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weirdlyobsessedwithegos · 4 years

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Illinois x reader x Yancy

@ezuriel-moth-rps : Hey,,,,,,, a concept: soulmate wrist mark AU, right? But like,,, polyamorous people having a mark on each wrist. Thank u for ur time. h m. Illinois and someone? Idk who should be the other someone though. how many egos are there, RNG it

I chose Yancy since he’s my fav, and I’ve seen him being paired with Illinois several times, thought it would be interesting! And also, in this particular AU, the soulmark(s) only does something when you touch it directly, not just the person(s) you share your mark(s) with. Soulmarks can also look like pretty much anything, differs from relationship to relationship.

Having two soulmarks isn’t that unusual, but often, it could lead to questions you rather not answer.

So you would always cover one or both up in some sort of fashion, often with a fancy bracelet or simple makeup.

It didn’t help that yours was two one inch thick bands, one around each wrist. One yellow on your left and one blue on the right, so they often draws looks.

Of the two, you had met Yancy first.

You had met him in prison of all places, the both of you in there for crimes you definitely did commit, not that you ever planned on staying for long.

And you didn’t. Yancy even helps you break out of the place even though you fought him and won just a few hours prior.

As he scratches the back of his neck while he explains why he isn’t outside the fence himself, you spot a familiar color on his wrist. He must have been wearing some makeup on it, because it certainly wasn’t there before.

Transfixed, you reach out and grab his wrist, stopping whatever he was about to say as you pull his arm through the fence.

“What’se youse do-” He stops himself as he sees the color on his wrist, visible where it’s clear that his makeup had been smudged. He tries to tug his arm back, but you don’t let go, gently touching the little blue spot you can see.

“Hey, now-” He gasps as warm tingle makes its way up his arm. Looking at you with wide eyes, he gapes.

“Youse......” You nod, licking your thumb so you can use the wetness to rub away some makeup on your own wrists. Yancy lets out a shaky breath as he sees the matching blue and yellow appear.

“I.... I’s thought I’s would never find any of youse.....” He stares at your wrists as you take both of his hands in yours. You kiss his knuckles, and when you look up there’s tears in his eyes.

“Please come with me.”

“I belong here, this is my home....... For now at least.....”

“If anything, you belong with me and our other. We belong together.” You can tell Yancy is close to crying. You let go of his hands, and he pulls back.

“Maybe when parole comes up, I’ll, I’ll give it a shot.” He starts to walk backwards, yelling about visitation. You look down at your box, and when you look up again, he’s gone.

You’re alone.

You resist the urge to punch the metal fence.

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When you meet Illinois, is no less of a strange situation. You’re in a cave, a boulder comes rolling in, and after Illinois comes walking just behind it.

He somehow manages to convince you to go on a little adventure with him, walking backwards with confidence without getting hit by any traps, and flirting with you all the way.

You don’t really answer back much, but he keeps it up anyway.

As you re-emerge from that monkey heaven, (which is what Illinois had expained it as), you still have the banana in hand. Illinois notices, but also sees the blue band around your wrist at the same time you do.

Your makeup is completely gone (a side effect of the monkey heaven you think). Both you and Illinois freeze. Illinois carefully lifts up his left hand, and suddenly you notice the familiar yellow on his wrist.

You let your hand with the banana drop, grabbing his wrist with your matching yellow band.

The two of you stare down at your hands, as Illinois feel’s the warm tingle from his wrist travel up his arm. He twists his arm so he can grab your wrist as well, making the warm tingle travel up your arm too.

“You.....”

“Yeah...” Illinois tries to pull away, but you don’t let him, pulling him into a hug. He stiffens up, but it only takes a few seconds before he is hugging back. When you pull back, the both of you are smiling at each other.

“Who would have thought I would meet one of my partners like this huh?” His smile is faking confidence, you can tell by his eyes how nervous he is.

“And I know where our other is.” His eyes light up.

“You do?”

“Yes, and you have to help me convince him to take parole.” Illinois doesn’t seem to care to hear that one of his partners is in prison, picking you up with a big smile on his face, and spinning you around.

Something pokes you in your back when he picks you up, so when he puts you down, you look and he’s holding a rock in his hand. Illinois notices, and brings it up so you can look at it better.

“Got it from the monkeys, it’s a little less impressive than your banana.” He shakes it, and as he does so, the rock emits a bright light, disintegrating and transforming into a big diamond.

The two of you eye it in shock, before moving the focus to your banana. Carefully opening it up, you find it’s made of pure gold. You both let your gaze flicker between the two items, before busting out into laughter.

“At least it looks like we will all be provided for.” You say with a grin, Illinois nodding as he wipes a laughing tear from his eyes.

As the two of you finally manage to stop laughing, you lock eyes. Slowly, very slowly, you reach up to cup Illinois cheek, stroking your thumb gently over his skin. Illinois leans into the motion and closes his eyes, and you can’t help but lean in and kiss him.

You let the kiss be brief, just a press of your lips against his, but you almost immediately lean in for another one, which he is quick to return.

You stay like that for a few minutes, before the weirdness of the situation hits you, and you have to break away from the kiss to laugh a little.

“What?” Illinois asks, straightening his hat from where it had become slightly askew.

“I just realised how bizarre my life is. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smile at Illinois, and he returns it with a beaming smile of his own.

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The first time you bring Illinois to visitation, Yancy is so happy, but almost burst into tears when the both of you put your hands against the plastic glass that separates the two of you from him in the little booth used for visitation. He presses his own hands against the glass, promising with a mix of laughter and crying in his voice that he promises to try for parole when it comes up.

That first meeting had ended way to soon for anyones liking, but after that, you and Illinois come every time visitation rolls around. (Yancy doesn’t let you call, since he wants to minimise the risk of anyone finding out you are an escapee, and Illinois doesn’t want any more benefits than you.)

Both of you also write him letters, ranging from talking about adventures you have had, what kind of food the other person likes, and what you want to do when he gets out.

Because he is getting out, no matter what. If he doesn’t make parole, you had threatened to break him out yourself. You did this during visitation once, causing Yancy and Illinois to laugh nervously, but you could tell they appreciated the sentiment.

You end up not needing to break him out, as a little over a year later, parole comes up, and Yancy is approved. When you read it in the letter he had sent to tell you the news, you had screamed of joy, running into the other room to let Illinois know.

Illinois had smiled the biggest smile you had ever seen, you’re convinced if it wasn’t for his ears it would have been even bigger.

So a little while later, you find yourself leaning on the hood a car outside the prison, all nervous energy and jitters. Illinois is right next to you, a warm and heavy hand on your hip a comforting weight.

The door to the building opens, and out steps Yancy. You can see he spots you, almost matching your nervous energy, but he tries to take it slow, and not full on run his way out.

As he steps out the prison gates for the first time in years, he casts one last look over his shoulder at the building.

As he turns back around, his arms are almost immediately filled with you, giving him the biggest and best hug you can. He draws in a sharp breath and hugs you back just as hard.

When he lets go of you, Illinois is standing right next to you, and he gently takes Yancy’s wrists in his hands, making the warm and familiar tingle travel up his arms.

Yancy moves his arms so he can do the same, smiling hard, trying to hold back happy tears. Illinois pulls him into a hug as well, even giving Yancy a little spin like he does with you.

Yancy laughs, and when Illinois puts him down again, Illinois plants a brief kiss on his lips. Yancy is stunned, so you step closer and lead his attention to you with a hand under his chin. Leaning in, you pause briefly, before letting your lips brush softly against his in a barely there kiss.

Yancy, seemingly snapped out of his stupor, kisses you back, only breaking the kiss so he can kiss Illinois as well. This time it’s Illinois who is surprised, but he is quick to kiss back as he regains his composure.

You have to tell them to slow down a bit, you’re still very not in the right place just yet, so they let you drag them over to the car. You give them both a quick kiss, settling in the drivers seat. They both get in the back, leaning against each other and holding hands on the whole way home as you smile at them trough the rearview mirror.

#yancy x reader #illinois x reader #illinois fic #illinois #yancy fic #yancy fanfiction #yancy #illinois fanfiction #ahwm yancy #ahwm illinois #reader insert #the reason i specified the touch thing is #cause you win over yancy in a fight #so that's skin against skin #technically #:P

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even-more-incorrect-ego-quotes · 3 years

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Random Personal Ego Head Canons Part 6 (Winter Edition Part 1)

~ The manor resides in California, but despite how it rarely ever snows there, there is always snow on the property during the winter season. Why, you may ask? Cause Dark knows the other egos love it so he uses his powers to make it cold enough there to have it. He, himself, however has very mixed feelings about the snow for reasons he tries not to remember...

~ Henrik loves the winter season. It gives him an excuse to stay inside where it’s warm (and where he can remain a constant workaholic). He’s pretty indifferent to the snow, but it’s still pleasant enough to look at through his lab’s window while he’s experimenting.

~ The Jims LOVE LOVE LOVE the snow more than any of the other egos. When it snows you are more likely to find them outside making snow angels or having a snowball fight than you are to see them inside the manor. And, if you aren’t watching them, they may just try to bring snow into their shared room so they don’t have to leave the fun.

~ As soon as it starts getting cold outside Marv is IMMEDIATELY crackin’ out a box of hot chocolate and making a batch for the whole Septic fam. Using his magic he’s able to easily make them individualized once he gets them into separate mugs. His, ofc, is mint flavored. Henrik’s has German chocolate. JJ’s has caramel syrup. Chase’s has a shot of bourbon. Robbie’s has extra marshmallows. Jackie’s is topped high with whipped cream. And Anti’s has a lotttttt of cinnamon & chili powder mixed in.

~ When Heehoo saw snow for the first time it was like seeing a dog experiencing it for the first time. He was apprehensive of it at first, not knowing what it was or what it would do to him. When he first touched it he was shocked by how cold it was and ran back inside. Later he got braver and just ran straight into it head first. He now loves it almost as much as the Jims do.

~ Chase has pretty bad seasonal depression during the winter. He wants to enjoy the season but it also reminds him of all the things he did with his kids during this time. He drinks more heavily during this time, which all the other Septics hate to see him do to himself. They all try their best to both give him space when he needs it but also help distract him by involving him into their winter festivities. If they can get him to smile genuinely, it’s a win in their book.

~ Since it’s colder, the Gongoozler’s lake does usually end up freezing over. He takes this as a sign of hibernation and typically just sleeps right on through winter. The only thing that might wake him up a bit is when the egos go ice skating. Something that most of the Ipliers enjoy, especially Wilford who always finds a way to get Dark to join him. Which, is always to his great distaste, cause Dark’s as uncoordinated in skates as Eric is on land, whereas Wilf can skate circles around him perfectly.

~ Whenever Jackie comes to visit the Ipliers he completely rules at snowball fights with the Jims. If the Jims didn’t already know he was a superhero, they’d have half a mind to think he’s a demon with how many snowballs he can throw at once. Which is usually 30 small ones, or 5 toddler sized ones. The Jims both fear him and respect him for it.

~ Yancy, Illinois, and Magnum are almost always at the manor during December and January so they can enjoy winter with the rest of the Ipliers. Since they always seem to be elsewhere either in prison, on an adventure, or out at sea, it’s a nice little rest for them that is still just as chaotic considering how much Christmas planning is going on.

~ Wilford already on his own is very accident prone, but during the winter season he is even moreso. He is the main Iplier to put up the decorations while Dark oversees it and despite Dark preventing 80% of the accidents that could occur, Wilford still manages to make the remaining 20% as hectic as ever. Dark swears if he wasn’t what he is that he’d have wrinkles from how much Wilford’s antics have aged him.

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madhare0512 · 3 years

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welcome back to rambling with MadHare. this time at 1 am.

on today's agenda: at the fair headcanons

I went to a fair (on the night this was written) and I had an okay time. now, I'm gonna talk about it with the Egos.

so, what the experience is really depends on who's at the fair, but it's a wonderful experience any way you look at it. since you'd likely get a package deal any way you go, I'll break it down by character.

The Ipliers:

Dark: mostly standing in line with his partner, he's not a fan of the attractions. his partner can, however, make Dark hold their things because Dark likes to provide for his partner. he also spends a lot of money on food and silly fair games.

Wilford: running around like a madman (which he is) because this is the kind of thing he's good at. he knows these games, knows how they're rigged, and can win them easily. he plays all the fair games and wins all the prizes. he brings tote/duffle bags for this purpose because goodness knows he's not carrying the stuffed animals or fish, but he's not gonna make his partner carry them either. scatterbrained man rarely carries cash with him, but when he does be always spends it on his partner. one of the few facts he remembers constantly is hydration, so he's always pressing water bottles into his partner's hand.

Dr. Iplier: twitchy and nervous, doesn't much like the rides but he'll go on them if his partner asks, he's a bit afraid of the attractions with water (especially the dunktank) but he deals with it because he loves his partner and wants them to feel happy

Google: much like Dark he mostly waits in lines and holds things, but he also keeps snacks and water with him at all times because keeping up your energy is important for maximum fair enjoyment, runs statistics on the most adrenaline causing rides and is always updating his analysis for the most fun his partner can have because he may not like rides, but if his partner does he's damn sure going to help them enjoy themself

The Host: stays with the car in large groups and doesn't go out in small groups, he hates the noise and movement, refuses to subject himself to abstract headaches and fear.

Yancy: rides all the rides, plays all the games, gets into at least six fist fights before his partner can pull him away

Illinois: loves fairs, mostly plays the games, but also loves the rides, his favorite is the ferris wheel

Bing: loves everything about the fair, the games, the rides, the food, he's always stuffing his face with the food, usually ends up with his head in a trash can three times before the night is over

(next part written around 11 pm:)

The Septiceyes:

Anti: rides all the rides, but especially the ones that go high or drop you suddenly, he lives for the adrenaline rush, he's the only one of his brothers not terrified of heights, so it's easy for him to just go for the rides

Jackie: rides a few rides, but mostly sticks to the ground because he hates heights, in spite of the fact that he's capable of flight; he's more comfortable in a ground setting (like the movies) and would much rather stay on the ground, but he'll go for a few rides with his partner

Marvin: refuses to ride any rides because fear makes his magic wonky and he doesn't want to deal with the stares of people as he's trying to get back to his human form after magically turning into a cat, he's also not overly fond of the food, but he'll share something with his partner if asked

Henrik: will ride exactly one ride before Acrophobia takes over and he keeps his feet on the ground, on a good day his partner can squeeze two rides out of him, but had better be prepared for a clingy and tactile doctor because that's the only way Henrik will survive the experience, he'll drink water, but won't eat anything from the stands at the fair, he had one bad experience and he's not interested in a repeat performance, wins all the games without even trying

Chase: will stick with his partner above everything as he's not a fan of crowds, squeezes his eyes shut on the rides that go high and refuses to open them again until the tide has stopped, his favorite ride is the one that cages you in and spine, but only on the bottom setting where it's closerp to the ground, he says the games are rigged but plays them anyway to see his partner smile

JJ: also loves the games because he knows exactly how they're rigged as he did at one point volunteer for a fair, also wins a bunch of prizes for his partner and will happily carry them around, doesn't eat the food much as too much of it makes him sick, but he reminds his partner to hydrate and keep their strength, will go on two rides and can be persuaded for a third, but anymore and he ends up having to leave the fair, the only exception is the ferris wheel because the pretty view distracts him from the heights

The Battle Brothers:

Phantom: doesn’t often have the chance, but when he does, he goes all out, rides, games, food, the whole she-bang, because he likes to please his partner, he mostly stays on the ground, but he’ll hold your personal effects and loves to hear all about the experience

Mare: loves the rides and the food, but not the games because the people running the games are always super annoying to him and he can’t handle it without getting into a fight, but he loves his partner so he stays in the vacinity while his partner plays the games and is happy to provide more money if needed

Mad: can win all the games and will face every ride, but refuses to eat the food, he never tells his partner what it is, but he won't touch the food at all, won't even look at it; when asked, he says it's personal but if you ask someone else then they'll tell you it stems from something in his past, otherwise he loves the fair

Blank: likes the fair, but doesn't like to go to the fair, he has an aversion to crowded places because he can come off as stand off-ish and he hates hearing people talk about him like he isn't capable of emotion, will ride rides and provide funds for games, ever tells his partner exactly how to win the rigged ones, he's probably the safest bet for the fair because he's so chill about it lmao

thank you! @codebreaker-alex-manes

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nevernotwriting · 3 years

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You, Me, and Yancy | Chapter 5: The Wrench in the Works

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You slept surprisingly well that night, despite the heightened anxiety from your situation and what almost happened between you and Mark the night before. He kept giving you warm glances over breakfast, making you smile into your soggy cereal. Despite your current predicament, your head was on cloud nine knowing that he was still very eager to take you on that date once this mess was over.

