#the best gift he can get for her is crime. which is fine. she does a lot of crimes too.
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So far in the lore of this playthrough, Astarion's made two grand gestures of affection toward Mae, which are 1. breaking into the Baldur's Mouth building and stopping the newspaper from slandering her, and 2. robbing an entire bank because she's been complaining about being broke all the time.
#roddy plays bg3#roddy plays bg3: mae#we had the key for one of the vaults from the fireworks shop (where we killed everyone and then took the profits of the shop)#so i sent astarion in to get that. and then i was like yeah sure. why not have him take everything else too#my headcanon/playthrough lore is that he made both of these decisions on his own.#the best gift he can get for her is crime. which is fine. she does a lot of crimes too.
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Ah, but being a party girl... Getting to your late 20s/early 30s, feeling that shift within you; knowing that hey, this can't go on forever... Starting something light with Crocodile, maybe aiming for a little fun in the spring, just someone proper to take you out for dinners and to warm your bed - testing the waters, so to speak. You want to settle down soon, just not right now, just want to see how it is as an item. He's handsome, has a certain air to him and a lot of money to spend - so why not?
tw.minors dni, a little dark twist at the end bc it's crocodile 🤭
Of course, you butter him up. He's right at that age where his type of man gets a little wistful, would like to have a wife, a house, maybe a kid if it's in the cards, still? Twenty-some years of 50 hour weeks will do that to you, will show you that your body doesn't just bounce back like so when you step over a certain threshold. Well, he wants someone to put a ring on; you want some fun - so, selfish as you are, you play along. Humor him. Hang off his arm and entertain those silly thoughts of his - a vacation together, moving in with him after the summer's done (because well, why not smile and nod when you'll be long gone by then), pointedly ignoring the way he keeps burying you in expensive gifts. You should feel bad, the guilt should probably eat you alive, because as the weeks pass you can tell that he's really, really smitten with you while you're secretly texting some other guy your age when you return home from yet another chic Italian restaurant-
It's such a sad thing, really. He'll make some other woman stupid happy, especially if she's been yearning for a rich husband; he's the perfect example of the broody, grumbly type who mumbles on and on about her expensive taste but would rather die than NOT to buy her exactly what she wants. There is a certain appeal to him (or else you wouldn't have spent this much time with him) and he'll be just fine after licking wounds once you're gone, you're sure of it. It's definitely nice to have someone around who is serious about you - after years and years of boyfriends (emphasis on boy) who were only good for long nights of drinking and summer vacations, you feel spoiled and terribly grown to have a handsome man downright worship you, to plan a future with you after such little time. He's committed and doesn't play around. Yes, you think, you could get used to this, but you still need a few more years of being free before you'll let yourself be tied down - because as much as it is flattering, it can also be a little scary. The thought of you in a white gown and a matching ring on your finger in just a year is making you antsy; and with how fast he's moving he might just want to opt for a December wedding.
So you do what you do best: smile, kiss him goodbye after yet another lovely date and- ghost him. You avoid his neighborhood for a few weeks, go private on all your socials, block his number, duck away whenever you see that telltale black shock of hair that is dragging smoke behind it, act like he never existed. And it works, as it always does.
At least that's what you think. Because the one night you finally dare to venture out again ends abruptly and with you waking up in an unfamiliar room. You can barely lift your hand to rub your tired eyes because suddenly there is a weight on it and a familiar face is staring you down solemly from the bedside, that all too familiar smell of cigars all around you. Turns out, leaders of crime syndicates who operate behind the innocent fronts of bussinesmen don't like to be deceived and made a fool of, especially by naive little playgirls who think they're smarter than the rest of the world and when they weren't even able to glean that there was more to the person they chose to goad. And spoiled brats like you need to learn not to toy with other people's hearts and egos, both of which are dangerously fragile. You reeled him in with promises of marriage and love and that's exactly what you'll give him now, just without all the luxury that you could have had if you hadn't been dishonest from the start.
Time to grow up, princess.
#i need to re-watch SatC soon can you tell lol#crocodile x reader#one piece x reader#oh my god i just realized that this is basically the plot of king thrushbeard no one look at me lmaooo#/crocodile#/one piece#tw.dark content#fem reader
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The Shredder's Henchmen from TMNT 2003 were parallels of the turtles. Not directly enough that it was on purpose, but they still managed to give the Shredder 4 primary henchmen with personalities that mirror the turtles' base traits of "Leader", "Rude", "Smart", and "Fun". (Also, I love character parallels and always try to finagle them out of any media I can.)
Karai is the most obviously made to mirror Leo. She's The Leader, the obviously favored child henchman with more power and authority than the others. She's a better leader than even the Shredder himself, her soldiers and technicians are better trained and more competent than the Shredder's original forces. It’s made obvious in the show, the increased threat she and her people are to the turtles. She is the closest to Shredder, literally his daughter, but she isn’t treated differently than Shredder’s other high ranking subordinates. She is praised when she succeeds and is punished when she fails, she’s just competent enough to never fully fail. She always has at least a little bit of a win that saves her from the really bad punishments, something she learned from Shredder.
Hun may be more of a parallel to Casey, but Casey is a parallel to Raph, so by the transitive property, Hun is Raph's foil. He's mean and angry and loves a good beatdown and wanton destruction, but he's also loyal and devoted to a fault. Hun is Karai's rival, put in a position of power above others, but Shredder's disrespect for him prevents him from moving up the ranks any more than that. To Shredder, Hun is just a gangster and can be replaced by any other gangster. To Shredder, Hun is just a ball of anger and muscle that can be thrown at a problem until it stops moving. Hun is treated more like a dog than a person, someone that can follow orders but not think for himself. But Hun is too loyal, too devoted to see that his master doesn’t respect him. Hun sees Shredder as a man who has earned his power, money, and respect, which is why he immediately turns once Shredder’s revealed to be an Utrom, that’s not a Man Who’s Earned His Place, that’s an alien who cheated his way to the top of humanity. Once Shredder is gone in season 5 - Once free from the “stupid gangster” box Shredder kept him in, Hun really steps up his villain game and turns the Purple Dragons from just a street gang to a proper organized crime syndicate.
Stockman “does machines” and also various other crimes against nature as desired. He's a genius unchecked by morals, and who seems to think caring for other people is a weakness and a detriment. He uses his intelligence to get fame and praise, he doesn't think "how can I use science to make the world a better place" or even "science/knowledge is valuable in and of itself", at best he thinks "what problem do other people have that I can fix and get praise for". And that mindset lead him to Shredder, who gives Stockman praise until his usefulness is outweighed by his ego. Donnie has a tempered ego, grounded by his brothers and his friends who praise him for his successes but who also care about his physical and mental wellbeing, but also an altruistic nature nurtured in him by Splinter. If Stockman’s mom hadn’t died, if he’d had anyone else to keep him grounded, if he had anything other than his own ego fueling him, he wouldn’t have ended up in Shredder’s employ, wouldn't have ended up in pieces (also, in Fast Forward, the moment he does get someone to genuinely care about him, he switches sides and starts, like, working on a farm for his bestie).
So, who's the Fun one then, you might ask? Why it’s Dr. Chaplin! He is a seemingly innocent and naive scientist, but is actually just as evil as everyone around him - he's just so nice to everyone! Even people who are mean to him or exploiting him or even try to get him killed - except of course he's also fine with destroying the world, enslaving humanity, and perpetrating intergalactic colonialism. He's naturally gifted, and seems almost desperate for praise and attention and acceptance, so much so, he’s willing to theoretically participate in multiple genocides. He's so happy to just be included, be asked to do things, be a part of a team, or even be put in charge. He just goes along with whatever will give him that attention, that praise, that acceptance, no matter the cost. He understands that other people are people and focuses more on making other's happy over his own desires, because he needs it, he needs them to like him, or at least, put up with his presence, and if making murder-bots will do that, then he's making murder-bots. He's willing to devote any and all talent and skill to anyone willing to give him a chance or who he can look up to. He's looking for a found family and doesn't care if they're the bad guys, he just needs to belong. A real Chaotic Neutral type of guy! And if Mikey didn’t have his family to give him affirmation about his place in the universe and direct his natural talents in a productive direction? Well, he would probably also devote himself to the first guy to come along and promise any level of acceptance.
