowkey feels like a burden to you. The crippling fear of being alone is much greater though. Despite all that, he isn't afraid to tell you of his suspicions about a person you're interacting with. Even if what he's saying about them is not entirely true. It's only out of dreadful feeling that one someone will be more interesting to you and he will be left in the dust. Kokichi can't let that happen.
He plays victim as much as he can; it's literally something he is extremely talented at.This is where the manipulative tendencies come in. In your eyes, Kokichi is a person who people take joy in tormenting due to his shorter than average stature and how passive he acts. He always comes to you to vent about how awful life is towards him. In reality, he is a rather mediocre to some and would sometimes get bullied or used. Other than that, most don't bat an eyelash when it comes to him. So, it's easy for him to stick labels on himself when it comes to your perception of him. If anyone who he suspects is trying to take you away, he runs to you with tears in his eyes. Someone apparently shoved him to the pavement and now his knees and palms are all scraped up. Trust me, he has evidence.
Calling him out on his behavior, if you ever catch on, results in him getting defensive. He's not mad. That's the worst part of it. Kokichi tears up as he questions why you're accusing him of something so heinous. Don't you trust him? He's been good to you, why are you acting like this? Every single thing you point out, he jabs back with a very airtight excuse for such. Now you look like the bad guy in this situation and you feel awful. To put more salt on those feelings, Kokichi forgives you... Because he loves you. After the two of you make up, his mind is reeling to find out just what bastard made you think of such things about him. He has to know, so it's assured that you'll never ever trust their judgement again. I mean, their so called words of advice made you look like an asshole so why ever believe them after that?
Bringing up his awareness again, it gets really bad done the line. Sure, he is somewhat aware but over time Kokichi will make excuses for himself for the things he's doing. Everyone is out to get him and any shred of happiness he could achieve. You have been such a good thing in life, so it makes sense that the universe would try to rip that away from him with people vying for your attention or someone planting misinformed into your mind. There's no way in hell that he will ever let you go.
✧Momota Kaito✧
The absolute worst to put it plain and simple. Kaito is a sadistic and possessive yandere who is all take and no give. It is highly advised to stay far away from him when he gains this unhealthy obsession towards you. Because the moment he figures it out, your life will not be the same. Kaito does not care about whether or not what he's feeling is the normal or twisted. One thing is for sure, you're not getting away from him. He finds it amusing to see you in a state of panic, knowing how he treats you. Every single day he comes around to make sure you're on your best behavior. Meaning you are not doing anything that can piss him off like try to make friends, tell anyone about what he's doing, or god forbid catching feelings for someone. Kaito intends to have full control over you and whatever threatens that has to deal with him. That includes you, which is something you absolutely don't want.
Kaito gets right to the point on the subject of rivals; either beating them black and blue or killing them. No in between. Even worse is if you're around when this happens, he will not care. He's glad you saw since this is just another reason why you shouldn't defy him. Also, how f.ucking dare you instigate this? No matter where you stood in these circumstances, Kaito will find any reason to blame it on you. Then of course a fitting punishment is in order. Every single one just leaves you pathetic and helpless since this man is cruel. He'll deprive you of things, isolate you, heavily degrade you, or force himself on you. Speaking of such, he's horrible due to the fact that whenever he's in the mood, it doesn't matter if you want it or not. It's all about what he wants.
He will occasionally roughly grab you by the wrist and drag you to a semi secluded area. Doesn't waste anytime as his actions are hasty and abrasive. Even outside of that, Kaito is always has his hands somewhere on you. Don't complain or whine, unless you want him to be unhappy. It's absolutely suffocating as he forces you to go with him or do things you'd never do. Again, there's no room for protesting. Do what you're told.
Overall, Kaito is an incredibly selfish human being to deal with as a yandere. No one, not even you, are safe from him. He's someone who sees something he likes and decides it'll be his. No matter what. You would even question if he loves you or not. It's just... He has an exceedingly cruel way of showing it and genuine believes that having you on a tight leash will ensure you never leave. He always tells you during a punishment that he could have had anyone he wanted, but he ultimately chose you. So that amounts to something, correct? Don't be so picky.
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Monster Hunter Tri Diary, Part 2: Day cycles & Nighttime hunt in the Moga Woods
For previous entries, search for #monster hunter tri diary
Disclaimer: Text is paraphrased from my localization and might slightly deviate from the English version.
Moga Village (night)
Yay, we have day cycles! This is actually a feature that got scrapped in MH3U; while there were day and night versions of each map (probably a leftover from this mechanic), it was always day in Moga Village. In Tri, however, time advances in the village too, and you actually get to explore Moga at nighttime! (I believe the only previous time they tried something like this was in MH Dos, with the seasonal cycles.)
And look, fireflies! Or are those Thunder Bugs? (Given that this is Monster Hunter, probably Thunder Bugs.)
Also, there is a nighttime version of the village theme! I've never heard it before, due to there being no day/night cycle in 3U. It's a tad softer and more tranquil than the daytime version - I like it!
Chief's Son: "To restore the base camp, we need to dig new latrines, rebuilt the tent, cover the old latrines, delouse the bed..." Sounds like a really pleasant job. Might be easier to just throw the lousy bed into the trash and get a new one, though.
Okay, so the Chief’s Son tells me I have to report to him what I hunted in the forest, since he’s responsible for keeping tabs on that. Makes sense, since you kinda need to keep an eye on the monster population to prevent an imbalance in the ecosystem if you want to ensure a sustainable economy.
Actually, this reminds me... I remember there's an in-lore explanation that the Guild keeps records of the monster population in each area, to prevent certain species from going extinct and others from growing too large in number. (I think the only time they integrated this into the gameplay was in MH Dos; there was some kind of "bounty system", and the more often you hunted a certain monster, the less money you'd get for it.) So, are the reports I give to the Chief's Son sent to the Guild as well? (I suppose that would be like constant surveillance; but maybe, that's the exact intention behind it.)
