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thisfanisgonesorry · 9 months

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keep talking — könig

got into cod because someone told me he was 6’9 and so i told them i wanna 69

tags: light angst, bros injured, smut, dubcon kinda, phone sex except its a walkie talkie. rushed ending lowkey, ambiguous relationship. ambiguous ending ooo. light blackmail, soldier!reader, y/n is watching better call saul (dont @ me), povs might be weird idk

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“König, how copy?”

Nothing. Literal radio silence.

“König, I’m talking to you. How copy?”

“I’m here.” He grunted after a long period of silence. “Bad copy.”

“I say again. Did you get caught in the crossfire?”

The battlefield surrounding König had bullet shells everywhere, he laid carefully in the ground, trying to hide his large body from any further incoming fire.

“I did.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“What are your injuries?”

“I’m fine.” He growled.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know. Too much dust.”

“König, are you in a safe place? I’m gonna need you to stay there until it’s safe enough for someone to get you.”

“Affirmative.” He panted.

“I need you to say something, König.”

“Minimal damage, only flesh wounds. A few hits in the right leg.” He grunted in frustration. “I got my vest, I’m fine.”

He laid in the ditch, looking around the empty battlefield, only being able to make out clouds of smoke and dust as gunfire continued from the distance, the fight being gradually dragged away from him. He winced as the blood kept pouring out of his thigh.

He dug his fingers into one of the bullet holes in the pants, using it as a weak point to rip the fabric. His hands were too dirty to try and tend the wound himself, so he turned the leg of his pants into makeshift shorts; pulling the fabric down his leg and using the length of it to make a tourniquet for the wound.

“Come in, König.”

“Scheiße.. What?” He barked into the receiver. “I’m not dying, fräulein.”

There was a silence as he tried to shuffle his large body into the ditch, giving his leg room while trying to stay undetected.

“We can’t risk that.” I finally said from the other end.

“Then talk to me. I’m not dying. Don’t treat me like it.” He spoke sternly.

“What do you expect me to talk about?”

“Anything. Just don’t mention that I’m bleeding out.”

“The mission—”

“Not the mission.” He snapped again. “Your day or something.”

“Sorry, um..” I paused, lost on conversation.

There was a moment of silence and he groaned at the hesitance before the receiver burst to life again. He felt a pang of guilt as he palmed himself through his cargo pants. He’d been shot at enough times to learn that the fastest way to get rid of pain is to replace it with something better, and in situations where first aid was out of the question for the foreseeable future, this was all he had unless he decided to just put up with it.

“Okay.” I started. “I started watching a lawyer show. It’s really good.” I started rambling slightly about the show until I ran out of information that König would care for.

I tried to jump from topic to topic seamlessly but a one-sided conversation wasn’t easy to keep going.

“I don’t really have a lot of spare time, so I’m running out of things to talk about.” I commented, noticing a lack of response. “König?”

“I’m alive.” He spoke through shaking breaths.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm..” He nodded, despite me being unable to see him.

“I say again. Are you okay?”

“Gut. Ich bin prima.” He spoke. “Tut höllisch weh.” While I couldn’t make out what he was saying, his sarcasm and frustration was detectable from a mile away.

“English, König.”

“Hurts like hell.” He groaned out.

All of his actions could be explained one way or another, his ambiguous silence, his heavy breathing and grunting. From one end it seemed like a man in pain. On the other end of things, he had his head thrown back in the dirt, stroking himself slowly as the words filled his ears.

His breathing was ragged, hissing and panting as he tried to distract himself. He would manage to build his composure when he needed to talk through the comms, but besides that, he was a mess. Whining and grunting as he tried to focus on the sweet voice on the receiver instead of the stinging metal that was sinking into his skin.

He desperately jerked himself off, stroking his dick tenderly. “Keep talking.” He groaned. “Bitte, I’m bleeding everywhere. Hurts.”

“König..?” I began to feel suspicious at his pleas, it was so unlike him to be like this, he’d been shot before without acting this strange, he was swaying between aggressive and gentleness. “Are you..?”

“No.” He answered quickly, to the point where it raised more suspicion. He cringed at his own reaction, realising he sold himself out, and admitting it with his chest bare.

“König.” I said more sternly.

“Ich musste es tun, es tut so weh und deine stimme fühlt sich so gut an.” He groaned, using the wrong head to think, barely comprehensive as he rambled in a language I couldn’t even speak.

I took a deep inhale, his ramblings proving my point. “Say again in english please.”

“Yes.” He managed to get out.

“Yes, you’re jerking off?”

“Musste, kleine.” He panted, and while I still couldn’t make out his words, I understood that he was admitting to it, and by the sounds eliciting from his throat, it was clear that he wasn’t stopping. “Zu sagen dass es mir leid tut wäre eine lüge.”

“König.”

“Please.” He finally spoke out in english. “Please, keep talking.”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Anything.” He groaned, and there was a moment of silence as we both sat in thought. His harsh demeanour melted quickly, he had no right of way to be a snappy colonel here as the need consumed him wholly.

“Do you expect me to talk dirty to you? Tell you that I bet you’re so hard and aching? That you’re probably leaking everywhere?”

“Scheiße, ja.” He nodded to the blankness of the battlefield, knowing that I couldn’t see his enthusiasm but wanting to express it anyway.

“And that’s all for me?”

“Ja, ja.” He panted out with need. “Need you.. Please?”

I sigh into the receiver and his breath catches in his throat, he gently massages his tip, enough to keep him going but not enough to build any pleasure. Guilt slowly began to consume him but he refused to let that be the other option. He didn’t want to sit in the dirt, bleeding out and crying out in pain instead of ecstasy.

“What do you want me to say?”

“What.. Do you want to say?” He responded carefully, keeping himself calm enough for this conversation to go smoothly. “Please, I’m.. Uh, werde abspritzen.. Orgasm.” He struggled out, his mind going blank.

“You have a lot of explaining to do later.”

“I know.” He groaned. “Tell me.”

I sucked my teeth. “I don’t know what to say to you, König. You want me to tell you how I want you buried deep in me?”

He let out a moan. “That.” He gritted.

“You’re fantasising about how good my pussy feels, right?”

“Ja, gute muschi.” He moaned, and soft slapping sounds began to be audible through the radio. I felt glad that no one else could listen into this line. He muttered incoherencies in English and German, it was hard to keep track of what he was trying to say.

The shame kept threatening to lay heavy on his conscience, though he managed to push it away every time it tried, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t come back later.

“You sound close.”

“Am.” He swallowed thickly. “So sexy. So beautiful.”

“Mhm? Want me to say something about how I fuck myself in my quarters? Gotta keep myself quiet so the others don’t hear me through the shitty paper-thin walls?” I started. “Or how I’m tight because I haven’t got a boyfriend? My Colonel doesn't give me enough time off, y’know?”

The passive aggressiveness was something he made a mental note of, something to save for later to make up for his actions. Right now, he was focused on the orgasm threatening to rip through his body.

“Mhm, like that.” He whined, covering his mouth and his sounds becoming more muffled. “Scheiße—” The embarrassment in his voice lingered in the line for longer than his words did but it didn’t dissuade him. “Can explain this.. Later. Ah, please, right there.” He managed to curse out.

He panted and groaned, a mix of ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ filled the air, surrounded by something or other in german. It was hard to tell what was happening through the walkie talkie, though before I could respond, his dick twitched in his hand, spilling cum from the tip, leaking over his hand and down onto his pants.

He threw his head back into the dirt, trying to regain himself, his afterglow of bliss successfully distracting him, but not enough to not worry about the growing guilt. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“So.. You can explain why you were out of position or why you were jacking off?”

“Both.” He breathed. “I can do both. I’m sorry.”

“Evac van is on its way, it might take a bit to find you.” I tried to bite back a smile. “You should clean up.”

“I know.” He swallowed. “Thanks, uh.. I’m..”

He sighed, knowing better than to keep apologising, mindlessly wiping his hand on his pants, not caring too much of the stain and trying to reorganise himself. He crawled around the ditch, trying to make his position more obvious to the humvee, he could vaguely see it in the distance.

“Tell me you’re not mad, right?” He spoke through the radio, trying to walk towards a more visible vantage point where the enemy wouldn’t see him if there were any lingerers despite the fact that the fight was most certainly further down the open field at this point.

I laughed through the radio, and the cackle of life it brought to the abandoned field was uneasy as he slowly tried to move towards the van.

“No, not mad, but I definitely plan to use this against you in the near future.”

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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hiii!! how r u doing? a small tbb request…..a hc where the reader discovers the batcher's weakness…..like tech is ticklish and teases them about it(the batcher and reader r friend who, u knoww, like eachother)….i mean if this request is weird then pls ignore it………also i lovee all ur tbb hcs<33

Aloha!

Such a nice idea! That's pretty sweet. But I have to admit, it wasn't easy to make up weaknesses like that to be exploitable in a sweet way. I mean, being ticklish is an easy one, but the rest...

Not sure if I nailed the assignment (guess not exactly), but I did something, and I think it's mostly kinda cute!

Sorry you had to wait so long for this one!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Cute Little Weakness

Fluff/Partly Suggestive

Hunter

It takes a while for you to realize it, but once you do, you notice it more and more. Hunter responds to your voice, specific pitches really get under his skin. When you talk to him softly, almost in a whisper, very gently, or when you giggle, laugh heartily.

One lovely evening, you approach him from behind. He already knows that you are there, you don't really sneak up on him, you know that he will notice you anyway, no matter if you try. Your goal is to get close to him, to look over his shoulder from behind while he sits there in the cockpit.

Your head is quite close to his. He pauses, turns his head slightly, and his eyes wander in your direction. As you say softly, in a low, slightly deeper tone, "What are you doing there?"

You can see his fine neck hairs stand up. He blinks as if he needs to reorient himself. Your voice creeps under his skin, gently tingling his nerve endings and triggering a flurry of butterflies in his stomach.

At first, he can't react at all, and you just smile knowingly as Hunter's eyes cautiously search your gaze. His smile is almost shy as he tells you, "Nothing special, why do you ask?"

