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thebadboyfanclub · 9 months

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I Don’t Think I Can Do This (Daemon x Reader)

Hey y’all so I know I was supposed to write another request but my job has cause my imagination to ran dry and this was certainly easier cause i wanted to write something that shows the burden that women carry and also that Daemon is a very grey character, I hope you guys like it

The story of (y/n) Eaglemore and Daemon Targaryen did not start as a love story, one would suppose that seems to be a common trait amongst the concept of arranged marriages, especially to a young maiden of an independent kingdom to the rogue prince Targaryen, their marriage was the establishment of Eaglemore joining their forces with the Targaryens, (y/n) was dressed in her traditional attire with her hair in an intricate style, she was breath of fresh air in the house of the dragons, a proud Eagle that was brave enough to fly with the dragons as the flag with the colors of red and black flew next to the black and red she assumed the similarities were bound as an omen for success.

That was quickly ripped out of her mind at the bedding ceremony that she endured, the prince was not brutal, yet she had hoped that he would forbid it, he was cold and only placed a kiss at the top of her head after it was done before he left her laying while the ones that observed it cleared the room, tears streamed down from embarrassment while the handmaidens helped her get up to assist her with her bath.

“Husband!”

She exclaimed excitedly before she skipped over to Daemon who was preoccupied with having a conversation with Viserys was much more important than turning his head to face her, alas the newlywed stood by his side and reached for his hand to get his attention, innocently she squeezed it only to be met with an annoyed expression as he gazed intensely at her.

“What?! (Y/n)! Did they not teach basic manners in your homeland?”

“I-I just, I wanted to give you this, I sewed it for you, it’s the dragon symbol with the eagle”

“Great, give it to the handmaidens, is that all?”

Suddenly she became hyper-aware of the pie of eyes around her, mostly men that had taken interest in the scene that unfolded in the gardens, she felt like a little girl scolded by her father, she bit her lower lip as her shoulders sunk in defeat, the glimpse in her eyes slowly disappearing like a light snuffed out.

“My apologies, I did not wish to interrupt you and the king, I hope you can forgive me, y-your grace”

“It is quite alright, my dear, for what it’s worth I found your creation a wonderful gift, do not pay attention to daemon he has never been good with gifts”

“If that means I have never been good with gifts that have no use then yes, I agree”

“I shall go, excuse me, your grace, husband”

She curtsied before she ran off, her chocolate-colored hair swinging left and right in her ponytail as her eyes looked down to hide the tears that she desperately held back, Daemon watched her and could sense the damage he had caused, sometimes he would catch himself staring at her with purity and interest, he had even smiled once when she struggled to find the right word in his language.

He should have stopped, he should have held his tongue when the evident quiver of her chin started to show when her eyes bounced in different directions as she wanted to gather her composure, but he didn’t, now Daemon stood as still as a grain of salt whilst she once again ran away from him covered in shame.

“She is your lady wife Daemon, must you be so hard on her?”

“A wife that was bestowed to me”

“She is also someone that was bestowed a spouse, yet she took it with grace and is grasping desperately to create the best out of the worst, as a man that prides himself on his intelligence your lady wife has surpassed you, at least in principle and empathy”

Daemon was stunned, as Viserys spoke in such kind words his words slashed through Daemon like the sharpest of knives, this was Daemon's second marriage, and it had become second nature to be rude and unattainable to his lady wife since the bronze bitch shared the same hatred as he did for her, now the cheerful lady with the deer like eyes and red puffy cheeks had been nothing but kind, a foreign pain in his chest started to make Daemon uneasy as she ran further and out of his line of sight.

“If I were you I would be very ashamed”

(Y/n) sat in front of the mirror as one of her handmaidens lit her candles and the other brushed (y/n)s hair to prepare her for bed, (y/n) stood as still as she could though her fingers intertwined with one another and twisted in odd ways.

“Could you leave me with Chiara, please? Thank you”

(Y/n) requested softly, the young handmaiden only curtsied before she walked out of (y/n)s chamber, whilst Chiara continued to brush her hair, they had grown into a bond that (y/n) felt comfort in, Chiara was sweet and honest, somewhat older, and had just given birth to her first child, she was the first handmaiden that she met when she got to the red keep.

“Do you love your lord husband?”

“I do, now”

“What do you mean?”

“I married him per my father's request, and he gave the biggest dowry, at first it was difficult, we had to figure out a way to communicate and after a while, I like to think that he grew to love me as much as I love him, though first, we respected one another, then love came gradually”

(Y/n) grew silent, her head hanging low before she bit her lip in defeat, she respected her lord husband? Did her lord husband respect her? After the incident on the morrow, it certainly didn’t feel like it.

(Y/n) had not noticed that Chiara had scrounged in front of her and placed her hands over (y/n)s, she only saw the tears that splashed over the handmaidens' skin.

“You won’t always feel like the outsider”

“I don’t think I can do this”

“You can, it is alright my dear”

One sob came after the other as (y/n)s body shook and Chiara lovingly wrapped her arms around the lady’s frame in such delicacy, it resembled a girl hugging her porcelain doll while she tried to not crack it, in its macabre nature you could identify a certain beauty, someone that had the strength to comfort a disheveled young lady as she navigated through womanhood and all its trials.

What had (y/n) nor Chiara had taken into account was that Prince Daemon had made his way to the half-cracked door, freezing in his sport once the whimpers of agony hit his ears, he peaked through the shadows only to be met with his lady wife letting tears stain her dress and hiccups shaking her hunching back as the handmaiden rubbed circles on her back.

“Prince Daemon is a fool for not acknowledging the precious stone that is you, may the gods bless him and open his eyes before he is taken from us”

Daemon had no reason to intervene, the poor lady was right, he was a fool, here she was, a beautiful and intelligent young royalty crying over his acts, he had always longed for home, for family, and now he kicked and toyed with it.

He should be the one comforting his lady wife, to gaze upon (y/n)s puffy and red face and do his best to calm her nerves, not to be the face of her pain, shamefully he scurried away without a word, mad at his reflection that stared back at him in such high horse, he had become everything he hated, a man that did not care about anyone but himself, stopping at nothing to prove he was right.

“Good morrow”

(Y/n) did not respond, she only raised her head and nodded at Daemon that had just entered the dining area, exhausted from crying the lady felt like a family of horses had run over her, getting barely a wink of sleep, evidently so by the veins under her eyes.

(Y/n)s silence was deafening to Daemon, however, he cleared his throat and took a sit next to his lady wife, waiting for a servant to pour him some wine.

“Orange juice? I believe we do not grow these over here”

“A gift from my mother, she said orange juice in the morning is a secret to a woman’s beauty”

“She must be the most astonishing lady back in your line”

“You met her, on our wedding feast, I believe you were too busy to pay attention, like always”

The last comment was barely above a whisper still sharp as a knife right on Daemon's abdomen, Daemon only turned his gaze at her, confused by her demeanor, it wasn’t uncalled for yet it took him by surprise, she always seemed to have the ability to hide her agony at least in public.

“Mayhaps we could go to her, I’m sure she will be more than happy if her daughter visited her”

“Not if my belly is flat, as much as she wanted me to be thin for most of my life she is now sending raven after raven to just check in with my monthly bleeds”

She informed him in a mumbling tone while her hand was rubbing circles on her temples, visibly annoyed over her mother's disregard for her well-being and hyper-focused on her womb.

Daemon was taken back by her comfortability to speak over her monthly visits, brushing it off easily though since they were husband and wife after all, those matters should concern him as well, the idea of a sweet little child running to (y/n)s arms brought him joy.

“It must be uneasy, being put in this position”

“Indeed and if I am being honest, my lord husband has not been making it any easier, with my empty womb nor his attitude”

“I understand you are cross with me”

“Can you blame me? You humiliated me”

Her tone switched from my king to a hiss, her eyes spewing fire as she stared back at him, it was the first time that she dared to show her true emotions, albeit Daemon could detect that it wasn’t just an act of anger but a sense of fear was laying behind those hues of hers.

He was correct, (y/n) feared for her future, the whispers of Daemon's visits to the street of silk, the adoration for his niece, his continuing ignorance over their wedlock, it all came crashing on her chest making it unable to breathe sometimes.

“I came to break my fast with you as a sign of goodwill, I want us to work on our relation-“

“Us? There is no us, you made sure of that my prince, you have crashed all my efforts and now you dare to speak of us”

“I cannot correct my past mistakes, I can only hope that you will allow me to work on our future, you did not deserve my coldness and for that, I sincerely apologize, I only wish for your good graces and for you to allow me to show you how I truly feel for you and our wedlock”

Silence, her eyes focused on his to scatter for one ounce of a lie, alas she was left with nothing, a sigh left her lips as she sunk to her chair defeated, why did the gods curse her with such a difficult match?

“I do not know if I can love you, I tried to desperately earn your affection for so long, I have grown tired of this”

“I know you have and I do not blame you, I beg you, my sweet (y/n), let me try”

His hand had found hers to hold, the warm flesh against hers grew goosebumps, a small beam of light found its way into her soul and a ghost of a smile appeared as (y/n) glimpsed upon their hands locked together, she gave him a subtle squeeze to see if this was a dream or reality.

“I suppose trying couldn’t hurt”

“Thank you, now you must eat, your mother might be right you have lost some weight”

“My efforts of getting accustomed to your foods have not been working”

“You do not have to, we can bring a cook from your homeland, my lady wife shall eat whatever her heart contents”

“There are some delicacies that I believe you would enjoy”

“I am not very picky with food so I will try anything you put in front of me”

Chatter was something (y/n) could easily do, however, even though Daemons spirits were high, (y/n) would steal glances of caution at him, was this another scheme? Or was he genuinely craving her presence and good graces?

“I was hoping you could come to meet Caraxes later”

“I do not know if that is the best idea”

“Nonsense, Caraxes is a part of me, therefore a part of you by law, soon our children will have their eggs on their cradle, if you are surrounded by dragons you need to get used to their presence”

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 9 months

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To Catch a Grasshopper

(I wholeheartedly blame @a-weird-tiny for this. I showed them Hopper, and she immediately said that she wanted Borrower!Hopper to get in a cat and mouse chase with Miguel for acting like a nuisance (my words)/brat (her words), and she gave me a line that kickstarted this whole thing. Might draw something for it at some point because I now have a new brainrot.

There are now five men in my brain jostling for attention, and it’s getting rowdy. Also, sorry if anything seems OOC for Miguel, I only know what the movie provides which is a grouchy, broody man, though I think I wrote him softer than anything else the fandom has right now. All I know is ‘angry latino/a’ is a stereotype I’m very tired of being taken to the extreme considering I’m Hispanic and, like, being angry isn’t his only personality trait.)

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TW/CW: Soft, safe G/t vore, a bit of fearplay/worry of being killed "You're pouting again."

"I am not," came the gruff answer. Just like they expected from their current companion as Hopper settled on the edge of the console desktop, crossing one leg over the other and using their knee to rest their elbow and perch their chin in hand. Purple faded in their brown eyes as they smirked up at the back of the looming figure leaning over the console on the other side of the platform.