At first, I thought the Jumbo Pearl might be a reference to MH Dos (since the village from that game is called Jumbo). However, after checking the Japanese item name, the kanji indicates that it's just an extraordinarily large pearl, rather than a pearl found near/associated with Jumbo Village. (Pity, though; that would've been so cool.)
Chief's Son: "Go report to my dad, will you? He LOVES reports." Okay - well, at least that shows he's taking his job seriously.
Chief: "There are no hopeless causes... Just lost confidence!" That's actually a damn good motivational quote right there.
Gossipy Lady: "It's obvious whenever the Chief is in a pensive mood. He stands at the left pier and gazes out at the sea." I wonder if there's a story behind this habit...
Guild Sweetheart: "The good news is that the Guild apparently has completely forgotten about us. So, you're not missing out on anything!" Well, I guess that's the bright side of it... xD Still, a bit odd if you consider the Guild is technically responsible for protecting the village - all they do is send one rookie hunter here and that’s it. They don’t even bother helping the villagers repairing the damage in any other way.
Outfitter: ""No weapon is perfect. Every one has its strengths and weaknesses." Maybe grandpa was right after all..." Well... A fault confessed is half redressed, or so they say. xD
The shy kid tells us about a goblin with a mask living in the Moga Woods (his older brother also says he's "constantly talking nonsense about an elf"). If my memory serves correctly, that has to be Cha-Cha.
Blacksmith: "I'm gonna to tell you - but just this once!" Except when you cycle through the dialogue by repeatedly talking to him, you can select "yes" again. xD
The Bowguns are completely different in Tri. Instead of the usual two classes (Light and Heavy Bowgun), you have to assemble your Bowgun out of individual parts (stock, frame, barrel), each influencing the stat values and overall performance. I guess this was done in an attempt to make the Bowguns more customizable, so you can have a sort of in-between as opposed to just light/heavy. I'm not a Gunner myself, but I think the idea is kinda cool; ultimately, they didn't stick with it, though.
Btw, there are some weapons that are completely missing from Tri: Dual Blades, Hunting Horn, Gunlance and Bow are all unavailable in this game (despite being available in Freedom Unite).
Also, the Switch Axe and the Long Sword are not available from the start; you have to unlock them later on (you have to do the 3-star Urgent Quest to hunt a Gobul to get access to Long Swords). I was a bit confused when I saw that I couldn't make any Long Swords, since I was sure I heard they existed in Tri. However, the selection of Long Swords in this game is very limited: Minus the weapons from online events, there are only seven Long Swords you can make in the game. That's right: seven. A bit of a bummer for me as a Long Sword main, especially since there are not even blades for every element. (There isn't a single Ice Long Sword you can forge offline.)
So, seems like I'll have to get a little creative here - I think I'll make myself a Great Sword when I get the chance, since that's a weapon I'm at least moderately accustomed to. I also might try out a Switch Axe against Gobul, since you already unlock these after the 2-star Urgent Quest. (Can't say I'm looking forward to it, though. xD)
Btw, I don't know if it's just a translation error in my localization, but when explaining weapon sharpness, the smith says orange is sharper than yellow which is sharper than green. Of course, it's the other way around, with yellow being sharper than orange and green being the sharpest. So, this is a small pitfall for anyone who might be new to the game - just wanted to mention it.
"Fuel for the furnace, chemicals for forging... All of that costs money, so you gotta pay something." I think this is the first time I've seen it mentioned that the smithies in MH are using chemicals to make weapons/armor. Guess that makes sense, since a lot of the equipment pieces are composed of both organic and inorganic materials, so it probably wouldn't hold together otherwise.
"My life's goal? To forge a weapon beyond anyone's imagination! I've tried again and again, but failed. One day, I'll succeed - just you wait!" Well, as long as you have a goal and dedication, you can achieve anything. Better luck next time! :-)
I really like the smith in general - such a lively and spry guy. ^^
What the?! How did the smartass kid get into my house? Who let you in? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMPHOUSE?!?
"Did you know you can skip conversations? That way, you can skip boring conversations with people you don't even want to listen to. Very handy!" I wish this was a feature in real life.
"But some things you'll get to hear only once. And then you'll say: "Oh no! Why did I press the cancel button? Now I can never hear this again! Buhuuuu!" Unironically me every time I want the text to scroll faster and accidentally end up missing dialogue. xD
"Oh, some conversations you can't skip, like important village info and lectures from your mom..." Pity - I'm sure everyone would appreciate the latter. xD
"Do you believe there is life on the moon?" I dunno, kid - I've never read sci-fi literature from the MH universe myself.
"Why don't hunters use their huge airships to fly to the moon? Did no one get this idea before?" Well, maybe they did - I just doubt they got very far. xD
Yay! I can actually give my Poogie a name! (Actually, I think this is the first time in the series you can do this.) Though it's curious that the list includes both male and female names - is Poogie's gender just whatever you want it to be?
The cuddle timing for the Poogie is WAY more lenient than in Freedom Unite (seriously, that was hardcore).
Moga Woods (night)
"Hello, it's me, the Chief's Son! Not Junior! Nobody calls me that!" Yep, definitely daddy issues. (Nice to see the Chief's Son inherited his dad’s telepathic skills, though.)
"Oh, nice attack! Maybe you're not such an inexperienced hunter after all..." Shit, they've caught onto my ruse - they know I'm too good to be a noob! xD
It will never not be funny to me that the "So tasty!" when you make a Well-done Steak is the only voice line they ever bothered to record for the old games. In fact, it was so important that they even recorded it in different languages. xD
I appreciate how there's a brief display of "MAX" at the end of the stamina gauge - that way, you know when you're at max stamina.
