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foldingfittedsheets · 5 months

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When I was young I was dating this absolute cocknob right as I graduated high school. More on that later.

As a present ostensibly to me (but mostly my folks) I was whisked away after graduation to spend two weeks in Europe with my parents. The plan was to see London, Paris, and Heidelberg.

I was moody and a teenager and was largely disgruntled by this fabulous adventure. I went along with sullen foot dragging and black looks. I commandeered my reprehensible boyfriends enormous black hoodie and wore it on the trip. At the start of our jaunt into London I mentioned offhandedly to my mom that it was burning when I peed.

“You’re just dehydrated, and your period is about to start.”

She was right on both counts. I upped my water content, and had my period (which may have contributed to my overall ill humors.)

So we found ourselves in a tiny hotel in Paris, a week into our jaunt, when I repeated, “Man, it just really burns when I pee.”

“What?!” my mom demanded.

“I told you like a week ago that it was burning.”

“Augh! Now we have to go to the hospital!” she proclaimed.

“What?! Why?”

“Because,” she snapped, “You have a bladder infection.”

More bickering ensued, and my temperament was not improved by knowing I’d told her I was having an issue a week ago and been ignored.

My dad heard about the itinerary shift with resignation and we trooped down the narrow stairs as a family to ask the concierge where the nearest hospital was.

The absolutely lovely man at the desk was immediately so concerned when we asked for directions. “Is everything okay?” he asked with very genuine sympathy and I muttered that everything was fine, we just needed a quick visit.

Lucky for us the hospital was only a few blocks away. We walked there and the building was massive, home to what appeared to be several separate wings but no obvious main entrance.

We wandered inside and it was like a weird dream. There was no one around. Huge echoing corridors met us as we peered in vain for a front desk or possibly signs. We searched with increasing frustration for anyone to talk to and somehow found ourselves in some tiny back offices.

A woman sat at her desk and looked bewildered to see three lost Americans approaching her. She greeted us and as a family we all simultaneously realized the massive flaw in our current course.

You see, dear reader, we did not speak French. My dad and I both spoke German. I inquired politely if she also spoke German and she shook her head looking increasingly cornered. We asked if she spoke English.

“Leetle…?” she replied.

“My daughter has a bladder infection! Blad-der?” My mother declared this at a high volume as if volume alone could bridge the communication gap, while simultaneously miming over my stomach, circling where she presumed my pelvis was under the gigantic black sweatshirt.

The woman’s expression turned extremely skeptical and she slowly repeated “Bladder…” She scrutinized me for a moment then said, “You go…. This?” And pointed to something purple on her desk.

“The purple signs?” my dad asked.

She nodded and we set off. I was stewing with resentment at my mom for having ignored my first complaint when we were in a country that spoke English. And also generalized hostility about being on the trip and the object of miming. Now here we were in a French hospital, lost and unable to communicate. I also was under no illusions that someone who didn’t know the word for purple would have any clue what bladder meant.

And slowly I realized what had actually happened as I peered at the purple signs. My mother circling my stomach with her hands, gesturing to my middle. The woman’s skeptical face.

“Hey mom,” I chirped, syrupy and smug. “I don’t speak French. But I do know that it’s a Latin based language. And wouldn’t you know, but that purple sign looks an awful lot like it says ‘maternity’ to me.”

“Shut up!” she snapped.

A few minutes later we stood surrounded by the moans of pregnant people and the cries of fresh new lungs wailing at their first taste of cold air.

I smiled sweetly at my disgruntled mother.

Luck was with us however. A nearby father noticed us and came over to ask if we needed help. With perfect English he gave us clear directions.

As we finally approached the right area for walk in services it was clear how we’d missed it the first time. A large swathe of the front of the building was covered in tarps. A huge wall sized window was broken, and construction was taking place, but at least it had a bustle of people and a clear line. We sat down in the queue of chairs.

While we sat some police officers came in. They walked up to a man ahead of us in line and with few words exchanged they handcuffed and led him politely away.

I was genuinely so out of reality. Every new thing that happened was like a bizarre dream from the empty hallways to the maternity ward and now this tarp strewn waiting room in which people could just be calmly arrested.

It was a shock to me then when we reached the front and the nurse spoke with perfectly unaccented English to assess me. Not only did she know bladder but a whole slew of other medical words I couldn’t guess at. I peed on a stick and we waited.

When we got the results she told me it was good because they could give me antibiotics today for my now confirmed infection, but bad because I’d need the doctor to sign off. I nodded and my mom and I were escorted to yet another small room to wait.

When the doctor arrived I felt suddenly gangly and awkward. I’m not tall but I towered over this tiny French woman who radiated calm composure. She seemed to be around my grandmothers age. She looked up at my blushing face and said, “Bladder infection?” Her English had a much stronger accent than the nurse but with the same medical competence.

I nodded.

She nodded too and we sat in a still contemplative moment on my UTI.

“Do you have… boyfriend?”

My face was on fire, every cell of me wanting to flee from this tiny perfect old woman. I nodded.

She nodded too. We sat still in the knowledge that I had a boyfriend and a UTI.

“Do you and your boyfriend do… it?” Her delicate accent stretched it into “eet.”

I don’t know if she didn’t know the word for sex or if she thought saying “it” was kinder but I wanted to melt into the floor and cease to exist to escape my increasing mortification and her meaningful pause. I nodded.

“Okay,” she said kindly. “When you and your boyfriend do… it… you must make pee pee.”

I writhed slightly under the psychic damage of this elegant medical professional saying “pee pee” and I nodded more emphatically hoping she’d desist this torture.

She continued. “If you and your boyfriend do… it… five times? You make five pee pees. If you do it ten times, you make ten pee pees.”

My face had never been hotter, all the blood in my body had volcanoed to my head, pounding in my ears and valiantly attempting to give me an aneurism to end my suffering. There is no mortification as acute to a teenager as an adult talking about sex and here was this medical professional telling me about… it.

Meanwhile, my mother. Who should have been regretting her poor parenting and reflecting on her neglect in failing impart this vital part piece of sex ed to her kid. Alas, she was laughing herself sick the corner. She added to my embarrassment by quietly repeating “pee pee” and “it” under her breath as she wheezed and chortled.

The doctor patted my hand kindly and handed me the antibiotics. I got to spend the rest of my trip in Europe avoiding direct sunlight and listening to my mother parrot “Do you do… eet?”

