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winchester-books · 1 year

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My Girl

Based on - OBX

Characters - JJ x reader, Pope, Rafe

Warnings - Language, violence

W.C - 1.5k

Summary - Y/N gets caught in the crossfire between Rafe's rivalry with Pope and the pogues. Needless to say JJ is furious.

“Good God, this is a lot of shit,” you groaned as you handed Pope the last of the bags, climbing out of the boat as you did so.

He shrugged, “I guess that’s what you do when you’re rich,” he sighed, picking up a bag of groceries and a 6-pack of beers, “Order groceries and random crap while on a golf course… that’s the most ridiculous, privileged shit I’ve ever heard,”

You agreed, grabbing the remaining bags of groceries and following Pope. Knowing that tensions between Rafe and his Kook friends had been high with the pogues recently, you figured that him going alone to Figure 8 alone wasn’t the smartest decision, so you’d promised Pope you’d help him with his dad’s deliveries.

Speak of the Devil.

You slowed your pace, noticing none other than Rafe and Topper with their golf clubs in hand, “Pope!” You hissed his name through your teeth, hoping to catch his attention before the two blondes noticed you. But Pope was a few steps too far ahead of you to hear, and that’s when Rafe caught sight of him.

You watched as Rafe’s face lit up and Topper muttered something to him, shaking his head. Whatever Topper had said, Rafe had no interest and was now quickly making his way over to you and Pope.

“Well,” Rafe grinned, twirling his golf club as he spoke, “What do we have here? You two get lost or something? ‘Cause this sure as hell isn’t your side of the island,”

“Screw off, Rafe,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

Rafe bit his lip, angling his head to the side as his eyes roamed up and down your body, “No can do, sweetheart,” The nickname was sickening coming from his mouth, “You see, you’re on my side of the island- it’s my business to start asking questions,” Rafe stalked forward, eyes scanning over the the things Pope was carrying. He lifted his club, tapping on the rack of beer, “How much for a cold one, Heyward?”

“Come on Rafe, just back off,” Pope kept his eyes down, trying not to start anything with the volatile boy in front of him.

“Pope,” Rafe dragged out his name as he shook his head, a frightening smile still on his face, “Just one beer? Can’t you make an exception for a friend?”

Pope shook his head, rolling his eyes and over Rafe’s games, “They’re not for sale- they’re already paid for,”

But Rafe didn’t care. He stuck his club into the plastic bag in Pope’s other hand, yanking down and ripping it to shreds. He stood there, laughing as the groceries spilled out onto the sand.

“Dude! What the hell, man?” Pope exasperated, anger rising in his voice, “You owe me for that!”

Rafe glared at him, “I don’t owe you shit,” Rafe stepped forward, shoving his finger in Pope’s chest.

“Rafe don’t-” you flinched when Pope shoved Rafe backwards, catching the blonde boy off balance for a moment.

Rafe was grinning now, amused at the prospect of a fight. Topper lunged forward and ripped the beer from Pope’s hands, sending him sprawling to the floor in the process.

“Topper, cut it out! Someone paid for that-”

“Really, Y/N?” Rafe gave you a pointed look, his tongue swiping across his teeth, “What are you gonna do about it?” He took a few steps toward you, lifting his club until it was resting right under your chin, “Huh?”

Out of nowhere Pope was standing and flinging himself at Rafe, sending a solid punch into his jaw. Topper was quick to shove Pope in retaliation, making him stumble forward. Rafe was panting, anger coursing through him as he shook off Pope’s blow. You watched in horror as he lifted his golf club and struck it down onto Pope’s back, driving him into the sand.

“Rafe!” you screamed, but the boys were too caught up in their fight to hear your words, “Topper! Make him stop- please!”

You could see it in Topper’s eyes, he knew Rafe was taking this too far. Messing with some pogues for fun was justifiable to him, but this level of violence? The look on Rafe’s face, like he was enjoying this? He was going too far.

“Alright Rafe,” Topper tried to calm the boy who was seething above Pope, sending another hit to him with his club, “Rafe!” his tone was more serious now, “Too far! You’re taking it too far-”

Before you knew it, you were running toward Rafe, trying to do something- anything, to get Rafe to stop. Rafe brought his fist back, reeling to give Pope a blow to the face, instead his elbow nailing you in the cheek.

“Shit!” Topper ran his hands through his hair as you dropped to the sand, clutching your face, “Rafe… dude!”

You tried to sit up, still in shock from the blow. Rafe rolled his eyes, pushing you back down into the sand next to Pope with the end of his golf club, “Stupid pogues,” he muttered, leaning down close to Pope who was still gasping in pain, “Hey,” he tapped Pope on the face repeatedly until he was looking up at Rafe, “Stay the hell of Figure 8.”

“Fuck you Rafe,” you spat out, glaring at him as you cradled your already-bruising cheek.

Rafe smirked, hovering above you now, chest heaving as his raked you up and down, “That’s bold, Y/N,” he rose a brow as he nodded toward Pope’s bloody and bruised face, “You’re lucky I don’t wanna mess up that pretty little face of yours…” His smirk widened into a grin and his tongue darted past his lips. He gave you one last look, before standing up straight and picking up the discarded beers.

Topper gave you and Pope looks of pity, his mind racing at what the right thing to do was.

“Thanks for the drinks, Pope!” Rafe said sarcastically, “Topper, let’s go!” he demanded, leading the way back up the beach.

Topper frowned slightly, but turned, jogging to catch up with his friend and leaving you and Pope painting on the beach.

You turned on your side, getting a better view of Pope, “You okay?” whispered with a shaky breath.

“No.” He sighed, “You?”

You tossed your head back into the sand, exhausted and face throbbing, “No.”

“Y/N! Wanna smoke?” JJ asked, not even turning his head as he heard you and Pope walk through the chateau’s front door.

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped when you made direct eye contact with Kie, her eyes immediately noticing the purple bruise spread across the left side of your face.

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Pope trailed behind you and she caught a glimpse of him, who was in much worse shape, “Holy shit! Who did this?”

JJ practically flew off the couch with the speed he stood up at Kie’s worried cries, “Y/N?”

Pope’s eyes fell to the floor and he shook his head at Kiara’s question, “Don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled, walking himself over to the fridge and grabbing a cold beer which he used as an ice pack for his busted face.

“You need bandages,” Kie was mostly talking to herself, trying to find something useful to do to keep herself from burning down the entire island to find out who did this to you and Pope. She hurried off to the bathroom, rummaging through cabinets for some form of first aid kid.

You blinked and JJ was in front of you, worry etched all over his face as he looked at your bruise, “What… Who…” his mind was racing with questions, but he finally landed on a simple, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you winced as JJ brought his hand to your jaw, his thumb gently running over your cheek which was already turning a light purple color., “It’s just a bruise,” you assured weakly.

“Just a bruise?! The whole side of your face is black and blue!” JJ ran his hand down his jaw, getting worked up as he thought about who would do this kind of thing to you, “Who… Who did this?” he demanded.

“JJ,” you sighed, “It’s fine- we’re fine. Just leave it, you don’t need to start anything else-”

“It’s fine?” Pope perked up, repeating your words and shaking his head, “It is not fine,Y/N!” He slammed his beer onto the counter, finally reaching his breaking point, “Those selfish assholes have everything they could ever want! Yet they go out of their way to take anything we have and make our lives hell in the process!”

“Slow down!” JJ was raising his voice now too, Pope’s anger only fueling his own, “Who the hell did this?” he repeated.

“Who do you fucking think?” Pope snapped, “Rafe. Rafe, fucking, Cameron.”

“Rafe did what?” Sarah asked curiously, her and John B walking through the front door, completely oblivious to the disaster they were walking into.

“This,” Pope turned toward her, pointing at his still bloodied face, “And that too,” his finger was trained at you now, “Not to mention the hundred dollar grocery order that he destroyed and stole when I was supposed to deliver it!” He was nearly shaking with anger, trying to catch his breath.