Okay, so the monster list also works differently in Tri. Instead of buying the books with the info at the item shop, you have to gather the infos yourself while being out in the field. It feels a bit like a spiritual predecessor to MH World; I guess they did this to add more to the "exploration" feeling. It's a little tricky to do though, so I understand why they got rid of it. (You have to open the monster list in the menu, point the Wiimote at the monster and then add the info to your list via drag-and-drop. I can imagine this is going to be rather difficult with large monsters, since you kinda have to pay attention that you don't die while gathering data. xD)
Honey: "Full of nutrients, but indigestible in this form." What? Last time I checked, honey was a perfectly digestible type of food. What makes MH honey different?
Okay, so I've picked up an item called "Firedouse Berry". It increases fire resistance, apparently. The logical conclusions would be that there are other berries in Tri to counter the other elements (water, thunder, ice). Either way, I've never seen these in any MH before.
I’ve always wondered what the "houses"/windows carved into the cliffs of Area 7 are. I suppose this is what the Head Farmer meant when he was saying that the statue in the cave had something to do with the "forest ruins". Is this where the ancestors of the sea people lived? If so, why are these great buildings in ruins? What brought about their demise?
You see, it's the little things that always kept me fascinated in Monster Hunter. You can find these ancient ruins in all of the old MH games, but it’s never explained who built them. It's like a dark mystery of the past, constantly looming over you - and perhaps, a silent threat that this might happen again.
It's funny how the Jaggi were my literal introduction to Monster Hunter. If I hadn't read an article about there being "raptors" in MH4U - despite the Jaggi looking more dilophosaurs with their frills (which is ironic, since they're the bird wyverns that don't spit poison) - I probably wouldn't have picked it up. xD
After playing Lies of P for so long, I have to get used to MH combat again. Although I adjusted the controls of LoP so it was basically the standard MH controls (because I literally can’t play with anything else xD), the combat itself feels very different. MH’s is a lot more mobile in comparison, involving lots of dodging and repositioning; since there’s no target lock-on (targeting for large monsters only got introduced in MH3U if I remember correctly), you can’t just lock onto your target to circle around them.
Also, I don't think there’s a pause button in Tri? A bit strange since Freedom Unite had one, but I guess you're supposed to use the Wii Home button for this.
There was a young Aptonoth in Area 1, probably the one who fled from Area 3 when I killed its parents (cool that the monsters move to other areas, though!). I briefly contemplated to let it live, but then I told myself "well, it's probably not gonna survive without its parents anyway" and did the mercy kill. (I'm such a cold-blooded murderer, guys. xD)
One thing that never fails to make me laugh is how there are wooden struts sprouting from the ground if you place the BBQ spit on uneven terrain. xD (That BBQ spit is so important, it even gains the magical ability to support itself if need be.)
So, in summary, I killed 15 Jaggi, while also gathering some stuff along the way. I would've needed 30 resource points at minimum, I delivered 90 - so, thrice as much. Well, there's no kill like overkill. xD
Moga Village (day)
As far as I know, 3rd Gen is the first to have its own kinds of fertilizers for mushroom and insect farming spots on the farm (Shroom Germ and Funky Pheromones, respectively).
Dung: "That's right: Monster poop. The odor reveals (too) much about the monster's diet." Must be really pleasant to carry that around in your pockets (or store it in your item box). xD
The item description says you can only sell Pittance Fangs for "pocket change" - that "pocket change" being 180z per piece, which is quite a lot by early game standards. (I've been wondering about the name, though; could it be that monster parts like fangs, teeth etc. are used as currency in some places in the MH universe? Is it custom to give these kinds of fangs to beggars so they can buy themselves something for it?)
Okay, the smith now wants me to bring him some Iron Ore to prove that I’m “worthy” of being his customer - at least he was so kind as to lend me his Mega Pickaxe for it. (Remember, kids? The time when you still had to carry pickaxes and bug nets with you to gather ore and insects?)
Village Chief: "All wyverians are hard to please. And this one is the worst. I know him since my early youth. I got into more brawls with him than the sky has stars!" Sounds like the Chief and the smith were best friends. xD It's charming to see the Chief reminiscing about his youth, though.
Chief: "My son still has a lot to learn... But you have to overcome barriers to grow." That's true - ngl, the Chief does have some pretty deep quotes.
Guild Sweetheart: "Drum roll... The Guild says: absolutely nothing!" Man, they sure are taking their time... Okay, how about this: I'm gonna go out to get some Iron Ore for the smith (and for myself), and you see if you can get through to the Guild in the meantime, alright? Don’t worry, sweetie - I’ll be right back!
To be continued
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your name means traitor
Description: Regis boards the Normandy SR-2, makes his stance on Cerberus clear to the crew--new and old--and learns some information about his resurrection. He also reads through the dossiers and finally gets a little bit of good news in his trapped situation.
Pairing: Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko/Zaeed Massani (past)
Rating: M
Notes: Regis is one angry bastard in this fic, and honestly, he's like that through the entirety of ME2. So, he's not the most pleasant person in this fic, and targets many different characters in his anger.
Context: Regis talks about his dogtags a lot in this fic. for extra context, check out these fics: late night conversations and you got me in a chokehold.
Cerberus revived the Butcher, so they were going to get the Butcher, his fangs bared and talons sharpened.
Because the Butcher doesn't play nice when he feels threatened, and Cerberus is about to find out exactly how ruthless he could be. How relentless he can be in his rage. How far he will go to never bow down.
Even if it meant dying in such a way that there's no coming back next time.
Regis will give them exactly what they deserve. Losing his humanity in the process is just a price he's willing to pay.