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 03#tmnt 2003#tmnt shredder#oroku karai#tmnt hun#baxter stockman#tmnt chaplin#dr chaplin#character analysis
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Ya know what tbqh I'm having a lot more fun interacting with SJM since deciding to hash tag stan tamlin but also what grinds my gears!?!? What butters my fucking croissants!?!?!
Tamlin has HOBBIES.
No no. Seriously. I have a point. Listen:
We know the following pieces of information about the Spring Court/Tamlin in ACOTAR: Most of the government falls squarely on Tamlin's shoulders because most of the old guard and the former sentries are dead, because they left the Spring Court to search for a "cure." He and Lucien actively patrol their borders and hunt for monsters that threaten humans and faeries alike. Taxes are collected once a year via the Tithe, but Tamlim absolishes the Tithe during Amarantha's rule. There are no cities. There is almost no distinction in the Court between High Fae and "lesser fae." He was a victim of abuse via his father and two much older brothers. Human slaves used to be common, but Tamlin finds his family history abhorrent and considers himself a protector type. He personally took Lucien to another Court for healing after Amarantha damaged his eye in a way that Tamlin himself could not fix. A faerie dies in his living room and Tamlin personally buries him. Tamlin takes refugees from other courts. The most important holiday is Calanmai, wherein Tamlin sacrifices his bodily autonomy and gets possessed by a god (?) in order to generate magic during the changing of seasons. He can be grouchy but he has a sense of humor; he writes silly poems for fun and plays music well enough that Feyre thinks he could make an actual career of it.
A lot of this gets re-conned, re-framed as "conservative" and sometimes actively ignored in order to attribute more positive qualities to Rhys - who in ACOTAR, is shown to be a manipulative liar who commits murder for fun and drugs/assaults Feyre. Tamlin clearly suffers from PTSD in ACOMAF but his symptoms are not "noble" or cute like Feyre. The narrative postulates that while Feyre needs to learn that she's worthy of love and freedom and that her dark past doesnt define her, Tamlin needs to be "redeemed" because his trauma is not as important or as valid as hers, and he can't be worthy of help until he repents for his "crime" of acting in ways that are - from his perspective- completely logical, and based in genuinely good/loving intentions.
In ACOWAR, Feyre states that she begins implanting/altering the memories of Tamlin in other people's heads to make them abandon him. She also steals a gift (presumably, a gift from Rhys to Tamlin) because she doesn't feel he deserves it, and contemplates burning down the rose garden which is pretty much all Tamlin has left of his mother.
This... does not make me hate Tamlin in the slightest. I read these books and actively struggle to hate him the way the narrative wants because everything about him is legitimately just tragic and pitiable.
While all this goes on the narrative goes on to reposition Rhysand - the guy who caused a lot of the main heroine trauma - as the best guy who ever lived. He's cruel to be kind, deeply misunderstood and hurting in silence. A martyr whose pain is just like the heroine's, who is an immortal ancient warrior king more powerful than any other person in the world but still somehow the narrative equal of a barely literate 20 year old woman. That sure is a choice and ya know what fine, whatever, I accept that this is the story I'm reading. But back to my earlier point:
What hobby does Rhysand have other than sex and fighting?
Answer me. Quickly.
The retcons with Tamlins character are annoying on their own because SJM clearly thinks her audience is too stupid to remember book one of her own series. But it's especially annoying for me given that Rhysand is a boring mouthpiece for the author to moralize her faerie books. As a character he's incredibly bland. There's nothing about him that's compelling because everything "bad" that he does is justified and righteous, and he can't be challenged or hurt because that would make Feyre (the other author mouthpiece) very sad. :(
Anyway remember to stan tamlin, send tweet.
#anti sjm#tamlin#anti rhysand#im so bored of feysand they are the most boring insufferable fucking couple
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Mahiru 14, Kotoko 8, Haruka 7
7. Favorite relationship with another character if they weren’t in Milgram, the way you imagine it would like them to be.
Hmmm… probably Haruka and Fuuta would be the most likely to happen and I do like their interactions. It’s been implied in the timeline conversations and in Fuuta’s interrogation questions, that the two of them hung out quite a bit before Kotoko’s attacks (as liberally as I can use that phrase since they are in prison with limited options). Fuuta says that he looks out for Haruka since Trial 1 Haruka is very timid and shy. And I think that if Haruka had been voted guilty during Trial 1, he would have latched onto Fuuta even harder. What with Fuuta’s deteriorating mental health, he probably wouldn’t be the best option for Haruka, but Fuuta does treat him like a peer on equal footing rather than a child and cannot keep his mouth shut, so he would push back on Haruka’s Es/you are my real mom shit. Fuuta probably has his own mommy issues, but he has a better idea on what relationships look like than Haruka so it’s the “I lost my glasses with the coke bottle lenses” leading the blind instead of the blind leading the blind.
But outside Milgram? I think the two would have had a good friendship. Maybe not the healthiest because of their own issues, but I think they could help each other become better people. With Haruka, Fuuta could learn to soften his edges, or at least learn to show more patience and grace to those who make mistakes (which seems to be why he went after Killcheroy? I’m not totally sure on what Killcheroy did to be gifted internet cancellation). With Fuuta, Haruka could learn to be more assertive and sure of himself. I would like for this blue blorbo to have a hobby that doesn’t involve sleeping or killing animals and children. Fuuta defines friendship as two or more people getting hype over the same things, so I can see him introducing Haruka to video games, Twitter, and soccer and seeing what sticks. Haruka needs some positive attention to grow confident, and again, Fuuta cannot shut his mouth, so he would give Haruka some much needed pushback. You know that meme where there’s two people and one goes, “Excuse me? He asked for no pickles?” I can see Fuuta going, “Excuse me? Haruka. What did you ask for?” “It’s okay, I’ll eat around them.” “No, what did you ask for?” *cue more insistence that he’s fine until Haruka finally goes, “… no pickles please.”
Honestly, I’m fine with Haruka meeting any of the other prisoners IRL except for Muu (who feeds into his bullshit) and Kotoko (who will kill him).
8. What is your theory for their crime? If there’s a general consensus within the fandom, do you have any other, not-so-wildly-accepted thoughts on it?
Kotoko’s murder. Based on “Harrow” I think that her killing the serial killer was her first kill, but her earlier acts like bribing the journalist for info and beating up the thief were all escalating behaviors leading up to it. She worries me the most because she’s the one I am most convinced that would kill again if released back into the general population. Haruka is my blorbo but he is also a murderous, little bitch who deserves jail time. But he’s also dumb and will most likely caught and arrested quickly because he boasted to his mother about his kills like a cat bringing dead mice and voles to its owner’s doorstep. Kotoko is clever, and I can see her outfoxing the cops like she’s a chess prodigy playing checkers. Despite John’s bluster about being an uncontrollable monster, I do think that he knew his victims and viewed them as threats to Bokuto’s life and/or current position. Kotoko’s methodical nature and dedication to her role as a tool of violence inflicting ‘righteous’ judgment worries me more than that. I’m all for addressing the flaws of the justice system, especially when it is used to let dangerous people off, but I don’t believe the death penalty should be the decision of one person (even if they were held accountable to the law and a code of ethics), if that makes sense. I can understand and sympathize with her motives, but I don’t agree with her actions and I have enough faith in her to have wracked up quite the body count by the time she is arrested by police. Home girl gets shit done, and has enough distance from her (criminal) victims to elude the police longer than someone who knew them.
I am curious as to how she got into this. I definitely think that the serial killer she killed worked the area where she lived, so I can see her growing frustrated with police for not stopping him and taking matters into her own hands. Kotoko emphasizes in her first trial interrogation questions that she is not a victim. She is someone who sympathized with their plight and wishes to protect them. It’s emphasized enough that I think, “Keep telling yourself that.” The theory that the serial killer abducted and then killed her sister may have some weight because Kotoko wouldn’t be the victim, it would be her younger sister. Semantics. I have thoughts on the glitchy trailer lines, and I think her line is her talking to someone who disapproves of her plan and her snapping back at them to shut it because they’re too weak to do it.