#ramblies #funny #story #writing #teenage angst #there’s a couple stories I tell that my betrothed has to hear on repeat cause they’re party pleasers #this is one such #ffs foibles

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meorb · 8 months

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EEEEE I LOVE THIS SM

I JS WANTED TO SAY HI AND REQUEST OF A LITTLR HEADCANON OF A MUTE M!READER WITH GRAVES OR GHOST PLS

🥺🙏

ALSO THAT GRAVES POST GOT ME KNEELING

AUGH THANK YOU SM 🫶🫶 some of these are just general head cannons but I thought I'd add them anyways :)

Ghost:

Knows a little bit of BSL and a bit of ASL from Roach, so when you show up and greet him, he immediately knows and tries his best with the basics

Likes the quiet, so it makes it a lot easier to worm your way into his heart

When he confesses, he does it in fluent sign language so that you know he's trying for you

Pretty good at reading facial expressions, so most of the time he already knows how you feel

Sometimes when you're around strangers that he doesn't want to be around he just grumbles and says "my boyfriend said no." While you try to hold back a chuckle

Staring contest enthusiast

Graves:

I'll be honest, unless you bring a notebook the first time you meet him, this guy has absolutely no clue what the fuck is going on

He's asking you things and doesn't know a lick of sign language, so he's just staring at blankly you as you try and communicate

Once he actually starts getting feelings for you, though, he'll start to learn at least the basics of sign language so he can try and impress you

Takes you out all of the time and the waiters always gives him dirty looks because he orders his food and then the waiter turns to you and he's just like "He'll have the __"

Buys you a notebook to write in, a real fancy one because he thinks that fancy things will absolutely impress you

Just overall tries to impress you all of the time, cheers and lifts you up if he gives you something and you give him your little thumbs up

Will introduce you to literally anyone possible and if they don't know sign language he'll be like "haha I understand him and you don't"

Cocky bastard

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x male reader #graves mw2 #graves x reader #meorb

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prismartist · 7 months

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the fight between wilbur and phil just. echoes in my head. partly because it's the most intense they've ever been to each other in rp (from what i know) and partly because goddddddddddddddd god how did we not see that coming. wilbur's been away for months; at this point he might as well not know anything about the island. he expressed multiple times that he has no idea what's going on; he has no context. he sees people joking and laughing and hyping themselves up to go on missions he doesn't understand and calling him hatsune miku. nary a mention of the eggs, not even in cellbit's big rallying speech. it's no wonder he didn't think anything was wrong. so when he's hit over the head with the news that the eggs are missing...

the eggs are missing, and the apparent determination and effort of the parents is collected into a group of people running down a sewer and giggling about a goldfish's memory? these people must be insane. at the least, they must not care that much.

and here's phil, trotting along and laughing too, going along with people that wilbur isn't sure they should trust (because he doesn't know them, why should he?), like his son isn't missing, like his granddaughter isn't missing. tallulah, who's been taken away before wilbur can come back to her. tallulah, with whom he still needs to meet again, to see just how much she's grown. what are they doing?

i do find it funny that later, he then says everyone else is "panicking". sure guy. it's not like you lost your cool earlier because you're missing crucial information or anything. okay.

so here's wilbur, accusing everyone of not doing anything, accusing phil of slacking, stating that they're clearly not taking it seriously enough when they have and it's tiring; i mean, imagine keeping that up for a month. phil and the others have worked tirelessly scrounging up scraps of what you can barely call evidence. and wil is saying it's nothing, that they have done nothing, which in a sense they have, but at the same time is so wrong, because how have they done everything and nothing? how is there still nothing after a month?

it's just bleach in a wound, and phil––oh phil, who's been aching so bad since they've gone, who calls out to them futilely, who fell into a coma dreaming that he almost found them, who grit his teeth at each and every teasing "clue" he finds––well, he snaps.

he's frustrated. all the tears, all the hunting, all the running around like headless chickens––sure, they could be being a bit silly, they could be fools for following the federation's every whim, but at this point they've exhausted everything, all of their ideas, so any fucking hope they can get they'll grab it and watch it disappear like smoke through the slits of their fingers themselves, because it's nice to have something in the palm of your hand for even a second. and then there's wilbur even suggesting that cellbit might be a traitor, when he's one of the people phil trusts the most, enough to share the evidence with. so of course he accuses wilbur of letting tallulah rot. wilbur doesn't understand. of course he doesn't. he hasn't been on the island.

in a sense they're both right. the federation lead ultimately led to nothing but a new toy, and wilbur is painfully naive as to believe that tallulah is just hiding around the island, blissfully unaware that the main theory right now is that she's probably in another dimension. he doesn't even know about the nether.

it's so. augh. phil and wilbur really out here reminding us that yeah, they are roleplay powerhouses and they will devastate all of us when put together in high-stress situations. god. gotta love them for that

#mcyt #qsmp #wilbur soot #philza #cursing #unintelligible rants

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intotheelliwoods · 10 months

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Woah lots of asks! Augh you guys got such good questions!

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That happened when Medium Leo was 26, and Big Leo 50! They got an extra 10 years after the movie to just, relax, honestly? Those were probably some of the best years of their lives

Then well, after that I think it only took about a month (as in they left a few days later after Raphs death to venture off to the horrors)

After that, 20 years of the newfound apocalypse, leaving Medium Leo at 46 when he gets sent back in time!

(and auguoahg ty wren you are amazing!)

@wraenata

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No he does not! Each timeline has its own goop fella, the one in the Krang timeline remained traped through the apocalypse and will probably never actually break free in that time-

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Yeah... :( Big Leo, the saddest character to ever exist. He tried his best he really did, but in the end though I dont think people will remember him for his failures. They will remember him for his kindness and effort

@memorialis

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Funny story, I do have a backstory for the guy in mind! A good one actually, I was going to make a comic for the backstory but I have no clue how to make it look visually? And I am also not sure if I am going to have the energy for it with everything else going on whoops, I might just type it out in text form by the end of the week to save my strength for everything else I need to draw aha...

But back to your first question, yes, they are intertwined! Very much so actually! The goop has a lot to do with the Krang and their similar trap!