Because Kaidan isn't here to bring him back from the brink.
He sneered at Lawson once they made it to the CIC, after she and Taylor got him up to speed at all the new features on the Normandy. "This is my goddamn ship, and no one else's. Get ready for my announcement. And we'll see if their loyalties truly lie with me. Because if they don't? I'll welcome them to the airlock."
"Acting like this isn't going to make the situation better. You should want all the allies you can get,” Lawson said.
Regis laughed sharply. "Then you don't know me at all. You wanted Commander Shepard? Well, you're also getting the Butcher of Torfan. Should've thought of that before you wielded your scalpel." He pushed back with a bit of biotic power, causing her to stumble and stepped up on the pedestal to the galaxy map.
EDI was the only thing on this ship he was willing to work with, if only because he was so fascinated by AI. Cerberus likely knew that and was going to exploit it, but he couldn't deny the allure.
"EDI, open the comms for an announcement."
"Go ahead, Commander."
He cleared his throat. "I will make this clear only once. I am Commander Shepard, you will all refer to me as such. This is my ship. Not Cerberus's, not Lawson's, mine. If you have a problem with that, you are welcome to leave. I was brought here against my will, and being here is against everything I stand for as a Spectre and as a soldier to the Alliance. I find all of you to be the scum of the Earth, of the fucking galaxy, for choosing this as your ultimate path. I am here for one job only, and that is to deal with this threat any way possible. And if that means tearing down your organization in the process and turning myself and all of you into the Alliance the moment I get a chance? I'll do it in a fucking heartbeat." He crossed his arms, observing the looks of all the crew members in the CIC, seeing varied expressions. Some angry, some wide-eyed with fear. The Yeoman next to him almost seemed to shudder when his gaze landed on her.
He knew he looked inhuman. The red eyes, the deep scars laced with cybernetics, unexpected side effects of whatever they did to bring him back.
He is the result of what happens when you play God.
"I fought and killed members of your organization two years ago for your heinous crimes you committed against your own species. Experiments with Rachni, Thresher Maws, and assassination plans against Alliance brass. Don't think I'll discriminate if I think any of you are a threat to me. This is my mission, and I will carry it out as I see fit. You've bastardized my memory and my ship, and I'll be damned if I don't ensure you all know how far I'm willing to go to get what I want. Again, you have a problem? Get the fuck off my ship. Return to your duties. I don't want to see anyone slacking off. With me here, this is a military operation, not some civilian private sector bullshit." He stepped down from the galaxy map and nearly made it to the elevator, but the Yeoman next to him stopped him.
"Commander, I--"
He cut her off. "I don't want to hear it. I can handle my own communications and messages. Don't make me upload a hack to ensure you can't get your claws in my shit. Stick to your galaxy map monitoring duties, and we won't have any problems."
"I was just going to say I'm here if you want to talk. I'm Kelly Chambers."
"Talk?" He scoffed. "I'm not talking to anyone who's Cerberus. Why the hell would I ever think you would respect confidentiality?"
Regis didn't wait for a reply. She seemed to shrink in on herself, clearly not anticipating his response.
In another life, he would've felt guilty.
No more.
Cerberus ensured that Regis Shepard would never be the same man ever again.
Lawson joined him on the elevator before it closed. "You should know that no one is going to leave."
He pressed the button for the third deck. "I didn't expect anything different. I wanted them to know my feelings on the matter. I'm an open book like that."
"Even towards your old crew?"
He raised an eyebrow. "They're now Cerberus crew, aren't they? Joining for me doesn't change anything."
The elevator doors opened. They stepped off.
"After I make my rounds on the ship, we're going to have a long talk about my resurrection, Lawson. If you really want me to be a part of this mission without turning in this ship to the Alliance, then maybe you should be forthcoming with the details," Regis said, crossing his arms.
He fully planned on going straight to the Citadel to talk to Anderson, but something told him that meeting will probably not end in his favor. Time will tell, but Regis wasn't going to be optimistic.
None of his meetings with Anderson has ever really ended "well" in his opinion.
"I think you deserve to know that much," she admitted.
A far cry from her "cold bitch" attitude back on the station. Regis almost wanted to loosen up a bit.
Nothing about her behavior seemed like an act at this point. She genuinely wanted to work with him.
It's a shame he doesn't want to give her the same courtesy.
"Then I hope whatever you tell me is the complete truth." Regis ended the conversation by heading towards the medbay.
Whatever she told him was likely never going to be the full truth, but he had to know.
He had to know what they did to him.
Next, Chakwas...
Two members of his crew decided Cerberus was a good idea, and he couldn't fathom why.
He didn't deserve that level of die-hard loyalty. If he did, he did something wrong. After everything they saw, all the reports he made, they still joined the organization that willingly hunted down Alliance soldiers and brass.
The doors to the medbay slid open. Chakwas was sitting at her desk. "Shepard." She stood up. "It's good to see you alive after everything."
Regis chose to not take the hand she offered. "I would say the same, but I'd rather not consider my situation good in any way whatsoever."
She sighed. "Then it's about Cerberus."
"Why did you think joining them was in any way a good idea? After everything we saw?" Regis asked, crossing his arms.
"After the Normandy was lost, everyone was reassigned. I was stationed at a medical center on Mars. A respectable position, but not a starship," she explained.
Regis narrowed his eyes. "So you threw everything away for a starship position?"
"I'm working for you, Shepard. Not Cerberus. A mission that could be crucial for our survival," she said, not rising to his bait. "I trust your dealings with Cerberus will be ethical. I trust you."
Regis shook his head, sitting down on one of the beds. "And can you verify with one-hundred percent certainty that you're dealing with me, and not some Cerberus puppet? How do you know that Cerberus won't do something to me or to you or to anyone we care for to get what they want? They don't give a single damn about humans, they just care about themselves and their image."
