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splitfoxe · 1 year

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A bunch of Ryley headcanons

I need to write these down before I forget them- just lil titbits of what I think would happen to and with him from living on 4546B for so long

It is most unlikely that he would simply be climbing up the mountains with his bare hands- as much as I acknowledge that this man is a feat of pure strength, I do struggle to believe that he can seriously scale the mountain island with his grubby mitts alone. I think that on the Alterra ship there was likely a few climbing harnesses, likely reserved for maintenance workers or the like, in a part of the ship that we cannot access in the game. As Ryley is essentially a janitor, he likely would have access to these. And when it comes to rope, this would likely be found in the same place. And more of a fun idea- what about if he had little spokes on the back of his heel made from stalker teeth that he could use to slide down slopes! Of course, he likely will need a climbing axe. This he could likely craft from various metal scraps and pipes.

The main hurdle I have with Ryley's improvements to his whole getup is that he needs to be aerodynamic, as he often has to do swimming. He normally wears a whole scuba kit with the rebreather/helmet etc... but if we were to say add useful accessories such as belts, built-in weapons, small pouches, etc.. then suddenly all of those aerodynamics are lost. Though more often he's in like a prawn suit/seamoth in the later-ish parts of the game, so this makes a bit of sense, as the introduction of exosuits and vehicles aligns with the introduction of new inventions and tools. Plus the area of 4546b he is on is a tropical climate, so everything has to be super lightweight and unobtrusive.

Now- considering his diet and lifestyle: Ryley lives on a 13-20% protein diet (considering that fish are 60-82% water and 1-20% fat) and that his daily doings are almost entirely swimming, which uses the entire body's worth of muscles, as well as retaining his breath AND scaling mountains, extreme heat, fighting off deadly creatures, traversing difficult landscapes, and surviving electrical shocks, radiation, overwhelming tropical climates, concussions, brain damage, a deadly bacterial infection, just to name a few. Essentially, he is built different. This means that he will be burning calories, and consequently fat, at an astronomically high pace. This man has to be utterly shredded. It is not until late-ish game that he *might* gain carbohydrate-based fuel (marblemelons and lantern fruit) so by living an INCREDIBLY protein-rich keto diet while practicing strenuous exercise, he is likely to gain muscle mass. Hence, his physical appearance will most likely change from how it was at the beginning of the game. The body is incredibly fickle, and I know it's incredibly hard to show this in a video game! Seeing as he spends at least 7 days on 4564B (including average un-glitched speedruns) this diet is sustained for long periods, which will prove drastic results, for better or for worse.

AND considering that Ryley's PDA at the beginning of the game is completely reset, there are likely hundreds of blueprints missing that would have normally been on his PDA, seeing as the PDA system is one that houses all kinds of tools, both from Alterra and outside sources (Mongolians, sunbeam, etc...) he likely would have even more things to find and build that we, the player, might not be able to. I mean, take the large amount of Below Zero items that aren't in the original game! Goodness knows what's out there... and seeing as he is an engineer/janitor, he likely has experience in handiwork, so upcycling junk he finds is very likely in his DNA! I would imagine him living much like Maida, using bits of junk and handiwork to craft a lifestyle designed to survive the harshest conditions and defend against the worst of the worst.

And also- he most definitely made some panpipes to keep himself occupied, like imagine the soft whistle of panpipes echoing off the two mountains of the floating island at sunset... sweeeeeeet

#subnautica oc #subnautica #ryley #ryley robinson #ryley robinson subnautica #headcanon #head canon #brain fart #i need to actually do something productive for once #marguerit maida #subnautica below zero #below zero #we getting into the science boys #subnautica sunbeam #trashion #get urself a man who does diy and makes it look good #hes not just a janitor hes a boss babe

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potatowitch · 7 months

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so many little things abt Alexis have been revealed to me through cursed visions and I'm having a lot of fun. I forgot that this is the best part abt having an OC

lil titbits include

can play the piano and the violin

her favourite song on the violin is darude sandstorm. if it doesn't already exist in faerun she fuckin writes it

her favourite thing to do on the piano is play a single G note and make meaningful eye contact with shadowheart. emo girl solidarity

she doesn't have periods bc of dark magic. she tells astarion this and it takes him like 2 years of living with her to realise she's totally serious and she does legitimately magic away her period each month using Forbidden Warlock Knowledge

files her nails to be ever so slightly pointy. this came to me when I was reminiscing abt how I would deliberately cut my nails into points as a child so I could threaten to scratch people

she likes to use the telepathic tadpole connection with her companions for evil (projecting catchy songs into their brains while they're trying to sleep)

i know spider climb isn't an ability in bg3 but in dnd both vampire spawn and warlocks have access to it so sometimes her and astarion like to skitter along the ceiling together. they're both aware that they don't technically need to do that, they can just walk upside down normally on the ceiling, but it is fun to skitter on all fours

refused to take her stepdad's last name when her mum got married so now she's just Alexis REDACTED until she steals astarion's last name a couple years down the line

#alexis

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limey-self-inserts · 11 months

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Tell us more about Ajax!! I'm incredibly curious to know more about his transformation and how it works especially :)

sure thing!

Ajax's core abilities are lightning generation and electricity manipulation (key note here: they are not Jedi or Sith, their actual Force-sensitivity is 0), their transformation is normally treated as the final reserves/big guns. although they have occasionally popped the dragon form for flight and transportation purposes.

if the transformation is done 'at will' (on purpose for a fight/flight), then it typically goes very smoothly. to a bystander, it's possible to blink and miss the change, which can be jarring with a 5'7" humanoid going to a 8'6" dragon. but it also means they can be moving while this happens, so it's not uncommon for Ajax to do a run-up while humanoid, and shift to dragon during a leap in order to get airborne faster.

if the transformation is done 'under duress' (they're absolutely furious or afraid for their life), then it gets staggered out, and you start seeing the 'patchy' transformation. face gets stretched out, scales grow over the skin, hands and feet start to warp and get clawed. you'll probably get a couple minutes of an ungodly mesh of humanoid and dragon looking at you with nothing but the desire to devour, and then the transformation speeds up the last chunk of the way into full dragon.

when they change 'under duress', they're way more likely to be utterly exhausted once they change back to their humanoid form, just drop and flopping down on the nearest safe surface.

for a lil history titbit, Ajax very rarely transforms over the course of the Clone Wars - in part due to not wanting the Kaminoans to be aware of this other extension of their abilities, and also not wanting bounty hunters to be aware (they only transform once in front of Cad Bane and that's as a goodbye). However during the Empire's rise and the rise of the rebellion, they begin using it more and more frequently, including outside of combat scenarios.

#answered #anon #self insert #world: star wars

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not-poignant · 1 year

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10 (I know you have maybe and monet but if you could maybe share a lil titbit about them?), 36 and one you fancy answering for the mean asks pls!

10: When was your last physical fight?

Hmm. (Maybe this was meant to be question 15? But I'm doing 10 since that's the number I see).

I do not physically fight now that I think about it. I did a couple of times when I was younger? Easily like over two decades ago though, probably with a sibling, lol.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Yes when it comes to personal relationships. No when it comes to trolls online.

The last person I knew re: this I gave like 5 second chances, which was my own fault (and partly listening to their gaslighting, every time they said 'I never did this thing' (that I literally had screenshots of), and ended up hurting them too. If I'd just made a strong decision in the first place and stuck by it, things wouldn't have gotten so toxic.

But once you've crossed my line, you're on my shit-list forever. It takes a lot to get me to a place where it's like 'nope, this has happened too many times, this is not a good situation for me' but once I get there, I do not forgive. I can wish a person well, and still want the best for them, but they will never be allowed to hurt me or my loved ones ever again.

It just...takes a lot of time to get there. And the majority of people I've met, the vast majority, have never gotten there and never will.

As to online trolls, they basically get no chances, lmao. I've got no time for that!

