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“In This Life, and the Next. I Swear.”

Happy Holidays, have a bittersweet reincarnation fic.

Summary: Mizu may not believe in reincarnation, but you do. You'll believe in it enough for both of you. You may not be strong, but your soul is. You'll carry her to a better lifetime.

Content Warnings: Did your really think no one would die in a reincarnation fic? Hmmm?

“Next lifetime, you have to court me,” you murmur into Mizu’s neck as her fingers trace along the bare skin of your back where you lie atop her. “None of this... stoic loner act where I have to wear you down into letting me love you. Yeah?”

Mizu snorts, her other hand resting over her eyes. “Not on your life.”

Making an offended noise, you bite her collarbone in retaliation, hearing her laughter fill the inn room.

“When we come back, I want our lives to be simple,” you say as Mizu helps you down from the horse you borrowed on your escape from the last town.

Resisting the urge to let a sigh slip at this fantasy coming back up again, she mutters, “Yeah? You’d prefer to have a boring life, after you basically attached yourself to me and Ringo to escape your home?”

“Well yeah, I’m getting all of my adventuring done in this life cycle.”

“And you don’t want that again?” Mizu starts to lead the horse toward the outer skirts of the city, hoping to find a stable to leave it without being spotted.

You walk alongside her, studying her passive expression. “I do." A beat. "But I want you to have peace more.”

Her eyes dart to you, genuinely caught off guard. The openness, the honesty in your face has a bubble of overwhelming emotion welling up in her chest.

Her head turns back to the road, retreating into her silence to avoid speaking and risking her voice betraying her.

But after a few minutes of her staring off into the distance, she quietly says with a softened brow, “That’s kind.”

‘Do you regret choosing this life, knowing how quickly it will all end? Or did you walk into it blindly, optimistic for some happier resolution?’

Mizu jerks you up into her arms, apologizing frantically over and over as you scream in pain when she applies pressure to the stab wound deep in your stomach. She tenses her grip as your body tries to seize and jerk away from the splitting, hot pain radiating through your nerves from pressure on the gash. You’re too scared to look down and see your own insides peeling away from each other.

Taigen and Ringo are fending off the last few bounty hunters, the clashing of swords and knives fading into the background as you dig your bloodied fingers into her haori. “Come find-find me again,” you say with frantic eyes, swallowing back another mouthful of metallic blood forcing its way up your burning throat.

“What?!” Mizu’s attention is torn between keeping an eye on her back and wrapping a torque around your middle from the fabric she torn off your kosode.

You grab her face, leaving a bloody streak on her cheek as you force her to look at you. Her widened blue eyes are forced to look into yours with no barrier, her glasses lost somewhere in the snow from the fight. You can feel how fast your body is losing warmth. The edges of your vision are blurring, and the draw to fall asleep is growing more powerful than the burning gap in your stomach. Mizu may not know how to die, but you-

‘I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so, so sorry.’

You need her to hear you before everything stops. So you grip her cheek and stare into her panic-stricken eyes. You’re scared too, but you’re more scared of coming back to this world and not seeing her again than you are of not coming back at all.

“Come find me again.”

Mizu hates the concept of promises, and the bigger and more impossible they sound the more she avoids them. But you nose is turning pink from the cold, or from your crying. Tears are trailing down the sides of your temples, cutting through any blood stains across your face.

And she hates promises.

Tears well in her own eyes as she clenches her teeth against a violent sob.

But she hates denying you proof that she loves you more. If you pass without it… if you die with the last words in your ears being 'I can't'…

Every whisper and cry of “Onryō” she’s ever heard echo louder and louder in her head until they're all scream chanting in unison. She blinks, and for a heart-freezing moment your terrified eyes turn her shade of blue.

“Onryō!”

“ONRYŌ!”

"𝔬n҉𝔯y҉𝔬o҉𝔫r҉𝔶o҉𝔬n҉𝔯y҉𝔬o҉𝔫r҉𝔶o҉𝔬n҉𝔯y҉𝔬-"

Her hand lifts away from the rapidly growing stain of blood coming through the makeshift torque across your abdomen and settles on your cheek.

She forces the corners of her mouth up into a reassuring smile as her own body trembles.

“Okay,” her voice wavers as she blinks out tears. “I’ll come find you.” Her voice is like a child making their first vow. “I’ll, I’ll come find you again.”

You smile weakly, and despite her own forced one, her eyes fill with terror for just a moment at the blood staining your teeth.

You reach up and tug her hair out of its high bun, watching it tumble around her shoulders.

You need your soul to memorize what she looks like when she’s not hiding. For next time.

Your own smile wavers. “You have to. I won’t… I won’t forgive you if you don’t.”

The fragile look on her face crumples into despair. Mizu leans her temple against yours as the sobs overtake her, her long hair draping over both of your faces and blocking out the world. “I will. I will I will I will I will I-“

Her fractured voice fades away, and your vision swims.

But your soul is at peace.

‘It's your turn, Mizu.’

‘I ended up burying you with as many red spider lilies I could scavenge. They’ll help guide you to the next life. I made Ri( ) swear to bury me next to you with just as many. If he’s around to collect my corpse when I go. If anyone is. ( )I used to not care if anyone did, as long as I finished my mission. But now I’m terrified something happens and I can’t keep my promise.

I’m sorry. I miss you. I’m sorry I made a promise that’s out of my hands.

( )

I’m sorry.’

You stare down at the spread of papers and antique diaries written in kanji. You’re trying to organize them by chronological order based on context from the letters and diaries, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as you go. Especially with words smudged and faded by centuries of time. You rub your eye behind your glasses.

‘She really is making this hard for me.’ You sigh through your nose as you bite down on the end of your pen.

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?” You glance to your side, surprised to be pulled from your work and come face to face with probably the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. “Hello?”

“Sorry,” she smiles, lowering her head to pull her tinted glasses off. “I just saw you over here and uh-“ her expression goes a little strained as she looks for the right words. “I just, uh-”

You glance between her and the spread of antique writing from the archives. “Are you the person that checked these out last? Do you need them back?”

“No. I just-" She makes a face. Whatever she planned to say when she came over was quickly unraveling. Her eyes dart away, and land on the diaries. Her eyebrows furrow slowly, something flickering in her blue eyes.

Very pretty eyes…

She jerks her chin down at the spread of papers. “What is that?”

A little thrown off at the changes in conversation, you pick up one of the diaries. “Um, this is work for my master thesis. I’m studying unknown woman and queer history of Edo Japan.” Your fingers drum over the cover. “Came across this treasure when going through the archives. It’s a bunch of writing from a rogue swordsman to his lover after her death. But in my review of it, I’m positive I can prove that he was actually a woman,” you grin a little with pride, shifting your weight side to side with delight at getting to discuss your research.

“Lesbian samurai,” she laughs lowly, eyes warm.

“Something like that,” the corners of your lips lift up.

“Well that’s really fascinating,” her fingers trail across the edge of the table as she steps closer. “I’d love to hear more about it. Maybe… over dinner?” The corner of her mouth grimaces for a moment, her eye twitching once with frustratation at herself with that cheesy delivery.

Your lips part, eyes widening with a breathless little “Oh.”

The woman gains confidence from how your eyes light up behind your glasses as you flush. Her hand squeezes her shoulder, a nervous tic. “I’m sorry. I saw your over here and had to give it a shot.”

“No, I’m glad you did,” you’re quick to reassure her. You look up at her with bright eyes as you dig through your backpack for notebook paper.

“I wouldn’t have forgiven you if you didn’t.”

A tilt of her lips, her hand outstretched. “Mizu.”

You introduce yourself.

You hold out the pen and paper to get her number, and she asks as she leans over to scribble it out on the table, “Anything good in those letters?”

“Most of it’s pretty grief heavy,” you smile sadly. “But in a poetic and romantic way? Like, even though her love was gone, probably pretty young, she kept her memory alive as she fought through life.”

Mizu glances up at you, and something tightens in your throat and sinks into your stomach. You don’t know why you admit quietly, “The first time I read them I started crying in the archive room.”

A beat, where you feel dread creep up your neck at suddenly tanking the mood.

Her face grows impassive, deadly quiet for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

You quickly blink back tears that come on alarmingly fast. “What?”

Mizu blinks too, straightening up. “Just, sorry that it made you sad. I guess.” She smiles again, albeit a little smaller this time, and hands over the paper. “I guess I’ll see you? Hopefully soon?”

A soft laugh huffs out your nose as that melancholic moment passes. “Yeah,” your hand brushes against the inside of her palm as you take the paper. “Really soon.”

She leaves you with a satisfied grin, her nose scrunching up as she turns and walks off.

You watch her go, feeling something tighten in your stomach again at how relaxed she looks.

You look down at her number, and see that she slyly signed it with the kanji for “Promise”.

As you begin to organize the letters to skim through them again, your hesitate on the one you had just been reviewing. You hold it and the notebook paper up side by side.

The letter unfolds and a single, dried, book pressed red spider lily flutters to your feet.

Mizu perfectly copied the handwriting of the swordswoman’s kanji.

“Huh.”

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sev-on-kamino · 9 months

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Absence//Fonder Pt. 2

Summary: The boys surprise you with a trip to your home world and a vocabulary lesson.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x medic fem!reader (pronouns she/her, no physical descriptions, no y/n, pet names)

Warnings: Crosshair, angst (not much I swear!), fluff so sweet you’ll need your dentist, sweet kisses ( the smut happens in chapter 3 😏) but MINORS DNI

Written while listening to “Tell Her You Love Her” by Echosmith

Series playlist can be found here!

Part 1 Part 3

Word count: 3132

Crosshair had been called many things in his life. Talented, cocky, aloof to name a few. No one had ever called him a coward though. It was in his very nature to look at the impossible and find a way.

The odds didn’t matter.

He and his brothers had faced forces that would have given much larger squads pause, and they’d never hesitated. Never felt like they couldn’t get the job done.

Yet there he was, stomach twisted into knots, muscles in his legs twitching with the desire to bolt, afraid. Not afraid of a battalion of clankers, rollies, and spiders.

No. He was afraid of a nat born medic, who clutched Wrecker’s arm like a lifeline during turbulence. A medic who could sew up her own wounded leg without batting an eye, but would discharge her blaster at the sight of an insect. A medic who was the epitome of soft, yet had the power to crush him in the palm of her hand.

He’d never told anyone he cared for them, nor had he asked anyone what they felt for him. Quite frankly he didn’t give a fuck. The fleeting attentions of strangers, whose names he would forget immediately, had been more than enough to scratch the well-concealed itch for a semblance of connection.

Now, you were ruining him without even trying. Punching a hole straight through his carefully crafted armor. Making him weak.

And in a few moments, depending on your reaction, you could break all five of them. Clone Force 99 could be brought to its knees by you in a single instant.

He watched his brothers as they led you towards the location Tech had chosen. Excitement radiated off of you like a sun’s rays. He would never admit it, but he was dying to be wrong this time. He wanted to believe that you could love them. That you could love him.

Blindfolded, you were unable to see the looks of hope and affection etched onto their shared features. You were simply excited for another adventure with them. Hunter’s hands rested securely on your shoulders with your hands over them.

The sergeant had woken you up upon landing with a bandana in hand.

“We’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, as you got dressed.

“Really?” you asked, mind racing as you tried to imagine what it was. It wasn’t your birthday, their decant day, or any other holiday. Not that it mattered. The fact that the five of them had formed a plan to surprise you damn near made your brain short circuit. That showed a level of care and consideration you had rarely even received from people you were seriously dating.

“Yep, gotta make sure you don’t peek though,” he said waving the bandana.