As for your second ask here, nope! Well, yes and no? Hamatos are involved in the backstory but not involved in the freeing half- Anyways though, after that last update and the potential of some later nightmare sequences, that will be the last you see of the guy until the finale! In other words, not really any more lore for him! Again I have a backstory just not much energy to actually draw it! And by this point in time, the backstory is not even really spoilery, its just neat worldbuilding at this point :)

He/Him pronouns be good, or they, honestly the thing jsut has big he/they energy overall tbh

@amazing-captain-castiel (if I worded this weird I am so sorry, I answered your first question before going back realizing oh shoot you sent another ask aha-)

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Haha.. yeah.. yeah he does... (im so sorry, I would do something about this but I can barely keep track of 2 huggy leos)

Though in compensation he did have a relatively nice rest of life. This is also something I sooo wanted to make a comic for but I dont know if I will have the energy for it whoops

He found being in a apocalypse again relatively, surprisingly comforting. Felt like home, his old home, his first home, his own timeline. He thrived in this newfound worldly chaos for years until about 5 years before Medium Leo got sent back, where he ended up leaving the home base they set up with his mother, to explore what was left of the world before that was gone too. This was due to just some good deja vu but well, younger turtles, Medium Leo never stopped looking more and more like someone who would never come back so-

@cavern-of-shenanigans

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yeah.... oops. But Sprout is alive and well🥺At least he will be well by the end of the series-

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<3 uhhhhhh oops <3

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Sweats, theres so much inspo pulled from FMA here my guy!

@cavern-of-shenanigans

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#2 arms left #asks #so many questions argargargarag!!!!!

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quanticowrites · 5 months

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The Wrong One Pt. 3 (Timothy McGee x Reader)

•• GAH I got something done. Part 3 and final part of this fic. Enjoy! ••

The headlights are practically blinding, but you're able to see them reach for the car door and push it open. They step out to show that they have a hood over their face.

"Who are you?"

"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" They ask, sounding annoyed. "I thought leaving my necklace at the crime scene would make it pretty clear."

"HEY-!" They reach for their hood.

"I'm just showing you who I am." The calmness in their voice made your stomach churn. You watched as they pulled the hood back. You feel your gun slip out of your hands.

It was like looking in the mirror.

"Surprised?" She laughed. "Looks like Mom and Dad didn't tell you everything." Your mind was spinning as you watched her sprint toward you. You managed to twist yourself mid-fall so that she was beneath you, giving you a slight advantage. "Aww, don't feel bad. I didn't know I had a twin either." She laughed, clocking you in the jaw with her elbow. "Not that it matters, you know, I'm going to kill you and take your place." You spit in her eye and rolled towards your gun. If you could just reach it. "You're not better than me, just because they didn't give you up!" You flinched as her fingers came a bit too close to your eyes for comfort.

"You think you can be me? Huh?" You laughed. "You'd be found out in a heartbeat. My husband would know you were a fake the second you walk through our front door."

"Don't be too sure." You pinned her arms as she reached for your gun. Shit, you thought. Now we're both pinned like this. "I've been watching you for months, learning your routine."

"Oh just fuck off." You hiss. "You're pinned." She smirked.

"So are you."

"My team will be here any minute."

"No, they won't. They don't have any clue where you are. I disabled your car's GPS while you were at the Lieutenant's apartment and I've got a cell jammer in my car."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Miss Perfect." She wiggled and got out of your hold, despite your best effort, sending a kick to your lower abdomen. "FUCK YOU!" You didn't know what came out of your mouth, but you were sure it didn't qualify as words. She got the gun in her hands and you jumped up just in time to miss a bullet to the leg. Is it a good or a bad thing she didn't know how to shoot? At this range, it didn't matter much. "Alright, get in my car."

"Why should I? You're just gonna kill me." She cocked the gun back.

"You can decide if you want it slow and painful." You sigh, standing up. At the moment you didn't have much choice. You both stopped and listened to the sound of squealing tires.

"My team won't be here, huh?"

"GET IN THE CAR OR I'LL SHOOT YOU NOW!" You knew she was serious, so you headed toward her car. She came up behind you and you stopped and threw your head back. You felt her nose crack against the back of your skull. "AUGH!" She put the gun right up against your neck and pushed you into the door of her car. "BITCH! YOU'RE GONNA BLEED OUT-!" Brakes squealed and a gunshot rang out, You flinched, but you weren't hit. Her body dropped behind you and you turned. Gibbs, Tim, Nick, and Ellie all stood outside the Charger, weapons drawn. Tim was the first to holster his weapon and start towards you. You met him halfway and he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

"How'd you find me?" He laughed.

"I put an Airtag in your trunk." You blinked. He couldn't have done that after you went to the Lieutenants. You leaned back and looked up at him and his sheepish grin.

"How long has that been there?" His face turned redder than it already was. You patted him on the chest.

"I think I can forgive you this time."

"So," Ellie came up beside Tim as Nick started putting up crime scene tape. "I take it you didn't know about the whole twin thing?" Gibbs was off to the side on the phone, presumably with Leon. You stiffened. Shit. You proved your innocence but you still defied an order from the director. Hopefully, he would be understanding and just give you a week of unpaid leave.

"No," You finally answered. "Not until she showed her face just now." You look down at her body before quickly looking away. "Can we cover her up until Ducky and Jimmy get here? I don't like looking at myself dead on the ground." Ellie nodded before quickly going to scour the trunk of the car for anything that could shield her from view.

"Hey." You jump at Gibbs's voice being so close. You didn't notice him walk over. "You alright?" You nodded.

"Yeah. How pissed is the Director?" He laughed, smiling.

"The usual amount." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking toward where your car was in the ditch. "Tow truck's on the way. Since your car is evidence It'll be towed back to NCIS."

"Evidence?"

"She hit it with her car, right?" He pointed. "Plus, I think your dash cam caught her entire confession on video."

"I think it's still recording. I can see the red dot in the corner." Ellie added and you smiled.

"I knew getting one of them was going to be a good investment." You elbowed Tim and he sighed.

"Okay, I was wrong about the dashcam being useless, happy?" You smirked.

"Very." With that video, you were pretty much cleared of the murder charges, but you knew you still had to face the Director and some form of punishment. Better than being dead, you supposed. Tim wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. Yep. Definitely better.

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#timothy mcgee x reader #mcgee x reader #ncis x reader

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drpumpkins · 5 months

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Okay hmmm Mad Hatter for the Character Ask! :3

AUGH THANK U ok lets see!!!!