"No reason, I'm just curious," you say in the same tone, and you can tell that these words, though simple, have the same effect.

Your hands gently rest on his shoulders, still looking sideways over his shoulder from behind, you say, "I discovered your secret, by the way," this time your voice has a hint of innuendo.

"You did?" he asks, startled.

Hunter's heart hammers nervously in his chest. He wonders if you've actually figured him out.

"You have a voice kink."

Hunter blinks several times.

"I have a what?"

"Certain pitches really get under your skin, don't they?"

Hunter takes a moment of mixed relief and nervousness. So you haven't figured out that he has a crush on you. But the fact that you noticed about the voice still makes him feel a little uneasy.

Hunter lets out a small, nervous chuckle.

"Oh, you noticed that?" he says with a wry smile.

Again, you adopt that one pitch and say softly, close to his ear, "Yes indeed, but don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Hunter's hands cling to the armrests of the chair, at the moment he's very glad that he didn't decide to leave out the cod piece today after all for the sake of convenience, otherwise you would notice something else entirely right now.

Echo

You discover his little weakness by accident. You catch Echo smelling your things, clothes but also cosmetic bottles like perfume or your beauty cream. It smells like you, and he has a weakness for that scent. He has spent his whole life among soldiers, often long periods in the field, and he is used to the smells of standard soap, disinfectants and the like. On bad days, it was dirt, sweat and other unpleasant smells.

But since you travel with the batch, there's a whole new scent in the room, one he can't get enough of, one that magically attracts him. Echo can't help it, as soon as no one is looking, he sniffs your pillow. In the bathroom, he secretly smells your body lotion and if you stand close enough to him, if you pay close attention, you see how he tries to inhale as deeply as possible without obviously sniffing you.

You've seen this a few times now, and this time when you're alone, you speak to him just as he thinks he's alone in the Marauder, with your pillow in his hand that he lifts to his nose.

"Echo?"

He makes a startled noise, it almost sounds like a little scream, and hastily tosses the pillow back into your bunk before quickly turning to you and staring at you out of wide eyes.

With a cheeky little smile, you ask him, "Wouldn't you rather smell the original?"

You can see he gulps, he thinks for a long moment, unsure if he should be direct, deny or rather take flight. His eyes bounce back and forth for a second, but finally he looks directly at you.

"Would you mind?" he asks more boldly than he feels.

With a shake of your head, you say, "No, I don't mind."

You walk up to him, he tilts his head in your direction and close to your neck he takes a deep breath, you stand so close you can feel the shiver going through his body.

You hear Echo whisper softly, "Oh dear maker."

Tech

When you first notice it, you think nothing of it. He's wearing his full gear underneath but only the top of his Blacks on his torso, it's a hot day. You work together in the cramped engine room and as you try to position yourself to reach the cable you're supposed to hold for him, your fingers graze his side.

Tech flinches and shudders. You think nothing of it, because Tech has always been a little squirmy at unexpected physical contact. Mumbling an apology, you continue to go about your work. But you notice it more and more often and actually Tech has no problem with it when you come closer, meanwhile he trusts you and the contact is no longer unpleasant for him, nevertheless it happens again and again that a touch makes him twitch and shudder. Then it becomes clear to you, Tech is ticklish.

The next time you're alone in the cramped engine room, you brush against him on purpose and get the same reaction, right after that you do it again. Your fingertips slide over both of his sides this time. Tech makes a startled noise and drops his tools.

With reddened cheeks, he stares at you, not sure if he should or wants to fight back. He squirms under your gentle fingers in the tight space between two machines, where you're so close you can feel each other's body heat and there's not really room to dodge.

"What are you doing?" he asks, startled.

"I'm tickling you," you say with a big smile.

He squirms and makes sounds that you haven't heard from him before. Finally, he hastily grabs your wrists and pulls your arms up, pressing them against the machine behind you.

Breathing heavily, he says, "Pretty naughty. Let's see if you're ticklish too."

It doesn't matter if you are really ticklish or not, Tech is sure to find a spot, and he will lovingly retaliate. I wouldn't be surprised if this way, maybe now or next time, your first kiss comes about.

Crosshair

He loves to watch you sleep. You don't know about it for a long time. He has a hidden, gentle side that comes out especially when he sees you sleeping soundly, when he hears the little sighs you sometimes let out, or the mumbled words when you talk in your sleep.

He looks at you dreamily when no one is watching him, smiles to himself, he doesn't know why, but whenever you sleep, and he can watch you without you catching him, he feels so close and intimate to you, and he likes that feeling.

An outsider might find that creepy, but nothing about what he is doing or feeling at that moment is really creepy. He would never touch you without conscious permission. He is a more physical guy, but at this moment he has no ulterior motives of that kind.

Crosshair just enjoys the quiet, the peace, your pretty face and the little, noises you make and enjoys the feeling of being close to you in this way. Hunter caught him doing this once and the two of them talked for quite a while about this strange behavior, you don't know anything about that though, at least nothing about their conversation.

After Crosshair explains himself, Hunter says directly, "If you want to be close to her, then maybe you should talk to her openly for once and not stalk her in her sleep."

"That's none of your business," the sniper grumbles.

Hunter shrugs, "It's just pretty cowardly, don't you think?"

Crosshair doesn't talk to Hunter for quite a while after this conversation. You don't know why, though. Finally, Hunter brings it to your attention that Crosshair is watching you while you sleep, and you get an idea.

You are alone with Crosshair on the Marauder, the others are in Cid's Bar. You pretend to be incredibly tired, lie down in your bunk, close your eyes and start listening while pretending to be asleep. After a while, you hear him come into the room quietly, you hear him sit down on the edge of his bunk, opposite yours. You know Crosshair is watching you now.

You gently squirm a little, as if you're dreaming, then whisper his name, as if you're saying it in a dream.

"Crosshair"

You can literally feel him holding his breath. You move a little, as if your dream is a little restless and intense, deliberately letting the blanket shift a little.

"Crosshair," it comes over your lips again, still as if in a trance, but this time with a slightly more urgent undertone.

You hear him move, you feel him standing right next to you, looking at you. He is undecided. He wonders if you are having a nightmare, and he should wake you up. But you keep playing the game, your hand moves under the covers, between your legs. He sees your hand move under the blanket and nervously tugs at his collar.

"Crosshair", this time the word is like a gentle sigh, a breath that comes over your slightly opened lips.

At the same moment, you feel that he is standing next to you and his head is above you. You open your eyes abruptly. Crosshair flinches, startles, and bumps his head on the bunk above yours.

He curses through clenched teeth, rubs the back of his head, and takes a step back, away from your bunk. With a sigh, he finally dares to look at you, and you grin cheekily at him.

"You haven't slept at all, have you?" he asks grumpily, still rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't be mad," you say with a little pout.

Crosshair sighs, then you see him smirk.

"Well, since you're awake, maybe we should make your dreams come true".

Wrecker

He likes to eat, we all know that. He's a big guy who consumes a lot of energy and is correspondingly hungry. What you didn't know until recently is that he steals your candy and other snacks.

Often you think that maybe you have forgotten that you have already consumed the things or that you have forgotten to get new ones. But at some point you realize that someone is stealing from you, so to speak. Of course, you also know that it can only be one of the guys, and you quickly know which one.

Setting a trap for the gentle, thieving giant, you put sweets in the communal cupboard, write your name on them as usual and hide yourself in a corner between two lockers.

You don't have to wait long, Wrecker shows up, after showering, he has the leg armor on but only a shirt on his torso and a towel is around his shoulder. He looks around for a moment, and you can see that he is about to do something 'forbidden'. In fact, Wrecker opens the cupboard, grabs your snacks and starts snacking on them.

You slowly come out of hiding, cross your arms in front of your chest, look at him and wait for him to discover you. Wrecker almost drops the chocolate he has in his hand when he turns his head and spots you.

"Uh, maker, you scared the crap out of me."

You tap your foot impatiently, still crossing your arms, and give him a piercing look.

Wrecker grins coyly at you, and his sheepish expression is completely disarming.

You sigh, unknot your arms, and ask, "Would you at least share the stuff you're stealing from me?"

Guiltily, he sets the chocolate down on the table next to the cabinet.

"Don't be mad, okay?" he says softly.

Suddenly, he abruptly grabs your hips and sits you down on the table next to the chocolate, grinning at you.

"I think Crosshair got some yogurt, you want some?"

You laugh softly and say, "He'll kill us if he finds out."

Wrecker builds himself up to his full height and says with a little wink, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

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callofdudes · 8 months

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More ✨ incorrect cod quotes!! ✨

Ghost: We need a distraction.

Price: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Soap, whispering: My time has come

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Soap: Do you need help getting up?

Ghost: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor

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Ghost: What did you order this morning?

Soap: What do you mean?

Ghost: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

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Soap: So... what’s goin’ on?

Ghost: You want the long version or the short version?

Soap, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Ghost: Shit’s fucked.

Soap: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Soap: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Ghost: *in the cell next to him* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

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Soap: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Ghost: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Soap: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Ghost: Somehow that's worse.

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Soap: What do I get?

Ghost: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Soap: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.

Ghost: It won't be you.

Soap: I'll get my coat.

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Soap, shooing Ghost away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

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Soap: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Ghost: I only like dark humor.

Soap, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Ghost:

Soap: An IMPASTA!

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Gaz, gesturing to Price: Ghost, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Soap: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Ghost: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Price, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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Price, filling out legal paperwork: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Soap: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Ghost: I personally was created in a lab.

Gaz: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Ghost: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Gaz: You left me, Soap, and Price in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Ghost: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Soap: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything Gaz does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?

Price: If Gaz were to jump off a cliff, he would've done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Gaz jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Ghost: You jump off a cliff!

Price: Gladly, provided Gaz did first.

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Ghost: ARE YOU-

Soap: Fucking.

Ghost: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Soap: Fucking.

Ghost: IDIOT!

Gaz: …What was that?

Soap: Price banned Ghost from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Soap: *falls down the stairs*

Price: Are you okay?