Miguel O’Hara let out a heavy sigh that was more akin to a growl, a rather common greeting he gave them whenever they popped up during work. Then again, they didn’t know where he lived outside of this place, so showing up at his work was the only way they knew to see him without being creepy.

His shoulders slumped slightly with the exhale, muttering something under his breath - likely to brace himself for tolerating their presence - before turning around to look at them. Orange from the console screens around the platform pronounced his facial features, glinting off of his red irises and spidersuit. Which was already glowing in the red parts, so the whole platform was a delight of warm colored neon.

Hopper would have preferred they were cooler colors. The Spiders had blue in their motif, why not use that?

They were still pretty impressed when his eyes almost immediately fell on their sitting form at the edge of the desk. He was a very large man by normal standards, towering over most humans with ease, but he was absolutely massive compared to their diminutive height of three inches. Still, superhuman senses enabled him to easily pinpoint their position. He might not have been brooding, but he had a very naturally tired and brood-y face.

“I’m assuming it’s too much to ask you to leave me alone for the day,” Miguel said tiredly. Already his voice was laced with stress and general grouchiness, but they couldn’t really remember a time he’d greeted them with a wide smile. It wasn’t really his style. Small smiles, occasionally.

To be fair, he was probably the one Spider they liked annoying the most. It was easier than most of the other Spiders, but he also dealt with a whole society of wise-cracking chatterboxes, so he also had a surprising amount of patience with them.

“You assume correctly,” Hopper chirped proudly from their spot, asymmetrical earrings dangling from their proclamation. One was a blue-gemmed planet in a golden hoop, the other a gold star with a blue gem center on a piece of gold chain that dangled it down to their chin. With a mischievous look, their eyes flickered purple and their form wavered with purple sparks, feeling a warm pins-and-needles kind of feeling running through their body. In a blink, they went from sitting at the edge of the console desktop to flickering into existence atop one of the monitors closer to the man, legs and hands on top as they dangled the rest of their body upside down to look at him.

His gaze quickly followed the brief purple flash of their appearance.

“I can’t just leave my very best Spider friend alone with his brooding thoughts,” they added playfully sweetly, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of blood rushing to their head. “Besides, I’ve been gone a week. Can’t say I didn’t give you a break.”

“If only it was longer,” the Spider grumbled, turning away with a proper growl this time. He began to work on the screen he had previously been using, fingers sliding across the orange glow.

“Aw, c’mon,” Hopper said, teleporting to stand on the top of the monitor being used. Almost immediately, Miguel made a lazy attempt to snatch at them, making them teleport to the screen right next to it. This time, they appeared with their hands on their hips with their eyes narrowed at him.

He’d found out pretty quickly when they first met that, frustratingly enough for him, they could teleport too quick to be grabbed. Which was good for them because they had time to iterate that they were VERY fragilè. No superhuman strength or durability to be had here, AND they were tiny in comparison. One overzealous grab could probably kill them.

“And I DON’T brood,” Miguel added with a light glower before lowering the hand that went to grab them back to the screen he was focusing on. His eyes followed suit, trying to return his focus to his previous work.

“I think a bunch of Spiders and I would disagree.”

This close, they could see a small quirk at the corner of his lip as he replied, “Just because you and a few other Spidermen think I brood doesn’t mean you’re right.”

Hopper stood waiting for him to continue, but he didn’t elaborate or tack anything on, making them groan a bit in irritation. They teleported back onto the monitor he was using and he didn’t move to snap at them or grab them again. He seemed rather intent on ignoring them. With a huff, they spread their arms out and said, “C’mon, man. I dimension-hopped here. OBVIOUSLY. I don’t wanna go home and basically tire myself out for nothing!"

"Then go bother someone else to pass the time, I’m busy."

They frowned at the rather reasonable response, defiantly declaring, "I don't want to. And when AREN’T you busy?"

They felt a bit of satisfaction as he closed his eyes for a second and frowned. They thought he had anger issues. He did, maybe, but they definitely didn't help. But, if they left him alone, he would just stand here, brood, and bury himself in his missions and self-appointed job. He was a chill guy but they worried about him self-destructing sometimes in his work, even if their version of worrying and action was trying to get under his skin to distract him from everything else.

That, and Hopper - despite enjoying the sense of humor and more upbeat nature of the other spiders - found them to be easily overwhelming and loud in their own ways, so they felt like they'd be drained quickly. One on one was fine depending on the Spider, but this was literally a SPIDER HUB. The chances of finding many Spiders on their own was slim, and slimmer still was finding a Spider they liked or gathering the nerves to introduce themself to an unfamiliar Spider. Jess was fun, but she was usually out as well, either on mission or home. All the Spiders came and went.

Except Miguel, sometimes. Maybe he lives here, they didn’t know.

He wasn't exactly the friendliest, or most fun-loving, and he was fucking TERRIFYING when he yelled or got too stressed (they teleported out of the room the few times he'd snapped at them), but he was here the most often, was usually pretty quiet, and was alone with manager-y kind of stuff, except like a weird Spider crime department that specialized in dimensional stuff.

"Have you talked to the Therapist Spider yet," Hopper asked without any snark or provocative inflection, sitting down and absentmindedly kicking their feet lightly. Their legs probably barely blocked any of the screen, but it was enough to draw his attention when he opened his eyes once more.

"No, and I don't need to. You're worse than LYLA about asking that."

"Well, I still say you should go talk to him. Just once, at least! Everyone needs therapy, you Spiders especially. Or, I don't know, get a hobby," they suggested, not for the first time. They knew that LYLA made similar comments, but Miguel wasn't in charge of Hopper.

They shifted so that they laid on top of the monitor, raising their wrist above them to watch their bracelet beads sway slightly and glint in the orange light. It wasn't very comfortable since the monitors were pretty thin, but they didn't care too much. They huffed and added, "You're going to make yourself insane by just doing this all day. I'm bored to tears just watching."

"Then go home," Miguel suggested back. “Besides, I’m too busy for hobbies. Or, small annoyances trying to distract me from, again, working.”

Alarmingly, the monitor they were laying on and the one he was using was suddenly jerked to the side, causing them to jolt off the side with a panicked yelp. Instinctively their body kickstarted a teleport, body flickering purple before they appeared at the console desktop. Their instincts made them materialize upside-down, using the momentum from their fall to 'fall' upwards into a standing position that had them flailing their arms for a second to avoid falling on their back anyways. They stood there frozen for a second from the brief fright, looking up to see Miguel chuckle a bit as he fixed the monitor back in place and continued.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER," they hissed as they teleported back up to the top of the monitor, but there was a smile playing at the corners of their lips. "Not fair that you can just knock me off my perch! I'm wasting my Hops here, man."

"Not fair that you can teleport yourself unilaterally transdimensionally and transspacially out of reach and consequences while you sit there and distract me from my work," he replied. He still seemed stressed and grouchy, but there was the barest of difference from before, the slightest amount of loosening up. “Now, cállate.”

"First of all, they're not transdimensional or whatever transports, they're HOPS," Hopper stressed the rather simple word compared to his complicating ones, resettling on top of the monitor as they ignored him telling them to be quiet. This time they didn't lay down, just sitting up and keeping an eye on his hands in case he wanted to be a funny guy again. "And secondly, you're ALWAYS working. It's not healthy, you know."

They were one to talk considering their horrid life habits, but Miguel didn't need to know about any of that.

"If I don't keep charge, who will," Miguel scoffed a little, though they knew he had no ill will towards the other Spiders. He just wanted to take the brunt of everything for everyone.

Hopper realized this was one of the few times his wristwatch-machine-thing wasn't going off every minute or so, but glancing down at the screen showed that he was still monitoring and directing Spider traffic and tasks with nimble fingers.

"What about Jess? Or the black and white monochrome Spider? He seems broody and serious enough for it," they suggested, looking back up at him. His gaze didn't waver from the monitor. "Just for, like, five minutes. C'mon, we go get some tea, or I'm guessing some form of Monster energy in your case since I've never seen you sleep. What’s a monster to a Spider? Praying Mantis?"

"That's a negative, I don't brood, and I’m questioning whether or not you’re a Spider-person with how much you talk my ear off," he said, flicking through pieces of programming that was cleverly styled around this whole webbing deal the Spiders had.

"Sure ya don't," they said dismissively, ignoring most of his statement and starting to develop an idea. A probably very horrible idea that would almost definitely make him irritated at least and furious at worse. But, he was a good guy, even if his attitude suggested otherwise sometimes. They trusted him to not hurt them. "It's just five minutes. Anyways, any big quantum whatsits right now? Influxes? Anomalies? Anomalies. Big Spider Emergency stuff."

Miguel looked surprised at their question since they usually tried to take his mind OFF of his work, not ask about it unless it was after he went out himself. He thought for a second, probably wondering their reason for asking, before he replied, "We had a couple incidents this morning, but they were taken care of pretty quickly. The timelines seem stable for now, but it could change any moment."

"How long?"

"Huh?" The Spider quirked a confused eyebrow at them.

“How long have they been stable?” Hopper clarified, watching the confusion dissipate from Miguel’s face as they did so. While he thought, they teleported to the surface of the console desktop, waiting patiently for the moment or so it took for him to answer.

“Few hours, maybe. It’s always calmer after an influx. Why?” he asked, following them to their spot on the desk with curiosity and suspicion.

“Because-,” a mischievous smile spread across their face as they casually walked over to where his Goober-Gizmo-Computer-Key thing was halfway stuck out of the console. As they placed a hand on it they saw his eyes widen slightly as he realized what they were doing. A flash of red-blue came towards them as he quickly went to grab them, but they already flickered out of reach, computer key and all. They appeared on the console at the other end of the platform while he whirled around to see where they went, leaning a little on the little device-thing that was two-thirds their height. They opened their mouth to continue but he lunged towards them.

“Hopper!” Miguel snapped as they teleported out of reach back to the other side, spinning back to face them with a scowl. His tone was warning like someone prepared to scold a pet or child. “Drop it.”

“Iiif you’ll let me finish,” Hopper replied, feigning disinterest by looking at their nails. They heard him sigh heavily, seeing him cross his arms over his chest in their peripherals.

“Alright, fine. Finish.” he said gruffly.

“Thank you,” they chirped, perking up and looking back up at the man, keeping at least one hand on the key at all times. Clearing their throat, they started again. “Anyways. BECAUSE. If things are settled right now, then that totally means you can take a five minute break with me.”

“No can do,” Miguel quickly cut them off, shifting to hold out his hand palm up rather than attempt to grab them again. “Give the Goober back, Hopper.”

“Only if you take five minutes to just chill. You’ve still got your wristwatch that the others can contact if something happens and all of you guys are capable of handling yourselves, even if some of the Spiders are goofy as hell,” Hopper hummed, watching his frown deepen at their blatant refusal to comply. Teleporting to the edge of the platform, they added, “Or, you know, I guess we could spend five minutes with me playing Keep Away. Just make sure you put a timer on. I feel like you’ll die if you have even one second of rest or fun more than that.” “Haha. Funny,” he laughed sarcastically, though his expression looked far from amused right now. With a grumble, he turned and paced a little on the platform, pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering under his breath. After a few seconds of Hopper waiting patiently, he stopped. He looked almost surprised at a sudden thought, turning to look at them. "If I indulge you in your little game of Keep Away, you'll be satisfied giving the Goober back and not causing trouble?"