First impression: I think I saw him first in The Long Halloween (comic). LOVED how he argued with the Scarecrow :] After the Long Halloween and Dark Victory, I went to Haunted Knight and got really happy to see an entire chapter dedicated to this lil guy

Impression now: *Excited yelling whenever he appears on scream, pointing at my pc, shouting THAT'S MY GUY when that bigass hat makes an appearance. Kicking my legs and flipping my desk*

Favourite moment: His snippet of appearance in Arkham City, absolutely. It hit me absolutely out of nowhere. I was freaking out /pos and when I saw that familiar, haunting silhouette I just completely lost my shit. Great visuals, great voice, impeccable cut inbetween my quests. Definitely solidified his place as my second favourite rogue, for sure

Idea for a story: OOOH this is a hard one. I'm an visual artist moreso than a writer, but if I had to write something, I'd make something in the style of "Perchance to dream" from BTAS, that is just as unnerving, and just as unbidden as his sidequest in Arkham City. Something where you don't realize what's going on and have to piece together the clues long before you realize that Tetch is behind all of this. It just fits him so damn well.

Unpopular opinion: UH ok so i dont know a lot about what Are the popular opinions LMAO so let me try and have a jab at this. Jervis is genuinely dangerous. From what I've seen so far there's not a lot of emphasis that this little guy can pose a serious threat, and while his goals are barely focused on Big Murder Plans like most rogues, I feel like he's more of a punching bag, or treated a lot like flavouring. Don't underestimate this little guy!

Favourite relationship: Honestly this could be interpreted as either romantic or not romantic, and I like both of them, but I found it hilarious/fun how he and Scarecrow are so close in both the Long Halloween comic and movies. Scarecrow actually responding to his mad ramblings with nursery rhymes of his own. It's a very fun detail that I think about a lot :)

Favourite headcanon: Because he has his tea set in the greenhouse in Arkham Asylum, I like to think he is allowed to have tea there, under supervision, if good behaviour permits :) It's a cute little detail that is mostly there only for riddler trophy reasons, but.. imagine!

#THANK YOU #skyllion-uwu #asks #jervis tetch #the mad hatter #dr.txt

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tazzykiki · 10 months

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I ADORE Earthspark so much augh

Gonna keep this brief because I'm tired~

-The family themes were STRONG in this batch and I love it. The Maltos are a Found Family magnet. The moment a cybertronian is in their vicinity they are family, they have no choice <3

-Loved the action, loved the absolute intensity and brutal moments of the show. Yes girl! Raise those stakes!

-STARSCREAM

-I think the writing overall is great but when it comes to smaller moments there's some bits that are kinda shaky? I think Megs and Starscream should've absolutely had a bit more of deep dive, even if it was just for one scene. There's also things like Ravage's spying being tossed aside, the inconsistency of some story points, Mandroid and Alex, and just general rushed moments.

I'm honestly giving them some leeway here because 1) The biggest story moments were done VERY well and 2) it's very clear that something happened between the first half and second half of the season that may have caused some restrictions or sudden writing changes. They seemed to have some type of limit of how much they could fit into the first season, and their #1 priority is the Maltos so the other stories the writers wanted to tell had to sadly sit on the backburner and exist as sprinkled clues.

I am however very very hopeful for s2 and what it could bring! I'm hoping to see more bots as well as lore about the great war and more character backgrounds(especially megs and scram). It seems quite obvious the next major villain will be the Quintessons. Given Quintus Prime(who in modern lore is their creator), and the fact Mandroid liberated the Sharkticons from an unknown force(who are going to be absolutely pissed and most likely searching for him). With the bots and cons seemingly at peace, it would make sense they would unite against an enemy that always brings them together across many iterations.

-The kids are traumatized, Quintus we are going to have WORDS. Do not make me slap your bald head like a pair of bongos!!

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saintship · 1 year

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I’m not really sure how to do requests because I always get nervous but headcanons for COD characters helping reader on their period? 🙏

You’re totally good, thank you for writing me!

I love this request as well—I’m going to keep it sfw because the other side of this topic is a whole other post in itself!

Soap 🧼

- Very attentive

- “You alright?” “What do you need?” “Anything at all?” “Just holler, ya hear?”

- Bath guy for SURE

- Runs one with a gentle body wash for the bubbles after you inform him ‘REAL soap down there will give me a UTI.’

- ‘Ironic, aye?”

- ‘You’re an animal.’

- Back rub connoisseur

- If you bleed on anything of his, he makes sure you know he will never be angry at you for something you can’t help

- Might need some directing on how to properly wash the sheets though

- If you need to be held he’s there, sweetheart’s cradle is his go to bc it lets him massage the sore muscles of your stomach

-And wrap both arms around you so you can rest the side of your head on his bicep AUGH

- Love him sm

Ghost 🔦

- In my mind this could go two ways

- 1. Clueless/doesn’t know how to ask the questions he has, though willing to learn

- 2. So comfortable with it it’s almost medical—he’s a soldier, he’s not going to let a human function throw him off

- 1. Is more likely to be reality but for this I’ll indulge

- In a relationship I get the vibe he hesitates before performing any act of affection, as if he’s afraid someone will ambush him the moment he closes his eyes

- But if you’re in pain and you reach for him it is 0 hesitation, he’s immediately behind you wrapping an arm around your middle to hold you close and say sweet things into your hair

- Any embarrassment by bleeding on sheets, his clothes you borrowed, etc is shut down

- ‘A period ain’t what’s gonna kill me after all these years, love. It’s natural.’

- Strikes me as more of a sit next to the bath rather than with you in the water the way Soap might

- Likes to wash your back and hair, rinse the suds off, wrap you in a towel, and so on

Gaz 🧢

- Absolute sweetheart

- But so stupid

- Flabbergasted when you explain how tampons are really used (he had no fucking clue), and if you have a diva cup, you might as well have just shown him theoretical physics

- ‘So, do you need—chocolate? Or anything?’

‘Just stay here?’

‘That sounds good.’

- Rubs your shoulders and neck while pressing kisses to the skin exposed

- If you bleed on something he needs a minute to Google a few things but then reassures you, already in the process of replacing the sheets so you can get back in bed as soon as possible

- Loverboy <333

Price 🪙

- By far the most experienced; you hardly need to teach him anything as the other women in his life have already taught him a lot

- ‘Darling, I’m a grown man. You don’t need to feel ashamed for anything, it’s your body.”

‘I just-'

‘Ah- none of that. C’mere.”