You resisted the urge to make a filthy joke about being tied up for them and instead turned so Hunter could tie the bandana on. The world went dark, and you took a nervous breath until you felt Hunter’s hands on your shoulders, and you relaxed. He would never let anything happen to you.

“Where’s my bucket?” You asked, suddenly feeling naked without it.

“You won’t need it here,” Hunter said, steering you towards the door.

“Is this some kind of initiation thing?” you asked, breaking the silence. “Testing my bravery to prove I’m one of you?”

Wrecker snorted, “That’s a pretty good idea! We could dangle you over a cliff by your ankle?”

“If I don’t scream, I’m in?” You asked with a giggle.

“Grow up, you two,” Crosshair said, and you swore you could hear him rolling his eyes.

“…yes.” Wrecker whispered in answer to your question, setting off more giggles.

“We’ve got a little hike coming up, so one of us will carry you,” Hunter said, as you all came to a stop.

Even blindfolded you knew where all of them were by their steps. You reached for Wrecker, but Hunter caught your hand.

“Wrecker’s got his hands full,” Hunter said, and you could hear a smile in his voice. It made your stomach flip with excitement.

“Ooooh, the plot thickens.” You stepped forward and instead found Tech’s shoulders, wrapping your arms around him. You made a soft noise of surprise, as he grabbed your thighs, and hoisted you off the ground easily.

“Are you comfortable?” Tech asked.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, face pressed against the side of Tech’s helmet.

You hum softly, listening to the sound of your squads’ steps, mind conjuring all sorts of fantastic scenarios for what they could have planned.

It was quiet and warm, and you could hear their boots crunching over dry ground, so you knew you weren’t on Kamino. You had been sleeping for the majority of the trip, and blindfolded before stepping off of the ship, so you couldn’t use the stars for clues.

You hummed softly as the trek continued, occasionally grinning when Wrecker would chuckle at some joke from Echo you couldn’t quite make out. You were close to beginning a round of “Are we there yet?” when Tech stopped, and slowly released his grip on your thighs.

“We have arrived at our intended destination,” he said, as you got your feet under yourself after several minutes of being carried.

Hunter removed the bandana, and you looked around. A small city twinkled in the valley below your position atop a massive hill. You looked to the rich blue night sky above, and connected the stars. Your brow furrowed a moment before the realization hit you. You were home…well, your home world. Home was the Marauder now. A lump formed in your throat, and tears pooled in your eyes.

“You brought me home?” You asked, turning to face them, smiling even as the tears poured down your face.

“We missed you, and we thought this would be a good welcome home surprise,” Echo said.

“It was Hunter’s idea,” Tech supplied.

“Oh, Hunter, this is perfect!” You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest. “Thank you.”

Hunter held you close a moment, before releasing you slowly to smile down at you.

“This is a pretty special spot, you know?” You asked tucking your arms behind your back and rising up on the balls of your feet.

“Yes, I selected it for that very reason. The local population has designated this as a place to share important news with loved ones,” Tech said, clearly proud of himself.

“Right as always, Tech,” you beamed at him. “Planning to share some news?”

“Actually we thought today might be a nice day to teach you some Mando’a, so you know what we’re saying to you,” Hunter said nodding towards Wrecker, who took a deep breath and stepped up to take your hands.

“Finally!” You cheered, buzzing with excitement.

A bright smile lit up your features as you looked up at him. He smiled warmly, eyes roaming your face. You’d only been gone a couple of weeks, but Wrecker had missed you fiercely every moment.

“Well, we call you ‘mesh’la’ cause it means beautiful. Easy to see why. You are beautiful inside and out,” Wrecker said before taking you gently by your arms and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Your heart jumped and your breath hitched. You cleared your throat and said, “I knew I liked that one.”

He smiled warmly, and stepped to the side, gently guiding you to Echo, who took one of your hands next. He rested his scomplink against your waist, and you held his bicep, as you beamed expectantly at him.

“We call you ‘saraad’ because it means flower. You make every place you’re in brighter, more alive.” Echo kissed your forehead, and you felt anticipation buzzing in your chest. Your heart beat faster than before, as Tech took his place before you could even react.

“Senaar’ika means little bird. You are always eager to take flight whether you are ready or not. Brave, reckless to be certain, but brave nonetheless,” straight to the point as ever, Tech pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You released a shuddering breath, your face warming up under their gentle affections. Am I dreaming? You thought, now scared to move or speak for fear of breaking the spell they were weaving around you.

Hunter hesitated only a moment before resting a hand on your waist, as the other cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your cheekbone. Your eyes met his, as you placed your hands on his chest and held your breath.

“‘Cyare’ is one you’ve heard more and more lately. The closest word in basic is beloved,” Hunter said, and you knew he’d heard your heart skip a beat before racing away.

“You’re special to us, and we want to keep you close…closer,” Hunter took a deep breath, his warm brown eyes held yours. “We’ve fallen for you, and we hope that’s ok. Nothing has to change if you don’t want it to.”

“You’ve fallen for me? I-, I…I can’t even…” you stammered, simultaneously thrilled and confused. You took a deep breath, lifting one hand to rest over his against your face, the other sliding up to caress his face.

“Is it ok, if I kiss you now?” He asked. You nodded immediately.

He smiled and leaned down to press his lips to yours. You didn’t wake up. His arm wrapped around your waist, and you knew it was real. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Been wanting to do that for awhile now,” he confessed.

“That makes two of us…or maybe 6 of us,” you said with a nervous laugh.

You’d thought of no less than a dozen different scenarios when Hunter had blindfolded you, but you never imagined this could be a possibility. Not even in your wildest dreams did you allow yourself to believe that the 5 amazing men standing before you could care for you the way you cared for them.

There’s a relieved sigh from behind Hunter, and you leaned around him to see Crosshair properly. His eyes were taking you in much like he had upon your return. Drinking you in while he figured out what to say. You looked up at Hunter, and he nodded, stepping back to give you a path to Crosshair. Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards the sniper.

For the first time since you met him, you reached for Crosshair, taking hold of him with confidence. Your eyes met his, a light smile playing on your lips.

“Any special words you wanna teach me, Crosshair?” You asked, hoping your voice was steady.

“You already know my favorite word for you. The one that’s been going through my mind since you left,” Crosshair said quietly, bringing his lips within an inch of yours.

“And what word would that be?” you asked, moving closer to let your lips brush his.

“Mine,” he said before closing the distance between you, kissing you with relief. The first kiss had been almost hesistant, as a part of him was sure he was stealing affection that wasn’t meant for him. But it was meant for him. You wanted him…all of them. You weren’t running away or pulling back. You were in his arms, holding him close like he belonged to you.

Wrecker cleared his throat noisily, and Crosshair broke the kiss to give him a look.

“Just for that, you can go last,” Crosshair sneered, guiding you towards Tech, who pulled you close and let his arms settle comfortably around your waist. Just like before your arms rested over his shoulders, this time your fingers carded gently through his hair.

“I hope that you will be willing to answer a few questions for me, senaar’ika. I have been compiling data for quite some time, and despite today’s success, I still have some theories to test in order to draw definitive conclusions.”

“I’ll indulge your experiments, if you’ll indulge mine,” you said with a mysterious little smile.

“Well, of course, I am more than happy to assist in the pursuit of knowledge,” Tech replied. Happy with your response he leaned in to brush his lips softly over yours. You whined, wanting more, and he pressed closer, letting you feel his need for you. Tech’s kiss was just like him, a curious exploration that left you giddy.

He pulled back, and opened his mouth to say more, but Wrecker cut him off, “Maker, Tech, you can talk her ear off later. We’ve still got another thing to give her!”

“Despite the rudeness of his delivery, Wrecker is correct. We do have another surprise for you,” Tech said, releasing you slowly, as Echo moved close to pull you into his arms.

“I almost slipped up and kissed you last night, so I may need to make up for that,” Echo said, before kissing you slow and deep. You were so sure your heart was actually going to break its way out of your ribcage if they kept going at this rate.

“Stars, Echo, I can think of a few more things for you to make up,” you said breathlessly, as he pulled back with a grin.

“Finally!” Wrecker said, spinning you around and scooping you up into his arms to press the softest kiss of all to your lips. He handled you with such care and affection, you couldn’t help but sigh happily against his lips.

“Kriff me, if I’d known this would happen, I’d have left sooner,” you said with a laugh, as Wrecker set you back down on your feet.

“Well, no more running off to help Cody because we missed you too much,” Wrecker said, caressing your face gently.

“I promise I won’t be doing that again for quite some time,” you confessed.

“Good, because Cross here, was worse than usual,” Hunter teased.

Crosshair scowled and folded his arms. “Just tell her the next surprise.”

“You belong with us no matter what, so Crosshair gave your helmet a little update,” Echo said from just beyond Wrecker, where Hunter and Tech had set up a fire, and a tent. You suspected that’s what had kept Wrecker’s hands full.

Echo straightened up and passed you your bucket. You looked down at it, and a smile slowly spread across your face. A tiny skull and a 99 now adorned your helmet like a kiss on the cheek.

“Cross, you did this for me?” You asked, turning to the sniper. It was difficult to tell in the low light, you could have sworn he was blushing.

“We thought you might like it,” Hunter said.

“I love it.”

***

The six of you gathered around a happily crackling fire, as you finally answered all of their questions about your time away. Crosshair watched you with rapt attention, appreciating all of your little quirks, as you discussed the missions you’d participated in, including the one that had resulted in your injury.

“Still pissed you got shot. Not surprised though. That always happens with regs,” Wrecker said, tightening his hold on your waist, as he held you to his side.

“Hey!” Echo said, leaning around you and gesturing to himself. “I’d never let her get shot.”

“You know I don’t mean you, Echo,” Wrecker said dismissively.

“It’s just a scratch, boys,” you laughed. “There’s barely even a scar.”

“We sent you to Commander Cody with no scratches, and we expected you to come back in the same condition,” Crosshair said gesturing at you with a toothpick.

“Though I would have chosen a less objectifying way to phrase it, I agree with Crosshair,” Tech said, looking up from his datapad. “I would have thought you would be in excellent hands with our Marshal Commander, and not in a position to take damage from a sniper.”

“Awwww, did Cody let your favorite toy get all scuffed? You want a new one?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice.

Crosshair shook his head slowly. Tech looked offended at the suggestion.

“And have to break in another one?” Hunter interjected. “No way. You’re stuck with us now.”

“Oh no,” you gasped in mock anguish. “Whatever shall I do? Stuck with my favorite people in the galaxy. Torture.”

You draped yourself dramatically over Wrecker’s legs, much to his amusement. His hearty laughter rumbled out of his chest, as he pulled you close to his chest, so you were sitting in his lap.

“Your favorite people? In the whole galaxy?” He asked, his mismatched eyes full of hope as they focused on yours.

“Absolutely. You have been for awhile,” you confessed. “I hated being away from all of you.” You looked around the fire at each of them before bringing your focus back to Wrecker. “I mean it. I don’t wanna do that again for a good long while.”

Satisfied, Wrecker cupped your face and brought his lips to yours again. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you felt yourself relax against him. His lips moved over yours with a gentle confidence that made you hum low in your throat, and press closer to him.

You broke the kiss, as a yawn forced its way out of you. You were still absolutely exhausted. The thrill of their confession had given you the sweetest sugar high, and you were crashing.

“You require rest,” Tech said, “I will take first watch.”

“I’ll take it,” Crosshair said, shooting a glance at Hunter, who had covered him the night before. He’d gotten you all to himself for several hours, and he knew the others were itching to snuggle with you. He was too relieved to be selfish. For now.

