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bowofbalance · 3 months
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Very random but do you like any holiday foods? Coz I have to eat ramen every Christmas and I wonder if there is a community of holiday picky eaters
Very random, but it feels like you read my mind. Holiday food and I have a very tense relationship and I would love the opportunity to talk about it.
So for some context my family is German. And there are some Germans, definitely not all, who traditionally eat toast hawaii for Christmas. (By traditionally, I mean that it started fairly recently, seeing as toast hawaii was invented in the 50s). Toast hawaii is an interesting food. It's basically toast with ham, cheese, pineapple, and a maraschino cherry that you broil to melt the cheese. Here's a picture from google:
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So for about a million reasons, toast hawaii is picky eater nightmare fuel, at least with my brand of pickiness. The texture is weird, with the bread turning into mush and the pineapple is stringy and the ham is rubbery and it's all somehow mixed together. Just thinking about it scares me. Also, the taste is weirder. None of these ingredients should be mixed together in my opinion, and especially the maraschino cherry. The only parts of toast hawaii that are safe foods for me are the bread and the cheese.
So on Christmas Eve I definitely don't partake in the traditional family dinner and I never have. When I was much younger there was more drama around it, but I don't eat toast hawaii. In terms of the American holiday foods that I've encountered in other families, I tend to be at least anxious about most of it. I default to bread a lot of the time.
Anyway I'm not sure if that's what you wanted to hear but I am kind of a famously picky eater (even though I'm a lot more open than I was when I was younger!) so I always have a lot to say about food. Especially during the holidays when the food is kind of at the center of everything and there's a lot of pressure involved. There's a lot of feelings there so maybe I rambled a little.
I'm always open to talking more about this stuff. I'm already emotionally preparing for New Year's Eve/Silvester tomorrow and dealing with the problem of being a picky eater around holidays again. And some German foods are really unique.
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nncc77 · 5 months
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9, 15, and 21 for Valerie plz!
Thanks so much for the ask!!
9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?
Valerie likes it hot! She grew up on questionable street-scop and prepackaged synth-meat, so while she can stomach pretty much anything in a pinch, she can't eat a regular meal without it being either piping hot or spicy as hell. She's not terribly picky -- she'll grab a couple of whatever looks decent off the shelf -- but she'll slap whatever she bought into a pan and fry it nice and crispy first, with a generous amount of chili oil and artificial garlic paste.
15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?
Okay, this one might get long, because I've actually thought about this one a lot...
Valerie is the middle of three, with a younger brother Vincenzo and an older sister Violetta, all of whom were born and raised in Heywood. Their father, Vernon Villanueva, was by turns endearingly doting and violently enraged, the troubled son of Filipino immigrants to Night City. Their mother, Mercedez Tan, was killed in a gang shootout, struck by a 6th Street bullet when Valerie was 7.
Life in Heywood wasn't easy, especially when their father was working long shifts at the Arasaka dockyards, but where Violetta focused on her studies and Vincenzo retreated into the Net, Valerie was driven by vengeance for the death of her mother. She went to Padre Ibarra on her 13th birthday and told him she'd do whatever it took to become a true Valentino, and she'd do whatever he asked if it meant killing more 6th Street goons. In the years after she would see more of her Valentino brothers and sisters than her two blood siblings, one of whom was already enrolled in Arasaka corporate curriculum.
At 19, on a boring family trip to see Biotechnica Flats, Vincenzo disappeared. After two weeks of frantic searching and asking all her Valentino contacts, Valerie received a message that Vincenzo was alive, healthy, living with Nomads now, and was never coming back. Violetta was outwardly cold but inwardly relieved -- she was happy to see her brother escape the hellhole that she saw as Heywood. Valerie was outwardly angry but inwardly devastated. It was hard for her to see it as anything other than a betrayal, indoctrinated as she was by Valentino ideals of loyalty over all. She threw herself further into the Valentino life until her father's retirement to Atlanta in 2059, when her desire for more money to support him (and her desire for fame and fortune, to rise above her station) pushed her into the less rigid, more freewheeling life of a solo.