Once breakfast was eaten and the inmates were allowed to roam, you and Mark got to work on your plan. You’d agreed that rallying the prisoners to your cause was your best way of getting out of here; there were more prisoners than guards, and with the size of some of the prisoners, the lot of you could easily overpower them.

You and Mark decided to work together to tackle the biggest, burliest prisoner first. You hadn’t caught his name yet, but he stood well over six-feet tall, sporting a large beard and a spider web tattooed onto his bald head. You gulped as Mark turned to you with a reassuring nod before poking him harshly in the bicep.

“Hey! You! I wanna talk about respect. It’s somethin’ that we’ve been really missin’ here lately.”

You watched from the side lines, ready to step in when you were needed. You suspected it wouldn’t be long; the man’s intense look of contempt was only getting worse as Mark poked him in the chest to emphasise his words.

“Now I need you to respect me, and help me and my friend break out-”

Wham.

The man’s fist collided with Mark’s stomach, and Mark was sent crashing through the wall behind him. Bricks and dust flew everywhere, clouding your vision and making you splutter. By the time the dust cleared, the wall was rapidly being filled in again, and Mark was nowhere to be seen.

Your heart started beating rapidly, stomach lurching.

Was Mark... dead?

Your head started spinning, making you feel faint. What the hell were you going to do now? Your plan had backfired and now you were on your own.

You barely had time to collect your scattered thoughts before a husky voice came from behind you.

“Break out… of this place? Why would anyone… wanna break out?”

You turned around, greeted by a man with coiffed black hair and an array of tattoos. He was sat on a table as if he owned it, looking at you with one eyebrow cocked and a devilish smile.

You weren’t entirely sure if what occurred next really happened; the man started singing to you, surrounded by his fellow prisoners. He took you by the hand as he sang, introducing you to his “gang” with the biggest smile on his face. There was dancing, even more singing – something about not wanting to be free? – and then it was all over. The lights stopped. The dancing stopped. You were surrounded by criminals once more, and now they were closing in on you. You weren’t sure whether to be impressed or intimidated by how quickly they could change their demeanour.

“So, tell me,” the man spoke again, a dangerous look in his eyes as he approached you. “Do ya still wanna be free?”

You gulped, thinking yet again about Mark being launched through that wall. He had to be okay, right? You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if he was dead. You needed to be sure. More so than that, you had friends and family out there. You couldn’t just leave them all behind for a life behind bars, as tempting as the song made it sound.

Family, of course! You reached into your back pocket, handing the photo of your parents to the man.

“What’s this?”

He turned the paper around, almost looking disappointed as he glanced over it. “Oh. So yous the type o’ person with one o’ those… family types waitin’ for ya on the outside, huh?”

You nodded. To your intrigue, and utter bewilderment, his expression took a sombre turn, as if he was reminded of a thousand past hurts all at once.

“I too was once also one of those familial types. Before the incident… ces.”

He tossed your picture behind him with an even more pained look. “But forget it! It’s best if yous just forget about those family bonds of youses, they ain’t worth it! They always just gonna leave you behind, so best to just stick with what’s youses! The past ain’t the kinda thing to be trifled with.”

The sincerity of his monologue didn’t sound like the words of a murderer, despite what he had claimed in the song. You wanted to question him, but he shook himself out of his sadness with an exasperated sigh.

“So what’s it gonna be, huh? You gonna stick with us, or you gonna go out on your own?”

You looked behind him, noting that you still had an audience for this stand-off. Despite the anxiety growing inside you from this tense situation, you knew you had to stick to your guns.

You shook your head at the man. “Look, thanks but no thanks. I gotta get out of here.”

The man narrowed his eyes at you, his expression rapidly deteriorating into one of judgement.

“Oh. So it’s like that, huh? Maybe I misjudged you. Maybe I was distracted by that lovely face of youses. What, are we not good enough for you?!”

He gestured to the gang around him, who were laughing and cracking their knuckles as they backed away into a wide circle. You should’ve felt more terrified, having only ever landed practice punches on your colleagues during CQC training, but your mind was preoccupied by the man’s words. Did he just… compliment you? In the middle of a stand-off?

You managed to narrowly miss getting punched square in the face. You reigned in your wandering mind, adrenaline starting to course through you as the man’s gang cheered him on. You raised your fists and focused on him, lightly bouncing on the spot. Your breathing picked up as you dodged around wildly, avoiding collisions with tables and chairs and fists alike. You didn’t want to descend into violence, but the yells of encouragement encircling your makeshift arena didn’t give you much of a choice, it seemed. Eventually, you managed to land a few punches on your opponent, boosting your confidence as his attacks slowed down more and more.

For an apparent leader of a prison gang, this guy was surprisingly easy to beat. After a dozen landed punches on his face and abdomen, he fell to the floor. His gang surrounded him immediately.

“Yancy?!” Some of them gasped. So that was his name.

Yancy slurred a response. His gang looked up at you with murderous glares. They slowly started to crowd around you.

Your eyes widened in panic. Winning one fight was something, but you’d stand no chance against all these folks.

“Wait!”

Your panic was cut short. Everyone stopped and turned back around, seeing Yancy haul himself onto his feet with a tired expression. There was a circular bruise around his eye and a cut on his lip. Some deep part of you almost felt sorry for him as he trudged towards you with a sigh and apologetic eyes.

“Maybe I was wrong about yous. Maybe I was… wrong about a lotta things.”

He patted his gang members on their shoulders as he went, eventually standing in front of you.

“Look, it’s too late for me. It’s too late for us. But I can tell that yous got somethin’ worth fightin’ for out there!” Yancy continued, his voice surprisingly soft. You smiled a little in relief.

“So what’d’ya say? Let us let bygones be bygones, and let me help yous be gone from this place?”

He held out his hand for you to shake. He looked kind, and just slightly nervous.

You sighed, still recovering from the whiplash of how quickly this situation had de-escalated. You couldn’t deny it; you needed the help, and Yancy clearly knew this place better than you did.

You took his hand with a firm shake.

“Yancy, right?” You asked him.

His smile grew wider, seemingly flattered that you’d picked up on that small detail. “Yeah. And what should I call yous?”

“Call me Zero.”

Yancy hummed with an approving nod. “Zero. Got a nice ring to it. All right, let’s get to work!”

Suddenly, the lights turned a flashing red and sirens blared around the room, making you, Yancy, and his gang jump out of your skin. The Warden strode in with a furious look on his face.

“What the hell is goin’ on around here?! Somebody turn off that infernal racket!”

The alarms whirred into nothing, the lights returning to their normal, neutral colour. Yancy hunched his shoulders and curled his hands towards his chest as the Warden stalked towards him.

“Now a fight hasn’t broken out here at Happy Trails Penitentiary in fifteen years! And now,” he loomed over Yancy with a threatening aura, “I hear you started one.”

Yancy stammered through a desperate explanation. “No, Warden, I wasn’t startin’ no fights, I was just talkin’ with my new friend here!”

Yancy glanced at you with petrified eyes. Your heart was hammering in your chest.

“I’ve heard enough!” The Warden roared.

“B-b-but Warden-” Yancy stumbled on, but the Warden cut him short.

“No buts!”

Yancy’s lip trembled. You watched on in terror, frozen to your spot and unable to look away. Dread filled every fibre of your being.

“I can’t have my prisoners runnin’ around causin’ a ruckus now, can I?” The Warden asked, clapping both hands harshly onto Yancy’s shoulders. Yancy shook his head vigorously, obviously eager to escape his firm hold.

Something snapped inside of you as the Warden clamped his hands down on Yancy like that. Before you could stop yourself, you stepped forward, words shooting out of your mouth.

“It wasn’t his fault, Warden. It… it was mine.”

Yancy snapped his head towards you. His eyes lit up in gratitude, but this was quickly replaced with a look of horror as the Warden trained his murderous glare on you. You took a deep breath and stood tall, ignoring your pounding heart.

“It’s not his fault, I provoked him. He doesn’t deserve to be punished… I do.”

Silence filled the air for a few seconds. The Warden grumbled underneath his breath.

“New or not, we will not be having fights in this establishment! You hear me?!”

You nodded back silently. You clenched your fists at your side to stop your hands from trembling.

“Now, I’ll let you off with a warnin’ cause you’re only a rookie. But if I hear one single peep outta you, outta any of you, I will throw your tuchus straight into solitary! Have I made myself clear?”

You gulped, squeaking out a meagre “mhmm.” The Warden turned to Yancy and the gang, gaining an array of agreements and nods before he strode out. The same guard that escorted you into the yard yesterday shot you a threatening look, heading out the same way as the Warden.

Once the Warden was gone, everyone let out a collectively held breath. Yancy turned to you, planting a grateful hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, thanks for takin’ the heat for me,” he sighed. “Guess I really owe you one now, huh?”

You laughed a little. “You can help me by getting me the hell out of here. Deal?”

“Deal,” he replied. “But it’s gonna take me an’ the boys and girls a bitta time to come up with a plan. Think you can sit tight for a little longer?”

He winked at you, making your heart jump unexpectedly. You nodded.

Mark, if you’re out there, I’m coming for you.

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#a heist with markiplier #ahwm #heist mark #heist mark x reader #heist! mark x reader #yancy x reader #ahwm yancy x reader #ahwm yancy #my writing #nevernotwriting

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rattyships · 4 years

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A prison life for me

Alternate title - Inspiration is stored in the Yancy. Wanted to whip up a ficlet to get some ideas out my head. This is about readers first day in the prison where Yancy slowly falls in love. Also wanted to give some personality to the other inmates (they all like teasing him but they do it out of love).

relationship: Yancy x reader 1526 words

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“They got you pretty good huh Yance!”

“Ah shut up Bam Bam” Spat Yancy at his cellmate. He was right though. Yancy pawed at the plasters on his face and winced at the stinging of the oncoming bruises. He doesn’t understand how y/n was able to beat him up so easily. They were a small little thing but were able to land some really good hits on him, and he’s a seasoned brawler. “Must’ve gotten lucky”.

“Don’t kid yourself dude, you got roughed up.” Bam Bam approached his buff friend and gave him a bro-like slap on the back, “Don’t work yourself up over this loss pal. Besides, they said they wanted to join us! That’s a catch, right?”

Yancy thought back to the moment. The way your face lit up as you shook his hand in solidarity, sporting a huge grin despite having some injuries from your fight. It made him feel… odd and fuzzy in a weird way. The way you smiled, it made him wanna protect it. Make sure you kept smiling. You were so… cute… and it made him pout like a toddler. “Eahh whatevers.” He announced, brushing the thought away. “Let’s get grub before lunchtime is up”

You were sat on a small round table in the echo-y cafeteria, finding yourself nearly overwhelmed with how many people decided to sit with you. You weren’t complaining though, you’d quickly learnt so much about the family’s life in this prison.

“I’ve never seen Yancy change his mind about deciding to help someone so quickly” chuckled tiny. Her voice was low and smooth, but not aggressive, almost like the tone of an older sister. “Do you think he likes ‘em?”

Sparkles McGee let out a cackle, which made you jump considering he was sitting directly to your right hand side. “Maybe!” He turned to you, “He’s been practicing that musical number for a while just so you know. He’s probably overjoyed that someone was so enamoured by it” he said in his nasally voice.

You giggled, thinking back to how star-struck you must’ve looked when Yancy was performing for you. “You gotta admit that one doesn’t expect a serenade when they first get to prison”.

Sparkles responded, “yeah but that’s why we love 'im! He’s a big old musical-loving softie behind his tough act.” He leaned in, getting way too close to your face, “What do you think of him y/n? Because I think he’s quite fond of you~”

You blushed at the thought, “a-ah cmon guys! I mean…” You thought back to your introduction. You hadn’t been expecting to see anyone like him here at all, but you were kind of grateful considering you had lost Mark here pretty quickly. The way Yancy lead you round the building during his performance was pretty magical. Plus, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome as hell. “He’s really sweet. I see why you’re so fond of him”. Your response made some of the others wiggle their eyebrows at each other. What was this, the goddamn school ground?

“Speak of the devil.” Boomed the voice of Jimmy the pickle. This caused everyone to turn their head to the entrance, as Yancy and Bam Bam made their way into the Cafeteria.

“Hey there y'all!” Said Bam, pulling up another small round table and two chairs for him and Yancy, because there was really no other room. “How goes?”

Yancy paused before he sat down, looking round at his family all smiling next to y/n. This reeks of potential embarrassment. “Youse wasn’t gossiping about me now was youse?” He asked with a gentle smirk.

“What do YOU think, Yancy-Pants?” Teased tiny, flashing him a smile laced with evil. She lifted her legs so she was sitting cross legged on the small wooden prison chair. “We just learning more about y/n. We think you made a good decision about letting them hang with us.”

Yancy turned to you with a satisfied smile on his face, “I’m glad youse think so! Youse guys know I trust youses judgement more than anyone else”. He plopped down in his chair as the other members of the family started talking amongst themselves, creating a bit of white noise for you to talk through. “What about youse y/n? Hope you don’t feel too overwhelmed here”.

You gave him a soft smile that seemed to wipe the visible worry in his face. “Don’t worry about it Yancy, I’m having a great time”. You studied his features again now that he’s sitting close to you. He has a strong jaw with a neat amount of stubble, and his hair has this wet slicked back quality to it. He was so pretty it was unfair. You also noticed the cuts and plasters. “I hope you’re doing okay - didn’t mean to rough you up that badly”.

Yancys pout from earlier came back, “Youse didn’t! This is a par for the course when youse is in prison! I bet I’m still stronger than youse”.