Honestly most of my friends / partner/s and folks I know have never needed 'second chances.' Sometimes we've had arguments or disagreements, but never the kind of betrayals that even require a second chance. It's something I've only experienced very rarely, and I now treat it as a huge red flag if I'm in that situation, because I can go years and years without experiencing it.

From the horrible questions meme!

#asks and answers #personal #memey goodness #i used to meet people who needed second chances more often #when i was more of a people pleaser #back when i was in my 20s #these days it just doesn't happen #i don't let many people into my inner circles in the first place #and i'm rarely giving people the tools to betray me #and the folks who are in my inner circles really nurture them and my boundaries #so even if we disagree or argue #there's never betrayal or violation #but i still give too many chances to the people i let into my inner circle who *do* disrespect me #it's just thankfully not really happening much anymore

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lunamadrigal · 2 years

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Benji questions

If Benji is adopted how come you mentioned he has family?

Can you explain his gift better? Aren't pumas brown or beige?

Our Benjito puma boy woop woop meow meow

Spoilers for the story so heads up. Also I'll say that quite a few questions are answered in Benji's stand alone story, Into The Wild. It's a short spin-off and I recommend reading that to get a better feel for his character overall. He's got layersssssss!

Trigger warning for death and fire.

🐈‍⬛ Where is Benji originally from? Luna's group are from Barichara and so is Benji. His families cabin was located in the outskirts of town, fairly isolated and surrounded by jungle.

🐈‍⬛ Is Benji adopted? His backstory is a painful one. Benji was thought to be the sole survivor of a soldier attack on his family's home after they set fire to it. Luna found him at the age of 8 in his burnt down cabin as a shifted cub, where he survived for multiple weeks alone in the wilderness after waking up with his gift. He was taken in by Luna and raised within their group but really with his independent personality he tended to be more of an adult, taking on big responsibilities and carrying a heavy weight he put on himself. Luna's group survived outside of Encanto for a decade so by the time Benji arrived in Encanto he was much older very respected as an equal adult and high ranked among their groups guards. His gift is a result of his parents ultimate sacrifice (think Pedro). So although it is later found out that his brother also survived the solider attack, by then he has fully accepted his place in Luna and Bruno's patchwork family. Bruno officially adopted him (and Mateo), giving them his last name Madrigal. Benji's full name after which is Benji Agresto Madrigal (Agresto meaning Wild and is his original last name that they included after adoption).

🐈‍⬛ What's Benji's gift? He always loved the jungle as a kid so I like to think that part of the reason he was given the ability to shift into a puma was cause of that (he's always been stealthy) but also to survive the world alone from the aftermath that he woke up to. If we were to pick apart science, I suppose he's a genetic abnormality but that's no fun haha Luna calls him her soot covered cub and I prefer that. He emerged from that wreckage "stained" in many ways. Similar to Camilo, Benji can shift into his puma at whim. He isn't able to speak to animals but has advanced hearing, smell and stealth/strength even while a human. Only Antonio can understand him when he's a puma (and of course Benji still understands people regardless, just not animals). Also just an author's note but #1 I didn't want to write panther repeatedly throughout 60+ chapter (LOL I'm lazy like that) and also I didn't want readers to connect Benji to Bagheera from the Jungle Book. I wanted him to have his own character/personality, free from an immediate association.

🐈‍⬛ Fun lil titbits:

Benji only purrs for Diego (their unique bond is shown throughout Into The Wild)

The tip of his ear is missing from a sword narrowly missing him (it's always covered by his hair and only seen when he's in puma form)

Benji's biological father was a talented musician so although Benji can't remember much from his childhood it's likely where he got his love for music, guitar playing and song writing

He's become a bit of a lie detector when in puma form, using his advanced senses to read people

If he's throwing a tantrum he tends to shift into his puma (imagining Bruno having to drag this giant kitty out the house gives me so much joy)

While Luna's group made the trek to Encanto Benji rarely shifted back from his puma, opting to stay in it to protect them, keep them warm at night and be on guard

His secret weapon that wins anyone over are his 'precious kitty eyes' (big saucer eyes that stare deep into your soul and destroy you)

Bits of the jungle can always be found somewhere on the boy, in his hair, stuck on his clothes, etc..

🐈‍⬛ Bruno commissioned his own patchwork family mural in town and this mini bonus chapter from Benji's POV will always break me:

Benji's POV

I thought I misheard Luna. But no. The second she stood up the truth was staring me in the face. Something had happened to Bruno. Her hands clutched her stomach.

NO. Hell no. Every emotion I felt bubbled up to the surface. My gift wanted to claw its way out of me, making my skin burn. Fight or flight kicked in.. Or maybe both? He needed me. I should have been there.

The wind stung my face, drying my tears as I pushed myself faster towards the river. No. Just no. I will never be too weak to protect my family again.

My feet hit the water with only one direction in sight. His.

"Stop!!", Isabela's voice screamed at me as her vines twisted around my limbs. How dare she... I thrashed my body, putting all my weight into it. I'm faster than this, better than this. I have to be. For him.

I was caught in her spiderweb, throwing everything I had at it. Shifting into my puma I screamed out, rippling the water beneath me.

"Shift Benji." Did she just command me? I scowled at her but she didn't blink. Great, I've created a monster, one that doesn't fear my beast. She saw right through my facade. I shifted as she let her vines go. Pretty sure she was going to slap me for trying to run. But she pulled me into a hug.

"Don't go. Please. We need you.", her words stung more than the wind that had whipped my face. Doesn't she get it? HE needs me. She could never understand... She's always had a father and I can barely remember mine from before.. My eyes burned, thinking back to the night Bruno had left. He had snuck into my room and accidentally woke me. I know he thought I had fallen back asleep but I heard him whisper it to me. 'I love you.'

I love you. Fate must hate me if it takes another father from me.

"It's okay to be angry.", she pushed my wet hair from my face. "But don't be mad at yourself." There was nobody else to be mad at though.

"Isa... I...." What could I even say to that. "He's mine.. my pá..." The truth.

"And nothing changes that. Okay?" Her reasoning might have made sense but it didn't help how I felt.

"Please come back...", she tugged on my hand. Both our feet were wet as we stood in the cool water.

I let her pull me back through town, too tired to care to look where I was going. But I knew this spot, where the smell of paint still filled the air. Our mural was coming up on this street. I ripped my hand from hers and turned down the road where it sat.

Shifting into my puma, I stared up at it. At least pumas can't cry, I joked to myself but it was true. I've looked at this portrait countless times, every night when I came back from the river. It's the only thing to comfort me from feeling so helpless. He wanted us to know that we'd always be a family. His familia.

"He made sure I added your puma.." José was next to me, pointing at the mark on my arm in the mural. "He said it was important to him. I guess I finally get to meet his 'wild boy' in the flesh." José smiled at me, probably thinking that he was helping but that only made me miss him more.

"Do you wanna sit for a bit longer Beno?", Isa ran her hand down the fur of my back.

I guess she realized my silence was answer enough. I wasn't ready to shift back and let her see me like this.

"I'll just be around the corner at José's for a few minutes." I looked at her.

"Please, don't go. Okay?" Sure whatever, I sighed and let a rumble slip through my chest.

Looking back at the mural, I played my favorite game with it. I'd count all the things I loved about it, hoping I'd discover something new every time. If I was lucky, I'd find one. Tiny hidden messages were riddled within it.

The most obvious one but one I could never look away from... His hand rested on my shoulder as I stood in front of him. In the other mural, with all the Madrigals, none of them were touching each other. Mostly displaying their gifts. But ours was different. We each had a hand on one another in some way, forming a symbolic circle. Our mural displayed our connection.

