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#char: dodge mason
soldwreckedmoved · 11 months
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wishlist
riff lorton
someone confronting him about his suicidal tendencies/inability to see past tomorrow
an argument about something. i just want to write either aggressive angry riff or eerily calm angry riff. whatever riff you get will depend on the topic of the argument.
his grief following tony’s death and how he deals with said grief (he doesn’t) and how him not dealing with said grief affects his family/partner/friends
riff being a cocky little shit (think the whole “you me and my trouble making buddy here” speech; that’s what i’d be going for. so essentially, riff being the leader of the jets)
immediate post canon. riff in the hospital grieving tony and being guilty that he lived and tony didn’t because riff didn’t want to live past the rumble and he knows that tony did
dodge mason
someone asking him about his dad
someone confronting him about the fact that he’s a borderline pathological liar
anything pre-panic (give me moody angsty re-enrolled in high school dodge just trying to get through school so he can play panic and get revenge)
anything with rodeo. he needs more cowboy/cowgirl friends.
connor murphy
high school. i need to write him in school more and i want to stop ignoring the fact that he wasn’t a good person.
hanover. give me connor actually liking school for once bc no one thinks he’s weird for reading older books and having long hair and being somewhat smarter than everyone else.
someone asking him about his anger issues or his drug addiction or his self harming
someone asking him about miguel. (they make me sad please i want to write this so bad)
ghost verse? maybe? idk if i have muse for it but we can figure smth out if you want
jack twist
literally anything pre canon. give me jack just being some ranch hand and living day to day and just being jack
mexico. please. let me write him trying (and failing) to get over ennis.
post canon? someone trying to get him to open up about the accident/attack? maybe?
glenn lawrence
serial killer verse. please i am begging you let me write him in his serial killer verse. idc if your muse is a detective, an accomplice, an unsuspecting civilian that he happens to befriend. let me write him angry and resentful and out for blood.
art donaldson
anything pre canon. art in college or high school could be fun. give him friends! give him random flings! give him relationships!
anything post canon. art post divorce when he’s trying to put his life back together could be interesting. give him friends! give him flings! give him relationships!
jack kelly
anything pre canon. listen writing jack when he still goes by francis will be so funny bc he’s just a kid. he’s got no idea how the world works yet.
the refuge? potentially?
santa fe verse! let me write him in new mexico where he’s happy but also missing ny but also knowing he’s where he wants to be so he’s content!
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askpokemoncrossover · 3 years
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Flow of a new power
As the second fight between me and Anastasia raged on, I was clearly at a disadvantage… this time I found myself being held by the throat. “Here’s a lesson I learned the hard way, Mason…” Anastasia said as she continued to hold me in the air. “Don’t show mercy to the enemy, they will not do the same for you.” She told me before she hit me in the gut with her free arm, hard. I fell to my knees and coughed up blood… but she wasn’t done with me: She kneed my chin, making me fall onto my back. She looked down at me with a cold stare. “Get up… surely there’s more to you than this right?” She asked me as I struggled to get back on my feet, wiping off the blood that I coughed up and rubbed my chin. “Almost done... Just a few more seconds!” Suisei yelled in my head and I entered a defensive position. This time, I tried something new: In one swift motion, my right hand grabbed her left arm while my left went for the right side of her head. She was about to raise her left leg in retaliation before I shuffled my position so my right leg could wrap itself around her waist… “HAVE A NICE TRIP!” I yelled before I put my technique into action: By forcing her upper body to move to my right side, my left leg has enough leverage to sweep her off her feet. Literally. “Wha?!” She yelled before her back slammed against the ground. Immediately, I saw my opening and prepared an aura sphere in my right hand and thrusted it at her head.