- Bear hugs and that type of cuddling where you face each other

- Rubs your back until you fall asleep, humming something I think

- Yes he hums tunes

- Runs you a bath with a glass of wine and sits with you, one hand massaging the shoulder closest to him

- If you bleed on anything of his, it’s not a big deal whatsoever

- Makes a place for you on the couch while he does the laundry

- Soothes any remarks from you with a slow kiss that he knows will have you unable to speak for a few moments

Alejandro 🥀

- Smooth man

- Also experienced, almost confused if you’re embarrassed

- ‘What’s wrong? There is nothing to be ashamed of, mi vida.’

- Sings softly to you while he holds you

- ‘No Hay Novedad’ :,,,)

- Or just the tune of a song he enjoyed as a child

- Sits in the bath with you, whispering vulgar sweet things into your ear when you rest your head by his neck

- Kisses to the back of your neck

- Reassurance comes first if you’re embarrassed after bleeding on something, doesn’t want to rush to get rid of it

- ‘This is your body—my second home. How could I be angry at that?’

- Shirtless, sleepy Alejandro reassuring you

- I need a minute

König ⛰️

- Periods are quite a taboo subject in Austria/Germany, as it is in most of the world, but I feel like he never understood the stigma

- He tells you about his classmates who he knew were deeply ashamed of their periods, in an effort to make you feel less alone

- So gentle

- Massages, kisses, caressing your cheeks or waist, he’s like an ocean wave

- Has you sit with your back to him in the tub while he sits on the floor, letting his hands wander and muttering how beautiful you are in German

- Lets you ‘human blanket’ him, sprawled across his massive form

- Admits he likes the pressure

- Wraps strong arms around you and holds, grounding you to him

- If you bleed on his sheets and you’re embarrassed/frustrated, he makes a point to leave the bloody sheets until morning, holding your face in his hands while he assures you it’s okay

Graves 🪖

- Ok

- We all know how this would go in canon

- BUT THIS AINT CANON

- For real though, if he was taught REAL southern values, he’d know how to act

- Physically soothing, running his thumbs over your cheekbones or his hands over your sides, a squeeze to your knee, watching you relax under his hands

- Practically never leaves your side if you let him, you being in his eyeline is reassuring

- Flowers. Totally gets you fucking flowers dear god

- Similar to Alejandro if you bleed on his sheets

- ‘Honey, you got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. I know you can’t control it.”

- Runs his fingers through your hair while you rest your head on his chest and hold his middle

- Will get in the bath with you if you ask, holding you with your back to his chest and kissing at the skin of your neck

- Gets a glass of wine for you and a beer for him

- Won’t object to a bath make out session

- All the southern drawl

- Breaks his heart to see you cry even if you assure him it’s your hormones kicking your ass

- Can’t stand to see your teary face so he holds you to his chest

- ‘I’m here, babydoll, I’m here..’

‘It’s stupid..’

‘Not to me.’

This was a lot of fun :>

#cod headcanons #cod mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #alejandro vargas #philip graves #cod requests

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janeblr · 3 months

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Do you have any thoughts/headcanons on ge//ri//ta??

SO many thoughts. It’s the foundational ship for this fandom ofc.

Firstly, let me establish that I am a Germany-is-HRE truther. Everyone knows that EXCEPT Lutz himself but they all just kind of agree to not mention it. So Feli KNOWS that the boy he love(s/d) is RIGHT. THERE. But he can’t say anything to suggest they’re the same person because to Lutz, that’s a different nation who died, and Feli doesn’t want to confuse or upset him. But Lutz does love him, and not just because of any lingering memories from before!!! He fell in love with Feli completely on his own, and he would fall in love with him over and over again. AUGH. Once they both get their heads out of their asses and express their feelings for each other, FELI is actually the one who takes it slow because he’s afraid of making Lutz feel like he’s just a stand-in for HRE. Feli doesn’t want to jump right to “established relationship” because even though that’s how it kind of feels for him, that’s not how it feels for Lutz. So they take it slow <3 first dates, flowers, first kisses… augh.

Anyways enough with the amnesia agony. THE AGE GAP!!!! Lutz, in his experience, is only about 150 years old. But Feli has been around for over 1300 years. Cradle robber smh. It just cracks me up. And Feli forgets sometimes that Ludwig doesn’t remember anything before the 1870s so he’ll offhandedly mention something that happened hundreds of years ago as if everyone knows it, and Lutz is just like ??? I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. So even though Lutz often thinks that he’s the more “mature” one, Feli will make some joke about Byzantine Empire being bad in bed and Lutz suddenly feels very, very young. Feli often has to explain in-jokes between all the older nations to him or provide an INSANE amount of context for a simple passing comment. Lana del ray wants what they have.

Ok enough background. Let’s get to the headcanons

Their first dates were very simple <3 Museums, restaurants, art galleries, etc. Feli loves taking Lutz to art galleries and explaining the artworks and their historical backgrounds in vivid detail, and Lutz could listen to Feli talk passionately about art and architecture all day <333 Really I think he just likes the sound of his voice, his musical accent and animated speech. Every once in a rare while Feli will sing, maybe just a couple lines to a song, and Lutz fucking MELTS. They stopped going to restaurants after their first few dates after Lutz was like. Actually. Your cooking is way better and I like helping you in the kitchen. So let’s just do that instead. <3 Realistically a lot of their dates are things they were doing before they were a couple, just in a different light.

Feli taught Lutz how to relax <3 lounging in bed all day, curling up on the sofa with a cup of cocoa and a good book, just enjoying life without worrying about deadlines and routines. Although I don’t think Lutz will ever be able to sleep in the same way Feli can, they absolutely spend Saturday mornings in bed until midday, just tangled up in each other with not a care in the world <3

Conversely, Lutz taught Feli the joys of physical activity besides the walk from the sofa to the fridge lol. Hikes, bike rides, anything that gets them outside and moving. Feli has never been super outdoorsy or active, but breathing in crisp Alpine air and being surrounded by trees older than him is incredible. And he’s enjoying it with the man he loves <3

Meals! Entrées are Italian, desserts are German. Feli never acquired a taste for German food but goddamn that man can make a pie like nobody else. Feli is a lot more passionate about cooking (and Lutz can’t be trusted in front of a stove) but Lutz is happy to help chop vegetables or stir a pot of sauce. The one time they switched roles, Feli was stuck eating some sad, burnt to all hell potato and beef thing, and Lutz learned that he really hates tiramisu. This is not a condemnation of German food, they have some bangers, Lutz is just a bad cook lol.

