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My Reactions to Trigun Stampede After Watching the 1998 show
So I watched all of the 98 show in less than 24 hours and adored it so I went into Stampede cautious and yknow I liked it just a tiny bit (as I am writing this I am on my 4th rewatch, I watched it for the first time 3 days ago, I adore it). I decided to document my reactions cause I feel like a few mutuals will enjoy this.
Episode 1
SPACE??? ALREADY??? JUST RIGHT OUT THE GATE???
awww hi Vash, lil guy <333
what are they cooking here, showing us the Rem situation immediately
Rem 😢
This is very much like Eva in DMC5
Oh they're reporters now?
WHERE'S MILLY, WHERE IS MY GIRL MILLY, WHO IS THIS GUY AND WHERE IS MILLY
i miss milly...
yep that's Meryl
VASHHHHHHH <333333 MY GUY <3333333
JOHNNY YOUNG BOSCH <333333333333333333333 (yes i watched the dub, it's good and I love Johnny Young Bosch)
only 6 million??
He's so sillay <333
MAJOR aesthetic difference
"Careful the kitchen's serving lead" queen
so weird to see a town not running Vash out
love that they're still mixing the music so that it's louder than the dialogue (not)
THEYRE JUST HANDING THE VASH AND KNIVES LORE AT THE VERY START?????
Knives you are so close to playing the Interstellar theme
I should really read the manga to see what they're adapting that 98 didn't
Ooo i love this song
98 STYLE ART ASDJFKAJDSFLJADFKJA THEY DID THAT FOR ME THAT WAS FOR ME THAT CATERS TO ME
Episode 2
I just noticed he calls him "Nai" euueueueueu
*insert catjam here* intro goes so hard
It'd be funny if Roberto went "man this sounds like Dante and Vergil"
Not him trying to cry his way out asjkdfjlkadf that's Vash for sure
I'm so glad they got Johnny Young Bosch for this I don't think anyone else could do it
July is still around??
"MAMA LOVES YOU BABY NOW SHOO" iconic
noooo :[
NEBRASKA FAMILY
"why'd they have to use this photo" it's a cute photo!
HE'S SO REAL
ONE BULLET VS 2 DOZEN DONUTS, LIKE YEAH CHOOSE THE DONUTS THAT'S BASED
Did they model Rosa after Milly to atone for the fact she isn't here
Me seeing things that are identical to the 1998 one: excited pointing at tv while pogging
"Mm, Yeah no <3" I love him so much
"what's wrong with being a little timid" I want to hold you and never let go, you do not deserve what's coming
look at my boy dodging lets go
"I don't have any reason not to...eh, I don't really care...I told you I don't" Vash you deserve the world
hell yeah gunslinger moment
VASH HOW STRONG ARE YOU??
that smile AUEUEUEUEUUEUEUEUEU it really reminds me of 98
HUH?
Episode 3
uh oh
well how we getting outta this
OH THIS GUY I REMEMBER YOU
HE GOT CLOWNED ON BY SAMURAI GUY
ANGRY VASH HELLO HI KING MISSED YOU
love seeing Vash angry some of my favorite moments are when he's pissed
oh this is a smart plan actually
"who's side are you on anyway" is this going to be recurring
KNIVES
man Knives you really arent holding back
the creators of this show went "hey we saw your twin angst in DMC Capcom and how much yall emphasize the twins so we'd like to do the same since you probably were inspired by Knives and Vash for the Vergil and Dante situation"
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT GORE IS SICK <- blood and gore enjoyer
is Johnny Young Bosch the only returning voice???
this is the third ask for who's side Vash's on this is definitely recurring
uhhhh whatcha doing there
◉_◉
"you would shoot me?" lowkey wish it was still as funny as it was in the 98 version
WOAH RELOAD ANIMATION
He's living up to the Million Knives name
that is certainly a Million knives
Metal Gear ass name
WOAH THAT'S SO COOL AND PRETTY
holy crap they quickly established the difference in serious tone oh my god, there is so much emotional weight here
also the music is gorgeous
yeah the stakes are much higher in this version, they are not afraid to kill characters
this is just heartbreaking
Vash 🥺
"because I dont deserve to cry" VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH AEUEUEUEUEUUEUEUUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEU
so will we get to see what happens to July or will it just not happen
Episode 4
hi Wolfwood
not gonna lie I don't like this fit, the pants specifically
where's your nose king, they took it away
THEY HIT WOLFWOOD WITH THE CAR AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
oh well this aint good
Not a priest????
yep that's Wolfwood (lollipop scene)
he's much more emo here tho not as charming as 98
ASJDFJFSDL LMAOOO
loved that animation of Vash looking at the bill
well Roberto isn't wrong, you did work for Knives
hey isnt that Meryl's gun
"don't worry I can see through his emo persona ^-^" "HEY"
I KNEW IT WAS THIS KID
woah cool design
we are getting so much more of these guys than we did in 98
YUHHHHH THE DESIGN IS BASICALLY IDENTICAL
WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
that actually looks good, id eat it
REVEALING THIS ALREADY?????
WHAT ARE YOU COOKING STUDIO ORANGE????
"i can see it in your eyes" dont think i didnt notice that little parallel
gate????
im snorting those end credit arts like crack cocaine
Episode 5
Todoroki that you?
WAIT I FORGOT WOLFWOOD IS VOICED BY TODOROKI'S ENGLISH VA AHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
the radio spouting religious stuff and doomsday talk is giving DMC5 intro
It's so interesting that at some angles the style is identical to the 1998 show
Vash in particular, they translated his facial expressions perfectly
OH THIS GUY
OH I LOVE THIS REDESIGN
I LOVE THIS REDESIGN A LOT
what's the deal with this kid
man they really are just tugging on my heartstrings in this show
"If God won't, I will!" STOP
Alice Angel that you?
OH NO
IS THIS WHERE I THINK IT'S GOING
OH NO
OH NO THIS MAKES THIS WHOLE SITUATION SO MUCH WORSE
HE KNEW HIM SINCE HE WAS A BABY???? SHOOT ME IT'D HURT LESS
HE WAS JUST SOME GOON GUY IN THE 98 VERSION I CANT AEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEU
same face as the 98 guy tho just with the scar
Oh Wolfwood doing that has so much more impact now
although in the 1998 version by having it not be someone Vash knew it added to how far Vash's ideals went and it caused Wolfwood to have introspection but this is a different arc
And in the 1998 version the situation is much more ambigous cause Vash is talking to the "kid" but he hasn't turned back at all yet and Wolfwood shoots
so it's more unclear who is right in that situation while in this you can see Rolo is sorta just frozen there and thinking so you're inclined to Vash's side more
what are they cooking, im so intrigued
Episode 6
WOAH WOAH WOAH WOLFWOOD WHAT IS YOUR DEAL
WOLFWOOD WAS A NORMAL GUY IN 1998
HE IS CLEARLY NOT HERE
"im like the cool big brother" tumblr does not agree
I have seen some art
THE SUITCASE THINGYS
CHARACTER THAT WASNT EVEN IN THE 1998 ONE???
MANGA CHARACTER AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
this guy must be a bleach fan
OH THAT'S SO MUCH FUNNIER KNOWING JOHNNY YOUNG BOSCH VOICES ICHIGO AJAHHDAHHAHAHAHA
i love this 2D style can I get an entire anime in this style
Little Wolfwood and Little Megumi need to be in a idgaf competition
tiny menace to society
stfu this is so cute, how will this go horribly wrong
smoking at like 7 years old asjkdfalfd
Woah Trigun, your mom lets you have TWO tragic sibling plots???
wow they made Wolfwood trip balls
WOAH
THEY ARE NOT HOLDING BACK ON THE BODY HORROR <- thrilled about this
man they did screw you up
LEGATO
they took his emo swag
S+ what is this Devil May Cry
they flipped Legato's design and put the spikes on the right side and the part the other way
Livio has become Sans Undertale
Wolfwood better have a tiddies out fit next season
they were POPPING in 98
that jacket was STRUGGLING
"Ryan you're objectifying him" yes I am
I want to see his tiddies hand em over
Not gonna lie Wolfwood, you calling Vash "blondie" isnt helping the allegations
Episode 7
LMAOOOO THE BADLANDS GANG GETTING THEIR PHOTOS TAKEN AJSDFLJFSDK
i can't with this im AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEUEUEUEUUE
if Buddy Daddies hadn't sucked me dry from crying so hard (i had just finished it the previous day) I would be weeping
WELP HE JUST DID THAT
he aint dead though i saw stuff about him
Legato not gonna lie I prefer your 98 version so far, like he made me shake in my boots a bit
Vash why is your arm made of the blown glass stuff they use to make little glass figures you see in the glass cabinets at the back of the PX or at a big gas station
that gun definitely hit something, just not the town bet
the title card of "Wolfwood" after he calls himself the punisher asjkdfjlaf
hello why am I crying at the scene of Vash with his hands against the glass in the plant
this just in, scene so pretty with pretty music that it made Ryan cry
not the first time
OH HE'S A PLANT
THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE
IM SO STUPID HOW DID I NOT REALIZE THAT DURING 98
ONCE AGAIN GOING FERAL FOR END CREDIT ART AALALALAAODFOAOAOAOAO
Episode 8
oh nooooooooooooooooooo
dont show me this
dont show me them being happy
my little baby boy auaueueueueueueueueueueueueueueu
"im mom to the sweetest boys in the universe" ONE sweet boy
The little blush on Nai dwaw
Plant lore????
Saverem? Really that's her last name??? Is this Metal Gear
BRAD???? THAT'S BRAD???
actually not surprised that's Brad
"there has to be something special that only you can do" be the most babygirl anyone could ever be, though you gotta grow up for that
I CANT LITTLE VASH AUEUEUEUEUEUEUUEEUUEUEUEEU
I NEED TO TAKE YOU FAR AWAY AND SPOIL YOU WITH ICE CREAM
when is this going to go horribly wrong
IM GONNA CRYYYYY HE'S SO ADORABLE AUEUEUEUEUEUUEUEEUUEUEUE
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HE'S NOOOOT
HE ISNT WORKING WITH KNIVES HE DIDN'T LIE HE SAID HE'S PROBABLY DEAD WHICH UNDER MOST CIRCUMSTANCES WOULD BE TRUE
Man they made Knives look EXTRA Vergil
Episode 9
epic piano, also how are you playing both parts by yourself
WOAH 1998 TYPE SHOT
i fully believe they're emulating the 1998 style just in 3D now, the side profiles give it away
well that's messed up, i can see why Knives hates humans
that doesnt explain why he crashed the ships though
"Millions Knives" i really do think you played Metal Gear
Knives I do wonder what your plan was cause how do you expect the plants to survive here
oh so the gun isn't custom made
98 THING HE SAID THAT KINDA IN 98 TOO ("all this time and you're still just as useless without me)
i appreciate them trying to keep the deranged faces Knives makes in 98
WOAH WOAH WAOH WOAH WAOHWOAH
IS THAT THE BLACK HOLE THING, I SAW SOMETHING ABOUT IT FROM THE MANGA
Now Vash is even MORE like Nero
WAIT HAS IT NOT BEEN 100 YEARS???
oh nevermind, its been 150 years
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
a whole ship of passengers...I'm sure this won't be relevant later they're going to die arent they
oh my gosh that's right she's never seen flowers and such like this
more of this side picking stuff
I'm not ready for when he does kill again, that will actually break my heart
oh they are just bugs
OUR PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM, BECAUSE WE'RE NON-BINARY AND A BUNCH OF MFS
Episode 10
I'M ON EPISODE 10 ALREADY???