Gaz: Stop falling down the stairs!

Ghost: How’d the ground taste?

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Gaz: Hey Soap, wanna third wheel on my date with Price tomorrow?

Soap: Sure.

Gaz: Ghost! Wanna third wheel on my date with Price tomorrow?

Gaz: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Soap and Ghost: ...

Price: Gaz...

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Price: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Soap: Throw rocks at he.

Gaz: Hot Dogs.

Ghost: Kill him.

Price: Thanks guys.

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Soap: Made you all playlists!

Soap: Ghost, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Soap: Gaz, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Soap: And Price has the ABBA Gold album.

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Gaz: *about Soap and Ghost* They make a cute couple, huh?

Price: They certainly are standing next to each other.

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Price: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Price: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Ghost: Uh... what's up with him?

Gaz: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Price: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Soap, crying: It's working.

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Soap: Ghost, come out of your room right now!

Ghost: You're not my dad!

Soap: Yeah well I can hit like him!

Soap:...

Soap: Ghost I-

Ghost, slamming his door open: You have three seconds to run.

Soap: L-look at you... o-out of your room..

Soap, screaming as Ghost chases him down the hallway:

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Price: Yesterday, I watched Ghost try to eat a decorative rock from Soap's potted plant. Gaz caught him, and told him he can't eat rocks. Ghost started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

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Gaz, watching Soap and Price fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Ghost, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Gaz: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Soap: Ghost.

Price: Ghost.

Ghost: Me.

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Gaz: What’s it like being tall?

Soap: Is it nice?

Gaz: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Ghost: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Soap: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Soap: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Gaz: Bonjour.

Ghost: Le growl.

Gaz: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

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Ghost: I told Price to grab snacks for everyone.

Gaz, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Ghost, Price, and Soap raise their hands*

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writerof-thewoods · 8 months

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Hey!

would you be able to please do CG!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley from COD or CG!König headcanons? I rlly love ur posts btw!! :333

Oooh my bois <3 I most definitely can!! I'm sorry this took me so long 😭 I couldn't decide between either one, so I'm gonna both of them!! I hope you like them and tysm for the ask!

Caregiver! König Headcanons🖤

He definitely gives off enthusiastic dad vibes. Like he knows when to be serious and stuff, but just likes matching your energy/following your lead :D

This man is built like a HOUSE, so piggyback rides for the win. I highly doubt your feet touch the ground even once when he's around

Knows a ton of old stories and folktales (I mean he's from Austria, so it's not that far of a stretch) that he tells you! Whether it's just for fun or to put you to sleep, he just likes telling them since they remind him of when he was a kid

S O many petnames, both English and German, but mostly German. Mainly calls you mein Liebling (darling, my favorite), lämmchen (lamb), Bärchen (little bear), and Vögelchen (little bird)

Lets you put stickers on & play with his mask if you want! He'd even help you make your own so you could match

Takes you out on walks and sightseeing! He loves going outside with you and watching the birds, the rain, looking at clouds, just anything that has to do with nature

Overall, he's a very endearing and open cg. He's still anxious most of the time, but he works on it when you're around. (He'd definitely help you with your anxiety whenever he can) He wants you to feel happy and the first time you felt safe around him while regressed, he just about melted.

Caregiver! (Ghost) Simon Riley Headcanons 🖤

(Ohh boy, I have a t o n of ideas for Ghost. The man's been through so much, I swear.)

When he first found out you were an age regressor, he didn't really know how to react. He wasn't weirded out or anything, just nervous. (Considering how his father was, to say he freaked out over being a caregiver would be an understatement.) Aside from Price, he'd never had a stable or good paternal figure, so he's really going in blind not knowing what exactly to do. He's still trying though! He's just really afraid he'll do something wrong or he'll come off as too stern or like he doesn't care

Because of that, he's more of an older brother figure towards you. (Which makes sense since he is one canonically xD) He just doesn't know how to handle being a "dad" in a sense, but he still cares about you and has an "older person watching over you" sort of vibe.

It takes him a while, but once he starts getting used to it, he gets a little bit better at showing his emotions and being more open towards you. He has a huge soft spot for you and later on, other regressors in general because he understands it

Usually very silent (I personally hc him as being selectively mute :D). So whenever or if you're non-speaking, he gets along with you even more. It's not as hard for him to understand or help you because he's the same way <3 I could see him being like "Wow, well you're just like me then, aren't you? :D" and then excitedly signing to you

Too many dad jokes. He loves the look on your face when you laugh and tell him to stop. He thinks about it for a second, but then tells another one without a second thought. You can't stop it because he will n o t

He keeps both a nightlight and glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling for you. (And him as well since he doesn't like the dark, but he won't admit it)

He actually enjoys being this type of person because not only does it help you, but it helps him as well. It gives him something to care about and to get out of his own head. The guy loves you even if he doesn't say it out loud. And if he can give you a better childhood now, it's completely worth it <3

#sfw agere #fandom agere #agere headcanons #cod agere #agere asks #request answered!#requests are open!#cg! könig #cg! ghost #cg! simon riley #cod headcanons

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lets-go-banana-fishing · 8 months

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Ash and Ibe's dynamic is so underrated, which is understandable because we don't see much of it.

But in the five stories (03) "Other voices, Other rooms" we see more of Ash and Ibe together and it's probably my favorite because their interactions are so wholesome 🥺

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Here are my favorite moments:

(Info: Ibe thinks back to the time they all spent in Cape Cod)

Ibe saying that present Ash looks similar to smiling Griff 🥺

Ash slyly asking Ibe if he has pictures of Eiji's pole vaulting career.. I see you Ash

+ Ash sounding genuinely disappointed that Ibe doesn't have the pictures of Eiji with him 🤭

We get a tiny little bit more information on just HOW bad Eiji's mental state must have been in Japan with Ibe saying that bringing Eiji to the US was an "emergency evacuation"

No but seriously Ibe uses words like "abducted" to describe how he got Eiji out of there

So despite literally being in life-threatening danger CONSTANTLY, Ibe confirms that he has never seen Eiji any happier UHM

Also Ibe says Eiji seems more lively ESPECIALLY around Ash 🥺🥺🥺

Literally right after Ibe tells Ash that Eiji has changed (for the better) you can hear the most SOFTEST gasp from Ash I'M CRYING

"Have you had Ei-chan tell you anything about Japan?"

"Gomen."

Ibe teaching Ash Japanese except it's an Osakan dialect, which already has some differences to the "standard" Tokyo dialect but even better; some of the words Ibe teaches him are usually only heard in Osaka,,,, Ibe is literally teaching Ash old slang

ON TOP OF THAT Ibe explains these are popular Japanese phrases "right now" which,,,, sorry Ibe you're just getting old LMAO

"Hey don't teach me anything weird. I won't remember it anyway." Meanwhile 20 episodes later and Ash can perfectly reminisce all japanese phrases Ibe taught him to Eiji 💀

Ash is so cute here 🥺 he's repeating the phrases to himself and actually takes it seriously to pronounce them right

Max walks in and Ash IMMEDIATELY starts using the new phrases and Max is just like "wtf"

Max "I can at least speak Japanese" followed by random japanese words that don't have any connection BAHAHA

The only coherent sentence Max forms is "Please don't touch the dancers." Max wtf did you do 🤨

At the end Ibe is scared how Eiji will react when he finds out what he has been teaching Ash 😭

Highly recommend y'all to check it out and the other parts too !!! It's healing for the soul

#banana fish #ash lynx #shunichi ibe #eiji okumura #max lobo #asheiji #ash x eiji #i am so normal about the five stories #griffin callenreese #mimi posts

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ivystoryweaver · 7 months

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Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #6: A Nightmare on Elm Street

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Event #6 Summary: Marc spends the evening with you and Steven gets a haunting

Pairing this chapter: Marc Spector x f!reader, Steven Grant x f!reader (Jake mentioned)

Word count: 3k

Content: ANGST, the yearning, ghost probs (no body), language, dealing with death and grief, manner and COD discussed, violence, spooky/horror elements, probably inaccurate DID (show based), not beta’d

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PREVIOUSLY on "Spectre"...

"And...and maybe don't sell the house just yet?" You barely managed that request in a choked whisper. "If this is the only place I am besides the dark, and...and you guys leave then, I'm afraid - "

"Of the dark," he solemnly concluded. Reaching for your hand again - pointless, though it was, he made a vow. "Baby, look at me. I will never leave you here alone. Never. I promise you."

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Marc wanted to stay home with you all day, but you insisted that they lead normal lives. You promised to come back.

He wanted to kiss you goodbye. You’d just told each other you loved one another. It almost seemed as if he was headed downtown to work, and you would venture into your loft to write for the day.

You missed your loft. Why couldn’t you go in there? Maybe if you concentrated hard enough…

You missed writing. Maybe you could write some children’s ghost stories. After all, you now had first hand experience.

What…were you thinking? Write?

Was this death? Feeling all these tormented emotions? And good ones too? The sparkle of laughter with Jake, the yearning to talk to Steven, the love and longing, even lust for Marc.

And the guilt. You were too harsh with Marc before, when you said he ran away from pain or punched it in the face. You had to see him again soon, to apologize. He was going through too much already - he didn’t deserve that - not from you.

“I’m so sorry, Marc,” you whispered into the stillness of your bedroom. As if he could hear you.

The feelings washed over you, making you feel…alive. And clearer than you had felt since you first became aware of yourself, or of this room.

You waited all day. This was new. It was boring. But boring was better than darkness. Feeling anything was better.

You were practically bouncing with anticipation by the time the sun set. Finally Marc arrived.

You called his name as soon as you saw him climbing the front steps to your front door, and didn’t stop until he was standing in front of you.

“Baby? You okay?” He huffed, having run up the stairs.

“Yes, you can see me?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, pulling off his jacket. “The way you were calling my name, I thought…something was wrong.”

You both realized how weird that sounded. Being dead kind of meant everything was wrong.

So you told him about your day. How you thought and thought and felt so many feelings. How you wondered about writing and your loft. How you never went back to the Dark Place. And how very sorry you were for what you said to him.