"Just call it a computer key. And, cross my heart and hope to die. Though, you know, kind of don't want that to happen," Hopper made the X over their heart, feeling a sense of elation at having him even actually consider their proposition. They did wonder why he'd choose a game rather than just relaxing.

"Don't worry. You won't," Miguel replied, rolling his neck and shoulders. Suddenly, Hopper didn't feel very confident in their decisions for the day.

"Oh, uh, are we, like, starting now," they asked dumbly, having not really expected him to accept any of this. They didn't really think this far ahead.

"You're the one that suggested this. Though, if you want, I can give you a second to get ready since I’m not going easy on you, kid.”

Ignoring the fact that he called them ‘kid’ despite them being a full-grown adult, they felt a little better at the thought of being able to collect and prepare themself mentally, saying, “I’d appreciate that very much, thank you.”

“Alright,” Miguel nodded amicably and looked off to the side. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked like he was going to wait patiently. That lasted maybe a moment before his head whipped back towards them with narrowed eyes that glinted with his own slight mischievousness. “One.”

Hopper wasn’t even given a moment to process the brief confusion, eyes widening as the man lunged towards their spot at the edge of the platform with outstretched hands. With a yelp, their body quickly moved into a teleport, barely remembering to keep holding onto the computer key and spread the teleportation to it. Back on top of the console desktop, they took a second to register what happened, Miguel standing up from where they had been standing. Despite literally asking for this whole game, they couldn’t help but exclaim, “What the fuck, Miguel?!”

“What?” he asked, straightening up. His face was now covered by his mask, but his voice had a tinge of amusement to it as he looked back at them. He lunged towards them again, forcing them to teleport to a monitor with another yelp. “I asked if you wanted a second, I gave you a second.” “Oh, NOW you’re a funny guy like the rest of the Spiders?” Hopper asked, smiling now that the initial shock was over. They could feel a bit of giddiness from adrenaline. They laughed and teleported off the platform to the metal arm thing in the room below when he made to grab them again. They shifted their grip on the computer key, looping their arm through the metal ring on top to lessen the chance of losing it as they shouted up, “Does that mean you’re not brooding for five minutes?”

“I like that you think it’ll take that long to catch you,” Miguel replied, leaping off the platform and using a laser-web to pull himself towards them with his claws out. “I like that you think you CAN catch me,” Hopper laughed, teleporting to the ground and then further down the hall when he pounced towards their position almost immediately. “Didn’t we establish pretty early on that I’ll just teleport away even if you manage to touch me?”

“Call it a hunch that I think this time’ll be different.” “I’d ask if it was Spider-sense, but you don’t have that so I’m just gonna say it’s your massive ego that makes you think that,” they continued to teleport around the hall and equipment, having to move quickly because they were barely given a second of reprieve before there was a flash of blue-red in the corner of their vision that had them whisking away out of reach. They felt a slight ache in their chest from teleporting so quickly around, but they ignored it in favor of trying a larger jump to the end of the hall to try and catch their breath for a second.

After all, they were basically compressing their entire body and molecules - and the computer key’s - out of physical existence and back in. They were essentially holding their breath and stopping their heart for brief moments of time, and their body was currently not liking it happening so much.

“I think your hubris is going to be your downfall,” Miguel shouted, seeing them at the end of the hall. This far away, they were given a few seconds to see how terrifying it was to actually be in place of a pseudo-villain, seeing his claws gouge into the metal ground like it was paper and him literally claw and pounce towards them. They were definitely realizing why the fuck he was so buff compared to some of the other Spiders. A laser-web shot towards them and they were gone again.

“I think my hubris is likely to kill me, yes,” Hopper maintained their air of nonchalance, far too into this game to let a bit of tiredness or any aching distract them. When was the last time they played a game? Or basically played tag? When was Miguel’s? Popping up on a structure higher on a wall between some equipment. They thought they were getting closer to the Anomaly room. If they could get in one of the cages, he’d have to talk to LYLA, who they hoped would side with them.

Teleporting away from his claws again, they added, “I don’t think your name is Hubris though, so I think I’m good either way.”

“Maybe I’ll get a name change then,” he said. When they popped back on the ground with the intent to go to the Anomaly room, he overshot and dropped down right in front of them, making them yelp and teleport backward at how close he’d landed. He was starting to try and predict their movements, and unnervingly well.

As they teleported again away, he shouted after them, “And stop teleporting away-” another unsuccessful pounce to them, “- or hopping around like a-a-,” he struck a wall as he rounded a corner and tried to laser-web them again, “- a GRASSHOPPER or something!” “I’m not-not a grasshopper.” Hopper replied, mildly offended at the nickname and struggling to not pant as they teleported onto another shelf of equipment. They weren’t sure if he heard the way their voice kind of wavered tiredly but he didn’t let up regardless. They were unused to the strain in their chest, finding it more difficult to ignore as time went on. “Tell you what,” Miguel didn’t sound winded at all as he lunged again, though he was used to actual fieldwork like the rest of the Spiders while Hopper hadn’t really tried to test their teleportation limits. “You give me back the Goober, I don’t call you a grasshopper.” “No dice,” they teleported to the other end of a different hall, hoping to double-back on him without him predicting it. They huffed a bit quietly, trying to take in a full breath against the stitch developing in their side. “You’ll just take it and keep calling me grasshopper. But that’s fine anyways because it doesn’t bother me.”

It did, it really did, but they couldn’t let him know that because it would only encourage it.

“Fair assessment, but wrong. Now I just get to call you a grasshopper, which fits because you KEEP EVADING ME,” he growled as he landed where they had been standing. “Quédate quieto, you nuisance!”

They teleported on top of a light fixture to look down at him, ignoring the fact that everytime he landed it was with enough force to DENT the ground. Instead, they ignored the way their heart raced and panting breaths, asking, “Have you ever tried catching a grasshopper?”

“I’m trying right now!”

“Haha, funny,” they teleported away again, closing their eyes against a twinge of pain in their chest, for a moment, having to teleport again to avoid red-glowing claws with a panicked yelp. Was it just them or was that teleport a little delayed? “I meant ACTUAL grasshoppers. They’re pretty easy to catch once you know what to do. Like a cup or something.”

Hopper worriedly began to realize that their breathing was becoming more labored as well, pauses between sentences increasing noticeably. There was no way he didn’t notice that, at least.

“Really? Thanks for the tip.” Miguel said, eliciting another exclamation as they were forced to teleport away again.

They didn’t say anything in response to the Spider, their attention turning strictly to avoiding having the entire weight of the man come crashing on top of them, avoiding claws that still dug into the metal terrifyingly close to them and trying to speed up their teleporting back to normal standard as they felt themself begin to falter while the pain and ache in their chest increased. With a laborious huff, they teleported across the room again, starting to feel like they were physically and bodily chucking themself and the computer key around.

“What’s wrong, Hopper?” the Spider still didn’t relent in the chase, pouncing and barely missing them once more as he taunted them. “You’ve gone quiet. Almost like you’re getting tired. We can stop whenever, you just gotta drop the Goober.”

“FUCK YOU,” Hopper snapped on instincts, letting out a heavy pant when they popped back up before teleporting away again at the sight of more claws. They felt stubbornness fueled by spite, forcing themself to continue. “I’m not-not tired, a-asshole! Maybe I don’t feel like talking!”

“You? Not feeling like talking?” Miguel asked, laughing as he swung from a web to where they attempted to take refuge on some kind of equipment that flashed and hummed like many of the items in the Spider-Hub. He landed lightly as they disappeared again. “That’s more improbable than space-time just fixing itself on its own.”

“It-It happens,” they protested defensively, not wanting to admit that they were being worn down as they wavered back into existence with the computer key. Seeing him immediately face them, again, they teleported back towards his platform room, wondering if they could seek refuge in a dark corner or something. They doubted it, but maybe. But, as they flickered out in their teleport it felt sluggish and painful, barely managing to wrench their molecules away.

Hopper reappeared on the floor beside the wall, not quite where they wanted, and had to gasp for a second past the pain before forcing themself to teleport again. This time, when they reappeared, their vision remained staticky for a second before it cleared enough to allow them a pretty good view of Miguel coming towards them a Mach 5 with a claw outstretched.

They couldn’t help but exclaim in panic, trying to teleport out of the way. But, the only thing they managed was a painful purple staticky-glitchy effect that brought to mind the Anomalies that the Spiders were catching, a flash of white-hot pain traveling through their chest briefly.

This was it, they thought, I’m about to fucking die because I really fucked around and found out, huh?

They couldn’t make themself look away, staring at their imminent death with paralyzing fear, watching the red claws draw closer both in an instant and horrifyingly slowly as their mind took in everything. The claws sunk into the metal around them and they didn’t even realize that they WEREN’T being crushed until Miguel spoke up in the same instant the claws caged around them..

“Te pillé!” he proclaimed triumphantly, barely letting out a huff from the entire chase. The eye-shapes on his mask widened from the focused narrowed eye-shapes to normal. It was still weird how expressive all the masks were. “You good, kid?” Hopper didn’t say anything at first, still wondering how the hell they were even alive. They blinked in surprise, their heart racing in their chest and breath laborious and shallow as they VERY slowly realized they weren’t in danger and began to calm. They noticed belatedly that they had a good inch and a half between their chest and the surface of his palm, not exactly in danger but still far too close for comfort after seeing him barreling towards them.

“I-I’m good,” they answered stiffly, voice cracking a bit from the scare. They took a steadying breath, wincing as it worsened the painful stitches in their sides, but they were fine overall. Just exhausted, a bit adrenaline-filled, and feeling aches already begin to settle.

“Good. I’ll take that then,” Miguel said, pulling his claws out from the metal wall and floor, carefully plucking them off the floor by the back of their jacket in his claws - making them yelp out in protest - and separating them from the computer key. He closed his fingers around the computer key deftly. They noticed the way his claws retreated into the tips of his fingers as he added nonchalantly, “You were right.”

“Huh?” Hopper frowned in confusion, more concerned with the fading ache in their chest. Looking at the eyeshapes of his mask, they asked tiredly, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said it’d be pretty easy to catch a grasshopper when I knew what to do,” he replied, mask dissipating to allow them to see his small smug expression, making them scowl immediately. “And it was. You were so sure of yourself, too.”

“I meant ACTUAL GRASSHOPPERS, and you DON’T NEED TO RUB IT IN,” they huffed, still panting a little.

“Yes, well, now you’re just a little grasshopper who can’t hop around anymore,” Miguel said. He lifted them up higher, which they didn’t really care about until he opened his jaws and began to move them closer to fangs that were as long as their forearms.

“WOAH, wait, what the FUCK?!” Hopper exclaimed in surprised panic, purple crackling along their limbs unsuccessfully.

