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sapphicdragons-4 · 1 month

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my bio! (long post)

Hi! You can call me Vi. I use she/her (or they/them if you’re feeling boisterous). Any gendered compliments are welcome, but creature-related ones are encouraged! I’m also very leftist, athiest, socialist, and a punk-in-training. (i despise the government and society to some extent, but i am mostly a law-abiding citizen and a fucking coward)

Gender: thingy? I identify along the lines of xenogirl, paragirl, agender, and genderfluid. I don’t stress it too much :3

I am femme-leaning omni and aro; i have a few microlabels but im fine saying just that. I am also hypersexual (not traumagenic).

Nonhuman identities: I am an Aqua dragon (original species). It fits somewhere between othermidst, othervague, heartedlink, otherkin, otherlink, and fictionkin, but is strong enough that I consider myself dragonkin. Because of this, I am avianhearted, canine and feline simil, have a lush forest hearthome, and feel very connected to bodies of water, the sun, the moon, the sky, and thunderstorms.

Hobbies: I enjoy drawing, crafting, jewelry making, sculpting, biking, gaming, swimming, frolicking, collecting, doing quads, and just doing other gooberish activities :D

Music: I have no set music taste, but a few of my favorite artists are sign crushes motorist, Alex G, Duster, 0neheart, 6arelyhuman, Odetari, Mac DeMarco, Nirvana, cavetown, mazie, dandelion hands, Strawberry Guy, Other Nothing, Paramore, Eyedress, Suicidal Tendencies, Lyn Lapid, Louie Zong, a little bit of Billie Eilish, the Hazbin Hotel soundtrack, the Heathers soundtrack, Surf Course, Starry Cat, Lovejoy (don’t listen to it anymore, but it sounded good), Penelope Scott, a little bit of The Cardigans, and i should probably stop now before you shrivel up and walk off. If you have any band reccomendations, send them my way!

Fandoms: Too many to count, but my mains are Wings of Fire, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Heathers, She-ra (new), The Owl House, Amphibia, Creatures of Sonaria, The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley, Newsies, Your Boyfriend, and Subnautica. I am also a furry :3

I am also very involved in communities such as alterhuman, alternative, neurodivergent, and punk, but these are not fandoms.

I live in the midwestern U.S.

This account is geared towards teens and young adults. If you’re over 30 and we haven’t interacted, probably let me give you a vibe check before you follow

i’m a bit of a chronic attention seeker, and will do things or amplify things sometimes that might be subconciously for attention. please be patient, and don’t be rude to me when it happens, i have quite a few microtraumas surrounding this :/

will be fine with people goofin off in my asks!

might do commisions for sketches, doodles, moodboards, backgrounds, and maybe stimboards.

Tag system!

#kaeposting - kin stuff! #kaecreates - stuff I made that relates to my kintype

#kaefrolicks - picures or videos of the forest, and maybe videos of quads in the future

#kae rambles - dragon go bla bla bla

#vi’s updates - updates about my life

#vi’s passion projects - crafts because slay

#vi’s wonderful world of pretty things - pretty pictures of scenery, jewelry I love, and maybe some outfits. room maybe

#eye of the storm wings of the heart - pretentious ahh name. storm stuff, nice water sounds, avianhearted stuff, basically all my secondary kin things

#+££+|~| - vents. typically angry due to my nature, under the cut with a warning. stylized “teeth”

#€|@\/\/$ - vents. typically obsessive thoughts and talking about hypersexuality. stylized “claws”

#aqua dragons 🪷 - info on or relating to my favorite lil creatures! lilypad as to not to be confused with shrimp or water dragons.

This is a safe place for queer, MOGAI, LGBTQIA, POC, alterhuman, ALL systems, endels, lycanthropes, zooanthropes, physical nonhumans, neurodivergent people (not just ADHD and autism! [them too] ALL! /friendly) anti-contact AND pro-treatment paraphiles (both at once and ONLY both at once. pro-contact, anti-treatment, or both, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PAGE.) , age and pet regressors, people with kinks, so on and so forth. I can’t think of many others, but the rule of thumb is:

If you either don’t wan’t to, or don’t, hurt others, you’re fine. Example: Nonhumans with a prey drive getting the urge to kill small animals without following through, and people with mental illnesses / personality disorders hurting others without meaning to and feeling remorse. You are loved, and you are safe here.

DNI: Bigots, transphobes, homophobes, anti-feminists, radfems, TERFS, paraphiles mentioned previously, conservative people, extensively religious, anti-endel/clinical ‘thropes, antifurries, antikins, and other generally dislikable people. tryna use mild language ‘cause this varies wildly in severity.

And I would prefer if Abrahamic religion was kept out. It’s fine to believe in that god, but I would prefer if it wasn’t brought up much on this blog. thank you for your consideration :)

and I think that’s all! I’ll link the Guide to Aqua Dragons below when I make it! thank you for your time.

#kaeposting #kaecreates #kaefrolicks #vi’s updates #vi’s passion projects #vi’s wonderful world of pretty things #eye of the storm wings of the heart #aqua dragons 🪷#kae rambles #alterhuman #nonhuman #+££+|~|#€|@\/\/$

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rotary-supercollider · 7 months

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Voice acting is fun but coming up with stuff to voice act is hard so I’m putting it out there that if you liked anything I’ve voiced and want some more, please come on in, request something. Just send me an ask or a dm or reply to this post or some other way of yelling at me. Can be a page from aurora or a meme or a screenshot of a Reddit post or whatever else you want! I’m just a silly little guy I’m just goofin around

#ro #comic aurora #voice acting

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ro4dlj · 9 months

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Hi! Apologies for the lack of posts..I’ve honestly been kind of drained out but i’m still working on a new project I hope you all will like! I’m more active on twitter.. but to be honest I feel like it’ll be anytime soon until I quit it lol, the whole blocking being removed thing is probably gonna make me leave considering my experiences with weirdos in certain fandoms.. however here’s a little WIP of my newest project!

Like twitter i’ll probably make another alt account for wips and other stuff of me just goofin’, unsure but it’s most likely!

Anywho, I guess i’ve been blabbering too much..i’ll see you guys soon! Stay fresh!

#sorry for the rant #but i promise my next post will be my art #at least i hope haha #art wip

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kalliyen · 3 years

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Headcanon #1

•Enhypen when you’re unexpectedly run into your ex while out on a date with them•

Pairing: Enhypen x reader

Gender: Neutral

Word Count: 1,182 words + emojis

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✿ Lee Heeseung 🦌✿

✿ grocery dates was very common with u both

✿ so you too was in the grocery store at the mall yk buyin groceries doin ur own thing~

✿ u separate ways for a lil while..he was in the ramyeon aisle (ain’t surprised ✌️✨) and you was in the chips aisle.

✿ when u like bump into someone and was like gonna apologize then you saw ur ex’s ugly ass lookin face and went 😬.

✿ luckily for you, you had a knight in shining armor to rescue you.

✿ “hey babe I found this new ramyeon packet and I really wanted to try….it….”

✿*hee looks at you and then ur ex u ur ex then u ur ex and u ur ex (u get it)*

✿“Hee! Oh, can I see that? Oh maybe we can try that sometime…” you say avoiding eye 👁 contact with ur ex and pulling Heeseung away to the next aisle

✿“Angel, what and who the heck was that???” “Sorry Hee, that was my ex and I really didn’t wanna see him in the grocery store of al places 😓”

✿ Baby went “oh, ok” and continued the rest of ur grocery shopping date.

✿ Would ask u questions abt ur ex back at home 🏡 though.

✿Park Jay/Jongseong 🦅✿

✿ u and mister Jay was at a shoe store (cause we all know he loves shoes 👟😒✋)

✿ u saw this really cute shoe and wanted to see one that was in ur size.

✿ so u walked up to one of the employees askin him bout if there was a shoe in ur size until u stopped mid sentence and went “oop- I’m so sorry”

✿ u kinda panicked and went to Jay tugging him outta the shop

✿ manz was so confused like “baby?? What’s goin on? Why’d u pull me out?? Did something happen?” He was so confused 😐 like fr fr

✿ u finally explained to him that he was ur ex and ur past relationship didn’t really end well so u didn’t wanna see the dude rn..

✿ plz ✋😭 he was so patient and understanding when u was explaining to him and was like “ahh I see” (probs teased u a bit cause cmon it’s Jay) so u went to another shoe shop-

✿ Sim Jake/Jaeyun🐶 ✿

✿ jake decided to take his precious dog 🐕 ,Layla on a walk.

✿ he wanted you to come with him so y’all can hang out and do sweet couple stuff

✿ so u two were walkin talkin to each other bout ur day an all

✿ when you see a very familiar face then u go 🤭

✿ then u hide ur face in Jake’s shirt he was like “?????”

✿ u explained when u both got home and he understood immediately (didn’t question u abt ur ex tho cause he knows ur not really comfortable talkin bout em)

✿ Park Sunghoon 🐧 ✿

✿ it would be rude of me if I didn’t say you two went on an ice skating ⛸ date

✿ so yeah that’s exactly what u two we’re doing

✿low key Sunghoon showing of his skills to u to impress u but yeah…

✿ when u was goofin off tryna copy his spins and tricks u fell on ur bottom and it hurt

✿ just before Sunghoon could help u up someone beat you to it

✿ his face was lookin like “😐👊”

✿ ofc u say thank you and when u clearly sees his face u go “🤐🤐”

✿ so u quickly skate away and Sunghoon catches up to you

✿ ofc asks what was wrong

✿ u explain and he low key teases you a bit but ofc won’t take it too far

✿ Kim Sun-oo 🦊✿

✿ you guys were in a bath and body works are sumn buying facial masks moisturizers and all that jazz

✿ he found this item that looked nice and asked u to ask the cashier what price it was cause he was still lookin for some other stuff

✿ ofc being the good s/o you are u go and ask the cashier

✿ but when u see the cashier u we’re along the price ur face went “😱” like a deer caught in headlights

✿ so u get the price, say thank u to the cashier and practically ran back to Sunoo

✿ she a runner 🏃‍♀️ she a track star 💪

✿ he noticed u liked a little pale so he asked u what’s wrong then u explain

✿ then he giggles 🤭

✿ g i g g l e s

✿ mf giggles

✿ lovingly ofc cause u looked so cute 🥰

✿ how do u look cute when ur pale? Idk 🤷‍♀️

✿ Yang Jungwon 🐈 ✿

✿ honestly u two weren’t that big on dates outside

✿ but u two were so bored so u said why not

✿ so now ur here in the department store at the mall looking at whatever

✿ for some odd reason you were looking at the utensils 🍴 and plates they had on display

✿ guess who bumped into a plate and dropped it on the floor out of there clumsiness???