I literally became a Trigun fan in less than 24 hours
Hundred Spoons lmaooooo
so weird to hear them talk about Earth, but it's not as much of a HUH like 98's
than you remember??? when did you come here last
I need him to say Love and Peace
please please say it
"I DID NOT GIVE THAT ORDER"
"OH SHUT IT"
"OKAY"
asjlkdfjlskfd
okay is Conrad aware Knives probably aint gonna let him make a new race of humans, like have fun with your experiment he does not want human to live at all
"they're disgusted by you" that is the most babygirl man ive ever seen
i have the exact opposite reaction
also his scars aren't as gnarly as 98...will he get more later
ULTIMATE LIFE FORM MENTION 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ WTF IS A POWER INHIBITOR 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️
well that's what you get for mixing Knives genetics in that
El-what's her face got homophobia in her eyes
I KNEW IT
I KNEW HE WASNT MAKING IT
HE'S GOT MERYL'S GUNS FROM THE 1998 ONE SO IF SHE'S GONNA HAVE THE GUNS THEN SOMETHING HAD TO HAPPEN
God Knives you drama queen with this piano
oh NOW he's a pastor
BRUH i cant
HE DIDNT CAUSE IT THAT WAS YOU
wtf did you do to him Conrad
also Knives's VA sounds so much like Vergil at times
it's not Dan Southworth but this guy can sound close
Episode 11
oh intro immediately you know it's gonna be intense
okay Wolfwood Im begging you next season at the very least change pants the skinny jean look isnt good
ALSO KNIVES HELLO
PUT ON SOME CLOTHES
jesus kids these days
always wearing revealing outfits
DOUBLE CHEEKED UP
man they aren't letting up the bible allegories
"dawn your crown of thorns"
1998 had more subtle ones and then the super obvious one with the garden of eden stuff
"we're going to reverse humanity's suicide by killing them all" do yall...do yall not see the problem with that logic
god this makes me want to read the manga now just to see how much this version pulls from it and how much the 98 version pulls from it
Knives what is your workout routine do you workout with Toji or something
HE LITERALLY DIDN'T THOUGH KNIVES, STOP BLAMING HIM FOR A CHOICE YOU MADE
"comparison is the thief of joy" SO REAL AND BASED
Knives yknow I have this gut feeling that Rem did mean something to you and you are just in SUPER denial
OH OKAY
ALRIGHT I GET WHY YOU'RE THE WAY YOU ARE ABOUT THIS KNIVES
OH HE LITERALLY READ THE BIBLE
STFU NO IT WASNT KNIVES STOP TRYING TO MAKE HIM THINK IT'S HIS FAULT
was it Knives was it? Cause you seem willing to sacrifice your brother for all this
Knives this is gonna backfire on you
Knives read the bible and took all the wrong lessons
dont think i didnt notice that the giant plant resembles Rem
Episode 12
"like a western, life on the frontier" STFUUUUUUUUUUU
YOU DO NOT WANT KNIVES IN THOSE GENETICS THEY'LL JUST START KILLING EACH OTHER
ONCE AGAIN THE MERYL REM CONNECTION (referring to 98 when Vash sees Rem in Meryl)
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
STUFUFUSDFLKJSFDF
Sjaesjk
fpaesjf
THE HAIR THAE THE HAIR
SHUT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
YES
EYSYEYSYEYSEYSEYEAYEYSYEYSYE
THE ANGEL GUN
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
#0
THEY PLACED US KINDA AT THE INTRO OF THE ORIGINAL
ALSO HE'S DOING LOVE AND PEACE IN THE PHOTO
INSURANCE SOCIETY
AJKLSDFLJKSDFJKLFDSLJKDFSLJKFDSJLAKFDJLFKDSFDLK
JDFASLJKDSFAJLKFSDJKL;SDZFLJK
MILLIE MILLIE MIILEYLAWER
FHJAERSKJDFLK' SDAJKLFAHKLASFDJLKDFHL;AJSFHJASDFLJDFSALKSDALKJDSFHJLDSFAHDSHJLSDAFHKLFSLAJ
THE EARRINGS SHE HAS HER EARRINGS
JKLDSJLKSADJLKDSZJLKSDFJLKSDFJLKZSLDFJ;ZKSFJLKSDFZJLKASDFJLKSFASDF;LJZVDXLNKXZVLS
VASH
ERIKS ASLDKJJLKSDAJLKSDFALJKSDFAJLKSDFAJLKSDFAJLKSFALJKASFDLJKSDAFLJKDSFJLKSDFAJLKSDFLJKSDAFLJSADFJLSDFJLDSFJLKSDFJLKLSDFJKA
OH MY GOD
OH NY GOD
OG TY G SD H ASDFLJ
OH MY GOD
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
YEAH
YEAH I WAS RIGHT TO WATCH 1998 FIRSR
I WAS SO RIGHT FOR THAT
OH THAT MAKES THIS SO MUCH BETTER I
M LSOING MYS ASDFJMIND
WHEN
WHEN NEXT SEASON
WEHN WHEN IN ENED
IN ENEE NEED
IN EEE
IC NAT
#discord peeps saw some of these already cause i was spamming a chat#yes i watched both in dub just because of Johnny Young Bosch#both dubs are really well done though#trigun#trigun stampede#tristamp#yes the Devil May Cry superfan ADORES Trigun how surprising /s#shoutout the discord server im in that's been getting me chewing on Trigun and Trigun Stampede#and crying over Vash#he's already covering all my notes and sketchbook#hasn't even been a full week since I started 98 as I'm writing this
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Ghostface! Ellie Williams and Ghostface! Abby Anderson with a chubby fem s/o
+ featuring some slight yandere and explicit themes (these are dating headcanons to specify)
A/n: Hi again lovelies! I didn't expect the last one to blow up so quickly so I'm back to writing, honestly every note, like and reblog encourages me to do more and do better so thank you for that. I honestly didn't expect to write something a bit gory after writing mostly fluff so this'll be interesting. Reminder English is not my first language and I'm trying my best, I hope you enjoy:)
I'll possibly add more in the future if I have ideas :3
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Disclaimers/Warnings: Slight yandere like behavior???, violence, gore, knife kink, gun kink, stalking, suggestive themes and language. Characters may be a bit OOC (but you already know this, it's ghostface)(the chubby part is just a little add on so there's actually not that many headcanons regarding that)
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Ellie Williams dating inspired playlist made by me
Ellie Williams
The first time you met Ellie was a bit of a blur. Let me elaborate...
You were new at the school, first day and all that cliche shit. Bell rings, you run to class. You found yourself in a seat next to a girl, auburn hair and freckles. A few times throughout the class you made eye contact and smiled a few times.
What you didn't know was that Ellie was already freaking out, can you really blame her? A pretty girl sits next to her and smiles at her, not only that but you even offered her a mechanical pencil because hers was flimsy and the led kept breaking on her. She thought you completely forgot about the pencil but did you really?
This was the start of her obsession over you.
After that day she stalked you non-stop, she knew everything. She even kept a small journal, writing down what you did and how she felt about it after.
Her sketchbooks were filled with you, aside from a few other things it was mostly you. There's at least 2-3 doodles on each page of either you or your name on her sketchbook.
May or may not have carved your initials on her guitar before you even started dating.
That mechanical pencil you gave her, she kept it, barely even used it after that so she can keep something of yours.
When she managed to get enough courage to talk to you again, she tried giving you the pencil back in guilt but you refused. You told her to keep it and did that woman worship that pencil.
You got invited to her friend group, which are Dina and Jesse and out of all of them, she hang out with you the most.
After a while, Ellie felt confident enough to ask you out and a sigh of relief for her when you said yes.
She has polaroid of you lying around everywhere in her room, you even stuck some on the edge of your mirror and locker so she'd see it.
Your pet names including: princess, bunny, sweet thing and pretty girl.
The night you found out Ellie was Ghostface was the time you were walking at the street just minding your business when you were pulled in an alleyway but some creepy 50 something year old hobo.
You kicked him off of you and tried to run and the man tried to chase after you. Only to have his mouth covered by a white cloth and stabbed in the back. Hastily running, you got pulled back by the black cloaked stranger and before you could scream, she took off her mask.
"Ellie?" You whisper in fear, you saw her drop her knife and hug you.
You were still in shock, after all you just found out your girlfriend killed someone, rather a lot of people.
"[Name]? Are you alright? He didn't touch you anywhere did he?" She asked, seemingly forgetting she was still wearing her ghostface get up. Lucky for you that you kicked him off before anything else happened.
You two talked it out and you understand her motive behind all of the killings however that doesn't take away from the fact that you're terrified of what consequences await her if she was ever to get caught.
Ellie is aware of what might happen when she gets caught so she does everything she can to make sure you are not in any way, shape or form involved if she was caught.
Even if it means for her to forever rot in prison, she'd rather keep you away than endanger you for being a witness or even a suspect.
She heard about you being flirted with and inappropriately touched by some Chad. After a few days he was spotted, gutted open at the school tree hanging by his clothes.
She'd definitely think it's adorable to see you with the ghostface get up, it's specifically tailored to her size so seeing it on you with the trim dragging on the ground makes her thing of like the ghost costumes with just a white blanket and she just thinks you're such an angel, too pure even.
I just can't stop imagining her with a knife kink, though she doesn't actually cut you with it. She loves the way you whimper and squirm when she presses the cold blade on your plush skin.
She gets off on blood, that being said once she's with you and you already know about the killings, she can't just let it slide.
Someone else's blood on your skin makes her feel all sorts of things. (You may or may have engaged in sexual things after her gutting people up)
Clean up after that is a bit of work so there's that.
Seeing you in lingerie and blood would make her lose all self control.
If you were to accidentally kill someone, she would not only help you clean up but she'll also take responsibility for the kill. She made it look like ghostface did it.
If you were to decide to join in the killings, she'd let you but with moderation.
For example she'll let you make the decision on who to kill or strategize the killings. Before you could even suggest someone who wronged you, they're already 6ft under believe me. Ellie easily picks up on how you feel about someone and it's not like you don't tell her.
She'd also let you watch the killings, either hidden or disguised but that's just how far she'll go. She doesn't want you to actually be the one to do the killing cause she's too paranoid you'll do something that'll cause you to get caught.
Abby Anderson
You met at the basketball court while you were sitting at the bleachers because let's be real here, Abby is a total jock and athlete, she seems like she'd be a gym rat too. (Without the red flags of one though)
You were sitting with your friends Dina and Jesse while you guys just catched up since the past week has been hectic, you even went so far as to gossip and think of conspiracies on who has been responsible for the reported killings by the killer they named ghostface. You looked at your phone, looking at the messages when you flinched, almost getting hit by a ball.
You open your eyes shortly to see Abby Anderson, the school's lesbian jock, who by the way is holding the ball that almost hit you. Anderson muttered an apology on behalf of her teammate who mistakenly threw the ball at your direction.
You told her it was fine and that it was and honest mistake when you know damn well you would've been far more upset if that ball actually hit you.
Abby just couldn't stop staring at you, I mean could you blame her? She felt like a knight and shinning armour when she just saved a pretty girl from a potential head injury.
She snapped back to reality when she heard her teammate say "Hey Anderson! Stop flirting with pretty girls and pass that ball back will you" Abby was a bit flustered by that comment because all and all she agreed to it.
On Abby's desk is carved your name and initials, she has gotten detention over it though I don't think the school is aware of how many desks have your name carved on them.
It took a while but Abby finally did ask you out, she approached you while you were taking a few things out of your locker. "So uhh, do you want to go out with me? On a date I mean..." She asked with her hand rubbing her neck, Abby was bracing herself for rejection.
You had to do a bit of a double take because the Abby Anderson is asking you out? You said yes obviously.
May or may not have stalked you before asking you out to find out everything you like to set up the perfect date.
Abby definitely has a polaroid of you both is her locker and gym locker. (There's one in her wallet too 🥺)
Your nicknames are: my cheerleader (because she knows damn well you've been to all her games and was there to cheer her on), baby, babe and pretty girl
You only found out that she's ghostface because she couldn't take it anymore and told you after seeing that you're scared of ghostface potentially threatening your life.
Poor baby was so worried you'd think insane if her after, let's just say she ended up loving you more for accepting the fact and understanding the reason behind the killings. (let's be real here any normal person would but not you)
When you first asked to play a part in the killings, Abby disagreed, no way in hell was she letting her girl be in danger both of the police and whatever else is out there.
She hates the idea of you going to jail more than she hates the idea of getting caught and facing the consequences.
But if you really want to then like Ellie she'd let you but with limitations. You're only ever allowed to watch when you are disguised and she'll let you stab a few every now and then.
Abby with a gun kink, Abby with a gun kink, Abby with a gun kink. Watch her get turn on when you flinch from the clicks whenever she pulls the trigger.
Despite Abby hating horror movies, she sure made a hell of a good killer.
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Spicy Imagines (ft. Alhaitham and Kaveh) Genshin x Reader
Note: I had these ideas as separate fanfics but it was too short so I just made them into one. I would have published it earlier this week but I have fallen down the Alhaitham/Kaveh angst rabbit hole and wasn’t able to get up from it until this afternoon. Anyway, enjoy!~
Extra note (please read): I will be entering the big city soon meaning I will be leaving some of things here at home. I might not be able to go publish a fanfic for weeks and weeks because it will be a clinical internship. Still, I will try my hardest to make content!~
Warnings: spicy, mentions of bondage and toys XD
<Masterlist 1> ------- <Masterlist 2>
Kaveh
Being an architect and being named as the Light of Kshahrewar, being meticulous and having an eye for detail is something that Kaveh is very talented with.
Whenever Alhaitham is out, he makes his merry way to make the shared house more ‘homey’. He’ll decorate it with paintings, with flowers, and with furniture, which sometimes lead to petty fights whenever the scribe is home.