You stood up and stretched, reaching for the sky you’d grown up under before wandering over to Crosshair and kneeling down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Come snuggle with me soon,” you whispered.

He nodded, as he watched you rise and make your way into the tent.

“We’ll keep you company, Cross,” Wrecker said with a grin, as Tech and Echo followed you into the tent, and Hunter relaxed on his back to look up at the stars.

“Oh goody,” the sniper replied with a halfhearted roll of his eyes.

***

You’d worried it would be awkward, but going to sleep between Tech and Echo felt as natural as breathing. Echo spooned up behind you, your face against Tech’s chest. The three of you chatted quietly for a little while, while their hands moved over your body absently.

You began to drift in and out of consciousness, despite your desire to stay awake and enjoy their presence.

“Sleep, saraad,” Echo commanded gently. “We’ll all be here in the morning.”

“Promise?” You asked sleepily, as you nuzzled against Tech.

“Promise,” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist.

Warm and safe, you left yourself drift away.

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redrobin-detective · 8 months

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Simon and Marcy's relationship through the years

So I finally watched the Stakes miniseries in Adventure Time and I think like I finally understand Marceline and her motivations better, especially regarding Simon.

So seeing the stuff with Marcy's mom from Stakes I think it's pretty clear why she sent Marcy away in the first place.

She didn't want Marcy to see her die. It could be any general post-apocalyptic illness I suppose but with a mutagenic bomb I'm gonna assume it's some sort of radiation poisoning. Marcy is little here, between 5-7 so I don't think she processed why her Mom 'abandoned' her, only the hurt left behind. We see she hadn't really accepted/understood until Distant Land's Obsidian.

So that fear of abandonment translates over to Simon who, also, is forced to leave 'for her safety'. So, objectively, it's about the crown, how he's slowly losing himself and could potentially hurt her. I had asked, right from the start of my AT watch 'why does he keep putting the crown on?' We see in Simon & Marcy, its as a deterrent against the dangers of a post-war world. But Marcy was important to him, surely he could find some other way, I mean look at this

This is not a man eager to leave behind the child in his care. So why did he?

And after watching Marcy's mom succumb to radiation poisoning it hit me. Simon left Marcy for the same reason her mom did: to spare her the pain of watching a parent die. Here are the lyrics from I Remember You

"This magic keeps me alive / but it's making me crazy"

The crown was keeping him alive through the apocalypse, if it wasn't poisoning from the bomb it might have been something else. Marcy, being half demon, was protected but Simon was totally human without the crown's protection. Simon realized he had no choice but to leave her: by dying as a human like her mother or lost to madness of the crown. So he left, to ensure she didn't have to see either one. It was probably the hardest decision he ever made and he felt guilty enough to write Marcy a note. He wrote it on the back of a picture of Marcy so she'd see it but she didn't get to read it until almost a millennia later. But for a thousand years, Marcy harbored resentment towards Simon and later Ice King.

Marcy stated she originally became a vampire hunter to protect the remaining humans, thinking it was an extension of protecting her one time protector. She grieved his loss in her life greatly which turned into bitterness and frustration. Marceline was seemingly abandoned by two close parental figures in her early childhood which -coupled with vampirism and living unchanging for centuries- turned her into apathetic, isolated punk rocker we meet at the start of the series.

We don't know when Marcy and Ice King formally met but we know they didn't have much interaction in the main Adventure Time series until I Remember You. If I were to guess, Marcy probably tried to get through to Simon briefly before giving up and then avoiding him. She probably assumed he left her for the power of the crown, her own hurt clouding the memories of Simon's actions and his words to her.

We know Simon reached out to her multiple times, tracking her down and spending time with her without really knowing why. Marcy, it seemed, did her level best to just avoid him. Until she finds the note Simon left for her.

It doesn't explain everything but it's enough for Marcy to understand the important bits: that Simon did not leave her willingly, that he loved her and seeking forgiveness for his future actions as the Ice King. After this episode, we see Marcy hanging out with Ice King of her own volition and, to the best of my knowledge, she only refers to him as "Simon" from now on.

It's a big step for her, who has clung to this hurt and anger for a long, long time. To look at a man who doesn't remember her and open her heart just a crack to let him through again. I think the note from the past plus the singing in the present gave Marcy a way to bridge this crazy wizard to her old friend. One of my favorite details in the song is we hear Tom Kenny's distinctive dopey Ice King voice throughout it until we get to the last few harmonizing Da Da's. Maybe it's my imagination but the last few tones on his end are softer, more human, closer to the Simon of memory.

Its a reminder to Marcy and to us that Simon was still there.

TLDR: Marcy's mom sent her away so her daughter wouldn't watch her die and Simon chose to do the same since he would have died without the crown. Marcy hung onto this grief for years shaping it into her early AT self. I Remember You gave Marcy closure on assuring Simon's affections for her and why he left. It was also when she finally saw him for the first time in Ice King and began to allow him back into her life which led to him being freed. These two make me so emotional.

#simon petrikov #adventure time #marceline the vampire queen

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Hi theree, can I request a Hunter x female reader where the reader want to cuddle but hubter doesn't wanna cuz it's hot and his senses and stuff, but he eventually gives in? Sorry this is so cringe😆

Can I Be Your Pillow?

A/N: Thank you so so much anon for my first request! I’m sorry it took so long! Life has been super crazy! 🥹 I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Hunter have confessed to each other but nothing has happened. You don’t have your pillow you love to hug anymore. Hunter takes that as an opportunity to get closer to you.

Genre: Fluff upon fluffffff

Warnings: some mutual pining, cuddles and kisses 🥰

Mando’a key: Osik=Oh Sh*t, Di’kut=Idiot, Dank Farrik=Dang it

It was a normal day on the Marauder. Normal meaning multiple missions that put your lives at risk. But that’s just how it was being in this squad and you knew that. It’s what you loved about this weird group of people called a family. You loved the danger, adventure, and company of others. But there was one in particular whom you loved spending time with the most.

You couldn’t help but fall for the stout and stoic man. As much as you loved his build and attractiveness, the reason you were head over heels was because of his soft demeanor on the inside.

You couldn’t help but notice the wall he built when you first met, that slowly crumpled away as you got to know each other. He became more vulnerable around you, showed more care when you were put in danger, and gave you words of affirmation when you felt inadequate. And when Omega came into his life, you fell for him more as you saw him care for someone as though they were his own.

When you both finally admitted your feelings for each other, it was more of just a mutual “liking”. After that, not much happened. This saddened you because from all the research and daydreams of romance in your head, you pictured already kissing and hugging Hunter.

To your dismay, none of that had happened in the two weeks since you’ve confessed your feelings for each other. Also, you were confused as to what you were anymore.

Were you still friends? Were you more than friends? Were you dating? Were you not dating? If not, did you want to be dating? You had no clue and you didn’t really want to bring up the awkward conversation of formally asking him if you were in fact a couple. You were torn. So, you made small attempts to flirt with him.

It started with you subtly brushing your hand against his when you handed something to him and when you walked alongside him. Then you would nudge him and smirk at him. For some reason, those didn’t phase him.

So you tried verbal attempts. You threw in some, “looking good sarge.” As well as a few winks and you often put your hand on his shoulder as you stood over him when he would sit in the cockpit. None of that had worked.

However you did notice one thing, he would flinch and stiffen up every time you touched him. It was very subtle but you noticed it.

This confused you. Did he not like you anymore? Was it something you did or said to him? Did you make him uncomfortable? Gosh, that was the last thing you wanted. But, surely he would confront you if he didn’t feel the same, right?

Wrong.

Hunter all this time had watched you from afar, even before he had confessed his feelings to you. Too afraid to touch you, afraid his senses would get in the way of a potential relationship. So, he observed. And gosh, did you radiate a scent that drove him crazy. When you had looked at him and touched him, he flinched because he was petrified.

But, he secretly loved it. That feeling, the brush of your hands, the nudges, made him feel nervous and fiery. It got much worse when you started to flirt with him verbally. You never noticed but he would turn and become a blushing mess. His hands would get sweaty and everything would just become so kriffing hot.

He could sense how you felt about him from those stupid attempts to flirt that actually worked. He was just too much of a coward to admit that he felt the same way. How much he wanted more. Until one fateful day.

You had just finished an excruciatingly painful mission that caused you to be on the run constantly and all you truly wanted was to rest.

But, once you laid down on your bunk, you knew something was missing. You had always had an extra pillow on your bunk, but since Omega had arrived, you had lended it to her. This pillow was purely used for snuggling and it was gone.

You sighed, sat up, and pursed your lips. Looking around the Marauder, everyone was fast asleep on their assigned bunks. Everyone except the Sergeant you had come to adore.

Dank farrik.

Letting out a huff, you quietly made your way to the cockpit, as to not disturb the other sleeping figures. As you had thought, Hunter was sitting in the pilot’s chair watching the blue streaks pass by.

“Something on your mind?” Osik. You rubbed a hand behind your neck as Hunter spun his chair around. You cleared your throat.

“Yes, actually,” you bit your lip. “I-I was wondering if you had um, a spare pillow?” You mentally slapped your forehead at your stuttering. You had worked with this man and his crew for almost 6 months now and you were nervous? Di’kut.

Hunter raised a brow thinking the same thing. Does she not like me anymore?

“Sorry, I gave mine to Wrecker,” he furrowed his eyebrows. “How come you need another one?” You looked down shyly.

“Well, I, you see…” you sighed. “I need it,” You looked up at him. “To fall asleep.” He nodded his head.

“Oh.” There was an awkward silence. You sighed and was about to leave the room when Hunter cleared his throat and stood up abruptly.

“Hey,” he bit his tongue, contemplating. “Could I be your pillow?”

Your eyes widened. Where the kriffing hell did that come from?! Hunter even surprised himself with that statement, he didn’t think he had the guts to ask you.

“S-sure.” You mentally facepalmed at your stuttering yet again. He smiled at your response.

You spun around and walked to your bunk, your body warming up as you could feel Hunter’s presence behind you. You stopped at your bunk and turned towards him. You bit your lip.

“How do you plan on doing this?” He chuckled nervously. You noticed a hint of blush creeping up his face.

“Well, I, uh,” he cleared his throat. “I figured that you just needed something to, uh, hug. So, I am offering myself as that something.” You stifled back a laugh at his awkwardness. You smiled.

“Well, okay.” You plopped on to your bunk and shifted against the wall, making sure there was enough room for Hunter. Hunter stiffly laid on your bed, looking up at the ceiling.

By now his senses were out of control, you were right there. You smelled amazing, as always, and he could feel the heat radiating off of you. This made him sweaty and he couldn’t bear to look you in the eye.

You on the other hand were just happy that Hunter finally made some sort of move on you. You played with your fingers then finally turned to him.

“So….” You smiled nervously. He turned to you and chuckled.

“Umm…how do you want to do this?” He asked. You giggled.

“I was actually about to ask you the same thing.” Hunter breathed a laugh and smiled. Gosh, you loved that smile. The laughing ceased and you stared at each other for a few awkward seconds.

That is until, surprisingly, yet again, Hunter made the first move. He hesitantly reached his arm towards yours. He began to gently stroke your forearm, getting used to the feeling of touching you. You watched in wonder as he moved his hand to your waist. He finally looked up at you and you stared into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled and pulled you closer to him. You were shocked, your dreams were practically coming true right before your eyes. You gently placed your head on his chest and looked up at him in astonishment. He looked down at you. When you thought nothing could get better, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You reciprocated and he placed his left hand on your face to gain better access.