✿ you that’s who 🤭😙

✿ Jungwon was like 😨😨😨😨

✿ you were like 😨😨😨😨😱😱😱😱 too

✿ guess who was there and saw the whole thing in front of there 👀??

✿ ur ex

✿ who worked at said department store 🏬

✿ ofc u had to pay for it

✿ and so u did

✿ get ready for a big lecture from Jungwon!!!

✿ in conclusion Jungwon doesn’t let you go near the glass or display items anymore 🥰🥰🥰

✿ Nishimura Riki 🐆 ✿

✿ like Heeseung u was in the grocery store

✿ shopping for ingredients for a bunggeopang making date at home

✿ Riki wanted to go with the original ingredients

✿ while u wanted to spice it up a little

✿ well not literally

✿ so I went on searching for that ingredient u wanted to add to ur bunggeopang

✿ and u just couldn’t find it

✿ so logically u asked a person who worked there

✿ now here’s the twist

✿ all the workers were blue with a white collar, yeah?

✿ so u found a guy that had that same shirt 👔

✿ surprise surprise u asked the wrong guy

✿ and if it wasn’t any worse u ran into the person u had a previous relationship with

✿ u kept on apologizing and they kept saying it was 👌 ok

✿ so then u zoom it’s there lookin for Riki

✿ u find him and he sees ur panting a bit

✿ “bub, what happened to u? U look like u ran a marathon”

✿ “sorry I saw my ex and sprinted here”

✿ “ah ok 👍 so which bunggeopang ingredients did u want?”

✿ literally un phased at all cause he knows u 💕 love 💕 him now!

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿

A/n: first time doing this so sorry if it sucks 😀🤙

P.s. I was doin this while their album was on shuffle 🔀

P.s.s this is in no way in any form to condone dating these boys, this is merely a work of fiction which my stupid brain pooped out.

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ravenadottir · 3 years

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‘hamilton’ characters as s2 islanders

ok, so thanks to @deuchess‘ drawing for regency noah, now i can’t stop picturing him as hamilton. this is a very self indulgent list, because the dynamics are too cool to be ignored, and the repetition of some characters are even funnier when is the islanders lol some choices have meaning behind them, some don’t. it is what it is. like i said, self indulgent. this is all about the musical.

upside: ALL THE ISLANDERS IN THOSE OUTFITS. HELLO??? people in them are hot, and it’s better to have people of today wearing them, being perfectly showered and teeth brushed. i’m kinky, not a savage.

downside: there’s no downside.

hamilton as noah. romantic and idealistic. has a weak spot for discussionist women and can’t hold it in his pants, at all times. will eventually die because of how smart and idealistic he is. i know there’s traces they don’t share, like being sort of a player, but overall, i need to see noah seinging “gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son.” that’s reason enough!

lafayette as bobby. the fight for justice, the energy, the vibes, and dancing all around the stage, goofing around with mulligary? excuse me while i cry because that will never be a real thing. jefferson: petty jefferson with bobby’s looks rapping in the cabinet bit? i would die for this man. on ‘reynolds’ pamphlet’ he bounces that ass on the desk and joins in with lucas and gary to completely shit all over alexander-noah. sign me up. sending kisses to the audience, yes!!

hercules mulligan as gary. brute and funny, still with an ideal in his sleeve and thirst to be freed. massive and jumping from behind the flags? a treat for sore eyes. close friends with lafayette, laurens and hamilton, joking around how noah’s on a leash and overall, drinking and spitting beats with his mates. madison having fun with bobby jefferson on the “reynolds’ pamphlet”? immaculate!

laurens as ibrahim. bright eyes and eager to end slavery. innocent look on his face but just as destructive, close to lafayette and mulligan, playfully becoming close friends to hamilton while having a laugh. philip hamilton ladies’ man. when he’s 19, he dies in a duel, defending his father’s honor, by aiming at the sky, just like alexander taught him. he dies with honor and never gets to bang the dancers. sounds like something ibrahim would do. lol

eacker as shannon. because he shoots philip hamilton lol

george washington as marisol. strategic and intelligent. leading the whole pack her own way, and it actually works because she’s here to take what she wants. plus, marisol in that AMAZING outfit. excuse - me!

burr as lucas. i just really need to see a pissed off lucas singing in a musical, it’s all. i wouldn’t mind seeing him in almost every song of the musical, and the vulnerability and charm of someone who just can’t win? angst lucas is the best! ok, second best!

angelica as mc. discussionist, on the same intelectual level of hamilton, and he longs for her just as much as she does for him. they never get together but they’re buried "together”. they understand each other on a different level, besides the heart, and it seems his life would’ve been far different if angelica was his wife.

eliza as hope. hamilton marries her even though he longs for angelica. they have kids but he was never satisfied. he loved her, she forgave him, but still. at some level he knew his heart (and other things) belonged to eliza’s sister.

peggy as chelsea. COME ON. it has to be! the little sister, chaotic energy as fuck, so innocent! it’s her!

king george as jakub. PFFFFFFF. spits when he talks, that’s just a headcanon. besides, he just wants to see everything go to shit. the little dance? AAAAH i would die if a massive bloke like thim delivered those moves!! the psycho look? that’s jakub!

the guy laurens shoots as rocco, because why not? incompetent, negligent... he can get bent.

season 3′s entire cast is dancing, because that’s all they know how to do. i’ll let tai have a place under the spotlight though. at all times! except for the “reynolds’ pamphlet”, where the dancers have a mind of their own, not following any choreography. he can be the guy that humps the air, in the middle of the stage.

i’m a little in between the choices for mc and hope, and if i should invert both. but i think i’m right. I THINK LOL

do all of these make sense? not at all. but i want a female george washington and the boys goofin’ around on stage. drop yours in the comments or tags, ‘cause now i’m curious about what would be your choices if you dig this crossover lol

man, i think i’m high lol

#litg noah #litg bobby #litg gary #litg ibrahim #litg marisol #litg lucas #litg mc #litg hope #litg chelsea #litg jakub #litg rocco #litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg s2 #litg season 2 #queue

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supercasey · 4 years

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TF2 RED Headcanons by an idiot that can’t pay attention well enough to read the comics

Back on my bullshit, because I apparently can’t shut up tonight. This is gonna be a big, possibly in-cohesive mess, and will probably have more focus on Scout, Pyro, Sniper, and Spy since they’re my favs, but I still felt like writing down all my dumb headcanons/ideas regarding everyone’s favorite mercenaries (at the moment at least; I might make another post like this later on, hopefully after I’ve read the comics)! Sorry if any of these seem OOC, I’m just goofin’! (Putting this under a readmore because WOW this got LONG)

Every Sunday afternoon, Scout, Pyro, and eventually Sniper when he tells everyone that he's a trans guy, hold a makeshift “Trans Buddy Club” meeting, which mostly consists of Scout mindlessly rambling about drama on base, Pyro nodding along, and Sniper occasionally adding his two cents/spilling tea as well.

Scout can speak fluent French, on account of his mom making sure to teach it to him so he could have more of a connection to his dad, but no one found out until a little after Spy told Scout he was his dad. It wasn’t long after this that Scout revealed that this entire time, he’s known every single thing that Spy's ever said to him in French, but he didn't say anything because he thought it would be funny to keep the ruse going (also because he really liked being praised in secret). Cue Spy freaking tf out because oh no, now his kid knows that he's secretly a huge softie for not only his son, but his whole team.

Sometimes Spy and Scout talk shit in French right there in front of the team, but no one has any fucking idea what they’re saying and to be honest it’s pissing Soldier off the most, much to the father and son duo’s amusement.

Pyro secretly has a little black rabbit named Lucifer (Lucy for short) in their bedroom, which they only take out to get some fresh air and hop around very early in the morning, before anyone else is awake. The only people who know are Medic, Spy, and surprisingly enough Soldier, whose raccoons became friends with Lucy.

Sniper has a goldfish in his RV, but it died three months after he joined the team; he has no idea though because Miss Pauling replaces it every time one passes away, so now Sniper is convinced he has the world’s oldest goldfish.

Scout and Soldier both really want a dog, but they're not allowed to have one on-base. :(

((Heavy plans on sneaking a dog in next Christmas and no one can stop him. It’s gonna be a Border Collie named Bandit, and it gets the most attached to Scout and Heavy.))

Demo is no longer allowed to make mixed drinks for parties; the last time he did, he got everyone so shitfaced that they had to cancel work for three days in a row in order to recover from it.

Continuing off of that: drunk headcanons.

Demoman: Unassuming drunk. Acts like he usually does, unless he’s gotten particularly shitfaced for a party/event, in which case he’ll be slurring so bad that no one can understand him anymore.

Pyro: Giggly drunk. Is just laughing the whole fucking night at nothing in particular, which scares anyone who’s still sober. If they’re too far gone, they’ll start mumbling something that sounds like it’s in Spanish.

Spy: Party drunk. An absolute fucking mess, he’s trying to impress everyone and keep their attention on him, which usually leads to him standing on tables and dancing until he falls and passes out.

Sniper: Sleepy drunk. Out like a fucking light at the slighest bit of alcohol. If he wakes up and keeps drinking though, he’ll just be slurring like Demo, only with a lot more anger in his voice. Let him sleep, or he’ll fucking stab you to death.

Scout: Clumsy drunk. Bumps into anything and everything; eventually has to be given a sippy cup for his alcohol because he dropped three glasses in a row. Talks even faster than usual, until he accidentally fucking pukes on someone.

Soldier: Calm drunk. Instead of getting loud and aggressive like most would think/fear, he’s just… chillin'. Just watches the shitshow as it happens, not even laughing when people get hurt/fall down. Kinda terrifying if we’re being honest here.

Engineer: Depressed drunk. His depression goes through the roof if he has too much, so he doesn't drink more than a few beers if he can help it. If he does accidentally drink too much, he'll be sobbing his eyes out in no time flat.