That’s when the unexpected happened: instead of dodging out of the way, she used her legs to propel herself upward, meeting my attack head on just when it was about to reach full speed. The aura sphere hit her forehead and exploded, making a smokescreen in its wake. I immediately jumped away and landed a few yards away from the smoke, hoping not to get caught in whatever scheme she has in mind this time. Just when I thought that things could get any worse, the opposite happened: The power that Suisei used to protect me yesterday is back. This time it’s more stronger than anything I've ever felt: my entire body was shrouded by a complex silver, purple and blue aura consisting of rippling, fire-like energy, complete with sparkling particles traveling upwards and I felt myself being lighter… “This is the best I can do right now, It’s not complete… I'll tell you why after this fight, given that Stardust Veil should be enough right now.” ‘Stardust Veil’… is that the name of my new power? I looked at my new found power with awe before I sensed something on my aura radar: Anastasia’s about to move again and I’m able to read her mind like an open book.
Did Stardust Veil somehow manage to enhance my aura sensing and psychic abilities? If so, this will be more than enough to out play her and I wonder how strong I'll get once this newfound power of mine is complete. I wanted to give her a surprise by lowering my arms and waiting for her to make a move, when a sphere of yellow light emerged from the smokescreen and was headed at me like a bullet. I wasn’t surprised, considering that I knew what she was planning with my enhanced mind-reading skill. I charged twin aura spheres in both hands that each radiated a silver and blue aura before jumping at least ten feet in the air, dodging the focus blast before landing at least two yards behind Anastasia. “This… IS OVER!!” I yelled before throwing both of them in rapid succession at her back. Anastasia had enough time to turn around before both of my aura spheres stuck home: one hit her chest, the other, her face. But I didn’t stop there, I concentrated more energy in my hands before placing the bottom of my palms together in front of me to bombard my opponent with a barrage of blue and silver blasts. Anastasia was yelling in pain and in surprise to find herself backed into a corner.
But… during my bombardment, something was wrong. Each time I fire more aura spheres, the weaker I get. This must be what Sui meant by ‘it’s not complete’... “Alright, one more…” I said before I raised my right hand above my head before generating one final aura sphere, one made out of silver, purple and blue light. Once the aura sphere was complete, the aura that was protecting me is now gone. But, it didn’t matter… I’m still going to beat her and take back the vase Amber picked for our mother. “I… WIN!!” I yelled as I threw the cosmic sphere at Anastasia, who was still recovering from my bombardment of aura spheres and didn’t have time to dodge. The moment my final attack connected, it caused a massive pillar-like explosion that engulfed the bug woman who screamed in pain. “AAGGGH!!” Anastasia yelled as my attack continued to damage her. The pillar of flame continued for at least a few seconds before it was extinguished, leaving a charred Anastasia in its wake. “W-well...done…” She said weakly before falling to her knees and I barely had enough strength to rush in to keep her from falling over.
“You alright?” I asked before I took out a sitrus berry from my jumpsuit pocket and gave it to her with my right hand while my left arm kept Anastasia from collapsing. She was caught off guard when she saw what I was giving her. “Y-you do realize that you’re helping someone who’s *Cough* a wanted criminal, right?” She asked me with a concerned look. I simply shrugged and smiled before answering: “Hey, if you really wanted to kill me, you would’ve done that a long time ago.” Anastasia opened her mouth to say something before she sighed and chuckled. “You really are… a kind fool.” She said before she took the berry out of my hand and started munching on it. “You are good at fighting, have powers normal pokemon don’t have and yet… you lack that killer instinct. Unlike a certain someone I met... not long ago.” She told me after finishing the sitrus berry and dusted herself off. “That power you had though… it’s something to behold. Try to keep it a secret between yourself and those you trust, OK? I don’t know where you got this power, and I don't care. But…” Anastasia said before she went to the place where she hid her recent spoils and came back to hand me two objects: The red glass vase and what appears to be a USB flash-drive. “My word of advice is you should only use that trump-card when you absolutely need to. Powers like that can draw some attention, both good and bad. I’ll show you out...” She told me as she started leading me towards the portal that we came out of.