If Valerie becomes V, the game itself picks up after her father's death, and her return to NC from Atlanta. If Violetta or Vincenzo become V, Valerie is still with the Valentinos and a dangerous solo on her own. It would be cool to add her as an NPC Afterlife Merc in one of their playthroughs!
21. their favorite place to be?
El Coyote Cojo. The warm red lighting and the smell of tequila and leather feels more like home than her home ever did. Hell, after meeting Jackie and Mama Welles, it practically becomes her primary residence. When she's not on the job (or sleeping off the aftereffects of the job), she's shooting pool and talking shit with a steady supply of Tequila Centzon in her Valentino cyberarm. She's not much of a homebody, so she's always trying to drag Judy out of her hidey-hole and back to the Coyote, even if all they end up doing is sitting and talking for hours. Pepe and Padre are like uncles to her, and Mama Welles is the mother she never had. If there's any one location she'd jump to defend, besides Judy's place, it's her favorite haunt in Heywood.
Thanks so much for asking, I have a lot of thoughts but it's hard to get it out unfocused and unprompted!!
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proteuus · 4 years
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ps everyone uses my name and pronouns at work now and i am :-)
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shrimplicitly · 3 years
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me age 15 watching ibs commercials or w/e: wow do they really have to run to the bathroom? why are they so upset its just a bathroom break? just excuse urself lol
me 5 years later after ive definitely fucked up my digestive system: if i have to run to the bathroom AGAIN in the next five minutes im killing myself
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ellielush · 4 years
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only took til age 23 but i like mustard now 😎
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make-me-imagine · 3 years
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congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve 🥺🥺 could i join in the ship requests too?
I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gaps™ 🥴 I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that 😂
I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI ✌🏼 I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so 😂) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll
I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam 💀 which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so 🥲 I'm trying to quit this bad habit though
I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too 🥺🥺 sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am 💀 there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO 😔 i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights 😌
i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh 💀)
I'm kinda clumsy and Not Good™ at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either 😔 I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club 😎 though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before 😭)
I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan 😭😭 i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At All™ & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks 💀 i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault 🤡
while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)
okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?
thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward ™ sometimes 💀 and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much 🥺😭😭 really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you 🤩❤️
- 🌙🏒 anon
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Don’t worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao. 
And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it. 
I hope you like the ships I made for you
They are under the cut: 
Criminal Minds: 
I ship you with Hotch. 
You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very “you”. 
How you met + his first impressions: 
You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.
Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you. 
He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do). 
He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.
Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.
What you do on your first date:
He takes you to a hockey game. 
He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv. 
When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game. 
After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time. 
This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about. 
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Best Friend: 
Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well. 
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Marvel: 
I ship you with Sam. 
I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well. 
How you met + his first impressions:
You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before. 
You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you. 
He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.
Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.
Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off. 
He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info. 
What you did on your first date: 
He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out. 
After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff. 
You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together. 
He was appalled when you told him that you didn’t eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that you’d like just so you WOULD EAT). 
You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.
So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about.  
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Best-Friend: 
Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you weren’t eating btw. 
xxaaron
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He doesn't like the texture of soggy oreos
picky eater gang RISE UP
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RDR Secret Cupid
It was so exciting to be part of the @rdrsecretcupid2020​ (Thank you to the mods for all your hard work <3)
Unfortunately my cupid had to drop out, but I wanted to share my piece anyhow. They had asked for some soft Charthur, so I wrote a piece about their first kiss. Enjoy!
Warning: None Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, John Marston Word Count: 2,018 Tropes: Pining, Fluff
“Arthur.”  He snapped back, blinking hard, the flash of white burnt into his eyelids from the fire. It had been a long few weeks since they had made it to Horseshoe and it was starting to catch up with him.
“I’m sorry, I’m back.” He turned toward the voice. 
“I asked if you was alright, but I got my answer.” John dropped down next to him. “What you thinkin’ about anyhow?” He pushed the stew around his bowl and muttered. “I don’t know how you eat this shit.” 
Arthur looked down to the bowl of stew in his lap, John wasn’t wrong, the stew tasted like shit. Another thing he needed to add to his list. Pearson had been on him about how low their meat supply was getting. Being on the run had brought a lot more of the gang closer to home, meaning more mouths to feed regularly, his normal hunting wasn’t gonna cover it anymore.