Heavy: Cuddly drunk. It’s very, very hard to get him drunk, since he’s really good at holding his liquor, but if you do, he’s gonna be hugging and carrying everyone he can get his hands on; you can expect him to have Medic and/or Pyro on his lap once he’s drunk enough.

Medic: Angry drunk. He wants to start fights with fucking everyone, all his rage coming out once he’s had a few too many; god help anyone who tries to stop him. Luckily for all involved, Heavy is more than capable of holding him still until he tires himself out.

BONUS Miss Pauling: Dumbass drunk. With too many bottles in her, she’s gonna be the one shouting and encouraging Spy to act reckless, while also encouraging Engie to drink more because quitting is for losers. Will pass out within an hour or so of downing her first drink.

BONUS The Administrator: Stereotypical drunk. Slurring, stumbling, she’s got the whole nine yards, but she’ll be damned before she let’s anyone see her that messed up. Secretly sips wine at work.

Okay, back to my rambling.

My personal headcanon names and ages for Scout’s older brothers, going from oldest to youngest: Grant 34, Timothy 32, Jacob 31, Arthur 31, Patrick 30, Malcolm 27, Curtis 26, and Jeremy (Scout) 23.

((Also, I’mma go off on my headcanon personalities for them, which are based off of how I’ve tried portraying them in my "Jeremy" fic.))

Grant - 34 years old - Bisexual - Occupation: Veteran/Construction worker - Personality: the oldest of the bunch, he takes it upon himself to keep his little brothers in line/help Ma out as much as he can. Enlisted in the Air Force after he graduated high school, and still takes a lot of pride in his veteran status after serving overseas three separate times. The family peacemaker.

Timothy - 32 years old - Homosexual - Occuptaion: Cartoonist - Personality: the gentlest of his brothers, he often gets roped into helping Grant keep the pack from running too wild. Bit of a softie; loves his husband and loves his job. Closest relationship is with Scout. Doesn’t approve of Scout being a merc but is too scared to say so. The family heart.

Jacob - 31 years old - Heterosexual - Occupation: Freelance guitarist - Personality: the firstborn of the only set of twins, Jacob is a lot more abrasive and instigating than his twin brother. Can’t grow a beard for shit, which pisses him off. Doesn’t get along well with Timmy, despite them both being talented and devoted artists. The family sword.

Arthur - 31 years old - Pansexual - Occupation: Carpenter - Personality: the second born of the only set of twins, Arthur is far more outgoing and nonchalant than his twin brother. Has a beard and loves it more than life. Secretly has a boyfriend, but is too nervous to come out. Gets along better with Jacob after they’ve become adults. The family shield.

Patrick - 30 years old - Heterosexual - Occupation: Hairdresser - Personality: probably the least social of all of the brothers, he prefers staying out of sight and out of mind tbh. Used to practice cutting everyone’s hair when they were kids. Doesn’t talk to his brothers that much, mostly due to being busy/forgetting to call more. The family shadow.

Malcolm - 27 years old - Heteromantic Asexual - Occupation: Wrestler - Personality: the most aggressive and physically competitive of his brothers, there’s nothing he won’t do to win a fight, save for using weapons/lethal force. Hard to get along with, but he still loves his brothers to bits, and was overprotective of Scout when they were younger. The family instigator.

Curtis - 26 years old - Heterosexual - Occupation: Bartender - Personality: was a total fucking mama’s boy growing up, and constantly got in trouble with his brothers for tattling on them. Still argues with Scout every time they see each other. Wants to make Ma proud, but it’s hard for him to keep a job for very long. The family drifter.

Jeremy - 23 years old - Transmale Pansexual - Occupation: Mercenary - Personality: (This is mostly for how he was as a kid) was constantly following his brothers around (especially Malcolm) in hopes of getting in on the fun. Was always treated as the family baby, so everyone was a bit scared to wrestle/fight with him for fear of getting him hurt. Very close to Timmy and Ma. The family runt.

No one on RED team can fucking drive well, save for MAYBE Sniper, but even he hates doing it. Spy gets so goddamn mad within two seconds of driving, Pyro can't stop swerving, Scout drives like a 16 year old who hasn't realized their own mortality yet, Medic jumps at every little inconsistency on the road, Heavy shouts at other drivers for being too slow/fast, Demo's depth perception is shit, Engie drives like a 90 year old grandmother, and Soldier is fine except he will literally shoot at other drivers for tailgating him/cutting him off.

The whole team has designated “Team Bonding Days” thanks to Miss Pauling, which involves playing board games, card games, and video games (in a slightly more modernized AU) together… this, of course, goes badly sometimes. The worst incident they ever had was a bad game of Monopoly that almost ended Heavy and Medic's friendship.

Uno is forever banned from Team Bonding Days. No explanation is needed.

Off the battlefield and in the base, Miss Pauling had the team set up a chore wheel, which is only occasionally followed. Engie is the most dedicated to following it, while Demo and Sniper try everything in their power to avoid cleaning the base.

Spy sometimes disguises himself as other teammates in order to get out of doing his chores, which has led to a lot of shouting matches that ended in Spy being forced to admit it was his fault.

Spy's favorite teammates to disguise himself as are Engie and Scout. He likes being Engie because he gets to be more affectionate with people without being found out, and he can act as Scout incredibly easily due to knowing him so well (tbh he's so good at masquerading as Scout that it's scary).

For Halloween, everyone put their names in Soldier's hat, then proceeded to pull out other teammates’ names to dress up as for their Halloween party. I dunno exactly who would be who, except that Scout traded around to get Spy, steals one of Spy's suits, and just goes around the party bonking people with a plastic baguette he bought online and speaking in a purposefully bad accent.

Spy: Mon fils, you can speak perfect French and you fucking know it. Please stop making a fool of ton père.

Scout: Hohoho, wee wee, I am a fucking frog that gets pegged by baguettes, hoho!

((Spy is this fucking close to committing filicide.))

Everyone can actually cook pretty well, but only very specific things for each merc: Demo can mix and blend drinks (not just alcoholic ones) like it's nothing, Pyro and Heavy like baking, Medic can barbecue anything, Scout knows how to make a lot of shit from scratch (thanks, Ma), Spy and Engie can grill like the true dads they are, Soldier will deep fry every piece of food he eats, and Sniper makes the best soups and stews imaginable.

In order of least to most messy bedrooms: Spy, Heavy, Engie, Sniper, Pyro, Demoman, Medic, Scout, and Soldier. You'd think Scout's would be the worst, but Soldier's room looks like a literal fucking war-zone.

Even when they're not working but get injured in some way (namely from shenanigans/horseplay), people will straight up kill themselves in order to respawn without the injury. The pettiest thing anyone ever respawned off-duty for was Medic suiciding over a tiny ass paper cut.

Demoman is scarily competent at the weirdest of times. For instance, Engie was once trying to figure out how to fix an issue on one of his turrets, only for Demo to stumble over, completely shitfaced, and point out the problem as well as the solution, before passing out under Engie's worktable. Demo doesn't remember this at all.

The first time Engie swore in front of the team in excess (due to dropping a hammer on his foot while he was tinkering), everyone was absolutely horrified because they had only ever heard him say “fiddlesticks” and the like.

Medic's room may not be the messiest, but goddamn is his office a fucking bomb waiting to go off 90% of the time. No one but Medic can find anything in the mess, which is just fine by him.

Heavy likes to sing (mostly just to Sasha) when he's cleaning her in the locker room. The others try to be within hearing range when he does this, because holy fuck, Heavy is a very good singer! He mostly just sings soft songs/lullabies, so his singing is sometimes used by the team insomniacs to help them get some much needed rest.

Okay, another group one. The mercs during shopping trips together:

Demoman: Sneaks a shit ton of alcohol into the cart when no one's looking. Starts complaining if he has to be at the store for too long; will try and sneak away to go home at least once during the trip. Accidentally bumps into a display case and makes a huge fucking mess.

Pyro: Sits obediently in the cart the whole time, occasionally nabbing candy and stuffed animals off of nearby shelves. Will puppy-dog eyes their way into getting everything they grabbed, no matter how much it is.

Spy: Somehow managed to steal an employee uniform and he pretends to work at the store the whole trip; the other mercs keep accidentally falling for it and asking for his help. This all goes to shit when a Karen starts shouting at him over something he didn't do, and he straight up slaps her.

Sniper: King of forgetting wtf was on the list and just grabs shit on the grounds of “Doc said we needed milk, right?” and other such excuses. Knows where everything is despite never having come here before.

Scout: “Gimme the list, I can get everythin' in, like, ten minutes!” Wants to speedrun grocery shopping due to years of shopping with his mom and brothers. Will run loose if left unsupervised and accidentally bust ass on some spilled milk.

Soldier: The one who spilled the milk that Scout busts his ass on. Insists he knows where he's going, but doesn't. Gets into a fistfight with a soccer mom while everyone's waiting to check out; the soccer mom won.

Engineer: Has a full, printed list of everything the team needs, which is organized by aisle number. Is the one who gives into Pyro's begging. Team Dad; keeps an eye on everyone and stops the soccer mom from murdering Soldier.

Heavy: Pushes the cart the entire time. Spends way too money on stuff in the protein shake aisle. At one point runs the cart down the aisle and let's go because Pyro wanted him to, and it ends up crashing into Demo.

Medic: Argues with the pharmacists at the pharmacy counter. Got lost with Soldier until they found Scout unconscious, so he had to perform CPR in the dairy aisle and a fucking paramedic criticized him the whole time; the paramedic hasn't been seen since.

BONUS Miss Pauling: Tries to more or less chaperone this shitshow of a shopping trip. Starts out cheerful and happy, ends up threatening to put child leashes on every last one of these dumbasses.

After Spy taught him how to dance in Expiration Date, Scout goes to him occasionally for advice, such as how to change a tire, how to cook certain things, how tf to do laundry, etc. Spy secretly loves that Scout does this, and tries to help him as much as he can.

Everyone on the team has called Engie “Dad” at least once, even Spy and Medic. No one comments on it.

Medic has been known to go on hour long tirades about anti-vaxxers, with Engie sometimes joining in.