When you two finally pulled away, your faces were both completely red and hot. You stared at him for a few seconds then placed your head in your hands and breathed a laugh. Hunter chuckled.

“What is it?” You peered behind your fingers and smiled.

“Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting that.” He laughed. He moved your hands away delicately and placed both of his around your face.

“I actually wasn’t planning on this either,” he frowned. “I’m sorry I’ve been kind of distant. I just wasn’t sure how my abilities would deal with being so close and intimate with a person,” he paused and smiled. “But now I know that it makes me feel incredible.” Your smile widened.

“I understand, thank you for telling me.” Hunter looked at you with complete adoration.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. He held onto you like there was no tomorrow, but at the same time held you like you were the most precious thing on the planet. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Thanks for letting me be your pillow.” You could hear the smile in his voice. You were very satisfied that you found a new pillow to cuddle.

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so with the show gone, what's your headcanon on the ventures's future? have the creators mentioned anything about it?

A few things in passing but not too much. Namely just that Dean is gonna lose his hair and that Hank will eventually step foot in Mars as an adventurer. I think Doc and Jackson said as much that they want to keep the door open for future stories in case they do get to come back, and that they'll always have new things they'll want to do, but anyway yes okay, post-show headcanons:

Doc burns through Jonas Jr's fortune and for the most part remains the same, but he eventually achieves a true breakthrough of his own: a permanent solution to hair loss. It comes with a few little side effect mutations but for the most part it does work and Doc is, reasonably pretty happy that for once he gets something to his name that he actually made and isn't something horrible done to him. "Reasonably happy" is as happy as Rusty is ever allowed to get, and he dies a few weeks later by something predictably stupid, like auto-erotic asphyxiation.

It's shitty, Dr Orpheus cries over it, but everyone kinda saw it coming.

Most of Doc's assets get seized and the boys actually don't get much, he forgot to put them in the will because he made it back when he still had the clone farm. Rusty's last wish is to be cremated so nobody gets to clone him, and for his ashes to be scattered at Spanakopita, which has become a big White Lotus-esque resort island since Doc's last visit, built by Giorgo almost entirely off the Venture fortune. On the boat ride to Spanakopita, (WHITE LOTUS SEASON 2 SPOILERS) Sgt Hatred dies exactly like Tanya did and nobody bothers to fish his body back up.

Eventually some Rusty clones will pop up over the years, one of which is gonna be on that offscreen Rusty that went on the Cleveland Time Machine adventure with Billy. Once they leave Rusty's science basement, Billy and Pete White will never make it to the big leagues, but they'll pretty much be together until the end, and they are gonna go on some real weird adventures, like freaky Doom Patrol stuff, St.Cloud is gonna get up to some shit in the future once he bumbles into becoming rich enough to warp space-time around him just by existing and turn into the world's first Level 100 antagonist by the least amount of effort humanly possible. Actually the whole world is gonna get a lot weirder in the future, when stuff like the cloning tech and anti-gravity music boxes bleed over into general public use.

At some point the Earth will be menaced by the return of General Treister, who has absorbed enough cosmic radiation to become Galactus (this one was mentioned in the artbook as something they'd play around with, if they ever brought Treister back). He will be stopped from devouring the planet by a joint effort between Hank Venture, the Guild and the OSI, and Hunter Gathers will sacrifice herself in the process, passing the OSI's leadership to Shore Leave, who will bring SPHINX back every few months just so he has an excuse to interject SPHINX! into sentences again for funsies. Brock essentially becomes the OSI's equivalent to Red Death: basically retired, but he goes on assignments a couple times per year or gets brought onboard for decision-making, some part of him actually does kinda like this life and he stands by the friends he's made in it. He keeps touch with the Ventures but for the most part he flies solo. At some point he will have enough illegitimate children across the world for them to start their own super spy group.

Hank becomes an adventurer, and for the most part he just remains Hank as always. He makes a lot of strange alliances all over the place, he doesn't resort as much to his entourage of personas but some still come up on occasion (the double life of Enrico Matassa is one for the history books), he reforms Shallow Gravy with Dermott (who is totally 100% getting kicked out of the OSI) and Gary and HELPeR and Scare Bear playing the triangle, for the most part he lives up to the idea of being more "Rusty Venture" than Rusty himself ever was and he becomes like the first major Venture adventurer who's not some kind of monster. He completely and totally blows out any chance at settling down into normalcy, but he lives an exciting life. 50/50 on him either dying young doing something incredibly stupid and careless, or somehow stumbling his way into full-blown Highlander immortality just as 21 foresaw.

Dean I think stays in New York full time and is another 50/50 on him: he's either gonna succeed in having a normal life, or he's becoming a villain, I'm taking the fandom side on this one, villain Dean is not the most exciting idea in the world but it has some legs to it and I can't see him being anything else if he's gotta be a part of that binary whether he likes it or not. In the former, I imagine he finishes college, maybe gets a degree in something lowkey, probably changes his name and settles down with somebody and stops answering most calls, basically makes it like Professor Van Helping in that his life is okay and that's just how he wants it. Villain Dean I think happens in largely a similar way to how it happened to Dr Girlfriend taking over the Guild: not something they wanted or planned to, but it's the best way to keep things stable and keep themselves afloat amidst the chaos that surrounds them whether they want it or not. Maybe he finally listens to King Crimson and it breaks his brain into mad science a bit, as it tends to do, or maybe he invokes his blood right to appoint himself Sovereign but otherwise keeps hands-free of the Guild, and only does it so the Guild leaves him alone and he can boss other villains into standing down. He's gonna have freaks in costume trying to get him for the rest of his life so, fuck it, when in Rome or something.

At some point in the very near future Mantilla takes over the Peril Partnership and guts it to make ARCH a real thing, and maybe in the future ARCH kinda replaces the Guild at the forefront of supervillain institutions, with the Guild having the final word in matters of diplomacy and the old guard and ARCH as the new high-tech face of things. She never succeeds in getting to be besties with Dr Girlfriend, but she does hit it off nicely with Sirena, who takes over after Wide Wale and fires basically everyone that was still around after the Morpho saga. The Order of the Triad actually does succeed in making it pretty big, with comparatively few players but some very powerful additions like Lila, Red Death's daughter, and some of Jefferson's old buddies. Definitely not Triana though, she's got better to do than run with her dad's crew. Somehow HELPeR winds up joining and gets married to the Pants Golem.

Gary is gonna keep on being Henchman 21 up until the moment The Monarch dies, at which point he might actually undergo another big transformation of the self and will probably just outright become a sidekick to the heroes. He's never going to truly be a hero or a villain himself, he gave those a try and he's pretty firmly the kind of guy that only comes to life when someone else tells him what to do, so I imagine he's gonna bounce around until he finds something he finds fulfilling, will probably go on plenty of adventures with Hank. Really by this point he's already an honorary Venture, with The Monarch out of the picture so goes the pretense. Sheila, I think she just runs the Guild for as long as she can, probably reformulates it into something more sustainable by the end of her run. Sheila's arc in the show is about her climbing the ranks and moving away from her role as a number two, and distancing herself more from The Monarch because of it, and she's not going back to her old life so I think she's just fully going to remain The Sovereign up until she gets too sick of it, possibly moves into politics at Radical Left's suggestion and hands the Guild off to Phantom Limb. Maybe even becomes President of the United States for a bit, if anyone in the cast is becoming president it's really gotta be her. Or maybe not since she's overqualified, but still, if she does, in the process she hands the Guild to Phantom Limb, who basically makes it a drinking buddies gentleman's club and is too retired and rich and old to care much about anything anymore.

The movie ends with a pretty firm statement that The Monarch is just going to keep on being The Monarch no matter what and that he will in fact never stop trying to arch Rusty, and he's had like a million chances to kill Doc by now and didn't seize any of them so really yes he will just keep doing this until one or both pass. And I'm definitely thinking Doc goes first, Malcolm is torn between celebrating and flipping the fuck out that Doc DARED to not let The Mighty Monarch kill him, and for a brief moment he's completely and totally unsure as to what the fuck is he going to do with his life. He's like this close to genuinely trying to turn his life around and try to be a Blue Morpho-esque hero again if only because he and Gary had some good times and, y'know by this point he hates the Guild more so than the OSI, but then the Rusty clones show up and, you know what, fine, I can work with this, THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH IS NO MATCH FOR THE ACID CUMSHOT OF VENGEANCE, DOCTOR VENTURE, MUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! and then he crashes his new butterglider into a cliffside Wile E.Coyote style and he dies like two weeks into a new plan.

Gary cries, Sheila's heartbroken, but again, they and everyone totally saw this coming.

#replies tag #venture bros #the venture brothers #the venture bros #adult swim #doc hammer #jackson pollock #rusty venture #the monarch #dean venture #hank venture #brock samson #henchman 21 #dr girlfriend

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Rusted night maiden hunter

Team rwby and jnpr look to summer raven kali and willow glowing eyes and to jaune betting juniper

Yang " so ozpin infinite man oir moms are the maidens and you made them abandon us?

He mods

Ruby " jaune time traveled and went to ever after he rusted knight?

Ozpin nods

Weiss cries " 😭😭😭😭 i am ideas play boy vs knight i choice player

Pyrtha " and you cursed jaunes line so arcs have to keep there word and as one promised his line would all ways serve you jaune is your slave 😡😡😡?

Ozpin nodds

Blake " you had jaune hold back all this time

Nora has hammer " and as jaune helped his sister in law get pregnant my leaders son my nephew is technically born a slave?

Ozpin nods

Ren " and killing you is pointless so nothing wr can do matters?

He mods

Willow summer raven and kali take therr daughter's hands " that brings us to this sweetie mommy and her friends took turns riding your friend jaune

Team rwby processing there moms the four maidens banged the rusted knight jaune arc

In the evernight castle

Salem: I must save my family from that despicable man

Suddenly a portal of radiating light and darkness appears and 2 figures fall out of it fallowed by a hooded figure

G O L: ow did you have to kick us

G O D: ya even after you beat us up

Hooded figure: yes, yes I did and you both know why

Light: yes because your nephew is being controlled by my mistake

He pulls off the hood to reveal uncle briar

Salem: briar please tell me you have good news

Briar: of course Salem these two said they will deal with the infinity man and my sister will get her grand babies so she’ll quit bugging me

Salem: ahem my grand babies too

Briar: ya ya what ever

Darkness: can we go now

Briar: not till you deal with that green jack ass

Light: fine

They leave to deal with ozpin

Briar: well I must go give my regards to the blacksmith she helped me find those two then off for more adventures

He leaves

Salem: that man scares the shit out of me

Ruby rolling around crying " 😭😭😭😭the boy i like did my mommy "

Weiss hitting head on wall " guy who i turned down did my mommy " pulling hair out

Yang crying eyes out " how could you vb? "

Blake fainted

Pyrrha ".... SO YOU NEVER NOTICED ME BECUASE I AM NOT OLD ENOUGHY OR NOT MAGICAL??"

Jaune " ...... I am not allowed to comment on this take it to ozpin."

Nora " fearless leader is milf hunter

Ren " magic milf hunter

Team milf " young lady get a hold of your self right now

Team rwby jump scared

In a flash a being of light and a being of darkness appears

Light: ya no more controlling of the arcs

He snaps his fingers and a green haze surrounds jaune only for it to shatter like glass

Jaune: hey I’m free.. fuck you old man

He punch ozpin in the face

Darkness: oh and you will no longer be a body snatching asshole

A light surrounded ozpin only for it to fade away

Ozpin: no but what about humanity

Light: oh we’ll be around and her kids magic

All the girls get magic

Darkness: and you boy, you shall be vary important for what is to come

Jaune: what is coming?