Tiny overheard that last part, and scoffed. “Yeah? Then prove it baby face”. She leant over and whispered something to you, and you smiled at her suggestion. You plopped your arm up on the table as if offering an arm wrestle, and the others let out a big cheer. Yancy chuckled, “Youse serious?”. There was no way he was losing this. “Youse sure about this sweetcheeks?”. You felt yourself falter at the nickname, but gave him a firm nod. You knew you were unlikely to win considering Yancys arm strength. You were only able to win your earlier fight because of your quick reaction times and dodges, you didn’t have much brute strength. But now you knew the family were on your side and were trying to cheer Yancy up, so God be damned if you weren’t gonna give it your best shot. Besides, you think you have a trick up your sleeve that will help…

Yancy placed his own arm on the table, spurred by the cheers of everyone around. A jolt of electricity went through you as he gripped your hand tightly - his hand was so much bigger than yours. Returned the gesture and squeezed his hand back. Did his gaze just falter slightly? Your analysis was interrupted by Sparkles McGee leaping up from his seat. “On ya marks! Get set! GO!!” and with that the family erupted with cheer as you felt strong pressure quickly flood through your arm. You pushed back as hard as you could, but Yancy didn’t falter. Your opposite hand grasped the edge of the table to keep you as steady as you could. You began to grit your teeth the more you pushed, and you heard a grunt leave Yancy. The cheers were still going, often intermingled with encouragements like 'get em y/n!’, 'Push harder!!’. You were really starting to feel it, and your arm was ever so slightly tilting in Yancys favour, and you could tell he wasn’t holding much back. You were gonna have to play dirty if you had any chance of winning.

“H-Hey Yance!” You managed to wheeze out, and his reddening face met yours. In a big brain moment, you decided to wink and blow him a small cheeky kiss. His eyes immediately widened. He tried to form some words but he could only feel his lips wobbling pathetically (”AH BUh b-bghu wha-!”) as heat rose to his cheeks- that had completely thrown him off! This was your chance! You used his shock to your advantage and pushed him arm all the way down with a THUD. The family erupted in a roar of cheers and Yancy immediately pushed his head down on the table to hide his embarrassment - with both the loss and his mind trying to process what just happened.

Bam Bam grabbed your arm and lifted it in triumph, the others still cheering and laughing - “Nicely done y/n!” You were laughing along with them - you can’t believe that actually worked. You feel kind of bad now! Yancy slowly lifted his head up to be met with your triumphant grin once again. ‘Curse this angel’ he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to utter an accusation but the whole scene was halted when the warden came in. He started bashing his baton against the metal bars by the nearby window creating an ear-piercingly loud crash and shouted, “QUIET DOWN YOU LOT! This is too much ruckus and you need to break it up or else! Besides, lunch time is over and you need to make it back to your cells A.S.A.P!”

The giggles of the family started to quiet down, and people started getting up off their chairs and making their way out the cafeteria. You outstretched your hand towards Yancy and he reluctantly took it as he pulled him up. You gave him one last grin and mouthed a little ‘sorry about that!’. He shook his head disapprovingly, but couldn’t help smiling back at you. This wasn’t over, and he’s gonna change his act now that he knows you play dirty (if his heart could take any more teasing, that is).

#HOPE YALL LIKE THIS ONE #this was so much fun I love the idea of yn being just a feral leetol baby #a heist with markiplier #Yancy #yancy x reader #reader insert #bam bam #tiny #sparkles McGee

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yancy... working out... sweaty..

He’s in the yard, it’s a hot day, your by the sidelines, in a table that’s catching some shade as you watch the other prisoners play basketball or exercise. Yancy seems to be working up some sort of a sweat, trying on more weights and beginning to press it. You watch him, amazed by how much he can lift but you aren’t close enough to really see anything, you can only tell that it’s Yancy and that the weights are heavy. After a bit you see him pulling his shirt up to dab at his forehead. His stomach is glistening. You raise an eyebrow, feeling a little butterfly in your chest as you get up and move a little closer... for... better view of... the weights. Yancy does a few more reps and you can see him much more clearly. God that’s alot and he really seems to be straining. Veins in his arms popping out, he even surprises you with a yell as he pushes the weights up and drops them back down. Some guys yelled when they worked out yeah but it still caught you off guard. Guess something about vocalizing or breathing you weren’t really sure but it always made you think they were getting stabbed if you weren’t looking directly at them. This was a jail after all. Yancy sat up at the bench. Laughing and wheezing at the rep he did. “You see that? I’m a freaking BEAST and i’m only getting stronger by the day” He gave a little flex before huffing and leaning over. A few of the guys spotting him rolled their eyes, but congratulated him. It seemed that the whole benching was a game to them and Yancy was winning. Least till Jimmy the Pickle came and showed everyone up. The prisoner stood up a bit shakily and peeled his wet shirt from himself. God he was totally soaked but in the heat who wouldn’t be. He looked... gorgeous though. For being in prison for who knows how long Yancy was toned. He was bulky, ripped, a few tattoos here and there and a few marks from fights but it always caught you off guard when he took his shirt off. Always made you blush when you saw him in the locker rooms changing or taking a shower. None of the other prisoners made you get goosebumps that bad, none of them made you feel so weak. Your eyes trialed his body as he tucked his shirt into his pants, his cigs still giving some weight to the discarded top. He finally turned around and saw you, smirking and waltzing up. “Youse see how much I benched. I don’t know if Jimmy could even beat that haha, Maybe i’ll be top dog round here now adays.” He kissed his arms and flexed more chuckling and trying to show off. He was being playful and you knew it but damn if it didn’t feel anything but that. You just had your eyes locked on him, seeing every curve every muscle, and focusing. It wasn’t until he gently bopped the top of your head with his fist did you snap out of it. “Hey youse in some sorta dream land again? Hello? Youse ignoring me?” “No I was... paying attention uh... sorry heat must be... getting to me” You muttered, wiping your forehead. “Well that’s cause ya gotta hydrate. Don’t go passing out on me now ok? Youse gotta drink up” Yancy went back to the bench and picked up a water bottle he had sipped out of and took a swing out of it, dumping a little on his body before handing it to you. “Here have the rest. I promised I don’t backwash, it’s good’ You were too focused on his now even more glistening body to pay attention until he literally pushed the bottle against your face “Hey uh... maybe you should... hurry up and drink this I think i’m losin you”

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thesealishere · 4 years

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A Speed Date With Markiplier (Egos)! Yancy x Reader (3/12)

“So uh, who am I going out with next?” [Y/N] asked while rubbing their arm and looking around the room.

“Well That should be obvious! It’s the third Sunday of the month after all!” Seal cheered, clapping their hands excitedly. “It’s time for our favorite prisoner! Don’t worry, your time won’t start till he enters the room.”

“What roo-?” Before they could finish the question Seal snapped her fingers and they found themselves alone in a small room with a table, some chairs, a tv and... Was that a bed in the corner? What?

Their thoughts were interrupted as the door to the room opened and Yancy was nudged in by an oddly familiar female guard.

“Remember, only twenty minutes. Have fun.” She said before closing the door.

“What is yous doin here!?” Yancy looked [Y/N] up and down before running over to them and pulling them into a tight hug.

“I promised to visit didn’t I?” They laughed, returning the hug which probably lasted just a tad longer than it should have.

“It was pretty smart of yous to sign up for this kinda visit, that way we can hug and stuff!” He said, as he pulled away but they seemed confused.

“What... Kind of visit is this again?” They asked and he laughed, like they didn’t know.

“Ya know, the conjugal visit. Not that wes have to do anything like that.” He added the last part quickly. “Wes got 20 minutes we could watch some of a show, I could show yous this new song I’m working on...” he continued to list the number of things they could do before [Y/N] stopped him.

“20 minutes? In the song Sparkles said 14, did they change the rule?” They asked and Yancy rubbed the back of neck and looked away, though he was happy to know they knew his song that well.

“Well, no. It’s just 20 didn’t sound that great in the song so I put it as 14 to go with the tempo of what I’s had.” He admitted and they laughed.

“Right, So it’s all about the tempo.” They said with a small nod before taking his hand and leading him to sit at the table.

“Yeah! See yous get it!” He laughed with them as they sat down. “So, what do yous wanna do? I uh, thought about all the things we could talk about when yous visited but... I can’t seem to remember any of thoses.” He couldn’t get himself to look at them, embarrassed at admitting that.

“Why don’t we start, with what you’ve been up to since you helped me escape?” [Y/N] asked, reaching over and placing a hand on top of his, he turned his hand over and held on loosely.

“Well, the other day Bam Bam and Tiny got into a fight with these others guys-“ he began telling them all he could think about that had happened while they were gone. [Y/N] listened closely, their hands never leaving each other and then it became [Y/N]’s turn to tell him what they had been up to, leaving out the dates.

“Sounds like yous been busy.” He laughed and they shrugged.

“Not any busier than usual. But um, earlier you mentioned something about a new song?” They decided to change the subject, watching a special light come to his eye as he quickly stood so he could also show them the dance moves that would go to it.

“What do yous think?” He asked with a bright smile at the end as they clapped.

“That was great! You should make a whole show some day.” They said as he moved to sit near them again.

“Yous think so?” He laughed excitedly. “That means a lot coming from yous. Also, while yous is here I...” he looked down his smile dropping as he became nervous. “Paroles gonna be coming up here in a bit and well... I’ve been real good recently, staying outta fights and the like. Maybe, next time I see yous it’ll be on the outside?” He offered.

“My home will always be open to you Yancy.” They told him, weather he was the one they chose to go on a second date with or not, if he got out they’d show up for him.

“Thanks, I knew I could count on yous.” He said, [Y/N] looked up to the clock and saw they only had one minute left.

“Before we have to go.” [Y/N] stood up and opened their arms, silently asking for a hug. With a smile he stood up and gave them the hug with no hesitation, they didn’t want to let go as there was a knock at the door before it opened to reveal that oh so familiar guard.

“Times up Yancy, gotta go back now.” She said and he sighed before letting [Y/N] go.

“I’ll see that handsome and or beautiful face of yous later.” He said with half smile before following the guard out. Seal winked over to [Y/N] and snapped her fingers sending them back to the plain room.

“Did you have fun? Ugh I felt horrible taking you from that one, but then again prison has rules that even I gotta follow.” Seal shrugged with a sigh. “Don’t worry, if he makes parole you can still go get him, that’ll just be for a later date if he doesn’t win the favorite. I won’t make you leave him waiting.” She laughed and [Y/N] let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

“Thanks. I feel better knowing that.”

“Thought you would. Now, shall we continue on to the next one?”

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Our prison boy! I added the part that the reader can still go get him even if he doesn’t win the poll thingy (I guess that’s what it is, most notes wins) cause I didn’t want people to feel like if he didn’t get the vote that he’d be left alone if he got parole! Yancy deserves the world and honestly I was gonna write a thing like that eventually anyway. So fear not dear readers! I don’t want y’all feeling guilty for not trying to pick him. As always I will accept any and all feedback and I hope you enjoyed reading this! ~Seal~ (tomorrow I’m gonna have to go back to posting late cause I go back to work)

#speed date series #xreader #yancy x reader #iplieregosxreader #yancy doesnt get to be meta though #meta is only allowed when it makes sense

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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The Lost Ones Ch. 4

Chapter 4: I am a Lost Boy, from Neverland

Summary: Many things in a large city fall by the wayside, one of the things, unfortunately, are that many children are forgotten and lost.

A/N: Title for this and the concept for this entire story were when I was listening to Lost Boy by Ruth B. it’s a really good song.

Warning: Yancy is kidnapped in this fic, something I’ve been alluding to in a couple of fics. Nothing else happens to him but it does touch on the fact that worse could have happened to him.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

~::~ 14 Years Ago ~::~

-::- Arthur Isaacs -::-

Arthur had hazy memories of his birth parents. He didn’t know much but he did know that they gave him up because they couldn’t handle him.

But in the world of temporary homes he’d learned that if you wanted attention, the fastest way to get it was to be louder than anything else.

It usually got him into trouble and caused fights, but they weren’t ignoring him. He was there to them.

One of the caretakers was trying to fix his collar, it was dirt and bloodstained from a fight with another kid.

“Arthur, can you put the book down for five seconds?” She demanded harshly, then tried to push the little pocket spiral notebook out of his hands.

“NO!” Arthur screamed and twisted away.

“Listen to me,” she told him sharply. “You have someone who’s talking about adopting you. This isn’t a foster home.”

Arthur didn’t believe her, no one wanted him, she was just trying to take his notebook!

“I got this,” a deeper, southern drawl spoke up. “Howdy kiddo.”

Arthur looked up at a man in a bushy mustache, his normally messy brown hair combed back but there was still an indent that showed he usually wore a hat.

“Howdy, what’cha got there?” The man knelt down a little, smiling.

The boy glared at him before kicking the man in the shins, making him scream in anger and pain as he pulled away from him.

“Arghhhh! Yah son-of-a—!” The man screamed and Arthur smiled back.

“That’s quite enough, Edgar,” a sharper baritone sliced through the air.

The man glared at someone down the hall and Arthur froze when he saw a man standing in the doorway of the office. Arthur had heard whispers of the older kids who snuck out at night and talked about finding “The Demon”. A monster who they said dragged kids under their bed and ate them as they slept.

Arthur clutched his notebook to his chest. One of the caretakers was hovering close to his side, as if she was going to pull him away.

“Hello Mr. Isaacs,” Dark greeted, walking towards him.

Arthur stepped forward and moved to stomp on the man’s foot; confident that regardless of what happened, he’d get a pretty cool story out of it.

Dark was faster and Arthur’s foot met an impenetrable barrier that looked like it should be made of smoke.

The Entity just stared at Arthur, all the adults braced to see the seven-year-old sent flying back down the hallway for his bravado. But Dark just chuckled, clearly more amused with the boy than offended.

“Are you the Devil?” Arthur asked, not breaking eye contact.

Dark laughed, absolutely tickled by Arthur’s attitude. He bent his knees and brought himself down to Arthur’s level, “What if I said I was?”

“Prove it,” Arthur dared. “Where do you take the kids you eat?”

“I don’t eat children,” Dark told him.

“If you want my notebook, you can’t have it,” Arthur spat, twisting a bit and shielding his notebook with his body.

“You like to write?” Dark asked, smiling.

“I’m gonna be the best writer ever,” Arthur proclaimed.

Dark’s smile didn’t fade, “I’m sure you will be.”

After that Dark would walk into the office with the director. Arthur would be sent back to the other kids. He would tell the older kids he’d seen the Devil and spoken with him.

They, of course, didn’t believe him. Arthur was infamous for making up stories. He was hit by a particularly tall thirteen-year-old.

But when Arthur disappeared one morning and never returned. One of the other kids would say they saw him with a person who made the room ring and lose its color . . . well . . . they were inclined to believe that he had been right.

-::- Illinois Jones -::-

Illinois has been through a couple foster homes in his short seven year life so he knew what it meant to be brought into this room. It was the outer lobby where potential parents and foster parents got to meet the kids they were hoping to take care of. Sometimes some of the older teenagers would come and go from the room because it was a quiet place to sit and relax.

The first time he’d been in the room he had snuck in. Right now, after his last . . . he didn’t like to think about going to another place.

But he was led into the room that, unlike any other time Illinois had been inside of it, it was empty except for a man sitting at a table. He was playing chess with himself.

“Hello,” he greeted when Illinois was brought to stand next to him.

“Hello,” Illinois responded back. “Were you playing with someone?”

He smiled, resetting the board and gesturing for Illinois to sit down. “In a way. Do you like chess?”

Shrugging, Illinois looked at the man, “I played once with one of the older kids. I lost.”

“Tends to happen,” Dark chuckled, waved his hands over the board and it became a deck of cards. “I remember losing my first couple of games. Do you play cards?”

“Yeah?” Illinois answered. As he began shuffling, Illinois added, “I’m Illinois.”

He smiled, “My name is Dark.”

Really? Illinois thought, but what the boy said was, “I’ve never heard that name before.”

There was a slight, silent chuckle that passed through Dark, “Have you ever played spoons before?”

Illinois nodded.

“This is a little variant we play at my house,” Dark told him, pulling out the card on the top and tapping the little letters, “four matching numbers. Only we draw from the deck instead of passing it to each other.”