Having an eye for detail is probably one of the things why after one magnum opus, he found himself down in debt and still drowning in it. Well, it’s not like he can just make a building and that’s it right?
He takes the habits of looking out for detail everywhere especially inside his room once the doors have closed and his roommate is out.
Kaveh will take his time typing you up with the ribbons that he soaked in warm water beforehand, making sure that it won’t leave a mark on your skin. That after all is his job to do and not the ribbon’s job.
He’ll fix the lights inside his room, making sure that it will show the awaiting flower fastened with ribbons on his bed.
Kaveh is taking longer than usual. His eyes already darkened by the dim lit room looked like predatory glances at the corner of the room. His hands skillfully erased and redraw the lines in his sketchbook, taking notes of every detail present in front of him. It’s fascinating how he never seemed to miss any detail at all. From the ribbons that tie your thighs apart, to the sweat that drips from your neck down to your chest, to the way your eyes roll from every thrust the hand operated toy gives you, and to the wetness that pools and is slowly staining the sheets beneath you.
It’s a shame that the paper and charcoal can’t capture your whines and pitiful whimpers but that’s for him to savor once he puts his sketchbook down.
Alhaitham
Theoretical and then practical. It is one unwritten law that every scholar learns once they enter the Akademiya. A lesson that became a practice to Alhaitham even after his days as a scholar.
While it is a standard, it is not really something that should be done in everything. If it wasn’t for Kaveh noticing his attempts for courting and then for sure Alhaitham would still be spending his nights wide awake reading books about courting and planning the best possible scenario to make you say yes.
Alhaitham was very vanilla behind closed doors. He’ll make sure that both of you are satisfied and properly cleaned every night you lay together. If he makes a mark that sure will bruise, he’ll look at the ice crates and make sure you’re treated properly before he can go to sleep so you won’t worry about covering anything when morning comes.
It all comes to a stop when a tired student accidentally passes a folder with an erotic book instead of his thesis proposal. This man hates novels, he just reads them for the sake of reading and then forgets they exist afterwards.
He’ll rather stick with boring and nonsensical drafts made by students than read a romance book but here he is spending his whole night trying to make sense of the book and a mind full of thoughts on how he could make use of the book.
You wondered what happened. The best guess that he’s stressed out from the ‘junk’ that the scholars are passing on his desk. There was never a time where his office was clean and lucky for him the ceilings are high or else the room will really be flooded with papers by now. One particular harsh thrust pulled you out of your head evoking a loud moan at the same time and knocking you off your hands and knees.
“Oh god !”
The said man only let out a miniscule smile as he continued the rough pace. “There is no god here darling, you’re calling the wrong being”, he said, emphasizing each word with a thrust. HE snaked his hands underneath your form, scooping you up from the sheets, before resting it on your throat.
“You know my name right? Why don’t you call it that?” As he felt your heartbeat tripled in pace, Alhaitham mentally thanked the student that accidentally passed the book. Maybe he should consider their thesis proposal.
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WHOS THAT GIRL?
IN WHICH — light finally makes a move on the girl he’s been stalking since high school
ʚɞ WC? 949 wordss
ʚɞ warnings! - stalking, hint of kidnapping, fem!reader, fluff-ish, unedited, lowercase intended!
ʚɞ a/n: I feel like I made him a little ooc but I hope not.. if I did please tell me! constructive criticism is welcome js don't b mean ⟢
In collage you were a bubbly person you had all the best fashions, best friends everything you could’ve ever wanted except one thing, a boyfriend, you told yourself that you didn’t need one you had to work on your fashion design major
You went to a small cafe to work on a dress sketch with your earbuds on you don’t notice a man coming up to you, he taps your shoulder and you look up at him “yes?” You ask “um can I sit here? All of the other tables are full” you look around and he was right it was full
“Yea sure” you said welcomingly the man smiles and sits with a cup of tea in hand “so what’s your name?” He says, hoping to start a conversation you look up from your sketchbook you give him another smile “y/n what about you?”
“Light” he says leaning back against his chair he looks at your sketch “are you in a fashion major or something? I can tell because of your unique style and your sketches” light finished, like he didn’t already know, you stare at him for a minute and laugh softly “your very observant Light,yea I’m in that major what about you?”
“I’m in criminal justice my father was a cop so I’m just following his footsteps” he said casually, looking into your eyes for any suspicions you might have “interesting…you don’t look like you’d be a cop more like a…scientist or something” you tilt you head as he chuckles
Your phone buzzed causing the both of you to look at the phone “hello?” You answered the keychain on your flip phone dangled as you leaned over to talk to your friend as you were doing this light took notice of your slicked back bun your curls covered in glitter hairspray, charms and hair clips near your ears
He knows you’ve been like this since high school you’ve Always been friendly you were popular and all but you never had any classes with light so of course you weren’t gonna remember him
Ryuk hoveres over Light his smile never falters what are you gonna do Light? Your not gonna stalk her are you? Ryuk teases looking over to you, still on call with who ever
“Very funny” Light says softly “i already know where she lives” Ryuk laughs as you turn back to Light “sorry about that something came up I gotta go it was nice meeting you Light” you say as you start to pack your things up
“Wait! Can- can I see you again?” He asks a little too desperately but that’s what girls like right? You blush a little and flip a page of your sketchbook and write your number down you rip the paper out and give it to him before speed walking out
He watches you go and looks at the note :
xxx-xxx-xxxx call me! ♡
He smiled at this and left the cafe as light walked out the street he couldn’t help but start thinking about if you r always like that or do you fake a face or the public he just couldn’t help but think about you about what makes you tic your fears everything
So two months later you guys have been hanging out and then light calls you, he asks if you want to take a walk in a park and of course you agree, you put on your best outfit ever cheetah print leg warmers here bows with similar patters over there
And of course you being the only person of color with bright colors on, it made you stand out quite a lot you got stares from girls and boys, men and women, dogs even! it made you slightly uncomfortable as you noticed this one man who kept following you ever since you got off the bus
You brushed that aside once you saw Light in the distance you called his name and he looked over to you with a smile you caught up to him and held his arm “sorry about this” you muttered as you leaned you head on his arm
Thinking that this’ll throw the man off and he’ll leave to which he did leave after a while of walking and that’s when you let go of Light “sorry some guy was following me and I wanted to shake him off” you explained as he nodded “yea I kinda figured that’s what you were doing it’s no problem” he replied deciding to be bold and take your hand
You bit your lip softly to stop the expression that your blushing to appear “soo where are we going?” You ask as you both go deeper into the park “you’ll see..” was all he said when you both got onto the center of the park he had shown you a lit up little area fairy lights, the water fountain reflecting those light’s making the water light up, flower bushes all around
“Oh wow..” you said softly placing your well-manicured hand over you mouth “like it?” He asked with a smirk watching your every move “yeah.. are you finna propose or something?” You questioned him eyeing him suspiciously
He chuckles “no no nothing like that, I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend” you pause for a moment he was so casual about it you almost missed the question, you practically jumped on him screaming a yes he returned your hug smiling but what you couldn’t see was the dark look in his eyes
Next thing you know, your on tv you watch as the reporter says that you’ve been missing for three months she finally asks? who’s that girl?
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MY MUSE
My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works
Word count: 840
Pairing: Hyunjin x fem reader (all my imagines are fem reader but there are no gendered terms in this one)
Note: I enjoy drawing and painting, so this might be a bit of a self-indulgent drabble haha
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Art supplies sat neatly on the table in front of you, each one ready to use. Pencils, sharpeners, erasers, and blending tools were laid out before you. Anything you could possibly need was within reach and at your disposal.
Hyunjin's sketchbook sat across from yours lying open on a blank page, his supplies lined up tidily beside the book. Your setup looked very similar; your pencil case was positioned beside your sketchbook, your own sharpener right beside it, as well as your eraser.
Hyunjin had some time off and so the two of you had planned to have a night of drawing together.
You watched as he grabbed his plastic headband and put it on, pulling his lengthy onyx hair away from his face, displaying his perfect features. He then grabbed his phone, humming to himself as he scrolled through his music library perusing the different genres and selecting a song to play before taking a seat across from you.
He gave you a gentle smile. "You ready to get started?"
"I am." You nodded.
You opened your sketchbook to an empty page, unzipping your pencil case and pulling one of them out. Unsure of what to draw, you sat idly for a few seconds, twiddling your pencil while waiting for inspiration to strike. That's when your eyes landed on the man sitting before you, already hard at work sketching across his page.
Your muse.
The tip of your freshly-sharpened pencil hit the page and you got to work, sketching out shapes and rough outlines, glancing up at Hyunjin every few seconds to make sure your draft matched the model.
The ball of your socked foot tapped against the carpet, matching the rhythm of the relaxing indie song that played from Hyunjin's Bluetooth speaker as you allowed yourself to get immersed in your work. All of your focus was zeroed in on the masterpiece in progress. The sketch was coming along well, though there was a couple times you had to keep erasing the lips and redrawing them because your sketch just wasn't doing justice to the real thing.
You loved this. Sitting peacefully while drawing with your loving boyfriend and listening to music was something you've been wanting to do with Hyunjin for a while. Even though there were no words being exchanged and you were both sitting in silence while concentrating on your own artworks, it was still absolutely perfect. One of the many things you loved about Hyunjin was being able to be in his presence and not having to say a word. Wether that be drawing, cuddling, or watching a movie. Just having him there was enough.
Your sketching ceased for a few seconds as you swapped out your pencil for one with darker lead so you could begin shading and darkening the lines of your drawing.
No more than thirty seconds later you were back to work, dragging the sharpened edge of the lead along the faded lines you'd roughly sketched out earlier.
"Relax, love." Hyunjin chuckled, pressing his thumb between your brows to smooth out the creases.
Your face relaxed under his touch as you let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry."
"You're really focused, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"That's cute." He murmured, his eyes lowering to your sketchbook which you were quick to cover with your hands.
"No peeking."
"Alright, alright." He chortled, picking up his pencil once again and proceeding with his sketch.
The supplies which had once been laid out neatly were now scattered across the table, each one being dropped without a care as to where it landed. Neither of you had time to gently place down each item once you were finished with it, you were far too focused on your sketches. An unknown amount of time had passed since you first sat down, both you and Hyunjin getting lost in your craft. You were so engrossed you didn't get a chance to see what he was drawing.
"Alright." You huffed out, pushing your hair away from your face. "I'm finished."
Hyunjin was quiet for a moment as he quick scribbled his signature at the corner of the page.
"Me too." He announced.
You held your masterpiece to your chest, not wanting him to see just yet.
"Are you ready?" You asked.
He nodded and you flipped the page around.
Hyunjin's brows raised as he took the paper from you so he could look at it closer.
"You drew me." He stated in awe.
"Of course I did. You're my muse."
He chuckled softly, handing you his drawing.
To your surprise, an image of you sitting and drawing was portrayed in shades of gray pencil lead.
The both of you were drawing each other without even knowing.
"You're my muse too." He mentioned.
Your eyes gazed over the sketch in awe, admiring his seamless shading and the way he captured your features so well. He truly was blessed with a talent for art.
"You made me look so beautiful." You murmured softly under your breath.
"Because you are beautiful, darling."
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Masterpiece
Summary
When Crowley challenged Aziraphale to sketch him live, he didn't expect the angel's conditions: to choose the pose, the location, and what to wear.
Or how Aziraphale draws Crowley half-naked...
Notes
Having been a little busy today, I've just finished this light little story...
Day 22 : Blushing
On Ao3
Rating T - 1204 words
"Crowley, stop moving now."
Aziraphale had just given the order to the demon without even looking up from his sketchbook.
Crowley took the opportunity of the Angel not having his eyes on him to roll his eyes and reply, "Angel, when I agreed to pose for you, I never thought you'd be so serious and bossy. And especially that I'd have to stay half-naked on that couch for so long."
The demon was proud to have managed to say that without moving an inch.
Aziraphale finally looked at him and sheepishly replied, "I'm almost done. Aren't you too cold?"
Crowley responded with a shake of his head, earning another scolding look before the angel returned to his sketches in his notebook. The demon thought back to what had gotten him there and knew he had only himself to blame.
He'd been surprised that he'd never seen Aziraphale draw, but his notebook had filled up with recent drawings of him, Muriel, people on the street, and he'd asked the angel about it. Aziraphale had confessed that he often drew from memory, and most of the time when Crowley was asleep or away.
Of course, Crowley, unable to resist, had challenged him to draw a live portrait of himself.
At first, the angel had refused, but at Crowley's insistence and coaxing, he had agreed, but on one condition, which Crowley had accepted without even knowing what it was, so pleased was he that Aziraphale had agreed.
If only he'd known.