She stared down at him. "I’d say your anger is proof enough. Everything changed after your death. I chose the option that will help all of us. Don't tell me you would rather have some Cerberus doctor taking care of you?"
"Well, the person who resurrected me is across the damn hall. You tell me."
"I've been looking into what they did to bring you back," she admitted. "But most of it I don't have access to."
"I made a deal with Lawson. She's going to tell me everything. I'll make sure you get access."
"Do you trust that she'll tell you everything?"
Regis laughed. "Hell no. For her sake I hope she does. If I find out something out in the field that she could've told me? It's not going to end well for her."
"You've changed since the Normandy."
"Well, I'm a medical abomination trapped in the claws of a terrorist organization. They wanted Commander Shepard? They're getting the man that ordered the Torfan decision." Regis stood up from the bed. "Let me know if you need anything."
She nodded. "Before you go, there might be a way to remove those scars."
Regis caught his reflection in the window. Angry red lines cracked across his face. Glowing red pupils blending in with his own altered red irises.
"No. Let them see what they did to me."
"I'll be here if you change your mind, but I know with your experience, we might be able to make something good out of it instead of removing it outright."
Hell, she has a point. With his cybernetics background, he could probably channel the glow into something else. Something less cracked and scarred and more of an aesthetic choice.
Something to decide later.
Chakwas was always a steady presence. All the anger he had about her joining up mostly dissipated with her attitude about the matter. She let him be angry, and she let him treat her like he would treat any other Cerberus operative.
He still can't feel like he can fully trust her.
There's no way in hell Cerberus won't exploit his allies.
He explored the ship some more, learning all its new nooks and crannies, barely acknowledging the Cerberus crew that now wandered the halls of his ship.
He's not here to make friends.
His quarters were the worst part of the tour. The glass window above his bed, showing the dark expanse of space, taunted him.
They knew how he died.
They knew what became his grave.
He slammed his hand on the shutters, willing it to close faster.
His locker was filled with his favorite clothing. Turtlenecks, long coats, dark fatigues, boots and jeans. He tossed the Cerberus branded stuff into a corner, vowing to compact the trash in the lower decks later.
The familiarity caused him to shudder. They knew everything about him, but some things hit too close to home.
The photo on his desk nearly made him sick.
It was of Regis and Kaidan clothed in their armors, but instead of them wearing their usual scarves--Regis’s black and red, Kaidan’s blue and white--they were swapped. Their foreheads were touching, a calm moment before the drop down to Illos.
Tali was the one who took the photo, sharing it amongst the ground crew. None of them would've given up the picture. Kaidan, Ashley, Tali, Wrex, T'Soni.
Unless Cerberus recovered his omnitool, which was unlikely. The one in the armor locker back on the station was a piece of shit base model. And the one sitting on his desk was an updated version of his favored Logic Arrest.
Which meant they also didn't recover his dog tags, if they were nowhere to be found in his cabin.
That loss almost hit the hardest. That damn ring.
I should've just given it to Kaidan. Fuck fairytale proposals.
Regis turned the photo away from him. He rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the nausea.
Maybe diving into those dossiers would be a good idea right now. Something to distract him.
As he reached over to turn on his terminal, he received a ping on his omnitool.
A comm request from Joker.
“Got a minute, Commander?” Joker asked, after Regis accepted his comm request. Sitting at his desk, staring at the empty fish tank—what an ostentatious piece of shit—wondering what decision he made got him here on this fucking ship.
Accepting the Normandy, of course. He should have never acquiesced to Anderson’s and the Alliance’s demands. He could’ve been happy at Rio, enjoying his time with the N recruits, finding more ways to advocate for better training regimens for biotics.
He wondered if anything ever came from his suggestions. New N programs, new ways to train biotics recruits, new accelerated ways for biotics to gain ground in the Alliance… without him to speak up, who would?
But knowing what he knows now? Knowing that Kaidan would have likely been the one to suffer the beacon’s visions if he didn’t push him away?
Regis wasn’t too sure if he liked the thought of that outcome either, especially without being by his side.
“Come on up,” Regis replied, shutting down the link after responding.
This conversation is not going to be a good one.
A few minutes later, a knock sounded on his door. With a wave of his omnitool, he allowed Joker to come inside.
“They really tricked out the place, huh. Swanky crib you got here,” Joker commented, walking over to the couch.
“I think it’s utter bullshit,” Regis said, getting up from the desk to lean against the dumb fish tank. “Another way to think that I’m in a better place or some kind of manipulative crap. I hate it.”
“You know, you could really lighten up a bit. I think you’ve already scared half the crew to death with that announcement of yours. Especially Chambers.” Joker said with a laugh, but quickly stopped after seeing the dark look on Regis’s face. “Uh, sorry.”
“It’s because I don’t want to be here, Joker. Did you really think I was going to accept having a nosy green yeoman getting all up in my business at the CIC?” Regis asked. “Chambers is just one more way to report on every little move I make to the Illusive Man. She should be happy I haven’t decided to strand her with nothing when we get to the Citadel.”
“What’s next, you kick me off the ship?” Joker asked, crossing his arms. When Regis didn’t immediately respond, he held up his arms in surrender. “Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.”
“What is this really about?” Regis asked. “As you can see, I’m really not in the mood, so spit it out.”
“Do you blame me for what happened?” Joker asked in a startling amount of seriousness.
Regis tilted his head to the side. “Do you blame yourself? Is that why you joined Cerberus?”
“Just answer my question, Shepard!” He balled his hands into fists.