He drew three more cards, he now had: a three of clubs, a queen of spades, a four of hearts, and a seven of hearts. Then he tossed the queen into the center next to the deck. “Do you understand?”

With a nod, they started. The two played in almost complete silence.

Dark won.

They started another game, and halfway in Dark spoke up, “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re quite the escape artist.”

Illinois felt . . . the closest he could call it was scared.

“I don’t like being stuck,” Illinois evaded.

“I suppose I can relate to that,” Dark told him. Then he won again, and Illinois felt frustrated. It didn’t seem fair.

But he let Dark start another round.

“You’re good at this game,” Illinois told Dark.

The Entity smiled, “I’ve actually grown quite rusty. My . . . boyfriend and his son love playing spoons, and he has been teaching him how to cheat. So the game is less who’s faster, but who doesn’t get caught.”

Then he placed down a group of four sevens, “I win again.”

Illinois glared at him, “Hey, you cheated.”

Dark had a huge, cat-like grin on his face as he took the cards and shuffled again, “Now why would I do that?”

“How am I gonna win if you’re cheating?” Illinois complained in frustration.

“Now Illinois,” Dark’s tone was marginally firmer than before. “I’m going to ask you a simple question. I have time for one more game, or we can talk a bit. What would you like to do?”

He tapped the top of the deck twice and Illinois frowned.

“We can play another game,” Illinois pouted.

“We don’t have to,” Dark insisted.

Illinois insisted and Dark shuffled them in again and in the first round, Illinois had two fours. The game proceeded two more rounds and Illinois was feeling hopeful. Then Dark tossed the last four Illinois needed into the discard pile. Dark didn’t break eye contact with him, clearly expecting something from him. Illinois knew Dark was going to cheat again, that he was going to take the win from him.

It wasn’t fair, if he could just get into the discard pile then he’d win.

There was some clattering off in the distance and Dark turned his entire body to look down the hall. Illinois darted, grabbing the last four. But in his rush he’d forgotten to get rid of the ten he still had before Dark turned back around. He quickly chucked the card into the discard pile.

“I won!” Illinois smiled, putting his cards down and throwing his hands up in the air.

Dark just smiled, as if he was amused by him, chin resting on his palm. “I guess you did.”

He collected the cards and then grabbed the deck and fanned the cards out to show Illinois that deck was half-full of nothing but fours. Then he brought them back together and tapped them on the table, making them all disappear.

“Illinois, I am going to have to go, but I will see you again,” Dark promised.

“When?” Illinois felt a weight settling in his chest.

“If all goes well? Tomorrow, if not the day after.” Dark stood up but when he held out his hand again the deck of cards was back in his hands. “Do practice, you’re going to need it, and I want someone other than Wil winning all the time.”

“Thank you,” Illinois took the cards and held them to his chest.

Dark left and Illinois took the cards into his room, sneakily making sure to stay up late to practice and when he was ushered into a car by one of the caretakers he was yawning and almost falling asleep on his feet.

-::- Kaylor Kingston -::-

“I don’t wanna go,” Kay sobbed in panic, holding onto the table leg.

One of the caretakers was sadly looking down at the little five year old. Yesterday a man in a dark suit had come to talk to him and in the moment he’d been put at ease a bit, but now that he was being taken out of the facility, Kay was having a minor panic attack.

“Kaylor, it’s not another foster home, you even liked him when he came over,” she tried to calm him down.

It took a bit of time before Kay could be convinced to follow them down and into a waiting car. It was a black one, and when the door was open Kay could see another boy sitting inside, curled and sleeping against the door.

At first Kay was fine as he was basically belted into his car seat, but soon as the doors closed he was struck by blind fear again. “No! No! No!”

Kaylor was crying and lightly hitting his forehead on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

The other kid in the car was sleeping with a deck of cards tightly clutched in his hands. At Kay’s tears and the screaming, he woke up drowsily. “Hmmm?”

“Hello,” he mumbled before leaning over. Kay fearfully cried because he didn’t want to be alone but he couldn’t get out of his seat.

He introduced himself as Illinois and then eventually fell asleep again and it was a bit of a drive before the car stopped.

The car door on Kay’s side opened and there was the grey man in the suit again.

Their driver got out of the car to help him get Illinois out.

“I trust the drive was uneventful?” Dark asked and Kay watched Dark’s smoky dark grey aura take him out of his seat but didn’t pull him out of the car. Illinois slowly walked over to Dark, looking like he was going to fall asleep while still standing.

“Yes, Sir, smooth driving,” the driver answered.

“Hello Kaylor, I’m here to take you home,” Dark told him. “First we’re going to get something to eat.”

Kay eyes him suspiciously and Dark produced from the Void a little rabbit plushie, “Timid little one, aren’t you? You’re definitely a smart one.”

The small boy took the rabbit but it took another moment of gentle coaxing before he got out.

“There we go,” Dark smiled, using his aura to carefully scoop both boys up and whisk them toward his favorite restaurant.

-::- Yan Ayano -::-

Yan followed after the man in a cowboy hat. He looked scared. She’d never seen an adult look scared before.

“Where are we going?” Yan asked him.

Ed, for his part, was trying desperately not to panic in front of a five-year-old. Dark had a relatively specific order when he’d contracted Ed to bring him kids. They had to look like the one he already had.

How Dark wound up with a five-year-old, he had no idea. Probably Wil if the man was to put money on it. Wil had probably got sloppy drunk and the poor girl had been found out by Dark.

Really Dark made his job so much harder by being vague. About five, Asian-descent, and male were the only things Ed could think Dark wanted.

The problem: Yan ticked only two of those boxes. But it was showtime. He was already short a kid, and being short two kids would look even worse. Ed honestly blamed it on the little girl’s short hair.

In his scramble to get the kids, he’d overlooked her gender and Dark was—

Dark stepped through the portal into the warehouse that Illinois and Kay would eventually be brought to in about an hour.

The girl looked at Dark and hid behind Ed with a gasp.

Dark looked at Yan and Ed braced for a sharp dismissal. “Number four, I’ve got five in the next room.”

Ed held out her file, “Yan Ayano, from Pembroke Holy Orphanage.”

Dark took the small file, quickly flipping through it. He let out an amused chuckle, then looked back at Yan.

Then Dark bent his knees a little to get closer to Yan’s level and he change almost at the blink of an eye. Dark shifting to look like her red soul.

Ed had seen Dark’s “other half” one other time so far. Back when he worked for his father before the man was forced to retire. He knew that his father feared Dark when she was like this. That Dark was more dangerous in this form.

“Hello,” Dark smiled at Yan.

Yan poked her head out from behind Ed’s leg a bit.

Dark smiled, keeping her teeth hidden to try not to frighten the girl. “Well it’ll certainly be good to have a little lady in the house. A nice little sister.”

Ed just about died from relief.

“What if I’m not a good girl?” Yan mumbled.

Dark’s’s head tilted a bit, almost like a cat, “And why wouldn’t you be?”

“I cut Jenny’s hair because she said my haircut looked dumb,” Yan mumbled into Ed’s leg.

Dark laughed, a lilted high pitched laugh, and clapped her hands, “Oh aren’t you a delightful little peach. You are just perfect.”

Yan’s face peeked out more from Ed’s leg, looking more hopeful. “You’re really pretty.”

Dark smile didn’t fade, holding out her hands, “And so are you.”

Carefully Yan stepped forward and took her hands.

-::- Yancy Times -::-

Yancy was having the worst week of his life. He’d been going to a family reunion with his parents and he’d been sleepy during the drive. Next thing he knew someone was grabbing him away from them and he couldn’t think to scream before they were already out the door and being shoved into a car.

Then he was taken to another car and driven away from there to another building where he was put in a room.

He hid in the closet, trying to hide.

He was found by a man in a cowboy hat who dragged him away from the room and he was so scared and terrified that he just dead fished on the ground. Which in retrospect would be a last-ditch effort technique he would be taught later in life.

Yancy was unfortunately dragged off to a warehouse and locked in a room. His only tactic hid under a chair.

Then, after ages of waiting terrified, the door opened.

“As far as I know, nothin’s happened ta him,” a southern drawl was the first thing he heard.

“You’re sure?” A deeper voice demanded, he sounded angry and that terrified Yancy even more.

“Bout 75%,” the southern drawl answered. “One ‘a my boys might have gotten handsy behind my back but they wouldn’ta had a lot of time ta do anythin’.”

Then someone knelt down in front of him and Yancy tried to flinch back but there was nowhere to go.

“I want my mommy and daddy,” Yancy sobbed.

The man with grey skin glared at the cowboy, “I said no families, was I unclear?”

“Look I don’t know where he’s from, I was cleanin’ up the room an’ he was in there,” the southern guy spat. “Where am I supposed to move him ta?”

“Just go, I’ll handle this,” there was a ringing that accompanied his voice that seemed to get louder and Yancy whimpered, trying to cover his ears.

He braced for . . . something but it never came and eventually he saw the man sitting a bit farther away, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“Yancy?” Yancy replied.

“Do you know who I am?” The man asked.

Yancy shook his head.

“There’s been an unfortunate mix-up,” the man told him. “You are not supposed to be here.”

“Can I go home?” Yancy asked.

“Not yet, do you know where you’re from?” The man asked.

“I live in a blue apartment, number 18, third floor,” Yancy explained, just a touch braver.

“No, I mean—” he rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “city. What city are you from?”

Yancy went quiet, trying to remember but the name escaped him.

“Well then,” the man threw his hands up, standing up. “I’ll have to keep my eyes on you until I can send you home. My name is Dark.”

When he offered his hand, Yancy reluctantly worked his way out from under the chair. It would take him almost eleven years to make it back to his birth parents, and unfortunately it would have grievous results.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egoton Origins #kidnapping #Markiplier #Darkiplier #Ed Edgar #the Author #Illinois Jones #ahwm Illinois #King of the Squirrels #Yandereplier #Yancy #ahwm Yancy #surprise adoption #adoption through suspicious means #Yancy got lucky REALLY lucky

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reverseblackholeofwords · 4 years

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Bo and Yancy

Part Two: For the Love of Physics

Part 1 Here

Professor Beauregard grumbles to herself and speeds back to her laboratory outside of town, leaving Happy Trails Penitentiary, one of the last human strongholds in the area, in her dust. That idiotic Warden just doesn’t understand. He never takes a step out of the jail himself, and Bo can’t convince him that the world really is coming to an end right under his nose.

So she’s going to have to think of something else, find another way to get to that brainless behemoth to hand over the anomaly. It has to be his fault, and if she can only find out what he’s doing to cause all this, maybe she can reverse it. Maybe she’ll be able to bring them all back, stop this from ever happening in the first place.

She blinks and realizes that she’s heading right for a group of zombies playing golf in the middle of the road, and she swerves but... maybe a little too late. A caddie rolls up the windshield and off the back of the car. Bo hisses through her teeth. “Whoopsies.”

That night at the lab is more lonely than ever. It’s been the longest time since she’s seen another human that isn’t rotting and falling to pieces or trying to raid her lab for supplies--though Warden Bloodspatter or whatever is hardly an improvement. She stays up all night, going through the last of her coffee reserves to try to come up with a plan to break out the anomaly.

He’s bigger than her, that’s for sure, which would make him difficult to carry if she used some sort of knock-out gas. So she’d have to take him willingly, not that she thinks that would be too much trouble. By the time she has a plan that she thinks is fool proof, the sun is rising outside her window, and the zombies are gathering like they sense that she’s planning to leave. No matter.

She takes her laser gun off the charging rack and checks it for damage, and then she charges out the front door in a blaze of hot blue light.

Back at the penitentiary, Yancy is in a bad mood. It doesn’t happen too often, usually only when the Warden lets the guards rough up one of his family members a little or when he’s working out a particularly difficult lyrical conundrum. Today, it’s for a different reason.

He can’t figure out why the Warden wouldn’t let him help the professor, or why she wanted him specifically in the first place. None of it adds up to him. He’s certainly not all that valuable to either party. So why in the world would they be fighting over him like this?

“Yance, cheer up, man,” Sparkles McGee says, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “You’re too deep in your head today. Let’s go outside and walk around.”

“It’s raining,” Yancy groans. “In case youse haven’t noticed.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like... singing in the rain,” Sparkles suggests with a waggle of his eyebrows, and Yancy’s face slowly lights up in realization. His family always knows how to make him smile.

“Well... now that youse mention it...”

Yancy and Sparkles race each other out to the yard. No one else is outside save for a single guard huddled up under the awning over the doorway. Yancy splashes through a particularly big puddle and swings himself around a light pole as he starts to sing.

He and Sparkles go through the whole song, “Singing in the Rain,” twice before they’re so wet that Yancy is sure he’ll be wringing out his uniform for days. He can feel the squish of his shoes with every step, and it would be depressing if he wasn’t so dizzy with laughing. Sparkles shoves him playfully, and Yancy slips, tumbling into the mud.

Sparkles gasps. “Yancy, bro, I’m sorry!” He reaches a hand down to help his fellow jailbird up, but Yancy just grins and pulls him down into the mud with him. “Okay, okay,” Sparkles laughs, “I guess I deserved that one.”

“Yeah, you bet.” Yancy smears mud in his friend’s hair and then gets up trying to clean himself off as best he can.

“Hey, you two!” The guard is sneering at them as if he’s finally noticed them, and Yancy frowns. “Quit making a mess of yourselves and get back inside! It’s time for lunch!”

Yancy cups his hands around his mouth. “Yeah, well why don’t youse come and get us?”

Sparkles looks up at Yancy warily. “Yance, are you sure about this? It always ends badly when you antagonize...”

“Youse heard me, ya chicken!” Yancy shouts. “What? You scared youse gunna melt or somethin’?”

The guard comes charging towards them then, and Sparkles yelps, jumping to his feet to hold his friend back. Yancy is always quick to pick fights, but he doesn’t always win them. “Yance, wh-why don’t you just apologize to the nice... big man and lets you and me go inside? Get a hot shower and some food, eh? Maybe you’re just hangry!”

But Yancy just puts up his fists and bounces from foot to foot until a blast of blue energy knocks the guard out cold. Yancy and Sparkles both turn to look through the fence around the yard at the small woman standing in the rain with a giant gun aimed at them.

“Come with me, anomaly!” she shouts, her voice much bigger than she is.

Yancy shrugs his shoulders. “Ah, no?”

Bo drops the gun to her side. “What? Don’t you want to get out of here?”

“Break out? Of this place?” Yancy gestures around. “Why would anyone want to...”

Sparkles punches Yancy in the arm again. “Not right now, Yance. Don’t you see this lady means business? She’s got a big gun!”

“Yeah, and I can use it too.” She points it at him again. “I could just kill you right here, right now, and probably save myself and everyone else a lot of trouble. But I’d really rather try to figure out what makes you tick first, anomaly!” She changes the setting on the laser gun and burns a hole in the fence, the metal melting away like ice cream on a hot day.

Yancy gulps.

“So? Are you going to come peacefully, or am I going to have to use force?” Bo asks, hefting the gun.

Sparkles clears his throat. “Uh, I think you should go with her.”

“But...” Yancy glances back at the penitentiary, at his home, where his family is sitting peacefully unaware of his kidnapping.

“Go.” Sparkles pushes him forward a step. “I’ll tell the others what happened, okay? We’ll send someone after ya,” he whispers.

Yancy nods and sloshes through the muck towards Bo. She pulls out a pair of handcuffs and links one of his wrists with hers. “Alright now, come quietly. I don’t want any funny business.” She walks him back to her Jeep as Sparkles watches nervously chewing at his fingernails.