“I’m the last person who should be confirming your worst thoughts about yourself, Marc,” you explained. “Please forgive me, I felt terrible about it all day. I’m so sorry.”

His brow furrowed with confusion. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” No way he wanted you of all people to feel anything negative. You were the one who lost your life after all.

You talked for a little while longer, about simple things - his day at work, his walk home. Ordinary things. He mentioned speaking with Ms. Marjorie and you shared that you heard Steven speaking about her quaint, lovely shop.

Finally, Marc’s stomach growled, letting you both know that he needed some dinner. He could plainly see that you were anxious about him leaving the room.

“Just gonna grab some leftovers, honey, I’ll be right back,” he softly assured you.

Great. Now you were a clingy ghost. What the hell…

He wasn’t gone long, by your estimation anyway, and ate in your bedroom, with the two of you sitting on the bed. Then you felt even more guilty, as if you were trapping him here somehow.

“Hey, is the World Series on yet?” You asked, knowing October meant baseball postseason.

“Next week,” he clarified. “Why do you ask?”

You smiled at him knowingly. “Well, I mean…you can go watch baseball if you want to. You don’t have to sit in here all night.”

He pretended to be offended. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“No! No, I just…I want you to live your normal life…” You trailed off, sighing wistfully.

“Fuck it, I’ll just move the TV up here. Or get a new one,” he shrugged. “I want to be with you.”

That proclamation sobered you both, because it was the whole problem. You couldn’t be together. Not really.

“I want that too,” you whispered, easing a little closer to where he sat, leaning against the bed’s headboard. “It’s all I want. To be with you. But…it’s too late.”

“It’s not too late,” he found himself telling you, without really thinking before he spoke.

You frowned, confused.

“That’s what you kept saying, or…some voice I kept hearing when you first started appearing to me. ‘It’s not too late’. Even Ms. Marjorie said it. I didn't realize it til now but...I've heard it a few times: 'it's not too late.' What do you think it means?"

You shook your head. "No idea. It's obviously too late for us to really be together...isn't it?"

The sight of your wide, hopeful eyes broke his heart. "There has to be a reason you're here."

You talked a little while longer, about what this all could possibly mean. And instead of fading away, you seemed energized...and felt more alive, but you definitely were not.

Marc kept trying to touch you on instinct and you were most assuredly a ghost.

So you talked about ghosts: about myths and fables and any lore you could think of. You even looked it up online. Marc admitted Steven might be the better consult regarding this topic, but you both soberly remembered that he couldn't see you.

Which hurt because you felt overlooked and Marc felt crazy. But it wasn't Steven's fault, clearly.

"Ghosts can have unfinished business," Marc read from his phone screen. "All right, who are you still pissed at?"

The tension in his shoulders and the scowl he normally wore had relaxed as the night wore on. He almost seemed like his old self again. The person he was with you. The loving partner you adored, not the grief-stricken lonely man who questioned his sanity.

"No one," you thoughtfully answered, not knowing how the next words out of your mouth would change everything. "Well maybe the asshole who killed me."

Marc's phone dropped out of his hand and hit the mattress. He went deadly serious in one second flat. The mirth in his eyes turned stone cold - his lips parted as he drew a shuddering breath.

"W-what did you just say?" He choked out.

Shit, that wasn't a topic you should have made light of, or thrown around carelessly. Marc must still be reeling from your murder, if not blaming himself for it somehow.

"I'm sorry I said that - "

"What...did you say?" He covered his mouth with both hands as his eyes burned with fury. Pushing up off the bed, his fingers tore through his hair. "You...you weren't murdered," he gasped, his chest heaving the way it normally did right before he panicked. He wouldn't likely be here for much longer.

"You weren't," he hissed out a whisper. "What are you saying? There was an autopsy. You weren't...what are you saying!?"

Shit.

You floated off the bed, bewildered. You hadn't considered, even for a moment, that Marc was unaware of how you died. And it hadn't exactly come up.

"Marc, I...it doesn't matter how it happened, really. I didn't mean to...I thought you knew - "

"Yes, it really fucking does matter," he snapped, his fists clenched so tight they were turning white. His wild, frantic eyes landed on you, and seeing your distress, he shook his head in agony.

"You were...how? Who did this?" He let out a choked sob. "Tell me who. Who hurt you?"

"I-I don't know him. Marc, I thought you knew. If I wouldn't have gone to see Jake that night - "

"What?"

You went into the city the night you died? And Jake never fucking thought to mention it?

"I...I was on my way to see Jake." You did that sometimes - ride around with him at night, when Marc and Steven would have the next day off. It was a way to spend a little extra time with Jake, in his environment - his own little world. Plus it was fun to stay out all night, driving people around, eating at your favorite diner...making love in the back seat...

"I never made it," you explained. "I-I was still here in town when a man grabbed me - covered my mouth. He was strong. Then he moved my arm and I felt a pinch underneath my armpit. And that's all. He...maybe he injected me with something."

Marc pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes, almost doubling over in agony. "No. No, no, no, no." He banged his fists against his forehead and before you could follow your instinct to go to him - before you could even remember you wouldn't be able to touch him, he was gone.

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Steven straightened up, blinking a few times before using his sleeve to dry his eyes. "What?"

He glanced around, trying to get his bearings when he heard the most heartbreaking cry of anguish...

coming from you.

“Bloody hell!” Steven gasped, scrambling away from your visage - not because it was you. He simply wasn’t expecting anyone at all to be in his bedroom. And he still couldn't see you, but he did hear someone cry out.

“No, no, no,” you cried, knowing Steven couldn’t see you.

"Losing m'mind," he mumbled, drawing his hands to his chest. His eyes swept across the room nervously, but he saw nothing.

"Maybe this place really is haunted," he murmured to himself. Deciding to take an evening walk and shake himself out of his spooky mindset, Steven found his shoes before shuffling downstairs, leaving you alone and heartbroken.

The feeling of being alive was so close, you could almost taste it. Your chest heaved with emotion - your heart, which stopped pumping life through your veins months ago, raced with worry for Marc and longing for Steven.

"Steven, please," you gasped, in a manner that would have been tearful, except that you had no tears to cry.

But he was gone.

Steven no longer lived in complete oblivion as he once did. If he suddenly fronted, his cheeks wet with Marc's tears, there was clearly a reason. Maybe Marc was still seeing you. He wasn't sure right at the moment because his alter was quiet - nowhere to be found, really. And it wasn't a parlor trick. He couldn't force Marc to appear or share anything.

Perhaps your little bungalow truly was haunted. Without giving it much thought, Steven's feet carried him back downtown, straight to the "Mystic Delights and Other Charming Novelties" shop.

He was looking for Ms. Marjorie. He wanted answers and somehow, he felt that she could give them.

But as he rounded the corner onto Main Street, he stopped short. There, right where the Mystic Delights shop should be, was...nothing. The building was dark and little run down. Unoccupied.

"Wait a minute..." Steven mused to himself, inspecting the darkened windows, where twinkle lights had recently shone out, welcoming him in. He scurried a few more doors down, to Mrs. Alraune's flower shop. Her store was closed, but in tact.

Retracing his steps, Steven tried to reason with himself about where Ms. Marjorie and her lovely shop could possibly be.

Finally, he decided to inquire in the corner drug store. He recognized the face of the cashier but didn't know her name. She looked to be in her early 20s and often rang Steven's order when he stopped in.

He inquired after Ms. Marjorie and the little shop that had come to mean so much to him in only a couple days.

Devon, the young cashier was named, told him she had been employed at the drug store since high school and that particular store had changed owners a few times. The city had tried to clean it up on many occasions but she couldn't remember an antique store - not recently, anyway.

"No, that's not possible," Steven argued. Realizing his words might offend, he apologized. "Sorry, I just...I swear there was a lovely little antique shop right there. The most extraordinary woman owns it..."

Realizing he sounded like he wasn't quite right, he offered up one more apology and left.

Steven felt more confused than ever. Where was Ms. Marjorie? And her shop? Who was making noises in his home? And why had Marc claimed to see you?

October 31st hadn't quite rolled around, but Steven was all done with spooks. He walked home, quickening his pace, fueled by confusion and agitation.

Once he reached your front yard, he saw the curtain of his bedroom rustling.

"All right, ghost," he firmly declared, "I'm coming up and you bloody well better make yourself plain. No more games."

He rushed up the front steps to unlock the front door, hoping with all his heart that, if you were here - if Marc really saw you - that he might see you too.

So he called your name.

"Darling, I know I haven't been able to see you, and...I don't even know if you're here, but please...please send me some kind of a sign."

Turning this way and that, he checked the living room, the kitchen. With a heavy sigh, he climbed the stairs to the bedroom, pausing at your picture in the hallway.

"What's happening, love? Marc is seeing you, and I'm apparently having tea with a spectre instead of a shopkeeper. Please...are you there?"

His shoulders slumped in defeat and confusion, he trudged the final step into your once-shared bedroom

...and there you were.

Right there, seated on the edge of the bed, wearing Marc's hoodie.

"Oh my days," he breathed, his eyes widening as he stepped right in front of you. “Darling? Is it really you?”

Your gaze, so forlorn, snapped up to his. “Steven?” You gasped, “Can…can you see me?”

He rubbed his eyes for good measure, then nodded eagerly. “You are here. Aren’t you, love?”

"Steven, oh my god," you breathed, rising to meet him, wishing with all your nonexistent heart you could throw your arms around him. "I've been trying to talk to you, but you couldn't hear me, or see me," You emphatically explained.

"God, I'm so sorry," he sincerely returned, his dark eyes shifting, studying you with concern. "I didn't mean to doubt you. I'm sorry."

He shook his head in wonder. "I can't believe it. Marc was right. H-how are you here?" Stepping closer, he interrupted himself. "Are you alright, love? You're not hurt or anything? I mean, besides the obvious..."

He trailed off, granting you a bewildered smile as he drew his hands close to his chest. Oh, how you missed this precious, adorable man of yours.