Luna stood next to Bruno, with Teo in front of her. Mateo's hand held onto a piece of fabric from the ruana I wore. A similar color to Bruno's but in a different pattern, with hints of purple from Luna's dress and cream from Mateo's shirt. My ruana had all the colors represented. On Mateo's shirt we were shown through embroidery. It reminded me of Diego's ruana, with the stitching from each symbol. Would he add Diego when he came back? What if he didn't make it back? Of course we'd add Diego. My mind raced.

I sighed, getting up to leave, when I saw it. Something new... Among the colors of the background, a few pieces of paper with sheet music were speckled throughout as if a gust of wind had caught them. I noticed it before but not this. I got as close to the painting as possible and saw the words on one of the papers.

'Beno,

You heard me,

I love you.

Always.'

He knew I had heard him.

I love you pá, I choked.

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The purdy puma boy by @ramwdraws

More Benji art here

#there's so much more to be said but alas this is long enough #go read into the wild guys #benji encanto oc #encanto fic #encanto oc #luna asks!#la luna encanto story

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rebouks · 3 years

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raven's friend athena snuck in a sly compliment and cesar was a jellybean

#sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenies #ts4 #not so berry #sims 4 #nsb challenge #gen 7 pink #raven #athena is rickey and patricks daughter #just a lil titbit

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magpie-69 · 3 years

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🦄 Little's Day 💕

💜🪅👧👱🧕🧒👱‍♀️🧑‍🦰🍥🖤

🖍️🎨💒🍧🧃🍭🍼🧋🧁🎠

The boring but necessary stuff....

THE RULES!

1) Absolutely no under 18's! Or under 21's if that's the law in your country!

2) Must be little related and positive.

3) If you require permission to take part you must first get it.

4) No pics of titties, penises, or buttholes. The only exceptions to this rule are if those parts are blurred out or masked somehow. Cleavage is allowed and cute buttplugs may be shown in situ.

5) If anyone disrespects anybody or their additions I won't hesitate to report you to The Tribe and block you!

6) If I find out you're a minor I will report & block you!

7)If you're pro ED/MAPS/paedophila +/or began your relationship before you were 18, do not take part. You will be blocked!

So, the idea is for any little +/or their daddy/mummy to add to this post. Suggestions, but not limited to this list; Photos of you in your little space, pictures you've drawn, star charts, your stuffies etc. Embellish on these as you wish. A story of your little journey, a glimpse into your little life, something about your daddy/mummy, ie; what they mean to you etc. It's entirety up to you what you add so long as the rules are followed. Littles of all genders and sexualities are welcome to take part: princess littles, goth littles, little middles, all who have any little traits they wish to show off, etc. Daddy's & mummy's too! All are welcome 💜🙏

Submissions/asks on Little's Day and over the weekend will be welcome too. I'll do my best to at least like any additions, & re-blog all or some if I can.

'Pie xxx

6th February 2021

I don't identify as a little but I do have some aspects of little in me so I'll kick this off with a titbit about me; I suck my thumb! 😊 I've never wanted to give up this habit because it brings me comfort when I'm tired/upset, or just need to zone out for a while. & I have soft toys (stuffies). I introduced you to Bree the Magpie last month and this month it's Mr V's turn. Mr V was named after my good friend @ventraman and is a monkey. Hmm, @ventraman , is there a connection to you there? Maybe we should ask your dear wife @Mrs V? 😁💜

This is your day and your post. Over to you guys. Have fun! 😊

Shamelessly tagging some to help get this going @instructor144 @babygirl-1972 @itsshinycollectordestinyworld @ysl123 @docileyieldingobedientlovingsoul @daddyandhislittleprincess11102 @daddybrad80 @daddysbrattygirly @lil-kittypaws @coffeesojava54 @polybabygirlbunny @my-beauty-is-within @silverotter333 @rainydaygranolagirl @mellyyyyy01 @baggyandkitty @daf-fittie @daisiesandgiggles @masterdragon19 @daddys-princess-kitty77 @rosszulorzott @springtimesprout @sheridanissmol @hisdirtymindedprincess @toylibrarian @onelittlekingdom @rosie-the-lancs-witch @littlemermaidmd @he-mademedoit @violetlovesworld @anyone who wishes to take part!

#Little's Day 1F'21

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wxjunho · 2 years

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slim shady vc guess who’s back 🤓 too late it’s gemma!! back at it again w another muse 🤪 this time i bring u hwang junho, a brickmason who decided to rebel for the first time in his life and embark on a Journey 2 b the greatest guardian fairy of All Time!!!! ( yes he calls that a rebellion just 2 giv u an idea of how goody-goody-2-shoes he is ) brace urselves for the antonym-of-wtv-a-summary-is of my man junho under the cut and as always, hit that LIKE button and i’ll come runnin 2 plot!! ok thank u 4 tuning in mwah

cap sun, aqua moon, virgo rising, lotta earth in his chart so u know he’s Grounded n Dependable

bg inspo: miguel from coco and a lil teeny tiny bit of mulan

the hwang family has this culture where they’re all super close-knit and just follows wtv the matriarch does

previously, they were literally all winx and specialists until the war w the witches which killed off like... 2/3 of the hwang family

after seeing all the death n loss, hwang matriarch ( junho’s great great grandmother ) basically said yeah nah we not gonna do that no more so they all dipped from that lifestyle and banned it for like every other hwang

the survivors of the hwang family came together to build hwang construction, which is basically just a humble lil family business filled w for hire brickmasons!!

20 dot points later and we’re finally at junho 🤪

he’s born into this family and lit all his uncles, aunties, grandparents, parents are working as brickmasons for hwang construction and ya boi... did not vibe in the slightest

as a kid he was alw sorta adventurous, kinda wanted to do a bunch of different shit but his momma reminded him of his path constantly... like she meant it in a good way but still

growing up in the hwang family, it was real taboo to be saying anyth abt guardian fairies and ofc our junho, the Living Disappointment, was hella curious abt them but he was alw shut down

when he was in middle sch he REALLY learnt about them and really wanted to become a specialist, even started borrowing his momma’s hammer to wield around like a sword cause it was the only weapon-esque tool he had that wasn’t immediately dangerous like a... saw... or something

mom found out and grounded tf outta him, and when he asked about guardian fairies she told him the truth abt his family lineage and how they came from a long line of guardian fairies until the occupation killed basically everyone ( incl his great great grandmother’s mother, the prev matriarch before her ), so it’s a sin 4 hwangs 2 b a guardian fairy

junho is kinda stunned by the news and lets go of it... for now... :))))

fully embraces the brickmason life after high sch, but he really felt like something was missing... like he truly felt in his soul that he was meant 2 b a guardian fairy like his ancestors

sneakily took the pre-enrolment assessment just TO PROVE to himself that he had what it takes and he rlly was gna just leave it at that, go home and be content w the answer

except they tell him he qualifies for BOTH combat and intelligence... so now he has Choices...

after sitting on it for real long ( so like a day? jk fhsd ) junho decided to sneak off to the academy, left a lil note on his momma’s bedside table while she’s sleeping 2 let her know where he went off to mulan style

now he’s here!!!

timeline wise, i would say he just arrived ( so not on opening day even tho he took the pre-enrolment assessment prob at the same time as everyone who joined on opening day... ya boi had to THINK )

personality wise he’s rlly a keep ur head down and work kinda guy, is pretty adventurous deep down but he quashes that part of him A Lot bc family :))) also rlly handy, will help u fix anyth that’s broken and i feel like a lot of ppl would equate him to a rock... boring but dependable hfhsdkjfn

also a lil titbit he truly hates witches espc after finding out that’s how most of his hwang ancestors passed, n this just highlights how the hwang’s strong familial bond still runs in him even tho he... y’know betrayed them

some plot ideas!!

maybe u guys met while taking the pre-enrolment assessment and yall got to talking, junho’s like nah im just doin this to see if im worthy but im not gna join lol... now he’s here :))) call him out

anyth in ur house that’s broken or leaking? junho is ur man!!!