I noticed that the sun was setting before I was three feet away from the portal when I heard Anastasia said: “Oh right… one more test: let’s see if fighters like you can land on your feet.” I turned around and was about to ask ‘why?’ when I received two high-heels to the gut. Right when she kicked off of me, I yelled: “WHAT THE HELL??!!” Before I was sent flying into the portal at breakneck speed. I clutched the red vase to my chest and frantically put the flash drive in my jumpsuit-pocket while flying through the portal to keep them from breaking. It was at least a minute before my back hit cement and I coughed up more blood as I felt something breaking in my body. “SAI!!” I heard Amber yelling before she ran up to my right side. I realized that the force of the attack was so strong, that my impact created a crater the size of a car. I saw that the portal overhead vanished before I turned my head to see my shiny, almost-crying fennekin sister “Ugh… hey, sis… look what I got…” I weakly said as I slowly handed her the red vase that she chose. “This is… why?” She asked me as she nuzzled against my face. “Well… I knew you picked it out for our mother… and I… I couldn’t bear myself to see you cry…” I weakly said as I used my eyes to look around to see my mother’s hands over her mouth and on the brink of tears as well. Sirens from two police cars and an ambulance were drowning out the many voices that are questioning others about what had happened.
Eventually, as I was about to be put on a stretcher, a familiar voice called out my name: “SAI?! SAISEI!!” I turned my head to see my new friend Umbra rushing forward and knelt down at my crippled form. “You… you idiot!! Why didn’t you tell me you were fighting against her?! You didn’t stand a chance at your level... and yet… and yet...” “I beat her…” I said with a smile on my face and that stopped the lucario swordsman from giving me a lecture. “What…? You… beat Anastasia? Then…wha…? how?” Umbra was lost for words and I chuckled softly before my left hand touched his own. “Umbra… I… I want to become stronger. I have to.” Umbra looked at me with shock before he smiled and a tear rolled down his left check. “Alright... the doctors told me that you’ll be completely healed by 10 am tomorrow. I hope that you’ll be ready for what comes in the afternoon on that day.” He said after wiping his face as I was put in the only ambulance that came along. While the ambulance was taking me to the hospital, I secretly pulled out the flash-drive that Anastasia gave me. I saw some words drawn by a red marker that said: “Toland’s Dimensional Diary.” Who is this ‘Toland’? And why did Anastasia give me his digital diary? I just hope that I’m allowed to have my laptop at my room in the hospital…
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soldwreckedmoved · 9 months
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@sapphiredhearts said sender kisses receiver to tease them. ( daisy / dodge )
DODGE HAS BEEN TENSE ALL NIGHT. HE DOESN’T LIKE PEOPLE VERY MUCH AND THERE ARE A LOT OF them here right now. He doesn’t know why the district decided to throw a party for the Victors. He’s been hiding in the corner all night. He doesn’t know where Daisy is and normally he’d go look for her but he really doesn’t want to deal with the people. He spots her on the other side of the room and watches as she makes her way over to him. The kiss she gives him leaves his head spinning and he stands there for a second before he finally gets his brain working again. “Hey, wait!” He grabs her by the hand and pulls her back towards him. “You can’t just kiss me like that and not have me drag you off somewhere,” he says quietly.
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soldwreckedmoved · 11 months
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DODGE MASON
i don’t want to watch. i want to play.
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NAME: andrew dodge mason. goes by dodge.
AGE: 18
SEX: male
D.O.B: march 13, 2005
ORIENTATION: bisexual
OCCUPATION: farmhand + waiter at dot’s diner
FAMILY: born to jessica mason (mother, alive) and an unknown father. only sibling is an older sister, dayna (alive). partners and children are verse dependent.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: tall. dark hair. blue eyes. muscular. typically wears black jeans and t-shirts with a sweatshirt.
EDUCATION: high school level education. did not go to college.
RELIGION: agnostic
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
ZODIAC: picses
PERSONALITY:
then how’d those two kids die last summer?
guarded. secretive. sarcastic. temperamental. good at reading people + rooms. protective.
HISTORY:
Dodge never knew his father. That fact never bothered him. He had bigger things to worry about, namely the fact that his mom lost everything after his sister was paralyzed during Panic two years ago. They moved away from Carp, only to move back a year later. He reenrolled in high school, determined to figure out who had paralyzed his sister.