If you’re going to pick your first human kill, a serial killer is always a good pick.
14. Any headcanons on their appearance?
Mahiru is definitely one of the most fashionable Milgram prisoners. Yuno and her battle it out for the number one spot lol. Mikoto trails close behind them. She almost certainly is someone who has been reading fashion magazines since the fourth grade and knows how to best coordinate outfits and accessories in accordance to the weather, preferred colored palette, and the formality of the occasion. The only reason I wouldn’t want to go clothes shopping with her is because it would take too long!
Based on her comments about always being the one confessing versus being confessed to, I’d reckon that she doesn’t have much confidence in her own looks, which is a shame because she is pretty. Naive she may be, but, I think she has good insides to match her outside.
She seems like someone who has an in-depth skin routine. If the fashion magazines comment doesn’t count as a headcanon, I would say she definitely has a whole skin care routine that she does and coming to Milgram wrecked it since she doesn’t have access to her things. She’s probably a little miffed about it, but she’s got bigger problems so it is a back burner issue.
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What do you think would be the reaction of acotar men to an accidental pregnancy from the most panicked to the most relaxed?
9. Rhysand- we all saw what he did. From impenetrable shields to keeping a fatal pregnancy from Feyre, I have to question- did anyone even throw her a baby shower? Was she having FUN? Blah blah trauma response, Rhysand is at the bottom.
8. Jurian- I just know the words, "It's not mine," slipped out of his mouth the minute he saw those pink plus signs. It becomes a funny story in nine months but in the moment it was a massive fight.
7. Tamlin- Can monsters make babies? Tamlin is EXCEPTIONALLY stressed out. What is this baby coming out as? HORNS? He does not vocalize those fears which makes him stressy for 9 months. Baby is born, their only crime having blonde hair.
6. Azriel- Panicking x 1000. A baby? Oh my god. How did this happen? What do you mean all the fucking? We were so careful, he swears, forgetting the NON STOP fucking. Okay. No this is fine. He can do this. Azriel is NOT panicking. He is very fine, he is just ordering every parenting book he can find on amazon and has self-signed himself up for 3 birthing classes.
5. Eris- What the fuck do you mean, A BABY? Do I look like I change diapers? Put it back. Joins Azriel in that birthing class. They do not make eye contact (or maybe they do idk Azris is compelling)
4. Helion- in his defense, he's being told 300 years later and he has some questions. That ginger man is WHO? The scowling male with his own baby is MY son? Helion is suspicious but over all pleased once he considers that being a DILF is practically his birthright.
3. Cassian- momentary panic over wings/pelvis debacle. Did anyone tell him she changed her body? Immediately plasters signs on every street post, Nesta's grumpy face with the words WERE HAVING A BABY just beneath in green lettering. At the baby store buying a stroller before Nesta has her first scan.
2. Lucien- OH GOD OKAY ITS HAPPENING. Definitely cries. Over-prepared but not overbearing. Has a hospital bag packed by the 4th month though, immediately forgets it when labor begins.
1. Tarquin- Best man. So happy, so laid back. Unbothered AND proud. A baby? What a gift. Keeps no life threatening secrets, does not lock wife in a shield where no one can smell her. Shows off baby bump every chance he gets, Mufasa-like joy when baby is born, showing it to the city
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The MC, Coco, Ross, and Nora have like, the most chaotic group/friend/found family dynamic of all time. You have:
No brain cells wannabe
Ross would fight anyone who even looked at the others wrong. He's the 'I'm the only one allowed to insult them' friend. It doesn't matter if he is a human and his friend is the Ruler of all Nexomon, he will size you up if you try to fight them.
Boy never thinks. Nary a thought runs through his mind. Yet, he sometimes makes the most philosophical comments at random times. And then Coco makes fun of him for it.
Someone plz help his Nexomon, they are one of four reasons he is even a functioning being.
Is the only human with a somewhat positive(?) relationship with Fenrir. Fenrir constantly belittles him but Ross just. Doesn't care at this point. And Fenrir respects that. Gets along fine with all of the other CoO.
Deena tries to mother him, Nora, and Coco. Ross is not very recipient to this. He thinks its awesome when she beats people's asses in battles though.
Curses the most out of the four of them. May not know much sign language, but MC taught him the curse word signs after years of asking. (All four of them can read sign language.)
The One with (almost) all of the brain cells
Nora is the only one who is capable of functioning on her own as an adult. Thus, she has to follow Ross around so he does not die. (The last time she left him alone he ran into New Ignita and was held captive by Mulcimer.)
The book she holds, which is a book on different species of Nexomon, is the last thing she has from her parents. The others understand this and never mess with it. They all read it sometimes when Nora gets sad.
Her Nexomon are just as smart as she is. She often lets them wander around when traveling around the world. They always come back to her, often with little gifts. (Rocks, flowers, and the like. One time it was a wild Maern though.)
Very respectful to all of the CoO, so they all think she is, at the very least, not to bad of a human. Nadine in particular like how she approaches problems. The only thing she thinks Nora needs to be is more assertive.
Deena's mothering was received best by Nora, who is not really bothered by all of the fusing. She asks lots of questions about everything. Nexomon? The guild structure? How the MC's powers work? The birth of Tyrants? Everything.
Nora is the only one other than the MC to be fluent in sign language. She learned alongside the MC and it currently trying to teach Ross more signs. It is not going great.
Sassy 4th wall breaking cat
Coco is the second most functional member of the group, but there is also a large gap in between him and Nora. Has to follow around the MC so they are not caught doing crimes.
Coco and Ross have antagonized each other since they were babies. At this point, it is their natural state.
Does not currently own any Nexomon, but all of the other three's Nexomon like him for some reason. He does not enjoy this when they are 3x larger than him.
Literally couldn't give less of a shit about how the CoO feel about him. Zetta thinks that the fact he is a cat is fascinating, and Coco wants him to leave him alone.
Deena is very hesitant with Coco, as he has already scratched Zetta three times. Coco tries to be nicer to her for the MC's sake. (but not all the time)
Coco can read sign language very easily, bit his paws were not made for using sign language. He tries to make up his own to accommodate, but it turns into a complex game of charades.
And a deer-wolf-thing with a spinning addiction
Simultaneously a sugar-sweet puppy dog and absolutely fucking feral. (And yet, is somehow more functional than Ross.)
Didn't really get along with the other kids at the Orphanage at first, except for Ross. Nora arrived a little later and Coco 'begrudgingly' began to hang out with all of them.
Their Nexomon adore them, even more than Coco. Ross and Nora's Nexomon also adore the MC. In fact, most Nexomon adore the MC. All Nexomon adore the MC? (Not surprising in hindsight)
My personal human name for the MC is either Helie or Helios, in reference to the Greek Titan of the Sun. Solus, Omnisun, and Helie/Helios, Titan (or Tyrant) of the Sun.
Easily gets along with the CoO the best. Being their niece/nephew give them the privilege of annoying them constantly. The CoO don't mind it because at least it's something new, they have never has a new family member since Metta Luxa's birth.
Deena tries to simply be there for the MC, and she doesn't want to push anything onto them. (which causes her to redirect this energy towards Ross, Coco, and Nora). Grunda has unfortunately (according to him, anyway) ended up with a parental role as well.
Tries to split their time in between their human and Tyrant form. Typically uses Tyrant form to either chat with other Nexomon, get places faster, or for whatever stupid idea Ross or Coco has come up with this time, much to Nora's chagrin.
They are one the inherently chaotic groups I have ever seen in a video game and I love them.
#nexomon extinction#nexomon#nexomon spoilers#ross nexomon#coco nexomon#nora nexomon#i adore this game#this group is my new hyperfixation#i can and will make more headcannons in the future#also maybe drawings???#what
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Team Fever, and our Self-Indulgent Puyo Puyo Miraculous AU
More specifically (before anyone raises any pitchforks), an AU in name only. It’s just a “what if the miracle box from miraculous existed in the Puyo world” type thing. You don’t really need much knowledge of Miraculous because we basically changed a lot of the kwamis’ powers and designs anyways.
My pal Greeny ( @greenysoliatre ) has brought up most of the important details in her write up of the AU but a TL;DR is that Sig accidentally finds a peacock broach while looking for bugs and things very quickly get out of hand.
It’s up to our heroes Coccinella and Chat Noire (with an E, noire is feminine while noir is masculine) to put a stop to this craziness, and along the way learn some pretty deep secrets.
Just who are these heroes though? Find out under the “Keep Reading” cut here:
This is Coccinella, Lidelle’s hero identity. A bit of a random pick to give this ladybug miraculous to but trust me it makes sense. Her outfit technically isn���t really the right species but I didn’t want to use red and the bee miraculous isn’t in this AU so shhh. Her shy personality as Lidelle contrasts with the slightly more confident Coccinella, in which her form reveals her horns (although most people think it’s part of the costume anyways). In this form she feels like she’s more able to be herself and, once getting an All Clear, is able to activate her spell “Lucky Charm” and use an item to her advantage. 9 times out of 10 though she doesn’t know what to do with it so she just throws it at whoever the threat is.
Chat Noire (shoutouts to Greeny yet again for her take on the left) is her partner in “crime”, and is also insane enough to fight in heels because you just know Raffina is extra enough to do that. Her hair is designed to resemble the whiskers of a cat, though I also like Greeny’s take too with the hair looking like claws, maybe it’ll change to that once Raffina learns she doesn’t actually have to keep a secret identity (no one else seems to make any effort to, at least...). As Chat Noire Raffina feels like she actually has some kind of power for once, though it still relies on another object similar to her pouch. Upon getting an All Clear she will be able to use the spell “Cataclysm” which grants her the power to destroy an object. She usually ends up misusing this.
It’s just these two for a while, but eventually Amitie and Tarutaru do some sleuthing and end up becoming heroes themselves.
Tarutaru’s a big guy, but he does care a lot about protecting others, hence why he is given the turtle miraculous to become Carapace. I don’t have a lot to say about his design, other than that yeah it’s pretty much like a turtle. He was definitely a fun one to draw because it’s always fun to draw different body types and design cool superhero costumes. When getting an All Clear, he can activate the spell of “Shell-ter”, which is a shield that can protect others from garbage puyo.
And lastly, Oinktimism. Amitie couldn’t come up with anything clever for her name, but she’s fine with it. Much like with Carapace I don’t have much to say about her design, because it is literally just Pigella’s design but with a pig hat. I forgot to put the image of the untransformed Amitie but...come on, you still know it’s her anyways. She’s not exactly the best superhero out there but she tries her best and is always there to keep the team’s spirits high. Upon getting an All Clear, she can use the spell “Gift” which gives the target their deepest desires. Usually, since the opponents are either mindless sentimonsters or random civilians turned into champions (our version of akumas), the gift is pretty inconsequential, but it makes the opponent a little happier.
Together they form...
TEAM FEVER!
There are definitely more characters than just these four, but I wanted to get the hero team out of the way. This has been a fun project Greeny and I have been working on the past few months and it’s been a blast (in the actual story though...things aren’t as fun)
#puyo puyo#lidelle puyo puyo#raffina puyo puyo#tarutaru puyo puyo#amitie puyo puyo#miraculous ladybug#miraculous au
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Happy Birthday Krystal!!!: An EF AU Birthday Fic
This fic is a birthday gift for @kmomof4 who deserves all the gifts and flails, love and hugs possible for this fandom to give!! I am so blessed to know her and be in the same fandom as she is. I hope she’ll enjoy this story (it grew from a drabble I wrote ages ago for a hiatus prompt, and if memory serves, Krystal wanted me to continue). There will be one more part, soon I hope.
Enchanted Forest AU with Princess Emma and Pirate Killian (though not in quite the same way he became one in canon....)
***Also available on AO3 if you prefer***
“The Weight of the Crown (is a Feather on the Waves)”
by: @snowbellewells
“Emma! – That is, your Highness! You cannot be serious! The law clearly states…” but it is here that her disgruntled and rapidly nearing insubordinate advisor, Sir Sydney trails off at the cool, quelling look she cuts him with her sharp jade eyes.
Her Royal Highness Emma Swan, her parents’ only heir and now Queen of Misthaven after their loss mere months ago, is tired of all these sycophants – people surrounding her who may have truly loved and respected her parents, but have none of that trust in her, and think that at barely eighteen she can be easily swayed to their way of seeing things. She has no use for their simpering, their seeming obeisance barely hiding their disapproval any time she takes a step beyond what they deem proper. The intrigues of court and the careful diplomacy needed to navigate it had always made her uncomfortable. Now, though, she has no choice; she must try to take the reins in her parents’ stead and do her best to live up to their legacy, like it or not. But she doesn’t trust the lot of them, any more than they trust her it seems. Especially not with this…
They had brought him before her hours ago now, shackled and tugged between two heavily breathing guards, attesting to just what a struggle he had given them in getting that far. A concerning trickle of blood had run from his hairline, showing they had been none too gentle in accosting him as it was. Still, he stood tall as he was pulled to a stop before her throne - a single one rather than the joined pair on the dais which had always beautifully represented her parents’ partnership in rule, and in all things. How she wished she had a partner to lean on now. When his dark hair was gripped roughly to jerk his head up to meet her gaze, those fathomless blue eyes had caught Emma’s, just as they always had, and she knew that even now he had lost none of the pride and honor he had always possessed. Though so much time had passed since she had seen that clear-eyed look every day and thought he might be that companion.
Breaking unbidden into her thoughts, Lady Bleu, a former nun who came to their court from France after some intrigue which Emma had never been made privy to, speaks up next. Once the governess who had ruled Emma’s nursery with an iron fist and shooed away the kinder maids like Ashley and Nova who would have played with her and been entertaining, affectionate friends, Bleu lays a cool hand on Emma’s wrist, where it sits tensely on the armrest of her throne, and it is all Emma can do not to shrug her off. The woman had been a close confidante of her late mother’s, but Emma has never felt at ease with having the woman foisted on her from birth. Even as a monarch in her own right, the sanctimonious matron is always at her elbow offering advice Emma does not want. “All Sir Sydney means,” Lady Bleu offers in a tone intended to be soothing and placating, but which sets Emma’s teeth on edge and makes her skin crawl, “is that the law is adamant when it comes to piracy of any kind. I know that you suggest a fine and the stripping of both naval title and benefits in a spirit of mercy and remembrance of childhood friendship, nothing more, but leniency here could be read as fatal frailty, and in this time of upheaval, we cannot allow others to think us weak; it will lead to more unrest and worse crimes.”
It is all Emma can do not to roll her eyes so far back in her head that the entire court can see her frustration. Biting the inside of her cheek until she can taste blood, Emma forces herself not to respond until she can say something that is not a direct insult to her elders. “Still, no one was harmed. Nothing of any value was taken,” she reasons, trying to sound as if she is not half as emotionally invested as she is in truth, but merely attempting to be a fair and honorable judge. “It would seem to me that a more thorough investigation – “
“What does it matter if he did anything this time?” her “Uncle Grumpy”, another dear friend of her mother’s who had never quite warmed to Emma in the same way he had to the woman who had borne her, interjects. “We have him in our grasp now. He has certainly done enough in his previous raids to warrant the standard punishment. The man is a brigand, a blackguard…and his death will mean one less pirate to worry about prowling our waters and attacking our shores.”
Emma’s cheeks flush with the high emotion of distress which she must hide. The mere thought of his booted feet dangling in air as the life leaves his body, his neck caught in the hangman’s noose – and at her behest – almost more than she can bear. It is too much, too much to ask of her in royal obligation. But she blinks the panic away, pulling the calm, regal mask she wears in public down over her face. She must play this next part convincingly for him to have a chance at survival, and therefore for her own heart to keep beating unscathed. A plan is hatching in her mind, but she gives no indication of her racing thoughts. Lowering her eyes demurely, Emma feigns exhausted acquiescence and devotion to duty, nodding shortly as if she finally accepts their wise guidance. They have been debating the matter since high noon when he was brought before her in chains, dragged down the aisle to her throne and forced to his knees at her feet by her personal guard – young men he had once played at sword fighting with long ago when they were all younger, they pages and he a stable boy.
“Very well,” she murmurs quietly but clearly, making sure that those assembled hear every word. All depends on them believing in her resolve at this juncture; none can suspect what she truly intends. “It will be as you say. His sentence is to be carried out at dawn, according to the letter of our law. Now, leave me.” The last is utterly firmly, brooking no further discussion, and wisely none of those assembled dares speak to her again.
Shaking their heads and murmuring to themselves about why there should have been any question, her various councilors and advisors file from the room, overall seeming pleased that their young regent has finally seen the sense in their words. Emma is alone in the large throne room at last. Turning her eyes heavenward, where she trusts her parents – more fit rulers than she had ever hoped to be – will understand. “I am sorry,” she whispers brokenly before she steels her spine and determination overtakes over her form as she adds, “but please give me strength.”
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It is in the true dark watch of the night that Queen Emma, feeling very small and like the orphaned, often uncertain princess she truly is, slips undetected from her opulent bedchamber and through the castle she has lived in since birth, knowing exactly the path she must take to alert no one and remain unseen. Winding her way swiftly and silently down staircases and through empty halls, she finally makes her way to the dungeons without anyone being the wiser.
Quickly sending a burst of magic at the two guards posted in the entry of the dungeons, and another at the one who stands outside the condemned pirate’s cell, they never know what hit them and cannot tell anyone who questions them later. Her parents had always fearfully cautioned her to keep her magic secret, and so the secret had died with them; the only other person who had ever known of that part of her is the man she is here to save.
A pale beam of moonlight slants through the high window into his cell, half-illuminating his ruggedly handsome face and making his blue eyes sparkle where he reclines on the rude cot in the corner. At hearing her light, hurried footsteps, his head jerks up, and upon seeing her, he sucks in an audible gasp of breath. “Swan!” he exclaims in a shocked whisper. “You cannot be here, Lass!”
He is on his feet and standing at the front of his cell, mere inches from her now, where she has pulled to a sudden stop. It is closer than they have been in years - years that she had spent wondering where he was, if he was well, if he still lived and if he would ever return. His chest heaves with agitated breaths, and his right hand clutches the bars in a tight grip as he readies himself to argue with her further.
They have no time for that.
“You idiot!” she hisses back at him, not bothering with trying to swipe the keys from the ring on the guard’s belt, but instead waving her hand impatiently at the lock on the cell door, allowing it to swing open and him to rush forward and sweep her into his arms. “Where else would I be?” she finishes, her voice slightly muffled against his shoulder where he presses her close.
“You’ve decreed my death on the morn for piracy, your Majesty,” he reminds her wryly, the gentle way he smooths his strong hand over her soft hair and down her back belying the somewhat accusatory words. “Do you not think some might find you visiting me in the night and freeing me from my cell a bit scandalous?”
“Enough!” she orders, a bit of her royal upbringing creeping back into her tone. Her tone and bearing effectively cut him off, even as she clutches his hand in hers, gentling the harsh words with the action. She will drag him out after her if necessary, and they can argue about her recklessness and irresponsibility later… once he is safe.
However, Killian Jones – her friend, the man who somewhere along the way she secretly began to love, the man who had proudly served in her father’s Navy with his older brother, who had only turned pirate to pursue the crooked commander who had ordered his brother’s death and had evaded her father’s detection – does not budge. His hand pulls her back. “What are you thinking, Swan?” he asks, once more using his childhood nickname for her. “You cannot risk being implicated with me. Your country needs you, and I…I will not see you punished alongside me for my crimes.”
“What crimes?” she whispers, her lips trembling with emotion, but her voice managing to remain steady as she takes in his dear, handsome face. There is a scar high on his cheek, long healed but which has never seen before. Tentatively, she reaches up to brush her fingers over it, as if to soothe a pain which had long since faded, and he closes his eyes to savor her touch. “We both know you are not the criminal they all claim. You have encountered more honor among your crew of so-called thieves and pirates than you did among your commanding officers or I have among my own inner circle. If only my parents had died before we could prove it…”
“While that may be the truth, Love,” a bit of the rogue most believed him to be showing in his words and a small, sad smile tugging at one corner of his full lips, “I do not think most will see it that way. If you were hurt or shamed because of loyalty to me, that would wound me more than any punishment they could mete out.”
She turns, allowing herself a moment of weakness to mourn all that could have been, all that she will miss before turning to face him with firm resolve. “You should have thought about that before you returned. I will not see you hanged come morning – not when I am able to stop it.”
He swallows hard, some emotion Emma cannot quite fathom swimming in his deep blue gaze. “I had to come, Lass. You had just lost both your parents. When I received word…”
But Emma shakes her head, snapping back to the task at hand, knowing the time for them to work out everything else is when they are on his ship and safely away from here. “Not now, Killian. Trust me. I know what I am doing, and I deem it worth the risk. Just follow me. That is an order…from your Queen.”
A sardonic smile quirks one side of his mouth, but he does not argue with her again, nor hesitate any further, merely dips his head in a short nod and murmurs, “As you wish, Milady.”
Hand in hand they steal from her palace, leaving behind the birthright that she cannot stand to carry alone any longer, not if the price to keep it is the life of the only person who has ever truly known and understood her. When the large bells clang their distress signal with the dawn, alerting the castle and the surrounding city of the escaped prisoner and missing queen, they are already far out to sea in his ship – beyond hearing, beyond capture.
As the new day dawns sparkling on the ocean, Emma feels exhilarated by the rise and fall of each cresting wave. She is no longer Queen, but freer than she has ever been…and reunited with the man she loves. She has given up her crown but preserved her soul.
Tagging a few others who might enjoy: @searchingwardrobes @jennjenn615 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @laschatzi @apiratewhopines @jrob64 @elizabeethan @the-darkdragonfly @xsajx @anmylica @sotangledupinit @donteattheappleshook @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @tiganasummertree @optomisticgirl @winterbaby89 @wefoundloveunderthelight @cosette141
#birthday ff#gift for @kmomof4#cs Enchanted Forest au#the weight of the crown (is a feather on the waves)#princess emma#pirate killian
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MI7 spoilers (my long rant)
extremely religious takes on the enemy lmao. i think because i'm a sucker for tech being used in spy movies that the airport scene was my favourite. 1. ethan not being found through the cctv- what a fun intro! 2. benji with the bomb- nice to see him do something...( i mean you made me think him running in the airport trailer scene was important 🙄)
IMF team: luther talked more than he has in other movies and i demand more. thanks. i kinda wish they'd use the team more ig. because they are literal field agents so they can fight? i hope? and the whole train scene benji was just gone like waiting thinking "wow he should be here by now" like LET HIM DO SOMETHING!!!
the fact that the entity has control over lots of techy stuff so benji n luther cant really do much??? makes me sad. like let them talk to each other :( i like the gadgets. i liked the little banter luther n benji had.
lastly- the scene where ethan jumps off the cliff- only women are in his flashbacks?? like i thought we'd established the IMF team as his. family lowkey y'know. it was just like okay...
in venice: white widow wasnt bad i guess. the benji dupe voice- love how it played on ethan's loyalty! i think it showed well how dangerous the enemy was- but for some reason i'm still more afraid of the past villain- lane, due to the many examples and horrors he's actually committed. ig im not into the blue ai enemy.
grace: my one thing is that i get that she might have had to be brought into the team to be safe BUT compared to ilsa, she is a pickpocket. a crime commiter at best. she is not at the level of a field agent (unless plot armour??) . not much fighting skills. to me she's kinda a liability. not to mention her constantly running away like. i was endeared to her at the airport because of her confidence. i get that maybe she becomes aware of the world-threatening shitshow she's been dragged into unwillingly but still. idk if she's cut out for the job. compared to ilsa a literal ex-agent with ties to MI6. even on the goddamn train she didnt really trust ethan YOU almost DIED?! if not for the plot armour of ethan parachuting into the carriage. girl literally almost killed him by handcuffing him to the car like very funny he just saved your life. literally not trusting ethan on the piano scene What? i dont care thats shes a orphan you've literallly been through so much. with ethan.
one second she's like not able to do much besides throwing a key around. on the other hand she can fight knife to knife with a super skilled killer (gabriel) like what? a citizen thrown into stuff out of her league-driving a car (she cant) playing a good white widow (id forgive her for never doing this ever) and the train (ok thats fine) like i just dont see the value of her being in the team besides being able to play. a woman? which im sure the og team could do to be honest. . can grace shoot a gun?
btw i feel like her relationship w/ ethan moves so fast?
grace: i dont trust you. i will let the police capture you. you saved my life but im still running!! i messed your plans up (sorry)
ethan:( holds her face) my life is worth less than yours.