u guys are in class and he’s come super prepared ( think that one kid w like 50 pencils AND a sharpener ) n he becomes ur new stationary shop ( who needs a pencil case when ur man junho is alw there 4 u )

specialists!! he comin in w a huge ass warhammer in versus mode wyd

1a roomies pls holla @ me

anyone he’s met before the academy?? he’s from the south so i assume he’d make some friends there!! doesn’t deviate much from there unfortunately... ya dude was boring asf went 2 work came back rinse n repeat

exes </3

bc im bitna’s mun... someone give me an awkward wink date ( his roomies prob set up his profile w/o his knowledge as a prank and now he feels bad he doesn’t wanna ghost but also he doesn’t know how tf to flirt )

uh... roomies who set his wink profile up who’s gna break the news to him abt the sins uve committed... the one time u see junho losing his Cool

wud b cute for there to be a lil bird that kinda flew into the window and now u n this short dialogue specialist uve never met are desperately nursing this bird back to health n being bird co-parents

as usual i cannot b concise but pls lov me n my new muse 🥺👉👈

#████ OUT OF CHARACTER.#wx:intro #2 all u beautiful peeps who sent me welcome mssgs #i lov yall #catch me in ya dms tmr bc it's 1.30am rn rip

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changingourdestiny · 3 years

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Season of the Hunt Finale: A True Hunter

Summary:

It’s finally over. The Celebrant is defeated. Spider no longer has a hold on Crow. The only left question is now what?

Previous Part: Here

Spider let out a small growl as he heard the laughter of the four Guardians outside the lair. He muttered a curse in Eliksni as he sat back in his chair.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Spider’s attention snapped to his left as Marcia decloaked, leaning against a pile of crates that were stacked against the wall. The guards went to raise their spears, but Spider raised a hand, stopping them. “What do you want, Marcia?” Spider growled, “I’m not in the mood for your ‘antics’.”

“I’ll say.” Marcia chuckled, “I just snuck in to see the end result of Paralight’s one-on-one with the Celebrant. Y’know, you always talk about how Drifter and I can’t seem to keep our mouths shut…and yet it was your big mouth that got your ‘little bird’ taken away. “Anything in the lair.” Honestly, how did you think that would end?”

Spider narrowed his eyes at Marcia as she stood up straight, “But if you want me to be honest here…I came here to give you a titbit of advice.”

“And that is…?”

Marcia’s expression turned serious, “Don’t underestimate Rae. She ain’t the same Guardian that walked in here two years ago.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well first off, she seems to be taking my advice. She’s started making her own rules and is starting to find things out for herself instead of taking the Vanguard’s word for granted. She’s beginning to think for herself. Secondly, and honestly more seriously, she’s got a new trick now.”

“Yes, yes, I’m aware of Stasis.” Spider replied dismissively.

“Not Stasis.”

Spider seemed intrigued as Marcia continued, “She calls it Darknebula. And from what I can tell, it works in the opposite way to Starlight.”

“Explain.”

“Starlight is triggered by the desire to protect and preserve life. Darknebula works in the opposite way: it’s triggered by the desire to kill and destroy it.” Marcia explained, “Basically, if someone was to, oh I don’t know…maybe anger her to the point of her wanting to completely annihilate them – whether she realises it or not – she becomes a feral killing machine that doesn’t stop until the source of that desire is dead. This is a warning, Spider. If she’s done following the Vanguard’s rules and you push her too far, it’s game over for you. I’ve seen that form first-hand when she was up against Eramis. Now the kell of Salvation is an ice sculpture on Europa.”

Spider just hmphed in response, “If she kills me, she loses her best ally on the Shore.”

Marcia laughed, “Oho, really? I look forward to seeing you try to tell that to a feral, acting-on-instinct Rae who has lost all sense of logic and reasoning. Hell, I’ll be impressed if you get more than a word out!” Marcia began to walk out, “Like I said, just a lil’ bit of advice for ya. Take it if ya want. See ya!”

Spider grumbled as he leaned back in his chair, watching the rogue leave.

“I hate that Hunter…”

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It’s been a few weeks since the High Celebrants defeat. Spider had sent an engineer to remove the explosives from Glint’s shell, officially ending his hold on Crow and his Ghost. However, there were still remaining Wrathborns lurking in the Shore and the Dreaming City, so Crow had remained in the lair to aid Paralight in wiping them out. The last of them had finally been wiped out and the cryptoliths had begun to decay without the Celebrant maintaining them. The hunt had finally come to a close.

Crow leaned on his workbench, deep in thought, but was pulled out by his vision suddenly going dark as two hands covered his eyes from behind.

“Guess who!”

“Rae?” Crow guessed with a smirk, “No, wait. It’s Marcia!”

“I don’t smell that bad!”

“Ha! I know it’s you, Blaze.”

Blaze removed her hands from Crow’s eyes and plopped her head on his shoulder, “Yup!” Crow poked Blaze’s forehead, “Bang.”

“Gah! Crow has killed the Celebrant! Curse you, Guardiaaaaans!” Blaze dramatically sunk to the floor while Crow laughed at her performance before motioning to her armour, “New look?”

Blaze’s usual blue and gold armour had been swapped for red and gold armour, a bit similar to her very first set. Her cloak, gloves and skirt looked like fiery feathers with her boots matching the upper half of her armour. “Yeah. I’d been sticking with blue and gold for a while now.” Blaze replied, “Figured I should switch it up a little.”

“It suits you.” Crow smiled. “Thanks.” Blaze grinned, a small blush appearing on her face, as the two leaned against the table with a sigh. “I suppose this is it.” Crow said with a sense of finality, “Time to say goodbye to the Reef. To the only home I've ever known.”

“Yeah…” Blaze sighed, “It’s weird. It’s been three months, but it feels like only a few days ago we met on the moon. Now it’s over.” The two stood in comfortable silence for a moment before Blaze spoke up again, “So what are you going to do now?”

“I’ve given it some thought.” Crow replied, “Osiris actually came by earlier and we talked for a while about my plans for the future. I told him I'd considered exploring somewhere remote, like Venus, but he suggested a different course."

“What’s that?”

Crow held his head up high, “I’m coming to the Tower.”

Blaze’s eyes widened as she stood up straight, “F-for real?”

Crow nodded with a smile, “People may judge the man I was, but I refuse to cower in the shadow of his legacy. I'm a Guardian. I need to act like one. I also talked to Rae about it. She suggested joining a Fireteam and…I’ve decided to join Paralight.”

Blaze’s eyes lit up at this before lunging at Crow, wrapping her arms around him as she let out a squeal of delight. Crow stumbled back a bit before steadying himself, letting out a chuckle as he returned the hug. “That’s great! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

“I know I won’t. I’m still a bit anxious about showing my face in the Tower, but I think I’ll be okay with you and the others.” Crow cupped Blaze’s cheek and gave her a brief kiss before touching his forehead to hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Crow.”

The two pulled away upon hearing footsteps approach the workshop. A moment later, Rae and Adam entered wearing new armour of their own. Rae had cut her hair, so it looked similar to her Kinderguardian hairstyle. She now wore pink, purple and blue robes with the Stasis symbol on the skirt and metal, layered shoulder pads. She also wore a black and white bond that had a spade projection. Adam wore armour that was several shades of white and blue with a white furry collar. “Looks like you’re not the only one with a new look.” Crow noted as the two Guardians entered. “Yeah.” Rae laughed, rubbing the back of her neck, “I figured since I’m the Stasis Vanguard now, I should look like it.”

Crow turned to Adam, “And you?”

“Everyone was getting new looks, and I didn’t want to feel left out.” Adam shrugged. “Suuuure. It TOTALLY isn’t to impress a certain Awoken in the Dreaming City or anything.” Blaze chuckled. “Hardy har.” Adam rolled his eyes. Rae laughed at the two’s banter before turning to Crow, “So, you ready to go?”