“Shit,” John B breathed out as he looked between you and Pope, shocked to see you both so beat up.

“Get your brother under control!” Pope glared at Sarah before storming off to the bathroom where Kie was and slamming the door behind him.

Sarah opened her mouth, hurt flashing across her face at Pope’s harsh words, “I can’t- ugh, he’s not my fucking dog! What am I supposed to do about it,”

“He didn’t mean it,” John B assured her, “He’s just pissed,”

“Rightfully so,” JJ snapped up, “Rafe is a psychopath,”

Sarah didn’t argue with that.

“I’m gonna kill him- he can screw with me all he wants but you?” His eyes landed on your bruise again, “I draw the fucking line at my girl,”

John B reached out, catching JJ’s wrist before he could storm outside the door, “JJ just hold on okay-”

JJ was glaring daggers at his best friend, chest heaving with anger, “He put his hands on her,” his voice was dangerously low as he spoke.

“JJ, please,” you spoke up, managing to catch his attention, “He didn’t do it on purpose- Just drop it okay?”

“Y/N-”

“I know you’re pissed… hell, I’m pissed, but this isn’t gonna solve anything,” you grabbed his hand, “I don’t want you to get hurt too,”

JJ chewed the inside of his cheek, squeezing your hand a little tighter. If it had been anyone else telling him not to go he would’ve already been on his dirt bike by now. “Y/N,” he cupped your face with his other hand, “He hurt you… I- I should’ve been there. I could’ve stopped him, I-”

“J, this isn’t your fault okay? It’s Rafe. He’s the asshole,” You gave him a small smile, “Just drop it okay?”

JJ didn’t seem pleased, but he nodded anyway, “Fine. But I swear, if he ever even looks at you wrong again…”

You laughed him off, but you knew he wasn’t kidding, “So… you mentioned something about a joint? Because, I could really use some weed,”

He cracked a small smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “Me too,”

“Pope’s gonna need a hit too,” Kie announced, walking out of the bathroom with Pope following close behind, looking much better than he had before after she had cleaned up most of his superficial cuts.

“Yeah.. more like a few,” he groaned, plopping himself onto the couch next to Kie.

#outer banks angst #outer banks netflix #outer banks imagine #outerbanks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron

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indecenthoney · 3 months

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"Under the Influence"

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Girls like her were a dime a dozen. In a constant foul mood, due to their boyfriends. Believe me. I love to help. I've said my fair share of advice, but somehow the problem never really subsides. And so the cycle continues. Watching them guzzle down can after can; bottle after bottle. Confiding in someone rather than discussing it with the real person who needs to hear it the most.

"Hahaha... Uhm... I think you should like... slow down a bit... I mean you do know how you get when you're drunk... I don't really wanna take care of yo-... Aaaand you're opening another one... Great... One of those nights, huh? Alright, I warned you..."

Trying to communicate with an incoherent idiot who constantly complains about their dissatisfaction. And somehow. SOMEHOW getting caught in the crossfire because a small percentage of men somehow represent the whole population. Well, aren't I appreciated? I gave it the benefit of the doubt that it was the booze talking. But you couldn't blame me for opening a bottle myself. In her distress, she takes her place on my lap trying to find some warmth of solace in my proximity. My eyes slowly wander; peaking into her shirt that was so slightly lifted, exposing her panties. Only to be brought back by her sudden wails. Letting out a big sigh, I placed my chilled bottle between the gap of her thighs. My mind elsewhere even as she flinched. Not to bother myself with the details, my fingers slowly crept down her hair repeating the same mantra I've always done.

"If he wanted to... He would... Any guy would be lucky to have you... You're just... a bit dumb sometimes and you don't know what's good for you or not... I understand that you want to be happy... and he makes you happy so you don't want to give up just yet... but there's just a limit to these things... Listen... You would change for him... but ask yourself... Would he change for you? Exactly... Shhhh... Shhhhh it's okay... I'm here... Honestly... You're just a silly girl... Don't blame yourself... My brainless... hopeless... bestie... What a needy thing you are... It's funny you know... What would your pathetic little boyfriend think? All cuddled up in some random guy's arms..."

I guess after all the trouble she put me through tonight; a little payback was in order. Shades of red paint her face as my whispers filled her head. A slight unease displayed through her fidgets and shallow breaths. The chilled bottle pressed along the fabric of her panties. Pulling her in by the hips as a means to cut off any and all escape. Causing her to further ride up against the bottle. A temptuous ache begins to fester. Her head resting on the nook of my neck. Breathing heavily whilst the bottle grinds into her. The slightest of movements made it all the worse. There I was, ignorant of my own actions. Perhaps in my drunk stupor, the only thing I thought I was doing, was teasing her. So in the sudden silence, my curiosity got the best of me. What was I to do, but press forward?

"Why so quiet, hun? Did I hit a nerve? What? You don't like it when I talk about your boyfriend like that? Right... But here you are... Finding peace in another man... Oh? Someone's upset... Keep looking at me like that and I just might do something about it... That's it... Soften that look, princess... If you know what's good for you... Well, aren't you the sweetest little thing? I could just eat you up... What's wrong? You can't be fucking serious... Getting off at a time like this? On my bottle? Of all things..."

An intense look in her eyes followed every subtle action. My hand placed along the neck of the bottle for a better hold before further toying with her. The bottom edge of my drink brushing against her clit in repeated strokes. Flick and grind. There unholy noises emanated from soaked panties and hushed moans. Seeing what little control she had over the situation fade away brought a smile to my face. A sort of pleasure brought on by tension. And tension brought on by pleasure. There she was, my best friend, or well what remains. A devoted, drooling mutt at my disposal.

"Any further and this would be cheating, no? You're a good girl... Just a little dumb... I'll tell you what... We can forget this ever happened... clean up... and go about our day... Or..."

Eyes gaze longingly at possibilities unknown. Wanting more. No. Needing more. Waiting patiently for my next move. And to her surprise, my cock on full display despite my offer. Positioning my member in a questionable manner; wedged between her panties and bare pussy. Twitching idly awaiting a decision. Each twitch and throb pulling her deeper and deeper into temptation. Certainly, a fall from grace as she ruts eagerly into me. Mindless of any repercussions. Once again looking deeply into my eyes for approval.

"Hm? Hahaha... You do know that... I won't understand a damn thing if all you do is whimper... Say something... C'mon... You're a big girl, use your words... Oh? You want me to put it in? Well then beg for it... Mhm... I want to hear you say it... Admit to me how much of a desperate slut you are... What a filthy... dirty... cum rag you'll be for me... Please? Oh, hun... That's not good enough... You're gonna have to do better than that... As a matter of fact, I want you to work for it... You heard me... Fuck yourself... Your boyfriend may treat you all nice and sweet... but if you're going to be pillow princess about it... Then I might as well put you to work first... Let's see those fragile little legs of yours give out, yeah?"

Leading her to the couch, she timidly places herself atop me. Legs spread and panties pushed to the side. The tip of my cock tracing along the slit of her throbbing cunt. Her actions are only described by one word. Hesitation. And one word describing mine. Impatience. Bucking my hips, my member finds itself deep inside of her in a matter of moments. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head; completely brain-dead from the sensation of my cock filling her to the brim. I believed she needed some sort of motivation to keep things moving. And to my surprise, an opportunity vibrated on the far side of the couch. Her boyfriend. He must've worried sick. Four missed calls. I should do her a favor and pick it up for her.

"You're boyfriend's calling... Shhhh... Hey hey hey... Be normal... You wouldn't want him to find out now, would you? Exactly... Now if you don't start moving those hips... I'll do it myself... But? But nothing... You'll do exactly as I tell you or I'll have your boyfriend hear how much a needy slut you are... Understand? Good girl... That's it, hun... Fuck yourself stupid on my cock... Mhm... Does it feel good? Yeah? He's calling for you, you know? Speak up... But don't you dare forget to move those hips... Hop on it, slut... What an obedient fuck bunny you are..."