"No, I'm okay. I was with Marc before. Then you left."

You explained to Steven a little of what had been going on, with your talks with Marc and Jake. Then you asked Steven if any of them knew how you died.

"Coroner said your heart just stopped," Steven explained.

"Yeah because someone injected me with something," you supplied, feeling the need to pace back in forth, even though you were really sort of floating. "They didn't find anything in my system? A drug, or a puncture mark under my arm?"

"Darling you're not...you're not suggesting that you were...killed?"

Just the thought of some asshole taking you away from your life - from your stories, your loft, from the town you adored, from this house and from the man you wanted to marry and have a family with - the feeling of the helplessness and despair you felt in that moment boiled into rage.

Without even realizing what you were doing, you curled your fingers into fists, squeezed your eyes shut and cried out, sending a wave of energy jolting through your bedroom, knocking Steven clean off his feet. The power was so strong, it knocked the lamp off the bedside table, crashing to the floor, and lastly, the mirror over your dresser shattered.

You acted out of pure spectral instinct.

Steven reacted equally, having summoned his Mr. Knight suit without a second thought. He didn't even intend to do it - it just happened as soon as his mind registered the danger of falling and flying glass.

The sight of your partner "taking arms", or suiting up in his defense against you...

It absolutely shattered you. The coherent thoughts you wanted to share with your partner were as scattered as the shattered mirror glass.

Powerful emotions swirled and blurred into despair. You found yourself untethered from the sweet conversation, longing and desire with your partner - the serenity you had experienced here over the last day or so, with Marc and Jake.

The broken lamp sent the room into darkness and as you fell further into despair, you could no longer detect the white of Steven's suit, or see even the moon's glow through the window.

You thought you heard your name called, but it was galaxies away, the way a voice above the surface of a swimming pool sounds when you're underwater.

The sound faded and all that was left was the Dark.

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konigsblog · 8 months

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Ok I saw something involving incest and I think it’s come to the point where I have to unfollow. I’m sorry but when this blog first started getting popular it was okay with normal kinks and things that were popular within the fan base to begin with but now it’s just gotten extremely pervy and this isn’t what I signed on for. Honestly maybe take a step back. I know we shouldn’t kinkshame anyone or anything but this is getting to incredibly pervy territory and I can no longer support this or anyone else in the COD fan base who supports this weird stuff. Furry, incest, and most bizarre to me given the actual cannon lore of some of the characters- CNC??? Like bffr guys ghost would never be into something like that and it’s blogs and fans like this who are ruining ghost for everyone else. Jesus Christ.

why are you following me if you don't like the stuff i post? no one forced you to, that's on you. 🤷‍♀️

ive mentioned multiple times times the wai k write characters isn't how i view/portray them, so your point is pretty useless there

“this isn't what i signed on for” yet my blog has always been dark content, you knew what you were getting into, that's your own fault for continuing to follow

and i don't even write furry, incest or CNC so that was just pointless to bring up while talking about MY blog

“incredibly pervy territory” no way.. it's almost like my blog is pretty known for being perverted with dark content... what a shocker when a blog that's always posted about dark content actually posts dark content...

idk why you had to say this !! just unfollow 😮‍💨

edit: how is this ruining ghost for everyone else? most people who like ghost and are uncomfy with what i post would block me or scroll, but you just chose to continue reading. what did you expect to see when you saw that this blog was dark content? rainbows and butterflies? no, course you wouldn't, use your common sense and think about what you're getting yourself into..

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For the fan kid thingy, can I get a velvetgatto? (Affogato x red velvet)

Finally…after an eternity (about 6 months, which Jesus that’s a long time), he is finished. Zuccotto Cookie

So his name. Zuccotto is basically like an ice cream cake, so a combination of Red Velvet’s cake and Affogato’s ice cream. Also, it’s Italian, like affogato. I vaguely recall the name giving me trouble at first, until I realized cake and ice cream was a valid combination and got this

Zuccotto:

So I had his design sketched out like a month ago, and I think I recall telling you all that I couldn’t figure out how to make his design work. I had left the design I made and just went and did something else, and then today I was looking for something to draw and I said “yeah the design looks fine, don’t know why I didn’t like it” and just drew that

But also this means that I don’t remember all the reasons for his design details, most notably the staff

I mean, I know I based it off the staffs some of the Cake Monsters have, specifically the Pomegranate shamans or whatever they were called. I also know originally I was trying to make it a spork, but I couldn’t get it to look good, so I switched to the other staff. But I admit, it looks a bit out of place. I mean, I changed some of the colors at the end to match it, but I think it still looks off. But I’m not going through the effort of making a new one, I remember that staff being a pain

Anyways, so I think I was trying to give Zuccotto a style more befitting a shaman, but also with a more modern twist to emulate Red Velvet. I think I did it well

But one thing that was a real struggle was the colors, because I had no clue what to do for them. In my mind he had a black and red color scheme, and that’s how I had it at first, but I was having difficulty with putting the reds next to each other, and I changed some of the colors at the end to match the staff, and I think it worked out fine in the end

I feel like he looks too similar to Affogato, at least without colors (I felt that when I was drawing the sketch). But maybe I just need to take some time away from him and come back to really know. He probably doesn’t look as similar as I think

Also I’m just realizing that considering he’s not made of a food that contains coffee, he probably shouldn’t have dilated pupils, but like, both Red Velvet and Affogato have some form of them, so shhh

Anyways, so let’s move on to him

So Zuccotto is part of the Cookies of Darkness (assuming they stay for a long time and/or there’s a new group), and he’s some sort of Cake Shaman, summoning Cake Monsters to do his bidding. Though he has a great respect for Cakes and see them as equals. He’s not necessarily a bad guy, but he’s very loyal to the Cookies of Darkness and has no inclination to leave, feeling that normal Cookies have no respect for Cakes

I can imagine him playing cards or chess with the Cake Monsters, or at least the ones with hands

Now one of the other main things I have for him is his relationship with Licorice Cream, a darklico fankid I did some time ago, and whom you can see in the sketch (it’s supposed to be a recreation of that Toy Story meme). Basically my idea is that they’re both part of the CoD and they’re this duo within the group. Zuccotto is the straight man that gets dragged along into Licorice Cream’s antics and tries to stay the voice of reason. I said in my head that they have a dynamic similar to Mule and Sonia from Berserk, but also it’s been a while since I’ve read the chapters with them, and my mind may have branched off from that initial dynamic. But basically it’s “weird girl and normal dude who has no clue what she’s on about”. Actually that’s probably not accurate, I just don’t know how to describe Sonia, so sorry to those who haven’t read Berserk and don’t know what I’m talking about

Zuccotto’s also generally the more mature of the two, despite Licorice Cream being older (Zuccotto’s like a teenager while LC is an adult)

I feel like I should have more, but really those are the only two bits I have on him, I don’t think he’s that complicated. But I might have more to say about him when I redo Licorice Cream, since I have a better idea of what to do with her now, and they are rather close

But yeah, that’s Zuccotto Cookie, hope you like him and that maybe he was worth the wait!

#I feel like I had something to say in the tags but I forgot #but yeah one down now it’s just Raspberry Jam to go #and then they will no longer plague me #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #affogato cookie #red velvet cookie #velvetgatto #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #zuccotto cookie #licorice cream cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

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thedo0zyslider · 7 months

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(woe. Fanfic snippet be upon ye)

Fwhip looked at the hallway he'd just been shown, curious at how empty all the bedrooms seemed to be. "Why doesn't anyone stay over there?" He asked, casting a quizzical look at Katherine. The sheep hybrid seemed to shift uncomfortably at the inquiry, but she answered him anyway. Even if she did avert her gaze as she did so.

"Jimmy sleeps on that wing," She explained slowly, an old kind of worry creeping into her tone. "He wants to be alone down there."

"We think he gets night terrors." Shrub adds, quieter than their friend is. "Sometimes there's screaming at night, from around his room.." A little sound comes out of the gnome as she finishes speaking, and Katherine places a gentle hand on her shoulder. Gem makes a noise of her own, and shares a glance with her brother. Fwhip says nothing, just sets his jaw in thought.

They say nothing more of the hallway for the rest of the tour, but it weighs heavy on the dragon hybrids mind for the rest of the day. He ends up picking a room on that hall, making some stupid, crappy joke about separating boys and girls. Like any of them have ever cared for that, and like the whole Wither Rose Alliance hadn't crashed in the same room once.

All he gets in response is troubled murmurs, and Gem's steady gaze on his back as he retreats into his bedroom for the foreseeable future. When Jimmy finds out, he does nothing but blink, frown rather deeply, then seemingly move on with his day.

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Not even two nights later, Fwhip is jolted awake by the sound of screaming. Jimmy’s screaming. The sound is horrible, tortuous, and sends the half dragon into panic mode as soon as he hears it.

Hurriedly, and without thinking, he's surging out of his bed. He throws the door open, not caring how loud the sound is, and prays Jimmy’s own bedroom door isn't locked.

After nearly running down the hall, and a frantic fight with the knob, the ginger manages to get his way into the cod's room. He thrusts the oak door open, right as the screaming seems to stop. And Fwhip is meet with a sobbing Jimmy, hunched over himself in bed, crying and hyperventilating like he'd never seen before.

Slowly, he takes a few steps further into the room. Even in the darkness, the ginger can see how Jimmy’s fins twitch. And how his head snaps in the general direction of the movement. Which means he should probably be as quiet as possible, and gentle as well. Not that he was planning on being anything but in this situation, even to the man who had once been his enemy.

"Jim?" He asks, staning hesitantly by the bedside. The nickname slips past his lips without a thought about it. "You there?"

"F-fwhip?" The cod’s voice is small, scared, and raw from all the use it just had. The half dragon can't help the pang of sympathy that pierces his heart upon hearing it.

"Yeah, yeah it's me. This is Fwhip." He places a tentative hand on the bed. "Are you okay?"

"I-I don't think so." The blonde chokes out. "Didn't mean to wake you up, sorry."