They do indeed fight and argue like every other couple. Feli tends to be messy, leaving laundry all over the place and not cleaning up his dishes, whereas Lutz is neurotic about cleanliness and goes INSANE trying to convince Feli to just. Put his laundry in the fucking basket. Feli gets mad because sometimes Lutz will treat him like he’s incompetent or just outright stupid. Like there’s a reason he’s still alive and thriving after all this time. Get fucked mate. Ultimately their fights often come down to Feli being inconsiderate and Lutz being condescending.

They’re both fucking obsessed with how the other looks. Lutz is all strength and muscle and Feli wants to bite down on his forearms like a chew toy, and Lutz will never get enough of how Feli’s little waist feels in his hands or having those long legs wrapped around his hips. Also Ludwig is often like:

lol anyways. That’s all I’ve got right now, I have to do my timesheets or I won’t get paid for this week.

#mypost #japh

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sourbombz · 4 months

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So my friend made a joke about how I need to stop timelooping Yuma (because I keep replaying the game) and now I've just been thinking about timelooping him so here's a thought dump about a timeloop AU

Spoilers!!

How the timeloop itself functions/started I have two ideas for at the moment

one being: the idea that Yuma didnt leave the mystery labrynth at the end, and he's basically reliving the mystery over and over again due to his soul wandering forever (I feel mixed on this because I like the idea of everyone being Real and not just the result of a labrynth but this is also a very fun idea to think about as well? Hm)

The other being: the emergency exit.. didnt work how it was supposed to and suddenly Yumas back where he started and also stuck. Also Shinigamis not actually gone (because I don't want her to be!!)

Other than those ideas hhh I dunno forces beyond our comprehension (me I am the forces)

Okay, other fun things

Yuma: he's the center of the timeloop, so he's aware of it. He's so tired, he still doesn't have his past memories but he has future ones now! (Soooo he knows he's Number One, and everything)

Shinigami: she's also aware of it/stuck! She doesn't mind it, less boring than being trapped in a book and she gets more time with Yuma! Joyous!

Fubuki: I think it'd be so fun if Fubuki like.. was also kinda stuck with him, she's the time gal afterall! Although she's Fubuki so she's probably more so "also stuck, but also oblivious"

Vivia: I feel a need to bring him up, and I don't know if I really think he'd be really stuck since time in particular isn't his thing? But yeah udk (I've thought about making him aware because I'm a kokolight shipper and POTENTIAL but I'm on the fence)

Makoto: I guess it depends on how the timeloop itself works on if Makoto knows of it/is stuck as well here or not. So I'm gonna go with "he may or may not it's honestly hard to tell"

All other characters would probably not be aware of it. So I won't talk about them right now

Anyway yeah I imagine at first Yumas like "WHAT HUH WHY WHATS HAPPENING" and then after calming down starts assessing situation and trying to like, do what a lot of people would probably do in that circumstance and try to do things better, save people who died, all of that as ya do.. annddd the timeloop doesn't stop and its a nightmare

I dont have a SINGLE clue how stopping it would happen. All I know is loop loop loop loop

Anyway here's some of my brainstorm doodles the first page I did at 1am before I had anything really thought of, enjoy (idk of its obvious but I am also a Kaguford (Makoto x fubuki) fan, I just think they're cute)

There's so much more I want to think about like hey he knows Yakous murder plot now how would he go forward with that information, how would he go about the cases in the game in general? Augh so much to think about but those are my current thoughts YAY

#I like the idea of Shini and Yuma being in a qpr in this universe as well #I just like the idea of them in a qpr okay #yuma kokohead #shinigami #fubuki clockford #rain code #mdarc #timeloop au #raincode #raincode timeloop au #sour txt

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just-a-random-person24 · 2 months

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Woe! More notes apon ye!! Stark's Mind eps 5-8 notes

Episode 5

“Halle-fucking-lujah! even though i'm an atheist.” Again, no comment just noting

“Contacting the rescue team should probably be a sinch.” moments before disaster 2k09

*Zombie burning alive* “Hey can you shut the fuck up? I'm trying to think here, pal” sir you are talking to a zombie. It hasn't even been a day yet

“I think my experiences with mazes has manifested into reality.” why do you just? say shit like this??

“I should've gone to the gym more.” Twink.

again, not about the episode specifically but what the fuck causes those jibs?

“These things are straight out of a bdsm fantasy.” THATS ONE WAY TO DESCRIBE THEM IG

“No you're doing it wrong you don't spit it out! Especially you, David! I paid for that.” It hasn't even been a day yet

“A dog? A space pup??” SPACE PUPPYS (I love the houndeyes)

“And look, I'm responsible for this okay? I have the responsibility to make sure everyone gets out of here safely. You know why? Because I did this.” HE SOUNDED SAD WHEN HE SAID ‘I DID THIS’ AUGH

Episode 6

“Alright valve, time to work your magic! I don't want to be waiting here too long.” something, something Valve jab about Half Life and Portal 3

“We're gonna get out of here safely!” Oh he's being so optimistic right now

“That's a bit chilly.” I hope a frozen room is cold

“And without my glasses, I'm screwed! Why? Because I'm a blind motherfucker.” Average glasses wearer experience 🤝

“I could drown myself, I feel like doing that- I don't feel like living anymore.” babygirl… 😭

“Why am I laughing when I'm killing living organisms?” How many times can I say no comment in one document?

“Or maybe I was insane all along! Let's… not do that.” He's so silly

“If reality had a face, I'd kick it in the fucking dick.” tbh if I was in his place, I probably would too

Episode 7

“That acrophobic feeling is already settling in!” canonically suffers from acrophobia. mood

“This situation came by my hand. It's only appropriate it ends by my hand as well.” You still don't really know how to even close the portal yet… </3

“Do I jump down? No, not yet Black Mesa!” WHY IS YOUR FIRST THOUGHT GOING TO KILL YOURSELF PLEASE GET HELP 💔

“Up is right! But then left would be down… Nevermind.” Why are you taking it so literally (I know what you are ♾️)

short episode, not a lot to say 💔

Episode 8

also sort of short episode rip

“Oh, a revolver huh?” I have 0 clue what version of Black Mesa this ep uses (or mod?), but that's usually a shotgun

“Luckily I've watched enough Clint Eastwood movies to do it, but I'm not sure.” Western movie liker 👈

“Why did they even install this?!” Great question! Why does Black Mesa have a ceiling turret??