“Almost. Osiris wanted to meet me before I arrive.” Crow replied, “Said he had something to give me.”

Rae nodded in understanding, “We’ll meet you in the Tower courtyard then. See you starside, Guardian.”

“See you starside.”

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“What do you think Osiris wanted to give Crow?”

Rae stood in the courtyard with her Fireteam and the rest of the Vanguard. “If I had to make a guess…” Ikora gave a small smirk, “A lengthy lecture on the importance of being a Guardian.”

“That tracks!” Rae giggled. “Ikora had to get it from somewhere!” Cayde added, earning a laugh from Blaze. Ikora glared at Cayde and Blaze, who ducked behind Adam for protection from any potential incoming nova bombs.

“Oh helvete nej! I am not being your meat shield!” Adam walked away from the cowering Hunters.

“H-hey! What happened to Titans protecting others?” Cayde stammered.

“Not from angry Ikoras! I doubt even Shaxx would stand in the way of Ikora when she’s angry.”

“VERY TRUE!!” Shaxx yelled from the other side of the courtyard.

As the group continued their banter, Blaze noticed a figure emerge from the hangar entrance walking towards them. There was Crow, now wearing a short black and white cloak with a white crow displayed on it. Under it, his usual black scale-like armour was now white along with matching boots and now wore grey trousers. “How do I look?” Crow asked as he approached Blaze. “Like a true Hunter.” She smiled. Zavala stepped forward, “Welcome to the Tower, Guardian.”

“Thank you. I won’t let you down.” Crow nodded.

“Well before we do anything…” Cayde began, a serious tone to his voice, “There’s one important thing we need to do.”

“True, true.” Blaze agreed. “W-what? What’s wrong?” Crow asked, glancing between the two Hunters with concern.

“…INITIATION!!!” Cayde and Blaze yelled in unison as they both grabbed the arms of a very confused Crow and began leading him towards Tower’s Spicy Ramen. “We better go make sure they don’t cause trouble.” Rae chuckled. “I feel like that’s always a given when it comes to those two.” Ikora replied as she began walking back to her post.

The rest of the evening was spent at Spicy Ramen, celebrating Crow joining the ranks of the Guardians. Crow still thought the noodles looked like worms but eventually gave in after some peer pressure from Blaze and Cayde and ended up enjoying it. They shared stories of their own embarrassing Kinderguardian moments, from Cayde falling off a cliff moments after his first revival to Paralight getting caught in a Benny Hills-style case with two minotaurs and a flock of harpies on Venus after running out of ammo while their Ghosts continued their scan. They also told stories of their greatest victories such as Adam’s infamous swordfight with Crota after Rae and Blaze were downed. Blaze and Crow joined in by telling them about how they both fended off Savathûn’s forces while trying to restore Hawkmoon. Slowly, Crow felt the anxiety of arriving at the Tower wash away. He knew there would still be Guardians who would hate him for his past self’s mistakes, despite what the Vanguard would say to them. He knew of the possible dangers awaiting him with the Darkness looming throughout the system. He knew of the certain chaos running with this trio of misfits would bring. But right now, he didn’t care. In that moment, he was surrounded by friends – his friends – laughing and sharing stories together. They knew of what his old self did, he could see it in their eyes, yet they still accepted him for who he was now. He knew who he was. And he knew who he would always be.

A Hunter.

A Guardian.

Crow.

End of Season of the Hunt.

#Changing our Destiny #rae drakyx #adam bergfalk #blaze kiria #fireteam paralight #The Spider #destiny spider #marcia wyverk #the crow #destiny crow #Zavala #destiny zavala #ikora rey #destiny ikora #cayde-6 #destiny cayde #lord shaxx #destiny shaxx #destiny 2

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gendryw4ters-blog · 7 years

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Ron Speirs Taking Goddamn Good Care Of You

for @vancouverwitch - i hope!! these help you out a little!! and im sending good vibes and wishes your way!<3

Ron’s first instinct upon seeing you upset is to figure out if there’s a person behind it, and if there is, then to go and have some strong words with them. But! He understands how unnecessary drama can make things worse so he doesn’t act on this straight away (he will act on it at some point in the nearish future though, with the subtle spookiness that he’s blessed with).

His second instinct is, well, to panic. Internally, of course. He’s not devoid of compassion or a complete stranger to feelings other than the drive to be scary by any means, he just wants to make sure he goes about things in the right away. When he cares about someone, they become the most precious thing in the world to him, and the idea of making things worse when they’re upset is one that tears him apart.

All of this happens within the space of roughly two to four minutes. Once he’s figured out what the best way to approach things is, he’ll leap straight into action. If it’s the kind of upset that comes with being overworked and can be fixed with a good distraction, he’ll take you out for a meal and a movie of your choice and maybe a nice walk down by the river afterwards too. If it’s the kind of upset that needs to be talked out, he’ll come curl up next to you on the sofa and listen. If it’s the kind of upset that can only be solved by kisses, he’ll gladly provide a whole load of ‘em.

If it’s the kind where all you need is a quiet night in, he’ll fetch down a blanket, tuck you under his arm, and flick through some of the nature channels until he finds a sweet documentary for the two of you to watch. He’ll offer the occasional dumb titbit of commentary (”you’d think the lizards would learn not to lay their eggs near snakes wouldn’t you?”), but he’ll leave it up to you to decide whether you’re going to bite and it’s going to become an equally dumb but entirely loving discussion (”sorry right yeah, forgot the lizards could just up and leave the tiny island they’re isolated on- maybe these ones lost their passports”) or if you’d still prefer things to be quiet.

And then, finally, once you’re feeling better and safely tucked up in bed and asleep, he’s going to kick someone’s ass.

#my headcanons #ron speirs #also! sorry these are a lil late!! my laptop decided to just stop having a working mouse #BUT I FIXED IT the power of a restart is REAL #and now i can play videos again too ive fixed that as well #and also!! i hope things are feeling better soon bab <3 #ALSO the panic before helping thing can sometimes mean that the first minute or so of him helping can be a little awkward or clumsy but #he means well he means SO WELL he just wants to get it right #also i always thought it was tidbit not titbit but autocorrect disagrees #long post

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havenoffandoms · 3 years

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Sweeter Than You (Eskel/Lambert, Modern AU)

Based on Kashimalin’s 50 Types of Kisses prompt list.

Prompt: "A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating."

Pairing: Eskel/Lambert

Content Warning: Modern AU (lawyer Lambert, baker Eskel), implied sexual content at the end of the chapter (nothing graphic)

Read on AO3.

Lambert has had the shittiest day at work.

First, he got stuck in downtown Novigrad traffic even though his traffic app told him that the roads were all clear, which in turn made him late for his 9am meeting. Real professional, great first impression. His client was understanding about the situation, but Lambert hates being late, especially when he’s trying to score new clients for his firm. The meeting went well despite his tardiness, and Lambert is convinced he’ll get the case settled in no time, but his day just kept getting shittier and shittier. He ended up spilling hot coffee on his brand new suit and the only spare he kept at the office was slightly too snug when he put it on. Great, he apparently put on weight, too. That has to be Eskel’s fault, what with all the treats he bakes for Lambert at the weekend.

If the day wasn’t bad enough, Lambert’s car broke down on his way to lunch with an important client. It took the tow-truck a whole hour to get to him, which meant that Lambert had to cancel on his client and lose out on a potential settlement agreement. To add insult to injury, the sandwich Lambert ended up buying from a nearby bakery tasted of ass. Though admittedly Lambert’s taste buds have considerably developed since he started dating Eskel, because the man is a literal genius in the kitchen. Lambert can’t eat generic sandwiches anymore without comparing them to Eskel’s creations.