The guard stirs where he fell in the mud, and Sparkles darts back inside before he can realize what’s happened. Meanwhile, Yancy rides along in the passenger seat, rain dripping down his window as he watches the jail shrink away to nothing.

“What are youse gonna do with me?” he asks solemnly.

Bo ignores him for a moment, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “I don’t know yet,” she finally says. Her face doesn’t reveal a hint of emotion, and Yancy finds her absolutely terrifying.

He turns away from her in the seat, as much as he can with his hand cuffed to hers, and continues staring out the window--trying not to wonder what’s going to happen to him.

#yancy #professor beauregard #markiplier #rosanna pansino #bo and yancy #bo and yancy pt 2

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warfstachenby · 4 years

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Here’s my gift for @the-pan-anon for the Visitation Day Gift Event! Big preesh to @yancy-support-group for creating and running the event! The request was for a Yancy/Illinois fic and the prompt was “angst”! (although this part isn’t that angsty sorry!)

There’s a second part to expect in the next few days, so sorry I didn’t complete all of it in time! Hope you enjoy it anyway!

Title: Such a Perfect Place to Start (chapter 1) Pairing: Yancy/Illinois Words: 1727 Content warnings: fighting (brief), blood (mentioned)

“And a one! And a two! And a one, two, three!”

Yancy sat down next to Heapass. In front of them Bam Bam and Sparkles were rehearsing a new musical number. Bam Bam threw his arms up and over his head and jumped to the left. Letting his right hand fall to grab his top hat, he tossed his cane to Sparkles with his left. It clattered to the ground.

Bam Bam’s jaw clenched. “It’s no good, Yance, we just can’t nail this.”

“Hey, hey.” Yancy said. “Youse just need more practice. Things like this take time. Don’t either of youse get worked up over it.”

“Looked alright to me.” For once, Yancy was glad Heapass opened his mouth. He wasn’t usually known for his compliments.

“See! A few more days and youse’ll nail it.”

“A few more days!” Sparkles agreed eagerly, jazz hands for emphasis.

“A few more days.” Bam Bam paused, letting a small, relaxed smile creep onto his face. “Thanks for sticking with us.”

Laughing sheepishly, Yancy brushed it off. “Aw, no! Youse don’t gotta thank me!”

Suddenly there was a voice from the other side of the yard. “No, there really has been a mistake, my friend. I didn’t steal that box!”

Yancy’s head snapped to face the voice. A man was slowly sauntering next to the guard. He was new, obviously, and held himself in a way that exuded confidence. He was dressed in the standard prison uniform but was wearing a brown hat that Yancy assumed was from the outside. Something about him seemed bigger than life. He flashed the guard the kind of smile you only see in movies. The guard just rolled his eyes and walked off.

Yancy stalked towards him. “Wanna get out, do ya? Why? Here ain’t good enough?”

“No, of course not.” The stranger smiled that smile again. “But I’m afraid there really has been some confusion. I shouldn’t be here.” He paused. “But I’m adaptable.” He smiled and threw Yancy a wink. “I’m sure I’ll make the most of my time here.” Another winning smile as he shifted his weight to his other leg and held out his hand. “I’m Illinois, by the way.”

Yancy shook the offered hand as a little shiver ran down his spine. “Yeah, uh…” He could hear Heapass laughing behind him. “I guess we’ll just have to convince youse to stay, huh?”

The stranger laughed. “You can try, but I’m afraid I’m married to my job. There isn’t a thing you could say or do to keep me here. I doubt you’d understand. I know a fellow adventurer when I see one, and I just don’t think I see it in you.”

There wasn’t any bite behind it. It was casual and dismissive. But for a split second, Yancy saw red.

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it? You’re just like my dad! Always judging, always dismissin’ me!” His fist connected with Illinois jaw before he had even thought the action through. Smacked the suave look right off his face.

Recoiling slightly, Illinois clutched his face and steeled himself again. He was too cool, too casual. He was leaving himself wide open for Yancy to take another hit. Was he just not going to fight? It pissed Yancy off, he didn’t need some stranger to coddle him in a fight! He threw another punch.

Illinois dodged. And then, all too quick, Yancy’s legs were out from underneath him and he was hitting the ground.

That was effortless. Other than the red mark that would blossom into a bruise on Illinois’ face, he didn’t have a hair out of place.

Illinois held his hand out again. Out of the corner of his eye, Yancy could see the gang rushing over to help him up, probably also try to land some hits of their own on Illinois. He took the hand and let Illinois pull him up.

“You’re courageous, friend, I’ll give you that. But you’re too rash, a little diamond in the rough, maybe. A little bit of polish and you’d be an excellent partner.” He smiled. “I’ll be seeing you around.” And then he threw a final wink at Yancy before sauntering through the crowd to leave. All Yancy could do was stand there and watch.

There was something off about the following days, Yancy felt. Or maybe there was just something off with him. Whatever it was, he noticed it.

He and Illinois hadn’t spoken since their not-quite-fight, but they’d seen each other at meals and in the yard, and Illinois would smile at Yancy and Yancy would try his best to return it, despite how weird he was feeling.

Illinois had been exploring the penitentiary. He’d tested the ground in every room and knocked on every wall. He had also been talking to all the other guys and even sat with Tiny in comfortable silence. Everyone liked Illinois. Yancy tried to clear his head of whatever he’d been feeling the last few days that was holding him back and walked over.

“I’m not much of a drinker but this really is as good as your reputation suggests!” Illinois finished the last of his hooch wine, before noticing Yancy hovering in the doorway. “Ah, hello again!”

“Hey.” The realisation that he didn’t know what he should say hit him like a bucketful of ice water. “Look, I… I wanted to apologise, I…”

Illinois waved him off and smiled. “Don’t stress over it,” he said gently. “What’s done is done.” Standing, he thanked Hank for the wine and his company. “What do you say? Let’s get to know each other.” Yancy nodded and followed as Illinois led him back to his room. It was pretty empty of any personal effects.

Illinois sat on his bed. After a few seconds of watching Yancy stand there awkwardly, he patted the bed beside him. “You can sit, you know. What are you afraid of? Falling in love?” He joked – or, at least, Yancy was pretty sure it was a joke. He sat down.

“Sorry I hit ya, by the way,” He sighed. “Something youse said just rubbed me the wrong way.”

Illinois waved him off. “It’s forgiven,” he said, smiling warmly at him. “Everyone I’ve talked to has said this place is basically their home. It’s nice but I never stay in the same place long.”

“Why?” Yancy rubbed his chin in thought. “What’s even out there for youse? You don’t have any pictures in here of any family.”

“What isn’t out there?” Illinois grinned. “The thrill of adventure, things so lost they’ve never once been found, companionship, danger, excitement!” He winked. “The chance to fall in love!”

None of those were for Yancy, not that he wanted to say it out loud.

“Adventure, huh?” Yancy paused. “So how youse end up in here? Doesn’t seem like you’re the type to steal anything or kill anyone.”

“Well, I really didn’t lie that it was all a big misunderstanding.” He got up and reached under the bed. “Often I find things other people have stolen, or things that were lost and hidden, and I return them to where they belong.” He pulled out an ornate brass-coloured box with a blue gem on it. “I found this beauty a little while ago and wanted to return it to its home. It led me to the penitentiary and the guards caught me. I’m cool as a cucumber under the pressure of poison dart traps, but even I find it hard to leisurely escape five guards. Anyway, apparently, this had been stolen from a museum and it was all over the news. No one believed that I hadn’t stolen it.”

Yancy smiled sympathetically. “I’m sorry that happened. Everyone who ends up here has done something it’ll take us a long time to make up for, but the years ain’t so bad ‘cause we all have each other. Youse didn’t deserve to end up here, but I hope you know you’re one of the gang anyway.”

“Thanks,” Illinois smiled to himself, still turning the box over in his hands. He noticed Yancy staring. “You can take a look if you want.”

Yancy took it from his outstretched hand and ran his fingers over the metalwork. “How old do you think it is?”

“Centuries, at least. Millenia, maybe.” Illinois looked almost wistful. “I think it might be the oldest and most important artefact I’ve ever found.” He preened. “And clearly I’ve risked my life to find and return hundreds.”

“Why do youse think it’s so important? What’s in it?”

Illinois laughed. “I haven’t the slightest idea.” He took it from Yancy and pulled on the lid. “I haven’t been able to get it open.” He handed it back to Yancy, who held it up to his face, searching for a hidden mechanism. “It’s a strange idea but I like to think it’s oddly Schrodinger-esque. That until we open it, there could be anything inside.”

Yancy paused to take the moment in. It’d been a long time since he’d ever had a moment in his life that could only be described as peaceful. Then he noticed something. “Does the box feel weird at all to youse?” He chewed his lip trying to find the words. “Like, it’s not vibrating… but if I focus on it, it kinda feels like it is, you know?”

“Yeah, I felt that too. Also got the strangest sense of déjà vu when I first touched it.” He closed his eyes in thought. “It was like somewhere in the corner of my mind I could remember a partner I’ve never met before. And something’s telling me if I chased that déjà vu I might be able know what’s in there.” He opened them again and smiled straight at Yancy. “Nothing about that makes sense, but I’ve been to stranger places and seen stranger things happen.” Suddenly, his brow furrowed in concern. “The box has really unsettled you, huh? Stop biting your lip, you’re making it bleed.” And then when Yancy released it from between his teeth, Illinois leaned over and wiped the blood away before Yancy could flinch away. He smiled at Yancy again.

His smile made something jerk deep inside Yancy’s chest. He returned it best he could, and in the back of his mind he thought of a beautiful bird trapped in a cage.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter should be up in the next few days, once again I’m so sorry for the wait!

#visitationdaygiftexchange #yancyillinois #illinoisyancy #idk their ship name #ahwm yancy #this isn't great but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!#i'm so sorry i had to split it in half #i feel like i haven't found my illinois voice yet but i hope it isn't too bad! :)#neo writes

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inthedrift · 5 years

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Hansen Family Feels

So I have a lot of Hansen Family feels, mostly Chuck Hansen Feels, let's be honest, but I've made a load of notes on posts the past few weeks that I feel would benefit from being put into a longer thing and just analyse all these FEELS and try and form them into something resembling sanity.

I'm gonna use some pictures, some quotes and some gif sets/posts to help explain where either the thoughts came from or help highlight the example.

2 heads up if you do click on this

I made myself cry writing this

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So Chuck is introduced as the cocky and competent young guy like he wants people to know he's fucking fantastic at what he does "That's a new record" you wouldn't say that if you didn't feel like you had something to prove.

Because Chuck grew up watching his father and the others during the highlights of the war, watching all the pilots being fawned over, they had interviews and parades and bloody sportswear contracts and people adored them and Chuck.

Chuck didn't get into a jaeger until after Knifehead, when the public and the government had become disillusioned with the pilots and the programme and Chuck who hadn't just wanted to get into a jaeger to avenge his mum, but because he wanted to be the best and here he is. Piloting the best jaeger ever made and no one seems to care.

So Chuck had more than likely idolised the Beckets - hell he has that jacket and Herc isn't exactly the sort of bloke that would wear one of those jackets so 100% its copying Becket boys. And then not only does Raleigh bail and go build a bloody wall for 5 years but it was their failure that was like a nail in the coffin and so I think Chuck's anger isn't just that Raleigh isn't good enough. It's that he holds Raleigh responsible for taking that opportunity away.

But I'm not saying that Chuck is fame hungry, no. I'm saying that he was brought up constantly in his father's shadow and their relationship is rocky and I'm guessing that Chuck didn't get a lot of praise or Herc being proud of him and that's what he wants he wants to feel that someone is proud of him, that someone appreciates him.

So queue Raleigh walking into the Shatterdome and Herc sees them and just shoots a stern "Wait here" at Chuck before going over and greeting Raleigh

And Herc obviously respects Raleigh and he's all smiles and friendly and discussing the "good ol' days" and is sincere in his apology to Raleigh about Yancy being dead and like we can probably assume that he has never either congratulated Chuck on a good run or talked about his mum as their both too emotionally constipated and its not really a shock that Chuck is pissed before they even start

And then you have the cafeteria scene, and Herc is all warm smiles and physical contact with Raleigh - and honestly except for holding Chuck back or shaking him off when do we actually see Herc and Chuck touch?

And Herc is then feeding Raleigh - with Chuck's food because like Chuck has nothing in front of him and Rals wasn't even in the mess when Herc obviously went and got the food and Chuck is understandably pissed. Because Herc is treating Raleigh like a son and that's Chuck's dad, it should be him that gets that attention and that affection.

He shouldn't have to share that and why doesn't Herc treat him like this and that will just open up all those wounds that have been there probably since before his mum died, are just being poked and prodded at.

Chuck wants that love from Herc but he has no clue how to get it and I think on a level that he maybe doesn't feel he deserves it, because obviously Herc is more than willing to give that sort of affection out to blokes who run away and hide for 5 years but he won't give it to his only son. I think Chuck maybe thinks he's too far gone to be worthy of that and that makes him hold the anger closer because that's something that Herc can't ignore or take away from him, can't give that away to someone else.

So it's no wonder he wants to fight Raleigh, so would I. Chuck has always felt that if he just fought harder, fought better, was better then Herc would love him, but then Raleigh has come in a broken failure and Herc treats him so much better and Chuck can't cope with that because clearly its not about him not being a good enough ranger.

It's about him not being a good enough person, not being a good enough son, and Herc only cements that fact in the deleted scene. (x)

Because Herc tells him exactly that. That he's a great ranger but that means nothing because he isn't good. And the way Chuck leans back and the look he gives Herc, tells you so much. Because how dare he.

Chuck lost his mother at 10, and when he needed a parent the most Herc wasn't there and he was left to jaeger techs and machines for so long. Watching this idolised version of his dad on a tv and only experiencing the vague presence of a shell of that man.

And then he was shoved into a jaeger at 16, he never had a childhood and then not only did he have to grow up way quicker than he should have after scissure but then he had to again and this time he got to see himself through the funhouse mirror that is his dads memories in the drift. I'd put money on them being regret and pain and anguish and constantly associating Chuck with the loss of Angela and fuck that's gonna mess a kid up.

And Chuck takes those shots at Herc, says "you didn't raise me to be anything" and "we don't even need to speak at all" because he wants to hurt him, just like he's been hurt. Because Herc is just needling that wound, that Raleigh Becket is better than Chuck will ever be because he's 'good' and Chuck is just that 10 year old boy inside, full of hurt and anger.

And Herc knows all of this, because the drift goes both ways and he knows how hurt and angry Chuck is, but they're both so stubborn and don't know how to express these things that all they do is hurt each other more.

So now we come to the fight with Leatherback and Chuck is so quick to rush over to Herc and help him up and yeah sure he's saying "Get up Old Man" but it's not a dig at that point, it's a way to hide his fear, because Herc hit fucking hard. Like he could have died in that hit and Chuck is scared, he's stuck in a giant metal death trap with a giant monster outside and he nearly lost his dad.

So Chuck tries to help him up and Herc shakes him off (not a brilliant screenshot it's dark and happens hella quick so time stamp is 1:17:27 ish) and Chucks anger sores back to the surface because even when he's broken Herc doesn't want Chuck’s help.

We know that this isn't about Chuck, that it's about Herc not wanting to appear weak, can't appear weak but that's not how Chuck sees it, we know that from psychology that children can't see their parents reasoning in these circumstances and can only take it as a slight upon them, and again it hits at all of Chuck's insecurities.