Miguel only quirked an eyebrow slightly, saying, “Don’t worry, kid, you’ll be fine.” with the feeling that he knew they definitely wouldn’t believe him if he tried to elaborate. Which was true, but it was still kind of terrifying when they were placed into his mouth and let go despite their protests.

“MIGUEL, THIS DOESN’T FEEL FINE,” Hopper shouted when the teeth clicked behind them, yelping when the tongue shifted up against them. Adrenaline ran through their veins, causing their chest to ache again as they tried to instinctively teleport ANYWHERE else, but the light from the crackling of unsuccessful teleporting only gave them a very sharp and vivid look at the inside of the jaws around them like the teeth surrounding them. Or the pit of darkness in the back where his throat definitely was. They yelped - squeaked, but they’d never admit it - as the tongue moved them around and they felt saliva soak their clothes. “MIGUEL!”

Seconds felt like forever as their body took in their surroundings, the heat and humidity all around them, the sound of his breathing, the constant shifting of his tongue as it easily moved them around and licked at them anywhere it could touch, making them yelp in indignation when it poked their side and caused them to involuntarily jolt. They shoved against it in fearful irritation, exclaiming, “PINCHE PENDEJO, LET ME OUT!”

They only knew some insults in Spanish despite having spent years with a Spanish class and their reward was a rumbling chuckle from the man as he continued to lick at them. It was probably only a couple seconds before they found themself starting to be nudged back to the back of his mouth, trying to brace their legs against the roof of his mouth. Rather unsuccessfully.

Now it was their turn to let out a warning tone, going, “Miguel, don’t you fucking DARE swallow me!” as they panicked. They couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, thinking that he was probably one of the more trustworthy people out there and now he was EATING them.

Miguel still didn’t respond, either because they were still in his mouth or he didn’t care to bother, and they found themself squished between the roof of his mouth and his tongue directly before the sound of a gulp overwhelmed their ears. In a split second, they found themself sucked down into his throat, exclaiming protests and trying to squirm away from the constricting walls all around them while their surroundings were briefly lit up every couple seconds by panicked purple light from failed teleporting.

The sound of his heart pounded in their ears along with the small exhale that he let out after swallowing, both breathing and heartbeat the only thing they could hear over the ambient sound of organs shifting in his body. Hopper didn’t realize how fucking loud bodies were.

Seconds ticked by rapidly before they spilled into a more open space, the only thing they could guess as the stomach. Despite their exhaustion, they couldn’t help but try and jump to their feet, immediately slipping and falling over on their back given the moving EVERYTHING and saliva coating it all.

“MIGUEL, LET ME OUT,” Hopper shouted again, feeling their throat start to hurt from all their panicked screaming. But, if they didn’t hold onto their anger, they’d probably just feel distress and fear, and that was so much worse. They yelped when everything got tighter, pressure from one side of the organ as they squirmed in confusion and more instinctive worry. After a second, they realized that he was probably pressing in from the outside to try and make them still.

“Cálmate, cálmate,” Miguel said, voice a bit softer. Whether he was trying to not overwhelm them further or he was trying to actually calm them felt up for debate considering their position. He still sounded far more casual than the situation called for as he added, “You’re gonna be fine, Hopper, it’s just temporary containment. Although, I wasn’t expecting you to have quite as much kick in you after being chased around.” “Temporary containment?! Temporary til what, my death?!” Hopper snapped, trying in vain to shove his hand and the stomach wall away before realizing the full extent of what he said. “Hey, wait a minute! What do you mean by ‘expecting’? How long have you been planning on eating me?!”

“Seriously? Only today, though the thought has crossed my mind a few times since meeting you,” he admitted, only sounded a LITTLE awkward about the admittance. “WHY?!”

“For one, stop squirming. I’ve told you you’re fine,” Miguel huffed, pressing a little harder but stopped when they yelped and stilled. His hand pulled away, allowing them to slip to the bottom of the organ with a yelp and fresh coating of drool from the small puddle at the bottom. “Secondly, having a small person run around on your desk while having spider DNA will lead to some odd thoughts like potentially eating them.”

“Okay, but again, WHY,” Hopper repeated, still confused as to why he’d give in to what they interpreted as a VERY WEIRD INTRUSIVE THOUGHT.

“Because it’s perfectly safe and I’ll know exactly where you are until you’re either able to teleport again or, let’s see… Let’s say an hour and a half or whenever your powers come back, whichever happens first.”

Hopper’s jaw dropped, realizing why he’d picked the game rather than just five minutes of tea, offended as they asked, “DID YOU JUST FUCKING PUT ME IN TIME OUT?!”

“Don’t take my Goober again unless you want a repeat, Grasshopper.”

#soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #g/t #cinnwrites #hopper #miguel o'hara #astv oc

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fraddit · 2 years

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This is a new post in my series of three four about Eddie’s house on 9-1-1.

part one, part two, part three | Buck’s loft

Since 5b blessed us with lots of looks at Eddie’s room (finally!!), I wanted to do an update to my model of Eddie's house. Rather than alter my original post, I’m just making a new one to tack on. So, let’s get started.

Here’s the floor plan view. They changed the door into the room from both the S2 House and from what we saw a glimpse of in S3. So the door now swings inward. They also removed a window and moved the closet from right by the door into the room to over on the other side of Chris’s closet, which makes the room bigger (And also leaves a weird empty space hiding in the walls, but it's fine. I'm fine.).

And Eddie has used his new bigger room to fit his new treadmill.

More views and details under the cut!

The furniture is all pretty similar to what we saw in S2 but not exactly the same. He’s got a contemporary, metal bed frame that’s either a queen or a full. There’s a very low headboard. The bedspread is blue and white plaid. The two matching end tables are wood with similar metal frames to the bed. There’s two matching lamps with sort of beige ceramic bases and kind of dark muted mauve lampshades. On the table next to Eddie’s side of the bed, closest to the door, is an analogue alarm clock and a tray to hold what I’m guessing are his pocket items like keys and wallet.

Under the bed is a large woven rug in a muted green color. And above the bed is a ceiling fan.

Across from the bed, between the door into the room and the closet door is a mid century style wood dresser. Sitting on top of this dresser is another ceramic lamp, this time in a blue color with white or beige shade. Next to that is the only visible photo in the room. It’s of Eddie and Chris hugging Shannon on Christmas in S2. In front of that is Eddie’s Silver Star. And next to that is a low profile decorative wooden box.

There’s a piece of art hanging on the wall above this dresser, but the only glimpse of it I could get was enough to know that there’s a white matte and the lower right corner is some shade of brownish. So, I’ve taken the liberty of choosing a desert art print to match the other desert art in his room. I’m pretty confident that it is actually some sort of nature art, because all of the art in Eddie’s house is nature art. The living room is tree/forest stuff with one water fall. The dining room and hallway are ocean and water. Chris has his own stuff, but there’s also the Redwood poster and he has a lot of animals. And Eddie’s room seems to be desert themed, which is why I stuck with desert for this mystery art.

Along the far wall is the treadmill. It faces the closet door. We never got to see this wall pre destruction, so I don’t know if the destroyed frame we see in the aftermath was on this wall or was the piece from over the dresser I just discussed. So, this wall could be blank or not. There’s no telling.

Behind the treadmill, in the corner, is another taller and narrower wood dresser. It’s got a nice bonsai tree sitting on it that looks to be a jade tree.

In shots of Eddie’s destroyed room when Buck breaks down the door, there’s a floor lamp next to this dresser that is not visible in any of the shots from 5x11, so I didn’t add it here. My take is that that lamp was added specifically in that scene for lighting and effect. There’s also a wicker basket that I assume is for laundry next to Eddie when he’s crying with the bat, but I’m not sure where in the room it normally lives.

Next to the dresser is the only window in the room, which is centered on the wall. There are some light brown/beige blackout curtains and also mini blinds for window treatment. There's vegetation visible outside the window.

On the other side of the window is a small piece of art. It’s a pretty desert scene in blues and pinks with saguaro cacti at either sunrise or sunset.

And there you have it. Eddie’s room!

If you got this far, thanks for reading all of this. I hope this is helpful or at least interesting. 💕

#eddie diaz #911 fox #911 #911 on fox #evan buckley #911 parade of homes #made by fraddit #911 by fraddit #shut up fraddit

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nanistar · 1 year

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Any advice on how to draw backgrounds? Gotten to the point in my art where im semi confident in drawing poses and expressions but backgrounds?? girl help i can only somewhat draw a tree

oh hell yeah i love backgrounds, ive been working on more interiors lately (when not overburdened by sbc work lol) but im assuming you're asking about nature so that's how im going to answer it as okay so: -first of all find yourself a good TEXTURED blending/smudging brush because it will save your life. i use these rock texture brushes from This Studio Ghibli pack, it's $6 and i HIGHLY recommend the whole pack because it's the main one i use for most of my bg foliage/grass ect and i love it dearly

-find references either in irl photos or other artist's work. if using another artist's work watch their speedpaints or look at what you like about their art style and techniques and steal it. im serious. obviously don't trace it and pass it off as something of your own but look at how they do the aspects you struggle with, and try to incorporate that

for me, that struggle is forest foliage because i have a hard time filling out the spaces without everything looking like same colored blobs, so i looked at how my buddy hannah mudshadow does bgs because she's really good at filling out a scene and making it look natural, and i noticed she uses a lot of abstract shapes instead of trying to render every leaf, so rather than doing my base work for bushes/trees with a leaf brush, i use a chunky scatter brush now and it looks really good, and then i can go and add some leaf brushes on top of that for more definition in areas that might catch light ect so that will give it the thick, bushy .. bush look without looking crowded or too shaped

-nature is messy as hell and things are never going to be perfectly shaped and toned unless you're drawing perfectly managed hedges or something. got some dirt brown on your green bush? those are dead leaves now. accidental weird texture on your tree? the bark is gone there, something ate it. bushes and trees have dead branches that just hang out there in them, grass grows long and sometimes a deer or whatever doesn't eat the whole patch so there's long uneven sprigs sticking up. petals fall off flowers. trees have huge webs of branches

-don't try to detail everything. make things further away more abstract and messy to give the illusion of detail. throw a gradient over it for some slight tone variation or something so it;s not completely flat but ppl are going to look at your subject and see the rest of it with the corner of their eyes, so you don;t need to fully render every flower in the field. here's some examples of that

the cactuses in the far BG are just V and Y shapes, the joshua tree in the middle distance is dark with some light blobs right on the edge where the needles would catch light.

this is from 2021 so be nice to me but as the flowers go back in the distance, i stop rendering their petals and start doing blue dots with white dots, and then even further away i just sorta blend blue and green together to give the illusion of a field of flowers.

-i dont know what your style is, but i personally hate using a ton of layers and tend to merge them as i go, but for the most part i draw every panel of SBC bg on the same 1 layer, going back to front (start with sky, mountain, bg grass, foreground grass and cactus, then go back and scatter foliage as necessary) and it keeps my stuff loser and i tend to get less precious about making things look perfect. i also work very fast because i am unironically really lazy at art and am desperate for shortcuts.