The angel's condition was to choose the position, the outfit, and the location. The first was fine, the last too, but the outfit...
The reason the angel asked if he was cold was because Crowley's only garment was a white sheet that covered him to just above his hips and fell in soft folds around his legs, leaving his upper body bare.
Aziraphale said quietly, not looking up, "It won't be long now, my dear, I promise."
Crowley smiled indulgently, he was a little cold to be honest, but the satisfaction of seeing Aziraphale absorbed in something he loved, and being the subject of it as well, made him forget that little inconvenience.
He asked, "Will you show me when it's done?"
Aziraphale nodded and replied, "It's the least I can do if I'm already putting you through it."
He bit the end of his pencil before continuing without looking at the demon, "Now shut up, you're distracting me."
Crowley frowned and replied, "When I talk, I distract you, but you don't mind that I'm half-naked?"
The angel replied as he drew, "Why should that distract me, I'm used to drawing you, I know your beauty."
He didn't realize that his words had unintentionally made the demon silent. Besides, if he'd looked up at that moment, he would have had to add a detail to his drawing, a small shadow on the demon's cheeks, which had just blushed at the words the angel had just spoken so casually.
Crowley had regained his composure when Aziraphale looked up at him again. The demon had to keep from smiling too much, since the angel didn't want him to move, but he was amused by his level of concentration.
He was really starting to feel cold, but he did his best not to move, even though he longed to pull the sheet over his shoulders.
To distract himself, he studied Aziraphale's face and soon became fascinated by all the facial expressions the angel was making as he continued to sketch, looking up and down at his notebook periodically.
Crowley couldn't help but smile fondly when Aziraphale suddenly put down his pencil and lowered his notebook, saying softly in an uncertain voice that contrasted with his bossy tone from earlier, "I'm done.
Crowley gathered the white sheet around him and started to stand up, eager to see the drawing. But Aziraphale stopped him by raising a hand and, standing, said quietly, "Stay seated, it's me who's come to show it to you."
When he reached him, Aziraphale pushed aside the few books that had been part of the background of his drawing, sat down next to Crowley, and pulled the plaid from behind the sofa, unfolding it and wrapping it around the demon.
He kissed Crowley's temple softly and said gently, "Thank you for indulging my little whim," before putting an arm around the demon's shoulders and holding him close.
Crowley, happy to feel the warmth spreading through him, snuggled even closer to Aziraphale and playfully replied, "Well, Angel, I'm the one who wanted you to draw me, so I only have myself to blame. Come on, show me now."
Without letting go of the demon, Aziraphale bent down and grabbed the notebook, handing it to Crowley, who opened it to the last page.
The demon couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise.
Misunderstanding his reaction, Aziraphale asked worriedly, "Is it that bad?"
Crowley shook his head, unable to speak for a few moments, then replied, "Angel, it's... it's gorgeous."
He was in the pose Aziraphale had asked him to take, but instead of on the sofa, he was on a fainting couch, his upper body resting on the stack of books as Aziraphale had arranged it.
He asked, "Why this particular pose?"
Aziraphale blushed as he replied, "Well, one day I came across a photograph of a sculpture of a woman in that pose, and it immediately reminded me of you. So when you challenged me to draw you live, and I agreed, all I could think of was to depict you in this manner. Thus, my condition."
Crowley, still in awe of the drawing, nodded and asked, "And the name of this sculpture?"
Aziraphale replied, a small amused smile now on his lips, "The icing on the cake, my dear, is that it's called the Allegory of Astronomy.
The angel couldn't help but laugh at the astonished look on the demon's face.
Then he turned serious again and said quietly, "I'm glad you like it."
Crowley said quietly, "I really like it," and then asked, "So, how does it feel to paint me while I'm present and awake?"
Aziraphale pretended to think and mischievously replied, "Well, it's harder because you're very talkative and you move around a lot."
Crowley exclaimed, "You really are a bit of a bastard sometimes, you know!"
Aziraphale chuckled slightly and replied, "Seriously, it's interesting because of the light and all the things I don't take into account when I draw from memory, but, what was difficult..." He paused for a moment and a cheeky expression spread across his face as he continued, "...was resisting the urge to get up and kiss you."
Not to be outdone this time, Crowley raised his head toward the angel and replied with the same playful expression, "There's nothing stopping you from doing it now."
Aziraphale didn't hesitate and closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to the demon's in a lingering, tender kiss.
And, before allowing himself to be swept away by the sweetness of the moment, he thought that no matter how perfect his drawing might be, nothing could beat the perfection of holding the subject of that drawing in his arms.
His beautiful demon.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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OK, I'm moving soon, and I'm currently sitting in the middle of my ravaged flat surrounded by boxes, jars, and all sorts of things you never know you even had before it's time to go pack them up.
So here's a bunch of soapghost headcanons about moving in together.
• They end up helping each other to pack things. The flat they chose is a two-bed in Epping, really close to the forest. Easy to get to when they come back for a break, technically still in London, but in a quieter area on the outskirts of the city. Ghost checked for a multitude of things, including ways to get in and to retreat, hidden cameras, and he's making a custom surveillance system for it. You can never be too safe, right?
• The second bedroom is going to become Johnny's art studio. Ghost has dibs on the living room, he's got a huge TV and a PS5. And his humongous bookshelf will also go in there. They plan it out perfectly, so that they can spend time together, but also can have their alone time without bothering each other.
• Ghost refuses help at first, but then Johny just shows up with his portable speaker, and hangs out with him. It's a little distracting, and he has way too many books, they run out of boxes. Ghost never tells him, but he's grateful, it was getting overwhelming.
• Ghost's place looks neat, if not a little barren, his things are all sorted to perfection. He's got a collection of shotguns, too. And a huge table, perfect size to work on them comfortably. Cleaning and servicing guns never fails to calm him down. His favourite is an older one, a Benelli M2. It's in pristine condition albeit a little worn, its barrel needs to be changed because it can only last through so much shots, but Ghost kinda wants to keep it as it is, even though it's not practical. He's sentimental about it. They spend a lot of time packing them all up carefully.
• Johny actually asks him to come over, because his adhd gets unmanageable when he goes through all his things, and it's easier if a very specific person makes him stay on track, otherwise he'd be still stuck there reading his diaries and going through his pile of sketchbooks, and oh, the drawing supplies, he has the urge to use that beautiful box of designer gouache his sister gifted to him literally right now because he forgot about it, and now it's so tempting. Ghost thinks of it as of a mission, so he comes up with a strategy and keeps it tactical. And he makes Soap take breaks every once in a while.
• Soap's stuff doesn't fit into the van. Even with the furniture dismantled and packed, he's got so much things, a lot of them art supplies, a huge easel, half-finished paintings, canvases he forgot about or he hadn't had time to come back to. And his bed is freaking huge. They finally cram it in, but it's a really tight squeeze. Comparing to this, Ghost's was half-empty. Thank god their new place is on the bigger side.
• Ghost gets distracted, too, when they pack the paintings. He's not an artsy kinda guy, yet they are so good, he's entranced. It's Johnny's turn to make him focus. Soap doesn't think much of his art, and Ghost makes a mental note to compliment it more often. He really wants to see more. Hell, he'd even pose, if Soap ever asks for it. He won't tell him though.
• There's a "do not touch" black sketchbook with a little white scull drawn on the cover, and Soap flushes deep red and packs it away in record times. Ghost is intrigued beyond measure. He has assumptions of what's in there, and he sneakily checks it out when Soap goes to pack his clothes. It's full of sketches of him. Soap actually took his time to study him, he thinks, even the tattoos are all looking exactly right. The ones from the shower make him wonder if Soap actually memorised him that well or he got some sneaky reference pics (how did he manage that, the bastard). It's got notes, too. It takes an effort not to read them, but Ghost feels like he already intruded a bit too much, so he puts the sketchbook back where it was. Just in time, because Soap pops out with an absolutely ridiculous coat in his hands, and goes "hey, look what I used to wear when I was 18!"
• Ghost has a freaking lot of random jars. They're all empty. When asked about it, he confesses that he wanted to make jam, his grandfather used to make a lot of it every summer. It's one of the good memories he has, and there's not so many of them. He tried to make it once, but failed, and had to throw away the whole batch. They keep each and every one, although it seems stupid.
• Johnny's art stuff is a whole lot. He's got tree branches and clay, and a fucking mannequin (it scares Ghost every time he walks in Soap's living room, because his side vision registers it as a person, and he can't get over it). The mannequin has a crooked smiley face drawn on it with a sharpie. There's sheets of metal, fabric, a lot of acrylic, and a ton of instruments. He was trying to get into modern sculpture, Soap says, it didn't really work out. Needs more 3d thinking. Ghosts proposes to try again after they move. He's good at fixing stuff, and he's really good at guerilla warfare, they'll find a way to make even the weirdest thing Soap comes up with hold together.
• Soap's got little led garlands wrapped on every vertical thing at his place. At first Ghost thinks it's stupid, but when the night comes, and Soap lights all of them up, it actually feels almost magical. They sit on the floor with mugs of tea and coffee, and, although it's messy and everything is moved out of place, it's still beatiful, and it feels so safe. Ghost finds himself feeling more like a 5 y o than he probably ever did, sitting there just watching lights slowly light up and fade. He's never been good at making his places cozy. He'll ask Soap to work on their new flat to make it more like that. He really wants the lights there, too.
• Johnny's mugs are all different. He's got the "guns and coffee" with a redrawn Starbucks logo, the mermaid holds two pistols. Ghost gets the "under all your tattoos you're still a mainstream cunt" one when it's Johnny's turn to make tea. He pretends to be offended. There is a pink one with "unt" on it. It makes sense when Soap turns it, and the handle finishes the word. There's one with lots of bees, and it reads "bear daddy". Ghost makes the stupidest jokes about it.
• Ghost hasn't got a lot of kitchenware, and all his plates and mugs are white, the cheapest ones from IKEA. And he's only got one chair. No guests - no need. Johnny finds it a little depressing, but says nothing.
• Johnny's spicerack is probably the second biggest collection he has after his art stuff. He likes cooking, and he likes trying new recipes. His favourite go-tos sit separately on the kitchen counter. Ghost has to admit that he's really good. Ghost's spices are just salt and pepper, which gets him "and you live like that? Lt!" from Soap.
• When they finally move their stuff in, a call from Price comes. There's things to do like right now, get ready in 5, be at base in an hour and a half. Ghost likes his work, yet he can't help but get a little grumpy. He really wanted to get it over with. And to see what comes out of it with all things in place. And to have a chill evening with Johnny, watching these little lights again with some quiet ambient playing on the background. "It's OK," Soap says, "we'll get it sorted when we come back."
OK, that's gonna be it for now, I have a sad option and a silly option to go for, but I'd rather make a part two and separate them.
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Take Me Into Your Room
Sunny Day Jack x May-Rose (OC)
Note: This is a draft for a long fic I titled "Chasing Rainbows." It may or may not appear in the story, depending on where I take the story.
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Jack had been invited to the bed today, and boy, was he eager to be welcomed. His eyes glistened like a kid in the candy store as he looked around. May was currently in the bathroom fixing herself up for bed. So, Jack – feeling like he had limited time to put use this privilege – covered ground as much as he could.
May had a somewhat cluttered room. It was organized to a degree. She had a large pile of stuffed animals in the corner of her room that tumbled over to the left side of her bed. Next to the doorway of the bathroom, sat a little workspace, set up as a desk with an open sketchbook on top of it. He looked inside, just at the open pages. There was a doodle of what looked like the cup designs in Popov’s Yogurtopia and a little body underneath. On the walls were band posters (they were way after his time, but he could tell what they were) and shelves that held glittery big-eyed beanie babies and Care Bears.
It made him feel bad to think so, but May didn’t strike him as a person with “soft-oriented��� interests. She struck him initially, as someone who was very mature. Not that it exempted her hobbies in the slightest. It surprised him, but he was delighted nonetheless. Many people in their adult life seem to just give up on their interests for the sake of seeming and feeling like an adult. They would have hobbies, but it extended as far as cooking, sewing, or watching TV. And they were fun on their own, but they were the rule. The accepted and seen as suitable.
That wasn’t what being an adult was supposed to be at all! There wasn’t even a right way to do so, in fact. Who says being an adult means depriving yourself of being childish and fun? Certainly not Jack. And he didn't want to toot his own horn, but he considered himself very fun.
He flinched when he heard May’s footsteps. Without anything else to do he just stood awkwardly as she came outside. He heard her stop beside him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
She was wearing a headwrap with floral print with a large-ish band tee that stopped over her waist. He didn’t see any shorts to speak of.
Jack gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just taking a look around. I hope that was okay?”
She gave him a blank stare with her catlike green eyes. He wet his lips and gave a quick glance at her work desk. “You have great sketches!”