"No, no it's fine. Genuinely." Fwhip soothes without a second thought, his hand cautiously ghosting over the other's leg. He's uncertain if touch would help or make the situation worse, and he doesn't want to find out. Not unless Jimmy himself grabs for him. "Do you want me to stay?"

Those seem to be the magic words, somehow, as it what sets the cod into proper motion again. Without warning, the cod is grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him down for a hug. The ginger startles at that, but holds him back on instinct.

Before, he wouldn’t have dreamed of ever hugging this guy. But the explosion had done a lot of weird things to their relationship, so here he was, perfectly unbothered by this. Jimmy makes a strangled cry, one muffled by the half dragon's chest, and he holds the other back tighter. He holds him tighter than he thinks he's ever held anyone, even tighter than he had held his sister the day the world had ended.

They stay like that for heavens knows how long. It could've been a mere twenty minutes, or five long hours. All Fwhip knows is that he holds the blonde close to him the whole until, until his crying subsides and his breathing is even once more. He holds him and runs gentle fingers through messy hair, and whispers sweet nothing between sobs.

"Sorry for grabbing you." Jimmy mumbles. He's sat back now, no longer clutched in the half dragon's tight hold. Fwhip watches as he sniffles and rubs his eyes of any remaining wetness, and has to fight the urge to hold him again.

"It's fine. You needed it." The half dragon shrugs after a moment. He was warned about the nightmares the former Codfather gets, he knew what he was getting into when he took the room next door, and he is determined to get to the bottom of this. Especially since all of their other friends seem to be clueless in the matter, despite living with Jimmy for years.

Also, he would be a pretty big dickhead if he did nothing more to help. And he was trying not to be a dickhead anymore. So there was that.

"When did they start?" Fwhip asked it gently, and paid no mind to the other’s hesitation. He had been keeping this a secret for so long after all, like the stupid fool he tended to be.

Jimmy's words are accompanied by one too many shuddering breaths, so much so that the half dragon reaches out to hold his hand. "Those have been happening, since the explosion. " The cod's eyes were fixed on the wall as he spoke, looking like he was properly out of it. "I dream of it happening again, and you're there, and a lot of times your dead. And I have to watch it happen. I have to watch you die, Fwhip. And I can't do anything to stop it."

The blonde's voice cracks on the last words. Fwhip squeezes gus hand tighter, and doesn't stop as he keeps explainin. Though the explanation is more of a panicked rambling at this point. "Then I wake up and remember you're not dead, or that you hadn't died in the explosion."

Fwhip is stunned into silence for a few minutes, the horrfied kind really. But regardless he swallows nervously, and asks yet anoher question. And the answer, no, the shy admission he gets afterwards is nothing short of horrible. "How often do you have them?"

"Every night or so."

"Jimmy." The former Count hisses out the cod's name, but with a lot less venom than he used too. This time it was just filled with worry. Jimmy flinches regardless.

"I know I should've told someone, but I felt like I couldn't.." The cod mumbles, arms being placed out of his chest in what looks like habit. Another pang of sympathy pierces Fwhip's heart at the motion.

"Why?" He asks, poorly holding back a worried little sigh.

Jimmy's gaze flicks from the walls to the blankets, as he twists a part of the fabric in his fingers. Fwhip has to wonder what it feels like for the other, to be so strangely vulnerable, and wonders why the cod is doing it now. To him of all people, his once mortal enemy. "Dunno, some old fears about being weak or somethin'"

"Well, I know now. And I don't think you're weak." He says, the raw honesty leaking into his tone like a rushing river, like it rarely had before with the man in front of him. "I think your rather brave, for dealing with them every night like that."

"T-Thanks. Thank you." Jimmy stammers. He takes another deep breath, one mre futile attempt to regain his composure. It doesn't work, because he's far too shaken up at this point. So the cod is forced to bend and fold, and ask for the one thing he was most scared of. The one thing request he was scared of being declined.

"....Can you stay with me until morning?" He whispered, leaning closer on what seems to be instinct.

Fwhip didn’t think any part of him could possibly say no. "I can." He forced a gentle smile, and the cod’s eyes got all wide. Like a baby cow's.

"Until the sun comes up?" Jimmy asks. Like anyone in their right mind would leave him after such a nightmare.

"At least until the sun comes up." The half dragon confirms, and says nothing when the cod is in his arms again, still shaking and taking shuddering breaths. He says nothing, and holds him till sun comes up.

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A few nights later, Fwhip is back in Jimmy’s bedroom again. He’s clutching the cod to his chest, running gentle fingers through his messed up hair. Sobs wrack his friends whole body, and Fwhip can do nothing but hold him and mutter sweet nothings until it's over.

His panic is shorter than the previous one it seems. Maybe the nightmares had been slightly kinder that night, maybe it because he's here. He doesn't know the reason, and doesn't really care too. As long as his friend calms down, he is happy.

"Sorry, about that." The cod mumbles once it's over, his voice still raw and ragged from his sobs and earlier screams.

"You gotta stop apologizing for these." Fwhip sighs, and holds the blonde closer. Jimmy just sniffles, and buries himself further into the half dragon's warmth.

"I hate this. I hate having these so much." The cod complains, his arms once again holding the former Count’s waist.

"We could share a bed every night, if that helps?" Fwhio suggests, resting his chin atop the blonde's head. He's usually not very affectionate, not even in the slightest, but he lets himself go for Jimmy. He thinks his sister would be startled if she saw him so much as hold someone, let alone cuddle them. (And maybe it feels nice to let himself go. Maybe he's just a bit touched straved, not that Fwhip'll ever admit to that.

"I don't want to keep you up every night." Jimmy shook slightly his head in protest.

"I don't want to come running in here every night." Fwhip snorted, noticing that the other's breathing had finally calmed down. Good, that was good.

"Oh. Yeah. That's fair." Jimmy said, removing himself a little. He always did this when he'd calmed down enough. The cod would remove himself from Fwhip, like he was forcing the other to comfort him. Like Fwhip wasn’t the one to hug him first nine times out of ten.

"We'll just see how it comes, okay?" He smiled, pushing the blonde downwards. "Now try and sleep. You don't get enough of it."

"You don't either!" Jimmy let out a small huff of amusement, and took the half dragon down with him. Fwhip couldn’t hold back his own giggles as his head hit the soft bedsheets.

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Some time later, Fwhip wakes up with tear stains marking his cheeks. Great, that was great.

He let out a groan, and turns over in his bed. He presses his face until the coldness of his pillow, feeling his chest heave with left over sadness. The former Count hated crying in his sleep, really he did. It always gave him the worst feeling imaginable when it did happen.

After what feels like an eternity, there is the skund of his door opening. Curious despite his rather messed up state, Fwhip rolls over, and sees a very familiar man now standing in his roo. "Jim?" He asks, watching as the cod slowly approaches his bed. "Why're you in here?"

"I felt like I needed to." Jimmy shrugged, placing a head on the corner of the footboard.

The half dragon just huffed in reponse. "Well you don't. 'M fine." He can hear how his voice shakes, and knows that his words wouldn't have convinced anyone. Let alone this guy infront of him.

"Oh, Fwhip." Jimmy says delicately, and crouches on the bed next to him. Oh how the tables turn.

"What wrong?" The cod asks, and Fwhip decides he should probably sit up for this.

"Had a dream." Is all he mutters at first, a little reluctant to recall it.

"A bad one?" The blonde asks, shifting closer just in case. The half dragon shakes his head in response.

"No..."

'Fwhip, what was it?" Jimmy pushed again, in a tone that sounds like Gem’s serious one. And the ginger knows he cannot weave his way out of answering anymore.

"I....I dreamed I was flying again." He admits, and cannot look ag his friend when he does so. There is something like shame in him, shame for not being able to do that. Old shame, for causing that for himself, shame for causing the world to end.

He can feel the way the cod dimply blinks in repsonse, and wonders why his tone had turned soft so sharply. "Oh."

"Sorry, I just...." Fwhip sighed, and shifted so he could bury his head in his knees. He wasn't going to cry again, he wasn't. Not in front of Jimmy. It's supposed to be the other way around, not like this.

What the cod says next surpises him entirely, though in hindsight, the half dragon doesn't know why he hadn't considered if before. "No, I get it. I miss swimming sometimes."

He shoots his head up in suprise, meeting the others soft brown gaze. "Can you not..?" He tries not to glance at Jimmy’s tail as he speaks. Keyword tries, it doesn't really work. Though the blonde doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, considering his own people have probably given him weirder looks. (Well, what's left of fhem anyways)

"No, I'm missing one tail fin, and half of the other. And the nerves are messed up as well." Jimmy explained. He changed positions, so Fwhip could properly seem the now damaged limb. And well, he'd never really looked at Jimmy’s tail before. He'd known what if had looked like originally, and had caught glimpses of it since he can back, buy never had the ginger really sat there and inspected it.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He reaches out a hesitant hand to touch it, to ghost over the scarred flesh, and Jimmy lets him.

Jimmy just give a shrug in response. "It's fine, I'm getting used to it. What about your wings? If you don't mind me asking?" And well, Fwhip doesn't really want to show them off, but Jimmy’s voice is just so kindly curious. And he had just showed him his tail.....

The half dragon sighs, and decides to just get it over with and show him. He spreads what remains of his limbs, and can't help but move his gaze downward in shame once more. "They're mostly gone. And my tail is messed up as well. I can still move it, but it doesn't do much for balance anymore."

Jimmy nods along as he speaks, and maybe the half dragon reliazes that this feels nice. Maybe it feels nice to finally be vulnerable with someone, when he hasn't let himself for months now. "I see. Mine doesn't help with balance like it used to either." A moment later, he adds something else quietly. "My arm's also permanently damaged."

"Oh?" He cocks his head to the side curious. In response, Jimmy moves his right arm, his dominant one (arguably the worst arm to injure forever), and the movement seems a little slow and delayed.

The cod looks at the scars ligning his skin, a frown working its way onto his face. Fwhip can't even imagine what memories must be going through his head at the moment. "Used it to shield myself from the blast. It has scars, and I can barely feel one part of it."