-oh yeah one more thing. assuming you draw cats, cats are SOOOOOO small in comparison to literally everything. as warrior artists i think our perspective gets a but confused sometimes (i am certainly guilty of this too!) and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this because sometimes that's just how you have to build your scenes, but it really makes me laugh when i see scenes of like, rusty jumping off his fence to go into the woods, but the fence is only a bit taller than him. so try to remember things are huge and cats are small as hell

na'ni's a huge cat, all things considered but look at her compared to my small aloe plant

or the cedar tree in my front yard.

absolutely microscopic. don't look at my slippers.

so yeah. i hope this helps, it's not so much a tutorial because i don't think i'm the best person for tutorials because honestly i dont know much and this is all stuff i've picked up on, like i dont know shit about composition or values or color theory but this is important stuff to keep in mind about the environments themselves. don't worry too hard about colors at first because you can always change it by adjusting your curves n stuff. or slap a filter on that bad boy. or dont. also pay attention to your horizon line because it helps angle the rest of your piece. but look up tutorials for that because i only started learning about it like a week ago

#mine #art advice #idk man #ppl feel free to add on to this #nani irl

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Hey!! I have an idea for a headcanon. It’s alright if you don’t like it ☺️. Basically it’s about how the princes would wake mc up. In this case i would assume that mc is a heavy sleeper, who’s got trouble waking up…

Yeah, that’s basically it… 🤭 it’s your choice if you want to do it in a funny manner or rather in a cute style… or maybe they even wake her up in a mean kind of way (*cough, cough* clavis) 😂 yeah it’s up to you.

It would be cool if you could write for clavis and leon. For me those two are enough 😁

Cheers! Love your blog btw. 😊

Clavis, Leon, & Yves Waking a Sleepy Reader

So sorry this took ages @rosestowrite. Guess you could say I've been sleeping on this one, hehe... I added Yves because of that Garfield gif, but it ended up being a bit of a tirade.

Clavis Lelouch

Two to the right… three left… once more right… Click!

Clavis pocketed his lockpick and silently strode into the room, closing the door behind him with the faintest snap. He followed the dim pattern of morning sun seeping through the curtains toward the bed to find the blanket slowly rising and falling in rhythm. Smiling softly, he tiptoed to your desk, laid the small stack of papers he brought with him, and sat down to work.

He couldn’t quite remember when this little routine of yours began, though it had been long enough to the point where you’d ceased boring your unamused gaze into him upon waking. Every irate gawk was warranted, he believed, as the first ones he received were as a result of some cleverly convoluted contraption he used to rouse you from your slumber. There was the time he climbed in through the windows bearing a bouquet of the freshly bloomed corpse flowers he’d been cultivating for months — you awoke with a scrunched up face and the atrocious smell lingered in your room for days. And the time he released a swarm of newly-hatched chicks on your bed — they adorably pecked at your eyelids until they shot open. And who could forget the Amazing Ambush of August — yours was an expression he would relish for the rest of his life.

Of course, this was all due to the fact that you were naturally a stubborn sleeper. Such a tricky customer demanded only the most eccentric of wakeup calls. But as the months went on, Clavis found it harder to come up with exciting new ways to get you up (the same trick never worked on you twice, it seemed). He remained determined and pushed through these creativity blocks, he was the only person to survive the Brutal Beast in the morning, after all. There were some days his conviction faltered and he seriously considered reusing his methods for waking Chevalier on you, though he’d always push those thoughts and his sword aside. He would never lay a finger on you.

Eventually his exhaustion overtook him, and one day he simply sat by your desk at the cusp of dawn, tinkering with some parts for a new trap he was developing, watching the sun climb over the horizon and waited. To his surprise, it didn’t take you nearly as long to wake on your own as he’d expected; several hours before Chevalier normally would, in fact. You merely stared at him, that skeptical look fighting your snoozy countenance as he greeted you, tricky gadget in hand, and from then on the over-the-top wakeup calls ceased.

He knew he could always pop in just before you normally woke, but he found himself unfathomably drawn to your room in the early mornings. Perhaps it was the way your windows faced the rising sun, with desk perched at the perfect angle so that the light never stung his eyes as he reviewed documents. Or it could be the soft colors of the walls that gleamed almost ethereally as the rays hit them, turning the tiny room into a private enchanted chamber for a precious few hours. Or maybe it was the fact that he could simply turn his head and find you resting peacefully under his care that brought him peace in these precious moments before the hustle and bustle of the workday.

The bed stirred, and Clavis watched with rapt attention as you groggily sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. He could always acquire a key to your room, but like he savored cataloging hundreds of your waking expressions, he felt the honor of getting to be the first thing you saw in the morning must be earned.

Leon Dompteur

The door barely managed to hold onto its hinges as it burst open, Leon Dompteur proudly prancing through it in its wake.

“Who’s ready for the most epic hike of the season?” he bellowed to the cavernous room, carrying two immense loaded backpacks in his hands. When no one responded, he lowered his arms and squinted through the dark to find your form still entombed in blankets.

“Hey!” he called, striding up to your side. “You’re still in bed? The Sun’ll be up soon!” He dropped the bags to the floor with two loud thumps! and clutched the end of the mattress, shaking as hard as he could manage without making you fly off the bed. Aside from a wheezy snore, you made no indication you’d heard the prince or felt his mini quake.

“Come on,” he pleaded, now moving to lightly shake your shoulder. If you were any of his brothers, he wouldn’t have bothered with the courtesy and chucked him straight to the floor. But even though you were bold enough to suggest an early-morning hike with him up the mountain in the dead of winter to watch the sunrise, he still had his dignity as a prince to maintain.

Well, that was only partly the reason. He’d also bore witness to you falling victim to one of Clavis’s more… bonkers wakeup calls last August. You had chased him halfway through town before Leon caught up and held you back. He had never seen a more determinedly savage look on anyone before, and he grew up watching Clavis prank Yves multiple times a week.

Safe to say, Leon wasn’t too keen on getting too close to you while you were unconscious, so he applied every unobtrusive method he could think of to break your slumber.

But he had tried everything; whistling birdsong to match the morning doves, tickling your nose with a feather quill, cracking his knuckles right beside your ear. Nothing worked! You were really knocked out this time, but drastic times called for drastic measures. You did authorize the use of force if it came to it, after all…

Leon unclasped his sword from his belt and, still sheathed, brought the tip to your side, making sure he stood far out of your armsreach. Applying the slightest bit of pressure, he ran the end up your spine in undulating movements.

“Look out! A rat’s crawled into your sheets!” he called, failing to hide the amusement in his voice. Not that you would have noticed, the way you rocketed out of the bed and sprinted toward the door. Clavis may be on to something, your morning reactions were really fun.

“Great, you’re up! Come on, we’d better get a move on if we’re gonna make it before sunrise,” Leon said, tossing a pair of jogging pants and a sweater to your scowling face.

Yves Kloss

Sweat pooled along his brow, and Yves elegantly wiped it off with a flick of his handkerchief before knocking on your door, a silver tray perfectly balanced in his other hand. He waited exactly sixty seconds before knocking again and, allowing another sixty-second intermission, resolved to opening the door himself.

Sunlight dully filed in from the open curtain, illuminating the stacks of books and bottles of ink haphazardly piled atop your work desk. Yves carefully shifted the lot aside enough to set his tray down and scan his surroundings. As he feared, the room was in no better condition. More books littered the floors, many of which still open with pieces of parchment covered in your handwriting stuffed inside, bags and shoes piled in every corner, and there didn’t seem to be a single piece of furniture that didn’t have some article of clothing haphazardly hanging off it.

“Honestly,” Yves muttered, plucking a satin dress from an armchair. His scowl quickly melted away as he studied the dress more intently, memories of the ball you two attended the prior week flooding his mind, and he let out a sigh.

He truly admired the persistence and dedication you put into your work, it made him puff up with pride to reminisce the day you’d proclaimed you wanted to replicate his work ethic, but there was a fine line between effort and exertion. How very fortunate you were to have such an understanding and considerate prince by your side to reel you back whenever you overdid it, he thought. He had just hung the dress back in your closet when he heard a stirring from the bed.

“Oh, good morning!” he said brightly as he retrieved the tray. “That didn’t take too long, and what luck, because I’ve brought breakfast. Tea today is a fruity blackberry blend, it should be finished steeping now, and I’ve just taken this souffle out from the oven, so it should still be perfectly —”

But he cut himself short when he saw you still snoozing. Pink-faced and hurt, he slammed the tray back onto the desk, a splash of tea jumping out from the pot and onto his finger.

“Ouch!” he cried, but quickly covered his mouth. You made no sudden movements, and Yves lowered his hand. It was an odd feeling, he wanted so badly for you to wake up and enjoy breakfast with him, but at the same time he wanted you to rest after all your work. It was like his body was conflicted between the two and couldn’t settle on what he truly desired.

Yves solemnly sucked on his finger and approached the bed again. You looked like you were having a very peaceful dream, a quaint smile draped across your lips, and once again Yves felt the contradictory sensation of letting you continue or asking you to share what made you smile so. He sincerely hoped you were dreaming of him.

Ridiculous. What did it matter what you were dreaming about? Or who? Nope, nope, nope! He wouldn’t dwell on that. He turned away to look at the tray again and an idea popped into his mind.

Right, he’ll just wake you up before the breakfast gets cold. Then while you two were eating, he could casually slip the question. Easy as pie!

Easier said than done. He didn’t have the nerve to rustle you when you looked so tranquil. And if him yelping in pain wasn’t enough to wake you, what would?

You are a prince, whispered a voice in his head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Jin’s. And how do princes wake sleeping maidens?

Suddenly Yves’s legs felt as though they were made of souffle. How absurd. Ludicrous. Preposterous. As if he could do that.

He looked at your sleeping form once more and thought, for just a moment, how lovely it would be to have those smiling lips directed at him when you awoke. He couldn’t feel the pain in his finger anymore, because the overwhelming sensation of his hands growing clammy overpowered it. No! That wouldn’t be right, you weren’t conscious.

Although, you did once say that it would be nice if he was more open with his affections. Spontaneous was the word you used.

The room became stifling as an oven. Yves stood at your bedside, perspiration building again in his brow, his hands… his everywhere. He hovered only a foot away from you, a bead of sweat trickling down his nose and dropping to the floor. Was this how Jin felt when sneaking up on a woman? No, Yves wasn’t sneaking, that sounded like he was doing something shameful. But then why did it feel like his mouth was the only dry place left on his body?

He leaned forward but halted as soon as he felt your tiny breaths on his face. His knees wobbled immensely, threatening to give out any moment. Tipsy and excited at the same time, he held his breath. It was now or never. He closed his eyes and took a step closer —

Bonk! A tiny pool of sweat gathered at his feet, enough to make him slip, and Yves’s forehead slammed hard against yours. He jerked back just as you let out a squeal, and the two of you rubbed your temples furiously before staring at each other. Deep pink blushes sprouted on your cheeks in unison.