When the tow-truck finally showed up, Lambert decided to call time of death on this generally miserable day. He called his secretary and told her to clear his diary for the day, which he knew that Essi would pull off. She’s hands down the best secretary in the whole of Novigrad, in Lambert’s eyes anyway, and well worth the considerable salary he pays her each month. After calling Essi, Lambert hailed down a taxi only to find that he left his wallet in his car, which was now being towed away to the nearest garage. Great. Just fantastic.

Fuck this shit, fuck his car, fuck his job, and fuck the entire universe.

Lambert just starts walking without a clear destination in mind. His suit is too tight and uncomfortable, but he can’t bring himself to care as he tries to work off the anxious energy bubbling in his chest. He wants to scream, or punch something, whatever yields the most satisfaction. Why is the world against him today? What did he do to deserve this? Lambert considers dialling Eskel, but he knows that his boyfriend won’t be able to hear the phone if he’s at work.

Oh, wait a second.

Lambert looks around for the first time since storming off and he quickly realises that he’s not actually too far away from Eskel’s shop. The thought brightens his mood a little - if Lambert’s not able to go home and hide away from the world, at least he can spend the afternoon helping his boyfriend out in the bakery. Or just wait until Eskel has a minute to spare so Lambert can hug out all his frustrations in the backroom… or do other things in Eskel’s office. With a renewed spring in his step, Lambert makes haste towards Eskel’s shop.

It doesn't take long for him to reach Lil Titbits, a quaint-looking shop just off the main street of Novigrad's business centre. It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but Lambert knows just how hard Eskel worked to make the inside of his shop as inviting and cosy as humanly possible. As soon as Lambert steps inside the bakery, the heavenly smell of warm baked bread and freshly made coffee invades his nostrils. If he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend like he’s stepping inside his and Eskel’s home rather than his boyfriend’s shop.

The little bell above the door chimes loudly, announcing his presence. Lambert instantly notices that the place is quiet - which is not unusual for a Wednesday afternoon, when most of Eskel’s customers are still either at work or at school. Lambert notices an elderly couple sitting in the booth by the window, enjoying a generous slice of lemon-meringue pie - oh fuck, Lambert loves Eskel’s lemon-meringue pies - between themselves. Lambert can’t fathom why anyone would share a slice of pie that good, especially since Eskel’s creations are by far the best fucking thing Lambert’s ever tasted. People are weird.

Apart from those two customers, the place is empty. It doesn’t take long for Eskel to appear behind the counter, wearing his favourite apron, the one that reads “They Call Me Darth Baker” written in a white font on the black fabric. Geralt, Eskel’s brother, bought him that apron for Christmas, but Lambert never thought Eskel would actually wear it at work, for every customer to see, but that’s Eskel for you. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about what people think of him. Lambert has always admired that about him.

“Hey babe,” Eskel greets him, his smile bright enough to rival the moon, stars, and the fucking sun. The deep baritone of his boyfriend’s voice washes over Lambert in calming waves. “Bit early for you to be here. Everything alright?”

Lambert’s legs move of their own volition, and before he knows it, he’s behind the counter burying himself in the warmth and safety of Eskel’s arms. “I am now,” he breathes, his tone just on that side of pouty, before rubbing his cheek against Eskel’s nerdy apron. He doesn’t give a shit if the customers at the back of the shop see them, nor does he care if he ends up with flour in his beard. He needs this, needs to feel Eskel close, because today’s been a shitty day and the only person who can make it better is his boyfriend.

“Oh sweetheart, what’s up?” Eskel asks, his voice soft and reassuring like he’s talking to a spooked animal. Lambert only tightens his hold around Eskel, not ready to break the sweetness of the moment by reminiscing about his not-so-good-very-bad day. “Wanna move through to the kitchen?”

That, in fact, sounds like a great fucking idea. Lambert almost whines when Eskel pulls away from him, but the urge quickly fades when Eskel laces their fingers together and drags Lambert through the back by the hand. Once they have regained a semblance of privacy, Lambert lets Eskel pull him into another soul-crushing hug.

“I hate everything. And everyone. Well no, not everyone. I don’t hate you.”

“Mmh, good to know,” Eskel rumbles, sounding amused, “what happened, puppy?”

Lambert buries deeper in Eskel’s embrace as he replies, his words slightly muffled by the fabric of Eskel’s apron.

“Got stuck in traffic this morning, then was late for my meeting, spilt coffee on my suit, my car broke down, I missed lunch with a potential client who’s worth a buttload of money, and I’m getting fat,” Lambert ends, his tone decidedly whiny when he’s reminded of just how snug his emergency suit feels. Damn Eskel and his ridiculously good treats.

“Naw, hell Lamb,” Eskel shifts and grabs something resting on the working surface behind him. When Lambert looks up, he sees Eskel holding what looks to be a lemon and white chocolate muffin inches away from Lambert’s face. “Open up! My baking always cheers you up.”

“Your baking is the reason why I’m getting fat!” Lambert grouses half-heartedly, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lick at the buttercream frosting covering the top of the muffin. “Mmmh, white chocolate! I knew it.”

“Was gonna save it for you to celebrate your new client. Guess it can also be used as a consolatory muffin,” Eskel brings the treat closer to Lambert’s lips and offers a small, encouraging smile, “c’mon, take a bite. I promise you’ll feel better.”

Lambert can’t resist Eskel’s pretty eyes anyway, so he happily lets his boyfriend feed him the muffin. Lambert takes a huge chunk out, the white chocolate and lemon flavours exploding on his tongue pulling an appreciative moan. Lambert’s eyes flutter shut as he savours his morsel, and when he opens them again, he sees Eskel’s smile has widened into a pleased grin.

“Good?” he asks, like there’s any fucking doubt about how good his muffin tastes.

“As always,” Lambert whispers in response, snatching the muffin out of Eskel’s hand and stuffing what’s left of it in his mouth. Eskel levels him with an unimpressed look, clicking his tongue in disapproval at his boyfriend’s actions.

“You’re gonna choke one of these days,” Eskel tells him, trying not to laugh as Lambert tries to chew around the massive bite in his mouth, “look at your lil hamster cheeks. Adorable.”

Lambert glares - the full effect of his scowl is probably lost on Eskel, though, with how Lambert is still struggling to swallow his treat - but the intention is there. Eskel shakes his head fondly before leaning in and catching Lambert’s lips in a chaste kiss which probably tastes sweet and lemony, but Eskel doesn’t seem to mind the taste of his dessert on Lambert’s lips. It takes Lambert a little while to swallow the food in his mouth, but when he does, he puckers his lips in a silent request for more of Eskel’s sweet kisses.

“Yes?” Eskel teases, raising one eyebrow, “can I help you?”

Lambert’s lower lip juts out into a sad pout at those words, an action that pulls a warm chuckle from deep within Eskel’s chest. He takes pity on Lambert and pulls him impossibly closer to his firm body, rubbing his nose against Lambert’s in a tender gesture. Lambert’s hands come to rest on Eskel’s hips, where he squeezes the soft flesh of his boyfriend’s puppy fat. Gods, but he loves absolutely everything about Eskel.

“Can you close the shop early today and take me home?” Lambert asks, voice barely above a whisper, as he stretches up to capture Eskel’s mouth in a demanding kiss that leaves very little as to which kind of activity Lambert has in mind for their evening together. His hand squeezes Eskel’s hip more firmly, pulling a needy whine from his boyfriend in response.

“Minx,” Eskel growls under his breath, punctuating his statement with a final kiss, “I’ll see what I can do.”

As Eskel walks away, Lambert doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend has to readjust his pants which are now tenting at the front. Lambert leans back against the worktop of Eskel’s baking table, and first undoes the buttons of his suit jacket, then the top three buttons of his shirt. He, unlike Eskel, isn’t trying to hide the visible bulge forming in his far too tight pants, dammit.

“You do what you have to do, sweetheart,” Lambert speaks in a sultry tone, the irritation brought on by a rather shitty start to the day long forgotten when he meets Eskel’s lust-blown eyes, “I’ll be right here, looking like a goddamn snack for you the whole time.”