“Fine. The only thing I blame you for is joining Cerberus. I don’t give a single fuck about how you supposedly did it for me, and thinking they were any kind of answer to your current problems was a betrayal to me and all the victims of their experiments that we discovered. Be happy we’re even having this conversation. You did what you thought was right back on my ship, but then again, you thought joining Cerbreus was a good idea. I don’t know if I can even trust your future judgment,” Regis said, staring Joker down.
Perhaps he was being too harsh, but at this point, Regis didn’t care.
It doesn’t matter that Joker was with him on the Normandy. Regis was never close with the man, never meshing well with his attitude and sense of humor. They butted heads more often than not, especially about matters surrounding the ship.
"If we're ever in a situation where it's you or the ship, choose yourself. I know you're a talented pilot, but I also know you can recognize when it's gone FUBAR. Abandon ship the moment you can while also keeping the crew safe." Regis said to him early on their Saren mission.
"My piloting skills will be the only thing that saves our asses if we end up in that kind of situation. I'm the pilot. You trust my judgment."
"I grew up learning how to pilot shuttles and ships, Moreau. I grew up hearing similar disaster situations on all the ships my mother served on. This is an order. You listen to my disaster plans, and we won't have a problem."
Joker opened his mouth to reply, his expression twisting with anger, but Regis beat him to it. "I know you remember that argument we had about what to do if we have to abandon ship. I've run all the scenarios in my head, and guess what, I remember everything that happened up to the moment I died suffocating in space. Maybe what you did saved more of the crew. Maybe what you did was the right thing. But we will never know, and you have to live with the fact that you defied my orders when you could've saved yourself."
"You're right, we will never know, but it doesn't matter, does it? We're here now, but you aren't going to thank anyone for the chance you've been given," Joker replied. "You're acting like a fucking child. How is that helpful to any of us? I'm sure if Alenko was here you'll be getting on your knees for his oh-so-great decision. And you would be besties with Williams if she was here too!"
Regis kept his face neutral, but if another biotic was in the room with him, they would feel his field about to roar to life. "Moreau," he said, "get the fuck out of my quarters."
"You aren't denying it! Regis Lucian Shepard, Butcher of Torfan and a hypocrite."
Regis activated his omnitool to open the doors remotely. He raised his voice, his field roaring to life in a bright violet glow. Moreau flinched back.
"I said, get the fuck out of my quarters! And for your information, Kaidan and Ashley would've never joined Cerberus because they were there for every goddamn mission we did unearthing their crimes. I'd be treating them the same way I'm treating everyone on this fucking ship if they did sacrifice their morals to be here." Regis shouted. "Sure, I can excuse your bullshit jokes, but you've crossed the fucking line. You see that picture over there.” He pointed at the photo frame on the desk. “You remember that picture being taken?”
He nodded, swallowing.
“And that’s why I’m so fucking angry. That’s why I would rather space myself again than be on this ship. But I can’t do that, now can I? Because Lawson and Cerberus will just bring me right back again, except this time, with a new way to control me!”
Regis let his biotics rest, leaving only a faint glow around this body, his eyes rimmed with deep purple.
Moreau silently stood up and walked over to the door. "I joined Cerberus for you and only you," he said, standing next to the elevator.
If that was his way of apologizing, he was doing a shit job of it.
"I wouldn't call that loyalty by any stretch of the imagination. It shows you didn't know me," Regis replied. He sat back down at his desk, his back turned to the door.
He was done with this conversation.
The doors opened and closed with a soft sound, and Regis let out a deep breath.
Leaning back in his chair, Regis ran his hand down his face. Fuck.
That's a bridge that will never be rebuilt anytime soon. He crossed the line when he went there about his relationship with Kaidan.
Regis wasn't about to apologize anytime soon either.
His gaze went back to the photo.
He should contact him, and he should log in to his personal server and send a message. But that photo made him pause.
Cerberus knows what Kaidan is to him, and if they found out about communications between them?
Regis wasn't willing to put Kaidan in danger, even if it means Kaidan finds out about his resurrection from another source.
The Alliance knows, likely thanks to footage from Freedom's progress. The Citadel and Council will know the moment he steps through security, if they don’t already.
But all they will see is Regis walking out of a ship emblazoned with Cerberus colors, and it made him sick.
The terminal sitting in front of him pinged with a new message. This time from Lawson.
Whenever you're ready, come to my office. We'll talk there.
He should start working on those dossiers, but the knowledge of his resurrection was far more important to him than this mission.
He sent a short reply. "I'm coming down now."
– –
He sat down at Lawson's desk. "Send me the files first." He ordered, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs.
"Surely you want to hear about it first?" She asked, but made a move on her terminal all the same.
"The files are more important to me. I'm not some dumb Jarhead. I'll be able to understand the documents just fine," he replied. "Surely you know about my degrees?"
"Yes. Cybernetics and biotic implants. Research into VI. And yet you joined the Alliance, doing none of those things," she commented. His omnitool pinged with the transfer. "There."
Regis was working to use those credentials with his biotic program, curating research and evidence to make training better, both standard and N style.
Very few cared about the plight of human biotics. But Regis wanted to make a difference, no matter how small it was.
His L2 implant ensured he had to care.
He glanced at them, scanning them with one of his programs, looking for any malicious code. Nothing obvious came up, but he'll break them down later.
He nodded, confirming the status of the files. "Now, tell me everything."
She outlined the details of his resurrection, starting with the status of his body.
"When we received your corpse, we immediately got to work designing cybernetic implants to repair your skeleton, to regenerate and reconstruct your skin, and to begin reconstructing your organ systems. I'm afraid Taylor put it in a crude way, but 'meat and tubes' was an unfortunate descriptor of your situation," she said, lacing her fingers together on her desk.
Regis wasn't shocked at the news. He kept his expression blank. "And the state of my armor?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, pausing with a confused expression on her face. "Why does that matter?"