#stark's mind #mindverse

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covencupid · 1 year

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Unfinished Friday (I was too late for WIP wednesday)

I had a draft for this but it's gone AUGH.

Basically I wanted to write a cute story where you give Danny a sandwich because you noticed he hasn't been eating.

What I wanted to say was that I began writing this as I first began playing DBD. I've now unlocked all the lore pages, and thing is I got to one tome where the way it started it just made me things fuuuuuuuuuck this sounds similar. Like it is and it isn't? If any of y'all have read his lore pages lmk if you see what I mean. Like the story doesn't go in the same direction and it's overall different, but the similarities did give me pause, and not gonna lie it kinda took the wind outta my sails to continue this. So this may be all there will be plus a tiny part I have half written, but idk. It was just a bit disheartening to because I don't even wanna walk the line of "ripoff" territory, but I already had this part written and I was really proud of the drama. Idk y'all tell me.

Anyway, here's the beginning of the sandwich story.

A little Something

Richard Thomas.

Two first names and twice the pain in my ass.

Danny had chosen the non-descript man because there really was not much there to begin with. He was a blank canvas. On the outside, Richard Thomas was the perfect empty vessel for the masses to insert themselves into the story. A mirror to the populace that tells them “It could be you.”

Great idea. Perfect idea. It’s what they want, they want to relate, they want to wear the victims shoes and feel comforted that it wasn’t them. It was just anybody off the street, so feel caution, but feel gratitude that it was someone else this time.

But little Bitchard Thomas, Danny found himself thinking, apparently had something that very much set him apart from the rest. An entire wriggling mass hiding under his squeaky clean skin. If he looked back, Danny thought that the clues were all there. For his exterior the two words Danny would use to describe him would be “plain” and “particular”. He was inoffensive, if not dull. Plain of looks, personality, and opinion. He ruffled no feathers, he had no hills to die on.

But he went about life, even in his most private moments, as if he was being watched. Yes, of course he was, but at this point Danny hasn’t made any contact and Bitchard had no reason to believe he was actually being watched.

By now, Danny had been watching the man for five weeks. By week one Danny figured out his daily routine, his preferred route to work and back, and how he spent time. Week two he was able to account for how he responds to deviation and the type of things that would mess with his routine. Week three went by like the first, and so did the fourth. Week five is when the bullshit began. It started with him going down to his basement late at night on Sunday. Danny didn’t see what he did there but he went in at 2am and didn’t come out until 5:33am. Whatever he did, he looked haggard by the end of it. The next day Danny decided to pay his little basement a visit and find the reason for his late night rendezvous.

After seeing little Bitchard off to work, Danny went about his investigation. He was annoyed because he already knew the house. He could walk through it blindfolded. Danny knew where he kept his sheets, where he put his birth certificate, and which drawer he kept his dirty magazines. He could give tours of this boring little bitch palace if he wanted to. But now, in his home again with a new sense of skepticism, it felt too plain. It’s not well kept, it’s pristine. It was lived-in in the way IKEA showrooms gave the impression of a very neat life lived in their implied walls.

Danny put himself at the entryway of the home. He turned around towards the door and closed his eyes. Danny inhaled deeply, held it for 8 seconds and quickly spun around for the length of his exhale. He opened his eyes and steadied himself as the entryway funhoused its way back to normal. He took a step forward.

Okay. Let’s walk the house for the first time again.

The first thing that Danny noticed as he took measured steps around the squat bungalow is that everything at the front of house was displayed. Every single thing was displayed just so, angled at either side to face the doorway. A subconscious invitation to look inside and see the perfect domestic display. Danny walked forward until he reached the inner hall that splintered the rest of the house. He spun around sharply on his heel and looked at the display from the back, towards the door. It was almost right, almost normal, but aware as he was now Danny saw just how hollow it was. A life did not cause the end tables to be shifted at a slight angle towards the door. Everyday motions did not tousle the stack of books into its perfectly unkempt spot. No, no, it was all wrong. Looking at it all together it looked like the inside of a TV. The shiny screen hiding the mess of wires that allowed it to function.

Danny continued on to the bedroom. This room had more signs of life, of actually living, but it was all so surface level. Rumpled sheets, dirty laundry abandoned halfway on the floor, at his desk a picture with friends and some drawings from his students.

He’s walked the houses of many varied people. Type A people, Type B people, minimalists, maximalists, the eco conscious, and the hungry consumer. They all lived differently, and their home was always a reflection of themselves. Their personalities lived in the idiosyncrasies of their dwellings, their tchotchkes, their mementos. This house had nothing. It was as if the furnishings were the decoration. Sure a handful of milquetoast prints that all seem to be variations on a theme dot the walls. There are small vases with fake flowers. Two plaques with generic homely quotes. Nothing identifiable to its homeowner, but giving the impression that it has a homeowner, like an open house.

It didn’t make sense. This guy definitely lived here, walked through these halls, and shit in these toilets. Yet for all of its evidence of a life lived, the house felt just as empty a vessel as Danny hoped Richard Thomas would be.

Alright that’s enough.

Danny made his way to the basement. In his prior walkthrough, the basement was far less intriguing than it was now. It was cold, damp, and littered with everything you would expect to be forgotten down here. There were some plastic boxes of old clothes, and a handful of outdoor Christmas decorations.There was a set of old wooden furniture bunched up in the back corner of the basement by the stairs. Next to it was a stacked upright workbench either bolted to the wall or built into it. Danny looked at the whole of the room. The placement of the furniture, packed awkwardly close in that far corner, felt at odds with the rest of the room. The basement was definitely spacious enough for the furniture set to be spaced out without taking up much room. In fact so much of the basement was empty. It’s not that the furniture looked out of place, but it didn’t make sense with how precise and evenly spaced out the rest of his belongings sat throughout the house. No, it doesn’t jump out at you. It’s some old shit. But there’s something so oddly human about the way it’s slapped against the wall. Something entirely at odds with the rest of the house.