"I have scars too, everywhere basically. All explosion shaped." He offers, and knows the ones on his arms and face have been on display a decent amount. They make him like wearing his coat even more than he used too.

Despite the earlier frown, Jimmy cracks a smile. "We messed ourselves up real good, didn't we?"

"Heh, yeah." Fwhip can't help but laugh lightly at it.

Slowly, Jimmy reaches a hand to his battered wings. Fwhip is catious about it, but he lets him, because it's only fair to, really. He flinches back a moment later on near instinct, and hates the looks of guilt that flashes across Jimmy's face.

Okay then, he doesn't like people touching his wings. Not yet anyways. A new boundary discovered at the worst time ever.

He doesn't know how to make Jimmy feel not guilty, so he just flops onto his back in defeat. "I hate this. This sucks."

"I know, I know." Jimmy mumbles, and it feels like he's moved farther away. Fwhip wants him closer.

"I want to fly again. I miss flying." He complains, gaze fixed on the white and pink celling of House Blossoms castle. Katherine really liked pink, is what he found himself noting again. He'd stared at this ceiling far too many times than he was comfortable admitting too.

"Why didn't you tell me you had nightmares as well?" Jimmy's asks quietly. Fwhip just shrugs in response.

"Never thought to."

"Idiot." Jimmy says, but not without a hint of affection behind it. "I'm helping you with them from now on."

"Do you have to?" Fwhip groans with a pout, and feels a light flick against his arm. It doesn't hurt much, but he still playfully kicks the other in response. Jimmy holds back a laugh before he speaks again.

"Yes! You help with mine, I help with yours!" The blonde exclaims, and it feels like he's moved closer again. There is a tail somewhere near his legs, one that's not it's own, and it seems to be flicking with some sort of happy emotion.

"Fineee" Fwhip holds back a laugh, and flexes his damaged wings under him. Maybe missing these won't be so bad. Maybe it can be manageable, if this guy keeps trying to cheer him up that is.

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"Mind if I sleep here tonight?" Fwhip asks, standing in Jimmy’s doorway for what has to be the thousandth time. Be doesn't know what he looks like, but he assumes it's rather pathetic.

The cod shrugs, and moves the covers aside for him. "Nah. Get in."

He walks over quickly, and slides into the bed, the second he's laying down, arms are wrapping around him and holding him close. He must've looked really sad and pathetic, for Jimmy to do that without asking. But it's comforting, and helping his bad state of mind a little, so the former Count doesn't mind much.

It feels a little awkward sharing a bed when no crying has come before it, Fwhip has to admit. In his mind at least. But then Jimmy buries his face into the small of his back, and suddenly it's not very awkward anymore. Fwhip relaxes into it fully, and has to hold back a sigh. God he needed that. He's not sure why he needed to be held and cuddled so much, he just did.

At some point in the quiet, Fwhip turns over in Jimmy’s arms, so he can see the others face. This all feels so.....domestic. so intimate. With a man he used to hate and spit venom at, no less. He wonders when they got so comfortable with each other, to be all domestic like this. He wonders if it means something else, and finds that it doesn't. He wonders what their friends would say if they found out about all this. He wonders what Sausage would say, if he was here and seeing this.

The cod hums, having shifted their postion without the other noticing, and start to trace the scars that run up his arm. The scars he's been told stories about, the scars that they both helped form. Fwhip wonders if the other feels any guilt when he looks at them. Because he know he does whenever he catches a glimpse of Jimmy’s tail, or his own scars, or any of his torn fins and his permanently damaged right arm.

Suddenly, as if the cod can feel himself being stared at, he looks up. Their eyes meet, and the blonde frowns. "Stop thinking." He says, fingers still running over his skin.

"How do you know I'm thinking?" Fwhip asks, slightly amused. He wonders when they could start reading each other so well.

"Because you're looking at me all guilty like. Stop that and go to sleep." Jimmy sounds like such an expastered mother, the half dragon can't help but sigh and try to oblige.

"I'll try." He mumbles, and closes his eyes. Careful hands keep tracing over his scars, and maybe the sensation helps lull him to sleep. Maybe the sensation is becoming comforting, just a tad.

Maybe Jimmy is his comfort.

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"You two share a bed a lot, don't you?" Gem asked one morning, brewing herself a cup of coffee. She had grabbed a mug for him without even asking, because she just knew that he'd complain if she didn't. Even the way he liked his coffee was gross, or whatever she had been calling it.

"Yeah, and?" He asks, already starting to sound exasperated. His sister must have seen him exit Jimmy's room this morning, his clothes probably decently (and suspiciously) rumpled. And if Gem was asking, she'd probably seen it more than once already.

The wizard clears her throat a little awkwardly, and asks the worst question shes probably ever asked him. "Are you two...um...involved in any way? More than friends I mean-"

"I am not fucking Jimmy." Fwhip groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind before, and thinking about it now made him physically recoil. Not that the cod wasn't attractive or anything, their relationship had just never been like that. And would probably never be, as far as he was concerned.

"Good to know." Gem says over the sound of coffee being poured. Fwhip doesn't even care much about the drink anymore, just leaving this situation as soon as he can really.

"Physical touch helps him with the nightmares." He explains further, carefully leaving out the information that he had them sometimes as well. Though Gem had seen some of them, before they were found and all, but she would worry less if she believed they'd slowly stopped over time.

"Ohhh." A lightblub seems to go off in his sister's head, and she starts preparing his coffee how he likes it. Fwhip almost tells her there's no need too.

"And if I was, it'd be none of your buisness." He grumbles, and stands from the table. He can drink cold coffee later, when he's less annoyed. It was not a good morning to ask him that.

He hears Gem sigh, but she doesn't chase after him. Fwhip only hears the faint clinking of a mug against the table, right as he returns to his own bedroom.

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Fwhip crawls into Jimmy’s room one night, not even knocking before he opens the door. It's become quite a habit after all these months, a bad one as his twin would call it, but neither of them care much for her opinion on this specific thing anyways. (Because according to Gem, finding a counselor would do many more wonders, even if Fwhip’s pretty sure neither of them can sleep alone now. Night terrors or no night terrors.)

Jimmy is awake as soon as his door clicks shut, and greets him with a groggy hello. Fwhip says nothing, just sits down on the bed, and relaxes near instantly as familiar arms wrap around him. The half dragon melts into his friends warmth, and thinks he could finally fall asleep right then and there.

"What's wrong?" The cod mumbles, sleep stilling coating his voice. Fwhip says nothing for a moment, and buries his head into Jimmy's soft woolen t-shirt.

"Phantoms pains were bad today." He grumbled eventually. "And a bunch of other things, just felt like i was gonna have a nightmare."

"Mmm, I get it." Jimmy hummed. "Wanna lay down?"

"Please." Fwhip sighed, and let himself be pulled down. He laid half ontop of Jimmy, and nuzzling into his warmth had become habit by that point, it had become as natural as breathing.

"You comfortable?" The cod laughed, his breath ghosting over the others face. Fwhip just made a tired noise in response.

"Yes, you're very warm and comforting." He mumbled, and squeezed his eyes shut. The phantom pains from earlier were still there, but focusing on the cod's breathing was helping keep his mind off it.

"Good, that's good." Jimmy said, and his night felt a lot more manageable than it had before. Not good, but more manageable, and that was more than enough for now.

#ron.writing #This is all /p #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #empiresblr #fwhip #the game is over #<-- future fic title yipppeee #they r healing from the end of the world trauma #and also the survivors guilt #empires smp s1 #empires s1 #suggestive #<--- just in case. Gem does ask if they're fucking at one point.

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ukulelekatie · 2 months

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Hey! Sorry if this is weird or anything, but my partner and I are going to Boston for the first time in April. Do you have any recommendations for touristy type things we could do? Or any queer friendly places you would recommend?

We're pretty nervous because we've never been to the east coast before so any tips or tricks would help a lot!

Hi, love this question!! Here are some lists of touristy things I made for past anons:

And here's another list by @marzipanandminutiae

So the weird thing about Boston's queer spaces is that we don't really have a centralized location with a lot of queer history/culture, like Greenwich Village in New York, Toronto's Gay Village, etc. There are a few gay bars scattered here and there, but mostly you'll find that Boston as a whole is overall very queer friendly. However! If you're cool with boats, you can catch a ferry from Boston to Provincetown, MA, a town on the very tippity tip of Cape Cod that is known for being a prominent LGBTQ+ tourist spot.

And here are some general tips:

The weather here in April tends to be quite unpredictable! It could be sunny and warm or cold and rainy on any given day (sometimes both in the same day), and there's even a non-zero chance that it might snow a bit. I recommend packing outfits with lots of layers, and ideally something waterproof.

If you're planning on taking the T (public transit), keep in mind that we're dealing with a lot of construction and issues these days. The system is quite robust but also very old, and we're now in the "find out" era after fucking around with not maintaining/upgrading things that should have been done decades ago. There may be delays and/or detours depending on where you're trying to go, so it's a good idea to factor in some extra travel time. Depending on how long you'll be here, you might want to look into getting a weekly pass (unlimited travel for $22.50).

...And of course there's always Uber/Lyft if the T lets you down lol. Definitely check both apps before booking a ride, the prices vary wildly here. I find that Uber is cheaper during the day and Lyft is cheaper at night, but your mileage may vary.

Boston's night life scene is pretty abysmal compared to other major cities (which I think also contributes to the lack of dedicated queer spaces). We're very much a "do things during the day" kind of place, so you'll want to plan what you're going to do pretty early in the day.

That's all I can think of for now, I hope you have a great trip and I'd be happy to answer other questions if you have 'em!