And Herc does it AGAIN when they're climbing onto Striker's head and Chuck doesn't even react because this is obviously just what he expects and that's so awful that he just expects to be shoved away by his father, but still he follows this insane plan because he loves his dad and he trusts him with his life.

And that brings me to this post (x)

Because the tags are perfect here and highlight so many things. Because Chuck is 21, he's barely an adult and he's not a well-adjusted adult at that. He doesn't think he's gonna see his 22nd birthday hell he's probably astounded he made it this far, and here he is screaming at his worst nightmares come to life with only anger in his heart because that's all he knows.

And Herc, bless him because while all of this post has been about how much damage Herc has done to Chuck there isn't any Herc hate here let me be 100% clear about that. Because Herc will never win dad of the year but he loved Chuck with his whole being.

Imagine having to look at your son and every day wonder how disappointed Angela would be at what you'd done to her sweet boy. Because that's what he will see, he will see all the damage and pain he caused and brought on the kid and he will just hate himself for it, but again Chuck won't see that the regret will be about how Herc did as a parent. Chuck will see the regret as Herc regretting having him for a son.

But Herc loved Chuck wholeheartedly because he knew Chuck was a 1st Class arsehole, and he still adored him, not because he was the perfect son or the perfect ranger or because he listened to him. He loved him because he was CHUCK.

So Herc may have done bad things and made bad decisions but he never did them for the wrong reasons. He did them to protect Chuck, protect Chuck from the programme, from the kaiju, from his own grief and pain.

So I love Herc because yeah he made mistakes but he knows that and everything he did was deep down, from a place of love.

And this (x) gif set I feel lays out the feelings that these two men go through really well. It's times that Chuck walks away from Herc and there are 3 distinctly different things occurring each time.

We focus on Herc the first 2 times that Chuck walks away because Chuck's emotions in both of those scenes are plain to see, he's angry with hurt coming in a close second. Herc's emotions are a little more detailed.

The first time you see the anger - the ranger. Chuck knows better, he was in the wrong in this circumstance, he shouldn't have been brawling like a child and Herc is angry from not just a parental point of view but as a co-pilot and a senior ranger.

The second time you see the disappointment - the father. The fact that Chuck is like this because of Herc, because he didn't do a good enough job as a parent, and he worries what Angela would think of the two of them now. He thinks that she'd probably hate him for making their son into this man. And he honestly doesn't recognise the man in front of him, because he can't equate him to the boy he knew and he knows that's on him.

But the last time the focus shifts and it's on Chuck because his emotions are important here, they aren't anger this time. Far from it. He doesn't want to turn away this time.

The emotion here is regret - its the son. He regrets not having been a better son, not having a better relationship with his dad, he regrets it all. And he knows that he's leaving Herc alone and that he hasn't done enough to fix the damage that is between them. Sure he's helped begin that healing, but he's about to go to his death and he can only hope that he's done enough that Herc won't think of him badly.

And obviously, we now have to address THAT (x) scene. Because this is it. This is the goodbye that neither of them got to have with Angela, and yet they can't say it. Because they are who they are and so we don't get the words "I love you" or "goodbye" no we get something that to these two men means so much more.

Because Herc tells him exactly what he needs to hear, he tells him that he's always loved him by saying "all the things" and Chuck for all that he's stubborn and emotionally stunted can see the pain and the hurt in his father's eyes.

They're probably still ghosting and Chuck will be able to feel all of it because when they're in a jaeger they probably push it all away because addressing that much emotion and anger would cause major RABIT. But here, now Chuck can feel it all.

And Chuck tells him that he knows and confirms to Herc that he doesn't hate him. Yeah, of course, he hates the things he's done and the way he made him feel, but he doesn't hate Herc, how could he, because his whole life he's wanted to be like him.

That's why he wanted to be the best because he saw Herc as the best and he just wanted to emulate that in the only way he knew how. And Stacker telling him that he is his father's son, it just put a balm on all of that pain and all the angry wounds.

Because Chuck achieved what he wanted to and someone acknowledged that, because Chuck knew how good his dad was and wanted to be that good a person and thats why he was so hurt. Because he saw that funhouse mirror version of himself and knew that he could never be that and then here is Stacker saying that he did. That he is.

And then Herc claims him. Tells him that he loves him and is proud of him and that he would give anything to trade places with Chuck or to be the man beside him in that conn-pod because there is no-one he would trust more to fight against and there is no-one that he would rather stand his last stand with.

And the pride here, that you can see how proud he is of Chuck. That Chuck says even his last moments Chuck is showing how much he respects Herc. Because he wants to be his dad and wants to make him proud and that pride is so clear here and it breaks your heart, because Chuck probably knew how proud Herc was in that moment but he never got to see it.

Which brings me finally onto Max. Because we all know as Rob says that Max was a way for Chuck and Herc to talk, because they couldn't talk, so any affection or emotion they show that dog is often the emotions they are showing to each other or how they feel about each other in that moment.

So we're introduced to Max the first time we really see the Hansens and Herc takes Max over to meet Raleigh and the group and Chuck stands there and calls back Max almost as soon as he possibly can.

And look at how he holds him, because Chuck wants to make it clear that Max is his and Raleigh and Mako can't have him and honestly I think it does reflect that Chuck doesn't want to share his dad, because he is his dad. His isn't Mako's or Raleigh's and sometimes Herc is more fatherly to the two of them than Chuck and he doesn't want to share and that shows here and in the way he holds Max through the scene in the mess hall.

And then you have the goodbye (x), because while Chuck doesn't say goodbye to Herc directly he says it to Max and you know that he's not saying it just to Max, because even without the direction that Guillermo gave of "Imagine you are kneeling before your father asking for forgiveness" you can see it in the way Rob delivers the scene.

Because Chuck is telling Herc that he's gonna miss him just as much as he's telling Max and he shows Max the physical affection that he can't show his dad, he's saying goodbye.

And the "Look after him for me" isn't just asking Herc to look after Max, because of course, Herc will look after Max, because he adores Max and it's the only thing he will have left of Chuck. He's telling Herc to look after himself because Chuck won't be around to anymore and he needs to be sure that Herc is gonna be ok when he's gone. Because he knows how Herc dealt with the grief of losing his wife how the hell is he gonna cope losing his son.

And I think that's why Rob's conversation with me hurt so much and I had to try so hard not to cry in front of him. Because of course if Chuck could in any way stay around to keep an eye on Herc he would. So that's why he's still in the drift, that's why he's still there.

Because he's just had Herc confirm that he loves him and respects him and is so so proud of him and he's basically just been given all the validation in the world. So, of course, his idea of paradise would be piloting Striker for eternity with his father by his side, so why would he not still exist in the drift?

#pacific rim #pacific rim (2013)#chuck hansen #herc hansen #Herc Hansen #hansen feels #ouch #long post #sad #rob kazinsky #guillermo del toro #lots of feels #hansen family feels

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“Yo, this is appointment viewing”A UFC 218 preview

Joey

November 28th

Not since LAST November-December have we had two genuinely stacked PPV events back to back. UFC 217 brought the sizzle with three title fights, former champions and title contenders competing for standing and a loaded prelim slate with HWs and BWs looking to find their place in the world. UFC 218 heads to Detroit with just one title fight but with it a host of potential #1 contender clashes alongside a flat out good undercard with relevant fights and action fights all across the ledger. The headliner is a short notice clash between Max Holloway and Jose Aldo, a pretty damn good 145 lb title fight that could either solidify Max Holloway as a P4P great or reannounce Jose Aldo's return to the top of the division. Under it, all four main cards are REALLY on point with potential #1 contender clashes at HW, LW, Flyweight and SW. I can't begin to express my excitement for this bad boy much longer so let's just get right to it!

Fights: 13

Debuts: 1 (Allan Crowder)

Fight Changes/Injury Cancellations: 2 (Frankie Edgar OUT, Jose Aldo IN vs Max Holloway/Al Iaquinta OUT, Charles Oliveira IN vs Paul Felder)

Headliners (fighters who have either main evented or co-main evented shows in the UFC): 13 (Jose Aldo, Max Holloway, Justin Gaethje, Eddie Alvarez, Alistair Overeem, Henry Cejudo, Sergio Pettis, Francis Ngannou, Michelle Waterson, Tecia Torres, Charles Oliveira, Alex Olivieira, David Teymur)

Fighters On Losing Streaks in the UFC: 1 (Angela Magana)

Fighters On Winning Streaks in the UFC: 11 (Sergio Pettis, Felice Herrig, David Teymur, Drakkar Klose, Alex Olivieira, Yancy Medeiros, Paul Felder, Tecia Torres, Max Holloway, Francis Ngannou, Alistair Overeem)

Stat Monitor for 2017:

Debuting Fighters (Current number: 41-35)- Allan Crowder

Short Notice Fighters (Current number: 23-34-1)- Jose Aldo, Charles Olivieira

Second Fight (Current number: 27-37)- Justin Willis, Dominick Reyes, Sabah Homasi

Cage Corrosion (18-13-1)- 0

Twelve Precarious Ponderings

1- We should begin with the main event which in my estimation an improvement over the Edgar/Holloway booking. To explain, while Edgar/Holloway is a fresh fight and one that would've been truly awesome, we've seen Frankie lose to Aldo twice. Aldo is the superior fighter of that we have no doubt---and so seeing Holloway/Aldo II isn't as fresh but it is a better all around fight. The first fight in my estimation is one of those clear examples of "sometimes stats lie, man." Everybody, almost like a chorus of geese on a cold Winnipeg morning, honks about Aldo winning the first two rounds and that's true but also irrelevant. Why? Because if you WATCH the fight, you can tell that the second round was a round where stats lie. Halloway had no respect for Aldo's power, he marched him down, he took to give (in my opinion he won the round) and by the end of the second round, their respective reactions heading back to their corners should've told you who was winning or about to win that fight. It wasn't Aldo.

2- I also don't buy the idea that leg kicks are some vaunted weapon which has been missing from Aldo's game and will be some deciding factor. For starters, it's not Holloway hasn't faced explosive kickers in the past. Second, it's not Aldo's leg kicks are the key weapon to what was his dominant run to begin with. They're a tool in the act but no more a tool than his amazing takedown defense and superb angles. LASTLY this is a guy who has been rocked/dropped in 3 of his last 4 fights. He's been finished in 2 of them. The only guy who hasn't finished him is a guy who has one KO stoppage in the last six years (love ya Frankie!). Aldo has plenty of ways to beat Holloway and Holloway has plenty of ways to beat him in return---but leg kicks? Not really seeing it. Aldo hasn't been this big leg kick monster since about 2013 or so. They're a sparsely used gimmick at this point.

3- I wonder if the UFC is as frustrated at the 155 lb scene as we are as fans. We have:

-A champion who doesn't seem like he's defending any time soon.

-An interim champion who seems to be torn between waiting for the neverending stop of the McGregor/UFC table dance and taking a fight that risks him losing the biggest payday of his life.

-Two fantastic 155 lb fights that could determine #1 contenders for titles that don't seem to be getting defended any time soon.

-Dustin Poirier sitting on the outside looking in after dominating Anthony Pettis plus depending on who you ask finishing/almost finishing Eddie Alvarez.

Making matters worser than the worst worse, you have Nate Diaz potentially malingering around, the looming threat of Max Holloway or Jose Aldo finally making a move up as well as a solid crop of 155 lb talent who aren't close to title shot contention but would in theory be closing the gap if the division wasn't held up at the top so much (the aforementioned Paul Felder, a suddenly resurgent Clay Guida, Anthony Pettis is still young enough to turn things around, too too early to write off Michael Chiesa and Kevin Lee after tough losses, Devid Teymur and the mystery that is Mairbek Taisumov). At some point something has to give along these battle lines and I wonder if that means biting the bullet, admitting that there's a need for it and opening up 165 lbs.

3- I do think, title contention wise, it says something that Alvarez/Gaethje is 4th on the card underneath Pettis/Cejudo when it comes to relevancy. Could be nothing, could mean everything.

4- There's a lot of hype and pressure on Francis Ngannou. That's probably well deserved but as I've said perhaps one time too many, don't get caught up in the narrative if he loses. Once upon a time, Stipe Miocic got his first real big step up and he was iced in two rounds by Stefan Struve. Shawn Jordan once put Derrick Lewis on ice skates with a fat guy wheel kick. This will shock and amaze you but fighters do improve over time and at HW, nobody is ever truly a lost cause. Division lives for chaos.

5- I know I'm the weirdo in this regard but I'm really excited to see how Sergio Pettis handles the challenge that is Henry Cejudo. Of all the Duke Roufus products, Sergio is the one who seems to most fit the mold of what they want. Functional in every facet of the fight while still having the flash, sizzle and workrate to keep people interested. Cejudo's rediscovered his power recently and his boxing has looked world's better. I have cardio concerns with him as you always need to but Sergio Pettis has always had an aversion to guys who pack a shot on the feet. This fight could be really great.

6- Paul Felder's stock, which continues to go up and down depending on the time of year, is probably as high as it's been since he iced Danny Castillo way back in 2014. Felder has always been really talented but at 33, the clock's ticking on him really making a run. He's won 4 of his last 5 fights but the only guy who remains int he organization out of that group is Stevie Ray. His losses are two totally acceptable ones (a decision to Barboza where he could've probably won, a 3rd round TKO stoppage vs Francisco Trinaldo in Brazil) and one totally bemusing loss to Ross Pearson where he spun for the entire fight chasing a bonus and never got it. Felder's inconsistency is partially the reason why it's hard to feel overly confident in him vs Charles Olivieira. Do Bronx is always dangerous for a quickie sub and he showed that vs Will Brooks when he got his back and subbed him in the first round in April. Historically Charles has won to the guys he's supposed to beat and found creative insightful ways to lose to the guys he shouldn't. He's always in a fight until it's over and Felder historically leaves enough margin for error where he could, in theory, give Do Bronx opportunities.

7- David Teymur thus far has passed every test put in front of him. He was successful in TKO-ing guys who he probably would've been fighting on the regional scene and then really broke out when he spoiled the Lando Vannata hype with a decision win in March. Teymur is one of those guys who mixes techniques well, never tries the same trick twice and has improved time and time again whenever he fights. He's a bit old for a prospect (28) and Drakkar Klose will probably be the bigger, stronger fighter but I'm excited to see what Teymur has added to his game during his time away. Dude has top 15 potential in my estimation.

8- There's going to be a lot of interest in the Waterson/Torres fight and fair play to it but I'm all about that Felice Herrig/Courtney Casey bout. I haven't been wow'd in Felice's more recent fights (never really impressed with Kish, thought Grasso won) BUT even having said that, she's finally matching her record with her boisterous personality. On the other hand, I'm all about that Courtney Casey violence. She debuted vs Joanne Calderwood on short notice and put it on her before she gassed. The same for her vs Seo Hee Ham where she started off hot and then the wheels fell off. She rebounded by finishing Christina Stanciu and has a "way more impressive in hindsight" sub of Randa Markos. A loss to Claudia Gadelha followed where she never seemed to get out of second gear and you could almost sense her upside would be "tough woman who lives on the outskirts of the top 10." She then went and beat the fuck out of Jessica Aguilar in a fight that wasn't competitive for a single minute of its duration. She is all action, all the time and Felice Herrig's size, grappling and developing hands are going to give her a real test. This fight is great.

9- Yancy Medeiros vs Alex "Cowboy" Olivieira is gonna be your favorite 90s gore action movie where it's all violence with no sense behind it. Just action figures ramming into one another.