Light: our sister

Everyone: what????

Darkness: while I’m destruction and my brother is creation but our sister is sort of like light here she is life but more along the lines of creating it

Light: more like the goddess of lust and sex

Jaune: and that’s bad because???

Darkness: she’s a whore and will do bad things to your world so you young man need to sate her

Jaune: what I can’t do that

Light: according to these girls and your mother, your uncle , and your sister in law, you’ll do fine

Ruby: well looks like you need practice

All the girls look at jaune with hungry gazes

Jaune: he he I’m in danger

Jaune runs as the horde of women chase him around.

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The Secret Bulk - Chase Stokes: Ch 1

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Chase Stokes and Austin North find a way to relax during their off-season for shooting Outerbanks.

Chase Stokes is a striking figure, his presence radiating an undeniable charisma that's as infectious as it is intriguing. He's tall, standing at a considerable 6 feet 1 inch, with a physique that is enviably toned yet not overly muscular, maintaining just the right balance between athleticism and naturalism. His body is a testament to consistent exercise and a disciplined lifestyle, and it is clear he is no stranger to the gym.

His skin, a sun-kissed bronze, is a canvas of well-defined muscles, each ripple and contour speaking volumes of the strength he possesses. His shoulders are broad, leading down to strong, muscular arms, the kind that are capable of lifting heavy weights, or, in the context of his character, John B, hauling treasure from sunken ships. His chest, firm and sculpted, is adorned with a smattering of dark hair, subtly accentuating the masculinity that he embodies.

Stokes' abdominal muscles are a sight to behold. Each one is chiseled to perfection, forming an enviable six-pack that glistens under the sun when he peels off his shirt, revealing a stomach that many would liken to a washboard. His waist tapers down gracefully, leading to lean hips and strong, muscular legs, completing a package that is as aesthetically pleasing as it is symbolically powerful.

As John B in the Netflix series "Outer Banks," Stokes brings an incredible amount of depth and intensity to his performance. He is the heartthrob, the rebel, the dreamer, the leader - all rolled into one. His character is a charismatic and adventurous teenager, living in the coastal town of North Carolina, leading his friends on a quest for a legendary treasure linked to his father's disappearance.

In scenes where he takes off his shirt, the camera lingers on his physique, taking in the contours of his well-sculpted body. The lighting often plays with the angles, casting shadows that emphasize his muscular definition, making each scene a visual feast. As the salty sea breeze tousles his hair, and the sun gleams off his tanned skin, there's an undeniable allure to his character. He exudes a raw, primal energy that's both intoxicating and captivating.

Stokes' portrayal of John B is not just about the physical, though. His performance is layered with a depth of emotion and a palpable sense of longing that brings an element of relatability to his character. His expressive eyes, a striking shade of blue, convey more than words ever could, whether it's the spark of adventure, the pain of loss, or the warmth of love.

Every scene with him is a dance of duality - the rugged physicality of his character, juxtaposed with the emotional vulnerability he brings to his role. Chase Stokes, as John B, is the embodiment of a modern-day treasure hunter - bold, brave, and undeniably attractive. His muscular physique is just the icing on the cake of his multifaceted performance, adding a layer of visual appeal that enhances his character's charisma and makes each scene he's in all the more captivating.

Chase Stokes, fresh off the success of "Outer Banks", found himself in a unique position. The show had catapulted him to fame, filling his bank account with more zeros than he could count. But with the world hitting the pause button due to the COVID-19 pandemic, and a hiatus between seasons one and two, he was at a loose end.

In the midst of his newfound prosperity, Stokes maintained a grounded perspective. He was a man who loved the thrill of life - the parties, the social scene, the adrenaline rush. He was a connoisseur of experiences, and with time on his hands and money in his pocket, he found himself longing for something more.

As fate would have it, his good friend, Austin North, was sailing in the same boat. Like Stokes, North was a young actor riding the wave of success, a wave that had momentarily receded due to the global pandemic.

After much deliberation, the duo decided to enroll in the local college. They chose to study business, a decision that was less about job security - their acting careers had already taken care of that - and more about gaining a deeper understanding of the entertainment industry. They saw it as a way to equip themselves with the knowledge and skills necessary to navigate the intricate maze of Hollywood.

Male Celebrity WG Short Stories Collection -

The Secret Bulk (Chase Stokes) - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

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The Bad Batch x Reader – What Makes Them Fall In Love With You HC's

These are HC's for what makes the boys fall in love with the reader, none relate to appearances.

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Sleep deprived, can't lift my arms without shaking, but had to finish this. No idea if any of this makes sense, I was just searching for my computer mouse while holding it in my hand. Today anything and nothing is possible.

Hunter:

He can't help it, your scent will be the first thing that attracts him and also what he notices, so better don't skip the shower too often and don't apply too much perfume.

Aside from that, Hunter likes gentle, curious minds. He's the kind of guy who likes to have someone by his side who is gentle and trustworthy. You can be insecure and vulnerable (of course you don't have to be), he can handle it and you will see, in his presence you will blossom.

You are also allowed to be lively, as long as you have a good heart and are considerate.

Your smile will blow him away, because there is a cheeky spark hidden in it that will make him curious. Once you have aroused his interest, he will automatically pay attention to how you treat other people, how you talk, how you act, what you say. If you have a good heart and respond kindly to your surroundings, you almost have him in your pocket.

You are attentive and a good listener? More plus points!

Under your gentleness is an adventurer hidden? All the better Indiana Jones/Lara Croft!

You get along well with Omega? Perfect!

If you also like nature and animals, you've got it made.

Absolute no-go's are: Divas / Sadists / Egocentrics / Pathological Liars

Echo:

actually has very similar preferences to Hunter, he can't do much with a hyper chicken. But you should know what you want, have a certain security about you, because that is something he lacks and he will automatically be attracted to someone who radiates these things. You can be shy, even a little nervous, but not erratic or regularly moody, he can't handle the latter at all.

He gets excited about your sense of justice and how you stand up for others, when he sees you standing up for others his heart beats faster. He will be eager to attend any protest you organize or participate in. Collecting donations? Sure he'll help you do it, it's for a good cause, Echo is always up for that.

You want to do good, do the right thing, he's passionate about that. He himself has a strong sense of justice and feels connected to you because of that, among other things. Your empathy and natural instinct to read and approach other people he admires very much.

Wrecker:

Heh. You definitely need humor, humor is great, Wrecker finds humor sexy, but not the nasty, sarcastic one Crosshair likes. If he can laugh with you, you've already gained an incredible deal.

You shouldn't be too shy when it comes to physical contact. Hug him affectionately, ask him if you can snuggle up to him, and snuggle up to him when you're tired at night, he'll melt away.

Be attentive, bring him and Omega Mantell Mix and he will be thrilled. He notices when you are attentive and show genuine interest in his person. Little gestures can go a long way with him. And don't forget to smile at him, you don't have to say anything, just walk passed him, with that smile and he'll be looking after you.

If you have a happy, open nature, you're practically set. If you can cook as well, he is practically married to you.

Tech:

He does have a thing for smarts. Don't panic because you don't have a master's degree or anything like that. Smart doesn't necessarily mean that you can keep up with him, he knows himself that he is an exception and hardly anyone can keep up with him. It is enough to show honest and/or passionate interest in certain things, thirst for knowledge and curiosity.

If he has the feeling that you are a good listener and show real interest in the things he likes to explain, he will automatically seek your proximity more and more often. Memorize as much of what he says as you can and drop in the knowledge you've gained from him here and there, and you'll see the sweetest, most satisfied smile you've ever seen.

Ask him things so he can share his knowledge with you without feeling like he's imposing, because he's often told to talk less. Treat the Marauder well, with respect, he will surely notice. Take care gently but firmly that he eats and drinks when he works again for hours on a problem. The gesture warms his heart.

Are you thirsty for knowledge, attentive, honest? You are on the best way to win his heart.

Crosshair:

You should have a thick skin, because he will tease you as soon as you have aroused his interest in any way. A bit like back in school, when you found someone cute and wanted their attention, you would make a paper airplane to throw at the person's head or steal their gym bag and hide it, only Crosshair is the adult version of that.... well, sort of. If you can stand it and offer him some counterattack, have quick-witted reactions ready, he'll like that, he respects that.

Mock him back, I mean before he starts doing it again, but don't overdo it. Simple, but effective. He notices that you pay attention to him. Show him that you can flirt when you mock each other, let something suggestive flow here and there, start subtly, wait for his reaction, eventually you will intensify. He will flirt back, probably heavily. Don't get flustered. Being a little nervous is okay though, as long as you smile while doing it, he actually finds that pretty sexy.

Quick-witted, honest, flirty? It will take time, but basically you've already won.

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Chapter 8: Intentions

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

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From the bridge of the ship, Hunter and Crosshair were watching with a bird's eye view of the entire thing. Hunter could sense from across the platform the internal struggle within Vel, and he scratched the side of his face, frowning as he dropped his hand.

"I'm not sure this is a good long-term plan," he said to Crosshair.

"What, her?" Crosshair replied, shifting his toothpick to the other side of his mouth as he reclined, feet crossed on the dashboard. "I would have left her on the roof where we first found her."

"She's handy to have around," Hunter mused. "But something is growing there that I don't think is in our best interest."

"Growing? There?" Crosshair asked, his interest piqued now. Normally he wasn't bothered with such things, but he put his feet down and leaned forward, looking out the forward windows at the pair below. "With Tech?" he laughed dismissively, "I think we should be more concerned about her untraditional solutions to emergencies."

"I'm serious," Hunter insisted, returning his gaze to the couple on the platform. "This kind of thing will only bring complications."

"What kind of thing?" Wrecker asked, appearing from his bunk.

"Hunter thinks there is something between Vel and Tech," Crosshair answered, turning to enjoy Wrecker's reaction.

"What! Ha!" Wrecker guffawed, nearly crushing Hunter in his effort to peer out the front window. "Alright Tech! I didn't think he had it in him!" he said upon seeing the two, giving a little fist pump.

"He shouldn't," Hunter responded sternly. "We weren't made for this sort of thing."

"Bah," Wrecker waved him off, "Let him enjoy it. We were made to fight and die. Might as well have some fun along the way, right Cross?" He ruffled Crosshair's short hair as one would a younger sibling, and was inevitably met with a disapproving huff as his hand was swatted away.

But Hunter continued watching them, hand on his chin, and said nothing.

***

The next dejarik match had a decidedly different atmosphere. Vel couldn't tell what it was, but Hunter was radiating discomfort. Had she said something? Was he still mad about her dirt analysis question? After a good amount of painstaking attempts at conversation and an equal amount of silence, she took out two of his pieces at once, and that was the last straw.

"Okay, that's it," Vel said, sitting back from the table, "What is going on?"

Hunter sighed, leaning back as well. "Listen. I don't know how to go about this, so I'm just going to be straightforward. I can tell there's something between you and Tech." His suspicions were confirmed as he instantly registered her shock, immediately followed by a flush of embarrassment. To spare her the need for a coherent response, he continued, "I don't think it's a good idea. That's not our path in life, not our kind of thing. You understand that, right?"

Vel was speechless.

"We need to stick to our purpose, and we all agree on that," he said, eyes shifting downward as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "So... we think it's best if you stay here on Coruscant."

"We?" was all Vel could spit out.

"Yes," Hunter replied, still not meeting her eyes.

"I see," Vel said, sitting up straighter now. She swallowed as if to preserve her pride and rose to her feet. "Okay. I'll finish the regulator wiring tomorrow and then I'll be gone."