Eskel curses under his breath, pointedly looking away from Lambert.

“Bastard. You just wait until we get home,” Eskel threatens half-heartedly before leaving the kitchen to empty the showcases and store the pastries in the refrigerators on the main shop floor. Lambert feels positively giddy with anticipation at the thought of how him and Eskel will spend the rest of the evening.

Lambert’s day, in spite of everything, doesn’t seem so shitty in the end, not when he’s got Eskel to come home to.

#the witcher #eskel the witcher #the witcher eskel #eskel #the witcher lambert #lambert the witcher #lambert #lambert x eskel #eskel x lambert #lambert/eskel #eskel/lambert #lambskel #modern AU #baker Eskel #lawyer Lambert #havenwrites #fluff #kiss prompts

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purpleandmurder · 3 years

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so other au ive been thinking about, we're going to tentatively call it the 'inheritance au' goes like this

will dies, just like that, and he doesn't come back

this leaves mike with everything he owns and as a result returns to hurricane to bury his father and essentially deal with everything

in the will however, his father leaves instructions where to find a journal that will "tell him everything"

reading what his father had done, mike resolves to try to make things right with the new tools at his disposal

some other lil titbits

mike doesnt get scooped in this. when he goes down into cbear, it isnt as a lowly technician but as the boss so he is much safer

mike and jeremy are again a thing but here theyre established for longer. after jeremy recovered, the two ran away together and as a result, have much better lives prior

ballora is possessed by mrs. afton. idk i just wanted to play with this idea bc it didnt fit into rabbit hole

yall get cassidy and evan in this both possessing fredbear. this one is to shake things up and i think theres some interesting dynamics that can be made between them

obv is very canon divergent and probably going to be less heavy than rabbit hole

i probs wont mess around with this au apart from posting on here until either i finish rabbit hole or i hit vr before security breach comes out (since I wanna wait for that)

#inheritance #fnaf #au #might also change the url if i decide to post on here abt it

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Just a lil something I decided to write. I know nothing of us colleges, how they work, i know nothing of us towns or states or anything. basically im a stupid british person who only knows british things. oh and how to spell play in german. uhhh hope you like

Would he be lying if he said he took this class for any educational value? Yes.

There were, however, two very good reasons why he made this decision. Numero Uno being; Scully was also in this class. Number Two; Frequent trips to big, open spaces.

Mulder wasn’t interested in looking at stars, more interested in what was around and beyond the stars.

And Scully knew this…if the look she was giving him now was anything to go by.

So he throws his own look back, an innocent, toothy smile.

And she rolls her eyes.

Does he expect anything less? Nope.

He’s tying his shoelaces when a shadow is cast over him.

“I hope you’re not getting any ideas about this trip, Mulder.”

He looks up to see Scully above him. Tying the knot, Mulder shrugs, “They practically brought this on themselves, Scully.” Tightening the lace, he stands, “They chose a place that just so happens to have a field for frequent UFO sightings nearby.”

Scully’s head falls back and her eyes shut in exasperation. “Mulder…” she huffs to the sky, “Promise me you won’t use this trip as an excuse to watch spaceships fly.”

Mulder just smiles, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulders.

“Come on,” he says, tugging on her arm. “We don’t want to fall behind.”

Since the stars only come out at night the trip was an overnight job. Two nights, actually. The weather forecast had predicted clear skies for their first night but it was always to have a backup night, too.

Anyway, this meant dorms, rooms, cabins- whatever you want to call them- and, of course, the cabins were sorted by sex; boys with boys and girls with girls which Mulder had pouted at first until he got news that his roomie caught the flu and had to miss out, his cabin was free. In response to Mulder’s suggestive eyebrow raise when he found out, Scully had certifiably said no but Mulder was still hoping.

During the day they were left to their own devices; lunch would be served at 12, dinner at 6 and then, as soon as the sun began setting, off they would go to the clearing to look at stars. Between that time, they could nap or explore (within the perimeter, they were told) or there was a games room they could stay in. Mulder had no care for any of it. It was relatively warm so he sat outside, headphones in, bag of sunflower seeds at his side and his Best Spots For UFO Sightings book open on the page were they where at.

The field wasn’t too heavily guarded, the book told him. Officials occasionally scoured the place but it was nothing serious. Stoner Steve had told him of the broken fence that people used to get in and well, if it was that serious then that broken fence would’ve been fixed, wouldn’t it?

He felt a poke on his shoulder and turned towards it. Scully stood behind the log he was currently resting against, fingers tangling together and staring at the book in his hands.

“You’re going to that field tonight, aren’t you?”

He took an earphone out and sighed, “Look Scully, when’s the next time I’m going to get a chance like this?”

She bites her lip and sits down on the log, crossing her arms across her body. “I thought you liked space.”

Mulder laughs, thinking about his space themed pencils and planet posters that he still has in his bedroom. “I do,” he says, looking down at the grass. “But I can see stars from anywhere, this,” he waves the book lightly, “is a one time thing.”

Scully nods, about to say something before Mulder cuts her off. “And I’m not expecting you to come with me this time. I’m sure Reyes can’t wait to tell you the name of every star and constellation you see tonight.”

They both glance over to the girl, who stands awkwardly a few feet away from them. Since finding out and she and Scully were sharing a room, the girl hadn’t stopped bothering them with little titbits about horoscopes and other astrology related stuff. Her obsession could arguably put Mulder to shame when presented side by side.

Scully smiles a little, yet her hands still fiddle together, an indication to Mulder that she’s still nervous about something.

“I just want you to be safe,” she tells him, concern for him evident in her eyes.

Mulder reaches up, nudging her reassuringly on her arm. “I’ll be fine,” he says, having little concern for himself. “This place is harmless, people go there all the time.”

It seems to calm her worries.

He’s had a plan from the start: stay with the class for an hour or so then gradually wander off. He doubts his absent will be noticed by the majority but he also plans to be back before the night ends.

Repacking his bag, he packs it full of the things he needs; his camera, snacks and a blanket. He also reties the string Scully gave him a few months ago around his wrist again- a good luck charm of sorts though he knows Scully would just roll her eyes at the notion.

He’ll miss her not being there with him, he thinks. Since this…thing…between them had began she’d been something of a companion to him, a partner in his quest to find the truth. Many a night had she stayed up till 3am listening to him go on a rant about how the government was hiding this or that bee-pollen yogurt she’d had for breakfast this morning was a big massive lie to get her to think it was actually good for her. She had come back at him with some very strong arguments against his claims that were good enough to throw him off path and even spread doubt in his beliefs but it just made him fight harder.

He wondered what arguments she’d have for anything unexplainable he’d see tonight. If she was coming with him, what would she say? How would she explain away the thing she was seeing before her?

Near enough ready, he tosses his bag on his back and leaves the cabin.

It comes as no surprise that Scully is waiting for him outside it, her camera hanging around her neck.

“So when do we go?” she asks.

At first Mulder’s puzzled as to what she’s on about- they’re going now, he thinks- but then it dawns on him what she means. Mulder shakes his head, a smile forming, “What about Reyes?” he asks.

Scully turns and Mulder follows her eyeline. On the log sits Reyes, a book open in her lap as she, very animatedly, tries to explain something astrology related to a boy who- if his head in his hands is any indication- looks like wants to be anywhere but here right now.

“I think she’s good,” Scully says, turning back to him.

Mulder giggles at the scene. “We’ll stick with the class for a bit then we’ll go,” he tells her.

It’s a clear night just as the weather forecast said it would be which pleases Mulder greatly. If he can see the stars, he can see the spaceships. He tries to pretend that nothing is amiss; takes his photos, names the constellations he sees but he’s constantly checking his watch. An hour he’d told himself but 30 minutes in and he’s ready to go.

He looks over to Scully who is doing the same as he is; taking the photos and naming the stars. With a glance towards the teacher who is distracted, Mulder walks over to Scully.