“Ugh!” May was quick to pass him and slam the book closed. “You went through my stuff?!”
“No, no! It was already open! And I only saw the two pages that were.”
May flipped through the book, checking for any new creases or tampering. Though the book was weathered, she handled it with care and could tell when it was messed with. Of course, she found no such signs. Though she narrowed her eyes at him and smacked the book lightly against his chest. “This is off limits.” she said.
Jack nodded obediently.
Plopping the book down on her desk, May sauntered over to her bed and her shirt flew up as she threw herself over it. Ah. Turns out she was wearing shorts. They were just thin and elastic, though not nearly long enough to cover the round, voluptuous pair of cheeks that held at her lower back.
She landed on the left side of the bed and sighed, smiling as she spread her arms and legs out on the comforter. Jack remained where he was. He twiddled his thumbs, looking between the floor and the bed.
“You coming in or ain’t you?” May asked.
Jack perked up and immediately made his way over to the bed. He eased himself onto it and felt around on the comforter, his smile growing. He lied back, staring at the ceiling a good while and then rolled on his side, giggling as he burrowed his face into the pillow.
Normally, the sight of a grown man being so enthusiastic at the comfort of her bed would have put her off. But she couldn’t help but smirk in amusement. Jack was so unreal-ly whimsical. Like something out of a Spielberg or unheard of Disney Channel movie. Especially when he smiled. He was handsome. Charming even.
She almost didn’t care he had on his jacket and shoes in her bed.
He opened his eyes and wet his lips, “Sorry for looking in your sketchbook.” he apologized softly.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay… you seemed pretty upset and I didn’t want to offend you.”
“It’s squashed.”
He gave a relieved sigh, and just like that he was hugged up against her pillows again.
“I’d think you never had a bed before, let alone slept in one.” May said.
“Well, you have been making me sleep on the couch,” Jack replied, “which is fine! It’s your house and all… but personally, I don’t really recommend them for sleeping.”
May hummed in agreement, “I get it. It makes my neck ache sometimes.”
Jack propped his head on his arms, “Do you sleep on it often?”
“Only on the weekends.” May replied, “Usually… anyway, I spend most of it binging my favorite TV shows and then I’m just” she clicks her tongue, “out.”
“That’s not healthy.” Jack stated.
“Yeah, I know, but I deserve to veg out. I work myself to death at work – unpaid, by the way.”
Jack gave her an incredulous look, “That’s not healthy either!” he said with a bit of laughter. May can’t help but laugh with him.
“Hey, if I want to bum out on the couch all weekend after working for shit pay from my ain’t shit boss, that is my business, sir!”
They both laugh a while, reach a lull in the conversation, then fall asleep. At least, May does. Throughout the night, Jack can’t help but think to himself about what May told him. He hoped she wasn’t serious about her work schedule. By now, he knew she had a habit of being sarcastic, but she rarely exaggerated.
‘She’s stuck,’ Jack concluded, ‘stuck and tired. She doesn’t know how to change things for the better. But I swear I’ll help her!”
If she let him help anyway. It would take a while, but she would come around. They were in this together. What were friends for after all?
#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#sunny day jack fanfiction#sunny day jack#sunny day jack x mc#sunny day jack x oc#Ch: May-Rose#sdj oc#black!oc#visual novel#my fics
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So the panic still hasn't set in and I'm already running out of punkflower rambles (´-﹏-`；)
As much as ganke insists he's not the guy in the chair he probably covers for miles at school at least a few times, right? Maybe finishes up some of miles assignments and makes excuses for him when he's late to class and making sure miles gets all the notes
And going off my previous ramble that miles draws Hobie all over his assignments the two get caught when Hobie isn't drawn on the homework for that day
So after that ganke begrudgingly starts drawing Hobie on miles assignments.
At first he takes tracing paper traces a drawing from miles sketchbook and then transfers it onto the homework and that works just fine and they don't get caught anymore
But there's only so many drawings of Hobie in miles sketchbook that are small enough to fit on an assignment so when ganke realizes this he starts trying to draw Hobie by hand so he'll never run out of Hobie drawings
The first few times he sucks at it and can't get miles style right, but since he's traced miles work a lot he quickly gets the hang of it
Now ganke, who isn't the best at drawing, is a master at doodles of Hobie. He complains about it to miles a lot how it's the only thing he can draw that actually looks good and makes miles buy him lunch all the time because he says he deserves an apology
Miles chooses to never complain when ganke demands miles buys him lunch because he knows the lengths ganke goes to to make sure miles doesn't get kicked out of school for not doing the work
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Izumi Sena & Leo Tsukinaga x a messy, messy gn!artistic reader
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Synopsis: How would Izumi and Leo act with a partner who’s a tragically messy artist with extra messy on the side.
Tw? Unless you find fluff and pretend constant disappointment absolutely mortifying, there’s none!
Author note: I’ve fallen down the bottomless pit of Knights yet again and now i’m writing x reader fanfic to quell my depressing thirst for fictional idols. I don’t think the bible approves of me guys-
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- Izumi Sena -
- Oh great, ANOTHER Leo. At least you’re not running around at the dead of night getting lost and losing your phone…. Right? RIGHT?!?
- He loves you! He does! It’s just… When he sees the remains of your 3AM artist mayhem it just makes him question everything. Just a bit.
- The sketchbooks… The loose paper… The pens, pencils, and markers all over the place… God it haunts him in his dreams. I mean, how does a marker make it behind the GOD DAMNED PILLOWS?!? HELLO?!?!
- Has seriously considered buying restraints. Don’t test him… He will. (must we remember his Makoto moment…?)
- He thinks it’s stupid that you trash so much art. You’re going to suffocate your trashcan with all that beautiful messy art.
- And don’t think you can get away with digital art!! He’s seen your file names!!! Disgusting. How do you even manage to find anything? You don’t? Explains a lot.
- It doesn’t matter where you crash, as you’ll always find yourself back in bed with all your tasmanian devil destruction cleanly put away.
- He always makes sure you get enough sleep, enough to eat, and plenty to drink. And don’t go slouching around like an idiot! It’ll ruin that pretty pretty appearance of yours… Seriously, SOOOO annoying.
- When you show him your recent art piece that has survived Hurricane Y/N, he smiles, just a bit. Butttt like the tsundere he is he quickly covers it up and says your eyes are just playing tricks. You draw too much. Go to sleep before he has to go through the hassle of getting you glasses!!!
- What’s that? You want to know his opinion? Well, of course you do! He is the MOST qualified person for this. He is a model after all~~ He gives you a healthy balance of compliments and criticism. He knows what getting crappy criticism is like, and he never wants you to experience that too. Especially from him.
- Once you’ve left, he smiles and admires your work. He loves it! It doesn’t matter if it’s the next Picasso masterpiece or not, it was made by you and that’s special. He really wants to see where your art goes, and he will stop at nothing to make sure that becomes a reality.
- Leo Tsukinaga -
- Crazy artist two, electric boogaloo.
- The team rocket theme plays when the two of you are seen together.
- “PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!”
- Leo is genuinely SO happy he’s with you. Seriously. He’s never letting you go. Forget Anzu when he has YOU! :D His best, most beautiful muse!
- Naru walks into your shared room with Leo, it’s literally all paper and various stationary. She can’t even see you two!! She sighs and closes the door, she can’t take this much longer….
- Leo sees your art, and he glows. Like, LITERALLY glows. (god applied glow ink to him for 1800 seconds.)
- Your art just makes him so happy and giggly. He’s already hugging you and bouncing up and down like no tomorrow.
- Sometimes, he sees music in your art. Like, both figuratively and literally. There are now at least 20 songs that have come from the back of your sketchbook and 20 more that was written i n your sketchbook.
- If you were to EVER degrade your art in any fashion, well, Leo will get very grumpy. And whiny. And clingy. He’s NOT leaving your side and he will NOT shut up until you agree that all your art is beautiful and you’re super talented and super attractive and amazing and funny and- it never ends…
- There have been multiple instances where all the idols in Ensemble Square have found washed up and stranded pages filled with doodles and music notes. They’re just… not even surprised. They’ve even made a competition from it!
- Whoever finds the most abandoned children of the artistic mayhems ™️ gets *idk insert something that sounds appealing i can’t think of anything.*
- Now, if you decide to come with Leo to Florence, well…. Hell hath no fury like an Izumi annoyed. Buttttt that’s another story for another time ;)
I hope yall enjoyed my little head cannons for my favorite two idiots. If any of you wanna request then please check my pinned post! Have a good rest of the next 12 hours :)
#ensemble stars#izumi sena#leo tsukinaga#x reader#fanfic#izumi sena x reader#leo tsukinaga x reader#knights x reader#gn reader#artist reader#artist#fluff#headcannons#hcs
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Here is a sequel to this oneshot and this one
I present, Prussia and Austria bickering about who is more jealous, still at the Congress of Vienna:
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Austria was sketching the uniforms of the men who walked past as he waited. Prussia was not the first one who had turned up in the morning, which was enough to tell Austria that something was afoot. Prussia made a habit of being early to everything and always ready to judge others for their lack of discipline.
Just as Austria flipped the sketchbook to another page, Prussia appeared on his big warhorse. Austria raked him with his eyes. His uniform seemed in order, but Austria could not shake the feeling that he was coming directly from Russia’s bedchamber.
They had gotten suspiciously close during the last coalition, and Austria suspected that it was Russia recruiting an accomplice to support all of his ambitions, which were undoubtedly to dominate the continent. He wanted to replace France as a tyrant.
Prussia dismounted and handed his reigns to a groom. As he strode towards him, Austria took note of Prussia’s gait, which was marred by a limp. He knew that Prussia had suffered an injury to his leg at Jena, which had caused him a limp. Yet, Austria watched him carefully and wondered if the limp was not more pronounced and if it was because of a certain Russian.
He snapped his sketchbook closed and stood up. Prussia seemed to notice his presence, and Austria could see the way he sighed from the way that his shoulders moved.
When he got close enough, Prussia said, “Good morning, Roderich. Why do you look like you’ve been waiting for me?”
Austria had already thought through what he was going to say, since he had been considering it since he had first noticed how close Russia was getting. He replied, “Because I think it is time that you and I have a conversation.”
Prussia raised a pale eyebrow at him like he was puzzled, so Austria added, “We need to talk about alliances.”
He pulled Prussia into a quiet corner, which earned him another annoyed sigh from Prussia as he said, “What exactly are you being so conspiratorial about?”
Austria took a deep breath to brace himself for the conversation and answered, “I believe that Russia is using you to support his own ambitions.”
He didn’t know exactly how he expected Prussia to react. It was certainly not for Prussia to start chuckling. Prussia said, “Of course you do. How it must frustrate you that I have a friend. How it must frustrate you that someone is willing to give me my justice.”
Austria would not describe anything he had seen as friendly, and he could not tell if Prussia was being intentionally obtuse or if he was convincing himself. Austria parried, “A friend? Then what were you doing this morning that made you late?”
He knew the answer, but the way that Prussia unconsciously touched his high collar to make sure that his neck was covered confirmed it. He must have had love bites that he was worried would be visible.
Prussia responded without even denying the accusation, “What business of yours is it? Is it relevant to our alliance? I thought we were here to punish France.”
His defensiveness told Austria that he had been reading the situation correctly, and he suspected that Prussia may not have thought through the implications. It had been some time, as far as Austria knew, since Prussia had last allowed himself affection from anyone.
He tried to be gentle as he explained, “It is relevant because Ivan has his own agenda. I do not deny that he was invaluable in winning the war, but you must know that he will make demands and if you are in his bed, he’ll expect support in exchange.”
Prussia’s face flushed as it was wont to do when he was angry or upset. He snapped back, “Invaluable? You would still be kissing Francis’ ass to keep your empire together if it weren’t for him. I am not interested in hearing the fantasies you thought up while you were still trying to decide if you wanted to keep your alliance with that dwarf.”
Austria bristled at that. He may have chosen the moment he opposed Napoleon carefully, but Prussia seemed to be forgetting that it was a dangerous game. He replied, frankly laying out what he thought, “Believe me, I understand that we all made compromises. Why do you think he is cultivating this closeness with you?”
Prussia laughed, though there was very little mirth behind it, “Affection, dear Roderich. Affection for me, which seems to be a concept that you find difficult to understand.”
Austria sighed. He could tell that he underestimated how much Prussia was already emotionally invested with Russia. There had been much that he had apparently missed before joining the coalition. He could not help but feel that Prussia was being naïve. He clarified, “Gilbert, I am not suggesting that he doesn’t-“
Before he could continue and say that he didn’t find the man unlovable, Prussia cut him off, “And you are one to talk about bedroom politics. While we are sharing, why don’t you tell me what Antonio is asking for? Or Feliks?”