Hunter watched her leave, fully aware of the hurt he had caused but confident that this was in the best interest of his squad. He had to protect them, and things like this could bring unfathomable complexity that was not only unnecessary but potentially dangerous. He took a deep breath and retired to his bunk.

***

Vel was unmistakably icy in her demeanor the next morning. She clattered around her makeshift quarters, realizing that she had packed her meager belongings a few times over and had nothing else to do. She finally squeezed herself between the panels in the maintenance corridor, finishing her final repair with a steady stream of expletives flowing through her mind, directed primarily at Hunter but including them all.

She felt as if the rug had been pulled out from under her, which wasn't a new feeling, yet it stung all the more this time as she had finally felt as though she was an accepted, worthwhile member of a group. She had done all she could to contribute to the squad, and hell, hadn't she even saved their butts at least once? Sure, they would disagree and maintain they were fine on their own. And maybe they were.

It just stung to realize that she had been so incorrect in her assessment. She felt like a fool. As she ran over all the things she should have said to Hunter, muttering under her breath, a face suddenly appeared between the narrow panels. Her heart fell another story as she recognized the oversized brown eyes behind the yellow tinted lenses. The pain quickly turned to anger, however, and she couldn't hold it in.

"Coming to see me off?" Vel snapped, "Or just going to go over my work as soon as I'm done?"

Tech was taken aback at the sudden vehemence, adjusting his goggles as a muscle-memory defense mechanism. "I apologize if I startled you?" he ventured, "And no, there is no need to check your work."

"Okay, great," she continued, turning back to the wires before her, plugging the final one in and shoving the panel closed with not a hint of gentleness. Tech backed away tentatively as she squeezed out of the narrow space, brushing past him to head for her cot, where she retrieved her weapon, pack, and cloak.

"Where are you going?" Tech asked.

"Oh, I'll figure something out," she retorted sardonically, unable to keep the words in. They were laced with venom, all the hurt she felt at his complete betrayal and total lack of care.

"We are leaving for Naboo soon," he continued, thoroughly puzzled at this point by her sudden change in spirit. He was concerned that she would not be back in time for their departure but did not want to interfere with her plans, as it seemed a highly touchy subject.

"Yes, I'm sure it will be lovely," Vel responded evenly, "Thank you for everything." And with that, she stormed past him to the lift. Her last glimpse before the door closed was his face, brow furrowed, big brown eyes watching her leave.

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Mystic Saviour

Summary: You’ve been caught off guard whilst venturing in the wild, luckily being saved by a peculiar individual. Wait where have they gone..?

Characters: Xiao, Wanderer/Kunikuzushi, Heizou

Warnings: May detail injury, Includes Wanderer’s prior status as Fatui, Fighting.

Thank you for the love on my last post, i really appreciate it! 🤍

Xiao

•You’ve been told numerous times that a weapon is one of the most valuable resources a fighter could have, it could make the difference between life and death in many cases.

•Why did today have to be the day you were unarmed? A simple stroll on the once tranquil beaches of Liyue, overlooked by Wangshu Inn had transformed into one of the most dangerous instances you’ve been in so far.

•Metal whirring and mechanical groans surrounded your defenceless body, levitating battle machines and sentient life forms appeared to have an keen eye for a certain adventurer, just so happened to be in their spirits today.

•Impending doom cursed the atmosphere, waves of terror radiated underneath your skin, grasping onto a local wooden spear on the docks where the fishermen occasionally resided. The reason why was explained by your surroundings. You turned to face the entities, the sheer size of them sending you signals to evacuate, however you knew that they would catch up to you, so that wasn’t a choice.

• But hurling the metal-tipped naginata into the ruin hunter’s optic, amber eye was one. Flashes of electric currents urged through the enemy, booming cries of dismantlement as it crashed into the pits of the sand. Though your achievement was short lived as you were knocked off your feet, harsh tough metal crashing into your ribs, tossing you into the abandoned residency nearby.

• The Ruin entity continued to approach you, clouds of sand flew up with every motion of its false limbs, the scent of destruction and rusting iron became more apparent with every step, almost destined you to a fate of cruel, cold fatality. A weak clatter of your staff upon the pine decking signified defeat.

•Though you’d find this wasn’t the case, a pair of hands latched onto your forearm and gestured you out of the path, settling you against the greenery of the tree nearby. His luminous irises were squinting slightly, searching yours hastily.

•Everything about him seemed battle orientated, the lengthy jade polearm which stood in his hands, almost proudly, to the teal, abyssal depths of his yaksha mask upon his hip, which he placed upon his face with a scarred hand, coarse and rough, tainted from years of physical damage and torture upon him.

•The aura of karma surrounded him, coursing through his initially gentle touch, influencing immense power which came with severe guilt. All these emotions must be so overwhelming, yet he persevered. The adeptus leapt into the air, spinning his staff skilfully, subjecting a death that could make the most insentient beings feel tsunamis of regret and repentance.

•Destruction in the name of justice was served, demolished chaos circuits and cores laid defeated, their owners and hosts no where to be seen. The Yaksha took down his veil, returning it to it’s rightful position and he grasped the glowing core at his feet, vanishing.

•He materialised before you, holding out the core and placing it into your shaking palms, giving you a concerned glance. All you could muster out was a meek apology and a symbol of your gratitude, a smile. The Adeptus responded with a curt nod, turning away from you and facing the inn.

•‘No need, this is only my duty, though i request you keep proper armoury and stray away from such an area.’ He muttered, half looking back at you with a turned head, dissipating. Well, I assure you this won’t be the only interaction with him.

Wanderer

•What was i thinking stumbling into this area? Was the only question circulating in your mind, tapping your chin lightly with the pads of your fingertips. You were currently situated behind a rather bare bush in a forest, somewhat deserted of foliage due to the Withering.

•That was why you were here to investigate the reoccurring contamination of the Withering zones and lessen the workload of the Forest Rangers. Though it appeared somebody beat you to it.

•Standing in an authoritative manner were a range of Fatui employees. Some were Pyro agents, others were skirmishers and legionnaires. They all seemed to be surveying their surroundings, for something..? If you could go back into time, you would berate yourself for even attempting to interfere. You rose from your crouching position lightly, skipping to another to hear a fragment of their conversation.

•Perhaps you weren’t the only person who listened to the way the your foot thudded against the tree roots, for their heads all swiftly turned directly into your direction. Shit.

•The dual agents gestured to eachother simultaneously, turning invisible with occasional streaks of ruby trailing them rather counterproductively. Before you knew it, you scrambled up to your feet, desperate hands clawing at the rough, textured tree bark as the fatui agents seized you by your biceps, tossing you into the soil below.

•A pained huff escaped you, beaming the most hateful stare you could develop at them as you were dragged into the camp tents and discarded. Cringing at the aggressive manner at which they simply threw at you without second instinct.

•’Seems like our target walked straight into us hm? How efficient and kind of you..’ The Geochanter trailed off, in a pathetically infuriating tone. This was very quickly dismissed as you realised that you were their assumed victim, painting a perplexed expression upon your bruised features.

•’Why don’t we collect this bounty the easier way? Well for us anyhow.’ He continued, circling your hurt form, a scowl apparent even underneath his bandaged face, piercing eye gleaming into your own. Although you maintained your fierce glower, masking the embodiment of trepidation, much like said geochanter.

•The admonishment he pursued did not falter, hosting of weapons and artillery presented by his subordinates. Your eyes scrunched closed in a petrified manner, hysterically shaking your hands in-front of you as if that would result in less harm.

•A thunderous shout followed by slow, taunting footsteps sounded through the forest, a tone so sharp that the fatui themselves cowered once recognised. His imperious, peremptory voice echoed pure fear from the pits of the enlisted fatui, they bowed down with their hands upon their hearts.

•‘It’s pathetic how you are so quick to bow down before me yet i want nothing to do with such deplorable fodder.’ He sniggered. An amused chuckle followed, his footfall became louder as his stride maintained the same intimidating pace.

•’My Lord Balladeer! Please forgive us, this wasn’t our intention!’ They harmoniously begged, falling to their knees in utter respect, or which you perceived to be. His disapproving glare met their heads, tilting the geochanter’s own up with an artificial arm stemming from behind him.

•‘Nonsense!’ He scolded, aggressively slamming the general’s head into the ground below, rendering him completely unconscious as he stepped over him, dismissing the rest of the soldiers, which scurried away, leaving you and the superior alone.

•Looking up at him, you saw a younger man with his arms folded upon his chest, the previously crimson and amethyst attire altering into one of cyan and ivory at the command of a closed hand flicking open, which stood a vision he had successfully concealed. His eyes softened slightly as he somewhat pitifully lent his arm out towards you.

•After gracefully accepting his aid, you dusted off your soiled clothing, he emitted an enlivened snicker in the direction of the escapees. ‘What cowards!’ He exclaimed teasingly. It would be a lie to say you weren’t still rather aghast by that predicament, questionably looking at him.

•‘You’re welcome, if you ever encounter them again, which i never think you will, don’t be afraid to contact me.’ He cryptically responded, leaving a sort of device in your palms which pulsated with radiance, inspecting it with pure curiosity.

•You didn’t have a second glimpse of him, as by the time you lifted your head up, he already gone,sighing deeply as you restarted your investigation.

Heizou

•The plains of Inazuma were awfully quiet, warranting extreme caution for any aware passer-by’s. Although, observation didn’t seem to be a common skill, the sheer hefty figures of robberies, assaults and murders told you so.

•Sighing deeply at your so far unsuccessful survey, you proceeded to follow the path laid out upon you, pebbles scattered in an uneven manner, which almost resembled footprints, was your first lead for a while. There were numerous, you could only assume a larger group of criminals had just paced through these lands moments ago.

• A multitude of malefactors meant increased danger, was that such a risk you were willing to take? Ultimately deciding in favour of the investigation, you proceeded to inquire the area, besides who else would do so? The rest of the Tenryou Commission had their own duties..

• Shortly after your first clue, another appeared. This time it was a wooden cart, majority of it’s contents messily emptied either into large cases or onto barrels unkemptly scattered around the radius of a local tree. Journals filled with timings of meetings hung from the branches, barely legible from the torn pages. Pfft, is this a trap or simple, lazy misconduct? Both were valid, considering these were the infamous treasure hoarders.

•Masses of bronze insignias resided on the overgrown greenery, a perquisite war ground supposedly. That’s how you knew. The closest meeting was at midnight, bordering the Chinju Forest coast. You would have adequate timing to reach said location, why not try?

•Distant bells rung signalling 12am as you approached the desolate coast, a mere pathetic campfire flickered, surrounded by poorly assembled tents. You entered the makeshift campsite and knelt down to observe the notes scattered on the sand, partly damp from the rising tides.

•A tribe of treasure hoarders collected on the many rocks meters away from the camp, noticing you, the infiltrator. Quiet scoffs sounded as they realised you had obtained their information. Now something had to be done.

•Unsheathing of switchblades and axes filled your eardrums, your pupils dilated in stupefaction, immediately rotating on your heel and kicking the offender from his feet with your calf, hands grounded. One down, though many more to go, why were there so many? A heavy army that you could most likely fall beneath due to the complete scale of them. While you knew you were a particularly skilled fighter, multiple enemies were something you hadn’t grassed up on for quite some time.

•Opting to individually take down as many as you could, you dislodged your weapon from it’s scabbard, slashing it for as much area of affect you could possibly obtain, undertaking the strenuous task drained your stamina gradually until you could not endure the hordes any longer.