Heavy buys Pyro stuffed animals during his trips to visit his family, which has started a tradition of everyone buying Pyro stuffed animals/toys when they go somewhere without them. Pyro's room is starting to look like a preschooler’s dream bedroom.

Scout calls his mom every other Friday, and he’ll occasionally let his teammates talk to her. Soldier always goes on and on about how good a soldier Scout has been (Scout cries like a baby), Medic tells her about Scout’s latest injuries (Scout damn near chokes him over it), Sniper is just glad to talk to a mom who won’t scold him for the whole phone call, Pyro hums music while Scout’s Ma sings the lyrics for them, Heavy talks about living in huge families with her, Demo asks her how she’s doing and if he can help her out at all, Engie is polite and also praises Scout, and Spy just tells her he’ll call her later before hanging up (Scout punches him for being rude to his mama).

Spy calls Scout's mom on the Fridays that Scout doesn't, mostly to check on her and sometimes to get into some, uh, “steamy” conversations over the phone. Sniper overheard a conversation between them once and now he can't look Scout or Spy in the eyes anymore.

And that's all I've got for right now! I hope you all liked my stupid headcanons!

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orangeoctopi7 · 4 years

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Everyone Loves an Underdog

: Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3 : Chapter 4 :

The brothers were eternally grateful that Stan had his own car, so they didn’t have to endure a painfully awkward drive with Filbrick to the gym where the boxing match would be held. Their father took his own Oldsmobile.

“Uh, is the gym on the corner of Beach and Poplar, or Beach and Poppy?” Stan asked as they stopped at an intersection.

“I don’t know, you spent far more time there than I did.” Ford shrugged. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember how to get there?”

“It’s been over forty years and last summer I got my memory erased, cut me some slack, Sixer!”

“Ok, ok, relax! You know it’s off of Beach Street, right? So we just need to find Beach and drive up and down it until we find the right building.”

“Right. I can do that.” Stan assured himself.

They only had to turn around once before they found the gym. Luckily, there were plenty of cars parked outside signalling they had found the correct building. There were obviously some highly anticipated matches tonight. Stan doubted most of them were here for him, though. A three-round match between a couple of minors was hardly the kind of stuff people were clamoring to see.

“Did you two get lost on the way here?” Filbrick asked sarcastically.

“What? Hah, no!” Stan denied. “Ford thought he saw a UFO, we went a different route to see if we could get a better look at it.”

Ford rolled his eyes. Sure, throw me under the bus.

“You two need to stop wastin’ your time with that crap.” Filbrick grunted. “Now go get warmed up, or you’re gonna hurt yourself out there.”

“Good luck!” Ford told Stan as he made his way to the locker room.

“What, like I need it?” Stan called back.

Stanford followed his father into the stands, where they took a seat in the front row. A few spots had been reserved for the fighters’ family members and coaches.

“Hey there, Fil!” Stan’s coach said as he took a seat next to them. “Your Stanley sure likes to cut it close, doesn’t he? I mean, I know he’s more than a match for the Crampelter kid, but you’d think he’d give himself more than five minutes to warm up!”

“Yeah, he was busy goofin’ off with his brother here.” Filbrick inclined his head towards Ford.

“Oh, is that Stanford?” The coach asked sarcastically. “Yeah, I didn’t recognize you, it’s been so long.”

Ford rolled his eyes. It hadn’t even been a year, and he would have quit sooner if his father hadn’t been so insistent that it was “teaching important life skills”. The teen had only been able to convince his father to let him quit when he brought home brochures explaining that State Science Fair winners often won scholarships.

“What’s it been, five months since you quit? I thought you traded in your boxing gloves for a lab coat and test tubes?”

“I’m just here to support Stanley.” Ford answered stiffly.

“Sure, sure.” The coach turned his attention back to Filbrick. “Y’know, Fil, you’re a lucky guy. You got two very talented sons. One’s got all the brains, the other’s got all the brawn! Makes me wonder what’s left for the third one!”

The two men chuckled over the joke.

“Yeah, I would be lucky, if either of ‘em had the sense to put all that talent into something useful!” Filbrick replied. “Instead Stanley wastes all his winnings on that fancy car of his, and Stanford’s got his head in the clouds, dreamin’ about UFO’s and monsters. And they both waste all their time tinkerin’ with that old wreck they found on the beach. It was cute when they were little, but they’re both about to graduate from highschool! It’s high-time they grew out of it!”

“I’m right here.” Ford hissed.

“...What was that?” Filbrick asked, although it was clear he knew exactly what his son had just said.

“I’m sitting right here! I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking about me as if I wasn’t!”

The two older men stared at the teen for a moment, their shock apparent even in the dim light of the stands.

“Finally standin’ up to your old man, eh?” Filbrick finally said. “Maybe you learned something here after all.”

The coach and Filbrick moved on to talking about the other matches that were taking place that night, leaving Ford to steam silently to himself.

I still have to live with him for at least another day. I’ll just have to bite my tongue until the Time Tape is fixed. Then I can say whatever I like to his gravestone.

* * *

By the time Stan got changed into his boxing gear, he didn’t have a lot of time to warm up. But he was a limber, 17-year-old kid. If he could take on a horde of zombies without warning at the age of 63, he could go a few rounds with Crampelter after only five minutes of warm up.

It felt like significantly less than five minutes when the bell rang that signaled it was his turn in the ring. He took one last swig of water from the fountain, popped in his mouth guard, and walked out the door into the waiting crowd. His coach was waiting for him at the ropes. And just behind the coach, in the front row, were Ford and Filbrick. Stan tried to smile at his brother through the mouthguard. Ford chuckled and smiled back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing our junior heavyweight match of the night!” the announcer called as the fighters entered the ring. “In the blue corner, weighing in at 254 pounds and six feet, seven inches tall, Dalton Crampelter!” There was a smattering of polite applause before the announcer continued “And in the red corner, weighing in at 210 pounds and 6 feet and an inch tall, Stanley Pines!” The crowd cheered. This may not have been the main event of the night, but people loved to see a little guy take on a big guy, even if Stan hardly qualified as a little guy in normal circumstances.

Crampelter glowered down at Stan as they both stepped to the center of the ring.

“Yhr hoing doon, Mines!” Ever the bully, Crampelter always had to get a taunt in, no matter how stupid he sounded trying to talk through his mouthguard. Stan just rolled his eyes and smirked.

The referee approached them, looking completely exasperated. He’d worked here since before these two rivals first started boxing lessons, and he knew their history. “Alright you two, I don’t want a repeat of last time. Don’t make me pull you blockheads appart. At least try to beat each other up within the established rules. I’ve lectured you both on them so many times, I shouldn’t need to repeat them again.”

"I hon't if he hon't." Stan mumbled.

Crampelter just sneered.

The ref stepped back and held up his hands. The bell rang, and the match started.

Stan made a jab for Crampelter right away. The bully had been expecting it, and blocked. They continued to exchange jabs for a few seconds, neither penetrating the other’s defenses, until Stan successfully faked Crampelter out, twitching his left hand down and popping the bully in his right temple the moment his guard was down. The ref blew the whistle.

“Hard blow to the head, point red!”

The two contestants stepped back. Stan could hear cheers from Ford and his coach behind him. He could also hear Crampelter’s coach yelling obscenities from across the ring.

They squared up again and the bell for the second round rang. This time, Crampelter came out swinging. Stan blocked the blow, but there was so much force behind it, it sent a jolt of pain through his arm. That’s gonna bruise in the morning. He had to take a step back to keep his footing, and Crampelter took advantage of the momentary loss of balance to drive another punch in, this time aiming for Stan’s gut. He turned his body just in time to dodge the brunt of the attack, but the glancing blow to his ribs still hurt.

Now Stan knew it was time to get serious. He feigned a trip, and when the bully tried to push him over, he surged forward and landed an uppercut to Crampelter’s jaw. The bully gave an enraged snort, and grabbed Stan’s offending arm. Crampelter shifted his weight forward, fully intending to push Stan down to the mat, as though this was a wrestling match, and squash him.

So you wanna fight dirty, huh? Alright then.

Stan pushed back against Crampelter for about a second before reversing directions without warning. He pulled the bully down with him and extracted his arm, rolling out of the way at the last second, so that his opponent landed hard on his shoulder.

The ref blew his whistle again, and stepped forward to separate the two fighters. “Well, at least we got one round where you both fought fair.” he sighed. “Disqualified round due to illegal moves. No points!” The crowd cheered. They didn’t care if it was illegal, they were getting quite the show.

Stan and Crampelter were both breathing hard by the start of the third round. Stan’s right arm was throbbing where he’d blocked that harsh blow earlier, and he could tell from Crampelter’s stance that the bully’s shoulder was hurting him where he’d landed.

Let’s hope I can end this in the next round.

Both competitors rushed forward at the bell. Stan got a solid jab in at the sternum, but Crampelter was more concerned with his footwork. The bully stomped down hard on Stan’s right foot.

“Yah cheatin’ fonofah--” Stan mumbled through his mouthguard. He kneed his opponent in the shin, but that only seemed to make Crampelter mad. The hulking teen bodychecked Stan, glomming onto his head.

Stan tensed up. He’d fought government agents and South American drug gangs and angry bikers. He knew how to come out on top in an unfair fight. He headbutted Crampelter, gaining himself a little bit of room as the bully reeled back from the blow.

“Lef’ hook!” Stan shouted as soon as his arm had room to maneuver. His fist collided with Crampelter’s nose, making a satisfying crack.

The whistle blew for the final time. “Match point due to injury, victory red! Can we get a medic up here to set Crampelter’s nose?”

Stan spit out his mouthguard and grinned down at his family. He climbed down from the ring to the sound of applause.

“Great match, kid!” His coach greeted him. “I mean, as your coach, I kinda have to tell you to not fight dirty like that, but hey, he started it, right? And you still came out on top!”

“Congratulations, Stanley.” Ford was at his side in a second, looking him over with concern. “But how’s your arm? It looked pretty bad from where I was sitting.”

“Don’t worry so much, Poindexter, I’m fine.” Stan assured him.

Filbrick simply gave a small nod of approval. “Good to see you can beat an overgrown gorilla boy.”

Stan gulped involuntarily. “Uh… thanks, dad.” He said with a forced grin. “Welp, we’re gonna head home!”