It was honestly sweet, hearing her boyfriend apologize so earnestly about his flaws. It could bring a tear to your eye. If only she wasn't making such a slutty face right now. Grinding those hips against my cock with a little bounce in her step. My thumb running circles around her needy clit. Tongue sticking out as she pumps herself full of me. I wasn't even sure if she was saying "I love you" to me or him at this point.

"Mm... F-fuck... That's it... That's a good girl... You know what you're good for... Such a disgusting... filthy... mmph... whore... Hahhaha... Your cunt was made to please men... and you know it... You're not even listening to a damn thing your boyfriend is saying, are you? You sadistic fuck... You don't even care... Poor thing... It's okay Mr. Boyfriend... I'll punish this cheating slut for you..."

Nearing my climax, I threw her off my lap before pinning both her hands causing her to drop her phone. Mounting her into a partial mating press as I lifted one of her legs to her chest. Fucking into her even after my climax had reached its peak. Continually rutting in the most animalistic way possible. No pretty words. No temptation. Just the need to fuck. Who cared if we got caught? Who cared if she got pregnant? If her little boyfriend has a problem, I'll kill him. And I'll fuck her again and again and again-

"Mmm... You look absolutely spent... Hahahah... and won't you look at that? You made the right call on hanging up... I would've fucked you regardless if he was hearing us or not... That's my princess... Such a good job... Let's keep this a secret, yeah? I look forward to our next session..."

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Drink responsibly,

Honey

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brothermoth · 1 month

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1890s America and Red Dead Redemption

Part One: Violent Delights and Violent Ends

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The latter half of the 1800s was a time characterized by struggle. Off the back of the Civil War, a country divided in not two but four by the rising industry to the east and the stubborn pastoralism of the west. The southern portion of the country beaten down, burned and disgraced, and the northern portion rolling in gold and prosperity. Whether they knew it or not, the common American had their life ultimately shaped by these divisions.

As the opening lines of Red Dead Redemption 2 state: "The age of outlaws and gunslingers was at its end" (Rockstar, 2018). Yet contrary to the following text, America was far from becoming a "land of laws". Laws for the poor, perhaps, but the wealthy still thrived and skirted just beyond the boundaries of human decency.

From the 1870s to the 1920s, miners and railroad workers unionized and carried out often violent protests in the hopes of gaining better working conditions. The poor had little but their fists, and they had no qualms about using them. It is in this turmoil we find Dutch Van Der Linde with his Robin Hood-esque visions of a crumbling elite and prospering poor. The struggle between workers and their iron-fisted overseers was bloody, and Dutch would not have it any other way. Those he took under his wing were the beaten down lowest tiers of society. How could they not see him as a shining idol of American idealism? What he wants, what he fights for, it is for them. Outcasts with nowhere else to turn, given a cause and a home and something that perhaps felt real to them for the first time in a long time.

Race is a topic not wholly explored, but touched on certainly within the game. Tensions rose as racial divisions were made even clearer, black Americans fighting for their own foothold in a world that has just opened up to them and their children. Lenny Summers is the first in generations to be born free of slavery. Javier comes from a country that has been terrorized by colonialism and corruption, yet he still dreams of returning. 1890s Mexico (and what we see in RDR1) is a topic of its own, though the spirit of people downtrodden by colonialism is echoed throughout both games. Sean, who was chased from the country his father fought for. Whose father was killed in his own bed, likely in the same room as his son. Violence in this world is inescapable, a swirling vortex that consumes everything in its path.

Dutch embraced this, as many leaders of the past and future have. If you cannot fight with peace, then sticks and stones make for much better conversation. I can't say I disagree with him, in all honesty, and that is what makes him so fascinating. He's right. He has a point, a cause. What went so wrong? Do heroes not get a happy ending?

In 1892, railroad employees of Carnegie Steel in Pennsylvania's Homestead plant went on strike when chairman Henry Frick cut their pay dramatically. 300 agents of the Pinkerton detective agency arrived, escalating tensions. Violence erupted, the Pennsylvania national guard was called. Sixteen men were killed.

Leviticus Cornwall is Andrew Carnegie, Andrew Carnegie is Leviticus Cornwall. The Pinkertons are rightful villains in our narrative, the gang is a thorn in their side which must be cut free. Law and order, right? Dutch was right, his killing of Cornwall was arguably deserved. Yet what makes it so wrong?

Dutch's actions are selfish, in the end. Not because he doesn't care for the people around him, as I believe he truly does. He sees things getting worse and worse and only digs in his heels. Dutch is the American Dream. The bloody messiah to the poor and disadvantaged. He guts them the same as any railroad magnate. Power corrupts, this is what we learn. Power and vitriol and paranoia. The people left struggling in his wake are the common folk who get caught in the crossfire, used and abused only to prove a point. They know nothing but violence, and who is to tell them otherwise? Even Arthur in his end of life maturation cannot pry himself free. He kills and kills and in the end he dies for it. Even John, who tried to leave it behind. Even Sadie, who was ruined by it, embraced it in the end.

The American dream is indecipherable from the American nightmare. They are lovers and companions. There is nothing to do but fight, and even then you have no hope of winning. It's a beautiful tragedy, is it not? All these people who never had a chance, yet who tried anyway. Workers who gained little and lost everything still took their signs and marched for what was right. Black Americans who were beaten down again and again still got up each and every day and did whatever it was they had to do. Native Americans, who were nearly erased. Who still cling to their heritage and claw back what has been stolen. Red Dead Redemption is about the small people. The forgotten in the annals of American history.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan

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scarfwrites · 11 months

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um so (I'm so sorry I'm new to tumblr and I have never asked a question so I don't really know how this works, I apologise if I am doing something wrong) so I was going to ask if you can write a short fan fic iwaizumi x reader (female or gn) basically the reader is insecure and they start overthinking their relationship, iwa reassures them and showers them with sm love but I want it to be a little angsty in the beginning and then fluff, it's alright if you ignore this request, btw I wanted to say that your writing is awesome :)

Enough For Me

❅Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Angst

❅Pairings: Iwaizumi x Reader

❅Warnings: none

❅ Summary : You couldn’t brush of those thoughts that told you that you weren’t good enough for Iwaizumi. But Iwaizumi reassures you are more than enough for him

❅A/N : I just wanna say thank you for the request! DW you’re doing great! I loved making this (mostly because iwa is my fav hehe) Also thank you so much! It honestly makes me really happy that you like my works 💙💙💙

This also made me slightly tear up

As you make your way to the bleachers you see the crowds of people cheering for your boyfriends team. From the liveliness you can assume that his team was winning. It made you smile seeing the people cheer for Hajime everytime he landed a spike. The unwavering support your boyfriend’s team gets is something you wish you’d have in your performances.

“To you!” Oikawa sets the ball to the ace to which he spikes, causing their final point and ending the game in their victory. The crowd's cheering is almost deafening. You hear the people around you talking to each other about the game.

|“Oikawa’s sets are so good!” |

|“No wonder why their team won!”|

|“Have you seen their ace Iwaizumi? His strength and power are unmatchable to the other team”|

|“They’re all so handsome! Do you think we could have a chance with Iwaizumi or Oikawa”|

|“Do you see how well they play? Only someone as talented as them would have any sort of chance with one of them”|

That last sentence stung your heart deeply. You’ve always felt like you weren’t enough for Hajime. Before the thoughts could fully cloud your mind you brushed it off as it was time to celebrate, afterall your boyfriend’s team just won. You waited outside the locker room but as you see Oikawa and Hajime walk out they get clouded by a lot of fan girls. You hid behind a pillar in order to not get caught by the crossfire from the amount of squealing the fangirls were making.