Austria was struck momentarily speechless. He had thought that those conversations were private, and he was shocked to hear that Prussia knew about his liaison with Spain. He asked, sharply, “Have you been spying on me?”
He added to himself Is that what Russia asked of you? To tell him what I am doing? However, he dared not go that far out loud.
Prussia chuckled again, “No, dear, I was spying on Feliks, because I know that he is slippery and would try to find someone sympathetic to him. It was no surprise that he went begging to you.”
Austria could feel anger rising in his chest. He had always found something deeply distasteful about Prussia’s particular grudge, the childishness of refusing to forgive old slights. Before he could voice the feeling, Prussia continued, “But, I was surprised to hear that you have been spending so much time with your ex-husband. I thought you'd lost your taste for anything Spanish.”
Austria balled his hand for a moment to calm himself before releasing the tension. It would be pointless to deny it if Prussia had really had someone watching. Nor was he ashamed about a little dalliance. He sighed and said, “Maybe so, but why do you care about Antonio?”
He saw the look of disgust and frustration that passed over Prussia’s face, and he found it oddly intriguing. Was that a shadow of jealousy? Prussia scoffed, “He’s more selfish and conniving than Vanya is. When you were married to him, it was unbearable to everyone.”
Austria took his opportunity to scoff back, “When did you start concerning yourself with my marital problems?” Then he paused for a moment, realizing what he had just heard, and said incredulously, “And since when is he ‘Vanya’ to you?”
Prussia rolled his eyes and ignored the question and answered, “I care that your zealot ex-husband makes you worse with his hypocrisy and his piousness. If you are going to make it your business who is in my bed, then I am going to demand that you get him out of yours. I am not going to deal with the person you are when he's filling your head with his messianic rubbish.”
Austria could have gone into detail about all the ways that the relationship had changed, about how Spain no longer had the power or the empire to be such a menace. But it felt like an explanation he did not owe to someone who was willing to defend Russia’s ambitions. Spain was a waning empire, while Russia was clearly ascendant.
He could tell from the smug look on Prussia’s face that he thought he had made a maneuver that could not be easily countered. Austria locked eyes with him, knowing that he wanted to gauge the reaction to what he was about to say.
He smiled as he said, sure he was about to catch Prussia, “Ah, concern, I see. That’s funny, because it almost sounded like you are jealous.”
Prussia’s face flushed red, and a distinct crease appeared between his eyebrows. But he was surprisingly composed when he said, “What is funny is that I was about to say the same to you.”
Austria shook his head. He was sure that he was not jealous, since he had been merely trying to warn Prussia about the dangers of falling too fast. It was clear to him from the diminutive and the defensiveness that he was not about to get through to Prussia. The most he could do was proffer a warning, and he had done that already.
He scoffed one more time and turned away, “Fine, but I did warn you. Come, we have work to do.”
Prussia took a few steps to get in front of Austria to seem like he was leading, and Austria heard him mutter under his breath, “I know you’re jealous.” Austria elected to ignore it, at least for the moment.
#hws austria#hws prussia#so many ships#uh#prurus#pruaus#spaus#I warned you that I had napoleonic brainrot two oneshots ago
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{ Clear skies and mudpies? }
Ship: Jude x Kaden
Words: 1,980 (You know, I'm not even sorry now <3)
cw: NONE!
Summary: A day at the beach led to something new and exciting
Note: revealing the new boyo via fic OR if anyone was nosey over the last four days you would have seen him on my carrd already oho! ;)
If you aren't a self-shipper plz dni. I have anxiety.
Warmth, clear skies, and sunshine. Today was the perfect day, a day where you didn't want to sit inside, a day where you wanted to be out in the world even if you didn't have a single thing to do that day. That was the day that Kaden was having. It was a beautiful day and Kaden was feeling particularly creative. So what better way to spend the afternoon than to go down to the beach, plop down at a picnic table and sketch.
Kaden always had an affinity for drawing nature or cityscapes more so than drawing actual people. It was calming and mixed with a beautiful day such as this, it truly made Kaden feel at peace. The wind was warm, the sunshine was bright, birds were chirping their songs and the sound of waves along the beach side was soothing.
All felt peaceful and right in the moment, that was until a small boy trailed up to them, he was holding a green bucket. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He held the bucket up to them and smiled. Kaden peered into the bucket to see nothing but water and sand, no doubt a clumpy clay-like mess at the bottom.
"Ya got some mud there?" Kaden chuckled a little awkwardly. Who was this kid?
The kid set the bucket down and grabbed a big glob full of wet sand. "Mudpie" He said looking between the sand and Kaden.
"Ah, just don't actually eat it 'kay?" Kaden whispered with a small laugh.
That happy expression soon turned to one of instant defeat when the child shlopped the so-called 'mudpie' directly onto their sketchbook and Kaden let out a small whine of horror. Kaden frowned, grabbing the corner of their book and lifting it, the page was completely ruined. Kaden was slowly chipping away at this beach scene for a while now.
"There you are!" A voice called and both Kaden and the little boys' attention turned towards the voice. Kaden was still in shock, eyes, wide. They knew the little boy meant nothing by it, he didn't understand."Sorry abou---" The man looked between Kaden on the bench and the completely destroyed notebook that they had held up in front of them. "Oh….Shit." He looked down at his son, swooping him into his arms.
"Did you do that?" He asked, pointing towards Kaden, Kaden was honestly sitting there dumbfounded. The little boy nodded, now knowing he may have done something wrong. He looked at Kaden shyly and let out a little "sorryyy"
Kaden snapped out of their shock and placed the book down. "I-It's fine…only been slowly working on that for the past….two weeks" The last part came out more like a small whine than anything.
"I'm so, so sorry about that, I turned for a second and he was out of my sight is there any way we can make it up to you?" The father asked, looking down at them.
Kaden looked at the table in front of them, sandy, wet mud splattered everywhere, their pens were covered, their bag was muddy, and their drink was knocked over as the liquid dripped through the slits of the picnic table and onto the concrete below.
"I dunno… It's… It's fine" Kaden breathed out, they were upset clearly but they also knew that it was just a little kid doing what kids do. It was an honest mistake so Kaden couldn't really be angry. They stood to their feet grabbing their bag and grimaced when they noticed not only the muddy sand but also the drink they had also managed to get on it a bit.
"No, it's not fine. Are you an artist?" He asked and Kaden chuckled, shaking their head.
"I do it as a hobby but I don't classify myself as an artist..but it is one of the greater joys I have."
"Then we need to make it up to you. I'm Jude" He spoke softly, placing his son down onto his feet before extending his hand out towards Kaden.
"Kaden. Nice? Nice to meet you?" Kaden chuckled softly, taking his hand and shaking it gently before letting it go. "These circumstances aren't the greatest but yeah, nice to meet you."
Jude chuckled softly. "If you're okay with it, we'd like to take you to whatever the nearest art supply store is. So we can replace whatever got ruined." Jude smiled sweetly.
Jude really did feel bad that he not only let his son out of his sight but that in that small period, his son had managed to ruin someone's belongings and he was determined to make it up to them.
"You really don't have to do that." Kaden chuckled nervously. They were never really the greatest when it came to others wanting to get them things even if it was only to replace what was ruined, hell Kaden had a hard time accepting gifts from friends and family half the time.
"I insist." Jude frowned. "Please… Let us." He offered them a small smile and Kaden smiled in return and shook their head.
"O-Okay…okay, sure." Kaden shrugged their shoulders.
Jude smiled sweetly. He emptied out the sandy bucket and crammed it into the large backpack he was wearing, no doubt full of toys and the like. He scooped his son back into his arms and started to walk alongside Kaden.
"You're gonna have to lead the way okay? I have no idea where any shops like that are." He chuckled softly.
"Okay.." Kaden mumbled. Ah, it felt a little awkward, Kaden never really knew how to talk to people, and it was even worse when Kaden found them attractive and to Kaden, Jude was an exceptionally handsome man. They hated how their mind always went blank on things to say. They were never the greatest at small talk.
"So aside from drawing, what else do you do?" Jude asked.
Thank the gods, he was leading the conversations because Kaden was horrid at it. "Oh, nothing super interesting… I'm a materials handler- basically, I get lists of stuff and I go pluck it out of boxes in a warehouse. Nothing too special" Kaden chuckled awkwardly. "What about you?"
"I'm an engineer" He too chuckled softly.
"Wow, I'm so glad I said mine first." Kaden chuckled softly. "Mine seems boring in comparison"
"Trust me, mine isn't as fun either. I'd take glorified grocery shopping over my job any day" he grinned
Kaden let out a snort of laughter "Glorified grocery shopping, I need to remember that."
They made their way to a small little art store nestled away in a small corner off one of the main roads, tucked away in the heart of the borough. As they walked they talked pretty much the whole way there, what they did, what they liked, the weather, you name it and Kaden was slowly starting to feel less awkward by the second.
The art store had a weathered sign that swung lazily in the breeze. Inside, shelves overflow with colourful paints, brushes of all sizes, and sketchpads waiting to create the next masterpiece. The scent of linseed oil lingered in the air.
Kaden walked in and looked around the shop, the employee there asked if they needed any help and Kaden asked where the sketchbooks were. Jude was soon following after.
"Down~?" Jude's son asked and Jude shook his head "Absolutely not, you caused mass destruction with a bucket of sand, I don't want to see what you can do with paint" He chuckled which earned a smile from Kaden who was browsing the sketchbooks in front of him.
"you can get whatever one you want by the way." Jude hummed softly.
Kaden raised a brow. "Well I'm going to get the cheapest one because I'm not into making strangers spend a lot of money on me" they grinned, squatting down to grab a small little sketch book off the shelf it was about notebook sized and the book was wrapped in leather. "This one will do." Kaden hummed, standing to their feet and handing it over to Jude.
"Did anything else get ruined? I think I seen you tossing out some pens." Jude tilted his head a little quizzically as he held the book.
"book~!" His son cooed, trying to grab it to which Jude switched hands, holding the book down and away from his son. "Not your book~" Jude drew his attention to his son and cooed at him playfully.
"Those were just dollar store-bought pens, not a big deal. I can easily get more." Kaden nodded their head.
"Your canvas bag?" Jude smirked and Kaden shook their head.
"That can be washed~! I'm definitely not having someone I hardly know buy a brand-new bag for me, I'd die on the inside. Plus I would have to make it up to you because they're expensive! Especially here- So you making it up to me would actually make me want to make it up to you and that's confusing!" Kaden laughed softly.
Despite Kaden saying that it was okay, that he didn't need to do anything else for them he smirked and trailed over to the bags that hung on the wall. He looked between Kaden's bag and the ones on the shelf.
"Really it's fine!" Kaden protested, a small laugh leaving them.
"mhhm.." He hummed, plucking a bag from the shelf that was nearly identical to the one Kaden was wearing just less muddy and worn out.
Jude trailed up to the cashier and Kaden huffed in defeat. "Seriously?" Kaden pouted, He was stubborn! They were of course appreciative that he was willing to help them out but Kaden thought it was too much to be spending on someone he didn't even know. Kaden fiddled with the price tags on a random shelf as he paid for the purchases.
He looked over to Kaden and was soon trailing out of the store, Kaden soon following after. Once they got outside he handed their new bag to them and Kaden sighed. "You really didn't have to but…" Kaden's eyes flicked up to his and they smiled sweetly. "Thank-you"
"No problem~ It was the least I could do. I put your sketchbook in your bag for you. We got to head out now but it was really nice meeting you despite all the mud and sand and…yeah" Jude laughed softly.
"Nice to meet you too."
"See ya~" Jude smiled and turned on his heel, walking away with his son still in his arms.
Kaden sighed, looking down at their new bag before putting it on. They flipped the top flap open and unzipped the bag, their hand reaching in to grab their new sketchpad. They were going to have to do some rearranging Kaden took everything out of their old bag and placed it in the new one, making sure not to mess up the newly acquired bag before heading home.
Once Kaden got home they kicked their shoes off and set their bag down on the kitchen table before taking a seat. They stared at the bag and the events that unfolded that day, they couldn't help but think of Jude, he was rather cute and very sweet. Kaden reached for their bag and grabbed their newly bought sketchbook. They opened it up to see a message inside, they tilted their head as they read it.