“Head home? But Somners and Epstein are fighting next!” The coach protested.

“Oh, uh, yeah, but, heh, my arm’s really been through the wringer tonight. I gotta get it patched up, y’know.”

“They got plenty of ice at the concessions stand.” Filbrick grunted. “Y’can’t go runnin’ home to ma to get coddled every time you have a rough match. Gettin’ hurt is part of the game, son.”

That was something Stan knew all too well. In the time between getting kicked out and moving to Gravity Falls, he’d occasionally take up prize fighting to earn a little extra money. He could never keep it up for long though. It was too rough on the body, especially when they paid you to take a fall, and the other guy thought the only way to “make it look convincing” was to actually beat the snot out of you. And of course, no matter how much they offered to pay him, it never seemed to be enough to cover a trip to the hospital.

“Well, I need to go home and work on my science fair project.” Ford interjected.

“Tough luck, you should’ve thought of that before you came out here tonight, Knucklehead.” Filbrick said caustically.

Stan stared at his father like a deer in the headlights. I got my own car, we can go home if we want! He wanted to say it, but for some reason, his insides froze and his mouth glued shut in the face of his dad’s disapproval.

Ford put an arm around his shoulder. “Fine then. Let’s go get you some ice, Stan.”

The brothers made a beeline for the concessions stand, but once they got a bag of ice for Stan’s arm, Ford started pulling him towards the exit.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“But dad said--”

“Oh please, he probably won’t even notice for another round or two. And then what’s he going to do?”

“Probably ground us when he gets home.” Stan guessed. “Shout so loud the neighbors knock on the wall again.”

“Grounding will hardly matter once the Time Tape is fixed.”

“I mean, our past selves will still have to deal with it.”

“We were grounded plenty of times in the past. Once more won’t hurt.”

Stan climbed into his car and tried to figure out how he could hold the ice pack to his arm and still properly grasp the steering wheel.

“Perhaps I should drive.” Ford suggested.

Stan grit his teeth for a moment before finally sighing and trading spots with his brother. “Just don’t drive her like one of your crazy spaceships.”

“That would be impossible. Cars don’t have pitch or roll.”

“Yeah, let’s keep it that way.”

They drove in silence for a few minutes, until Stan winced as his arm gave a particularly painful throb.

“How’s your arm?” Ford asked in concern.

“Hurts more than I remember.” Stan admitted. “Course, I’ve had worse. Well, probably not by this point in my life, but I will have worse.” he rolled his eyes. “Yeesh, time travel is confusing.”

“Yes, the sooner we can get back to 2013, the better.” Ford agreed. “I don’t know how much longer I can take living with dad. I’ve already come dangerously close to snapping at him twice.”

“Yeah, same here. Not the snapping part, funny enough, but I really don’t think I can take much more of him.” Stan adjusted the ice bag on his arm. “Is there anything I can do to help speed that along?”

“Hmmm… you could finish filing off the points on the circuitry while I open up the original Time Tape’s casing and remove the burnt-out circuitry. Just be careful, it’s very fine detail work.”

“Sure. Anything to get back to our own time quicker. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to see ma again, but…”

“Can’t say the same for dad and everyone else?”

“Yeah.”

Their mother was waiting for them when they arrived home, having already put Shermie to bed for the night.

“Oh, baby, what happened?” She asked when she saw the half-melted ice bag Stan was holding to his right arm.

“Heh, you should see the other guy!” He joked.

“I suppose that means you won your match?”

“Yeah. Probably for the best you didn’t come, mom, it was a bloody one.”

“Only when you broke Crampelter’s nose.” Ford amended with a snicker.

“Well, what happened to your arm?”

“Heh, I blocked a punch that felt like the giant put all of his weight into.” Stan explained. “Then in the next round, when I popped him with an uppercut, he grabbed the same arm and tried to push me down. I had to twist it around a lot to get out of there, and I think that made the bruising worse.”

Caryn heaved a beleaguered sigh. “I don’t know why you keep on fighting in these boxing matches. You’re gonna get yourself really hurt one of these days!”

Stan shrugged. “It’s fun. And it’s good money. I’ll be able to pay off my parking ticket now.”

“Well, there’s that at least.” She turned to Ford. “And Stanford, honey, did you have fun?”

“Er… fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe it.” Ford grimaced. “But I am glad I went.”

“Oh good. And lemme guess. Your father stayed to watch the other matches tonight?”

“Yeah.” The boys answered in unison.

Their mother rolled her eyes. “Guess I’d better wait up for him too.” She switched on the TV and sat on the couch.

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johns-prince · 4 years

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I think there was no actual confrontation or direct communication, John just assumed Paul didn't love him. They went to India, Brian's dying alone, weighing heavily on John's soul. Suddenly he saw Paul proposing Jane and writing a song (Oblidi Oblada) about a man and woman getting married and having kids and how wonderful it was. He panicked. He thought Paul's going to reject me in favour of a socially acceptable hetero family. But not if I do it first! 1/2

2/2 Paul probably did want a wife and kids but he wanted John as well but John isn't the type to want to share. Paul was probably very confused by John's freakout and sudden turn against him and had no idea what he did wrong. Oh Darling doesn't sound like hes saying I've hurt you and I'm sorry, more like I'd never hurt you in the first place. I don't believe Paul rejected John I believe John thought he was going to be rejected and freaked.

EXACTLY!!! There was no actual confrontation or direct communication, ESPECIALLY after whatever the fuck went down in India. These stupid fuckin’ boys, makin’ assumptions and making asses out of each other!

AND THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYIN TO SAY, John just, fucking assumed Paul didn’t love him-- never actually loved him in the way he believed, or wanted to believe, Paul did, that whatever happened, was just, flirting, teasing, goofin’ about. John felt like his love was unrequited, for whatever fucking reason, felt rejected, replaced, abandoned, or that he was going to be abandoned, because that happened a lot throughout his life-- he expected it, always.

And along with everything else-- yes, Brian dying, John’s drinking and drug abuse, tensions in The Beatles... John broke down, he lashed out-- lashed out way worse than he’s probably ever done. I mean, if my bestfriend who I basically grew up with, right in each others’ pockets, didn’t invite me to his wedding with some chick... I’d be pretty pissed, I’d be hurt.

And yes, Paul did. I’m not sure if I talked about this in an Ask or with someone privately-- but my thought process was, back then, there really wasn’t any reality of Paul having a family with John. That and they were The Beatles, it was bad enough if it got out that Paul and John were confirmed a literal item, because it’d cause controversy and blah blah blah... and well, it was sort of a doomed love, wasn’t it? Like I’m sorry to be a fucking debbie downer because I DON’T MEAN TO BE, but I’m just, trying to be realistic, and maybe put myself in their logic and reasoning too.

John and Paul had two very different childhoods and upbringings. Paul grew up with a relatively stable and loving home life, family meant a lot to him, and so of course Paul would want a family and all that. John, John on the other hand, didn’t-- I don’t think he ever really did, at least not the whole kids part [though I could be wrong!!] but looking at John’s childhood and such, the poor man didn’t have a good father figure growing up, he had bad abandonment issues and mommy issues, Mimi loved him but she wasn’t great at showing affection in that way... and John needed help, he had issues, deep rooted ones. He wasn’t that fit to be a parent even if he wanted to be.

ANYWAY-- Paul wanted a family, this is evident. But John couldn’t give certain things like that to Paul, he just couldn’t. Not at that time and not with how John was and where he was at.

And shit was caving, as much as Paul tried, it was-- and then, well, Linda was there, and she was warm and safe and lovely and Paul did love her. Linda even says she came in when all that shit was happening, and she didn’t even know what the fuck-- but knew the two needed to just talk, because they could have helped each other. But what could she really do? Besides being there for Paul, loving Paul, supporting Paul... not much. Because who knows how Paul reacted when Linda tried bringing it up. So yes, Paul loved Linda, really had it all with her-- but, he also wanted things between him and John to remain the same. But they couldn’t, especially not with whatever the hell happened in India and what John assumed Paul meant or felt and there wasn’t any direct confrontation or communication.

And John didn’t want to share Paul, you’re right. I don’t think Paul very much liked sharing John either, they both had horribly skewed ideas of possession and such-- but Paul, I think, is much more compromising. Why can’t we have our cake and eat it, John? Why not? Why not just this one time?

EXACTLY. Oh my God you get it, and you explain it way better than I could ever lol Paul was confused, left in the dark, because John wasn’t really SPEAKING TO HIM, but I don’t think Paul was really confronting John, either.

Yeah, it’s not an admission of purposefully hurting John-- it’s a plea of “I’m sorry I don’t know what I did but I swear I’d never hurt you I never mean to hurt you, please, please don’t leave me.”

Hmm, perhaps you’re right. Perhaps John just simply, got himself into a nervous wreck, his insecurity and self hatred getting the best of him-- just like in that little story about John picking on Paul’s hair cut, most likely because was in a mood and feeling scared and anxious and insecure because the Beatles were loved and were probably going to become HUGE and holy shit that meant so many things and it scared the Hell out of John.

Ah, I’m sorry for my long responses tonight guys.

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cncobby · 5 years

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what piece of clothing you steal from them

hi bby’s!! I’m back with another headcannon that I hope you guys like <33 I’ve been wrecked from the concert and I finally have inspiration to write so stay tuned because I have alot of feels to get out!!

i hope you guys love this ons too and pls gimme feedback! I thrive on positive feedback (or just feedback in general i hope it’d be positive though) and it helps me be a better writer! (requests are open as well!!!)

love, cncobby

RICHARD

a hoodie (or 10)

he has SO MANY

you wore one one night when you slept over and realized how soft and warm and comforting they are bc they smell like him and decide to just ... not give it back

a possesive habit of his tbh

we all know this mans is lowkey possesive in a hot way and when you wear his hoodies both at home and in public he’s just *heart eyes* because it shows everybody that you’re *his* girl

you’re a lil midget compared to him so they go past your knees sometimes since he likes them bigger anyways

if you ever wear one of his hoodies and like thigh high boots???