“You’re so amazing Oikawa!” A fangirl squealed

“You did so well!” Another fangirl squealed

“Thank you but no need for the flattery afterall I couldn’t have done it without my team” Oikawa said nobly making Iwaizumi roll your eyes which you couldn’t help but giggle

“So talented and such a gentleman!” the fangirls let out a ear shattering scream

“You did so well with those spikes Iwaizumi!” a fangirl praised which surprised Hajime

“Thank you?” He responded astonished as he wasn’t used to getting compliments when Oikawa was right next to him

“You’re so strong! And so fit! Surely you’ve got a girlfriend!” The fangirl scanned Hajime’s build

“Uh yeah I do” Hajime scratched the back of his head

“That girl must be as talented as you! They must be so lucky! I’m so jealous!” the girls continued to squealed

You felt your heart sink again. You were glad of course that Hajime was getting praised, afterall he most definitely deserves it. He’s been open about feeling insecure that he wasn’t as good as Oikawa. But at the same time you couldn’t help but feel that belief makes you unworthy of him. Sure in academics you both would be equally matched but anything other than that you felt below him. Those praises just reminded you of how unworthy you are compared to him. The fog in your head lifts as you feel someone’s hand placed on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Why are you awkwardly standing there? You look so lost” Iwaizumi chuckled to himself

“Oh sorry! I was just thinking of something” you lied

“Is anything bothering you? You can tell me anything” Iwaizumi held your hands a gesture making your heart flutter

“Yeah I know don’t worry” you smiled making Iwaizumi smile back as he looked over to his friend

“Looks like Shittykawa over there is getting too ahead of himself again” Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes at the captain surrounded by his fangirls

“When is he not” you joked making Iwaizumi chuckle

“I’ve gotta get going,” Oikawa smiled, trying to leave “Iwa-chan! Y/N-chan! A little help!” Oikawa called out as the both of you look at each other

“Wanna ditch him?” Hajime smirked which you nod mischievously

“HEY! WHERE ARE YOU BOTH GOING?! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” you hear Oikawa’s voice echoing as the two of you dash out of there leaving him with his fangirls

Your mind was clouded with all those thoughts about what people said to your boyfriend. Were you really enough for him? You tried so hard not to give in to those thoughts but everywhere you went with him as people stared you couldn’t stop those thoughts from plaguing your mind. As you walk down the hallways you see people all around you staring at the both of you. You try to look away and fight those thoughts but you couldn’t help it with all those whispers in your head.

|“Are they dating?”|

|“Iwaizumi has a girlfriend?”|

|“Isn’t that the same person who follows his team like a dog?”|

“Hey, are you alright?” You both stopped as you look to see Iwaizumi’s concerned face

“Huh? oh yeah! I’m fine” you faked a smile as Iwaizumi reaches one hand to wipe a tear from your eyes

“Y/N you were squeezing my hand and now you’re tearing up” Iwaizumi held your cheek “Hey, if there’s anything wrong you can tell me” Iwaizumi looked you eye to eye as you felt overwhelmed with those thoughts

One side desperately wanted to tell him, another side was convinced of how much of a hassle you were being and confessing to your problems would only add on to that.

“Y/N I’m here for you… If anything’s bothering you we get through this together right?” Iwaizumi spoke softly though as you were about to speak you hear the bell ring signalling that class was about to start

“Oh! We’re both gonna be late!” You panicked as you try quickly to get away

“Y/N…” Iwaizumi frowned

“Let’s talk later! We can’t be late!” you chuckled nervously as Iwaizumi

calls out to you though you had already ran away towards your classroom making him sigh

Your heart sank well knowing that Iwaizumi is now worrying about you. You really didn’t want to feel more of a hassle then you already were. As Iwaizumi went towards the gym all he felt was distress knowing something was bothering you. You were the type to always be helpful and kind towards others, putting them first and never speaking about your own well being. You were always great comforting him and his team with their own problems but now he couldn’t do anything to find what’s been bothering you.

“Earth to Iwaizumi!” Makki waves a hand at Iwaizumi’s face

“Sorry…” Iwaizumi wiped his face as he stood up

“Something bothering you?” Makki asked as he looked at the vice captain

“Something’s bothering Y/N and they won’t tell me anything” Iwaizumi sighed deeply

“They have been acting differently lately” Makki noted

“Sounds like Y/N alright” Matsun commented

“That reminds me they never spoke about their problems like… ever?” Oikawa put a finger on his chin as he thought

“Yeah unlike you” Makki and Matsun snickered as Oikawa glared at the both of them

“They were slightly tearing up earlier today… Something bad is bothering them a lot” Iwaizumi frowned

“After school why don’t you talk to them? Or better yet when they come here while we’re on break” Oikawa suggested placing his hand on his best friend’s shoulder as he nodded

Iwaizumi waited and waited for you to come to the gym, but you never came. Even during their break which you usually come with to spend time with the whole team you weren’t present. He wasn’t worried till hometime as you were nowhere to be seen.

"That’s weird Y/N hasn’t visited us once today" Oikawa said as he drank water

"Do you think they’re avoiding me?" Iwaizumi spoke looking down

"Maybe they don’t want to talk about what’s been bothering them?" Kindaichi spoke his mind out loud

"Y/N always avoids confrontation so it could be true" Matsun nodded

"Why don’t we all look for them around the school and if they aren’t there we’ll call their friends" Oikawa suggested as Iwaizumi got up and ran out quickly

"And off he goes" Makki said

Iwaizumi looked everywhere for you but you were nowhere to be found. Were you really avoiding him? He was about to give up searching for you till he remembered your favourite spot where you both hung out if you wanted to spend time alone together. He rushed towards the backstage in the auditorium and found you sitting in your room.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Iwaizumi rushed towards your aid as his eyes widened in shock seeing your teary-eyed face

“H-Hajime? I didn’t know you were all still here!” You tried wiping the tears off your face as you were embraced with a tight hug

“I’m sorry for not being here Y/N…” he spoke softly as his hug tightened “Please, whatever’s been bothering you… let me be there for you” you hear his voice quiver as he never let go

You felt a rush of emotions overwhelm you. It was a first letting everything out of you in front of someone let alone your boyfriend. You’ve never shown Iwaizumi your vulnerable side, afraid of what he’d think of you. You felt so relieved that you were able to show him that you were feeling bothered after so long. Iwaizumi felt a wave of despair now knowing how much you’ve bottled inside from the amount of tears you poured. You felt his tight hug never let go accompanied with his words to comfort you. You felt all the tension and insecurities wash away and after a while you stopped crying.

“You ready to talk now?” Iwaizumi asked softly as he rubbed your back while you silently nod

“I’m sorry for all this…” you spoke quietly as he gave a sympathetic look

“It should be me apologising… I’m sorry you’ve had to bottle all this up” Iwaizumi expressed his remorse

“No… I shouldn’t have hidden this from you… I knew you wouldn’t hate me but… I didn’t want to be a hassle to you with all this unnecessary problems” you looked down as your eyes start to tear up again

“Don’t say your problems are unnecessary they’re just as important as anyone else’s” Iwaizumi placed his hand on your chin to face him “You’re never a hassle to me” he smiled softly

“What’s been bothering you?” He looked at you

“Everyone’s always saying how you should get someone as talented as you or Oikawa. No one looks at me at my performances the way people look at you hitting a great spike. It makes me feel that you don’t deserve me and deserve someone better” you explained everything that’s been bothering you making the sadness you felt come crashing back in

“Hey hey, don’t say that about yourself you are more than enough for me” he wiped the tears falling from your cheeks “You aren’t untalented, you can sing beautifully enough to move us all. You are incredibly sympathetic and kind compared to anyone I've ever met. You put all of us first before yourself and you always cheer us up when we're down. If anything that makes you so much more of a great person” Iwaizumi smiled as he described what he thought of you making you blush beet red “You shouldn’t beat yourself up Y/N I don’t care about what any of those people say” he said firmly “You’re not perfect but you’re more than enough for me and I love you for that” He leaned in and pulled you for a soft peck on your lips

“Thank you Hajime…” you smiled softly as you buried your head in his chest making him chuckle

“Anytime, love” he softly whispered to you

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi fic #haikyuu angst #iwaizumi fanfic #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi x y/n

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Name Etymology

Rift has ADHD and got bored very easily. He loved climbing furniture and anything that didn't move. However, when there was nothing to climb or fidget with, he loved to cause trouble between the other cadets. He'd plant little pieces of false information, creating squabbles among the cadet friend groups, then sit back and watch the fallout. He caused so many rifts between friends that he was labeled a menace among the cadets. He still is.