'Sorry about your stuff! you said if I got the bag you'd want to make it up so…if you ever want to make it up, here's my number: (718) 555-6789. Happy sketching - Jude'
Kaden's eyes went wide as they blinked down at the page, they were shocked and yet a wave of excitement washed over them, they could feel a small blush creep up to their face and a small smile tugged to their lips. What an exciting day…
Tag List: I WILL apologize for tagging ya'll because I literally prefer writing over doing actual art now ngl LMFAO SO SORRY this all you get outta me now AHHHHHHHHHHH \O/
@ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @kylars-princess || @lysandreslittlechatot || @dragonsmooch
#It's the new boyo~ <3#Who has been here for roughly four days already! I DID GOOD KEEPING MY LIP ZIPPED LMFAO but I can't contain myself anymore lkflsdf#[cries] P-Protective dad Jude we love him T_T#Jude 💞#ok 2 rb#I think I'm fallin'
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Bruce Wayne X Brother! Reader || 2 ||
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Authors Note: I did have a sadder version but lost inspiration half way and decided to end it short :/ sorry everyone!
Summary: Reader and Bruce are both brothers who grew up together. One had everything while the other lost everything.
Warnings: Slight fluff, some angst, brotherly love, slow build up.
Word count: 1.3k
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He glared at the flowers that leaned against the door frame. He glared at the letter attached to them.
Bruce Wayne
It’s been two weeks since they’ve last spoken and everyday since then his brother was always leaving him gifts behind. He told him to stay away and to pretend like he didn’t exist, he didn’t want to be known and with Bruce leaving these gifts behind only made him grow angry.
He picks up the bouquet and letter, tossing them both in the trash bin nearest to the kitchen as he leaves for the day. He’s always ignoring the gifts he gets, wether they are good or not he’s not keeping anything that’ll remind him of his brother.
He leaves his apartment building and heads down to the art shop where he sees Julie outside putting up signs. She takes notice of his glare and winced. “Another?” She questions which earns her a nod. “He won’t stop.” He grumbled out angrily as he steps inside the shop, looking for some new sketchbooks since he completed his last one two days ago. “Maybe he really wants to catch up, you know? I mean, he’s the only family you’ve got.” Julie follows him around the shop. The two have grown close to become friends.
“He’s not my brother, we were never close as kids and he rarely knows me.” Y/n huffs out, bending down to check on some notebooks.
“Yeah—well maybe he does want to know you.” Julie smiles. “Just give him a chance.” She’s been trying to convince him to bond with his brother who he rarely spoke to or even knew. The two boys were never close and they never tried to create a bond until now.
Bruce was trying to hard and all he wanted was to be alone and get back to his normal life. “Why don’t you give him something back?” Julie asks, tapping her finger against her chin as she thinks. “Leave him some art work, small work.”
“I’d rather leave him a death threat on his doorstep and tell him to fuck off.” Y/n mumbled over his shoulder as he picks a blue notebook and stands back up, sighing deeply as he ran his fingers through his hair in exhaustion. “Fine—I’ll send something small but I’m not creating a bond with him.”
“Technically, you sending something is already a form of bonding—“
“Shut up!”
Julie laughs at him as she rings him out. Y/n is quick to leave the shop and back out into the streets. He shivers at the cold wind, Gotham will soon be covered in snow and he wasn’t a big fan of the cold weather. He sighs to himself as he stuffed his things in his bag, biting his lip as he thinks back to what Julie told him about bonding with Bruce.
He didn’t know what to give Bruce, the man already had everything. What else would he need?
Y/n finds the situation complicated and instead changed his mind on even trying. He’d rather deal with Bruce being annoying towards him instead of creating that bond they never had. He zips up his jacket and began to head home, ignoring the other civilians of Gotham who also walked down the pavement. He sighs deeply to himself once he arrived back home, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
He pushed the door open only to see a sealed up letter fall from the door. He raised a brow and bends down to pick it up, turning it over to see his brothers name. He frowns deeply, holding the letter right between his fingers as he turns back around and heads down the hallway.
He’s had enough of these petty gifts. He wasn’t going to allow Bruce to bribe his way into his life, no way in hell is he going to allow that. So, he makes his way towards Wayne tower where his lovely step brother is living, watching everyone from above. Bruce was the real Wayne here in Gotham while he remained as nothing. He didn’t care about money or titles, he just wanted to be left alone and didn’t want to get involved with Bruce’s life again.
He spent too many years alone and doesn’t care if Bruce is trying to make things up. The man was far too late in trying to reconnect.
Upon his arrive to the Wayne tower, he is able to find a way inside without having to deal with anyone getting in his way. He lived in the tower himself, knowing the secret routines into sneaking out and getting in without being detected. He still remembers the days he snuck out without his parents knowledge, trying to find some freedom from being hidden.
He walks through one of the tunnels that takes him down to the basement. It used to be full of cars or other additional storage, but he didn’t expect himself to stumble upon his brothers nightly activities. The place was set up with computers along with equipment for his suit. His brothers motorcycle parked near the entrance along with his car hidden underneath a tarp. Now he knows where he keeps everything hidden.
He shakes his head with a groan, rubbing his temples as he continues to walk through the basement where he finds Bruce hunched over his computer, not knowing he was there. So, he approached his brother and slams the letter down, startling Bruce with wide eyes as he stands from his seat.
“How did you—?”
“Stop sending me things.” Y/n cuts to the chase. “If you think sending me things is going to fix our family relationship, well it’s not.” He points a finger at bruce, glaring at him. “I told you to leave me alone. To pretend like I don’t exist—now stop the bribing because it’s not going to work.”
Bruce frowns, standing from his seat as he glanced at the letter and then back at his brother. “I’m not bribing you, I just want to start over. I know that we didn’t get along well as kids but you are still my brother.”
“Step brother.” Y/n corrects him, sighing deeply. “It doesn’t matter Bruce, it’s not your responsibility to reconnect.”
“You weren’t there.” Bruces voice grows louder, stepping forward as he takes ahold of his arms, giving him a soft glare. “You weren’t at our parents funeral and you never showed up back home. I thought you were gone forever or that you ran away! I searched for you, Y/n. You can tell me that we never got along but I wanted you by my side. You’re all I have left and searched for you.”
Y/n shakes his head, pulling away from Bruce’s hold. “Bruce, that was a long time ago—focus on yourself, focus on being Gothams knight.” He gestures to the basement, letting him know that he is to continue on without him. To be Batman and to continue helping the city.
“Just give me a second chance.” Bruce steps up, a hint of desperation on his face. Bruce was alone when he grew up and expected his brother to be there with him but he wasn’t. Now that he has him back, he doesn’t want their relationship to be ruined again. “Just a chance.” He says again as Y/n looks away, debating if he should give this another try or not.
Y/n sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. “I’ll give you another chance.” He mumbled out but quickly points a finger to Bruce. “But don’t ever mention my name or that we are brothers. I want a calm and peaceful life and not have the press coming after me, got it?” He warns. Bruce nods in return. “Got it.”
“Good.” Y/n sighs deeply as he shakes his head, brushing past him as he heads towards the elevator. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat here.” He grumbled out, ignoring Bruce’s smirk as he enters the elevator, giving his older brother a glare while he rode the elevator up. He said he would give this a second chance, he never promised that things will go back to normal between them
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SFW John ‘Soap’ MacTavish headcanons
A/N: NGL I am weirdly in love with him, he's silly and these are probably ooc.
Edit: Added one new (long) headcanon (that's based IN CANON THO !!!)
On Base:
- Oh my gosh the PDA, he doesn't caaareee. He's got an arm around you at all times that you're nearby.
- Non-stop talks to you or Ghost through the comms unless he *has* to be silent.
- Probably follows you around the base cos he's clingy.
- Tries to show off around you all the time (whether it be getting a good shot or even trying to clear a house quicker than he already does.)
- The guys making jokes about how he acts all the time.
- Boasts about your accomplishments no matter what they're for ("yeah? well, have you seen how great y/n is at-")
Off Base:
- Cuddly as hell, if you're laying in bed or sitting on the couch he'll try to lay next to you or on you.
- Doesn't know how to cook and probably should not be allowed to ;;
- He probably talks about wanting to get a pet with you but knows he can't really because you're both gone so often.
- "Saturdays are for the boys" type motherfucker, he won't stop you from coming along with him and the rest of the 141 and he will obviously try to pay attention to you but he may be distracted by watching football (uk not us.)
- Would show you off and talk about you to ANYONE ("have you met my partner? they're amazing.")
- Keeps a photo of you and him in his wallet AND as his phones background. he also probably likes taking lots of pictures of you and posting them on his social media.
- On the topic of photos and social media, he would absolutely send you pics of himself after the gym and if you work out, he'll be happy to bring you along (totally will not be super excited even if you work out on the complete opposite side of the gym to him.)
In General:
- Soap is like a puppy, he loves you a lot and he has no understanding of personal space.
- Leaves hickeys anywhere you allow him, he doesn't care if the others notice them or if they need to be covered by makeup.
- Randomly shows you memes or tiktoks that he sees that remind him of you or that he thinks would make you laugh.
- If ya'll get into a fight and he makes you upset he'll leave you a little note telling you he's sorry and that he loves you right next to a cute stuffed animal.
- Definitely asks Price for relationship advice, he's not inexperienced but he is perhaps a tiny bit afraid of doing something wrong without realizing it ("what should we do for dates?" "what if they don't like this?" and more questions that Price sometimes can't answer.)
- Soap will try to get interested in something you like even if it's something that seems really strange for him to like.
- Picks up phrases and terms you use (bro def has ADHD and his ass cannot help but mirror you lmao)
- Soap loves to draw, it gives him something to focus on for a while. Whenever you're distracted doing something he likes to pull out his journal/sketchbook and just draw you, sometimes he'll show you the drawings he did which have a gritty comic style (think similar to Gerard Ways art style,) but other times he likes to keep them to himself because he gets a bit embarrassed by how frequently he draws you but he just can't help it!
#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish#soap mw2#soap x reader#cod x reader
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Cloud Sketching
fanfiction
ao3
word count: 1781
Of all the A-Listers to find out his secret identity, Danny never expected it to be Kwan. @ectoplasmicsoda
its very nice today i wanna go outside
Danny floated slowly through the air as he made his way back to the high school. He had just spent the past hour fighting a ghost, on two hours of sleep, and he was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to get back to class so maybe he could try and get a nap.
He sighed in relief when he saw the back of the school. He flew to the front of the roof where the door was and touched down on the concrete. He called on his transformation and waited for his rings to pass over his body.
“Wow. Glad that’s over.”
Behind him he heard the sound of something hitting the ground behind him. His eyes widened and he slowly turned around. Sitting cross legged on the roof behind him was Kwan, his sketchbook laying on the ground, his pencil still in hand.
“Fenton? Phantom?”
Danny turned around and stared at Kwan. “What are you doing up here?”
“I, uh, I’m cloud sketching.” He paused. “What are you doing up here?”
Danny gestured at the air behind him. “You just saw what happened. Do I really have to explain it to you?”
Kwan’s mouth thinned into a line, his cheeks puffed up. He stared Danny in the eyes. “Maybe.”
Danny groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m too tired for this. I’m going to class.”
“Wait!” Kwan said. He scrambled to grab all his stuff and stood up from the ground. He quickly followed behind Danny as he moved to the stairs. “What was that? You’re not gonna tell me what happened?”
“I died.”
Kwan spluttered. “What?”
“I mean.” Danny yawned. “Not all the way. Just a little bit.”
“How do you only die just a little bit?” Kwan whispered.
“Very carefully. You’ll need a functioning ghost portal.”
They walked down the stairs and out into a hallway. Danny looked at Kwan with an annoyed look. “Why are you following me anyways?”
Kwan furrowed his brows. “We have our next class together. Math?”
“Wait, what time is it?” Danny turned back around to go in the opposite direction. He hadn’t even noticed they were walking the wrong way.
“Like, one thirty? School’s almost over.”
“Oh my god I missed more than I thought. My parents are gonna kill me.”
“Can’t kill what’s already dead at least, right?”
Danny shot him a glare.
“So how long have you been Phantom for?” Kwan asked, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“Shh!” Danny covered Kwan’s mouth with his hand. “No one can know! You can’t tell anyone.”
“I wasn’t going to-” Kwan paused as he looked around the hallway. Other students were giving them funny looks at the ruckus they were causing. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Volume control.” Danny continued walking. “It’s something you need to work on.”
They walked into their classroom seconds before the bell rang and Danny went straight to his seat. Kwan sat down at his own desk to Danny’s right but before he could ask him any questions, the teacher spoke over him and started class. Danny could see Kwan turn forward and open his notebook. He was about to start taking notes when Danny threw a ball of paper that landed in front of him.
Meet us behind the school after class today.
Kwan looked at Danny but he already had his head down on his desk.
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Kwan waited behind the school after he walked to his locker and grabbed the things he needed and put away the things he didn’t. He had planned on walking with Danny to the back of the school but he somehow disappeared from the classroom by the time Kwan stood up and turned to face him.