An odd tugging feeling was inching its way up Danny’s spine, it wasn’t fear but it was equally potent. He approached the wooden furniture the way you might approach a cat you’d like to take. Cautious, observant, eager. Danny’s eyes raked over their lines and angles. There was a notch in the wall in the spot where the workbench met the wardrobe. It was small enough to be imperceptible at any distance that wasn’t intimate. Danny felt his eyes lock on the knick, it extended the line that united the furniture ever so slightly. He carved his gloved fingers into the crack, gripping the wardrobe from the raised trim at its top. A groan strained from his throat as he pulled the wardrobe out toward him an inch. He pulled it the rest of the way out by its side. A tickle of satisfaction made Danny give a short huff.

A discreet panel blended into the wall, negligible if not for the faint glint along its edge. Danny felt along the wall, placing light force along its inner perimeter until he heard a faint click. The small door eased open enough for Danny to be able to grab onto it and pull. The entry was cramped and looked like the open maw of a beast. It was a black hole. With more intrigue than trepidation, Danny made his way into the short passage into a black open space. Feeling along the wall, Danny felt a small panel and flicked a flat switch. The room blinked to life.

This was Richard Thomas. There was a squat couch to the right of the room with a few clothes cast about. Two doors faced him on the far wall. On the left close to one of the doors, a desk sat flush against the wall with a computer, several stacks of CDs and floppy disks. Danny went to examine it up close, the screen had a bar flashing but seemingly making no progress. Above it the screen read “Upload in progress. Do not power off or exit the program.” Danny went for the adjacent door to its right. Unlocked, no lock on the door at all. Doesn’t expect intrusion, cocky even by his measure. Smug little prick. As the room formed from the shadows Danny recognized what this room was instantly.

It was a darkroom.

Richard, Ricky… What have we got here? No photos out here for me? Making me work? I will find everything you’re hiding under that drab little skin. I’ll flay you alive if I have to… Well shit, I want to.

Looking through the drawers and cabinets in the darkroom, Danny only found various supplies for developing film. Danny turned to exit the room.

What kinds of people hide their hobbies? What kind of person hides their hobby this much?

Danny went to the door by the couch. No lock. Probably real pleased with himself. Opening it, he felt for the switch by the doorway and flipped it as if acting on instinct. Like Richard would, walking in. He was met with a four by four room with wall to wall cardboard file boxes. The room was exceptionally cold, biting.

The boxes had dates, some had dates and locations. April 1985, October 1990. The boxes reached up to his nose. His finger reached out to tap the date on the box closest to him. February 1988, Ft. Lauderdale. His hand reached into its open mouth. Pulling it out, it held the weight of, if not a large dog, maybe a small child. He popped the lid off and let it slide onto the floor. It was filled to the brim with envelopes large and small. Larger ones lay flat and the smaller ones sat stacked together in neat rows, some grouped together with large rubber bands.

Danny plucked an envelope from a bottom heavy stack, grouped awkwardly in a corner. He plucked the flap up from the throat. Negatives, two thick stacks. Danny slid one out and held it up to the light. Awkward arms, hard to fully make sense of it at first. Then he moved the negative up to illuminate the next frame. It was undeniable now.

Jesus fuck. This fucking-

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x y/n #danny johnson smut #dbd ghostface #dead by deadlight #jed olsen #dbd ghostface x reader #ghostface fanfic #danny johnson fanfic

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sweetest-honeybee · 10 months

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could i ask for some miscellaneous hels facts in these trying times? :3

Ohh! I wonder what I haven’t said yet because Ecto and I still talk about all of them and I have no clue what y’all know 😂

How about these? :3

Hex (Oblivion Mumbo Hels) despises being human and often resorts to augmenting himself with his own technology. He finds value and strength in machinery and the human body is quite disgusting! He will simply sit and stare at a plate of food until it grows cold or spoils if he’s given one. Chewing and swallowing and digestion- Augh! He hates it so

I like to think a Gealach (Grian Hels) is actually most similar to a Life Series!Grian as opposed to Hermitcraft Grian. And the lil guy sure loves his pranks, of course 😌

Similar to Gea, Lesion (Original Scar Hels) is most similar to both Tycoon!Scar and Last Life’s Red Life!Scar

Sic actually has shorter hair now! He doesn’t have the long braid like he used to

The realm/dimension of Hels itself tried to replace Tango before Waltz was considered code-wise a resident of Hels and Tangos Hels at that. This other tango is named Tempo and he is very Creechur and is much like a roach 😂

Speaking of roach! My Helsknight’s name is Roach :) Both referencing his stubborn nature and, yes, Geralt’s horse

The districts operate much like a regular government. The Ridge specifically has tight borders and getting in and getting out is difficult. Being run on a dictator-partnership, there is actually propaganda, censoring, and economic rules in place to keep citizens inside the Ridge. Walls surround the district and the people are separated into classes. Hard work is valued and people will work on large projects for Clap or Bach until they quite literally drop. People who used to work in the mines would smuggle others out of the Ridge before the mines were blown up to get rid of Sic and his spiders

Sic probably babies his little spiders, to be honest

Hmm…Oh! Sever is a vex because he is a vex clone of Scar meant to be a replacement of Scar for the Vex. Lesion has and will continue to study the vex and worship them just as Scar and Cub did

The vex clone of Cub that was sent with Sever lives in the ridge. He’s worked with Patho (Etho Hels)

Hex has a body farm under his lab. He studies respawn mechanics and can now repeatedly use Oblivion’s inconsistencies to create more Mumbo Hels. This is how he creates lives to use to bring him back to life, should he die permanently. Unfortunately this lead to a Mumbo escaping and this is how Odon was created. Odon is uh. Another Mumbo Hels of mine 😂

Hels when they’re created go through a brief period of time (different for everyone) where they’re much like their counterparts or otherwise seem quite innocent. After that period, it kicks in that they’re Hels and they behind to act out and develop their individual personalities

Vespa did try to take the Dead Islands after he killed Lesion but it failed because of the shrink in his own district- people leaving and his reputation being nearly ruined. If that shrink hadn’t happened, he would currently own the Dead Islands

The Dead Islands is the only district in Hels other than the Depths where citizens use elytra. I would say Vespa’s does but only his soldiers can fly to distinguish them from other people

Genuinely, Vespa is a Dick™️

I have a Biffa Hels named Alpha who used to run the Hills (which at the time were not call the hills) with Vespa. Sever to Vespa now is much like how Vespa was to Alpha

Alphas design is heavily based on Ultron and I just think that’s pretty neat

Hmmmmmm….Gea would like the End and The Void. The Void is so kind to him and there are faces in it that recognize him for some reason

#evil hermits

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