Personality

Rift is one of the middles of Phoenix Squad, and isn't in charge of anything, for good reason. He has the most unhinged personality in the squad. An absolute sweetheart, through and through, but he is chaos incarnate and addicted to all things sugar. He is easily excited, loves to have a good time, and takes life in stride. There are not many things that can put Rift in a bad mood, so he tends to be the comedic relief for the squad.

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Physical Appearance

Rift has the standard clone physique, but enjoys working out to get rid of his pent up energy. He shaves his head and face smooth because the hair bothers him way too much. He doesn't have any piercings, but he does have a back tattoo of a lightning strike, as well as the memorial tattoo on his chest for Chance.

Character Art:

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Character Timeline

Early Cadet Years:

CT-1971, or Rift, was probably the most excited tubie to ever be decanted in the history of cloning. He was energetic from day one and scared a lot of the Kaminoan scientists with his unhinged chaos. The squad had trouble acclimating to Rift's personality, most notably Drip, who loved peace and quiet. Rift spent most of his time doing all sorts of physical activities. As a cadet, Rift dreamed of being a pilot in the GAR.

Invasion of Kamino:

During the invasion of Kamino in 21 BBY, Rift and the other members of Phoenix Squad followed Tungst to the outer rings of Tipoca City as part of the frontal assault. With limited resources and training as a seventh year, Rift used whatever armor and blaster Tungst gave him. During the firefight, Chance left his position behind the barricade with Drip to render medical aid to a group of wounded clone cadets caught in a blast. Rift didn't notice Chance leave because he was in the middle of some crossfire. When the commotion arose between Brett and Tungst, Rift turned to check it out just in time to see the missile explode. Rift pulled back behind the barricade after the dust settled, unsure of why they regrouped, and watched Chance die in Tungst's arms.

Aftermath of Chance's Death:

After Chance's death, the squad was never quite the same. Rift, the happy-go-lucky of the squad struggled. Not only was he sad that his brother was dead, but he also had to watch as his family fell apart in front of him. Tungst and Brett constantly fought. Drip was depressed and Gloss was withdrawn. None of his jokes worked anymore. After Drip attempted to end his own life over Chance's death, Rift visited Drip in the medbay and put some of Chance's favorite candy at his bedside table.

Order 66:

Order 66 was just another day for Phoenix Squad. Rift received the news of the Jedi betraying the Republic from Tungst and their training continued without much interruption.

Destruction of Tipoca City:

Imperial Service:

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Updated: 5/11/2024

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*When I commissioned Eps to make the character banners, I sent her some stick figure references I made in Canva. For laughs and giggles, I've added it to the post.*

#tbbb's OCs #tbbb masterlist #oc: rift #phoenix squad #clone oc

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sapphire-mage · 1 year

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Y'all Mind if I Praise Subspace Emissary?

Talk about Peach's characterization in the Mario got me remembering an entire sequence of scenes in Subspace Emissary from Super Smash Bros Brawl, and it still blow my mind how we had this sequence of...

Peach and Zelda (later disguised as Sheik) get rescued from their imprisonment and are told by Solid Snake to stay put. They ignore that order and explore Meta Knight's ship, The Battleship Halberd, on their own adventure.

Peach, sweet lovable flower that she is, gets caught up in the crossfire between Fox McCloud's Arwing and the Halberd's cannons. Sure, Fox should probably be more carefully, but those guns DO need to be disarmed. So, he's sticking to the mission. She handles it well, save for one hit that Fox lands too close for comfort.

THIS PISSES ZELDA/SHEIK OFF, which leads to THIS BADASS EXCHANGE! And the two start to face off, and we as the player are like, "Oh shit! We about to do a Sheik versus Fox duel? We going back to Melee with these two? Time for wave dashing and Final Destination? But then Peach interrupts with this:

Peach offers a cup of tea, bringing peace between the two Melee monsters (plus, Peach is a Melee monster herself). And it's like, 'OH! I guess that got resolved! They're good now, right?' WRONG!

This thing, constructed by a variety of shadowy Mr Game and Watches, attacks them. And we, the player, get amped up, knowing we're about to have a showdown with Peach, Sheik, and Fox at our side, right?

BUT THEN!

Snake and Lucario show up, knowing full and well they caused this monster to manifest off screen. And the two of them are not exactly ones two back down from messes they made themselves.

So the two join the first, and you're like, "ALRIGHT! Five characters this should do the trick, right?"

WRONG!

Falco, who has been flying around like Fox was previously, decides to abandon ship and join in on the fight, because dammit: They are not about to have this giant showdown on the front deck of the battleship... WITHOUT FALCO LOM-FREAKING-BARDI! Attention whore (compassionate) that he is.

And then you fight them. And you're like, "Wow! All six of these characters in my roster! This is great!"

And when the fight ends, you get one more character.

Because Peach befriends Mr Game and Watch, allowing him to join us. And it's all so glorious, as all the characters truly act as they would in these situations. And I love it so much.

To be clear: This isn't a critique of the Mario movie version of Peach. I actually think that version of Peach will be very entertaining and likable. The key thing with Peach, for me, is that as long as she has love and empathy in her heart driving her every decision, she is a good Peach.

Honestly, the main point I want to make is that Subspace Emissary is very, very good, and we gave Brawl too much shit for 'not being Melee' at the time.

#Super Smash Bros #Princess Peach #long post #Brawl #subspace emissary #Sorry I needed to let this out

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hollowsart · 1 year

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Cryptid Crawler Spiderverse info master post

Rogues Part 4 🦏🏖🛠️

VERY long post ahead!

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==[[Rhino]]==

Alexandra O’Hirn

Shared a cell with Sandlady where she shared her story that lead her to their first meeting, and likewise, Sandlady shared hers, too.

Alexandra had been accused of a crime she didn’t commit, but due to her appearance and demeanor.. life was against her. She agreed to serve, not wanting to make any big scene.

However, Alex had a track record for her reckless behavior (always out of a good place and her trying to do a good deed, but her intentions were always misconstrued), and that record caught the attention of Kingpin who bailed her out and had her brought in to his facilities to test her true strength and power and fit her with the Rhino Suit.

She didn’t like what was happening and the orders and demands of Kingpin and took off with the suit still on, destroying the research and all in her wake before she escaped. They won’t be making anymore suits for a long time.

Alex stuck in the suit as she hasn’t been able to figure out how to take it off just yet, getting around has been hectic, causing lots of unwanted trouble.

Despite her immense size and imposing presence, Alex is very kindhearted and would rather send time helping and protecting. Her suit, which she can remove if desired via the yellow diamond button on her lower sternum, makes stopping when she starts charging very difficult. She’ll do her best to try and avoid obstacles and pedestrians to spare them.. but accidents do happen.

She and Sandlady are less villains and more so anti-villain in archetype.

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==[[Sandlady]]==

Wilhelmina Baker

Refers to herself as ‘Sandlady‘ because “I am a lady.” and will get upset if being referred to as ‘Sandwoman’. She has attacked JJJ for this once before.