10- Does the Ngannou/Overeem winner gets the "The UFC would like you to face Stipe Miocic on -insert date here-" sprung up on them?

11- So Dominick Reyes is arguably the most exciting prospect at 205 lbs in a long long time---but I can't help but feel like Jeremy Kimball is going to be a step too far for him in his development. I kind of think the UFC thinks so too since it's buried on the FP prelims where a loss can almost be hidden.

12- Would a loss to Tecia Torres expose Michelle Waterson as being a PVZ-esque hype job?

Must Wins

1- Michelle Waterson

Might as well just flow from A to B, right? Waterson came into the UFC off a loss after the organization had been hounding Invicta to free her up for a while. She went 2-0 and WME-IMG actually signed her and took over as her media reps. The response off of that was a loss to Rose Namajunas where she was outmatched from the get go. Waterson says she went out for a while to get stronger and balance her aggression in the cage (she felt Rose just swarmed her from the jump and she was too timid on the feet) so hopefully we're going to see a new and improved Waterson. She is still super markketable, talented and has exciting fights more often than not. A loss to Tecia Torres would be really tough on her career and would put a lot of things into question, primarily whether she's big enough for 115 lbs or whether this entire thing is really a new PVZ.

2- Eddie Alvarez

Alvarez exorcised a lot of demons when he beat RDA for the title and ended the bullshit about him just being a good fighter outside of the UFC who couldn't hang (loss to Cerrone and two ugly split decision wins weren't helping). He never had a chance vs McGregor where he was basically knocked out by the first left hand that landed. The last fight vs Dustin Poirier was, I suppose, the return of the Eddie Alvarez of old. He got hurt, survived, found whatever it is that makes him insane and then used it in the second round. A blatantly illegal knee ended the night for Poirier and Alvarez but for a BRIEF second, Eddie Alvarez was the man he was in all those wars. He's had a lot of wear and tear on his body from fighting great competition for little fanfare. The UFC version of Eddie Alvarez is a little smarter, a lot more chinny and the epitome of age kicking in too late to protect the body. Alvarez vs Gaethje really does feel like a battle between Eddie Alvarez retro and Eddie Alvarez off the shelf. Justin Gaethje has a ton of Alvarez in his game while being younger and hitting way harder---but does Eddie still have some magic left?

3- Dominick Reyes

205 lbs needs Dominick Reyes in the worst way. The under 30 LHW prospect got into the UFC on short notice after a viral headkick KO and he did little to disappointed in stomping out Joachim Christenson. Still I think we can admit that Christensen is ways away from being UFC quality and so Reyes still hasn't beaten someone of note. Jeremy Kimball isn't great shakes BUT he has a very deceptive record. He started his career 5-3 and since then he's gone 10-3 which includes a 1-1 stint at Bellator and wins over dudes with far more fanfare than he (TUF finalist Matt Van Buren, Cody Mumma and Chidi Njokuani all ring a bell). This is a sneaky test of Reyes' ability and I'm hoping he'll pass it.

Can't Miss Fights

1- Justin Gaethje vs Eddie Alvarez

2- Jose Aldo vs Max Holloway

3- Francis Ngannou vs Alistair Overeem

4-Henry Cejudo vs Sergio Pettis

5- Alex Oliveira vs Yancy Medeiros

#MMA #UFC #Holloway #Aldo #Medeiros #Oliveira #Cejudo #Pettis #Ngannou #Overeem

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Best of Marvel: Week of August 14th, 2019

Best of this Week: Absolute Carnage: Separation Anxiety One-Shot - Clay McCleod Chapman, Brian Level, Jordan Boyd and Travis Lanham

God is Here.

Riot, Lasher, Agony and Phage - four of the symbiotes created by the Life Foundation had been fused together in the body of a War Dog since the incidents of Carnage USA (2012). They hadn't been seen in years, but now that Carnage's plot is in full swing, the formerly heroic (?) Symbiotes have been twisted and turned to Knull's will.

The book begins with the War Dog sitting in the middle of the street in a small Colorado town, hearing the sounds of a child crying. Slobbering with flies buzzing around him, the dog walks over to the crying child and we learn that her name is Sadie. Sadie is lamenting the impending divorce of her mother and father and she’s crying about the fact that they don’t seem to care about how this is affecting their kids as Sadie has a younger brother as well. She vents to the Dog, wishing that they could stay in their home and stay a family while panels of her mother and father screaming at each other at either side of the pages.

Sadie invites the dog in for a little while and as she goes to pack, the dog listens to the mother and father arguing and the horror ensues in an amazing page. It shows the slow and terrifying transformation of the dog into a fleshy, toothy monster as its face and skin stretches back to the point of tearing and tendrils begin to protrude from it’s back. It’s almost disgusting to the point of hearing the sloshy and squirmy noises of the beast as it roars, soon to consume the family.

We get our late title card and cut to Sadie going up to the attic to grab her brother, Billy, and show him the dog. Unfortunately, elation turns to horror as they come to find their father pinned to the ceiling by the slimy and slithering mess of symbiotic fluid as their mother looks on in cold fear. He is soon absorbed into the form of Riot as the panel layout shows as a small spiral as the symbiote enters his eyes nose and mouth before he is shown as an absolutely terrifying beast, the father half absorbed and looking on with wide eyes as Riot says “Come to daddy,” to the children.

Their mother screams at them to run away as she too is attacked and taken over by the Agony Symbiote. The chase begins as they kids try to get away from the possessed bodies of their mother and father, who plead with them, saying that they can finally be together again, a family. One of their neighbors knocks on the door and asks about the screaming. When Sadie tries to scream for help, Agony sprays acid in his face and we have to sit and watch in horror as his face dissolves, melting with a gross hiss as he screams in death. Sadie manages to hide herself and Billy in the attic until Riot sniffs them out and breaks in.

Sadie and Billy seem to know a little bit about Symbiotes and she cranks the music on her radio loud and it manages to do little but peel the symbiote away a little bit, revealing her father before they crush the radio. They crash through the ceiling and the siblings make their way to the bathroom, listening to their “Dad” taunt them about being a family again, if only they’d just join him. Sadie and Billy hide in the bathroom, lying in the tub as it drips with an eerie SPLCH sound. Sadie tells Billy that everything will be okay and as we all know, it is never okay as Phage drips right onto Billy’s head and infects him.

Riot, Phage and the unbonded Lasher converge on her and she uses a lighter and hairspray as a last resort to weaken them. It soon runs out and she is forced to run downstairs, right into the arms of Agony who has prepared the body of the neighbor as dinner.

The dinner scene itself is absolutely terrifying and combines the worst of the Texas Chainsaw dinner scene and the recent family dinner from Resident Evil 7. Sadie is bound by Lasher and crying as she is forced to listen to the rest of her possessed family say their grace to Knull. They act like a normal family, but with their jagged teeth, spiralled faces and red speech bubbles, nothing is wholesome. Everything is dangerous. Everything is Carnage.

They begin to pour a little bit of their symbiotes into a glass of possibly wine and try to offer it to Sadie. As it gets close to her lips, she smashes the glass and stabs Lasher, freeing her for just a moment. She runs and runs, the door right in her sights and repeats that she’s gonna make it. She’s going to make it!

I didn’t expect Separation Anxiety to be any good. I thought it would have been a cash grab on one of those old Symbiote stories, but this was an excellent lesson in horror. The writing is chilling and the art is absolutely disgusting in the best ways. Brian Level did an amazing job in his layouts with the paneling being some of the best parts of this book. Almost every scene weaves itself as either something formless or an object pertinent to the moment. Chapman captured the hope and terror of child fear like a champ, making you root for Billy and Sadie as they tried to make their futile escape only for it to be ripped from their hands like everything in Absolute Carnage so far.

She doesn’t.

If this is the quality that all of these tie-ins are going to have, then I am all aboard for this ride. HIGH Recommend.

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Before Steve Rogers was saying that he “could do this all day,” Ben Grimm was living that life.

Runner Up: Fantastic Four #13 (Legacy #658) - Dan Slott, Sean Izaakse, Marcio Menyz and Joe Caramagna

The Thing has always been one of the toughest characters in all of Marvel, going toe-to-toe with just about anyone, be they person or celestial being way above his pay grade. Ben Grimm has never said die in his life and even when he’s on his back, he always stands right back up, dusts himself off and throws even more punches. Ben Grimm is about that life and that action.

Ben tries to convince Hulk to stop fighting for a moment to save the other vacationers, including Alicia as they’re trapped under the rubble. This distracts the real perpetrator of this fight, Puppet Master who’s controlling a clay doll of The Hulk, allowing Ben to get a few good licks in. He tries to plead to Banner if he’s still in there, but given Hulk’s current state, he reveals that he’s kinda into it and willingly goes along with the puppeting. Meanwhile, Alicia takes charge of the other trapped people and starts pulling rocks away to make an exit.

Izaakse’s art really shines in the second third of the book as The Thing trades punches with The Hulk. Everything feels so heavy as these two titans hit each other with all they’ve got. The Thing’s got speed and smaller size on his side and asks what did he ever do to piss the Puppet Master off. Hulk, as the Devil he is now, chimes in that Ben married Alicia without her father’s blessing. Hulk’s got the size and raw power in the fight as his strikes cause small shockwaves and break pieces off of Ben throughout the fight.

This issue of Fantastic Four is just another amazing showcase of that spirit that Ben is so well known for. With less than an hour before he reverts back to his human form for a week, Ben tangos with the Hulk who’s shown up just in time to ruin his honeymoon with his new wife, Alicia Masters-Grimm.

The first page starts with a CRACK as the Hulk decks Ben right in the face and Ben acknowledges that the Hulk has ALWAYS been stronger than him. He also acknowledges that if he doesn’t beat Hulk now, well, he won’t have to worry about the age old question of who’ll win in a fight.

With just a few minutes left, Ben’s got nothing left in the tank. He tells himself that Alicia’s counting on him, but he can’t do it...until she shows up and gives him the pep talk that only a wife can give, allowing him the Second Wind that he needs. “No one has more heart than My Ben,” she says. Hulk rushes Ben with rage in his eyes and Ben simply cocks back, his wedding band glinting in the light and he gives The Hulk one hell of crushing left, cracking his rocky shell right open as his human timer clicks down to its last second. Hulk is laid the hell out, Puppet Master’s clay doll of Hulk is destroyed and Ben slowly transforms back into a human and slumps over from his injuries.

He wakes up a week later, back in his Thing form and laments that he missed his honeymoon as he and Alicia were gonna "make a family" if you catch his drift. She cheers him up by saying they have the rest of their lives and as a plus side, he finally beat The Hulk, ending the book on a happy note before the horrifying last few pages as The Hulk gets Puppet Master back.

Ben laughs and says that she really must have wanted to marry him as Hulk also reveals that she used one of Puppet Masters dolls to manipulate him into saying yes.

Hulk taunts him back by calling him puny, saying that he’s punching above his weight as he continues to knock pieces off of him, exposing fleshy bits underneath the rock. Ben stands his ground for a while, saying that he’s always been punching up, whether in the UCWF, Marvel’s superpowered wrestling league, or in the Marines. Everything he’s learned was on Yancy Street and he headbutts Hulk before getting leveled with one last uppercut.

I really enjoyed this book for showcasing a great character that hasn't really been having an amazing time in recent years aside from his wedding. For the most part, this Fantastic Four book has been centered on him and Alicia and the great strides their relationship has taken. However, at the same time, he was shown to be vulnerable as the Hulk cracked through his outer shell. There's just a small part of me that's afraid of what the future holds for him and that this isn't just a sign of things to come.

But for now, The Thing can finally say he beat The Hulk and that's badass. High recommend.

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Crackdown Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Broken Trust

Story Summary: The heroes take all their information to put a stop to some of the crime and corruption is the city. Some of their operation goes easy, but threats are not often what they seem.

Summary: Chase and Damien have a long overdue discussion, and Damien has an ultimatum for the heroes.

A/N: To just get the parts I have done up on a Friday, I’m hoping I can get the rest of it done by tonight. But Dark and Yancy didn’t want to work with me. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

It was Sunday, the same time that Chase liked to come over, practice magic tricks and talk. Damien was already packing up so he’d be ready to leave after practice.

Chase walked in, barely knocking, “Hey Dames, how’s yer day been?”

“The usual,” Damien answered. “Voting season is coming around again.”

“Yah going ta try an’ be mayor again,” Chase asked.

Damien seemed to be thinking on that, “This town has really turned around from how it used to be.”

��Yeah,” Chase smiled. “You’ve really helped out, why’d you want to work in politics.”

Damien shrugged, “I was steered always towards it as a child, but this city is its own beast.”

Chase nodded thoughtfully, “One last question.”

“You can ask as many as you want,” Damien promised.

The veteran hero nodded, then looked the mayor directly in the eyes, “Was any of this real ta yeh?”

Damien looked confused, “Any of what?”

Chase motioned between them, “This yeh an’ me fake friendship yah’ve been makin’ fun ‘a me wit’ cause it sure as shite ain’t funny ta me.”

“Ahh,” Damien answered in recognition. The Mayor leaned forward, “What do you think, hero?”

“I think yer a shite friend, the worst I e’er had,” Chase informed humorlessly.

However serious Chase tried to make his tone, Damien laughed all the same, a thoughtful look on his face, “At least I know how thorough your little invisible apprentice is.”

“This isn’t funny,” Chase spat, Damien still looking pleased with himself and more than a little smug. “Yer whole story about a fookin’ family, is that why yeh targeted me?”

“Well, you were the one who grew attached to me,” Damien offered. “It’s not my fault you and the entire town couldn’t do your research.”

Silver walked in at that point, “Hey, Mr. Mayor, you corrupt asshole.”

“It took you all four years,” Damien smiled, almost silently chuckling to himself, “I don’t know what’s more humiliating: the fact that I’ve been here for four years, or your little side show magic act never suspected a thing.”

“Don’t yeh fookin’ bad mouth Marv,” Chase spat, slamming a spike into Damien’s desk and the whole room supercharged with magic, painfully charging Dark’s form, bringing a pained scream from Dark. A blue and red echo, one clearly looking like Damien and the other like Celine, floated behind him for the length of the charge before Dark grabbed the spike with his aura and snapped it in half. His echoes dissipated and Dark stood in Damien’s place, smoothing back his hair and straightening his blazer.

“Amateur hour, indeed,” Dark’s ringing was in full force, a slightly more angry tone to his voice. “That was an attempt that should have been made by a more skilled mage, or at least with the mage in question present.”

“So you’re taking hosts now,” Mark tried not to sound nervous at Marvins’s enchantment clearly not working, they’d planned the whole fight around it. “Thought you hated the idea of it.”

“Define host,” Dark answered, “forcing myself to placate a thinking, slowly rotting flesh sack, does seem trivial and a waste of my energy.”

“What did yah do ta Damien and Celine?” Chase spat.

“The better question is what did they do,” Dark redirecting the conversation.

“Don’t redirect the conversation,” Chase spat. “We’re putting yer host under arrest.”

Dark laughed at that again, “Oh, like I’m so much more defeatable and able to be arrested all of the sudden. This vessel has housed me for so long it will crumble to dust if I leave it. So I’m going to propose a new plan for you heroes.”

The Entity walked around his desk, Chase taking a step back while Silver stepped in front of him protectively. “I’m not going to be placed under arrest. You heroes have two options: One, you go public with the fact that I’ve been your intrepid, hapless mayor. The town is disillusioned with the authority of the city, again, and I suddenly have more free time to run my network again. Or, two, I continue being mayor indefinitely, or at least until I get bored of being in the position again. Either way, I win and you lose.”