KNOCKOUT

he’s literally like drooling the entire time you have that outfit on

won’t stop touching you

you’re like bruh your hand has been on my ass for the past hour

(but deep down u dont mind)

sweater paws are his weaknes!!!

you look so cute with your sleeves super long and you just look like a lil baby and you’re his lil baby so he’s extra UWU

he makes a habit of buying hoodie’s he knows you’ll like because they’ll eventually just become yours eventually

anytime he can’t find one he just assumes its somewhere with you

will spray extra cologne on his hoodies so when you take them it smells like him for longer of a time (especially if he goes on tour one whiff and it’s like he’s laying right next to u uwu)

JOEL

any of his 43280480 hats

he literally will not stop giggling if u wear one of his hats

obvi too big for u but its too adorable

you guys obvi have matching ones

especially the disney micky ear hats??

u guys have the little groom and bride one (even tho yall arent married he got them for u still *swoon)

he thinks its cute how they fall onto your face and end up covering your eyes so you cant see

mostly you end up stealing his hats so he’s forced to show his curls

*on a trip with him*

“BABE DID YOU SEE MY HAT”

*obviously hiding the hat behind your back* HAHAHA NO

he hears how guilty you are and is like uh huh LIAR

cutesty wrestling match when he tries to get it away from you *heart eyes*

he just ends up slinging you over his shoulder so he can snatch the hat from your hands and then walks out the door

you’re all like “PUT ME DOWN YOU NEATHERDAL” and he’s a lil shit so obviously he doesnt

literally carries you down like that to where the boys are and they just wolf whistle so *cue intense blushing*

ZABDIEL

this sounds weird but a pair of boxers??

(firstly mens boxers are so comfy to sleep in so)

but its when you end up sleeping over on accident

and ur not tryna sleep naked

(even tho he wouldnt complain)

but he lends you a pair of his boxers to wear

u literally have to tie them with a rubber band bc they keep falling off of your waist

he thinks its SO FUNNY

they go down to ur mid thigh

so its not like “aw she looks cute in my clothes”

even tho he thinks ur always cute

but u look like a middle schooler wearing gym shorts

he’s literally lying in bed looking like a sex god per usual and u look like a 12 year old

he can’t stop laughing so naturally u get pouty and u throw a pillow at him like HEY STOP THAT

and he just gets up still laughlng and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest

and you attempt to push him away bc he’s rude smh

and he just croons at you like “bellaaaa un besito por favorrrr”

and if u refuse he just starts kissing all over ur face until u oblige and give him a kiss

and that one kiss turns into multiple which turns into ... well you know

CHRISTOPHER

not a clothing item persay but def those iconic yellow glasses he has

he thinks its actually the cutest thing he’s ever seen

like just imagine u wearing his clothes right

just wearing his t-shirt around the house as an oversized dress and u guys are just goofin around after a night of fun (hint hint nudge nudge)

and so u grab those yellow sunglasses to put on and start imitating him

“AYY PAPA”

giggling profusely to imitate his laugh

imitating his hip thrusts and body rolls he does during concerts

which only makes his giggle come out even more and he literally is rolling around on the bed

he ends up pulling you down onto the bed with him and literally he can’t stop LAUGHING so your like

“bro relax it wasnt that funny”

he just pulls out his phone to put you onto his instagram story, and u can hear his obnoxious (but endearing) laugh in the background

caption: how does my gf look better than me in my glasses

ERICK

tbh i feel like you wouldn’t take one of his clothing/accesory items but instead

you guys get matching EVERYTHING

matching earrings

matching rings

matching necklaces

fans eventually start giving him two of the same things when they start to notice you guys always match

when either you or him go shopping alone you almost always get at least one piece that matches each other

half the time you guys are like “wait... isnt that my shirt”

and then he’s like “uh no this is mine”

and goes back and forth until u guys are like fuck it it looks the same anyways

you guys send each other daily ootd snapchats of your outfits, so you can coordinate

that way if he’s on tour or on a trip or far away from you you can still feel close to each other in some way

#cnco #cncowners #cncowner #cnco imagines #cnco fanfic #cnco headcannon #joel pimentel #christopher velez #richard camacho #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus

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scary-hoe · 5 years

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Seriously tho

I love @tinalbion and @galaxyofghouls so much. They’re both such funny, beautiful, and kind-hearted girls who I am so glad that I met through this fandom. They are two of my dearest goons who I love goofin with and last night was the peak of that. I loved it. I can’t wait for them to call me out with their lies, I’m gonna be in literal tears because they’re so ridiculously funny.

I just wanted y’all to know we weren’t serious. In the slightest.

That being said I want you guys to know that I will always keep negative stuff off of my blog. I want it to be a relaxing, positive zone because it seems so hard to find. No matter what platform I’m on - Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, whatever - there’s always someone trying to start shit with someone else. That kind of stuff is not healthy to ingest, it really brings you down even though you don’t always notice it, even if you’re not the one who’s in it. Every part of it is a little bit ridiculous to me, because (to quote Gone with the Wind) “Do not squander time, that is the stuff life is made of.” And to go with that is a quote from Red Forman, “If you’re not mad enough to bare-knuckles box, then you aren’t mad.” Meaning, choose your battles. Not everything is worth the time to argue or fight over because time is limited and it goes by so incredibly fast.

And I know this might seem like I’m talking about whatever is happening right now, but it’s not. Because I have no idea what’s happening. I stay out of it as much as I can. My soul is old, I’m not interested in that stuff anymore. This is mostly born out of me logging onto any social platform, example: Youtube and seeing a bunch of callouts or drama videos recommended to me just because I watch a certain person.

Idk man, my point is, your Slasher Sister Scary-hoe just wants to make an open-minded, comforting and positive environment for y’all. Because it’s very important to have that.

#sorry for the rambling #but i just want everyone to be happy #personal #slasher sisters #im so tired #and i wanna go back to bed #scary-hoe

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yuzurk · 5 years

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Sunday Stream - back in bitsies Game: Vagante 7.992 watching | 45.910.139 total views

“Wassup everyone! This is Yuzu ~ Did you miss me?!”

As she sits down in her chair, the feeling of failure is a little less present. She had joined for the challenge alone but part of her of course can’t help but feel disappointed she got eliminated so early. She can only imagine how her parents must be laughing at her right now. With a sigh she rubs her face and rolls her intro, getting ready to stream.

This was good, this felt like home. Here she was happy and nothing could hurt her. The comments keep streaming in and even if she doesn’t support anyone getting angry for her sake, it feels nice to read the chat being supportive and plotting to burn the mnet building down.

“Hello friends,” she greets enthusiastically when her intro is done rolling, a smile on her lips and glasses on her nose. Her hair is tied into a messy bun and she looks cozy and tiny like she always does. When more and more comments keep pouring in, supportive, happy to see her or just telling her to fuck mnet she can’t help but laugh. “Y’guys... yer the best foreal. I dun like wanna talk ‘bout the show too much? Unless y’got questions? It was like... it was a survival show. Playin’ a From Software game is kinda the challenge level y’got there folks. I was already surprised I made it past the first round so we’re gucchi! Oh PhantomThiefBard comin’ in with the bitsies?!”

“If given the chance will you try for an audition again?”

The streamer tilts her head, inhaling a sharp breath through her nose. “I’m not sure to be honest- It’s like tryin’a dark souls zero deffs playthru. Foreal. The gamer within me dun wanna back down from the challenge but... do I have the same dedication to this whole idol business like I got to gamin’ and my streamin’ stuff? Ehhh I ain’t so sure ‘bout that. For now I think I’m good to be back here, gamin’, streamin’ for ya guys 4 days a week n’ goofin’ round with my fellow gamin’ nerds. Speakin’ of which- we’re gonna try vagante today! So that’ll be a fun experience. I heard the game’s real fun and cute to play so~ leggo!”

#twitch: general stream;#rkmga5 #and we're out~ dooz!

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years

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(18+) M/M-ish OC/Original rps! (and some canon options)

heyyo! i'm venom or cain! i'm 21, and i'm your usual nb roleplayin gamer. i've submitted many ads before but none were very successful. i'm going to try to be to the point, but thorough this time around!

i am interested in only 18+ partners! this is because i like to roleplay smut! while i enjoy longterm and character building, sometimes i like to just go balls to the wall with my smut roleplays. per usual, only adults!

i make mainly male, or male adjacent characters (meaning masc nb, etc etc) though some of my characters are purely nonbinary, agender, etc. so this isn't just a M/M ad! i classified it that way for simplicity of what im looking for (i dont care much for F/M hetero stuff. i'd just rewatch pride and prejudice, and strict F/F can just feel out of my league as a masc person myself. but... i can be talked into anything! pick my brain!)

i am looking for people who love to make ocs, and love to shove them together. while i dont necessarily want romance heavy, i do want romance. i write a little on my own time. and romance just hits different when you're roleplaying it. especially accommodating for character dynamics! i love that kinda stuff.

i roleplay in many universes, and occasionally i lean towards any at any time. but let me say this, i do not prefer modern nor sci-fi, unless under specific circumstances. which means i can be convinced! but i prefer medieval and cyberpunk! i have two kinda developed universes for these settings, too. speaking of which: i'd love someone to brainstorm and worldbuild with. i lost my last partner for this stuff, but i used to do a TON of worldbuilding in my universes. i'd love to have someone to work on this stuff with, and have our own little playground for our ocs! if you like to just talk about how our ocs would interact for pages and then get to the roleplay (if we even get past goofin aobut ocs), i am DEFINITELY your guy. i love to have an idea before we get into it!

so i have the adhd, so i prefer pretty short replies. im not going to write you 6 paragraphs UNLESS THE SCENE CALLS FOR IT. i usually prefer, at most, 2 paragraphs. it's just because ive got bad attention span, and doing a reply can take me forever, and then i get put out and might less inclined to continue. if we're focused on moving along and the pacing, rather than the length, i think we'll do just fine.

if you're reading this and you're thinking, maybe, but some of this stuff doesn't fly for me. i will strictly only Not do: only F/M with a focus on only playing one half M/M but you only play subs (i prefer to play either or, and i expect some flexibility on your part) incestual. pedophilic, etc topics (roleplays with abusive, dark, gorey, etc content or game. i dont want everything to be all sunshine and rainbows) arent down for at least a little monster content (i like monsters, and rping with them. even just a little werewolf would be nice man.) only hyperrealistic modern content (i only play in high fantasy unless it's cyberpunk, and then we do sci-fi-ish baybee)

i can be kinda convinced on most everything else! if ya like evil doctors, spunky faun boys, and dramatic gays, i'm the guy

i also do some canon stuff! Sidlink (BOTW), Voxman (Ok KO!), Davekat (Homestuck), Wrencus (Watch Dogs 2), Souyo (Persona 4), and some others- i really can't remember but these are the main ones i look for.

if you're like, maybe this is the one for me, or even if you just think that you could pick my brain to see if we'd work:

tumblr | necrocrunk

discord (subject to change) | venomous#0413

email / skype / etc | contact me through tumblr and we'll discuss this possibility. i don't prefer these mediums but i am willing to use them!