He couldn’t find out much. Being the new kid had advantages, but not much. He knew that Ray Hall’s older brother was the likeliest suspect, but he had no proof. So he decided to play. He’d always known he would. Now he just had the push he needed to actually go through with it. And if he played and won, he’d get money and closure about Dayna’s accident.
So he played. He ended up meeting Heather Nill and her friends, Bishop Moore and Natalie Williams. They were nice enough people. He had a thing with Nat for a bit before he ended it. She’d been lying about a lot of things and Dodge had always hated lying. He didn’t win Panic, but then again, no one did. He decided to stay in Carp for the summer, working on Anne’s farm and at the diner; the money he got was better than just leaving everyone behind.
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new kid syndrome//verse - pre panic. dodge is back in carp and he hates it. he never wanted to come back here, but he supposes he can take advantage of it. he re-enrolls in high school and starts compiling a list of who to avoid and who to not. if he’s going to play panic, he needs to know the competition.
a dollar a day//verse - the summer of panic. summer is here and so is panic. dodge doesn’t just intend to play, he intends to win. and if he can take out ray hall while he does it, that’s just an added bonus.
aftermath is a tricky thing//verse - post panic. nobody really won panic. dodge stays in carp and works the diner. he doesn’t have anything better to do. he didn’t apply to college. so he stays and watches the same five people come in and out. it’s boring, but it’s money. and he wants out, which means he needs money.
this world will remember me//verse - 30s au. dodge is a well known thief in texas, stealing anything and everything he can get his hands on. no one knows why he started stealing, but they all know he’s very, very good at it. he’s been caught exactly once and he managed to break out within the hour. he hasn’t been caught since and he doesn’t intend to get caught again.
motivations unknown//verse - any and all interactions with muses that do not exist in the panic universe. this includes fandomless ocs. it does not include panic ocs.
ships
your sock cinderella//otp: dodge/nat
there’s my guy//otp: dodge/ray
hell of a ride will be the words on our epitaphs//otp: dodge/heather
you are the best thing that’s ever been mine//otp: dodge/daisy
dynamics
who the hell is that//dyn: dodge/ray
miscellaneous
thanks for the tip//aesthetic
to win the game//headcanon
mysterious backstory//faceclaim
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soldwreckedmoved · 9 months
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@gathersroses said 😘 (heather to dodge)
THIS IS THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD, DODGE THINKS. HE’S RUNNING OUT OF A BANK WITH POLICE hot on his heels. A bag of cash is clutched in one of his hands. Heather’s hand is in the other. She has her own bag in her free hand. Someone fires a shot and Dodge ducks, laughing. He pulls them into an alley and watches the police stampede by. He’s still laughing as Heather kisses him and he drops the cash on the ground to kiss her back.
It’s been a week or so since they ran off together. The reward for Dodge’s arrest had tripled overnight. He doesn’t care. He’s the happiest he’s ever been. “I told you this was fun,” he says when they separate. He sticks his head out of the alley and glances around. They’re alone, so he picks up the cash and holds his hand out for Heather to take. “Come on. The safe-house isn’t far.”
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soldwreckedmoved · 10 months
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@sapphiredhearts said i thought we were more than this. ( daisy + dodge )
DODGE SIGHS. THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A VICTOR IS THAT EVERYONE SEES YOU AS A TROPHY. DISTRICT twelve isn’t as bad with it as some of the others, but he’s had some unsavory comments made when he goes home. It’s been enough for him to realize that he’s going to be nothing more than something for his friends and family to brag about. He hates it. “Me too.” He sighs again. “We know we are, though. I don’t care if no one else does.”
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soldwreckedmoved · 11 months
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DODGE LOOKS UP FROM WHERE HE’D BEEN WIPING DOWN THE COUNTER OF THE DINER. HE NORMALLY doesn’t like interrupting someone, but he feels it’s necessary. He’s correcting them, after all. “Don’t care to watch the story unfold.” He gives the counter a final wipe-down before he tosses the rag in the general direction of the sink. “Hate feeling like I’m not in control.”
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