Wilhelmina had been a lifeguard before and it was an accident that caused a life to be lost under her care and watch.. she failed her duties and feels immense guilt and regret. She wants to make amends and atone for this.

She had been sent out for community service. Alas, her placement was to clean up a sketchy coastline beach.. a horrible accident occurred and required evacuation, but she got stuck and had to hide in the sand and muck….. and from the exposure of the incident, she was unfortunately irreversibly changed and merged with the sand.

The beach she was cleaning was owned by/near one of Kingpin’s secret facilities.. Sandlady & Rhino’s events were tied with Kingpin, be it intentional (rhino) or not (sandlady).

Wilhelmina trying to get used to her new transfigured body, figuring things out and wondering why her life has gone this way.

Along with Rhino, she has become a sort of mother figure toward Acedia, even despite their encounters and fights. As well, during some later on shenanigans she has encountered and adopted a Sandman from another universe as her son. Adoring and helping him like a mother.

Although Wilhelmina puts on a feisty and hotheaded demeanor, she is actually quite sweet and keeps to herself. Sometimes.. she’ll go back to the beach she worked, the east coast.. blend in with the sand and slip away under the water and help carry some people back to shore if they need it. A small act of kindness she performs anonymously.. her true nature is one of wanting to help.

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==[[Tinkerer]]==

Phineas Mason

Mason was once a well respected scientist in his youth, having a wonderful wife and a happy life. His work was really well received in his younger years, having books published regarding his works and such. However, his work started to take a turn and whether that was against his will or not, one thing lead to another and his wife was caught in the "crossfire" so to speak. He lost her and fell into a deep depression, but never having the time to process and mourn as he went into hiding and took on some work to force himself to never think about her.

Along with losing his wife, he later in his older age learns his son was also murdered due to family business, leaving his granddaughter to come live with him. He’s very rusty with other human interactions and raising a child, but he is honestly and genuinely trying his best.

Mason still wears his wedding ring, never having ever really recovered from the loss of her. He.. still misses her dearly. It’s affected his health and psyche.

He’s a recluse, usually stays in doors inside his unassuming home where he lives alone with his granddaughter. only occasionally does he leave when his work requires it. He does his best to stay off the grid while living so out in the open. He used to be a great scientist when he was younger, written a few books, but he popped off the grid and hid away for decades.

During one of his rare outings he encountered Beck seeking shelter from authorities and since then he’s offered to occasionally offer Beck a place to stay in the guest bedroom while Beck hops around from one living space to the next and relocating his base of operations when it’s been found.

Norman learns of Mason’s whereabouts, having his granddaughter working as a receptionist for his company building. Literally the only power he has over Mason is having power over the employment of his granddaughter. Mason knows and has put up extra safety measures around the house, rigging it for safety and having a whole security camera system and all. However, there isn’t really much Norman can do.

Reason why Norman– and even a couple other high power criminals and governments– want Mason is because he has almost any and every little piece of dirt and information and data on anyone and everything. He knows a lot more than you would think. He does anonymous commission work, crafting gadgets, tools, weapons, and experimenting on whatever he is paid to do. He does have his own moral code and restrictions he puts in place for his field of work.. however, he has become a bit desperate for security and money in recent years, he’s been having to step out of his boundaries for work a few times.

Mason uses a fake name anytime he is doing anything outside of the house, placing orders for delivery and all, it’s how he’s stayed hidden for so long. He keeps a lot of secrets, even from his own family.. He’s been trying to be more open and less secretive with his granddaughter tho after a particular incident with Acedia coming to see him for some dire info.

He’s developed a friendship with Quentin, Adrian, and even Otto. So, despite everything above, his life isn’t so bad or sad and lonely as it had been. Things have gotten better and he’s getting better, too.

Mason eventually adopted a stray cat and named it Beck. While out manually collecting data from some sourced as he needed a closer/stronger signal and while he’s in a little hiding spot, the cat came rushing over toward his area which would be seen as shelter to any animal and doesn’t even care as it crashes onto Mason’s lab and onto his laptop. Deja vu. Beck was also on his laptop and tackled him while seeking “shelter" or protection when they first met.

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#Ghostie mumbles #the rhino #The Sandman #flint marko #alex o'hirn #the tinkerer #phineas mason #spiderverse #//long post

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I genuinely believe that Ky is one of the better written characters in all of guilty gear. His entire arc is defining what justice is to him.

It’s interesting to see a literal white knight lawful good archetype break their pedestal without veering into misanthropy. He’s so devoted to being good that willing to toe the line of honor and legality.

His characterization in his cringefail cop era was naive but not innocent. This is probably due to his lack of a proper childhood. The fact that he was brought up in a structure as rigid as the Holy Order and has known nothing but war plays into how he struggles so badly in peacetime. The revelation that gears could have free will is enough to get him caught in a morality mix up.

He genuinely believed that his role in IPF was enough to convince the PWAB to not use the golden disks until officers started to shoot at Sol against his wishes. I just find it funny that by the time his run is done with the IPF the people he ends up letting escape are: rogue Japanese Anji Mito, the Jellyfish Pirates, and a literal Command Gear. Not to mention all the times Sol escaped him. The man gets handed nothing but Ls, intentionally.

However, what I like about kyle the most is that his mistakes are punished by the narrative. His entire relationship with Sin shows that his ideals have caused tangible harm to those he cares about. By his depressed king era his actions get his kid caught in the crossfire of his personal crusade for justice. I like that Sin’s issues don’t immediately get resolved in Overture and even Sign despite people like Sol and El telling him that his dad is a good person who only had the best intentions. Ky just takes Sin’s disrespect towards him because Sin deserves to be mad.

Anyways, ky is a precious meow meow of a character that deserves a break. His personal values haven’t really changed, it’s more that they’ve been broadened. By strive, kyle has learned the true definition of what justice is to him: a mother in law.

Yeah, I agree with all of this. He is lawful good, but he absolutely bends or otherwise navigates around the laws he follows, without breaking them entirely, if he has to. And he makes so many mistakes along the way and somehow manages to handle them gracefully. With all Ky's been through, it would've been entirely understandable if he just said fuck it one day and started doing whatever he felt like to get stuff done, even if people got hurt, but he didn't even once.

I think Ky's the kind of dude where if he makes a mistake and finds out it hurt people, he'd go to a seminar or start reading books to make sure he didn't make that mistake again haha. Ky'd be that straight dude near the front of the pride parade hyping up the shy gays. King ally

#asks #Sorry this took like almost a week to answer x_x #Last week took all my brain power to get through and I saw a long ask in my inbox and didn't have enough think points to get thru it lol

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 2 years

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I watching hells kitchen at the moment ( because I love how Gordan is pissing at everyones legs)

So the Question: could I get some Headcanons for the Mecs how they would behave in a really really fancy Restaurant( like they are ordered the be there so no reason for "they simply aren't going xD) ( I see it right in front of my eyes how Sniper just nopes right out of the restaurant)

Feel free to Ignore

I hope you can pet a really cute Puppy today

And may the Puppy licks you're nose 🙏

well I call my dog a puppy still, and he loves giving kisses.. so mission accomplished!

Scout: fancy? oh hell yeah he can do fancy. he can run laps around fancy, no one will have known what fancy was until he walks in the room! he’s cock of the walk until he looks at the menu. and then he’s leaning over and asking Spy what each thing is. he’s the fancy-pants of the group, help a guy out here!

Soldier: he has to be reminded to lower his voice numerous times or else they’re going to be kicked out. all that does is start a rant about how he’d like to see them try and he’ll take them all on. and if Spy happens to get caught in the crossfire, then it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make! someone orders for him during this and apologizes for their friend’s behavior - he’s never been out in public before..