#oc rp #para #semipara #oneline #short term #long term #email #messenger #tumblr #smut rp #submission

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maximumkillshot · 5 years

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She’s a Knockout

Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times.

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna

A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:

“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

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Dean’s POV:

“Just go to her, he says, what’s the worst that could happen, he says…” I mumbled to myself as Bon Jovi plays over the radio. My hands are sweating like crazy.

I haven’t talked to Donna since I met with her before I was going to bury myself under the Pacific, which I’m sure she found out by now. I knew that I had to see her though. I like her too much to leave her in the dark.

“Why Donna?” asked my brother to which I blurted.

“Because she’s the only one I needed to see before I did what I had to.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Sammy smiled at that, “Oh yeah you do. You like her… like… like her like her.”

“How old are you Sammy, 5?” I asked annoyed… but he wasn’t wrong.

“You’re the one that can’t bring yourself to say you got the hots for Donna, so who’s 5?”

“Wiseass.” I huffed.

“You know we are only one hour away… You could surprise her, ask her out.” said Sam with a smirk.

“No, not gonna happen, okay? She’s into the kind and soft guys, not me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Have you seen her exes?”

“Yeah they’re all dicks who left her because she was just being her… C’mon Dean… I’m sure you’re gonna be surprised.”

“Ughhh fine… fine… But if this goes South, I’m blamin’ you.” I growled as I grabbed my keys.

Which leads me to now. Almost 5 minutes away from the station with my stomach in my throat and heart beating out of my chest just thinking about her smile. Oh shit, there it is, Stillwater PD.

I park Baby in the parking lot… Just thinking, sweating, hoping, panicking… a whole crap ton of panicking. I get the guts to walk up to the station doors and I pull. My feet are so damn heavy. When I go up to the reception desk I see him, fuckin’ Doug. Yeah the blind asshole of an ex-husband of Donna’s, he walks up to me and says “Hey Dean, nice to see you.”

“I would say the feeling’s mutual but that’d be a lie. Why are you here?” I asked defensively.

“I could ask you the same thing,” He commented as he straightened up.

“None of your damn business… where’s Donna? I gotta talk to her.” I said as I looked behind him.

“About what?” He asked…

“About Nunya” I said nonchalantly.

“Nunya?”

“Nunya damn business now where’s Donna?” I growled.

“Hah, good one Dean. Doug, what’re you doing here?” chuckled Donna as she came out from a briefing, it seems.

“Just wanted to check on you,” said Doug.

“Well guess what’s the last thing a cop needs?... Someone to check on them so hit the road, Jack.” I said as I motioned to the door.

“I was going to take you out to lunch…” Said, Doug, as he looked at his watch, “But since you took forever I guess that’s not happening, yet another thing you can’t do right… tell time.”

I immediately tensed up and went to grab for my gun, then I remembered…. I’m in a police department, filled with police officers…. Not a good time to lose my shit… so I huffed and gave him the best ‘I will murder you’ face I have.

“You never even told me that you were coming,” She defended.

“I don’t even know why I try with you, I mean c’mon it’s not like you stopped having your love affair with food anyway. And it shows,” He said as he motioned to her stomach and her head fell.

“Hey Detective Asshat Mc’Douche, I believe that there are some other things that you should be worrying about like, oh I don’t know, me calling your superior for being out of your jurisdiction on lunch…” I said as I started dialing the phone, my head nodding.

He grunted and began to walk by me, not even acknowledging Donna, and I threw in, “Oh and one more thing... I don’t know who you’re looking at but Donna’s a knockout… Just because you’re too much of an asshole to see that doesn’t mean that you get to come in here and say shit… Not like you’re exactly the picture of fitness there, Pillsbury Dough Boy .”

Doug looked at his stomach an sucked in his stomach as he walked out and I said loud enough that he could hear, “Believe me chief, you’re gonna need an iron corset to tuck that gut in, sucking it in’s just the beginning.”

Donna started laughing as well as a few other cops and criminals in the department. The man was literally laughed out of the station.

“You didn’t have to do that...” Said Donna through her toothy grin, “What’cha doin here Dean?” she asked immediately after.

“Don’t even mention it, to be honest with you, I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” I said with a relazed exhale, “and I came her to talk with you.”

“About? A new case?” she asked.

“Not exactly.”

“Well I needed to call yah anyway… come on,” smiled Donna as she lead me to the conference room. As soon as she closed the door and shut the blinds she said, “Dean, Sam told me some things, I need to see if they’re true. Something about you wanting to throw yourself to the bottom of the ocean because Michael won’t leave, yah gotta tell me he was just goofin’” she said with pain in her eyes.

I turned my head slightly to the side, “He wasn’t, Donna.”

“Wha.. Why Dean, Why would you do that?!” She near screamed at me.

“I thought that there was no other choice, Donna.”

“And what about Sam, Jack, Jody, the girls, me? You didn’t even drop by to say goodbye.”

“I did… to you,” I said with solemn eyes.

“When…” It was then that it clicked for her, “That spontaneous lunch… I knew yah were actin’ a bit weird… Held me a bit too long that day, why didn’tcha tell me?”

“I knew you’d talk me out of it,” I said as I looked at the hurt and confusion.

“Why me? Why not Jody?” She asked.

“The feelings I have for Jody aren’t the same feelings I have for you…. Which is why I’m here, Donna.”

“Dean, you’re weirdin’ me out here,” she started shifting her weight and I chuckled.

“You’re different, Donna. You are so strong and you are you. You are you and you’re so proud of it. You have every right to be, you’re funny, smart, drop dead gorgeous…”

“Hold on there Winchester, I’m not even pretty let alone gorgeous.” She chuckled.

“Then why is it that I couldn’t leave without seeing your beautiful face again? Hearing your gorgeous laugh? Donna you don’t know how amazing and gorgeous you are and I need to stop acting like I don’t feel like this towards you. The fact is, I’ve felt this way since I first met you.”

“This is a joke, right? Who put you up to this?” asked Donna.

“I’d never joke like this, Donna. I love you…” I let it slip… “Fuck… I just… please give me a shot before I start making a fool of myself here.”

“How do I know if you’re serious here, Dean?” Donna asked.

“You trust me?” I asked.

“With my life.” She said as I closed the gap.

“Dean, whatrya?” She said as I tilted her head up to meet mine. I looked at her as I slowly closed the little space we had between our lips and I kissed her. I kissed her with everything I had. Everything I was trying to say. Before I knew it, she wrapped her hands around my neck as I cradled her head, deepening the kiss. As soon as I pulled away I missed her immediately.

“Wow” she said as she looked up at me with her doe-eyes.

“So?” I said nervously, my hands around her waist, still a breath away.

“I get off at 5” she blushed.

I chuckled as I said, “I’m thinkin’ burgers and chili cheese fries at Big Tony’s Bar?”

She responded with, “What about desert?”

I whispered into her ear before I let her go, “You.”

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#dean x donna #SPN #SPN FANDOM #spn fanfic #spnfamily #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #two in one night #drank too much coffee #keep on submitting #i will get to it I promise #Maxi's606

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spectraspecs-writes · 5 years

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Taris - Chapter 13 (Carth)

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 12. Chapter 14.

Knowing that Gadon Thek is a nice kind of guy, I think taking a few minutes to chill out in the Hidden Bek base isn’t a terrible idea. They have a pretty nice mess and were kind enough to give Carth and myself a small smackerel to eat. Seeing as how we’re now working for Gadon and all that. And to me, this seems like the perfect time to talk to Carth some more. “Hey, Carth,” I say to him.

He swallows the water in his mouth and says, “Yes, what’s on your mind?”

“I want to discuss something with you.”

“You do?” He shrugs a little. “Fair enough. What do you want to discuss?”

“We didn't exactly finish our conversation yesterday.”

He sighs a bit, like “oh, that’s what she wants to talk about.” “I knew you wouldn't understand where I was coming from,” he says, “Let me try to explain. You've got the skills of an elite commando, and you've saved my butt more than once.” Hell yeah, I have, and don’t forget it. “Between that and your facility with languages, I'm lucky you're here. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop watching you or being wary. I'm just not built that way. Period.” Dude, that sounds a bit harsh.

“Why are you so hostile?” I ask him, “What, pray tell, did I do to deserve this?”

“You, uh… haven't done anything.” Exactly, that’s what I’m saying. “Yet.” Dude, what a cop-out. “But there's no guarantee that you won't do anything in the future.”

“So you want a guarantee? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“I've been betrayed before by people and I… well, it won't happen again. I don't know that you'll betray me. But there are no guarantees… not for you, not for me. You don't have to take it personally.”

Okay, now I’m pissed. “Don't tell me not to take it personally, you hairless Wookiee!”

“Hairless Wookiee?” he repeats, “Alright, sister, just... just... just calm down before your head explodes.”

Oh-ho-ho, here we go! “Don't tell me to calm down, you ignorant bantha!”

“Is that your idea of an insult? Come on, sister, take your best shot.”

Uh-uh, I’m not playing this time! “Drooling Bomarr cast-off!”

He laughs a bit. Still trying to play with me. “Oh, ouch. I think you hurt my man-feelings with that one.”

“Don’t patronize me, Carth.” You’ve seen me with my swords, do you really want to risk pissing me off?

“Wouldn't think of it,” he says, even though that’s basically what he’s been doing, “Feel better now?”

“Not really. This is still serious,” I say, turning more to face him.

He sighs, and I think he gets that I’m not playing today. “Look... all I mean is…”

I scoff again, interrupting him with a sarcastic laugh. “Right,” I say, “And how am I supposed to know that *you* won't betray us?”

“Me?”

Uh-huh, weren’t expecting that, were you? “Yes, you! Why should I trust you, after all?”

“You shouldn't.”

Huh. I think this just a bit of a turn. “If you're smart,” he continues, “you won't trust anyone… not me, not Bastila, and especially not yourself.”

“Ahhh…,” I say. I think I’m starting to get this. “So you don't trust yourself, is that it?”

“I don't need to be analyzed, thanks,” he says, starting to turn away from me, “Can we… can we just get back to business?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about this?” I think I’m getting somewhere here.

“No, I don't want to talk about it. What I want is to save the galaxy… if that's even possible.”

He stammers a bit, then says, “Why is whether or not I trust you or anyone so damned important to you? Why… why do you even care?” And before I have a chance to say anything else, he stops me. “We don't have time for this, so can we please just… drop it. For now? Can we pick it up later if you really must, I… want to get underway.”

You know what, dude, I feel like you’re trying to avoid this subject. But I’ve finished my bread and I feel like running it off, so what the hell, let’s go. So I sigh and get up. “Let’s go, then. This Jedi isn’t going to find herself. And neither is Mission.”

He hops off his chair and follows me out of the Bek base.

Let’s see, if the Vulkar base was back the way we came, then presumably the entrance to the Undercity is in the other direction. Sounds like a good place to start, at least. So I head off in that direction. And it’s not long before we run into some Vulkars, but I’m not so sure these guys will be a problem. Not if the guy they’re talking to is any indication.

“You guys are behind with your payments,” he says. A human. Payments to what? “What do you uh, you think just ‘cause you're in some gang you don't have to give Davik his cut?” Sounds like the Exchange to me. In the galaxy, wherever you are, there are two constants - Czerka Corporation, a huge intergalactic business conglomeration, and it’s less legitimate little brother, the Exchange. Where Czerka is a business, the Exchange is part organized crime, part black market. If a planet’s economy is like an iceberg, you’ll find Czerka above the water, and the huge mass of the Exchange under the water. And it seems to me like this Davik guy is in charge of the Exchange around these parts. I haven’t seen a trace of Czerka so far, so Davik must be the head honcho around these parts. Not the Sith, much as they think they’re in charge. No. It’s Davik.

“I don't see Davik doing anything for his share,” one of the Vulkars, a Nikta, says, “We do all the work. Davik claims he's part of the Exchange, so let's see him prove it.”

“Yeah,” his Rodian buddy scoffs, “let's see the big crime lord come and get his money from the Black Vulkars!”

Mission was right, these guys are idiots.

“Ah, so you want to play this the hard way?” the Exchange agent says, “Haha. OK.” And he whistles.

That is one built Mandalorian. And it looks like he knows his way around that repeating rifle.

And he has the Vulkars nervous. “Oh, hey… Canderous,” the Nikta says, backpedaling hard, “We didn't know you was working for Davik now.”

“Yeah, we were just goofin' around here,” the Rodian says anxiously, “We don't want no trouble with a Mandalorian. Here's Davik's cut.” And he hands the Exchange agent some credits.

“I knew you boys would see reason. Now get out of here.” And the Vulkars turn tail and run into the apartments.

“Too bad,” says the Mandalorian, “I was looking forward to cracking some heads.”

“Maybe next time, Canderous,” says the Exchange agent, “I better get this over to Davik. I'll call you if anyone else gets behind on their payments.” He heads off back towards the Upper City elevator, and Canderous heads into the apartments.

I sort of tilt my head a little and narrow my eyes. “Uh-oh,” Carth says, “I know that look. Why do I get the feeling we’ll be heading into those apartments?”

“I’ve just got a gut feeling that if we want to get off this planet, we’ll need that Mandalorian’s help,” I say.

“Can’t we worry about that after we’ve found Bastila?”

I turn to him. “Sure, if you want to search the entire planet for a lone Mandalorian working for the Exchange.”

Carth sighs defeatedly. “All right,” he says, and he follows me into the apartments.

Okay, we were literally right behind that Mandalorian, where the hell did he go? He has to be around here some… ooh a droid! My fingers have been itching to fix a droid ever since I saw that droid shop. And you know, I can almost smell the Black Vulkars in here. It would be good to have an extra gun hand here. So I settle down with my pack and my hyperspanner.

“What are you doing?” Carth asks, “I thought we were looking for that Mandalorian.”

“We were,” I say, starting to tinker with the droid, “But now I’m repairing this droid.”

He sighs again. “You really need to talk with someone about your attention span.”

“Can’t you smell the Vulkars in here?” I say, fixing the droid’s targeting sensors, “Trust me, you’ll thank me for this later, when you’re not bleeding on the floor.”

“How do you know there’s…?” he starts to ask, but then he just sighs again. “You know, forget it. Fix the droid, what the hell.”

“Now you’re seeing things my way,” I say, replacing the droid’s burned out shield emitters.

I just love fixing droids. If I believed all that Jedi crap, I’d say it was a great way of centering myself. But as it is, it just takes my mind off things. Like Bastila - what if we can’t find her? What if she’s dead by the time we get to her? What if we die before we get that accelerator for Gadon? What if, what if, what if. But fixing droids. That’s something I know I can do. That’s a problem I know I can fix. And it makes me feel a hell of a lot better about my other problems. There’s just something about fixing droids that tells me that everything’s going to be okay.

There we go, that should do it. This droid will go off and take care of any hostiles in the area. The more Vulkars we take care of now, the fewer we’ll have to worry about in their base when we get that accelerator. Now, with the droid taking care of the Vulkars, I can commit more time to finding that Mandalorian, Canderous. Carth and I have been right near the entrance this whole time, so he couldn’t have left. He has to be in one of these apartments.

Nope, not the first one.

Nope, not the second one, either.

And not the third one.

Or the fourth one.

Hmm. Why is there a footlocker in the middle of the room in the fourth one? And there’s a note on the footlocker: “Gilthos: Sorry I couldn't be there with you, but here's the package I promised. Remember, activate the holographic security system in the proper order to open it or… BOOM! Just activate the holograms in the same order that they joined the band. Since you're The Twisted Rancor Trio’s manager, you should be able to figure out the code. I still think this is a mistake. Davik won't be happy if Ashana can't fill in for her sister. And you don't want to get Davik mad or you might never come out of that estate again. Anyway, good luck. And if this works, think about what a great chapter it'll make in that biography of the band you’ve been working on.”

“No way!” I exclaim, “I love the Twisted Rancor Trio!”

“Who are the Twisted Rancor Trio?” Carth asks.

“You’ve never heard of the Twisted Rancor Trio?” I balk, “What kind of rock have you been living under? They’re only the best music group this side of the core! And I love them!” I look around at the holograms. “It’s a shame they stopped performing.”

“Why did they stop?”

“Their manager…” Oh, shit, he died. “Ah.”

“What?”

“See, I’d heard they were on Taris, but I didn’t think… Their manager died. And given from this note, he got in trouble with the Estate. Means he won’t be coming back for this stuff. We might as well take it.”

Carth looks at the note. “Well, the only way to get into it is to activate the holograms in the right order. Hopefully you’re as big of a fan as you say you are.”

“The biggest. Let’s see… first was… Elinda… then Ujaa and his brother Ujii… but they were awful so Loopa and Fodo took their places… that just leaves… Ashana.” And the footlocker opens. Awesome - some solid armor and 50 credits. If only their manager had the armor before he left for the Davik’s estate. I never thought this trivia would actually get me anywhere. This is some really nice armor, I think I’ll put it on. The Echani know their stuff. “There’s only one apartment left. That Mandalorian should be in there.”

“If he hasn’t left.”

“Stop raining on my parade.”

Next apartment - hmm, that’s a Twi’lek.

“Hey – you can't come in here! This is a private apartment!” he shouts at me.

“Sorry, I was looking for somebody else,” I say quickly, “What are you doing here? This place looks pretty much abandoned.”

“None of your business. Just turn around and go back the way you came, if you know what's good for you.”

Well, I don’t know what’s good for me. And I’m nosy. So maybe if I ask right… “Are you in some sort of trouble? Do you want to talk about it?”

“I… I guess I could tell you. You'll probably find out on your own eventually, anyway. Zax is giving his bounties away like candy, or so I hear.” Oh, there’s a bounty office? “My name's Matrik – I used to work for the Exchange, but all the violence and killing started to get to me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, so I turned state's evidence.

“My testimony helped put some of the biggest criminals on Taris away for life. But Davik didn't like seeing his friends go down, so now he's got a bounty on my head.”

Ouch. “Isn’t there some sort of witness protection or something?”

“There was, until the Sith came in and shut it down.”

Double ouch. “Maybe there's some way I could help you out if this mess,” I say. Hey, if it hurts the Exchange, that’s alright in my book.

“I don't think there's much anyone could do. And I'm getting sick of running. I've decided to make my stand right here.”

He sounds like he’s given up. Well, he can’t exactly have Davik eliminated, and in a case like this, paying him off is not an option. “Maybe you could fake your own death?” I suggest.

“I've already thought of that,” he says, “I even came up with a plan of how to do it. But I can't pull it off while I'm holed up in here.”

“I could help you out. No one’s looking for me.”

“The trick is getting Davik to buy it when there's no body found at the scene,” he says, “If it looks like I died in a massive explosion, he won't be suspicious when my corpse never turns up. If I have an accomplice go back and tell Davik that they were the one who set off the explosion to eliminate me, I think I'd be home free. I have some demolitions experience from my own days in the Exchange so I could set it all up. But I'd need to get my hands on a permacrete detonator.”

“Hey, I can do that, no problem.”

“They don't usually sell them in stores here in the Lower City, but the Upper City might carry them. You might want to look there first,” he suggests, “Once that’s done, you could collect the bounty on my head. That would close the matter.”

Sounds like a good plan to me. “I’ll be back when I get that detonator.”

Matrik doesn’t say anything more. Like he doesn’t believe me. But I’ll get it for him.

“If we keep getting things for people, we’ll never find Bastila,” Carth says.

“Hey, if you want to go to the Undercity by yourself, be my guest,” I say to him, “But I want to try to help people, if I can. Isn’t that what the Republic does anyway?”

“Well, I guess you’re right,” he says, “Better to help where we can, I guess.”

“Now you’re seeing things my way,” I say. Back to the Upper City then.

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