“Wh— who were you dreaming about?” stammered Yves, and he wished more than all the desserts in the world that the head bonk would have just knocked him out.

Leon's bit is based off an episode with my roommates ^^;

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OC Interview;

I was tagged by @marivenah @echo3-1 @simonxriley @hoesephseed + @sstewyhosseini to answer these interview questions but as my oc, thank you sm my lovelies!🤍

So here’s a conversation with the up-and-coming Crime Lord herself; on her leader life so far and how she rose to the top of the Kyutoku Fortune! Warning: strong language and violent references included.

Tagging: @chuckhansen @queennymeria @jendoe @shellibisshe @jacobseed @risingsh0t @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @unholymilf @roofgeese @noonfaerie @denerims @liurnia @jackiesarch @confidentandgood + @phillipsgraves

Name?

Rin: Rinako Kyutoku. Those worthy, call me Rin. To everyone else it’s ‘Boss’.

Interviewer: And, if they were to call you Rinako? Or Ms Kyutoku?

Rin: You’d have to be pretty stupid to do that.

Are you single?

Rin: Please be more specific. If you’re referring to my romantic status, I am exploring my options. My options being limited to one man and his many areas to explore. *smirk*

Interviewer: So… that’s a no?

Rin: That’s a: I have someone fulfilling that role, but to define it as a relationship is not in our vocabulary. He’s a want, not a need.

Interviewer: Does ‘He’ have a name?

Rin: That’s on a need to know basis. Currently, you don’t need to know, so let’s keep it that way.

Are you happy?

Rin: You’d have to be pretty idiotic to assume anyone in this world is truly ‘happy’ *with finger air quotes*.

Interviewer: That leads me to believe your chipper exterior is another of your many faces.

Rin: Possibly. Depends on the occasion. Now is not one of them.

Are you angry?

Rin: Ah! Now that’s more like it! Anger is what drives people to act. Fundamentally, it’s under all our decisions if you think about it. I like to harness my anger and channel it towards my goals, same with other people. What could be more intimidating than a crowd of any civilians storming the gates of a bigot? So yes, I am angry most of the time - people just need to learn how to use it.

Are your parents still married?

Rin: Ugh, do we need to talk about them? No, they’re not married anymore, and that’s all I’ll say on the subject.

Interviewer: Is this a sore subject for you?

Rin: It’s an irritant.

Birth Place?

Rin: Osaka Prefecture, Japan. If you want something shady done, you head there. Guess it’s kinda poetic I was created there.

Interviewer: Do you miss it?

Rin: Like a dog misses a tick.

Hair Color?

Rin: Are you blind? Go on, take a wild guess.

Interviewer: I’m going to say black?

Rin: Ding ding ding! So he does have a head on his shoulders! But alas you missed the best part: the purple is from my partner, he deals with the styling.

Interviewer: It suits you, I must add.

Rin: I know *smirk*

Eye Color?

Rin: Naturally magenta, but it varies.

Interviewer: Seems there’s more to this answer?

Rin: It’s a little party trick of mine. Stick around, maybe you’ll get lucky enough to see it.

Birthday?

Rin: Why would you want to know that? It’s…. *pauses*

Interviewer: You don’t remember, do you?

Rin: It’s unimportant information these days, I haven’t celebrated it for years.

Interviewer: I’m surprised a woman with as high an IQ as you would forget anything.

Rin: Like I said, unimportant information.

|| Jess Note: it’s august 25th btw! Dabi is the only one who remembers ||

Mood?

Rin: What kind of question is that? I thought this was a serious interview. Right now I’m starting to get pissed off.

Gender?

Rin: Unfortunately female.

Interviewer: Is it difficult being a woman in your line of work?

Rin: I wouldn’t use the word difficult. Men like to waste time by talking over matters of the body - matters I have 0 interest in indulging, yet they persist. When they persist, I remove their hands, tongues and testicles. Then they’re fuel for the fire.

Interviewer: Excuse me!?

Rin: I’m joking. *not so joking facial expression* The fire part isn’t me, that’ll be my partner.

Interviewer: So the rest is true?!?

Rin: Remember who you’re talking to. I don’t take unwanted attention lightly, and neither does he *gestures to the dark figure standing in the corner not far from their conversation*

Interviewer: I…I see… moving on…

Summer or winter?

Rin: Is this a pre-teen questionnaire? Where are the questions about my achievements? The glory of being a young leader? Get to the interesting stuff or I’m cutting this interview short.

Interviewer: I’m sorry! The people want to know more about you as a person!

Rin: Tell them I’m a stone cold bitch with very little patience left. Next question.

Morning or afternoon?

Rin: *rolls eyes* Dabi… *flames appear in the corner*

Interviewer: Okay okay, no more questions like that!!

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

Rin: Pfft, no one with as much importance or prowess as I would waste time on trivial feelings like that. Love is for the pitiful, it only brings false security and promises. Love has never reached me so I’ll never extend the courtesy back.

Interviewer: So your partner, Dabi, you don’t love him?

Rin: Oi, Dabi. Do you love me?

Dabi: Fuck off idiot and answer the question. You better say yes though, we all know you’d be lost without me *walks over and drapes arm around her shoulder*

Rin: Shut your mouth matchstick, you know our deal. No, Mr Interview Man we do not love each other. We’re just 2 unfortunately similar souls fulfilling each other’s lust. *pats Dabi’s hand and half smiles*

Interviewer: *shivers* I see…

Who ended your last relationship?

Rin: Me, obviously. Though I wouldn’t call it a relationship. They fill needs of the time, so when that need is met: I leave.

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

Rin: Probably. Might be a new record, who knows. I don’t stick around long enough to know nor care anyway.

Dabi: Ooh what a player…

Rin: I thought I told you to fuck off already?

Are you afraid of commitments?

Rin: I’m not afraid of anything. And I’m committed to many things, just not in the sense you’re referring to.

Dabi: *pulls up a chair and joins* now that one is accurate.

Rin: See?

Interviewer: So what would you say you’re committed to then?

Rin: My goals, his goals *gestures to Dabi*. Anything that isn’t societies unnatural and idealistic form of ‘normal’.

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Rin: *Laughs* In the last week?! Try decade.

Dabi: Hey now, are you saying I don’t hug you?

Rin: *glares* does fucking count as hugging?

Interviewer: *turning red either from embarrassment or fear*

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Rin: Oh god SO many! You hire a guy and suddenly he’s falling at your feet promising to protect you! Not so secret if you ask me. Some get too over zealous though, so then matchstick here puts them back in their place *gestures to Dabi again*

Interviewer: So you do have a somewhat ‘normal’ relationship at times?

Rin: I hate normal.

Have you ever broken your own heart?

Rin: You’d need to have one of those in the first place.

Dabi: Ouch, self burn.

Rin: Coming from you.

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

Rin: Jesus, more idiotic questions. Fine, let’s speed round this. Ready? *looks to Dabi*

Dabi: *smirks*

Both: Lust.

Lemonade or ice tea?

Both: Neither.

Cats or dogs?

Rin: Neither.

Dabi: Cats.

Rin: What? You like cats? Since when?

Dabi: It’s quick fire, quit yapping.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

Both: No friends.

Interviewer: I’m starting to feel sorry for you two…

Rin: Hey! What the fuck!?

Dabi: Cool, bout time someone did.

Wild night out or romantic night in?

Both: Wild night out.

Rin: But depends on the ‘wild’ part.

Dabi: Oh here we go Miss “sleeping in a dumpster isn’t ‘wild’ or ‘fun’”

Rin: I refuse to acknowledge that comment.

Day or night?

Both: Night.

Interviewer: Okay, that was… easier than I expected.

Rin: What’s that supposed to mean?

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

Rin: *Laughs* Haha, no one’s ever caught me. In any context. Not even this guy.

Dabi: I agree that it’s impossible.

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Dabi: *side eyes her*

Rin: *fidgets* No. Next question.

Dabi: I thought you hated liars?

Rin: Fuck. You.

Interviewer: Shall I mark that as a yes?

Rin: Do you want to lose your eyes?

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

Rin: Who knew ambition could be so all consuming huh? I work until I achieve what I want. Pain is just a temporary set back, regardless of how extreme.

Dabi: *raises imaginary glass* Here here!

Wanted to disappear?

Rin: I can disappear when I want, it’s not that hard.

Dabi: Yeh, tell me about it.

Rin: Really? Now? Wallow in your loneliness some other time, I’m busy.

Interviewer: Could we possibly save the argument for afterwards? I am trying to speak with-

Dabi: Hey! Watch your mouth asshole we’re venting here

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

Dabi: Speed round again, you gotta do it

Rin: Ugh, fine.

Rin: Eyes.

Dabi: Smile.

Rin: *gives a surprised frown towards Dabi*

Shorter or taller?

Rin: Taller.

Dabi: Shorter.

Rin: Yeh, you were always a bit of a short shit until the growth spurt so no wonder.

Dabi: Oi, watch it!

Intelligence or attraction?

Both: Intelligence.

Rin: Or you’re like me and you’re born with both.

Dabi: *rolls eyes*

Hook-up or relationship?

Both: Hook up!

=Family=

Do you and your family get along?

Rin: We’re not talking about them.

Interviewer: But this is how you came to lead your family business, is it not?

Rin: Are you kidding me? They had nothing to do with it! All I can thank them for is their resentment, it’s made me who I am.

Would you say you have a "messed up life"?

Rin: *stares at the interviewer with a cocked brow* You tell me sunshine.

Interviewer: Sorry, I was going to skip that question…

Have you ever run away from home?

Rin: 26 times. Between the ages of 11 and 16.

Interviewer: Was your family life that bad?!

Dabi: Also pretty weird to keep count…

Rin: Fuck off already! You’re supposed to be on watch!

Dabi: *stands up with hands raised up* Fine, fine.. but only for you sweetheart *goes to kiss Rin’s cheek sarcastically*

Rin: LEAVE.

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

Rin: Of where? You’re gonna have to be more specific.

Interviewer: Let’s say… a restaurant?

Rin: No.

Interviewer: Really? How about a library?

Rin: Only because of matchstick. They didn’t like his smell, made them think the building was on fire. *laughs*

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

Rin: Paha! You’d have to have some for that to apply.

Interviewer: Not even 1 friend?

Rin: Friends are as good to me as an untied shoe lace.

Interviewer: So not even Dabi?

Rin: *pauses* …fine. 1 friend. And yes I hate him, just not very secretly.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

Interviewer: Correction: Do you consider Dabi to be a good friend?

Rin: As good as a gal like me can get without paying for it with blood or my body.

Who is your best friend?

Rin: What a stupid term. ‘Best friend’. “Ooh shall we sit and braid each other’s hair? Oowoowoo” ugh, disgusting.

Interviewer: I think you’re not wanting to admit that you’d like a best friend.

Rin: Intelligence doesn’t suit you, so stop trying to be it.

Who knows everything about you?

Rin: *stays silent again, looking at her feet*

Interviewer: Is everything okay?