#boston #massachusetts

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miss-dollette · 6 months

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Your fandom rants and icks... finally someone said it. I've been thinking about this lately and couldn't put it into words but you hit the nail on the head. There have been so many things that have recently been in the fandom and/or fanfics that have driven me absolutely insane. I'm never one to be a debbie downer or shit on anyones fun but some things have just made me incredibly uncomfortable recently that I've actively had to go through and block/mute tags or blogs because it's overwhelmed the COD tag. It makes me so sad because it's basically stopped me from engaging in anything at all in relation to COD because I feel bombarded and it's not enjoyable. The biggest thing recently that's bothered me is stories being written that are completely out of character for the COD guys. Like I get that it's fanfiction but seeing stuff written that clearly doesn't match the individual(s) written about feels weird and at that point it's not even the original character anymore so whats the point?? I know some people probably strongly disagree but at a certain point it almost feels disrespectful to the original characters and their stories. It also feels like a way for some weird shit to be fleshed out and, again, to each their own and it's fiction blah blah blah, but for fucks sake. Like literally for. fucks. sake. Like you said, It's like people writing stuff about Ghost that would be completely out of character for someone like him, with all of the trauma and experience that is literally canon to him as a character. Maybe it's because I have a degree in psychology and know people who have been through things that are written/portrayed in COD that it all just doesn't sit right with me... Let's not even get started on having a degree in psychology and seeing things like pedo shit practically glorified, let alone being written about. Holy. Fucking. Shit. There are a few writers that I think truly understand certain characters and write about them in such a beautiful way that it makes me so upset that it gets overshadowed and bogged down by absolutely horrendous things in the tags. I'm so sorry this is so long. I didn't intended to write a whole ass dissertation on this but I'm so happy to see someone else is feeling this way.

Everyone is on my ass for what I said. But to be honest, I don't careeeee. I don't. I really don't. They're real mad but I'm just laughing. I'm just expressing my feelings and having fun doing it. It's funny, cause my post got 100 likes in a day. That's telling something.

You should see the messages im receiving. I don't mind, I love trolling a little.

I said the hard truth, and they can't handle it.

'Preciate your message. Great minds think alike.

If you wanna laugh, check out my responses to these messages. I had fun.

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siriannatan · 1 year

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FlowerHusbands thingy

This one was a suggestion over in my AO3 comments.

Hope you like it:}

AO3

There was something off with Scott. It was obvious as soon as Jimmy landed in Rivendell. The Scott he knew would instantly come to scold him, be it for being later or dressed to light for the mountain chill. Certainly not run away after blushing like Jimmy never saw him blush and he saw Scott's first reaction to seeing fWhip not covered in soot and dust and five coats. Seeing the elf turn around and run without even trying to keep his usual poise and dignity might have been funny if Jimmy wasn't worried. He could not help but wonder if maybe he did something to offend him.

He still ran after him. If to try and apologise for whatever he did.

First he had to catch the elf which wasn't easy. Mostly because even if Scott wasn't that short, Jimmy was much taller than any elf and had a bit of trouble with some of the tight passages and doorways but he managed to corner Scott after nearly an hour of chasing him. Where did Scott get so much stamina? He usually needed to sit down after just half an hour of walking.

"Scott? Whatever I did I'm..." Jimmy started but stopped when Scott hugged him out of nowhere. "You okay petal?" the merling prince asked, gently petting the elf's wings.

"I'm a bit confused..." Scott said and Jimmy maybe kind of got it. Maybe.

"Oh... You're not the Scott who's usually here, right? Some weird magic?" he asked but did not push him away. No matter who was in there they still had Scott's face and besides, they were clearly distressed.

"I suppose so..." 'Scott' sighed and sat down on a small bench in the room Jimmy finally caught him in. There wasn't much other than a table and two benches in there. What was it even for? He might ask Scott when he's back.

"Umm, who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" Jimmy asked and gently as to not break anything took the other bench almost entirely. "Wait, I should introduce myself first. Sorry, I'm Jimmy, the Cod Father of the Cod Empire. We're currently in the elven empire of Rivendell, and you're currently ummm, possessing the body of its second prince and my fiance, Scott S. Major," he explained as well as he could.

The guest hummed, taking a moment to think about his situation. "Well," he finally spoke up. "It's funny since I'm also Scott, Scott the necromantic witch... I'm kind of trying to bring y... a very important person back," he introduced himself with a cute smile. Jimmy never saw this kind of smile on his Scott. "And me not being quite myself would explain why instead of zombies I made snow piles. It's kind of annoying since I know this annoying ice witch, he's a total douche who can't tell a malicious curse from a prank," he sighed, face resting on one hand, and sighing again. "I just hope this will pass soon, I have things to do and I'm sure your fiance wants you back too."

Jimmy hummed and wondered if there was anything he could do to help. He knew little outside summoning thunder and waves. And it was probably bad to involve anyone else. Just in case.

"Scott!?"

Xornoth yelling out had Jimmy almost hitting his head on a rather low for elves ceiling of the room. "Xor... My Scott's older brother," he explained in a hushed whisper. "Stay here, I'll get him to leave," he said and slowly left the room.

"Oh, Jimmy, hi. Um, have you seen my brother?" the older prince asked. Visibly unhappy Jimmy was in the castle. Or anywhere near his brother, the overprotective prick.

"No, but I'm getting a surprise ready for him so..." Jimmy started but a heavy sigh stopped him.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, I'll go and check the gardens," the older prince said and left.

Jimmy sighed in relief and came back into the room.

"Well hello," Scott greeted with a more than familiar grin. "Care to explain what we're doing here? Or how we got here?" he asked.

Jimmy's Scott was back and had no idea he was somewhere else. "Well..." Jimmy sighed and explained the whole situation.

At the maybe same time, in a different land, a necromancer woke up in his bed. Very confused by his dream of a handsome fish prince.

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Ranking every Ganon/Ganondorf based on Appearance

Hey folks!

Those who know me well know that Ganondorf is one of my all time favourite video game characters and I am SO excited to see him return in “Tears of the Kingdom”. In that spirit, I thought it would be fun to do a personal ranking of every major Ganon or Ganondorf appearance in a Zelda game.

Notice how I said “major”, because quite frankly there are a lot of smaller Zelda games out there and I don’t have time to look into every single one of them to see if the G man had a cameo or not. This won’t be a complete list, just complete in terms of my personal knowledge and the games I am most familiar with. Also, friendly reminder that this list is my opinion and I’m not trying to offend or change anyone’s mind.

Let’s go!

Ganon from the CD-I Zelda games - 1/10

I had to throw this one in here just for fun. It’s no secret that most of the characters in these games look absolutely god awful, not just Ganon himself. He looks like a weird, swamp monster that’s a cross between a dog and an ogre. Whenever I see this image all I can think of were those hilarious Youtube Poops from way back in the day. It is truly a silly design that fails to even remotely represent such an evil and intimidating character.

Calamity Ganon from Breath of the Wild - 3/10

Gosh, I just know I’m gonna piss people off with this one. I’m sorry, but I just don’t like this design at all. Like, what am I even looking at here? He looks like a Christmas tree crossed with a pirate skeleton or something. The only reason why I gave him a 3 is because at least he is somewhat intimidating, unlike the last entry on my list. I know I haven’t actually finished BOTW, but that doesn’t change the fact that I find his design to be pretty uninspired and confusing, at least from what I’ve seen.

Original Ganon from the Legend of Zelda - 5/10

Although I’ve always preferred Ganondorf to Ganon, I will say I actually dig this design quite a bit. It really gets the point across that he is a powerful baddie and will hurt you if he gets the chance. It’s a good look, it’s effective, and oddly cute in a weird way? Especially when you see him in the game as a bundle of sprites that resemble a bright blue pig. Ultimately it’s just not as threatening or aesthetically pleasing as some of his other reincarnations.

Ganondorf from The Wind Waker - 6/10

Now we’re getting somewhere! While this is far from my favourite design of his, you have to admit it goes in a pretty creative and unique art direction. This version of Ganondorf feels rather large and imposing, especially since he towers over the characters of Link and Zelda who are literal children. I love the small details like his brooch and sandals. When I look at this image, I’m left with only one burning question...why did they make him so god damn CHONKY?

Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time - 7/10

Honestly it’s really hard to find anything wrong with this design. This was the first time we ever saw a human version of Ganondorf, and it’s inspired all of the other versions since then to some degree. He’s imposing, he’s threatening, he’s powerful, and it shows. I love the brown tones mixed with the white/blue/red cloth that’s scattered over various points. I think the only problem I have with this is the weird cod-piece situation that’s going on. And why did they make his ears so big and goofy?

Ganondorf from Hyrule Warriors - 8/10

Now THIS is more like it! I never played Hyrule Warriors, but boy do I sure love this design of Ganondorf. The blue and gold tones, the giant boots, the luscious red mane that’s free to blow in the wind. This is a look that just screams power and strength, with a touch of grace added in for good measure. Ganondorf looks delightfully mean here, like he’s thinking about how much he’s going to enjoy smashing your face into the ground.

Ganondorf from Tears of the Kingdom - 8.5/10

This new look hasn’t even been out for a week and I’m already so in love with it. I’m really enjoying the Samurai inspired design, with the man bun, tattoos and more skin shown than any other version I can think of. I know it’s on trend to talk about the thirst factor, but it definitely is there. Ganondorf’s potential for sex appeal is long overdue, and judging by everyone’s reaction I think I’m correct in that. Similar to Link and Zelda’s designs, I feel like this look has taken a bold new turn without straying too far from the original design of the character. I can’t wait to see more of him!

Ganondorf from Twilight Princess - 10/10

Here he is; the man, the myth...the absolute GOAT. In my opinion, Ganondorf’s design PEAKED with Twilight Princess and no other design has even come close to this level of perfection. Part of this might be my nostalgia talking, or the fact that this is my favourite Zelda game. But according to some other folks online, it looks like I’m not the only one who is obsessed with this look. Just looking at this image you can feel the anger, the power, the dominance. I love the colour scheme, the hairstyle, the cape, the fingerless gloves. There was so much thought put into every detail and it really shows. Perhaps 11 year Sam was ahead of her time, but I thought this Ganondorf was sexy as fuck back in the day (and tbh I still kind of do). At the end of the day, this look has everything you’d want for the King of Evil.

Thanks for listening to my ramble, folks. I hope you got something out of it. What’s your favourite version of Ganon/Ganondorf? :)

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