“Again?” Chase questioned.

Dark seamlessly turned back into Damien, his blue soul looking like it did before Marc violently ripped his soul from his body. “Damien used to be the Mayor of Egoton, and has been quite insistent on being mayor again.”

“What about the kids you kidnapped?” Silver spat angrily.

“Kidnapped?” Dark repeated, summoning his cane and smoothly tapping it to the ground. “I did no such thing.”

“How about the orphanages yeh bribed ta take a couple ‘a their kids, or the boy yeh had Ed take off the street from his actual parents.” Chase accused.

Dark gripped the top of his cane, studying them for a second or two, “You’ve been talking to Yancy.”

“An’ yer not takin’ ‘em back,” Chase threatened.

“You are not taking what is mine,” Dark threatened in return.

“Yeh don’t own children, yeh self righteous prick,” Chase spat.

The Entity could still see down the hall since Silver had failed to close it, and the demon could see J.J standing there, his pocket watch in hand. In and instant Dark’s attention went from Silver and Chase to J.J. His whole being became even colder and his shell cracked and splintered, his aura lashing out. “No!”

Dark moved through the Void and lunged for J.J, aiming for the pocket watch in his hands. “Don’t you dare!”

J.J didn’t activate his pocket watch, he pocketed it and waited for Dark to get in close to grab him by the jacket, to get his hand on some part of Dark’s actual being, but Dark was faster.

He’d been under J.J’s magic before, and while he’d been inhibited by the illusion of the Actor, he knew it was dangerous and slammed into J.J with his aura, stabbing his right shoulder with his aura and pinning him to the ground. Dark had his cane pressed into his other shoulder. There were muted, pained noises coming from the normally silent hero, but Dark was neither merciful nor lenient.

“You are not taking them from me, I will not allow it!” Dark roared. “I would sooner drown you in your own blood!

Something electric hit Dark’s back since he was so laser-focused on J.J he’d mentally forgotten about the two heroes in his mayoral office behind him. While Dark was quickly recovering, Silver slammed into Dark and threw them both through a window and to the ground outside.

“Jay!” Chase rushed over to his injured friend.

Dark was fighting against Silver, trying to tear his way back to J.J. “Let me go, what the hell do you know.”

“I’m not letting you kill someone in front of me,” Silver denied, sturdier against Dark than any other hero or human could have been in that moment.

The Entity literally growled at Silver, but when he looked back in J.J’s direction and saw a pair of black shoes.

“The Silver Shepherd should release the Entity,” the Host said as Dark took in the appearance of the young man in front of him, his long tan coat and bloodied bandages over his eyes.

“Like hell I’m letting him go,” Silver shouted. “He’s going to kill Jay.”

“The Entity will stop once he learns the mute hero cannot turn time farther back than a week,” the Host said.

Silver felt Dark stiffen as Silver was pried off of the Entity by Dark’s aura and Silver floated a bit off the ground, prepared to grab Dark if he attacked Host or went after J.J again.

Dark stood, looking over the Host, the tension slowly leaking out of him before asked, “Arthur?”

The Entity studied the Host again, giving a rather suspicious and angry glance Silver’s way, “What happened to you?”

“The Author went after the Entity’s archnemesis,” the Host answered, all Dark’s attention snapping to the Host.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything to him,” Silver quickly tried to divert Dark’s anger before it turned on him.

“Not you, you hyperactive man child,” Dark snapped at Mark. Then he became thoughtful. “However now that I say that out loud you do remind me of him.”

“I’m not your archnemesis?” Silver didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted.

“Of course not, you’re practically human,” Dark snarled.

“Regardless of the Entity’s antagonistic rivalry with the Silver Shepherd, the Actor is coming for the Anomaly and for the Entity.”

“When?” Dark demanded. “How do you know?”

“Soon,” the Host answered. “When the Author tracked down the Actor he was unprepared and controlled by his pride. So when he encountered the Actor the curtain of this world was pulled back.”

“I told you not to go after him,” Dark reminded curtly. “We are having a long talk about this afterwards.”

“And the Author did not listen,” the Host reminded. “As his punishment he was driven mad and tore his own eyes out, and the Host awoke in his stead.”

Dark just stared at the Host, his eyes huge and for the first time, Silver saw fear in his eyes. “What?”

“The Author is no more and the Host exists in his place,” the Host answered. “The Author could not handle that he wasn’t the master of his own story, that he was merely a piece on the board, and much like the Colonel, the Author’s mind gave way before the world around him did.”

The Entity seemed pinned in place, at a loss for words at first. “How different are you then, Host?”

“The Host remembers the people the Author killed, he remembers everything, including the lengths the Entity went to try and protect him and his other children despite the fact it would have been easier to abandon such a violent child.”

“I would never abandon you,” Dark promised, “even if you are different now.”

“The Host knows that now, even if the Author believed he had to compete for that affection,” the Host reassured. Then the Host ripped open a hole in the Void with his narrations, his eyes bleeding heavily.

“Stop,” Dark stepped closer, sounding agitated, “I can open the Void, you don’t need to overexert yourself.”

“The Host is not interested in returning so soon to the Manor,” The Host refused. “But he and the Entity have much to talk about.”

“Fine,” Dark huffed, walking through the portal with barely a word. “However, I am opening the next one.”

The Host smiled at Silver, “The heroes should take their wounded and regroup with their colleagues.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with that psycho,” Silver declared.

“Not too long ago such words were leveled at the Host, and the Entity would sooner harm himself than the Host,” the Host promised. “Now go, the Host cannot talk the Entity into distraction forever.”

He gave a smile with way too many teeth and went to follow Dark through the Void portal. It closed immediately as J.J was limping out of City Hall with Chase. Chase didn’t look happy, but Silver knew he deserved to be more than a little pissed.

“The others called,” Chase told him, supporting J.J’s body. “They’ve got the other kids, but the Host is in Damien’s office.”

“We should leave,” Silver said, “Host seems to have it under control, and J.J looks like he needs stitches.”

“Yeah,” Chase agreed reluctantly, looked at J.J in worry, “yer not fightin’ that arse again.”

J.J gave him a tired but belligerent glare, huffing out wordlessly.

“We shouldn’t leave Host alone, even if nothing happens,” Silver decided.

“Nope,” Chase agreed. “Take J.J, I’ll wait for Host.”

“I can’t leave you alone either,” Silver refused, but took J.J knowing it was faster and safer to fly him to Iplier.

“Let me watch after the kid, please,” Chase asked.

“Fine, don’t take any risks,” Silver demanded.

“I won’t,” Chase promised and Silver flew off to take care of Chase and meet up with the other heroes at the police station.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Darkiplier #Chase Brody #Silver Shepherd #J.J #Jameson Jackson #the Host #magic #secret identies #upset Chase #and he deserves to be upset #deception #the heroes mean well

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More Chaleigh headcannons

Because I’ve been spreading a lot of sad recently so

Who hogs the blanket? - Chuckles, Raleigh doesn't feel the need for the blankets half the time, he grew up in Alaska for gods sake, a blanket in Sydney might just finish him off. Also Chuck gives off the heat of a dying star and is always adamant about wrapping himself around Raleigh's back and causing him to almost expire from heat exhaustion. So it's less Chuck hogging the blanket and more Raleigh fighting to have the thing as far away from him as possible

Who eats the others uneaten pizza crusts? - Rals, he spent 5 years on rations, he doesn't let anything go to waste. Even before that when Richard bailed and Dominique got sick they didn't have a lot of money so every bite of food counted. They get plenty of food now but it's still a hard habit to break if its on a plate in front of him he's not gonna leave it.

Who is more likely to cry over a sad book or movie? - Honestly I think Chuck, like he's this emotionally walled off kid effectively. And he probably didn't get to watch or read a lot of stuff and when he did it will have been engineering books or something. So Raleigh comes along and he had a childhood before the kaiju attacked he was 15 before the world even started ending, he didn't even enlist till he was 17 so like he spent his childhood with films and books. So he picks these films that Chuck missed that he has to see and some of them are sad, like super sad and Chuck has spent so long bottling in any emotion that wasn't anger or smugness and Raleigh makes him feel safe so these films the sort of shock the tears out of him. And at first he's embarrassed but Raleigh is always there always comforting and honestly sometimes it's more beneficial than their mandatory therapy sessions as he feels so much safer crying about a film with Raleigh and just being normal.

Who talks smack while playing video games? - Both of them. Are you kidding me? Raleigh is a middle child like, he probably grew up with a wii, bet you he tried to beat Yancy to death with a wii remote once for blue shelling him (they hurt, my brother broke my finger with one). So like Raleigh was raised on smack talk and video games, but Chuck who no doubt missed out on a lot especially like COD or stuff, is a competitive and contrary little shit. No way is he taking anything lying down, bet you he starts teabagging Rals the first time he kills him even though he has no clue what it is or that it has a name. Also bet you they've fallen out/actually had a physical fight over Mario Party just saying.

Who sings along with the radio? - Raleigh probably, like again he was old enough when the war started. So most songs that come on the radio he will know and he'll take great delight in pissing Chuck off by singing at the top of his voice and out of tune (he can sing in tune, fairly well tbh, but were is the fun in that). Chuck surprises him though, like ok he doesn't know any of the modern stuff but he knows like everything 80's and some vague 90s stuff and Raleigh is kinda shooketh, and the kid is adorable when he knows a song on the radio and he just can't help himself singing along, (Raleigh won't say it outloud but he's not a great singer, but he loves Chuck's voice so he couldn't give a shit) also and Chuck would kill Raleigh if anyone else ever found out but Chuck knows musicals. Like he doesn't know movies but Angela loved musicals and Chuck has a playlist - he listens to it in the shower.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking? - Chuck. Raleigh had a sick mother, who lets be real he would have had to cook for as Yancy must have been working to bring some money in other than any benefits or sick pay or whatever. So Raleigh is like a super competent cook, maybe he hasn't done it in a while but it's ingrained into him. Chuck on the other hand he hasn't lived anywhere but military bases and shatterdomes since he was 12. Food just kinda appears, like he tips up to the mess hall and there it is. So the first few times it will go as expected the food isn't great, but it's edible like Chuck is too much of a perfectionist to fuck up that badly. But then he'll get a little confident a little bit cocky and will try and do two things at once and before you know it he's put a towel on a burner ring and all the sprinklers go off.

Who would throw the other into a pool? - Raleigh? Again he's a younger sibling, I feel things like that come from either having a sibling or high school shenanigans and seeing as Chuck has experienced neither he just wouldn't consider it. But Raleigh decides it would be fucking hilarious to grab Chuck off the stretcher he's been reading on by the pool bridal style and it takes Chuck a second to react first by dropping his book followed by an "Oi, Ray, fuck do you think you're doing" and before you know it the kid has been dropped in the deep end. Queue all out war, Raleigh still has a tan line in the shape of a dick on his back.

Who shops for groceries? - Raleigh, Chuck comes along and just throws garbage in the cart like he'll 100% see how many snacks he can sneak in there before they get to the check out. If Raleigh sent him alone they would have exactly nothing with any nutritional value.

Who kills the spiders? - Max, Raleigh is scared of them like not to the point where he'd die if stuck in a room with one, but he isn't getting close enough to the fucker to kill it. And Chuck well Chuck is deathly afraid, like would happily just burn the house to the ground and leave kind of afraid. He trained Max to eat spiders, because if there's even one in the room with him he can't sleep, can't focus on anything but where the thing is. Like he's slept in the mess hall a few times to avoid a spider.

Who is the morning/night person? - Raleigh is a golden retriever personified, he's all baby Anna from Frozen "The sky's away so I'm awake", so like it will be 6am and he'll be raring to go and he's not exactly quiet or tactful when he wakes up, and Chuck will be jostled awake and every morning without fail Chuck will have to debate whether he punches Raleigh hard enough in the throat that he passes out. Chuck has learned however that Raleigh will sleep in later if he's well and truly fucked the night before so that's usually his tactic, alternatively if Chuck can wake up long enough to give Raleigh a good blow job he tends to go straight back to sleep, so yeah Chuck is certainly not a morning person and has learnt to use sex or violence as a way to get more sleep.

Who proposes? - Honestly I think it would probably be Chuck, like Raleigh probably wouldn't even consider it. He loves Chuck like with his whole being, but Raleigh's experience of marriage is a father who had a whole other family and bailed on his mom so he's not exactly the sort of person who would consider it the ultimate declaration of love. But Chuck his happy memories were from when his mum and dad were together and it was the three of them and Herc still loves Angela so of course Chuck would see it as a way to show Rals he loves him and Raleigh would be so shocked and awed that Chuck would want to saddle himself with his has been ass and of course Raleigh says yes.

Who forgot to put the cat dog outside before sex? - I mean Raleigh probably as Chuck has experienced that awful feeling of eyes on him during sex only to turn and see Max staring woefully at him from across the room probably way more times than he wants to admit but Raleigh. Raleigh has probably never had a pet and has never had to worry about being watched by anything other than another human which they tend to remove themselves from the situation fairly quickly when they've grasped what's about to happen. So yeah Raleigh would forget and they'd be happily cracking on as it were and Max instead of just watching in that creepy unblinking way that pets tend to have he'd come up and actually lick any part of either body he could reach standing on his hind legs and Raleigh would actually fucking squeak and Chuck would be laughing to hard to focus on much of anything else for a good while. So they don't forget anymore.

Who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit? Chuck? Like I can see Raleigh doing more embarrassing shit, like tripping over constantly or just being a fucking dork and Chuck just films it. But Raleigh is 100% the more likely one that if Chuck did trip over or he caught him singing Les Mis or something to post it somewhere. He’s also the one that’s gonna get a bo staff to the head for the trouble but he’d probably only regret it when he’s lying in bed with the lights off because he has a minor concussion and the light makes his head want to explode but at least Chuck is stroking his hair and hasn’t turned them back on so that probably counts as a win.

Who breaks the most phones? Raleigh probably. I see him as being the clumsy one but if Chuck is mad he’s so gonna launch phones at things like walls or people. But I think Chuck accepts that failing and would have a proper case on his phone, Raleigh on the other hand is always adamant that he won’t drop this one cue two weeks later having to admit to Chuck that the screen is in a million pieces and the battery might be leaking as he dropped it off one of the engineering decks.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't? Neither? Like Raleigh isn’t that sort of cocky, he would never think he’s good at something that he isn’t - he knows what he excels at and is perfectly accepting of what he can’t do. And Chuck honestly I think he’s pretty good at a lot of things and he’s far too proud to do something that he’s bad at and wouldn’t be willing to make a fool of himself in front of others. So I think they both know what they can and can’t do

Who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed? Rals 100%. Like he’s an eternal sunshine child, he goes from 0-60 in the blink of an eye and Chuck is not into the whole being awake before a reasonable hour unless a goddamn kaiju is here and about to fuck shit up. So I don’t doubt that if Raleigh is being either too noisy or too handsy before Chuck is either willing to wake up or willing to have morning sex before having a nap then I can bet Raleigh has either been pushed/kicked out of bed forcefully onto the floor, punched somewhere usually the throat or his balls or Chuck has actively tried to smother him either with a pillow or just his own body. That and I’d put money on Raleigh taking great delight in coming back early from being outside maybe just taking max for a wee and putting his cold hands/feet against Chuck’s skin, and Chuck has just removed him not just from the bed but the entire room and left him out in the corridor until he’s ready to get up.

#chaleigh #headcannon #headcanon #raleigh becket #chuck hansen #long post

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