“It’s this or nothin’, and it ain’t that bad.” He threw back the rest of it, much to John’s disgust. He put the bowl to the side. “You always was a picky eater Marston, it’s why you got those beanstalk legs.” John prickled. 
“Shut up!” He put his bowl down. “Stop skirting the question. What’s got you so out of sorts?” He hated that John  was surprisingly good at reading people. He looked across the fire, avoiding John’s gaze as it burned into him. 
“Just tired. Lots to do.” His eyes found Charles, just outside the glow of the fire. A familiar feeling crept it’s way into his gut. John tugged on his shoulder, pulling his gaze back.
“Send one of them idiots out to do some of it. Ain’t always gotta be you.” He motioned to Bill sitting across the fire.
“You think this food is shit now, let’s have Bill do the huntin’.” He deadpanned. John snorted.
“I was thinkin’ more like maybe Charles could do the huntin’. I ain’t sure Bill knows what parts of the animal are edible.”  John smirked and Arthur chuckled quietly. He put his hand on John’s shoulder. Giving it a pat, he grabbed his bowl and pushed himself up. 
“Maybe you’re right, Marston. I should let some of these idiots do it. You can take my guard shift tonight.” He turned and headed to drop his bowl off at the chuck wagon. John barked after him.
“I ain’t mean me!” Arthur ignored him as he vanished out of the fire’s glow.
John was right, Dutch had kept a lot of the gang close to camp, it had fallen on Arthur to do a lot of the long distance work. Especially with John being laid up with mess in the mountains. He tossed the bowl into the wash basin and headed off toward his tent. His mind lingered on what John said. Charles was a better hunter, and his hand seemed to be healing up nicely. He’d speak with Charles in the morning
He dropped his bag on the table as he entered his tent. Unbuckling his gun belt and draping it over the chair, he plopped down onto his cot. He laid back, staring up at the canvas he stared at a small mended patch and remembered how Grimshaw had asked him to pick up some sewing supplies the next time he was in town, he grumbled, adding it to his ever growing list. He closed his eyes, he would worry more about that in the morning.
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Arthur poured himself a cup of coffee, swirling the thick black liquid around the cup. The crunch of footsteps came from behind him, and he half-turned, nodding a welcome to the newcomer. 
“Mornin’, Mr. Morgan.” Kieran chirped, bending over to pour himself a cup of coffee. 
“O’Driscoll.” Arthur muttered into his coffee. Kieran bristled and opened his mouth to defend himself, but Arthur held up a hand.
“I’m just needlin’ ya, Kieran.” He took a swig from his cup. “Quit bein’ such an easy target, they can smell fear ya know.”
Kieran stuttered, his face flushing with embarrassment. He raised his mug to his lips, hiding behind it Arthur shook his head and leaning over to refill his coffee as Grimshaw joined them at the fire. 
“Gentlemen” she greeted. Arthur reached out, taking her cup from her and pouring her some coffee. 
“Mr. Morgan. We are running a little low on food. If you could find time in your busy day to do a little hunting.” Charles moved to the fire as she spoke, kneeling down to pour himself a cup of coffee.
“I can join you, Arthur.” He paused as attention turned to him. “Two can carry more.” Arthur smiled and Charles felt his ears get hot.
“Sure!” Arthur finished off his coffee. “Meet me by the horses when you’re ready.” He dropped his cup in the wash basin and went to prepare his pack. 
Hosea was talking with Dutch in his tent, hunched over a table full of papers. They dropped their voices as he passed. Arthur stuffed a couple things into his satchel, lingering as his eyes fell to the poison arrows on his table. Charles must have dropped them off, he thought as he picked them up and turned to leave, his heart fluttered.
The men were still deliberating when Arthur appeared in the entrance of the tent. Making sure his footfalls were heavier on the pallet as he stepped inside.
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“Gentleman.” He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. “I’m heading out, gonna be gone a few days hunting. I’m takin’ Charles with me.” 
Hosea nodded and Dutch waved him off. The men returned to their plans and Arthur made his way toward the hitches.