What if he didn’t come? What if this was just a way to get Kwan out of the way? Wait, no, that sounded like Danny was going to kill him. He was Phantom. Somehow. Phantom didn’t kill people. Probably.
He didn’t think Phantom was alive either though.
Then he saw Danny walking toward him with Sam and Tucker. That must’ve been the ‘us’ Kwan was wondering about. It made sense, they were always seen wherever the ghost attacks were happening. Now that he thought about it, they were the only people Phantom ever regularly talked to. How did he not see it before?
They walked up to him and Kwan beamed when he made eye contact with Sam.
“Hi, Sam! Did you see how pretty the clouds are today? I did some sketches to go with my poem, wanna see?”
“Uhh, maybe later. That’s not what we’re here to talk about right now.”
“Okay!” Kwan remembered something. “Oh, wait.”
He started digging around in his backpack before pulling out a couple of pieces of paper.
“I saw that you fell asleep during class today. This is a copy of the notes from today’s lesson.”
“Oh, uh, thanks.” Danny said. His expression looked wary. “Why did you do that?”
“I found out that you’re our hero today!” Kwan smiled at him. “You’ve been so tired lately and you haven’t been able to stay awake during class so I figured I’d at least get you a copy of the notes to look over so you can do the homework.”
“I, wow. Thanks.” He took the notes from Kwan. “That’s actually really nice. This is already going a lot better than I was expecting.”
“What do you mean?” Kwan frowned.
Danny shrugged. “You guys have always picked on us. I figured you’d go and tell all your friends my secret the second any of you ever found out.”
“But you’re Phantom! I’d never do that to Phantom.”
“But he’s also Fenton.” Sam shot Kwan a hard look. It made him feel small. “That’s why we’re worried.”
Kwan kept frowning. He wasn’t sure what they were getting at. “What can I do to prove to you guys that you can trust me?” He asked. “I can take notes, help come up with excuses, all that kind of stuff. Whatever you want.”
“All I really want is for my secret to stay a secret.” Danny said.
“I can do that!” Kwan smiled at him.
“You’d better.” Tucker said and pointed at Danny. “We have ways to make your life a living hell. Namely him.”
“Can’t be anymore of a living hell when your city has a portal to hell in it though. It’ll be fine.”
Danny barked out a laugh. “That was good. You wanted to show Sam your cloud drawings?”
“Yeah!” Kwan exclaimed excitedly. He dug around in his bag. He could hear Danny and Sam talking.
“Great, now we’re never going to get rid of him, Danny.”
“Gotta encourage him in something.”
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With Kwan’s help, Danny’s grades slowly start going back up. He would take notes in classes that Danny either missed or couldn't stay awake in when he hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before. The teachers start congratulating him on his improving grades, although they’d like for him to be able to stay awake in class. But they’d take what they could get.
Kwan was becoming more and more a part of their friend group, much to their initial reluctance. It was a nice change of pace, though. He had puppy energy and was always encouraging the others with kind words and ‘look on the brightside’s’. He wasn’t jaded and it helped with their morale a lot.
Kwan and Danny were walking out of the school together. They were headed to the Nasty Burger where Sam and Tucker would meet up with them later. They didn’t get very far before their conversation was interrupted with a roar coming from the sky.
Flying down to the ground was a fat dragon looking ghost. It’s head was giant. Kwan didn’t know how it stayed upright like that.
It landed on the ground and roared again. It started breathing fire into the air and the other students started running, looking for somewhere to hide.
Danny ran away to find somewhere to transform but that was when the ghost turned to look at Kwan. When it opened its mouth again, this time instead of fire it was the green of ectoplasm gathering there.
Before Kwan could get away, the ghost shot the ectoplasm blast at him. He ducked, hoping that would be enough to avoid it but he could hear it clash with something else. A big boom and then a sizzling sound.
He turned to look to see what happened and Danny was standing there in front of him in his human form. He had his own ectoblast glowing in his hand, pushing against the other and keeping it at bay.
“Danny! What about your secret?”
Danny grunted as he pushed further against the ghost’s ectoblast. Kwan could see as kids poked their heads out of where they were hiding. They stared at him in shock and awe.
“Secrets are meant to be kept, sometimes it’s for the best, but also sometimes you need to know when to spill them.”
The transformation rings appeared around Danny’s waist. As they spread over his body, the kids watching stood up and shook each other, pointing at Danny. The school yard was silent except for the sounds of the ectoblasts.
Once Danny was transformed, he was able to push back the other ghost’s ectoblast all the way.
“Come on, meathead!” Danny shouted at it. “Play with someone your own size!”
Kwan let out a shaking laugh. Danny was nowhere near the size of this ghost. It towered over the school, looking down at it.
He beat it quickly. Kwan came to realize over time that these more monstrous ghosts were easier to defeat. They had no motive beyond destroying stuff, not like the more humanoid ghosts.
Danny touched back down on the ground, clipping the thermos to the new spot on his belt.
“Are you okay?” He asked Kwan.
Kwan stared at him for a few moments and then scooped him up into a big hug, lifting him up off the ground.
“Of course I’m okay!” He swung Danny around. “I’ve got the coolest friend in the world protecting me!”
He could hear the smile in Danny’s voice. “Am I cooler than Dash yet?”
“Hmm. Maybe.” Kwan set him on the ground and smiled at him.
“Phantom!” A kid shouted from across the grass. The other students started running over to where the two of them were standing.
“Phantom, Phantom!”
“You’ve been Danny Fenton this whole time?”
“Why’d you keep this a secret?”
“Haha.” Danny chuckled nervously. “Would you look at that, school’s over? I gotta go!”
The kids whined as Danny flew away, giving Kwan a wave over his shoulder before he disappeared.
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Because of how... informational and borderline info-dumping my writing was, I was more or less talked into revising the first chapter by my co-author, who was initially asked to just edit what I had written but then ended up jumping on the Cryptid 141 bandwagon with me, lol.
Main Masterlist
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,463
Read the sneak peek below the cut:
Rule #1: Come to Terms With the Fact Cryptids Exist
Soap shrugged the thick strap off his shoulder before lazily tossing the duffel bag onto the bed, the careless handling of his depressingly small amount of personal belongings disturbing the neatly tucked covers, which wrinkled under the bag's weight. Soap grimaced at the significant dip in the mattress sympathetically as he rolled his own stiff shoulders, the ache from carrying the heavy duffel for prolonged periods of time stubbornly lingering as if to reprimand him for his poor packing skills.
He probably could’ve done without stuffing everything he owned into a singular duffel bag. But, in his defense, he’d had a face to face meeting with the one and only Captain John Price beforehand, who had personally asked Soap if he was interested in being transferred into the infamous 141 Task Force. So the Scot figured that his oversight when it came to packing could be forgiven, if not be completely understandable given the circumstances.
Soap turned to curiously survey what would be his quarters for the unforeseeable future, almost immediately noting that the room was bigger than the one he’d had in the SAS, which was unexpected -what with him being the FNG and everything- but a pleasant surprise nonetheless. However, other than the size, he found that there wasn’t really anything noteworthy about his accommodations. It was barren of any personality, blank white walls and empty shelves staring back at him as he took in his surroundings.
He was already running through ideas about how to fill the space in his head as he turned back to the bed, unzipping his duffel bag and rummaging inside to retrieve his sketchbook and graphite pencils. He handled them with care, depositing them onto the desk with the intent to organize it all later. Soap ran his hand over the cover of his half-filled sketchbook as he considered his small collection of drawing supplies, making a mental note to invest in getting his hands on more materials before turning away to deal with the rest of his meager belongings.
About ten minutes later, Soap was seated on the floor in front of his dresser, surrounded by a semi-circle of neatly folded stacks of clothes. He had time to tuck his tower of jeans into one of the middle drawers for ease of access before he was startled by a gentle knock on his door frame, the almost tentative bid for attention drawing Soap’s gaze to the open doorway. His eyes nearly bugged straight out of his head when he got a good look at the man that stood just outside his room, his poor brain struggling to comprehend what he was looking at.
Feathers, apparently.
They covered the man’s arms in seemingly random patches, the majority of them clustered near his elbows. Soap’s gaze followed the sparse trail of black feathers down to the man’s hands, his mouth going bone dry when his gaze came to a shrieking halt on the man’s fingers. It was immediately apparent that the stranger’s fingernails were… wrong. They were as dark as the feathers, for one, and they had a wicked curve that reminded Soap of talons that looked more befitting of a bird of prey than a human.
And, when Soap’s owlish stare darted back up to the man’s face, he realized that there were smaller, softer feathers framing it, seamlessly blending into the man’s hair from what he could tell because the majority of the man’s head was covered by a baseball cap. But, judging by the way that the bizarre mix of dark hair and fluffy feathers was consistent on either side of his head -which the cap didn’t cover- Soap could only assume that the rest of his head was the same.
“Hey man, I’m Sergeant Garrik, but everyone calls me Gaz. How’re you settling in?” The man introduced himself warmly, the massive pair of fucking wings that were folded behind his back fluffing up a bit before the feathers flattened themselves down in a rippling wave that made them shimmer in the fluorescent lights above.
“Uh… is there supposed tae be a costume party later? Ah dinnae get the memo.” Soap blurted and under no circumstances would he ever admit that his voice had gone up several octaves by the end of the sentence, his tone bordering on hysterical as he openly gawked at Gaz’s utterly surreal appearance as his poor brain tried to make sense of how someone could look like one of their parents had very strange taste when it came to certain bedroom activities.
And, while Soap was in the midst of a mental breakdown worthy of an indefinite stay at the nearest psych ward, Gaz just stared at him blankly.
“Initiation? Maybe?” Soap asked in a tone that could be described as shrill because he really needed Gaz to burst into laughter and declare that this was all some very elaborate joke pretty soon here or Soap would not be responsible for his actions-
And then finally, he got a reaction from Gaz; though it was in the form of an oddly bird-like tilt of the other Sergeant's head as the wings on his back extended a bit before folding up again in a manner that looked an awful lot like a tell, a tell that betrayed the fact that he was nervous or maybe even bewildered. Soap could certainly relate to both of those emotions at the moment considering his entire world had just been flipped on it’s fucking head.
“What?” Was Gaz’s utterly unhelpful response, his brows reaching for his hairline as he stared at Soap as if the Scot were speaking in tongues. Unfortunately, Soap was absolutely positive that he was speaking English, so the fact that he had managed to confuse Gaz even though he was actively trying to make sense didn’t exactly bode well.
“Anno ah’m the FNG, but ah think this prank is a wee bit overkill.” Soap said weakly as he waved a hand at… well, the entirety of Gaz’s person, which seemed to just confuse the other Sergeant even more as he looked down at himself with furrowed brows before he was back to staring at Soap.
“Excuse me?” Gaz sounded incredulous and maybe even a bit offended, his dark eyes narrowing in a clear warning to tread lightly. Soap would have to choose his words wisely, it wouldn’t do to piss off one of his teammates on the first day. In fact, the Scot actually wanted to get along with his new team, especially since there was so much that he could learn from them considering that they were the best in their respective areas of expertise, not to mention versatile in the field.
“Ah dinnae ken if ye’ve noticed, but yer covered in feathers.” Soap couldn’t believe that he even had to point it out to Gaz, because one would think that it would be painfully obvious that he was talking about the other Sergeant's unnatural appearance. Either Gaz was deliberately being obtuse for the sake of the prank, or he was genuinely perplexed about why Soap was currently debating checking himself into the closest mental hospital to get his head checked.
“Were you not informed?” Gaz asked stiffly, his posture tense and defensive as his searching gaze bore into Soap with an intensity that made the Scot want to squirm.
“Informed? Ae whit?” Soap responded with palpable confusion in his tone, his brows creasing.
“Oh. Oh shit.” Gaz gasped out as something seemed to dawn on him and his eyes widened, an almost panicked expression overtaking his face as he took a hasty step back in order to retreat into the hallway while looking at Soap like he expected the Scot to suddenly jump up and run for the hills while screaming bloody murder. “Sorry man, this must be a bit of a shock to you.”
“Understatement ae the year, mate.” Soap warily agreed because Gaz’s reaction implied that there was a lot more to this fairly disconcerting interaction than he had first thought, which was more than a little worrying considering that Soap couldn’t quite wrap his head around the notion that this whole thing might not be an intricate prank or joke at all.
“I- Uh- Price will fill you in. Soon. Definitely soon. See you later.” Gaz spoke in starts and stops as he absently carded his fingers through the patch of black feathers on one of his arms in what Soap assumed was a self-soothing gesture, the other Sergeant was clearly as out of his element as the Scot was. However, before Soap could wrack his brain for the words that might help him come to understand what the hell was going on, Gaz was already turning on his heel to hurriedly march away.
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