• You collapsed onto your back, desperately trying to defend yourself from capture, frustrated grunts left you when your futile efforts failed. Daggers of disgust and vexation left your irises and penetrated their own eyes, eyebrows corrugating. Before you knew so, you were thrown against a fence, handcuffed to its railings.

•’It was bad enough realising what horrendous atrocities you’ve committed, let alone your guilty hands daring to touch me.’ You scowled, words filled with repulsion as you thrashed against the metallic fencing, attracting as much noise possible.

•’Quiet! Your pathetic commission couldn’t catch us for the past year, what’s different now?’ A elder, grim-looking man retaliated, spitting into the dismal campfire, which resembled the flame from a match rather than the hearty warmth of camps. You bit your lip in an attempt to remain silent, besides that was the only way to ensure survival, these guys were clearly the only remaining elites left.

•A triumphant-sounding huff escaped from the other treasure hoarders, who decided that was your attempts, turning the opposite direction from you and finding a more solitary area so you couldn’t catch onto their plans. You sank further to the ground, feelings of failure and forfeit overwhelmed you, bowing your head from shame. Yet again another employee entrapped after attempting to do the same to their captors.

•’My, i never expected to see you in such a predicament, partner.’ A hushed voice whispered from behind you, ‘Require my assistance?’ A quick turn of your head confirmed that indeed, this was Heizou, your co-worker assigned to you. Seems you lost the gamble you made with him.

• He cheekily dangled the keys to the handcuffs next to your ear, to which you scoffed and told him to ‘quit playing games and put them in the handcuffs rather than me.’ Once he successfully unlocked the hindrance, you quickly yet stealthily collected all relevant evidence they left behind, capturing relevant photos and retrieving documents.

•It appeared Heizou busied himself with containing the remaining culprits, tossing them quite carelessly into the cart the commission brought to transport them into their well deserved prisons. He let out a strained sigh, sweeping away the stray burgundy strands of his hair which were occupying his vision whilst he approached you.

•’That’s all of them, i suppose, i thank you for the evidence, and your bravery..’ The youthful detective praised, which was dismissed with ‘Though i still think i need that promise of buying me katsu curry, you lost the bet after all.’ A swift, playful nudge of your elbow into his ribs, followed by quick kisses to the moles under his eyes, exerted a breathless giggle from him, into which you continued to stroll back to Inazuma city, indulging in conversation…

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hunter you're glowing! no not like that.

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Mr. Fluff (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: How one dog changed everything

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: death of a pet

Word count: 1479

Note: Another old one for you. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

You woke up in the middle of the night while Sam’s hand was tightly wrapped around your waist pulling you close. It wasn’t like you had a bad dream which had been happening a lot lately; it was more of a reminder, your brain telling you how lucky you were. He was breathing into your neck sending shivers all over your body, feeling the warmth radiating from the gentle giant. He smelled like ocean with a dash of gunpowder and something you couldn’t put your finger to it, it just screamed Sam. You turned around to face him only to catch him staring back at you.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, moving a lock of your hair off your face. You sleepily rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“No, you?”

“Woke up at 2am.” He kissed your forehead.

“What time it is now?”

“Almost 4.”

“Thank God.” You snuggled against his bare chest under the covers feeling the rhythm of his heart beat. “Did you have a nightmare?” You knew he had the same problem. With this job came bad dreams and sometimes even no sleep. Being a hunter wasn’t the easiest job but for some reason you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

“Yeah, it was about you this time.”

“Was it bad?”

“You could say so…it was kind of a blur, you just left and…I don’t know.” He had been dreaming unimaginable things for the past few days, ever since Dean killed Death. First about Dean and the mark killing him, the second Cas being killed by other angels and third….well….you.

You kissed him, slowly and passionately earning a moan from him while he cupped your face with his strong hands. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”

“I know.”

“And you know if I wanted to leave I would?”

“Yeah.” Sam smiled.

“So shut up and cuddle me.” With an ease you climbed on top of him, placing kisses on his neck. “I love you.” You said looking at him. He was a silhouette, a Peter Pan’s shadow but his eyes were still glowing while he kept staring at your still sleepy eyes.

“I love you too.”

While you were lying on him as he played with your locks, you couldn’t help but think about your dog, Mr. Fluff.

“Sam, I miss Mr. Fluff.”

“I miss him too. You know if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t have met.”

“True.”

******

When you moved out from your parents they gave you a dog, a golden retriever with big eyes and even bigger heart. He was only a couple of mounts old with no name or a mother. When you saw he liked sleeping with your stuffed animals that you still had from your childhood on your bed, you decided Mr. Fluff was a perfect name for him. Living alone in a big house was unusual and a little scary at first but you managed it because you had him. Mr. Fluff grew up to be a happy and loving dog; he was like a little sunshine lion. The only problem you had with him was he was adventurous which meant running away to mysterious places whenever he had a chance. He would usually get home after two days but when the whole week passed you were on the edge of losing your mind. It was Sam who found him running on the other side of town with other dogs; thank God he had a collar with address. That’s how you first met. He found your dog, and the second thought that fallowed, right after “Thank God Mr. Fluff is okay” was “God damn.” There was just something about him, something your heart had been craving for a long time. You thanked him for bringing him home but it didn’t end there, you invited him for some coffee which led to a date.

You got to know him very well while you were having dinner in one of your favorite restaurants and him being your first ever proper date made your heart skip a beat. You found out that he was staying with his brother in a motel nearby while working, so you invited them over at your place to stay as long as they need to. The second night Sam woke up, finding you on your couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching true crime documentaries. The minute he sat down your thoughts changed their direction and that direction was Sam Winchester. You talked for hours about true crime until you started to ask questions about his job. At first he didn’t want to answer you, and you didn’t force him, but he couldn’t lie to you. A whole new door had been opened when he started talking. You were always open for new things, but this was a whole different story which you found it to be awesome. He tried to tell you at one point that he wasn’t crazy; he tried so hard that you lost your patience and sealed his mouth with a kiss…your first one. The sweetness of the kiss was overpowering your anxiety and pounding heart which is why it remained the most memorable first kiss.

Your joy with Sam Winchester and his not surprisingly hot brother Dean, lasted for few days until all hell broke loose. Sam told you about demons and other supernatural beings but you had never seen one and until this day you still wished you hadn’t. One night while you were sleeping in your warm bed with your beloved golden friend beside you, you heard front door open. You were a light sleeper so logically you woke up terrified and went straight to one of the guest rooms to get Sam (Dean was sleeping on your couch in the library). Sam woke up with a gun under the pillow and Dean with a knife, in a conclusion they were always ready to kick ass.

When they went downstairs they found a couple of demons searching for what Sam called “First Blade.” Dean told you to go hide in your room but Mr. Fluff had other plans. When you got to your room he was gone. You searched everywhere upstairs but he was nowhere to be found. He ran downstairs to barking and hoping to scare bad guys away. Those few days you spent with the Winchesters he got to know them and rather quickly became best friends with them. Sam loved him dearly and Dean, well Dean was being Dean, and had a love-hate friendship with your dog. He liked to eat Dean’s food and would always smile and swing his golden tail whenever Dean had food in his hands.

He thought they would be scared, he never saw it coming. One of the demons jumped him while the other two were too busy trying to kill Sam and Dean. You heard a whine all the way to your room…when you came downstairs he was just laying there helplessly with other three demons. He was stabbed in the stomach. Soft whines were coming from his mouth until the silence took over.

“Mr. Fluff?” You said wanting to scream.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry we tried to stop them but-“

“He is gone?” You cut Sam off.

“I’m so sorry.”

Losing your best friend felt like a bullet in the head. It was too much. Sam blamed himself; you blamed everything while Dean kept telling you it wasn’t anybody’s fault. He wasn’t just a dog. After you buried him in your back yard, you made a decision so impulsive it almost cost you your life multiple times. You decided to join the Winchesters. You worked in a high-end store which you found it to be meaningless and your dream of becoming a baker was long lost after your mom told you she didn’t like your cinnamon rolls and refused to pay for the cooking school you desperately wanted to go. You wanted to do something meaningful for once…Of course Dean did not approve but eventually you made a deal and started to train until you became someone again…a hunter. Mr. Fluff was always in the back of your mind with your parents who lived in an allusion that you lived an ordinary life, until the day they died (5 years after Mr. Fluff... in a car crash).

****

“That dog did more than I could ever ask for.” You said coming back to reality again.

“I haven’t told you this but when I first found him he looked like he was happy to see me.”

“Really?” You got up on your elbows to look at him.

“Yeah, it was he knew we were more than just strangers.”

“I swear to God that dog…”

On your night stand there was a picture of you, Sam and Mr. Fluff, which Dean took the day after he was found, and he was indeed smiling.

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theresattrpgforthat · 1 year

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Can you recommend games for a DM who would like to indulge their group of chaotic murder hobos? (Hey, if it’s what they find fun, why not lean into it?) Oh, and ideally I would prefer games that don’t have much math — there are a couple players with dyscalculia or other learning disabilities.

THEME: Math-Lite Chaotic Murder Hobos

The following games are big on violence, big on loot, and light on calculations! Have fun!

Cybermetal 2012, by World Champ Game Co.

Blood Money, Viral Videos, Brain Software, Hellpower, Cassette Tapes, Hallucinogens, Anarchy, Demonic Rituals, Combat Drones, Radiation Worship, Frequency Manipulation - How Nasty is Cybermetal 2012?

Cybermetal 2012 is a tabletop roleplaying game of demons, metalheads, and weirdos surviving and thriving in an isolated city of warped technology in an alternate timeline featuring tons of analog ink illustrations, intuitive dice mechanics for fans of Mothership or Blades in the Dark, fascinatingly weird worldbuilding, and much more.

This game uses a percentile system, which means that you need to roll under a certain number in order to succeed. This makes it easy to learn, and gives the table a quick understanding of how achievable any given task is. The two d10s that you roll to determine your outcome are then assigned to damage and Fallout - how much damage do you do, and what happens next? There are a number of other mechanics that you can choose to involve, such as Hardware, factions, Gear, and more - but their use is optional, so you can customize your game to the experience your players want!

S.H.A.D.O.W. Hunters, by Maps’N’ Quests.

Throughout human history things have threatened humanity –things that go bump in the night and leave the average civilian quaking in terror. These things exist on the periphery for most people, things they never even notice as being out of the ordinary. When those things go bump in the night, S.H.A.D.O.W. bumps back with the elite Hunters.

S.H.A.D.O.W. Hunters combines FPS-style action with survival horror in the vein of F.E.A.R. and other similar games while building on FariRPG's phenomenal Breathless SRD in unique ways, including lite-tactical combat mechanics and varying weapon effectiveness.

While this is a combat game, S.H.A.D.O.W. Hunters is designed to be run in theatre-of-the-mind, which means you won’t have to calculate range, and is rules-lite, which means that much of murder you do will be up to the players - do you behead the undead monstrosity, or pump it full of lead? How cool do you look doing it? There’s also a scavenge mechanic, which is great for those players that enjoy looting the body. Finally, while the game makes use of various polyhedral dice, you don’t have to add up any numbers - you just take the highest result and go from there. The game is run on the Breathless SRD, which means that your character’s skills and resources will run out over the course of play - great for building suspense and dread.

Jack Kills Giants, by Andrew White.

There’s no shortage of vagabonds who take coin for killing, but Giant Slayers… they’re a special breed. The coin is unfathomably good, you’d be more or less set for life should you bring one of those colossal beasts down. Those who decide the reward is worth the risk form up into small companies of strangers, spreading out the risks and sharing the spoils.Brought from all walks of life, those who survive past their first kill and choose to continue on the path grow into tight-knit bands, comrades in arms fighting for gold and glory. But you aren’t one of that pantheon of successful slayers just yet. You’re just flat broke.