“You ready?” he whispers.

She checks her watch, “Now?” she asks. “I thought you said an hour.”

He’s practically jumping with excitement, unable to contain it, a sudden worry that it might get cloudy soon and he’ll miss his chance.

“An hour, half an hour, what’s the different?”

Scully chuckles slightly. She places her camera around her neck and gives her own peek towards the teacher. “Let’s go, then.”

Nobody notices them leaving, and if they do, they stay nothing. Taking out the homemade map from his pocket, Mulder follows it away from the class and through the trees. The leaves block the moon and he begins wishing he’d thought to bring a torch with him when he was ‘packing the essentials’, a stupid move on his part. Suddenly overcome with the worry of losing Scully, he grabs her hand with his free one, holding on tight. The action startles her a bit but she soon settles into him.

“How much further?” she asks a little later.

Mulder looks to the map, then ahead. If he (and Frohike) are right, it should be through these trees.

“Just through here,” he says. He bats a branch that obscures his view out of the way and it opens up into a clearing he can see ahead. A fence wraps its way around the field and just in front he spies the broken part.

They head towards it. Mulder climbs through first before pushing the wiring out of the way so Scully can get through mostly unscathed.

“So this is your field you’ve been so anxious to see,” she says, a humorous glint shining in her eyes.

“Yep,” Mulder answers as they walk to what he decides is the middle of the field.

He stops, taking his bag off his shoulders and opening it up.

“And what if you don’t see anything tonight?” Scully asks.

He takes out the blanket, flattening it out on the grass and sitting himself upon it.

Mulder shrugs, “Then I don’t see anything.” He pats the space beside him. “Sit, we’re gonna be here for a while.”

Scully sits, crossing her legs as she does so.

Mulder lets out a deep breath, looking up towards the sky. A breeze drifts across them and out of his peripheral he sees Scully shiver. She hadn’t been so practical tonight, her clothing consisting of shorts and a T-shirt. Unbothered by the cold, Mulder takes off his alien sweatshirt and holds it out towards her.

“Take it, you’re freezing,” he says.

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t take that for answer and pushes it further towards her. “Put it on.”

Giving in, she takes it out of his hands and puts it on.

“Better?” he asks.

Scully nods, covering her hands with the two-big sleeves.

He turns back to the sky, “Looks better on you anyway,” he says. All his clothes would look better on her, he thinks.

They grow quiet, the only sounds are the breeze and the distant sound of traffic and their breathing. It doesn’t take Mulder long before he’s rummaging through his bag and pulling out his seeds.

“You hungry?” he asks, dinner wasn’t that long ago so he doesn’t expect her to be.

“Somehow I don’t think sunflower seeds will fill me up,” he says.

“Better than bee pollen yogurts for breakfast,” he throws a shell to the side, missing Scully’s look.

“It has nutritional value,” she says, pointedly.

“It’s a scam, Scully.”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever,” she throws back to him and then she’s yawning.

“Tired?”

“No. What else have you got in this bag?” She moves the backpack closer to her and pulls out his book.

He tears his gaze from the sky and watches her turn it over. The book his handmade, the book’s title handwritten across the page.

“Who wrote this?” Scully asks.

“Frohike.”

She rolls her eyes and huffs, “Of course he did,” placing the book down.

She yawns again and Mulder watches as she shuffles about on the blanket before laying down and trying to get into a comfortable position. A lazy, happy smile flitters across Mulder’s face at the sight. She’s adorable.

“You’re tired.” It’s not a question.

She lets out a quiet hum in response and adjusts her head on her arms, eyes shut.

Mulder ponders for a moment, looking at her trying to get comfortable, before he shifts himself.

“Come here,” he says, wrapping his hands around her body and tugging her towards him. A bit of manoeuvring and finally her heads resting in his lap, her hand against his leg and his hand running up and down her arm.

He moves both hands to her hair, taking out the hair tie and letting his hand smooth through her hair repeatedly, a soothing motion that has her relaxing, snuggling deeper against him.

Mulder looks back up to the sky, watching, waiting, whilst his hand and fingers do their own thing.

He smiles to himself, a thought crossing his mind as he looks back down at the sleeping person lying on him in the middle of a field.

“Hey Scully,” she shifts a little. “It’s our first date and you’re not even awake for it,” he teases. Barely a sound comes out of her.

Laughing to himself, Mulder looks back up to the sky when a ball of light flicks across the darkness. His smile fades as he watches, hand stilling in Scully’s hair. She protests, moving her own head to perhaps get his fingers moving again but Mulder is awestruck; watching as one, two, three, four balls of lights dance in the sky.

“Scully…” he says, not looking away. “You need to see this.”

She moans a little, her head moving upwards.

“Scully,” he says again watching the lights move in unexplainable ways. “You’re missing it.”

“I see it,” she mumbles sleepily, eyes falling shut again.

Mulder breathes out as the lights disappear as quickly as they came.

He saw it…he realises as he looks away from the sky, trying to process it.

As he looks a little down the field another light catches his eye. Large, white, and around. Mulder narrows his eyes, trying to see. A figure emerges from the bushes, the light bouncing around, until its beam lands directly on him and Scully, illuminating them in the darkness.

A cry of ‘Hey!’ has Mulder furiously trying to wake Scully as dread pulses through his body.

part 2 soon. maybe

#i suck at prompting my own shit #this is not how you do it #college au #txf fic #i write things #i hope peeps like #uhhhh i know nothing #i like writing sleepy scully #dunno why #imma shut up now #bye

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amuseoffyre · 5 years

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In UA, there are some clearcut dynamics, like Luther&Allison, Diego&Grace, Ben&Klaus and Vanya&Five, but the more I watch, the more I see titbits of all of the other relationships there:

Luther & Diego - I don’t doubt that Reginald played them off each but watch the number of times that Luther instinctively holds angry Diego back. He doesn’t even have to look. He just puts out an arm, knowing Diego’s about to lob himself at someone. And Diego lets Luther stop him. A lot of their posturing is the alpha male BS nonsense, but there is something beneath it all.

Allison & Vanya - they poke fun at each other, tease each other, and even set up to have a girls’ night of overindulgence. They apologise and fight and care to the point that even Luther doesn’t get it. And Allison’s proud smile when she hears Vanya playing and Vanya smiling back! I had such an emotion at that!

Diego and Klaus - if the battery-licking story didn’t convince you that Diego was big brother to lil brother Klaus, I don’t know what to tell you. I also felt that they - and Ben - were the troublemakers. Plus the fact that Diego briefly pauses his vengeance trip to look after his visibly distressed brother and comforts him, even though he had to be thinking “wtf? when were you a veteran dude?” because he doesn’t know about time travel.

Five and Ben - when Five discovers the ruins of the academy, the people he calls out for in order are Vanya, Ben and his father. Vanya and Ben took priority over everyone else for him. Plus he and Vanya talking about the loss of Ben compared to his apparent indifference to everyone else. (Especially since Ben died only 4 years after Five disappeared)

Klaus and Five - Five tries to make like he’s better than everyone, but he can’t help liking Klaus. Even after 17 years apart, Klaus is the one who actually gets a disbelieving laugh out of the old man. Plus they rip it out of each other so beautifully and who hasn’t thrown things at their annoying sibling’s head?

Vanya and Luther and Diego - you notice when the lads start yelling at each other, Vanya is the one who steps in and tells them to back down despite being the tiniest and most fragile person in the room. She does it at the funeral and then again when they’re talking about switching off Grace. I suspect a lot of that comes from the fact she was their father’s right hand aide at all times so there was at one point some kind of grudging appreciation there. Right up until the book, which really, really bothered Diego which meant he must have felt it was a very real betrayal of him as well as the family.

They really have managed to get a fantastically multi-faceted familial dynamic and I honestly can’t wait to see where it goes.

#tua #the umbrella academy

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