The horses knickered as he approached, Ulysses pushed his head into Arthur’s back and nibbled his satchel playfully. He turned and chuckled, taking the horse’s head in his hands
“Hey boy, how ya doin?” He scratched Ulysses’ nose. “Ready to ride out? Let’s get you saddled up.” He clicked his tongue and grabbed his tack.
Charles tightened Taima’s saddle, checking the saddlebags for everything they might need as Arthur wandered into his peripherals. He watched as the horses swarmed him, the warm timbre of his chuckle made Charles smile. He led Taima over to the hitches to join Arthur.
“So, where we heading?” He ran his fingers through Taima’s mane. 
“Ain’t entirely sure, there’s plenty of deer around here. Could bring a couple back.” Arthur grunted, tightening the rear cinch. He draped his arms over Ulysses back.
“When I was in town I heard some men talking about some boars they swear was big as a bear.” He paused, trying to read Arthur. “May be worth checking out? Could feed the camp a while, a boar that big.” Arthur pulled himself into the saddle.
“Boars? Where about?” He stepped into the saddle, pulling himself up.
“Up near Three Sisters.” Charles saddled up. “Or so they said.”
“Well then, let’s head out!” He clicked his tongue again and pulled Ulysses out of camp. 
They headed north, the sun falling behind Citadel Rock as they started into the Cumberland Forest. Arthur found himself staring at Charles as they made their way through the trees. His chest tightened as he broke his gaze. The comfortable silence between them breaking as tension built in Arthur.
Get a hold of yourself. Charles is your friend. This is a silly boyhood crush. You do-
“You doin’ alright?” Arthur snapped back and glanced at Charles, concern painting his face. Charles pulled back on Taima’s reigns, slowing his pace to match Arthur’s.
“M’fine” Arthur muttered, heat flooding his ears. “Just lost in thought. Sorry.” 
Charles hummed and they rode along in silence. The sun hung low in the sky as they reached Moonstone pond.
“We should stop here for the night. Get a fresh start tomorrow.” Arthur pulled Ulysses off the path and over to the derelict cabin. 
He pulled the bedroll from the horse’s tack and dropped it on the ground beside him, grabbing a few more things before freeing Ulysses to go graze. Charles dismounted, gathering his belongings he freed Taima to join Ulysses. He cleared his throat.
“I’ll get started on a fire.” 
The temperature had plummeted since the sun had fallen behind the mountains, the wind picking up through the trees. Charles pulled on his thick jacket as he set off in search of firewood. Glancing back at Arthur as he worked to clear a spot for the fire, steam rising off him in the cool evening air. Charles felt that familiar feeling creep into his gut and he ripped his eyes away, scanning the floor for kindling and wood. 
Arthur had cleared the ground cover when Charles returned, arms overloaded with wood. He looked up as Charles unloaded the wood.
“Let’s get this fire started, before you catch your death.”  Charles chided. Arthur smiled awkwardly, the flutter in his stomach re-ignited.
“Ain’t so bad out here.” He dismissed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. 
Charles huffed gently and got to setting the fire. Arthur laid out the bedrolls before disappearing into the the growing darkness. He returned a few minutes later, bow in hand, wrapped in a thick coat.
“Guess I’ll go see about some dinner.” Arthur called out, lingering awkwardly near the edge of the fire’s cast light. Charles pushed back onto his haunches over the flames clapping the dirt from his palms.
“Thought you weren’t cold?” Charles stood and went for his own bow. Arthur flushed and looked down. “I’ll join you.”
“You don’t gotta do that.” Arthur sputtered. 
Charles heart swelled, his mind wandering back to that first hunting trip they took up in the mountains. He smiled to himself, proud that Arthur was still using the bow.
“Think of it as a second lesson.” Charles motioned to the bow in Arthur’s hands. A small smile played at Arthur’s lips and he nodded.
They set out on foot, the trees were alive with small game and soon enough they had picked off a couple rabbits. Charles gave way to let Arthur loose the arrows. Watching him closely, his eyes lingering and his mind wandering, the familiar warmth building in his core. He pulled his eyes away, moving to collect the carcasses.
“You’ve really improved. I’m impressed.” Charles tried to make his voice even. “Rabbit’s aren’t an easy target, especially at that distance.” He picked up the carcass.
“T-thanks. