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Painting a picture of the history of Filipino Tattoos

A photo of tattooed Filipino men posted on BBC and accredited to Joe Ash

Tattoos are often seen as integral cultural symbols in my different societies whether it be seen as something honorable or dishonorable. Even in the most straight-laced cultures, a tattoo acts as a mark of some form of the person's history and their standing in their communities as well as how people perceive them.

In a lot of modern cultures, the tattoo often have negative connotations, often associated with delinquency or criminal activity. Historically, however, they may have grander and more honorable significance in different societies. The communities that had existed in the Philippines prior to contact with Spain fits this similar pattern.

Before I start

As usual, the Philippines is a diverse country that has different traditions and histories that come from different ethnic groups and states, only being first unified under a government by colonization. Because of this, this post will only be able to cover parts of this culture and may not be able to fully encompass all Filipino traditions, practices, and beliefs about tattoos.

This is also given the fact that more specific information may be harder to come across or may not exist at all in a space I could easily access.

That being said, the general term for Filipino traditional (both precolonial and current) tattoo practices is batok, batik, patik, or patek depending on language or culture. It is also known as buri or burik in several other groups and languages. This word, however, isn't often used for typical tattooing in most modern communities.

The History

From a general understanding of a lot of precolonial Southeast Asian cultures, it can be assumed that precolonial Filipino societies heavily valued tattoos as their neighboring maritime SEAsian countries also had prior to the introduction of Abrahamic religions to the region which often discouraged or even forbade tattooing the skin.

Although this can be assumed, there were no known precolonial description nor record of these tattoos during the actual time period before Spanish contact. There is evidence found in some burial sites however, as discussed by social anthropologist Salvador-Amores in her paper The Recontextualization of Burik (Traditional Tattoos) of Kabayan Mummies in Benguet to Contemporary Practice (2012). In the paper, she focuses a section on the history of burik by explaining the Kabayan Mummies or the Fire Mummies of Benguet, Mountain Province.

An image of one of the Kabayan Mummies uploaded by Dario Piombino-Miscali on ResearchGate.net

These remains had been dated back to the 13th century and are associated with the Ibaloi, an indigenous ethnic group from Mountain Province found in the northern parts of the island of Luzon. This does confirm that tattooing had been important to the people who had lived in this area during this time period as, in Salvador-Amores's paper, it can be noted that the tattooed mummies seem to be prominent with the adults.

I do have to note that the Ibaloi people, who are part of the larger Igorot ethnic group, were not fully colonized by the Spaniards and therefore does not share the similar Hispanic culture and history that a lot of Filipino groups have. They had only fully been integrated into the Philippines during the American colonial period where they and the other Igorots had been properly colonized by American and placed under the rule of the American-controlled Filipino government. (x)

Regardless, this does show that at least some cultures in the archipelago held tattoos with high importance and did not consider them as something negative compared to the modern perception of tattoos.

The first known illustration of tattooed Filipinos, however, was first seen in the Boxer Codex (circa 1590) during the early Spanish colonial period, written and illustrated by an unknown author.

A page from the Boxer Codex (circa 1590), author uknown

This illustration seems to be that of the specific ethnolinguistic group, the Visayans as this page is next to another one labeled as "Biſſaya", a likely earlier spelling of Bisaya that uses the long s (ſ). This aligns with the description given as early as Antonio Pigaffatta, Ferdinand Magellan's chronicler, who consistently describes the Visayans that he has met as painted in his account of their arrival in the islands back in 1521.

The book The Philippine Islands 1493-1898 Vol. XII has compiled different first-hand and second-hand sources about the Philippines during the 15th through 19th century, with Vol. XII focusing on the early 17th century which aligns closely to the Boxer Codex. Within the text, there are several mentions of the "Pintados" or the Painted ones, even having an entire province be called the "province of Pintados".

It isn't made clear who the Pintados are besides the fact that they seem to be hostile towards the Spanish colonizers and had often fought battles with one of the letters even claiming that they had poisoned one of the Spaniards. It isn't until we reach the last part of the compilation which features Pedro Chirino's Relacion de las Yslas Filipinas which I had a hard time finding before but had now found a free and accessible copy. Within Chirino's writing, he explains that the Pintados seem to be a name given by the Spaniards to the Bisayans and further explains it as such:

"The people of the Bisayas are called the Pintados, because they are actually adorned with pictures --not because this is natural to them, although they are well built, of pleasing countenance, and white; but because they adorn their bodies with figures from head to foot, when they are young and have sufficient strength and energy to suffer the torment of the tattooing; and formerly they tattooed themselves when they had performed some act of valor."

Chirino even gives an explanation as to how precolonial Visayans tattooed their skin:

They tattoo themselves by pricking the skin until the blood comes, with sharp, delicate points, according to designs and lines which are first drawn by those who practice this art; and upon this freshly-bleeding surface they apply a black powder, which is never effaced. They do not tattoo the body all at the same time, but by degrees, so that the process often lasts a long time; in ancient times, for each part which was to be tattooed the person must perform some new act of bravery or valiant deed

It is notable, however, that not only did the Spanish not mention any tattoos on other Filipino groups such as the Tagalogs, but a lot of the illustrations in the Boxer Codex do not sport any tattoos at all which makes it confusing as to when had tattoos faded out of cultural significance in these other communities, likely even before Spanish contact.

Lane Wilcken, a researcher who studies the history of tattoos from the Philippines and the Pacific Islands, writes in his book Filipino Tattoos: Ancient to Modern (2010) that it may be possible that the Tagalogs may had lost their tattooing traditions shortly before Spanish contact during the recent islamization of their communities circa 1500 which was and specifically in the polity of Maynila. This may also be the case for the Moros which is a muslim ethnolinguistic group found in the island of Mindanao.

Either way. tattoos became more scarce within Filipino records after the arrival of the Spanish and the introduction of Christianity to the islands, save for some indigenous groups that were not fully colonized by Span like previously mentioned Igorot people.

Because of the spread and dominance of Christian and Islamic customs throughout the country, Batok, as it originally was, was lost to time with the lack of existing artists and cultural relevance tattoos. Tattoos didn't come back to the Filipino mainstream until modern tattoos became more prevalent especially in the mid to late 20th century, similar to its rise in popularity in Western cultures, and even then, it wasn't really what I would consider any traditional and is often negative.

Present Day

Like a lot of other countries, however, tattoos had seen a swing of opinion and is more accepted now as an art form rather than a sign of criminal activity but some stereotypes are still popular.

For instance, during the COVID-19 lockdown, the Department of Education provided modules for students to answer at home which would be then collected by the school from door to door. In one of these modules, Lea Salonga, a Filipino singer, complained on November 17, 2020 on her Facebook page of a discriminatory question that was found in one of the modules, pictured below

EN Translation:

White text: The answer is letter A based on the DepEd answer key. Module text: 3. Tattoos are a symbol of _____ A. being a criminal B. being a slave C. courage and beauty D. having a low standing in society

This controversy caused an uproar online and showed that there are a lot of Filipinos today that don't see a problem with tattoos and even see them as a positive. Two days after the image was posted on Salonga's page, the Department of Education publicly recognized the misstep and had issued that they officially recognized the controversial answer as an error.

It is important for me to note that, just like in a lot of countries, tattoos are typically not accepted in the corporate world and those who have them either have to get them removed or at least cover them up if they get hired at all. There's still a common idea that people with tattoos, if not dangerous, may be seen as unprofessional or even unclean which I do know is a similar thing that other countries may have as well.

As for batok, its comeback in the larger Filipino mainstream didn't return until some time in the late 2000s and 2010s when more international influence had resparked and interest in more ethnic cultures including the precolonial Filipino tattoos specifically because of the internet and the rise of social media. The current batok that we see outside of indigenous communities could be seen as a recreation of the extinct practices within the Philippines with some level of appropriation from related cultures (by appropriation, I mean this in a neutral way not a negative one).

It is argued whether or not the reconstructed practice could be considered traditional at all, but considering its heavy emphasis on the older designs found in historical illustrations as well as designs from indigenous communities that did not have practice eradicated by colonization, some also argue that the modern tattoos that has gained prominence because of modern technology and research is still valuable in a socio-anthropological sense.

As Salvado-Amore puts it

the successive phases and changes in the status of burik tattoos—enabled by the advent of modern technology, the Internet, and mass media—encourage an interaction between contemporary and historical influences rather than an extinction of past practice.

About Apo Whang-Od

A magazine cover of Vogue featuring Whang-Od, a traditional tattoo artist from the Butbut people, a subgroup within the Kalinga ethnic group. (The rest of this section pulls from the same article by Vogue)

Any research about Filipino tattoos, especially in the modern day would be incomplete without any mention of Whang-Od, the most popular traditional tattoo artist from the Philippines.

Apo Whang-Od (b. February 17, 1917, a.k.a. Maria Oggay) is a member of the Butbut people of the Kalinga indigenous ethnic group from Kalinga province, Philippines. She is often known as one of the last mambabatok in the country which earned her fame and recognition internationally. She started her tattooing practice since she was a teenager at age 16, under the mentorship of her father and was the only known female mambabatok during her time.

For years, she was called on by different communities within her locale in order to tattoo important and symbolic tattoos on members of her and different communities after they had received certain milestones. Men were tattooed for different reasons than women as men were given their marks when they succeed in activities like headhunting, which was ritualistically important for the Butbut people while women were tattooed for reasons like fertility or beauty.

Because of American colonization, however, headhunting was prohibited so she was mostly tattooing women from then onward.

She started gaining recognition some time in the mid-2000s to the 2010s after she started serving foreign tourists, although she doesn't give them the more traditional symbols. Non-members of the group are given a set of tattoos that she could tattoo on anyone without any strong connection to the original meaning of the art.

Since tattooing was passed through family and Whang-Od herself didn't had any children, she was known as the last mambabatok for a time which caused concern for the extinction of the practice as she was already in her 90s when she gained notoriety, but she has since started training her grandniece Grace Palicas and later on her other grandniece Elyang Wigan and the two, who are now in their 20s, has since helped their great aunt dealing with their clientele.

Due to her fame, she is often the subject of foreign media and interest, even being invited by Vogue magazine to pose for one of their covers (pictured above) and is now known as the oldest Vogue cover model earlier this year at the age of 106.

Despite her fame and arguably cultural importance to not only the Kalinga people but the Philippines as well as online petitions since the 2010s to give her the recognition, she is not eligible to receive the National Artist award— one of the highest awards given to artists of most artistic fields of which only 81 people had received. Victorino Manalo, Chairman of the National Commission for Culture and Arts (NCCA) explains that this is because her craft, tattooing, isn't covered by the NCCA but by the Gawad sa Manlilikha ng Bayan (GAMBA, en. Award for Crafters/Creatives of the Nation) but there has been some discussion within the commission about this issue which still ended with her being denied. In light of this, she is now currently on the running to possibly receive the GAMBA award.

She has an online presence managed by others and she can be found via Facebook and Instagram.

Tattoos now, from my experience

As I had said before, tattoos these days are not as negatively seen as they were in the 20th century and had received a more positive reputation thanks to the rise of its social experience due to the internet and social media's prevalence in the country. As an art student, in fact, it's wasn't that surprising when I learned that one of my classmates had a tattoo and it was even a full sleeve! Now, as least three had tattoos before they graduated with one of them actually being a close friend of mine who's planning to get more despite their parents' disapproval.

Despite this, I still do have people in my life right now that see tattoos as undesirable and unclean, with stereotypes still being prevalent. I had once heard people speak of them in such a negative way but then make an exception for the artsy type of people? It's odd.

As for batok or batik, I had not seen a lot of people with these tattoos in my own life and had only seen it through articles and images circulated around by other people who I don't even know. I guess it makes sense as most people who do get tattoos similar to batok or batik often do it in tourist-y places or are foreigners who want to get a piece of Filipino culture on their way out of the country.

Besides more culture-focused people, batik or batok isn't as prevalent as some of these articles might make it seem and most typical Filipinos who don't come from these cultures are more likely to either not have tattoos at all or have similar tattoos to those that you may see in other countries.

Either way, tattoos could be so personal to a person and whether it's something as deeply-rooted to culture like batik or if it's just the names of your favorite K-Pop idol, that tattoo is important and has special meaning. Get whatever tattoo that you want or don't if you don't want any at all!

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Lover of Mine

marcus baker x female!reader flangst!

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warnings!: mentions of cheating, ginny slander?, cussing, unedited writing… gif credit: uknown/ google

Y/n and Marcus had been in an exclusive relationship for around 10 months now, almost a year. Before they had gotten into a relationship they had been flirting back and forth for a few months, neither of them wanting to make the first move until Y/n finally got tired of the cat-and-mouse game they seemed to be playing.

The pair sat desks away from each other in their math class (both were terrible at math) which happened to be the only class they shared. Y/n was bored out of her mind taking notes that she didn’t even understand, as her teacher's monotone voice droned on and on. The tick of the clock marks the slow strenuous minutes that passed.

Yn flipped her notebook to another page that was blank, grabbing her mechanical pencil and doodling on the page. She turned glancing to her side Marcus caught her eye. The boy sat drawing on his paper, his bottom lip between his teeth, in concentration.

Marcus felt a gaze searing into his skin. Looking up his brown eyes immediately met Y/n’s, and a smirk grew on his face, before he winked at the girl, his eyes focusing back on his drawing. Which happened to be the girl which had captured his attention and heart from the moment he had begun to get to know her.

Y/n returned to her doodling in an attempt to hide her embarrassment from being caught staring at the boy. It randomly occurred to her, just do it, ask him, and be done with this phase.

She began writing the question onto the page, she knew it was a very child-like thin n to do however she thought it’d be a funny way to ask.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

Following the question, three boxes, one marked “Yes” above it, the other “Is that even a question, yes” and the last one read, “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…”.

Y/n folded the paper in half, writing the boy’s name on the lined paper. She passed it to the person next to her, “Can you pass this to Marcus for me?” She questioned receiving a nod from the boy in the seat to her right.

She watched as the note made its way onto Marcus’s desk. The boy looked up recognizing the girl's handwriting, eyebrows raised in curiosity at the girl's actions. To which she returned his smirk from minutes before, nodding at the note.

Marcus unfolded the paper, taking in the doodles at first before his eyes fell upon the question leaving him in a stupor at the words. His jaw left slack, before returning his gaze back to the girl shaking his head, a small smile gracing his face.

He checked the box labeled “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…” a smile on his face before creating another box checking and labeling it “hell yeah, I thought you’d never ask”. The note was passed back to Y/n, a gargantuan grin on her face as she opened the note, viewing the boy's response.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

It was their 10-month anniversary, and Marcus decide what better way to celebrate his and Y/n’s relationship than shooting each other with paintballs. “You’re going down, Baker,” Y/n smirked at the boy. “We’ll see about that, Y/l/n. You’re all bark, no bite.” He let out a chuckle at the girl, who shook her head in response.

The couple arrived at their destination, where they were welcomed by one of the workers, who helped the pair prepare for their battle. Y/n and Marcus were now fitted in their protective attire and standing in front of the course, which had various hiding points, and objects to use to their advantage. Marcus leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's soft lips, Y/n reciprocated the kiss, before they both pulled away. “May the best paintballer win,” Marcus said causing Y/n to laugh, and a smile to grow on his face before the pair saluted each other. The worker brought Y/n to the opposite end of the course, a high-pitched ring signaling the start of the battle.

The pair made their way to the opposite side of the course from which they started, crouching at various spots, hiding behind different objects that filled the course. It only took 5 minutes before Y/n had been hit with the first paintball, ending the first round. This resulted in Y/n deciding to use a different tactic. The second round started and Marcus and Y/n were nearing each other, when Y/n caught sight of Marcus' position she decided it was time.

Y/n fell to the floor letting out a cry, grasping her ankle. It wasn’t even a second before Marcus called out to the girl, “Bub, are you okay? What happened?” The boy questioned from where he was. “I-I think I twisted my ankle, babe, it hurts really bad,” The girl whined in false pain. “Where are you, baby?”

“Behind this stupid blue barrel!” Y/n called out, aiming her paint gun in the direction she heard Marcus’s footsteps coming from. As soon as she saw Marcus's figure, the girl fired the paintballs hitting her boyfriend's chest, who stood in shock. “Oh, you beautiful little conniving snake,” Marcus shook his head in pretend anger. Gaining nothing but a victorious yet devious giggle from his girlfriend who was still sat on the floor.

“You’re gonna regret that,” He told the girl, reaching his hand toward her, helping her onto her feet.

It was the final round, which would decide who won. Y/n had let her guard down, feeling confident after her previous victory. Marcus popped out of nowhere causing the girl to jump in fright before she began running from him. “Marcus please,” The girl begged her boyfriend, laughter escaping her lips, as she continued to run away from Marcus, weaving through the objects which filled the area.

Y/n was tackled to the ground by Marcus, however, he quickly maneuvered them, breaking her fall with his body. Y/n landed on top of him, her pain gun laid a few feet away from them, Marcus’s pointed at her. “Bub, please,” Y/n pleaded with a pout on her lips. The boy let out a sigh, “You’re lucky I love you,” he grinned, dropping his paint gun. Y/n’s eyes widened at his words, did he just say what she thought he said? Marcus's eyes matched his girlfriend's at the realization of his words. “Shit, did I say that out loud-”

Y/n cut the boy off, her lips pressed against his harshly, fervor filling the kiss, as the pair poured their love for each other into the kiss. Y/n pulled away, slightly heaving, “I love you too, Marcus.” She grinned at him, caressing his cheek. “I love you more,” He murmured.

Who loved each other more and who won? Neither, it was decided it was a tie.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

Marcus and Y/n sat on the soft blanket having cleaned up after the paintball battle and were now surrounded by their love for each other as well as their favorite foods. The couple basked in their shared love, and in each other's company.

“You know, I still can’t believe you beat me to asking you to be my girlfriend.” Marcus laughed.

“Seriously, bub, it’s not that hard to believe especially you being you, I swear if it weren’t for me,” The girl gestured toward herself, “we’d still be just friends.” The girl smirked, making air quotes while saying ‘just friends’.

Marcus shook his head, “Nope, I swear I was gonna do it, you just weren’t patient enough and couldn’t resist me.” He laughed, causing Y/n to scoff at him.

“Yeah right,” She laughed.

The couple continued to speak of various fond memories, “You know I even remember what you wearing that day, because of how attentive I am.” Marcus nodded, as the sarcasm soaked his words.

“Oh really, and what was I wearing?”

“That terrible cardigan you crotched yourself,” He laughed, resulting in a slap to his chest.

“Hey! You are a bully, Marcus Baker.” Y/n responded jokingly.

“A bully that loves you and you’re superb fashion sense.” A wide grin played on Marcus’s face.

“See, I knew it, you’re just jealous of my amazing fashion sense, and sensational hand-made cardigan. Which is why, I have this for you,” Y/n handed the boy a wrapped gift box.

“I thought we said we wouldn’t get each other anything,” Marcus shook his head at the girl, eyebrows raised, “Well, I lied,” Y/n said with no remorse.

“So did I,” Marcus smiled knowingly at Y/n, grabbing his very own gift for her and placing it in her curious hands.

They both gently began to unwrap their presents, Marcus bursting out in laughter as he held up the crotched cardigan that matched his girlfriend’s very own cardigan. Marcus quieted down as he noticed Y/n had yet to say anything. Before he could speak up, Y/n sniffled, “Do you not like it bub?” He questioned, attempting to hide the sadness in his voice. He had spent months working on the painting of the girl that sat in front of him. Trying to capture all the beauty she radiated in the strokes he painted on the canvas.

“No, I-I love it, Marcus,” She shook her head, not being able to contain her giddy smile or joy-filled tears, “I love you, so, so much.” She jumped on the boy, her arms locked him in a tight embrace, leaving a kiss on his jaw.

She pulled away, Marcus drying her tears with his thumbs, “I love you so, so, much too.” He grinned. “Wow, my gift for you sucks compared to this,” Y/n pouted. “Hey, don’t disrespect my lovely cardigan like that,” Marcus said, pulling the cardigan on.

“For your information, my girlfriend made this for me, with love, okay.” He told Y/n causing her to laugh in amusement at her boyfriend, “She did.” She smiled.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

The pair were now laid underneath Marcus’s warm comforter, snuggled together in their matching cardigans, watching Scooby-Doo. The tranquility and quiet they had settled into was interrupted by none other than Ginny Miller. “Hey Y/n, I think Max needed your help with something,” Ginny said with a gesture.

Y/n looked up at the girl, her eyes returning to meet Marcus in confusion, who responded with a shrug. “Alright, I’ll go see what she wants,” Y/n walked out of the room going to find Max, to see what she needed help with. “Max?” Y/n questioned looking for the girl downstairs.

“I'm in here!” Y/n heard from the kitchen.

“Hey, Ginny said you needed help with something?”

“Oh yeah, I was trying to bake these cookies, but the first batch came out really bad… and mom’s even worse at baking, do you think you could help me, pretty please?”

“Yeah, of course, let me see,” Y/n replied and grabbed the bowl of batter.

Once Y/n told Max what to do, and helped her place the batter onto the cookie sheet she returned to Marcus's room. “Hey, bub, are you gonna want some-” Y/n stopped mid-sentence, silenced by what was happening.

Marcus and Ginny. Kissing.

Marcus pulled away, “Ginny, what-”

“Oh my god…” Y/n said, her hand clasped to her mouth.

“Y/n, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Really, Marcus? That’s the best you’ve got? You know what I-I can’t deal with this right now,” Y/n muttered, arms flailing, before grabbing her bag.

“Y/n, wait!” Marcus called after his girlfriend as she swiftly made her way downstairs and out of the house. Marcus was hot on her tail, “Y/n just give me a chance to-”

Y/n’s eyes were scintillating with unshed tears, hand clutched to the handle of her car door. “To explain how you were kissing Ginny Miller, Marcus, really? I- I don’t wanna hear it right now, okay, Marcus, please…”

“Y/n you know me better than I even know myself, okay? I wouldn’t do this to you, you know that.” Marcus said, reaching for Y/n’s hands. “I’m not so sure about that anymore,” Y/n dropped his hands, Marcus watched as a tear fell from her eyes. His own eyes welled up with tears, unsure of what to do as he watched his girlfriend- ex girlfriend?- leave him.

Marcus returned to his room yelling at Ginny to get the hell out among other things, “I can’t believe that you would force yourself on me knowing damn well my girlfriend is downstairs,

you need fucking help, Ginny.” Marcus told the girl off through gritted teeth, his face expressing nothing but anger.

“Marcus please, I love you, Y/n doesn’t love you like I do. You deserve better than her-”

“Shut the fuck up Ginny, you know nothing about me, Y/n, or our relationship, either way, it’s none of your fucking business. When will you get that I don’t give a shit about you! I don’t love you! If you really loved me, you’d be happy that I’m happy in my relationship, but you don’t. I don’t ever wanna see you again Ginny, get that through your thick fucking skull.” He shouted at her.

“Marcus I’m sorry-”

“Quit lying Ginny,” Marcus sighed, before once again telling the tear-stricken girl to get out of his room and house.

Ginny fled from the house, Max noticing the girl. She decided to go check on her brother, “Marcus, what happened?” She said knocking on her twin brother's bedroom door.

“Nothing, Max, just go away.”

Max sighed, opening the door anyways and entering the room. Marcus lay on his bed, staring out his bedroom window in an attempt to hide his red bloodshot eyes which carved shiny wet pathways down his blushed cheeks. “I said go away Max, I don’t wanna talk,”

“Are you sure, I brought you a burnt cookie…?” This caused Marcus to roll his eyes.

“Ginny’s a bitch, and a homewrecker. I don’t even know why you’re friends with her.”

“Alright, what’d she do?”

“She basically fucking forced herself onto me, and Y/n walked in and now I don’t even know if I still have a girlfriend.” He brought his hands up to his face, dragging them down, still facing the window.

“You’re fucking with me, right? I was in my own world I guess, I didn’t even see Y/n leave… I’m so, so, sorry Marcus, I knew she had a crush on you but I didn’t think she’d do this. Do you want me to slap her? I’ll slap her and more, just give me the word.”

“I think that would actually make me feel a little better… have Abby record it if you do.”

“You got it, and I’m sure everything will be fine Marcus, I mean Y/n knows you’d never cheat on her right? I mean she’s like the only girl you’ve ever actually loved.”

“She said she wasn’t even sure if she knew me anymore,” He whispered with a shake of his head.

“Everything was going so well today, and of course Ginny would pull this shit on our anniversary…”

Marcus finally turned to face his sister, Max finally being able to see the emotion on his face. This was the first time she’d seen him cry since his best friend had passed.

“Everything’s gonna be okay Marcus, trust me, Y/n’s just hurt, but she knows you.”

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A few days passed and Y/n wasn’t sure what to do. Would Marcus be mad at her for not believing him? Not trusting him? Were they still even together? Did he still want to be with her? She knew he’d never hurt her intentionally, never cheat on her but seeing his lips on another girl’s brought forth all her insecurities. They tainted her mind and made her believe that maybe he actually was capable of cheating on her. She couldn’t deny Ginny’s beauty, either.

But no matter what, she should’ve believed Marcus, because trust is one of the most important parts of a relationship. She knew she had to apologize, for leaving him, and not hearing him out. Marcus had texted Y/n but she had decided not to respond, and just allow herself to think for a few days. Marcus had been giving Y/n space figuring she needed it however, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know if she was okay, where they stood, and just apologize to her for not kicking Ginny out of his room the second she stood outside his door. To tell her how much he loved her and how much she means to him.

Almost simultaneously both Marcus and Y/n left their houses, each heading to the other’s house. They both unknowingly passed each other on their way. When they arrived at the other’s house, both were met with the same response, she left, and he left.

Both left disappointed, returning to their houses. As Y/n was driving back to her house some idiot was skating in the middle of the road. Y/n honked at the person, scaring them and causing them to fall off their skateboard. Y/n pulled to the side, to make sure the person wasn’t injured.

“Are you okay?” She called out to the person, who was removing their earbuds. They turned to face her. Her y/e/c eyes are met with familiar brown eyes. Marcus.

They said each other’s names in unison, Y/n throwing herself into the boy’s arms, clinging to him. The silence only lasted for a few moments before Y/n began to apologize, “I’m so sorry bub, I should have believed you, I trust you, I don’t know what came over me, I just-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I should’ve shown you how much I loved you, so you wouldn’t have a reason to doubt my love for you. Y/n you are one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important person. I love you so much, and I never want to hurt you. Please believe me, I promise you I didn’t initiate the kiss, I didn’t return it, Ginny just forced herself on me, I would never ever cheat on you, bub, I love you so, so, much.”

“I know, honey, I know, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you or even hear you out, I should have. I love you too and I should have trusted you, I’m sorry”

“Are you okay, did you get hurt when you fell?”

“No, yeah I’m fine either way it doesn’t matter, as long as we're good, that’s all that matters.” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing Y/n’s back.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Y/n nodded.

“I love you,” Y/n said, tucking her head into the crook of Marcus's neck, the scent of his cologne, calming her and bringing her comfort. She had missed him so much, and she couldn’t believe she had almost lost him due to some stupid kiss.

“I love you too, baby, I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“You won’t, and I’m gonna beat Ginny’s ass for touching you,” Y/n muttered angrily which caused Marcus to laugh.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, Max has that covered.”

“I can’t believe her, that’s literally sexual assault, Marcus.”

“Really?”

“Yes, she kissed you without your consent, ugh, I swear I’m gonna-”

“Honey, let’s just try and move past this, and forget about her, let’s focus on us.” Marcus continued to rub soothing circles on Y/n’s back with one hand, his other repeating the same motion on her hip.

Y/n nodded silently, before looking up at Marcus, her hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a gentle, loving kiss. Marcus returned it, kissing Y/n with more fervor than he ever thought he had, his hands reaching up to gently cup her face, pouring all his love for her into the kiss. Desperately wanting to show Y/n how much he truly loved her.

They both pulled away, slightly panting, “Let’s go home, I just wanna cuddle with you,” Y/n murmured to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go, I was having withdrawals from being away from you,” Marcus responded which caused a giggle to escape Y/n’s lips.

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… and please somebody else post some Marcus fics I can’t read my own writing it’s not the same as reading someone else’s work 😭

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… y'all somebody else needs to write for Marcus, i can't read my own writing, it's not the same as reading somebody else's 😭

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Request for: Gonna be honest this was for me, myself, and I cause I couldn’t get it out of my head. Definitely rushed the story but do not care because it was fun to write. Gif Sources: Uknown

------- Imagine -------

You think your life is done, he took it all with him So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye You can take it out on me if you like

You had drank and cried and hunted your way through the breakup. He had not been the love of your life or anything, but he had been counted as a friend and someone you trusted; and that’s what hurt most of all. Being a hunter, you could count on your hands the number of people you trusted and to lose one not from tragedy, but their own behavior was hard. The boys had been your rocks in the process, making sure you never got in over your head in the drinking or the hunting.

So, when a mutual friend of yours and your ex’s invited you to a party you decided you were not going to let him hold you back anymore. Still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t bring backup. You had laid on your best puppy eyes (watching Sam do it so many times had taught you well) until they had both agreed to take you to the party and to help make your asshole ex jealous. You had thrown on your sexiest outfit and when you finally walked out of the bathroom, the looks on Dean’s and Sam’s told you that you had succeeded in the look you were going for. All three of you moved to the Impala preparing for the short drive to your friend’s place.

You hate the way he fooled around behind your back A slave to him, but now with me no strings attached But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed If that's what you need, go right ahead

They had barely left your side the whole time, whispering in your ear and standing close to just talk to you. They would run their hand over your arms, touching your lower back and even caressing your abdomen whenever they caught your ex watching. They would glare at him when doing this as if they were making it clear they had staked their claim on you. Other times though, their eyes never left you even when your ex was nowhere in sight.. Their touches and looks made your body heat in a way it hadn’t ever before with them. They had always been so close to you, your best friends; but tonight, you saw them in a different light. As two strong, virile, beautiful men that were doing this ridiculous charade to help you…because they cared for you. Cared for you in a way none of your exes ever had. You shook your head, needing to nip that kind of thinking in the bud before it cost you more than just your friendship.

That idea became increasingly harder to listen to when Dean had pulled you over to where others had started dancing. He held you tightly to him, one arm around you stomach and another on your hip grinding you ass back against him as song after song played. The sensual movement had you panting and turning to look back and up. Dean’s eyes were dark with both anger and lust, and it shot a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He spun you around to face him and suddenly his lips were on yours. He took advantage of your shocked gasp, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and gripping your back hard. You recovered quickly though as the heat of his mouth made you moan, grabbing his face with your hand and kissing him just as hard.

You felt warmth at your back just before large hands spun you around and gripped your ass tightly, lifting you in the air. You squeaked in surprise before your eyes found Sam’s. He smirked at you and carried you quickly to another room. You noted it was a bedroom, and empty save for the three of you as Dean had followed your escape. Sam sat on the edge of a bed still holding you to him, making you straddle him as he sat and then covered your mouth with his. His kiss was different from Dean’s, mouth rougher and hungrier, his lips thinner but no less soft as they devoured your own.

You pressed your hand against Sam’s chest pulling back, panting. “What…what is this?” You asked looking back at Dean and then facing Sam again. You felt Dean move behind you and brush your hair to the side, giving your neck a slow kiss that had your eyes shutting and your body leaning back toward his. “Whatever you want it to be princess.” Dean whispered when he finally reached your ear. You shivered at his words and the sensation of his breath in your ear when you felt Sam drag the fingers of one hand over your breast. You moaned and placed your handing over his effecting stopping the movement but keeping his hand pressed tightly to you.

“And….and if I wanted everything?” You asked, not even sure yourself what the words meant.

“Then you get everything.” Sam whispered leaning in to kiss you but stopping a few inches from your mouth, letting you make the decision. You moaned releasing his hand and meeting him the rest of the way. They both moved then, moving you every which way in order to undress you as they both continued to kiss and touch and shift until you were in nothing but your bra, your panties having been tossed God knows where.

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain Fake it like you love me, come on, baby, touch me Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name While I fuck away the pain

You now sat atop Dean on the bed as he lay back taking in the view as you rubbed yourself against him. “You feel fucking amazing.” Dean murmured, his hands grabbing at your ass as you rode him, your core colliding with his still jean clad cock. You undulated against him seeking some relief to your need. Pleasure shot through you, and you rolled your hips again. He took your hands in his, giving you leverage to use as he grunted when you pressed harder into him. “That’s right princess, use us. Take whatever you need from us.”

You felt heat at your back again for the second time that night as Sam pressed against you, forcing you to bend closer to Dean. You released Dean’s hands and rested your full weight on him as Sam bit at your neck and cheek from behind . Then you felt his long, firm fingers as they traced your bare core. “So wet for us.” Sam said against your skin before you felt the hot press of his fingers as he slipped two inside of you. You moaned loudly and grabbed at Dean’s hair causing him to jolt under you pressing you harder into Sam’s fingers. “Please.” You begged before Dean took your mouth with his again.

Stronger then a shot of whiskey or any pill you take

That was the first time you begged that night, but it would not be the last as they took you apart over and over; letting you use them for your pleasure before even thinking of taking theirs. At the end of the night, and you the boys were back safe and cuddled on one hotel bed you couldn’t help but smile and cuddle into the two men surrounding you, hoping that this was the beginning of something more…something great…and with that thought you fell into the most relaxed sleep of your life.

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #supernatural imagine #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #wincest #if you squint #spicy content

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deboramelo69 · 5 months

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EPISODE 57 ALTERNATIVE ENDING PART 2

(Or: How Simp Cameraman ended in that situation in the first place.)

The first time Brown saw TV Woman, his first thought about her was that she looked way different from the other TVs, his thoughts being interrumped when suddenly she, without any previous warning, carried the cameraman between her arms, teletransporting the both of them to an uknown base, leaving him there as soon as they arrived.

However, after the attack to the base, he didn't saw her, but not wanting to forget about his savior; once having already returned to the camera base, he decided to use the printer, having to make an excuse when a Large Cameraman asked him.

Using what he had as footage, Brown imprinted a photography of the mysterious TV Woman looking at him, keeping the portrait he made only for himself, and often carrying it in his coat, the thought of her willing to protect him being the only thing that helped Brown to cope with the death of his teammates.

His partner, constantly having to look for him, had to often remind Brown that they were still in a war, but he never lost the hope of seeing her again.

Until one day; she finally appeared again just when the Glitch Toilet was directly charging towards him and his partner, saving the both of them in the process.

Feeling something akin to happiness, he quickly got up, running straight to her with the sole intencion to hug the tv as a thank you, only for the TV Woman to dissapear in front of his lens.

"Did she forgot about me?" he thought in dissapointment, with his partner trying to comfort him by patting his back, not knowing exactely why he was feeling like that.

Frustrated and tired, he tried to get even by beating a poor Skibidi that was just passing by, making his partner feel a bit sorry for the creature, despite not making any attempt to stop it.

Then, he received an message alerting them that the tank had been destroyed, and after being left to their luck by the TV Man that was with them, all of the camerament instantly runned for their lifes when a certain someone started to come more and more closer to their location, until it was too late, with Brown having to witness how his partner was caught, who was instantly being blow off into pieces by the Giant Speakerman.

Horrified, he kept running, until when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, a electric tower that was on the top of one of the buildings suddenly falled onto him, crushing part of his body.

With part of the screen of his lens shattered and his vision being blurry, Brown deseperately tried to caught the attencion of the TV Woman when she arrived to help the Titan, thinking that she was going to save him one time more as the hero he believed she was; until, to his horror, she just took the other cameraman and left, something that completely detroyed him inside.

Just as he was about to give up, seeing that apparently nobody was going to come for him, someone lifted the tower, looking up to see that it was the Titan Cameraman, who, extending one of his hands to Brown, he gently picked him up, letting the small cameraman lay motionless on his hand, having not much energy left.

While flying back to the base, he took notice that the Titan was often checking if he was still active, barely taking his lens off him, showing how much he was worried about his current state, which made Brown knew at that moment that there was still someone in the world who cared about him, even if it was from the one he least expected.

#skibidi toilet #fanfic #simp cameraman #tv woman #titan cameraman #titan speakerman #plunger cameraman #p.o.v cameraman #alternate universe #canon divergence #fix it fic

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loverdover · 2 years

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Sleep and sound.

About: after the meeting of the dorm leaders you had spot azul sleeping in the couch in a room little did you know azul was awake this whole time...

Reader pronouns: She/Her.

Romance[✓]

A sighed escape from the prefect's mouth tired after the meeting of the dorm leaders and finally malleus being invited to one.

Going inside an unknown room seeing azul asleep in the couch. A window that was big and you could see the moonlight in the Window...

Shinning through Azul. Your (Eye color) hues looking at him soundly asleep, while you smiled Softly at him.

His Light blue Silver hair shinning through the moonlight that had shade over him. His glossy lips with his Beauty mark Shining as well making him look kissable.

You had noticed the cold wind hitting azul as he shivers from it you took of You're ceremony robe and placing on him which he stop shivering.

Now looking at him up close he looks like a prince... Well... I guess you could say that he was more then a prince... But rather a cunning and a convincing Prince.

Well...as well a scamming prince...

Seeing him soundly asleep made it feel peaceful for you... You'd had never thought you would fall inlove with a merman like him.. you would never thought you had fallen inlove with someone in another world you were trapped in..

Denying you're feelings towards him after his overblot... The way he talked to you... The way he had smiled at you... The way where he had said you're name with a angelic tone... You can't help but didn't denied the feelings towards him l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ h̶e̶ s̶a̶w̶ y̶o̶u̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶s̶ w̶e̶l̶l̶...

You gently press your lips to the side of his lips as you Smiled softly at him.

"goodnight azul...,, You said leaving him behind closing the door of the room. As you lean you're back at the door Sighing perhaps denying you're feelings could only worsen your act towards him...

If clumsy octopus... Why must you be this cute...? You smiled walking back to the Ramshackle dorm uknown to you what had happened inside the room where azul had "slept,,

His flustered face noticable in the room touching where you had kissed him while he was a flustered mess...

Probably he should act asleep more often so he could end more kisses from you...

Live laugh azul

#twisted wonderland #my writing #azul ashengrotto #twst #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader

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ryuzatodraws-backup · 5 months

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Masterpost

Gerard Deities

Anon idk if this is what you want lol but I decided to make a huge masterpost as a reference.I may or may not remember what I wrote in my last post in my last blog tho. So this post will be updated if I have extras.

These will be the Gerard looks that I interpreted based on how I insert them into my own Ghost universe. These looks are based on Gerard’s costume while he’s on tour during MCR Return.

(Disclaimer : I expand them individually as a character of their own and not as Gerard Way himself. You can see I didn’t use his name in these characters except for the Jean de Arc look; which the character interacting with him didn’t call him by name. If you have an idea on what I should call him, let me know!)

Lets start with our beloved, The Secretary

Origin : Uknown.

First discovered when The Director steps into office one day and notices how his secretary is bleeding and well…appears to be dead but working at the same time as if nothing was wrong. The Director concluded that something happened to them that renders their current secretary’s body to be inhabited by something out of this world.

Their purpose? to type and database everything that is happening in the clergy in the present and also in the future. The Secretary is almost like a storyteller in a way that is capable of dictating or prophesizing what the future will turn out to be.

They’re one of the powerful deities for their ability to predict the future.

The Nurse

First appearance: when The Secretary brought in The Director’s dead body to be revived. ( see the series https://archiveofourown.org/series/3731701 )

Origin : they have been here since Primo’s time. Responsible in the Papas death. Seems to be enjoying their job at the clergy somehow.

Gerard de Arc ( possible name, The Knight)

First Appearance: 200 years after the so call Apocalypse caused by Copia, found Copia in the ruins of the clergy and tried to kill him (series on going, will be reposted and linked properly)

He’s on a quest for years, to collect 1000 souls so he can ascend to Heaven; joining his Brothers and Sisters. His final task is to kill the Anti Christ – which is Copia himself.

Other Deities ( might make an appearance , might not…depends)

The Showman

I got this idea thanks to Raynon , you can read their fic to it here https://archiveofourown.org/works/51685087

The Showman looooves everything glitter and gold. He would often spawn himself together with a mysterious casino in towns, especially big cities. Rumors has it that nobody has ever won anything from their place and that people would often go missing, but hey at least the music and drinks are great.

The Rat King / The Trash Man (or trash Papa as some called him)

These two goes hand in hand. You’ll find one nearby after all. The Rat King communicates with all the rats, the epitome of the Plague itself, able to turn into a hoard of rats . The Trash man , bringer of disease and chaos.

The Cheerleader

A sweetheart honestly. Sweet summer child. They love to hang around with Copia the most ( it’s the console games). Theyre a good deity to pray for good vibes and protection. Will probably kill your enemies with a flame thrower.

The Teacher

This one works in the clergy as well, in charge of teaching the new ghouls about everything on planet earth. Patron of Knowledge really.

The Saint

Another good patron for protection , if you need help harming your enemies He will do the job. He’s more aggressive and male leaning in figure. Capable of bringing natural disasters and chaos on earth.

The Tourist

Almost like a trickster, or the norse god Loki. He mostly would play tricks and pretends to be other deities , taking over an empty shrine or a dead god’s altar. Likes to hang out with The Showman.

The Vampire

Man is a vampire.

The Cat

Goes hand in hand with The Cheerleader sometimes but a lot more independent.

The Ghost

Non malevolent entity. He’s just there as well.

The General.

Patron of War , I imagine Corrupt Papa Copia would go to war with him, hand to hand. Victory will always be in your hand

Hierachy

From the Top, the most powerful Deities and the lowest.

There are a few more others that I couldn’t figure out, like the blue dress, the skeleton, the black swan (Bauhaus?), the clown and theres one with the white suit, bandaged bloodied head that I forgot the name. There are other interpretations on the outfits from others that are more in tune with the MCR fandom than me lol (I saw a few posts about the explanation here and on reddit. And oh in this latest zine that you can get it here https://mcrswarmzine.tumblr.com/ ) if anything just DM me if you need like a specific answer to this…ramble I made here.

#Gerardverse #Gerard Deities #Gerardsonas

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MODERN WARFARE II (2022) | Elena’s Story

ELENA “RIVER” REYES

DF- ECHO 3-8

UKNOWN LOCATION, USA

Background. After the events in mid-2019 on partnering up with Alex Keller (Echo 3-1) in aiding Farah Karim to take down General Barkavo and his chemical gasses, alongside Captain Price and Sergeant Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, due to minor injuries and apparent lack of focus, River's Corporal sent her home, suspecting it might be related to her mental well-being. But after a few months passed, they decided to extend her break for a few months more until she got a call back from them, giving her authorization to return to duty. It concerns her a bit about why or what the reason was there for extending her break. That didn't keep her mind occupied. Instead, she focused on spending her time with her mother. Even to catch up with her and do things together like before, she's returned from deployment the rest of the time.

But that serenity didn't last until her uncle, Daniel, unexpectedly visited her; meanwhile, her mother wasn't around. From their last meeting, she remembered her mother being accompanied by him to drop her off before getting deployed. But before that day, he mentioned not to get in contact with him and keep themselves as strangers. Keeping his promise to make sure her mother was safe.

With a bit of awkward small talk, he jumps quickly into the topic of the name that the woman mentioned who tried to murder them. Elena didn't like the sound of it. With a straightforward explanation, he hands her a file containing information about a case of an unknown group working with someone. "The Nameless," her uncle mentions. He later explains that she may obtain more some intel on the group that targeted her family and his brother (Elena's father), mostly on her father.

Elena tried to process all the information that Daniel had given her. She thought about it for two minutes and responded. "Where did you find this file?" She began with concern, sitting across from him in the living room.

"I requested it but might come up with a lie to get it," Elena didn't seem impressed and sighed. Of course, he had to.

"For now, in the file, during a mission to spy on her, they overheard their name through communication radio. They weren't sure who, but they seemed to be transporting, taking cargo." Daniel stated, slowly revealing his upset tone.

Elena blinked a few times and leaned back in her seat. "You're saying puedan estan haciendo negocio? (they might be doing business)…," she crossed her arms.

"Without a doubt, that group not only kills but also conducts business with other parties."

"I'm still not sure how I could look for them. I can't go on my own to find them without permission."

"That's why I was informed first. Vas a trabajar (You're going to work) with a different task force, not with Delta."

"What?" She mumbles from the shocking news.

"I heard you would be heading to the UK to take a mission in Las Almas, Mexico. You'll probably bump into her in time."

"Still, you can't expect me to find them alone during a mission. I could cause suspicion and get myself-"

"Elena, it's that o que más (or what else)? Do you suggest you have another plan to find her?… You know I can't go, and I'm still counting on you; remember the deal and what you wanted."

Elena sat silently, moving her gaze away from Daniel to her hands resting on her lap. At this point, one leg was raising and lowering, quick for her to think. She had no choice and needed him to check on her mother. With disbelief, she sighs defeatly and slowly nods.

"Good. That should at least clear your mind a bit." He sighs deeply and gets up from the couch, away from the coffee table. Before he leaves, he stops to place a hand on her shoulder. "Get it done as soon as possible. In the end, you'll keep your mother safe and get the life you want." He mentioned calmly and demandingly, patting her shoulder, finally leaving without saying goodbye or "hope everything goes well" luck.

After another day, she seemed to lose focus on spending time with her mother. Whenever her mother asked, she would make up something. Her mind was now filled with worries, less than at ease. But she placed herself here. She was determined to find the mystery of her parents and their cause of death. After a few days of the aftermath of someone breaking into their old home to attack her mother, she watched her mother break down in front of her, trying to recover. She and her mother remembered the fear she felt that day of almost losing their life in that home. And beyond that, Elena was haunted by the bone-chilling rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, a chilling reminder of her narrow escape from death. The sight of blood and the knife she held to keep her alive, too, was stuck in her memory.

The first time she's experienced violence.

Not wanting that to happen again, she promised herself to work hard for her and her mother to restart a new life someplace with enough money once she was enlisted and on duty. Another was to focus on her career, such as what she could do to continue helping people in need, which she continues to enjoy.

28 Oct 2022. After several weeks, she receives a phone call from Laswell in the early morning hours before Elena's usual wake-up time. Throughout the call, Laswell first mentioned a letter that Elena received by mail from Price. Her response to Laswell's concern reminded her of the first few weeks of receiving it during her break. In that letter, Price recommended that she join a different task force he created. Task Force 141. To her surprise, General Shepherd got involved in making a decision. A permanent decision for her. Her uncle wasn't lying.

From previous missions documented in working with the Delta Force and her skills in her file, Shepherd saw her as a good candidate to join the task force. One of them was able to deactivate bombs, and the other was her recent riflery test score she took before taking her break. She further mentions that Shepherd decided to have Elena join the task force. But she couldn’t believe what she was hearing as she couldn’t believe they had decided without her knowing. As always, even if she denied it, she would still have to follow orders.

Instead of returning to base in the United States, she must travel to the UK to head on a mission with two members. Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant John ‘Soap’ MacTavish. Their mission was to search for a man named “Hassan Zyani” who was on the loose for stealing American ballistic missiles. Their task was to find and capture him in order to find the locations of those missiles before it was too late until he launched them. It was in a few days, early in the morning, to head to Las Almas. Once they dismissed the call, she sat on the edge of her bed, thinking not only how to break the news to her mother but now that she was forced to be transferred to a new group IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY.

Later in the day, setting her concerns aside, she focused on helping her mother make breakfast and do daily chores to let her have a calm morning. But once they sat down in their kitchen for a coffee break, she explained to her mother the news, but only in minor detail. Her mother understood, and instead of questioning, she helped her pack. The next day to her surprise, Daniel came at the exact time to drop her off hearing the news that Elena was going off. Elena doesn't want him to, but instead, he convinces her that he'll not question anything about her. Saying her goodbyes to her mother, Elena promised to keep her in contact by text, letters, or video calls once in her free time. Her mother nods later to give her a prayer and hugs her tightly.

29 Oct 2022: During the afternoon, Elena made her way to the military base in the UK. As soon as she walked out from the plane, she spotted a familiar mohawk haircut; much to her surprise, it was Soap. Similarly, Soap was taken aback to meet her again. It's been a few years since they'd shared a mission. Their acquaintance was brief, knowing only so much about each other from their limited interactions. Sharing a handshake, he later helps her settle in with the new place, showing her around. After discussing a bit about how they joined the task force and his previous mission during lunch hours, they later began catching up on how it’s been for the two.

30 Oct 2022: Some time then, midnight before heading to Las Almas, they were suited up and met up with Ghost near the plane. Later, Soap introduced him to her. As she stood beside Soap, a recollection stirred within her; she hadn't spotted Ghost initially. Already she could tell he seemed distant or disinterested in meeting the team, especially after she extended her hand upon introducing herself. A look he’s given her. The way his eyes looked calm but also gazed at her eyes was giving a silent warning to her not to mess with him. It was that, or maybe it’s the way he usually stares. She didn’t want to assume. He was a lieutenant, after all. But what caught her eye the most was not just his height but his ominous balaclava skull mask. And beneath it, the mysterious allure of black makeup veiled his eye. Instead of introducing himself back, he nodded and spoke right away, ordering them to head into the plane.

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meltthefrozenheart · 1 year

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FROZEN 3: Hans is much more needed after F2 ...

After so many years, but, most importantly, after Frozen 2, one important misconception about what Frozen seems pretty clear to me: Frozen is NOT about kicking the bad guy ass, IS about the characters own feelings, traumas and insecurities.

So, why I feel like Hans has the potential to be better supported as a character, despite the fact that he was not in Frozen 2?

It's not purely a matter of personal liking, but also for narrative reasons: Frozen 2 needed to take Frohana through a new journey in order to mature, to go through a transformation (Change):

And working as the true aftermath of the 1st Frozen, most importantly for Anna & Elsa, who actually go through a even deeper and greater evolution rediscovering their family heritage and themselves:

During their journey, Anna, Elsa and Kristoff meet a series of other human characters meant to help them go foward with their path:

Frozen 2 bases its plot on a series of mysteries (the Truth about the Past) and dangers (the Spirits) met in an uknown territory like the Enchanted Forest, so these new characters are there to give information, support and reflect how Anna, Elsa and Kristoff are evolving as people after the changes the Frozen ending brought, but also show each one of them going through a "different path" caused by their still unresolved insecurities, risking to break them apart if they are not careful:

The way I've always seen it, Hans is a great bringer of tension for the characters, a tension that Frozen 2 couldn't allow itself to have, which is also related to another, very important choice by the directors for this movie:

Jennifer Lee: We weren't looking looking for a new situation and shaken up a new character whose was actually looking for an evolution, we wanted to complete their journey. [...] And we had fun with all the new characters, but there was just this thing when we strayed away, particularly from Anna and Elsa journey, it didn't resonate ...

This "vacant place" in Frozen 2 is filled by the Spirits and Ahtohallan, because we are following Elsa's narration (Action driven), about the sisters parents and about Arendelle's history, but this "disbalance" in the main human cast is, in many ways, a "plot point" to relfect the aftermath of F1 (as a recurring joke):

Hans was CENTRAL in the first movie (which, you know, is the also first time we've ever seen any of these characters), but his real intension were shilded by other matters, primarly by Elsa's uncontrollable powers and the Duke of Weselton fear of magic, and his reveal is purely related to Anna, just as Elsa is the only character that has seen Ahthohallan. Not only Elsa's narration is very different from Anna's, but it's also defined by very different elements (magical spirits) compared to those of F1 (prince charming).

Right now, I believe the characters DO need a different element of tension to then develop and subvert, and Hans fills both the sisters narrations quite perfectly with this new status quo, but think alsoand of course Kristoff & Sven. And don't forget about Olaf and his growth in F2: many probably ignored that part, but Olaf felt anger for the first time in his brief life after Elsa "betrayed" him and Anna. Then imagine what would happen with someone like Hans, or even his family ...

Not only a loveless and disfuctional family is an important and real theme, it's something that was clearly meant to resonate with Anna, Elsa and Kristoff in F1 (and in the Musical that is a much clearer point). Then, imagine how important this could be for Froahana now, for Anna and Elsa, whose parents did everything they could to protect and help them, even at the cost of their own lives. But also what they went through themselves during F2, and what could be the tension between them in a context like this.

And imagine how important it would be from a world-building prespective visiting the Southern Isles: its culture, its people, its history. It would be perfect for Anna now that she's Queen, visiting a neighborhood kingdom that is surely very different from her own, and even for Elsa, the Fifth Spirit, in a place where magic probably doesn't even exist, or has a different nature/history compared to that of Arendelle (where humans & magic equally co-exist) and, most importantly, to the Enchanted Forest (where magic overwhelms everything). And thinking about Kristoff, who would feel deeply pressured in such a place (Hans is a prime example himself), and probably his relationship with Sven would be ridiculed pretty easily:

Also, seeing 12 other princes in the Frozen universe could be quite a funny way to make many callbacks to Disney history, but also "help" Hans stand out much better because his older brothers are probably much more beautiful and "perfect" than he was during F1 ... And after F2 had all those characters, I'm pretty sure having 12 princes we've already heard about and all coming from the same kingdom should be easier Ha ha ha

I know these are all speculations, but I think Frozen 2 proved quite well that the directors know us fans have questions about the first movie, we're curious to know more about this world, and they can clearly get deeper, introduce new elements, but starting close to Anna & Elsa, just like they "brought back" Agnarr & Iduna under the spotlight even if they were dead.

Most importantly: this world is wider now, is full of new elements, with even a deep history. These things are not secondary, and can be used to handle things differently without losing the focus from the themes of family, trauma and solitude.

#Frozen #Frozen 2 #Frozen 3 #Hans #Anna #Elsa #Kristoff #Prince Hans #Queen Anna #Snow Queen Elsa #Arendelle #Southern Isles #Enchanted Forest #Ahtohallan

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cure-typhoon · 8 months

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i know it probably isnt but i like to imagine that vriska and terezi are just space pirate hobos now

that would probably be great for them probably, i dont see either of them as the type to ''settle down'' and just stay in one place, but if we're talking about the Earth C au yeh they have a different outcome

Terezi right now is still looking for Vriska in paradox space and though for her just a few years went by, for the rest of the cast is has been like 20 years since they last saw her.

Because she went back into the game before they did the jump in time into the future, they look for info of her in history books just in case she came back years later after they jumped in time.

Sadly they havent found anything and are not sure if she was in the game or she came back to Earth C. Terezi is 23 right now

Vriska's status is still uknown

#homestuck #earth c au #terezi pyrope #vriska serket

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❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜ Cain to Abaddon :|

meme status: accepting. meme source: uknown.

cain might have her at a disavantage in her current position.

or at least, it might look that way, given the fact she had her hands tied behind her back. but this is abaddon, and the demon has never once allowed her position to show weakness. she has been in worst situations before, and she always comes out on top. but this wasn't a situation she didn't want to be in, in the first place. oh, no. she wanted to be right here, with cain, playing games. he was one of the few beings in all of creation she could submit some part of herself to. she fought the whole time, of course, and she'd try and gain control the second she saw an opening... but she does so enjoy that look he has on his face, when he thinks he's in control. it's so fucking hot.

❝ do you know how sexy you look right now? ❞ all she can think about is sex, with him around, acting the way he is. even if it's her blood on his knuckles, the only thing on her mind is having him. ❝ don't act like you don't enjoy being bossed around. ❞ she moved a bare foot up his leg, her eyes settling on his crotch. ❝ but alright, i'll continue to play along, even though we both know how this is going to end. i enjoy the foreplay just as much. ❞ she pressed her foot into his crotch, and laughed at his reaction, throwing her head back as she did. this was abaddon in her element, even if her hair was dishevelled and messy, even if she was bruised and bleeding. and he knew that. he knew she was still somewhat in control.

#murderdeals #other . . . abaddon.#meme file . . . abaddon.#meme thread . . . abaddon & cain.#answered meme.#answered ask.#pls feel free to turn this into a thread!

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Au! Where all of the Bridgerton siblings have their storyline being swapped with each other.

Daphne and Simon with Anthony storyline

Anthony and Kate with Daphne storyline

Benedict and Sophie with Colin storyline

Colin and Penelope with Benedict storyline

Eloise and Phillip with Francesca storyline

Francesca and Michael with Eloise storyline

Gregory and Lucy with Hyacinth storyline

Hyacinth and Gareth with Gregory storyline

There's the role reversal I've been waiting on.

Saphne: Instead of declaring that the Hastings line will end with him Simon spitefully vows that he would be better than his no-good father ever could be. He comes back to the ton a few years later than he did in the original just in time for Eloise's first season. Simon hearing of the challenge Miss Eloise Bridgerton presents and how head strong she can be, decides she will be the perfect duchess. Daphne, is on the verge of spinster hood due to being too friendly with suitors and no proposals. She sees this absolute rake, one who is best friends with her capital R rake of a brother and goes oh hell no. Daphne forgets about finding a husband to protect her little sister from that bloody rake, and even pulls in Anthony as back up. Meanwhile Colin and Eloise are playing their own matchmaking game this season as they try to set up Simon and Daphne.

Kathony: Anthony does not wish to marry, terrified that he will die young and if he were to ever fall in love what that early death would do to his wife. He goes to balls to help with pairing off his siblings, especially his brothers who he plans on one of their sons being the next Viscount Bridgerton. Sadly, Violet is hell bent on seeing all her children married, including her eldest child. Kate needs to marry for her sister. Edwina has dreams of love and Kate refuses to let her sister marry for anything less. That means Kate has to make a good match who will help Edwina financially. Sadly, being debuted at an older age does not help Kate out. Anthony and Kate come to a deal, pretend to court and while men will be flocking to Kate believing she caught the eye of the Bridgerton Head, Anthony will be left alone to wrangle his siblings. Though the game might get a little too real for them.

Benophie: Sophie had been claimed by her titled father but has been mostly ignored by society due to her status as an illegitimate child and has fallen into spinster hood. She is a childhood friend of Daphne and has been in love with Benedict for years. Uknown to many in society she is the infamous social cartoonist Miss. Caricaturist, who may use the likeness of members of the ton a little too well. Benedict meanwhile has been trying to find his place and has been bouncing from different art styles and different teachers. After ten years of her work Sophie has decided to lay down her pencil when the hunt for her identity now comes with a prize of 10,000 pounds. Benedict is now getting closer Sophie, especially when he begins to suspect that his own sister, Francesca is Miss. Caricaturist. Neither of them knows how close Benedict is to learning the truth.

Polin: Due to her father's gambling debts, and her family being in poverty, Portia had sent Penelope to work as soon as she could but refused to let anyone know that she was a Featherington and ruin their image. Now going by Penelope Fisher, she has secured herself work as a governess. Penelope's latest workplace is the Bridgerton home where she is teaching young Hyacinth. It was frankly one of the better jobs she had, she just had to avoid her mother and Colin, who happened to live in the home she currently worked. Colin on the other hand has been looking for his lady in green. They had met at his mother's ball a year ago, and Colin was immediately smitten, had even paused in his traveling to look for her. She had become his muse, writing poetry dedicated to her image in between editing his travel journals. It's only a matter of time before Colin realizes the lady in green and Hyacinth's governess is the same person.

Philoise: Eloise had fallen in love with George Crane and married him. She been happily married for two years and then her husband had died in Spain during battle. The person there with her through it all is his brother, Sir Phillip Crane, now the new lord of Romney Hall. Phillip has been in love with Eloise for years but hid it due to his older brother also being in love with Eloise. They had met when George and Eloise were still courting. Phillip had actually met Eloise at a ball that George dragged him to, unaware that she was his brother's beloved. The two have grown closer since George's death, feelings are emerging and becoming stronger. Both feel guilt at the thought of falling in love when the ghost of George Crane still very much present. The tension though is getting hard to ignore.

Franchael: Francesca was comfortable with living her life as a spinster. It's not that she didn't want to get married, but she wanted love like the rest of her siblings. After the death of her cousin in Scottland Francesca had sent out a letter of condolence to her cousin's widower, Michael Sterling, and they began a yearlong correspondence. Michael a widowed father needed a mother figure for his child, and not just a merry rake father. So, he proposed to Francesca, asking to meet and promising that a chaperon would be at the property, all she had to do was write back when she was coming. He did not expect her to show up on his doorstep all the way in Scottland. With her sister remarrying, Francesca had decided that this was her only chance to find love and snuck off to meet the Earl of Kilmartin.

I'm going to let someone else do the role reversal for Grucy and Hyareth. I don't know their stories well enough to do a reversal. I know the bare basics, but not enough details until I get their books.

#role reversal au #saphne #polin #kathony #benophie #franchael #philoise #bridgerton

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pmdthehumanconnection · 2 years

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Foorptint and Uknownic runes, bereft of character ranting. Unknownic is obviously a stand in for the English alphabet, but Footprint Runes are not a clear cut swap. Certain letters either don't exist or have to use other letters instead (Such as the letter c having to be used in place of k and x, and the silent letter h not existing in footprint at all). For particular sounds in words this does mean that certain footprint runes have to be combined together (c and u to make q, for example). Furthermore, the Footprint writing system also features heavy use of contractions and does not use double letters; this results in a written language that is somewhat context heavy. The footprint rune system is heavily based on the English alphabet and grammar structure, but there are enough differences from Pokémon developing their own written system off of it that for a first time viewer it can seem unrecognizable.

First Page of Chapter One

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#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #the human connection #extra material #lore!#unown #footprints and unknownic #yes #the author is aware that footprint runes feel out of us in PMD lore #PMD Sky and Super called it an ancient language #in this comic they have just come back in use.

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b1g-ju1cy · 8 months

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Ooohhh scugs ocs are a band... Ooohhhh

I had some ideas about making them be in a band, genre? Electronic probably. They don't have a name but I've thought of something like explosive sugar (??) idk, names are hard.

(tap read more to see more about them)

This is all an anthro like au, but they have schools. The places where they live are probably metropolis and Moon's metropolis. I also thought that NSH and SRS also had scugs in their metropolis, but the language the scugs talk is not english, but something like spanish (SRS) and Portuguese (NSH)

Basically the iterators metropolis are kinda like countries, and Moons and Pebbles are both kinda connected so they are a bigger "country" than the other iterators

(canon character are around 27-34 human years old in this au)

(He/They) Inkii is the leader and creator of the band, they all met in highschool, and instantly became friends since they all liked music. They eventually formed a band for fun and to get money. Their biology is strange. Their skin is always dripping some kind of black liquid that is very very similar to the ink. The reasons why his skin does this are uknown. They also don't have any pupils, their eyes are just a cyan stare. They have a younger sibling, and he has a crush on Linu. Inkii plays the bass. They are an adult (19)

(They/its) Samdía is one of the main electric guitarists in the band. Their skin looks and feels kinda like a watermelon. ("Sandía" is watermelon in spanish, and the name "Sam" so i kinda fused those two things :-)). They have an older brother, but we wont talk about him. Samdía loves the scene aesthetic, and always wears clothings like scenecore. When they type, they replace the s for z, and example would be "hello guyz!! whatz up!!". They also use keyboard emoticons like ":3, XD, X3", their face are made of emoticons, so they don't have a regular face. They are an adult (20)

(She/them) Flow is a laid back slugcat, with two horns and a curious tail. They are always tired no matter how much they sleep. She usually has her tongue out, and she usually goes everywhere with her headphones. They are a big sanrio fan, specially Gudetama. She also knows a lot about computing, programming and editing. She usually edits the songs and add sounds to the songs, kinda like a DJ. She also knows how to play the drums, she sometimes plays it. They have no siblings, and their parents are never home. They are an adult. (20)

(He/Him) Linu is a very kind and nice scug. They are extremely light, due to their body is kinda like a cloud, so when they jump they usually jump higher than usual. They are the second guitarist of the band, but he is usually the main singer. He is also transgender, but their parents don't fully support him. His sibling is Enot (canon character.) Enot is around 27 while Linu is 18.

(She/He) Reichell likes to hang around places, she likes to do silly jokes and tease Inkii, she knows Inkii likes Linu. She likes to protect his friends, and makes sure everyone is included. She has a habit of caring more for the others than to herself. She plays the electric piano. She's usually aggressive with strangers. Even tho her personality is aggressive and kinda annoying sometimes, she's very good at comforting people and helping other. She's an adult (21)

EXTRAS:

they usually stay at someone's house (usually Inkii's) to practise together

They vc if they are not together

Pancrasio (Inkii's little sibbling) sometimes hang out with them, since most of the times, Inkii has to take care of them

Take in mind that this is still a wip, things may change in the future

#rain world #rain world oc #rain world ocs #rainworld #rainworld downpour #rain world au #rainworld au #rainworld ocs #rainworld oc

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starsnheroes · 9 months

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Memes & Ask Box Prompts -> Accepting // @cosmicxroyal here's what happens when a strange little not-girl stumbles upon Chronos -> "step, seek, and proceed." (for singularity?)

NOT BEING BOUND BY ANYTHING BUT THE LIMIT OF HER LIMITLESS MEANT THIS ENTITY COULD END UP IN PLACES UKNOWN.

The singularity ends up in an outer galaxy far way from the pull of the Earths where her friends are. Now what answer that Singularity could not make out if she was within in the same universe as the universe upon which her friends were in (given the multiverse factored into her teleportation); although she had friends all across said multiverse of many different earths and galaxies. Time traveling made that all very confusing as well.

HERE WAS NEW. HERE WAS DIFFERENT.

She knows she must have startled the locals of this piece of this particularly galaxy, the Singularity does not portal out of escape when confronted with a regal looking woman on the board of this woman's spacecraft. SHE'S TRYING TO HOLD STILL, FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.

〞HELLO !!〝

A step is taken forward, than she look towards the device that she must look into and then proceeds forward, reaching out her hand towards the woman. 〞DETERMINED FRIEND?〝 Have I been determined to be friendly? Knowing after one too many first contact encounters that people were easily startle and not as trusting as the Singularity was.

#ic; singularity #asks; singularity #cosmicxroyal #rp; cosmicxroyal #singularity; cosmicxroyal #thank you for this ! have a little blue friend in chronos <3

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yourlocalsimpsonsandsanriofan · 1 year

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For her. (Bucky's backstory part 1)

Bucky sits down on the couch and stares blankly at the tv. He's had a hard day of work. It's getting tougher and tougher to pay the mortgage. His work hours were cut short since his wife has passed away recently. Milo hasn't had a good time either, he's been mostly just walking around the house sulking. He doesn't even wanna play with his toys. His wife's name was Sappho, and she died from an uknown disease. It was heartbreaking to hear that she wouldn't make it. Just a few weeks prior to her death, she started having panic attacks out of nowhere and throwing up her food every time she ate. She was basically bedridden, since her legs were very weak. She could barely move. Bucky tried to give her water, but she couldn't keep that down either. This went on for two weeks. Milo would come over to his mother and sit on the side of the bed and read her bedtime stories, or stories in general. He did that every night until she was dead. Bucky woke up the night she died after having a nightmare. He tried to wake Sappho up, but she wasn't breathing. She was dead. And thats all he could think about lately. He reaches down and picks up one of his home designing plans. That house was meant for him, Sappho and Milo to build together. But now.. That dream will never be accomplished. He sighs. He misses her so much. Milo tries to sneak down the stairs, but fails after one of the boards squeak. He pauses. "Dad?" He asks. Bucky turns to look at him. "Yes, son?" Milo continues walking down the stairs and sits next to his dad. He looks Bucky right in the eyes. Bucky knows this look. Whenever he has this look, he asks something difficult. "Will mommy ever come back?" He asks. Yep. He knew it. Difficult. "No.. She's somewhere else now." Milo sits a bit closer. "Where?" This is a hard question to ask, for sure. "Probably in an eternal paradise." He answers. "And where is that?" Milo asks. "In the sky, or in space probably." Milo sat there, silent for a moment. He knew what death was, but he never got the whole understanding for it. He thought only death was temporary, like a phase. "I miss mom.." Milo rests his head against his fathers shoulder. Bucky sighs. "Me too buddy. Me too."

It's been a month now, and money is even more tighter than before. He's running out of money for food, so now the two just eat once a day. Milo is always saying he's hungry, and Bucky is always saying he's trying. Just a few days ago, the house finnaly got taken away by the bank. He has 30 days to leave or he'll get forcibly kicked out.. or even worse... jail. Milo is even more sad than ever. When he packs up his things, he starts to cry. He misses his mom, and soon he'll miss the only home he's ever known. At least he still has his dad.

Bucky wakes up to his alarm clock. Today is the day. Today is the day that him and his son have to leave. He slowly gets up out of bed. He sighs. He's really going to miss this place. He looks around in his room for a moment. This is one last good look before he'll have to leave. His picks up the moving boxes off the ground and goes to the van. As he's going to the van, he stops to just look at the house. This is it. He slowly loads the boxes into the van. He closes the trunk, and goes back inside to wake up his son. He slowly opens the door to Milo's room. He gently pushes Milo. "C'mon buddy. We gotta go" Milo opens his eyes. "Already..?" He rubs his eyes. Bucky nods. "I'm afraid so.. But I did find an apartment we could live in at least" he lightly smiles at him to lighten up the mood, but it doesn't help. Milo starts sobbing. He really, really doesn't wanna leave. Bucky sits down next to him. "Look.. I know it's hard. It's been hard for me too. But.. This is the step we need to take. Even if it's hard. And besides, we have each other to get us through." Milo still sobs, but he sobs less. "I'm really s-scared.." He stutters. "I know, I am too. To be honest with you, I'm really scared. But we need to do this. Do this for mom. This is what she would've wanted." Milo stops sobbing and rubs his eyes. Bucky lightly taps his furry back. "That's my boy." He smiles at him, then gets up and walks to the van. Milo sits there for a moment, looking around at his room. He picks up his baseball cap that he got for his tenth birthday. Dad didn't have lots of money at that time, so all he could afford was a baseball cap. He also got a cupcake, which was supposed to be his birthday cake, but again, money was tight. Milo puts on the baseball cap and grabs his stuffed bird. His mother gave that to him when he was little. The light green colors have faded into a gray, since he's had it so long. He treasures it very much.

After a few minutes, Milo walks out to the car and sits in the passenger seat of his dads truck. "You ready to go, buddy?" Milo takes one long, last good look at the house and nods. "For mom." Bucky smiles and agrees. "For mom."

#fursona #furry #backstory #oc #oc backstory #backstory part one #sad #let me know what you think of it please!

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