Pyro: they do surprisingly well. everyone is impressed. their table gets many looks for having someone decked out in a gasmask and rubber suit (and another in a ski mask) sitting with them. they don’t order anything to eat, since that would require them to remove their mask and they’re not willing to do that in public. instead after they leave, whoever is driving Pyro takes them through a drive-thru and lets them take something back to the base

Demoman: he’s admittedly a bit nervous, taking extra time to make sure he looks the part. and once he gets there, he’s an absolute gentleman the entire time. the waiter does ask about the eyepatch, and their portion of the restaurant quiets down to listen to his tale. it helps relax him after that and for the remainder of the night, he’s chatting with other tables and staff

Heavy: he’s never been to a fancy place like this before. he knows how to act regardless but he’s not quite accustomed to this type of setting. everything seems so tiny, and the menu confuses him. he winds up ordering whatever Medic gets, it seems like the safest bet. he’s quiet for the rest of the evening, more people watching - both other patrons and his own teammates. he’s just impressed they weren’t kicked out almost immediately

Engineer: he does fine, he’s not thrilled about the idea but he does fine overall. he knows how to handle himself in professional settings, he’s been to many fancy dinners with people he works for. he’s just not a fan of the stuffy attitude that comes with it. he’s very polite to the staff and tries to chat with the others to keep the mood high

Medic: he rolls his eyes when they’re ordered to go. he loathes the idea but if he must. he dresses excellently and plays the part quite well. he complains under his breath about how this is cutting into his lab work and criticizes the entire menu. he spends the majority of the night complaining in German to Heavy, who is nodding quietly and letting him let it all out

Sniper: he didn’t even have anything to wear! he hates it but he handles it just fine. he’s just tense and was ready to go the moment they walked in. it’s too posh for his liking, he’s never heard of a place not showing the prices on the menu! he settles enough to at least enjoy the steak he’d ordered

Spy: he fits right in, this is nothing to him. he’s been to many Michelin Star establishments as well as worked int kitchens himself for jobs. the others envy how at home he seems. he’s very critical about his food however. even if this isn’t on his dime and the company is paying for it, he will not tolerate simply decent food. he may not cause a scene, but he won’t be recommending it to anyone if it’s not to his liking

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell

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missjinglecoco · 1 month

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So, I did wanna kind of get into Gabriel’s backstory since I put a little thought into it so, I do hope that people like it! So, Gabriel wasn’t born with his powers — if a previous ask didn’t make it clear — but they happened because of a field trip gone wrong.

Gabriel used to go to a school for kids that were pretty good at specific things ( ex: Gabriel was really good at writing and even spelling bees so, one of his old teachers nudged the concept to his parents ) and their school - alongside five other schools - were sent to a specific science lab that the more science branded kids were expected to do. And it was for students that wanted to try out other things and to gain their interests - Gabriel was one of those people.

One of the items that students could look out ended up going havoc, and exploded while the students were still in the building, causing the facility to break apart because of it’s impact.

There was a total of fifteen casualties from fire and debris. Four survivors; Gabriel being one of the four. Because of the explosion, Gabriel’s right hearing was gone and from his injuries, the chemicals were mixed into his system as a process.

His powers came to a start after a defibrillator was used in order to bring him to life — as I’ll be honest, the chemical that basically gave him his powers nearly killed him as he was so young and unexperienced in being able to contain it. His powers had even caused a temporary power outage in the hospital.

It did leave his parents and two sisters startled, and Gabriel was never the same because of it. But he tried not to let the accident ruin his life, even if the lingering trauma still clings to him.

Everything looked fine.

Until his childhood friend was murdered due to their neighborhood’s gang activity went too far, and she was caught in the crossfire…something that didn’t do well with Gabriel.

This gang — known as the Spade Kings — were always frequent in their troubling behavior. They intimidated. Stole, beat and did whatever they liked; especially when the police in their neighborhood were no good.

And a grieving 14 year old with superpowers isn’t a good mix. It makes you want to take matters into your own hands.

Soon, Gabriel began working as the disguised vigilante known as Zip Flash, dealing with the Spade Kings from time to time, bank robberies and even the occasional run of the mill villain that caught his eye.

During the time of his story, his family knows of his powers - but everyone except his older sister don’t know that he works as Zip Flash. And he’d like to keep it that way until he can figure out a way to tell them.

Honestly, Gabriel was inspired by Spider-Man and even Static Shock on being a teenaged superhero, as well as being the hero for the “little people” like Spiderman is usually depicted to be!

#invincible oc #invincible #oc; gabriel thomas

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msfbgraves · 3 months

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Writing abusive relationships: the confrontation

It doesn't matter if you're writing The Karate Kid or Cinderella, if you're writing about abuse, you need a confrontation - one at the beginning and at the end. The first confrontation is to show how dangerous the bully/abuser really is - for Karate Kid, that's the first time Johnny and Daniel square off. Daniel is no coward, but Johnny is a trained martial artist. With Disney's Cinderella we really know what we're up against when the stepsisters destroy Cindy's dress.

The Karate Kid then falls into a trap, though, that modern Disney films also suffer from. In order for Miyagi to come in to rescue Daniel, Daniel needs to be in mortal danger from his bullies.

The problem here is that most people in such violent situations would do almost everything to keep such a confrontation from occurring. Daniel in the Karate Kid, though, takes revenge on Johnny, completely unprovoked and unprotected. Now the narrative kinda sorta lets him get away with that by pointing out that the boy lacks an instinct for self-preservation. But most people don't. In a lot of stories about teenagers people circumvent that by making those teenagers having 'had it' and finally standing up for themselves, thereby starting off the final showdown.

That always rings incredibly false to me. My parents were very verbally abusive to each other, and if you got caught in the crossfire, also to us. My sister and I quickly learnt never to rock the boat, definitely never to blow up at them. However much the audience needs it, your victim is not on their own accord suddenly going to blow up at their abuser. That's too dangerous. Sorry, Daniel, Johnny had a point in your actions being slightly insane.

But then how do you have the climactic moment your story is working up to?

Well, abusers want you to fail. As little as you want to give them ammunition, they love having at you. So what they do is set up rules that no living person could possibly live by. They're contradictory, they change, the abuser may actively be provoking you to break them.

Cuba and His Teddy Bear, another Ralph Macchio project, does this brilliantly. Teddy is my absolute hero for calming down his father Cuba, even when Cuba is actively baiting him. That sweet boy is a master at avoiding violent confrontations. But of course there has to be one. And it comes about because Teddy is so overworked, so stressed, and so shocked by something else that happened to him, that he, for once, can't do what he needs to do to avoid his father blowing up at him. It's not for lack of trying, it's not for him 'finally taking a stand', it's simply too much to ask. He lost his head. Cinderella, too, loses her head when she hears her lover was the Prince, and that he's looking for her. For once she doesn't have the mental capacity to dodge all the bullets that come with being around her stepfamily.

So what will break your target out of their self-protective mode? Is someone else being threatened they deeply love? A small unrelated mishap that causes a meltdown? Is there a fire? Did somebody rat on them to their abuser? Did they get caught on a lie? Did somebody stash something in their locker and school called their parents? Did their abuser sabotage an escape attempt? Did their abuser get home early because they were fired and are now looking for blood?

Anything, anything but the random blow ups, please. A lot of abuse survivors did so because they got out before there was one. Your characters don't need to show they have a spine. Them trying to navigate life in such a terrible situation shows that well enough.

There is one exception, and that is from, among others, The Umbrella Academy. Five Hargreeves had already decided that he was going to run away from home, if worst came to worst. Then, and only then, with a viable escape planned, do victims sometimes seek a confrontation, since they prefer their abuser saying yes to something they need rather than to take it, or because they are indeed sick and tired to their soul. Another version of that is when the abuser feels their victim slipping and escalates themselves (This Boy's Life).

Otherwise it's often wish fullfilment that would kill people in real life.