Rin: No one knows everything about me. In fact, even you know too much *stands up*

Interviewer: Wait… WAIT!!

|| Blood everywhere!! Gahhh oooohhhh the horrrorrrrrrrrrrrr!! Anyway the end||

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High Card Episode 2: Make a Choice

So, admittedly, not as action packed and cool an episode as the first, but super interesting for two main reasons. Kingsman and Cards.

So let's look at that first one, Kingsman. I'm fairly certain the majority of people out there know of the Kingsman movies (which were originally comics). They know of the sort of rough around the edges underdog being picked up by a suave and sensible mentor to help with some top-secret spy stuff. They know of the Kingsman suit store, of the classic spy tropes. They know of that bar/pub scene in the first movie.

A lot of it is in this High Card episode. Of course, they can't give it all direct and literal references, but stuff like Wizardsman really makes the comparison clear as day.

Anyways, the cards. This episode confirms it. They all have "themes". We sort of knew with the diamonds, but it could have been a simple coincidence. Today though, we got another heart card so can properly confirm (you can cheat if you use the opening). So, what are the "themes"? Well, we know 3 of the 4 themes for sure. The heart suit is constitutional, or "enhancement", cards. Chris' 5 of Hearts is effectively immortality, and the bad guy's 3 of Hearts this episode was Rocking Rock which made his body super strong and durable. So how about diamonds, which we already know of? Well, now that we know how broad the themes can be, I would assume diamonds to be able to exert control over reality. Lucky Lunchman and his ability to effectively gamble and luck out on existence, and Bobby Ball's ability to turn people into marbles. Additionally, because of this theme, we can assume the talk about human combustion is another diamond suits player. Regardless, moving on, thanks to the opening, we know of the suit (and ability) of Wendy's card. She possesses a spade, and is able to create a katana (or potentially more specifically a Nodachi given the size), and has leather gauntlets instead of gloves. This means that the spade suit is used for weapons, though I would assume with a twist given what we know of Finn's two of spades. This leaves Clubs as the most unknown, the only person possessing one being Vijay (thanks to the opening). Vijay's clubs makes use of vines-slash-nature, but since we don't have any other one to compare to, it's hard to give an answer as to what the theme of clubs may be.

More in terms of the abstract of the episode, I really enjoyed the direction of it. They continue to provide a wide range of style that really sells the appeal of the series. It's got swagger, it's got a strong sense of self, and above all it sells the personality of each character. They keep shots wide with several characters, they have plenty of low angle shots to sell the scale and grandeur of them, and the list continues. The lighting and overall color palette of the series helps a great deal with it though, it provides a great deal of contrast and allows them to go all out with the feel of certain scenes.

As a side note I love this one, because the little tea filter or whatever it is (sorry, not well versed in tea stuff!), is symbolism for the filter through which the cards select the player, and that last little drop is the example of the bad players that would abuse the cards slipping through.

I think my point's been made, so moving on. The last little bit I'll speak about is the exposition. It's always great when there's a character that genuinely doesn't know of the comings and goings of what's behind the curtain, and they don't miss a beat in capitalizing on that to explain things and sell us on Finn. We learn a great deal about the X-Playing Cards, and about the nature of the world. They give some hints as to how the cards might choose their players but there's nothing set in stone. And lastly, I really enjoyed seeing Finn's mentor/adoptive father Lindsey again this episode. I believe it's really important to include those characters when possible within stories like this, particularly when it's a foundational aspect of a character like Finn. The whole piece about choices and decisions with this episode, due to Lindsey's involvement, was really solid.

So, not quite the first episode by any means, but it makes the most of the typical cadence and flow of a fresh series as it goes through the motions of explanations and recruitment. Looking forward to what they do with the next episode now that the playing field has opened!

#high card #anime recommendation #anime review #anime original #ハイカード #anime #anime and manga #finn oldman #chris redgrave

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lightleckrereins · 1 year

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something has always thrown me slightly off from a design perspective about the silver cleves alt, and I finally realised what it was. On the top, the pattern alternates from black fur to the silver embellished detail bit. However, on the side of the shorts the pattern alternatives from a black background embellished silver detail bit to just regular silver. This really throws off the cohesive symmetry imo even though silver cleves is probably my favourite alt cleves variation regardless. Any thoughts on why this choice was made from a design standpoint?

For the Cleves jacket and shorts combo there are two elements that get mixed to create the designs, shorts side construction style, and material combination. Both of these can either match or contrast with the jacket. What I think is looking odd to you is that for the silver alt cleves both are contrasting while in all other Cleves costumes it is either one contrast or both match.

There are five different materials (more actually but only five are relevant here) that have been used for the Cleves costumes. Some are combinations but for the sake of simplicity lets call them one material. Cutouts, holo vinyl, black vinyl, sequins covered with mesh, and fur.

I think it is very interesting how these interact with each other. While in most Cleves costumes the same materials are used on jacket and shorts. A big thing in six costumes is how certain panels on the top of the costume continue to the bottom. You would assume that to look connected both have to be the same material. Except you only need both to have the same color scheme to match. Think how the Aragon costume has a sequin side panel that continues as cutouts, different materials but since both are a black grid over gold the transition feels natural. This is the most clear with preupdate principal Cleves and teal Cleves.

(@/gracemelville_, @/shakasing_lcuk, @/vicki_manser)

The original red costume had red diamond vinyl and fur while the shorts had red holo vinyl and black vinyl with mesh. Completely different materials, but since both had solid red and solid black they matched. Teal Cleves has solid teal holo and fur on the jacket and shorts have black vinyl and teal holo with mesh. Again different materials but the color scheme of alternating teal and black is preserved.

The shorts side construction style has four variants. Vertical bands: pre update Cleves and black alt. V shapes: current Cleves and silver alt. Diagonals matching the front of the jacket: teal Vicki and Nicole. Diagonals oposed to the front of the jacket: teal Cherelle and orange.

(@/livalexander, Pamela Raith for Six the Musical, @/nila_kyoungmi, @/chloezuel)

When the bands go in the same direction as the front of the jacket they create an effect of visual continuity. With V shapes or bands in the oposite direction; that visual continuity is broken. But the lines seem to converge around the abdomen creating an X shape. With vertical bands there is no such visual effect and what ties the top and bottom together is the materials.

The X shape is the trickiest to make work in my opinion. For it to look right both jacket and shorts need matching color schemes. For principal Cleves both have cutouts and fur. And you are right in that silver doesn't. The silver jacket has cutouts and fur, while the shorts have cutouts and sequins with mesh. Cutouts match each other but the fur and sequins don't. Fur looks black and sequins look silver creating a slight disconnect between top and bottom.

(@/esmerothero ?, Pamela Raith for Six the Musical, @/harrietdeany)

Also I think it is slightly less noticeable in Esme's Cleves than in Harriet's as the stripped mesh in the middle of her shorts which avoids drawing too much attention to it. While Harriet has the newer Cleves mesh that alternates between two different widths of stripes. That adds yet another detail that makes the shorts look a little too bussy.

And yes I do agree that silver alt Cleves is one of the best alt variations out there.

#ask #six the musical #six costumes

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((whats shea like fashion sense wise?? what pla clothes does she wear?? does she stick with the same outfit or switch it up sometimes??))

HELLO ! && thank you for this ask i love asks esp when i get to ramble about my dummy child. so i have already put some thought into a lot of this before but i ain’t gonna link all that bc now i can have it all in one space. also catch all every image + art in the following is mine etc etc. throwing this under a read more for big images !

so i wanna start with the PLA era clothes. she does wear a galactic team uniform that is altered based off the shaymin themed dlc top seen here. the flora pattern, the belt + pouch, & the color scheme are very similar. however shea does wear the survey corps standard as well as summer & winter variants.

i do try my best to keep as much from the game as possible as i really want shea to blend into canon better & also this shit all slaps. anyway as i said her standard uniform is based more off that shaymin dlc but modified.

here is a concept wip i have where you can see the modification. the dlc outfit does have shorts that outside of cutscenes when i first played, i did not have wear. normally she wears pants. shea likes her legs covered in some fashion. the pants are a dark green & that lime green from the dlc outfit is switched to that darker green instead. the top is modified to be more stylized into a hanbok while keeping the other aspects. she also wears a sleeveless turtle neck underneath though that’s not shown here. the floral gracidea pattern is very prominent. something to note is that when shea woke up in hisui--- she was already wearing this outfit. she did not have modern clothes as she’s not from a modern era, so it’s to be assumed that arceus modeled this outfit to be similar to the survey corps uniform at base already. shea prefers function over all else.

her survey corps uniforms tend to be light weight, but durable. thick but not so much it would be difficult to move around in. while she does have a few various pairs, most have been repeatedly patched & repaired. the original outfit she woke up in has been duplicated as the uniform itself has been pretty threadbare for hundreds of years, though she keeps & still holds onto all of these uniforms in the flower paradise. usually if she is out on an adventure she tends to pack a uniform with her. usually one that’s best for colder temperatures like the thick winter one & one better for warmer temperatures.

when it comes to outfits outside of the uniform she tends to dress in very casual clothing that tend to also be somewhat hanbok inspired.

this is my lil reference w/ her faceclaim + the type of hanbok that i mean. it’s a very modern styling that has a more sleek silhouette. her faceclaim is wearing a much more traditional style that shea would adapt during the hisui period all things considering, while on the left the model would represent what shea wears in more modern day settings. below is a unfinished wip, again, that showcases this more modern day setting.

however shea doesn’t just wear traditional dressings in modern day. while at the flower paradise she does tend to wear what’s more comfortable to her like these hisui-era clothing, she does have a fairly extensive wardrobe for modern adventures. she favors the very modern trends of outwear & athletic wear as fashion choices. often donning cropped sweaters & hoodies + high waist shorts with leggings & comfortable, but durable, shoes like sneakers or boots. shea tends to wear things that create a silhouette in some ways. big hoodies or cropped to give a bit of bigger shape with more slender pants or such. her color palettes stay in the general pastel range & don’t move towards darker jewel tones. lighter color schemes are a hint toward a youthful nature, with darker hues that hints to maturity & while shea depending on what time period may be mature & older the keep to the pastels & soft tones help mask her to still seem like a normal 15year old.

but yeah that’s the general run down ! i hope this answers ur question thank u so much i love asks 8)

#( ooc; answered asks. )#( about / lore / headcanon. )#ive been waiting all day to answer this when i felt better tkjhafs

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@vaguely-concerned Part 3, Bernard Amell

10. Do they have any regrets?

No, not in general - Determination ensures that he gets over most things pretty quick… However, after finding out about Oculara and realizing that he doesn’t know where some of his siblings are, Bernard, to put it veeery mildly, regrets that he didn’t just bring all of them to Vigil from the very beginning and kept them safe there. It’s one of the few things Determination has hard time dealing with.

12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer, do they believe they have a sense of style?

As much as academically-minded circle-raised mage can have it - i.e. he considers fancy elaborate robes cool, and, since he owns some, considers himself pretty stylish. I guess he actually appears stylish from a certain point of view - at least he got a particular aesthetic nailed down and keeps to it. It all depends how much guys with waist-length braids, multi-layered robes with puffy sleeves and actually pretty good knee-high boots appeal to you.