What is this intimacy??affection idk closeness? i know ethan is a loyal guy but???
villain: dark messiah. death as a gift. ghost. ai. gabriel (angel wow) i love more religious imagery. the flashback was like a decent window into ethan lore BEFORE imf (oooo) but i just dont really get what gabriel wants? the entity is messing shit up already. and gabriel seems to already work with it (comms faked in venice) i assume that ethan is a variable the entity needs to eliminate but just kill him? hahaha? gabriel probably likes seeing ethan suffer but compared to lane's stuff i'm not really. amused. (ethan literally has nightmares about lane)
also paris i didnt even know if they ever said her name? she was angry and dressed up and had some rabid dog scenes (like go girl) but i hope she does more in the next part! like the part where she holds up ethan and grace with a stab wound (woah. strong)
other stuff: the dutch angles being used in like 50% of the shots like CALM DOWN i love the mi:1 references but were they always so disorieting maybe im just getting old
the scenes? ilsa dies and ethan looks a bit distressed. the scene where they're hugging was so like woah okay but felt really like. shoved in there like. Okay yeah something bad is gonna happen to her 😭😭
in the end, rogue nation + ghost protocol are still my #1s. characters like brandt and ilsa had really interesting backgrounds and fit into the IMF team easily- the films centering around their teamwork is why i got so into MI in the first place. grace doesn't offer any like addition i dont think she can even bicker with the team for funsies (like brandt/ilsa) . she's not cool shes a poor girl that didnt know what she was getting into 😭
things i did like:
action scenes. awesome((besides the lack of luther and benji there)) ilsa being awesome in the desert
the cinematography (beautiful. as always.)
everyone in suits ( lawyer ethan. benji. )
thanks for reading and feel free to yell at me about your thoughts!!!!!
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Camila Navarro for @coatedinhoney ‘s First Dates!
Young adult | Spanish Music Star
Dance Machine | Outgoing | Hot-headed
Private Download~
(small warning for backstory below, involves wrongful (but not violent) detainment by law enforcement)
Camila Navarro’s reputation in the public eye has been... complicated, to say the least.
Her upbringing was relatively normal. Camila’s youth was spent on the beach, running around with her cousins and siblings, putting on grand talent shows with other kids wherein handstands and knock knock jokes deserved the most uproarious applause. Her parents worked hard and generally, life was fine. Kids don’t really know the difference between lower class and middle class anyway.
Camila was fifteen when an older cousin was wrongfully detained by law enforcement. It was said that he matched the description of a carjacker in the area, but when pressed on the description, they refused to elaborate. The Navarro family sat in the courtroom watching as witness after witness lied on the stand and, in the end, the boy was found guilty of a crime he could not have committed.
Camila Navarro was always described as a nice girl, but a bit loud. She laughed too loudly, sang in the halls, sat in detention more than a few times for refusing to change out of attire that was ‘distracting to the boys’ at the height of summer. Nice, but loud. And after her cousin’s trial, she only got louder. She gained Simstagram fame after a video of her giving an impassioned speech outside the court following her cousin’s sentencing went viral.
She became a young civil liberty activist. Where there was injustice, Camila Navarro was sure to follow. She earned her pre-law degree right out of secondary school and planned to pursue law school when her mother passed away.
Nice, but loud - to everyone except, perhaps, her mother. Maria cherished her children and in her heart, Camila’s true gifting to the world was her musical talent. She’d been singing since she was young but never pursued a career in it, a shame her mother lamented until her passing. So, it was for her mother that she wrote, performed and produced her first song, Diamante.
What followed was the start of her controversial rise to fame. Camila was praised in her hometown, but thought of in many other towns to be little more than a trouble-maker, a shit-disturber. She took every opportunity in the public eye to speak out about injustice and push for change. It was as common to see Camila on the red carpet as it was to find her sitting in on city hall council meetings.
A Del Sol pariah, only recently did Camila get a manager and now, her public image is their greatest concern. Considering her storied past with law enforcement, a dating show where the bachelor is a detective might seem like the worst idea. But agents are tricky; if it isn’t a nightmare, the potential for good press for the Reyes family *and* Camila Navarro is strong, if she doesn’t mess it up.
And even if she does, at least it’ll be good television.
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Camila is a celebrity black sheep at best. Most of her public appearances involve her being outspoken, and the general public has taken her to be little more than that. But she’s also well-educated, a pre-law student, and passionate. Angry, sometimes, but who isn’t angered by injustice? Outside of the public eye she’s a fairly easy person to get along with, quick to crack a joke or smile. She’s an extrovert, so she doesn’t crumble when meeting people or interacting in groups. She loves to dance and music in her beat-up jeep is always max volume. Camila is assertive, which can be intimidating, but she’s rarely mean. Confident, no-nonsense, but not cruel. Most of the money she makes from her music goes to charity or supporting legal fees for the wrongfully-accused, though she does ferret some of it away to pay her bills and perhaps one day go back to law school.
But for the moment, she’s having fun. She’s using her voice to change the world, and it feels like as good a tribute to her mother as she could want.
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I know you’re on a roll with Zelle but how is Barbeus?? I just have a massive soft spot for big grouchy boys and I am thirsting for more about him. Like, how would he come to meet a significant other? If someone were to crack his shell and get his affection what would it be like? Sorry if that doesn’t make sense I’m sleep deprived lol
Oh my gosh, you are totally fine and it does makes sense! Please get some sleep if you can ahhhh dkdjdidjssk
I think Barbie is actually the most popular of the brothers besides Oren, grumpy business man is loved. x//Dc
In my two previous shorts I did try my best to line up a good way to talk to him! I think that's kind of the hardest part because dang he is a busy man. He is a well known workaholic, he's passionate about his city, and wants it to be a safe place.
"Where da hell did all dis crime come from?!"
If he could he would go around and make sure to root out every last one of the crooks in it- but since his hands are tied with management-- that's what JB does ahah (And Valentine, but that's not her job and her sense of passionate justice makes Barbie wish he had hair he could tear out. Damn woman keeps putting herself in danger skzkskzksi) =33
But anyway-- now you're stuck dealing with him one on one every day, in his company. :'D Which also means you'll end up dealing with Val and Jitterbug too. Which will help because those two are the closest folk to him. The people he does consider to be his friends. Even if he bickers endlessly with Val and she exasperates him, he cares about her safety. And does go to her for advice every once in a blue moon. He would immediately regret going for love advice though-- because as soon as she fINDS OUT- she would be so excited he would probably flush bright green and end the call immediately.
"N-nevermind dammit! I changed my mind-- I ain't askin for no damn, advice!!"
As my friend Mere says often, Poor Barbie. x///D
He hasn't had much luck in the love life department- because he is known for having power and money so ahhh yeah you know, some people would want to exploit that.
The good thing is, is that the demon brothers all have a knack for being able to somewhat read the intentions of others. Since they are all really powerful creatures.
So that would really be a game changer to not sense the intent of wanting to use him radiating off of someone.
It would be new, and it would be nice.
He is a bit shy under the grumpy exterior, and is used to Zelle and Deimos poking fun at him for being grumpy and super serious. Or when he goofs and lets his temper get the best of him. So he is a bit prickly at first towards jokes, or being teased.
It would take a bit of work for him to accept loving teasing, he still would squint at you and act grumpy. But he wouldn't take it personally, and might actually blush if you knew him better and wanted to be playful / flirty.
Relationship wise, he definately has more than enough means that if you needed/wanted something he can easily get it for you. But he wouldn't want any kind of compensation for it. His secret love language is gift giving and it would make him uneasy for a sign of love to be made transactional.
That's also going down a path that he was trying avoid with other people who have sought his attention so ahhhhhh nope! No sugar daddying from this guy!
But it also brings up the questions of how you would personally handle him opening up and being sweet with you (still grumpy of course hehe)
He would fight you on paying him back, or doing something as thanks, so you gotta be sneaky about it-- cuz sweet Barbie is best Barbie and he does deserve having love returned.
The man loves his sweets, cheesecake especially, and actually! It not that hard to make! So making that from scratch-- oh man he would begrudgingly have to accept that. 👀
And be grumpily blushie about it later.
It would be a hard role to be in! Because this guy really, can get whatever he wants when he wants! There's not much you could do that he already can get himself, and he is extremely independant.
I would say acts of service and words of affirmation, would be really, something that you could give that he would honestly appreciate a lot, even in the beginning of working with you.
Even just checking up on him, asking if he wants a refill of his coffee. Making sure he eats something-- Because he has a tendency to skip meals. Checking in on him in little ways and being kind.
He probably would turn you down 70% of the time-- so at some point you might just have to not ask if he wants something and just bring it to him anyway x//D
Thoughtful acts are well recieved. He'd be taken aback at first, because honestly his brain is usually so filled up with everyone and everything else, his own needs tend to be put on the back burner.
(Please eat Barbie, coffee is not a sustainable source of food sir zksksisokzks)
He respects honesty, and hard working folk the most. And showing that hey, you aren't going to rely on him for every little thing, or even doing something silly like, buying him chocolates as a sign of affection.
He would huff and puff about it, worry about your money at buying him a gift. Gently scold you, since he literally can afford a n y t h i n g-- but you know what Barbie-- Sometimes you are just gonna have to accept gifts back whether you like it or not! Some of us like gift giving too! >3< )9
I would say food / sweets is probably the best type of gift you can give him-- because I'll be honest ^^; ) He does have expensive taste for certain things, he likes his suits and ties, and as well as looking nice he wants to be comfortable. He stuck in his office all day, he wants to at least be comfortable ahhhhh
Another thing, which would be really, really sweet, a bit tough to do becuase he is a big guy, is give him a neck massage. He sits hunched over for long periods of time, and he's tense! That tenseness gets into your neck and shoulders without you even realizing it!
He would honestly really love that, and be super flustered that you offered. That would be much later down the line though! Where he would be comfy being more in close proximity with ya!
( *´∇`* )
He probably also can give you one hell of a massage too (pun hehe) because he has a very lovely pair of strong hands.
Barbie in a steadfast romantic relationship is a cuddlebug. Quietly soaking in a much time as he gets to have sharing closeness with you.
He loves his sweetie, and typically he lets his actions talk louder than words. Taking you out to dinner or buying you gifts.
But he would call you baby, doll, or sweetheart, a small sampling of some of pet names he would use to refer his sweetie by.
Kid / Kiddo -> If he's exasperated with you
and
Minx -> If you are being an extra mischevious gremlin x///D
That being said, Barbie does have a small pervy, teasing streak to him, that shows up when he's in love. Especially if you enjoy teasing him and giggle at him when he grumpy. He is going to get back at you eventually!
The day when he's like- "Ya think you're so damn funny, don't cha??" And he picks you up. . . you're in trouble♡ 8//3c
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I hope that helped paint a clearer picture for you hun! (o´▽`o) I am glad you like my grumpy boss man and interested in my ocs! Barbie has a lot of depth to him, he is very beloved to me.
#floofyrambles#floofyocs#floofyasks#Can you tell Barbeus is one of my comfort characters? 👉👈#super long ramble#sorry guys
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Alchemist Au
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Giovanni gets sent back in time, dying in his sleep after being released from Fate in the "main" timeline, to before he started his superhero career - back to the late 90s.
He decides to become a hero, but to keep the mask and wear something a little less expensive in his escapades - a two piece made of gold colored kevlar (on his chest) and black jevlar (the rest - but not triple weave, he doesn't have that kind of money) and a faded yellow scarf with matching faded yellow gloves that stretched up his forearms to his elbows. His costume has an emerald lion embroidered on the chest and the sun on his back, and black army stomper boots taking a few more cues from Batman and having a utility belt of sorts - with potions and other magic related items hanging off it in case he needs them. He becomes known as "Chemist" for his motif.
He, using his knowledge of the future, tells Sindella everything. About her cancer and death and it just BREAKS him.
At first, Sindella thinks her husband has lost it - his insistence on a costume was he first clue but this was actually alarming, she's a doctor, she should recognize the signs in herself, she's fine - but she decides to get checked out because her mother's side of the family had a history of cancer so it should be looked into. And yup, she has it. Luckily they caught it early so treatment could begin. During a later treatment, she has an out of body experience where she is brought before the Lords of Order who tell her everything and unlock her sealed away magic powers because the Earth is without Order and Sindella is considered the perfect candidate because she is technically of Order and Mortal. And she can keep her husband in line with what he knows of the future.
She tells Giovanni everything, after she is discharged from the hospital. Was Giovanni shocked? Well, yes. But he should have expected it, given his family tended to attract magic users. Speaking of - the family meets Kent, when Sindella is in remission for her cancer, so he's actually a big help.
Giovanni, while respecting Kent's words, is wise to the undertones now. He won't say anything negative to or about the man, but given how things turned out.. it's best he shuts his mouth.
Zatanna is put into public school (not a private religious school this time, nah) - she still has to wear a uniform, look Giovanni only knows so much alright?
Does he share this knowledge with the League? He does.. but they don't often believe him - they often make fun of him for it (Barry, Oliver, Hal, looking at you). Diana believes he has the gift of Prophecy, like the God Apollo. Giovanni, while flattered, does let her know he doesn't as he doesn't know everything. Batman is skeptical of him and thinks him to be a threat and will always second guess his judgement
He does let Zatanna patrol New York with him, and stop crime At A Distance, and talks to Sindella about asking Black Canary for training lessons she can give to Zatanna. She agrees, as she wants to get to know the woman more.
Soon Zatanna starts her lessons with Dinah and the rest of the Team. She wears a costume like her dad, but is given a mask from Robin after a few missions and saying that the mask makes her feel like it's squeezing her head (it's the medulla jewel) and she recolors it and the rest of her costume to dark purple with her dad's help - he is more supportive of her decisions this time around (being overprotective is SO last half century) but always tells her to call him if she feels like she's in over her head to which she agrees
Sindella and Giovanni become friends with Artemis' mother Paula and Barry's wife Iris. Sindella also becomes friends with Diana, Shayera (Hawkwoman), Mr. and Mrs. Kent and Lois
Khalid's parents, Muhammed and Jane, love Sindella and Zatanna - Giovanni? Not so much, but at least they are all cordial
As Giovanni reads more of his family books - Shadow Crest being hidden in the forest of Gotham at the time - he learns more magic and the sciences his ancestors were involved in and lives up to his superhero name
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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS
What's the lie your character says most often?
“I’m fine.”
How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'?
Everyone is Nix’s friend until they cross her.
How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?
She keeps her true emotions pretty close to the vest.
What's a hobby they used to have that they miss?
Riding their chariot across the night sky
Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?
No, Nix doesn’t cry. Period.
What's their favorite dessert that they've never recommended to anyone before?
Ambrosia, unless you want to be stuck on Mt. Olympus!!
What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?
Me – “Yo, Nix bitch!!”, romantic partner – “My everlasting love”
How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?
“Love ya” is dropped all the time, but “I love you” is reserved for the special few.
Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?
Tough love, both given and received.
What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?
That they can teach you how to knit!!
If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?
Ask which God is truly afraid of them?
What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!
Whenever Zeus gets rejected.
When do they fake a smile? How often?
Honestly, during most interactions. Depression is a bitch.
How do they put out a candle?
Pinch it out.
What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they're alone?
Home(alone) – quiet, withdrawn; Work – engaged, happy; Friends – what friends?, Nix has acquaintances
What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?
The odd customer that has risen to her notice for being a nuisance.
What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?
She notices her eyes, they’re not as they used to be…; People notice her black as night hair.
Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?
Nix loves her children unconditionally.
What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they've been avoiding?
Pretend like they haven’t been avoiding this person.
Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don't like the person?
Like as a person – Dionysus(the hangovers were a bitch); Like their work – Apollo(he was a little too full of himself)
What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
Elders “deserve” respect, no
What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
Sleep, Nix doesn’t sleep.
What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?
All the times they’ve almost let the Night go.
Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?
Yes, lemon thumbprint
What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?
Ancient Scottish History
How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?
Sad, but understand it was probably for a good reason.
What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?
A book on beginners knitting, “thank you” with a strained smile
What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?
Tell people – more yarn; Actually want – to be happy
How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?
Let’s them live in their delusion, Nix doesn’t need to lie.
When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?
Personal guilt will eat at her while she’ll get over professional guilt.
When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?
When she couldn’t help someone in need.
If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?
Theft – free yarn
How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?
A curt smile
How do they greet someone they like / love?
A warm smile and cheek caress
What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?
To use her powers on humans.
Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?
They have employees they pay very well, thank you very much.
What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?
They have to have a serious romantic partner first.
What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Spending time with her BOB. Why? Because she’s a lady, obviously!!
Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?
Excluded if not wanted.
How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?
They squeeze to an appropriate handshake level; Are you not squeezing because I’m a woman?
What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?
She gains the mannerisms from every new town she moves to.
If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
Why the Greek Pantheon Needs Feminism.
What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?
Everything is of Chaos and there is no point to anything.
What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?
Latin, closest language to Greek
What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?
Sunny days
Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?
Listener, when she gets to talk about something she’s passionate about.
Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?
Nix has lived for eons, she couldn’t say how many people she’s forgotten.
Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?
Her children, She would do anything for them.
Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?
Yes
What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?
She would be fine with wiping out humanity.
What’s a phrase they say a lot?
“I’m fine”
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Has learned to wait for the facts as acting on emotions can have detrimental consequences.
Who would / do they believe without question?
Her children
What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?
Fight
What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?
Selling the yarn in their shop.
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Haunt the Bodies is an upcoming small town horror about grief, family and reclaiming what was lost. This story is 18+ and not for minors, as it will discuss topics such as: Body horror, trauma, death, mental illness, self harm and other mature themes. The demo does not have a set release date and is early in it’s development.
MAIN CAST || STORY PLAYLIST || DISCORD
Born in Seward, Alaska, you never expected much more out of this idyllic little fishing town. Close to Kenai National Forest and hugged by a mountain, the town left you wanting for nothing.
Not until you died.
It has been three years since your passing. A tragic car accident that only spared your little sister. But something didn’t want to leave you to rest. Strangely brought back to life, you now have to navigate a life picking up the pieces of the wreckage that destroyed your family. You know you have to be there for your sister, even if she doesn’t recognize you.
Your resurrection isn’t the only odd thing happening in this town; claims of miracles and blessings from the church. And you - their one true sign that God has blessed your little town. You can’t help but feel theres something darker lurking.
Whether you see your second chance as a curse or a gift, some will decide for you. People are watching, and you can never really tell who’s wary and who’s devout.
Freedom to create a protagonist of your design: Gender, sexuality, pronoun options and more will be available.
Take care of your little sister, Riley, trying to remake your family or let her remain a stranger - she's like nine so its fine, not much of you to remember.
Figure out what is happening to your town; mysteries and questions abound!
Interact with an array of characters, including the option to pursue romances with several of them or just be bros. Or not even bros you can be a bitch.
Deal with the local church - Are you a follower, or do you find this worship a little creepy?
Figure out how to convince your local authorities you're back from the dead. Have fun with that one.
Aman Kazemi [He/Him]
The Best Friend
Dependable and strong, you've always known Aman has your back. You met in middle school, becoming best friends almost instantly. However, the last few years you've caught him staring a little too often to be platonic. Standing at 6'4" and made mostly of pure muscle, he's always been daunting in appearance. Short black hair and black eyes compliment his warm skin tone, he usually wears a short beard.
Avery Byrd [Gender Selectable]
The Outcast
You and Avery have never gotten along. They are crass, snarky and rude to most who get within their space. They are known for having a history of violence and petty crime; but is that really all there is to them? They stand at a reasonable 5'8" with an average build. Light brown eyes compliment their russet red hair, which is kept to their jaw regardless of gender.
Sloan Lowlry [Any Pronouns]
The Prophet's Child
Sloan is the single child to the local priest. They are a bubbly individual, kind to those they meet. She seems to have a special interest with you though, and you aren't sure if its the same curiosity her father holds or something else. She stands at 5'5" with a thin build. Blue black hair that frames her face and black eyes stand out against her pale complexion.
Mason Solarin [He/They]
The Wildlife Ranger
You aren't sure what it is about you that caught Mason's attention; but you seem to run into them too often for it to be a coincidence. Standing at an impressive 6'2", Mason always has a smile. With warm brown skin and light brown eyes, Mason keeps his black hair in a fade cut close to the scalp.
Charlie Montgomery [She/They]
The Sister
One of the twins, a pair of siblings have recently opened up a local bar. You haven't officially met her; but something about her is magnetic. Standing at a tall 6’0”, she almost beats her brother in height. With long blond hair and light blue eyes, she is quite the sight.
Carson Montgomery [He/Him]
The Brother
The other half of the twins. Somehow, he feels familiar, nostalgic. His voice always feels like a lullaby, a calm that's not your own. Pretty blue eyes and sandy blond hair cut short, you can see the resemblance between the twins. He stands at 6'0" with an athletic build.
#interactive fiction#twine game#twine if#interactive novels#haunt the bodies#haunt the bodies if#I had to remake this whole account lmao
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 13: ...O-OH?
it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.
─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)
─── soc. media + written fiction!
─── word count: 6.1k oops
─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno
author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots
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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.
No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.
The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”
Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”
Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.
There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.
“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.
More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.
Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.
Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.
“Hey, dude!”
“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”
“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.
“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.
“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”
-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.
“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.
“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”
“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”
“Of course, baby.” You purr.
There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...
“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.
“You know it!”
“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”
“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”
“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”
“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.
its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me
ikr she looks ready to join the monastery
each day we stray closer to gods light???
Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.
The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”
“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.
“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?
One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.
Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”
Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”
“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”
“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”
“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.
“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.
“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”
“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”
corpse stop acting weird challenge
literally omg lmao
he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!
^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi
“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”
“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.
Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.
“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.
“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”
You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.
With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.
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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.
The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.
worried about this dynamic
its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz
Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.
“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”
“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.
“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.
“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”
You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.
“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”
You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”
“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”
“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”
“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.
“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.
“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.
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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.
You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.
Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.
Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.
“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”
People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.
“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.
flame him
corpse boutta be a corpse fr
beat his ass queen!!!!!
“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”
“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”
“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”
“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”
“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.
“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”
“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”
“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”
“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.
“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”
The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”
“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.
“It’s Y/n.”
“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”
There’s a pause full of tense silence.
Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”
“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”
“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.
“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.
“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.
“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.
You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”
“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”
“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”
“No, wait-”
“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.
“Y/n, please-”
“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.
“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.
“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.
“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”
“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”
Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.
20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”
Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.
Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!
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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.
Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.
Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.
It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.
“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”
“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”
“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”
Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.
It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.
The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.
“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”
“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”
“Maybe Momo?”
“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”
You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.
“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”
“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”
“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.
“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.
Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.
now she notices
snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour
corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it
opening wattpad rn^
Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.
“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”
Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.
“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”
“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.
“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”
If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.
why is that kinda hot tho omg
didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do
y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao
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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.
“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.
“Hm?”
“Was talking to the roaches.”
“What are they saying?”
“That I should betray you.”
“...Better not.”
A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”
“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”
“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!
“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”
You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”
“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”
You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”
“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.
“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”
You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”
He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”
Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”
“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”
“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”
It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.
y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge
making fanart of this omg her face
its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!
^she cant, it lives there
“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”
“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”
“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.
Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”
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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.
“Baby, you know what to do.”
The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”
“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”
“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”
“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.
“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”
“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.
“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”
You’re silent for a moment.
“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.
A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.
The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.
Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.
“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”
“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”
“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”
“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”
“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”
yeah he would be lmao
mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n
rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels
As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.
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