Jack Kills Giants is a game of giant-slaying in the Fantasy Gig-Economy written and illustrated by Andrew White, with valuable contributions from Nakade & Cosmic Orrery Games. In Jack Kills Giants you won't play hardened adventurous heroes, you'll play everyday people, forced by a need to make cash to survive to chase after giants in exchange for generous bounties.

This is a game with beautiful art and a simple core system, with add-ons if you want to add difficulty, complexity, or a different flavour of play. Characters are ranked with the type of dice they roll, and there are ten character professions, which start at a d8 rank, with graduation ranks for d10 and d12. If you want a book with plenty of resources for a GM, and the ability to add your own flavour, then I recommend Jack Kills Giants!

GrimoirePunk, by Mitch.

Wizards rule the world. They’ve traded their stone towers for skyscrapers of steel and glass, their homunculus servants for warehouse workers, their robes emblazoned with stars for three-piece suits and sensible skirts (still emblazoned with stars, though). The rest of the world might consider them clever business people or daring entrepreneurs, but you know better. Their empires of power are built on magical secrets torn unwillingly from the fabric of reality and bound into powerful grimoires: collections of spell fragments and lost secrets pinned beneath words, illustrations, and codes. Their grimoires are the source of their power.

So we’re gonna take them.

In GrimoirePunk, you play as gutter magicians democratising magic by stealing it from infinitely powerful wizards. You and your friends will create your punks and each build a unique grimoire on a deck of cards that you will add to and destroy until you have a book that is unique to you, shaped by your adventures.

This game requires absolutely no dice - instead, you use a deck of cards. These cards will represent your character’s abilities. Character creation starts with all face cards removed, and you’ll gain new abilities and spells over the course of play. If you like the idea of using whatever means necessary to get your hands on some power, and you don’t want to keep track of dice values, this game might be worth checking out. There’s even a Demo Game Dunk edition for you to check out if you want to see what you’re in for!

Chainsaw Humans, by Deep Light Games.

YOU ARE DEVIL HUNTERS, individuals (human or otherwise) who fight against Devils whenever a threat related to them should arise in the world. You are a special branch of law enforcement.

YOU USE DEVILISH ABILITIES AT SOME LEVEL as means of standing a chance in combat against these monstrous opponents. Each devil represents a fear the humanity has. The stronger the fear, the stronger the devil.

In CHAINSAW HUMANS you'll play as human, hybrid, fiend or devil at your day job as a devil hunter. Each species play a little different but the core rules are very straight forward. Many GM tables to help are included.

This is a standard Lasers & Feelings hack, so you only ever use d6’s, and will roll either over or under a target number. Chainsaw Humans has two stats: Chainsaws, which represents being brutal, bloody, and aggressive, and Humans, which represents subtlety, manipulation, and control. While this game is designed to be a one-shot, you can probably get a few sessions out of it if you have enough fun and the GM has a number of ideas!

ORC BORG, by Rowan, Rook & Decard.

The DERELICT is a great big beautiful trash rocket smashing through space and it is jam-packed with ORCS, generations upon generations of them, sporing and scrapping, building murderous idols to their mad gods, and praying for DOOM when the Derelict will crash into heaven and disgorge every dead-hard big-toothed bastard in a glorious tide of violence.

YOU are an ORC, and you fight and kill and pray and scheme and tinker and howl for a place in heaven.

ORC BORG is a zine-length standalone RPG with beautiful, brutal art on every page. ORC BORG is a collaboration between Grant Howitt (Spire, Heart, Honey Heist, Goblin Quest) and ROLLINKUNZ (Fragnarok, The Dungenerator, Goblinfinite). It's powered by the MÖRK BORG engine - so it's fast, cruel, and obsessed with the apocalypse.

ORC BORG is built off of the well-loved engine of MORK-BORG, a game of fantastical blood and guts. Out of all of the games on this list, it has the most calculating, as you’ll have to add up damage and subtract from your hit points. If you want scrapping, murdering, and glorious glorious violence, this is likely the game for you, and if you want to check out this style in a different setting, I’d recommend CY_BORG, a cyberpunk hack of death and revenge.

Games I’ve previously mentioned that might be worth checking out:

FIST: Paranormal Mercenaries

Locum Tendons: Doppelganger Infiltrators

Heart - The City Beneath : Dungeon-crawling into a nightmare undercity.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #murder hobos #game recommendations #asks

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Hey friends!

A new work, Cosmic Weed Comes From Stoner Dreams, by PRINCELYTYPE, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, with additional tags "Mention of Cosmic Owl, Marijuana usage, Prismo is A Stoner, Scarab Caught Prismo Smoking, Scarab Smoked Once, Scarab Realizes He Likes Prismo, Prismo Likes Scarab but Only Just Now Confesses, it all works out, Cosmic Weed Comes From Stoner Dreams, Wisher Characters Briefly Mentioned, they kiss, they like each other, I love this ship, kinda rushed, enjoy i guess, Anyway That's It I Think"

You can read it here:

The homoeroticism of smoking weed, it is tangible/j they are THE 'fell in love first and fell in love hard' trope, and it is DELICIOUS I LOVE THEM JUST VIBING AND ALSO BEING IN LOVE AND ADMITTING IT YESSSS !!!

A new work, Fairy Ring by othersin, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Idea - Freeform, Fantasy, Fae & Fairies, Seelie Court, Unseelie Court, Slow Burn, Taboo Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff, just the pretty moth wants to be with the feral beetle, Gnomes, Pixies, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Alternate Universe"

You can read it here:

THE WHIMSY !!! YES PLEASE <3 I lobe moth fairy Prismo and feral buge fairy Scarab AND FINN AND JAKE AND FERN AS GNOMES YES PLEASE <333 I'm so excited for this fic and if any new chapters come out I'm eating them so fast/pos

NSFW works are below the cut :].

The Beginning is the End is the Beginning, by grylos, was updated today, with 7/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and Rape/Non-Con, with additional tags "Genocide, Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Bombs, Suicidal Thoughts, Sad, Happy Ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Backstory, Slow Burn, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Physical Abuse, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption, Consensual Non-Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Self-Harm, Grooming, Oviposition, Bugs & Insects, bug sex, Cannibalism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con"

You can read it here:

Mind the tags for this chapter ! :]

MY BOOOOOOOOY NOOOOOOO IM GOING TO CRY AND ALSO MAYBE BECOME VIOLENTLY ILL/hj I need the locusts to explode simultaneously immediately i need them all dead RIGHT NOW THE BABIEEES THE BUGSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAGH

A new work, Lifeline by othersin, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "prismo is god auditor, scarab is wishmaster, i don't consider this a personality swap, Attempt at Humor, Outer Space, Space Battles, Space Stations, cosmic owl is a raven called poe, the universe is aware of the og world, Bounty Hunters, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Humor"

You can read it here:

I wanna see that bounty hunter explode right now/j I LOVE POE HE FEELS BRITISH TO ME :]/silly. Golden Cicada is SMITTEN it radiates off of him <3 I also like Yuki hello cyborg fox lady 👀

Sick of Pickles, by phoenixash234flames, was updated today, with 2/2 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Threesome - M/M/M, is it still a threesome if the other person is still your partner, Nausea, Fluff and Humor, the pickles get to Scarab, stopping because of nausea"

You can read it here:

THEY ARE BACK !!! No pickles this time, NO PICKLES/silly !! Splitting into two so you can have a threesome with your husband is a power move, and so is shapeshifting a tentacle wiener BHNJCFMVGBH

#prohibitedwish #prohibitedwish fics #the beginning is the end is the beginning #cosmic weed comes from stoner dreams #fairy ring #lifeline #sick of pickles

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@stormbeyondreality tagged me in this SUPER cool writing tag game. I have to find the words fire, soup, green, sunlight, and blade in my WIPs! I shall tag ummm @thequeenofthewinter @blossom-adventures @kagrenak @nightlist and anyone else who wants to do this!

The words you guys have to find in your WIPs will be FEEL(ing/felt), LOSE(ing/lost), BLIND(ed/ing/ly, SHAKE(en/ing/shook) and NIGHT. sorry for choosing verbs lmao.

Fire (His Daughter [an intro writing for my oc Ysmine])

Fire smoke wafted into the sky, blocking the dusty pink sunrise behind the mountains, and Blair had a sinking feeling that they were too late. The recent crippling of the Dawnguard had their forces spread thin, and when they finally received reports of vampires attacking a farm on the outskirts of Kynsgrove night after night, Blair considered not even sending a full squadron to check. Then they learned exactly who lived on that farm. Shorvald, A retired adventurer and a well known daedra hunter. There's only two reasons a group of vampires would be so relentless. Revenge, or powerful artifacts Shorvald had hidden.

Soup (that's just unfortunate. [Massara's turn into a vampire])

“You should leave while you still can. Strangers aren't well received here,” She hissed out and Massara scowled, slamming his lukewarm soup down on the table. “Yeah, I got that. No money, no service. I'll get out of your drafty inn and keep walking through the mud overnight,” Massara spat out bitterly as he moved to stand, only for the innkeep to grasp his arm. “I'm refusing you to save your life. You need to leave before you catch her attention. Alva– She… She's got a hold on almost everyone. She controls everything,” She warned, and Massara looked past her to the woman at the bar, who's eyes lifted from her conversation partner to meet his. He's been noticed.

Green (Campfire [nerevarine fic uwu])

The long line of Addarash's profile was something that Ilenar had grown familiar to. Straight nose bridge, rounded tip. Strong brow, full lips. His septum piercing glinted in the firelight. "Well, I consider you a friend. We've talked a lot over this week. And before as well. Despite your unfriendliness." Ilenar watched Addarash set the jar aside, his lithe fingers lingering on the glass edge for a moment. The flowers he used in his salve stained his nails green, contrasting with the deep purples of his skin.

Sunlight (TEETH [Merry getting turned into a vampire for a SECOND time.])

Merriell looked down at the water, blinking droplets from his eyelashes and froze. The water was tinted red and Merriell frantically looked up to his reflection in the mirror, pawing at his neck, looking for any signs of a wound. But there was nothing. Just all his old scars, ever overlapping bites on his neck. Memories of cold nights stuck in a cave. Teeth ripping at his throat. He looked back at the water and his distorted reflection stared right at back him expectantly. Maybe it was just the pipes. Back home the water would run red sometimes, from the clay in the ground, or rust in the pipes. He drew back the curtains on the window and winced. His head throbbed at the sunlight, aching behind his eyes. He unlatched the window and threw out the discolored water. He briefly peered out and caught sight of the sun; he had slept far too long, it was nearly midday.

Blade - (The Snow Prince Awakens)

Then Areyor’s memory began to fail him. He could recall cutting through swaths of armored foes with his spear. He could remember falling– feeling crushed. Crushed by the weight of his mount collapsing onto him. Pain radiated up from his legs, he couldn't move! Panic began to set in and the last thing he remembered was a scream – no, a roar – of anguish as a shadow blocked his view of the sun. A twinkle of its reflection on a blade, a brief explosion of pain, then nothing. A great chasm of nothing. It seemed to stretch for eternity until he woke. Here, in the dark. The freezing dark.

#my writing #tag games #my ocs #Ysmine Fire-Eyes #Blair Stout-Heart #<- first tag for them wahoo #Massarapalibbi #Ilenar Talvyn #Nerevarine #Addarashnimaelshuralu #Merriell Sartorius #Areyor Masparwen #tes #skyrim #Morrowind #writing

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