His dear cousin Harrier definitely has one - basically Theodosian equivalent of punkish dude in jorts: and he definitely knows it - he did spend a lot of time cultivating it after all.

19. How easy is it to become their friend?

It’s pretty hard, actually! Not only you have to capture Bernard’s interest and prove yourself trustworthy and generally aligned with his goals, which is already a lot, esp since Bernard is already pretty unsettling-looking and tends to be pretty straightforward to the point of being inconsiderably rude and not a lot of people are willing to keep trying after being pushed away; you also have to earn his and Determination’s respect - which, while overlapping considerably, are still separate things. You also have to be cool with blood magic and some bonemancy as a given - they have neither desire nor intent to educate or change anyone’s mind.

32. If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?

Assuming we talk about physical parts - eyes. Bernard is painfully aware that his eyes are one of the most unsettling features about him and that it makes talking to people way harder than it could’ve been. He also just misses their original color - blue-ish green, just like his grandma Solène had. He was very proud of it and was even deemed Solène’s favorite cause she saw most of herself in him. His magic bleached them greish-white. Hyacinth (in multi-waden AU and just by herself) shares the sentiment - she is not very fond of her grey-occasionally-silverish-or-even-white hair - she wished her magic got her something actually cool or unique if it had to influence her appearance and not just give her something she would’ve eventually get naturally (and made her be mistaken for old woman in both Kinloch hold and eventually Vigil, at least before everyone memorized her face). It lasts up until she learns more about Dalish lore and famously white-haired Ghilan’nain and hallas - after that she starts to warm up to it.

44. Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?

In his solo timeline - probably no one, at least not fully. He is very much like those dads who don’t talk about themselves much - until they just casually drop some wild piece of their lore and then never mention it again.. :.D I guess Anders and Morrigan come pretty close - they are the ones he used to trust the most, but even they don’t know all of it. In multi-warden AU i guess Hyacinth has a chance to end up in top three with them - it’s just the effect she has on people, can-opener style.

#ask #vaguely concerned #ask game #dragon age #dragon age origins #m!amell #warden amell #bernard amell #dao #tag for words #tag for OCs

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big big Archer Normandy infodump (im insane)

1. What genre of music do they listen to the most? Would people assume they would like that style of music or is it wildly unfitting to their appearance? (ie; cutesy pastel girl likes heavy metal)

hehe he has a playlist JUST for this. but he mostly listens to like... indie/alt stuff..? like guitar n bass heavy. and usually in minor chords.

i think it fits tbh, he looks like an indie kinda guy

2. In terms of power scaling in-universe, are they about as strong as everyone else, stupidly overpowered, extremely weak, etc?

now this kinda depends on which Archer we're talking about.

see, there's actually TWO Archers. from two different universes/stories. like he acts differently enough in each version to be classified as an entirely separate character

so theres Demon Hunter Archer (DH) where he is, you guessed it, a demon hunter.

and there's Spider's Den Archer (SD) where he's kind of a... nosy jack of all trades type with no powers at all nd hes just a regular person

DH Archer? significantly weaker than his peers. doesnt use his abilities properly, can do stuff on his own but its like. nothing spectacular. hes very mid power wise here.

SD Archer is also like, not spectacular. he is lacking in physical strength and stamina and endurance but like. his smarts? insane. i ranked the main cast based on intelligence and Archer was up at the top, tied for first place with two others (a seeeecwwet). but apart from that hes pretty mid too actually. a bit LESS mid than DH Archer but still mid

3. Their playlist. Drop their playlist (or, if it's extremely long, the most fitting songs on it) and include specific lyrics from each song you consider to be the most fitting. Explanation not required but you can if you feel like it! Do not care about cringe. It is fun.

hehe here's this bad boy

as mentioned, most of these are songs that he'd LISTEN to, more than like... songs that describe him. and also theres a mix of DH Archer + SD Archer who are basically like.... two different characters with how they act.

i'm currently fixated on SD Archer BUT. DH Archer actually DOES have a song tht best describes him. "switch it up" by the happy children. and its mostly the chorus (i forgor the lyrics) but about needing to get ur face smashed on a truck, u know. like something about his hopeful nature and that he's willing to get up and try again

SD Archer doesnt have a defined theme like that BUT. out of these... I Wish actually fits pretty well. surprisingly.

5. If their personality has changed drastically over development, what's something that was once true about them that is now absolutely absurd to imagine and false?

i wouldnt call this a personality change since its more like... him being a different character depending on what universe hes in. BUT.

the key difference between the two? DH Archer is more bright eyed and hopeful and is more willing to fight for the future. SD Archer is shit miserable and pessimistic and full of malice and evil (makes pipe bombs in your garage). also SD Archer is more deadpan and aloof at first (like when you meet him before he warms up to you). DH Archer is more... awkward.

6. When it comes to food, are they more into savoury, salty, sweet, sour, spicy etcetc food? Are they picky with their food or will they eat just about anything that isn't spoiled?

he'll eat just about anything, but he prefers savoury stuff the most

7. In your opinion, do you think if they were real you would be friends with them or not?

oh god no he'd think im cringe and annoying and would tell me to kill myself

8. ^ Relating to above question, do they consider themself easy to get along with, and is that actually true?

nope and its kinda true

10. Do you have a voice claim for them?

"bubblegum" by the happy children

11. What's their "theme" color? What color do you associate with them? Is it in their color scheme or just a color that reminds you of them?

red :) its in his DH colour scheme cause thats the colour of his uniform, but you dont see it as often in SD. in SD he's more black n white n monochromey, but sometimes he has a red shirt on

12. Would you consider them well-liked in universe, or are they more an… acquired taste

an acquired taste for SURE. he has a tendency to be aloof and off putting, ESPECIALLY around people he doesn't know/just met. so everyone that doesnt know him just thinks hes an ass

13. ^ What about outside of canon? Are they one of your more well-liked characters?

if i had a fandom, Archer would be. divisive. you either love him or you hate him, for similar reasons as the above question. i love him to bits tho hes my babygirl

15. What would their theme song/leitmotif be titled? What would it sound like, if you have an idea?

HMMM... his theme/leitmotif would be like... bass guitar heavy. thats His Instrument. and it would probably start out all like somber n sad, but then devolve into something... violent and angry? but finish off in a hopeful kinda way..

look its vague but it makes sense in my head okay

and as for a name... Missed Target? why? well. well.

16. Are they a projection of yourself in any way? How similar are they to you?

OH GOD YEAH. yeah. he has all of my mental issues and hes trans n gay and also seems aloof and quiet at first until you get to know him. hes super heavily based off of me but with like... a little touch of his own flavour. he is different from me in his own way

funny thing, Archer's character actually started as a self insert for a demon hunter story. when talking about him, id refer to him as "i" or "me". but he ended up becoming his own thing with time, completely separated from me :]

17. Are they capable of holding their own in a fight or are they laughably easy to beat?

UHHH depends on which one we're talking about again

DH Archer can hold his own against like... weaker, fodder type enemies. but with stronger n a bit more intelligent ones? ehhh not so much. and probably not much against other demon hunters either.

SD Archer isnt one for physical altercations at all. he'd get his ass beat. he'd probably end up getting enraged and try going for low blow fury type attacks, like going for the eyes or just hitting whatever's in the way, but like. he's really easy to deal with

18. Do they swear often? On occasion? At All?

all the time also he says slurs

19. How do they text people? Lots of exclamations? All lowercase? Very Serious And Grammatically Correct? 1 Billion Emojis? Cutesy uwu speak? Etc etc.

he types in all lowercase, doesnt shorten his words (you -> u, tonight -> tonite, etc.) and uses apostrophes. he doesn't use emojis unless its ironic and you rarely see him using punctuation of any kind.

he talks super blunt and just say what he means. no typing quirks, we die like men

20. How easy is it to befriend them? How easy is it to make them hate you?

hard to befriend for sure, mostly because he's so closed off at first. if youre enough of an extrovert or spend a long enough time around him he'll grow to like you tho.

WAYYY easier to make him hate someone though. he holds grudges like a mf

21. How do they prefer to be referred to? First name, last name, nickname, another alias entirely etc?

he does not care at all as long as its a variation of his name. most of the time he doesnt have a reaction to nicknames, but if its someone he likes romantically he'll like... blush a lil but not say anything

22. Compared to the rest of your cast, are they tall or short?

he's average. like super average. the middle of the bunch

23. Are they a dog or cat person? Neutral? Do they prefer another animal entirely?

neutral but has a sliiightly bigger preference for cats. just likes how quiet they are

24. Do they know what a sigma male is. Be honest

yes and he thinks theyre stupid and insults them

25. How do they react to being loved and/or cared for? Similarly, how do they express their love for others?

he's unsure of how to react.. in the moment? he'll blush and get slightly flustered, and later spend time overthinking what happened and if he understood the intentions correctly. he's most likely to brush it off as him just misinterpreting it and it mot meaning anything

when he loves someone he drops the aloof persona, becomes more talkative and actually starts smiling for once. he's more of an.. acts of service guy? im not sure actually because i can picture it clearly but cant put it into words, so just trust me ok

26. How do they react to being disliked? Similarly, how do they express their distaste for others?

depends. if it's someone he doesn't know, he couldnt give any less of a fuck about it. however, if it's someone he knows (and likes) he'll think about offing himself for DAYS, maybe even WEEKS.

the exception is his family he does not care about them he hopes they explode if they dont like him

27. What Pokémon type(s) would they be?

normal/electric

28. Are they the type to be chaotic and reckless or are they more the type to think before they act?

chaotic and impulsive wildcard type for sure

29. Are they an open book or hard to read emotions-wise?

hard to read because his expression rarely changes

30. Can they keep a secret?

yes, absolutely

31. What are some things you associate with them? Certain aesthetics, items, colors, feelings, tastes etc! Anything goes!

the colour red

the feeling of finding out something new/piecing info together

handguns

32. What role do they serve in the story? Are they a main character, side character, antagonist, protagonist etc?

main character/protag in both DH and SD. the special boy :]

33. What's the meaning behind their name?

there is none i just picked what sounded cool to me tbh

34. What inspired you to create them?

a dream i had abt a demon hunter world, in which, upon fleshing out the world with me bf, my first self insert was a demon, and his was a demon hunter.

well, with some time nd development, i decided to make a demon hunter self insert of my own and this bad boy was born

35. FREE SPACE! Drop some miscellaneous fun facts, tell us their backstory, do whatever! Go crazy.

SD:

he's been obsessed with a certain missing person's case for 5 years

has a knife he got as a gift from someone that he treasures dearly

used to draw nd make stories when he was younger but lost his spark completely and can barely think of a name for a character nowadays

has two fursoneys [deer and a mink/monkey thing]

undiagnosed autism [the "i make bombs" kind]

DH:

has lightning powers

comes from a military family

has chain knives he uses for combat

#i love my babygirl my blorbo my grumblo #oc talk #Archer Normandy

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