"You've reconstructed me damn near perfectly, even down to my damn scars, piercings, and tattoos. Hell, I kept expecting to see some fucked line work on my flowers and chest tats especially. What I do care about is what personal effects I lost. My omnitool with my last will and rites, among other things, and my Alliance dog tags," Regis explained, barely refraining from rolling his eyes.
"It was in such a sad state. We retrieved nothing of yours that was intact," she said.
Regis raised an eyebrow. "Really? I know the hard suits aren't perfect, and I died in one spectacular fashion. But you didn't retrieve anything of the sort? Who handled my body? Who got it to you in the first place?"
"You don't care at all about what we did to you. All you care about is what you lost," she said, narrowing her eyes.
True. The documents were enough for him. Keeps him from wanting to biotically blast her across the room for defying his right to death.
For defying his right to be buried with his father.
"You’re right. I don't really give a fuck about all the sordid details. That's what those files are for. No, I care about what has been done to me. And that includes everything that was on my person when I died," Regis spat. "So I’ll ask again, and this time, I'll make it really clear. Who. Handled. My. Body."
Her face remained blank. "Would it really change anything? We received a corpse with charred armor that has long since been destroyed. You are proof enough that we cared to bring you back as you were, even your L2 implants were kept the same."
Regis leaned back in the chair. "Maybe not, but I cared a lot about those things. Don't you think there's a goddamn reason why I keep pressing you on it? Clearly you're not an idiot if you were able to do the impossible. I want names, Lawson."
"You think you were looted before we were able to officially recover you?" She asked.
"Was I?" He fired back. "I wouldn't be surprised if I was. I'm Commander Shepard, hero of the goddamn Citadel, Butcher of Torfan, and the First Human Spectre. I'm a fucking celebrity. Or else why would you have revived me? I'm important."
She pursed her lips. “The Illusive Man believes in your visions. He saw you as the key to helping humanity.”
“Ah, so his wants are greater than mine? Who gives a fuck about one man’s feelings when he can save us all? Nice phrasing there, really shows who you care about,” Regis mocked.
“I’m merely repeating his reasons for us creating the Lazarus project in the first place. I was under orders.”
“And here I thought Cerberus wasn’t a military organization. No, you just wanted to prove you could defy all known laws and resurrect a long dead man,” Regis said. “Stop trying to convince myself that what you all did to me was out of some duty because you care.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but Regis cut her off. “Honestly, whatever you’re going to say is going to piss me off more. Just give me the fucking names of who brought me in.”
“It must be so exhausting being so angry,” she said. “Eventually, you’ll have to learn to work with us. Or are you going to run in and recruit everyone for this mission on your own?”
He has half a mind to do exactly that. Surely, she knew about his service history. Solo missions in between his stint as a trainer for the N program and other biotics.
Despite being a biotic, he was one hell of an infiltrator, able to reign in his field to a point where it was very difficult for other biotics to sense him. A high level of control to make sure you almost never intersect with anyone else's field. He made sure that Kaidan knew how to do it as well, the one thing Regis considered himself better at biotically.
Regis chuckled without mirth. “Exhausting? No. You brought back Regis Shepard. You’re getting exactly who you wanted. Why, did you think I’ll be getting on my knees, praising Cerberus for bringing me back? Stop trying to portray yourselves as the misunderstood good guys who are only trying to help humanity.”
“If what you say is true, those were likely splinter groups. Cerberus operates in separate cells," she said. “And for your information, I thought this whole project was a waste of precious resources, but the Illusive Man wanted you alive.”
Interesting. Doesn’t quite change his opinion of her, but he respected her some for even admitting that.
Still, she kept digging her heels in whenever he tried to tell her off Cerberus's deeds during the Saren mission.
Regis couldn't fathom why. They clearly knew a lot about him. They must've gotten their hands on his mission reports.
Cerberus was an active threat then, and now, Regis was more than a little worried about their obvious scope.
“And I’m sure you had objections for how he wanted me alive. Let me guess: You wanted a way to control me,” Regis observed.
“Yes, I wanted to put a control chip in you, but the Illusive Man wanted you exactly as you were,” she admitted.
She almost seemed to brace herself for something, the way she moved her hands off her desk and leaned back.
Regis didn’t give her the satisfaction.
Even if he wanted to give her a taste of what he felt while he was dying in space.
He wasn’t looking forward to getting some sleep as his nightmare became true two years ago.
Yet it feels like it happened yesterday all the same.
"Well, at least you admitted it to me," Regis said, watching as she slowly let her guard down. "But it proves that I was right and still right to not trust you or anyone else on this ship, if you were willing to go that far to use me for your gains."
"And you are proving to me that I was right to have those concerns for our well-being," she fired back.
Regis smirked. There's that fire he was waiting for. "Sounds like quite the sore spot. What do you want me to say, really? Oh, I'm so sorry you lost the right to control another human being. Boo-fucking-hoo."
She narrowed her eyes. "This conversation is leading nowhere. You're wasting your own time."
"I don't consider this a waste of my time at all," Regis said, reveling in the fact that he was likely waiting her time. "But, since you haven't rescinded your offer of information, let's go back to that Cerberus cell comment you made. You're saying you keep your projects isolated?"
She cleared her throat. "If it keeps you here, I'll answer your questions. Yes, each project is its own cell. I was part of the Lazarus Cell. And so, the cell that recovered you is not something I'm privy to. Even if it was, Cerberus changes the location and status of some of its operatives all the time," she said. "I can't help you."
Regis frowned. "Fine. But perhaps it is a good thing, because I’d have to pause your little mission to hunt them down and take what you didn’t retrieve for me. I don’t believe my personal effects were so easily lost.”
Before she could reply, Regis held up his omnitool. "I'm going to read over the files. Make yourself available for questions. And if there's anything about my resurrection that you didn't tell me, no matter how fucking small or innocuous it might seem, don't think I won't take it lying down."
She looked him in the eyes. “You have my word, even if to you that might mean nothing."
Regis stood up. "You're absolutely right, your word means shit to me.”
He walked out of her office without hearing her response.
The trek back to his quarters was short, but it still gave him time to think about what he learned.
Perhaps he should have spent more time listening to her account right at that moment.
But finding out who handled his body will be his ultimate goal on this mission.
Regis wanted them to burn for desecrating his memory and for keeping him hostage away from his family.
As he sat back down at his desk, he had a feeling she wasn't telling him everything. Why would she? And yet, what does she have to gain by keeping whoever handled his body to himself?
Who is she protecting? Or maybe she sees it as a way of keeping him from getting distracted. He made it clear what he wanted out of that conversation.
Something he'll try to press on later.
It's unlikely he'll actually make good on his threats, but for all intents and purposes, none of the Cerberus crew on this ship really knew who he was, only going off of reports and vids and whatever else they were able to find on him.
They don't know the man behind the titles. and he was going to use that to his advantage.
He opened up the dossiers list, looking through the people Cerberus wanted him to recruit.
A master thief by the name of Kasumi Goto, who is waiting for him at the Citadel. Stealth, infiltration, and hacking–all skills of his that he values in others.
He looked forward to hearing how she ended up in this mess.
A salarian scientist by the name of Mordin Solus, who was also with the STG. Cerberus is even recruiting aliens? Must be desperate, knowing their stance.
A convict by the name of Jack, who is supposedly the most powerful human biotic. A criminal, by the looks of things. He wondered why Cerberus needed someone like her, someone likely unstable and worked for only herself.
He'd have to see how his abilities compared to hers. He and Kaidan were often known by the Alliance as their most powerful biotics. What makes her different? He wanted to know.
A warlock by the name of Dr. Okeer. A krogan scientist. Another alien. Regis raised an eyebrow, remembering a few conversations he had with Wrex. A rarity.
No wonder Cerberus wanted someone like him.
He doubted that Okeer and Solus would get along.
Next, someone by the name of Archangel. Regis rolled his eyes at the name, but the dossier itself was suspiciously blank compared to the others. No real name and a vague location.
Finally, the one titled "The Veteran."
Regis opened it and blinked once he saw the name, making sure he read it correctly.
Zaeed Massani, hired by Cerberus.
He couldn't help but laugh at the note that said how expensive his services were.
Yet, Regis knew Zaeed wasn't an idiot. He kept an ear close to the ground. He had to have known what Cerberus really was.
So why was he part of these dossiers?
He'll have to be careful. He trusts Zaeed. Trusted him with things only Kaidan knows and has seen.
Maybe Moreau was right. He really is a fucking hypocrite.
Because he couldn't wait to get to Omega and get that man on board. As selfish as it was, Regis really wanted him back by his side, even if they were just friends.
Regis closed his eyes as he thought back to his and Kaidan's leave on Omega. Three–no, five now–years ago.
Sandwiched between them after they had taken turns with him, Regis relished in the feeling of being fucked out by two gorgeous men, one who had been by his side for years, the other a temporary lover Regis wanted so much more with.
Kaidan pecked his lips with a sweet little kiss. "How are you feeling, love?" He asked, checking over him with a loving gaze.
"Good. Sore, but that's to be expected," he rasped out. He cleared his throat. "But I like it that way."
"I know you do."
"You two have a good thing going on," Zaeed grumbled from behind him, a tattooed arm wrapped around Regis's body. "But I'm also a goddamn gentleman. It's been a while someone has let me be that rough with them."
Regis turned to face the mercenary. "I'm fine, I promise. I can handle it."
Zaeed pressed a kiss on his forehead. "That you can, Alliance. Next time, don't hold back on your biotics. Both of you. Ain't my first rodeo."
"So sure about a next time," Kaidan teased. "But we can get a little, uh, wild with our fields. Comes with our implants."
"Right, you two must be from the second gen? No wonder your biotics were so strong out in the field. Thought I was fighting with Matriarch commandos out there," Zaeed said, starting to trace patterns on the tattoos on Regis's chest. He shivered at the contact.
"It has its benefits," Regis said.
"I'm sure it does," Zaeed said. "I got a bathtub big enough for the three of us back there. Join me."
Kaidan grinned. "Of course. Regis?'
"As long as you two pamper me, I'm alright with that."
But without Kaidan with him, Regis wasn't about to make a move.
Even if he craved the touch of another.
His fingers itched, reaching out for a pack of cigarettes that were nowhere to be found.
Regis knows what he's going to pick up when he gets to Omega.
First, he'll deal with the Citadel. Talk with Anderson, recruit Goto, and see if the new council would be willing to talk with him.
And then, Omega.
Regis wasn't looking forward to whatever was waiting for him at the Citadel, but he hoped to get answers.
And to find out where Kaidan and Ashley ended up.
He didn't want them on the ship, but he needed to know they were okay. That they flourished in the Alliance.
That they moved on without him by their sides.
He wasn't holding his breath, however. The moment he shows up in a Cerberus ship will seal his fate. He's almost certain he'll be stonewalled.
But he wouldn't deny the Spectre position if it was offered back to him, despite not wanting it in the first place.
He could hear it now, Regis Shepard, a traitor to the Alliance, to humanity, and to the Council!
Regis never felt so lost, so out of control, until now.
He hoped that he can regain some semblance of control fast.
#mass effect#regis shepard#mshenko#cleric's writing#not tagging all the characters for this fic#and i'll post this on ao3 later#i do love miranda but at the moment regis does not lol#mass effect fanfiction
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