#writing #abusive relationships

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 4 months

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Heyy thanks for the ask!! :)

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

Studying for my last exam of the semester and have booked some QUALITY time off right after

Have been trying to get more into walking and it's been neat! I got off one stop early on my way to university the past three days and walked about 50 minutes around 8AM… it's kind of gorgeous around this time a year, cause the sun's still rising

making plans to meet up with my best friend soon, cause I haven't seen him in a while <3

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

So my dream plot that I don't feel capable of writing myself is this canon divergence story where, in 1968 John tries to get custody of Julian and, feeling backed into a corner, Cyn retaliates by incriminating him for his drug use, in order for him to be barred from custody, but he also may end up doing jail time cause of this, which wasn't what she wanted but he forced her hand. Paul is caught in the crossfire of this, gets forced to testify. John FREAKS. Some Yoko v. Cyn interaction would be great. + of course a whole public uproar.

The best person to write it would be some expert in British criminal and civil code during the 60s.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

TBH my toxic trait is that I kind of love reading stuff I find Kind Of Bad. The thing that will make me click away is if it's really boring to me, but I'm not intimidated by most hallmarks of "Bad fanfic".

#ask #toast-vol-6 #fic

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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Until the End

A/n: here's what I wrote for the prologue. It's basically a summary of Y/n's backstory and a bit of history of what happened during the first wizarding war. I've published it both on AO3 and Wattpad so you guys can check it out:) The first chapter is a WIP so it might be a week before I publish it but yeah, here's the prologue<3

My name is Y/n Lupin-Black. I live with my dads and my cat in a cottage. You can say it’s one of my favorite places to be at.

Both my dads were part of “The Order of the Phoenix” during the first wizarding war. Which eventually led them to me.

They were on an order mission, they were supposed to meet with their informat for some new information that could possibly help fight Voldemort and his followers. But instead of being faced by their informant, they found me in a basket with a note.

“Keep her safe.” was all it said.

They met up with the informant a few days later and they said they didn’t know who I was or where I came from. They didn’t know what else to do with me other than take me in.

Even in the middle of the war, they decided to take in a baby they had no idea about. I was only a few months old at that point.

As the war became worse, lots of people started to go into hiding, specifically the Potters. They knew their son, Harry, was one of Voldemort's primary targets so they had to keep him safe. They made sure to make my papa, Sirius, the secret Keeper.

Things started to turn around when my uncle, Regulus Black, decided to join the Order. He told the order of Voldemort’s plans and revealed some very shocking news. Specifically the one about Peter Pettigrew’s betrayal to the order.

They cornered Peter and got him locked up in Azkaban. But the Dark side still had no idea about Regulus’s betrayal so he worked as a double agent.

One night, Sirius went on an order mission while Remus looked after me. Unfortunately Sirius was taken by a group of snatchers that ambushed the mission and took him to their headquarters.

I still don't know what they did to him to this day but they pried the Potter's location out of his mind and knew where the Potters were.

Luckily Regulus was there and warned the order and they managed to get to the Potters home to try and evacuate the Potters to safety. But they had arrived at the same time Voldemort and his cavalry did.

They fought within the Potter's home and at some point in the crossfire, Harry was hit. Fortunately, Harry didn't die and was simply left with a scar. A very cool scar, I might add.

During the fight, Regulus went on to the Death eater headquarters and rescued dad from their hold.

They managed to win the fight and defeated Voldemort once and for all. They arrested all the Death eaters and practically saved the wizarding world and the muggle world.

That was 12 years ago. I’m 13 now and going into my third year at Hogwarts. Through the years, everything had been full of chaos and mayhem. Some caused by me but many of them were due to Voldemort’s consistent attempts on coming back to life. Obviously each attempt failed horribly.

After the war, dad and papa moved to a small cottage far away from everything.

They lost a lot of people during the war and it left a big imprint in their lives. Dad says that Sirius has never been the same since uncle Reg got him back from the D.E headquarters. But he's gotten better over the years but he sometimes gets his episodes.

Growing up, the Potters visited quite often. I practically grew up with Harry and we were inseparable. Aunt Marlene and Aunt Lily would say we were the mini versions of James and Sirius.

Eventually we were introduced to the Weasley's and added Ron into our little group. But his older brothers who just happened to be a pair of twins had a special flair for trouble.

And how Aunt Lily likes to put it "Y/n is drawn to trouble the way a moth is to a flame". Can't say she's lying cause it's absolutely true.

The twins caught wind of my pranking streaks and ever since then, we became a pranking team. That was until they had to go off to Hogwarts. I spent my days at the cottage just reading and quizzing with Dad. Spending some time with Ron and Harry, along with Ginny.

When it was my turn to come to Hogwarts, let's just say it was a bit of a bumpy road. A certain professor with a purple turban who just so happened to have Voldemort at the back of his head, nearly killed us during our first year.

The following year after that, the legendary Chamber of Secrets was reopened and Voldemort's 16 year old self practically possessed Ginny for most of the year.

With the third year closing in, I'm simply praying that if there is going to be a life-threatening situation I'll be put in, may it be less dangerous than the ones before.

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duhragonball · 1 year

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Dragon Ball Super 024

This took like two fucking minutes.

So these idiots finally start to fight and they open with... handholding. Just like the dumbest parts of their fight in Dragon Ball Z.

This sucks.

Oh yeah, so Goku teleported Piccolo’s corpse to the Lookout, and he ordered Goten and Trunks to fly over and fill Dende in on Goku’s plan to wish him back with the Namekian Dragon Balls. Does Dende really need someone to explain this to him?

Frieza’s initial strategy is to keep shooting at the bystanders to distract Goku. Also, he employs a lot of tactics that involve shitty animation, like this shot of him swinging Goku around by his ankle.

Then Goku grabs him by the tail and they float perfectly still and argue about nothing in particular for like.... 87 hours and 45 minutes.

GOKU: Rrrgh! I’m so mad at you, Frieza! Normally, I get excited when I fight someone who’s really strong! But you’re evil, it just makes me mad. I’m gonna go home and have sex with my girlfriend so I won’t be so mad.

FRIEZA: Ha-ha, tit for tat, Goku! For you see, I have abided far too long within the fertile womb of hatred, old foe. My time in hell has shown me the true lugubriosity of sagacity, vis-a-vis the duality of revenge. How deliciously ironic, for though you are my hated nemesis, it was you who inspired me to exert myself and discover this newfound power which I now so eloquently display. But hark! Though I am sincerely grateful for the role you played in motivating my martial metamorphosis, I also despise you for it, as the octet of fortnights I spent in training did cause me undue hardship and toil!

GOKU: Grr! I’m gonna beat you up, Frieza! Because you’re bad!

FRIEZA: By all means, my simian foe! Fight as hard as you like. It shall only delay the inevitable, and extend my taste of revengenance into a full course meal! For what is wrath but a splendid cacophony of sadistic delight--?

Then they finally remember they can shoot hand energy and just do that instead.

Jaco’s favorite photo is singed in the crossfire. Well, I guess this pays off the time I spent reading the Jaco manga, since now I recognize this photo from that comic.

This might look like a decent sequence of animation, but it’s actually a still image and they just panned around it while the characters talked.

Plenty of misshapen heads in this one, too.

Then Vegeta breaks up the fight because he’s thoroughly disgusted with the shittiness of the action he’s seen so far. Except he takes like five minutes to explain himself, which just makes this episode even shittier.

Seriously, first he spars with Goku, then he starts clapping to annoy Frieza, then he trash talks Frieza, then he finally demands that they start fighting for real, or he’ll kill them both. If he’s so impatient, maybe he shouldn’t waste so much time on theatrics.

So Goku reveals his final form first, and turns Super Saiyan Blue. Except the name “Super Saiyan Blue” hadn’t caught on yet, so he just describes it as a form beyond Super Saiyan God, which Frieza never got to see.

Then the episode just ends. Really. Goku tells Frieza to reveal his true power, and roll credits. What a load of ass.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #vegeta #frieza #jaco teirimentenpibosshi

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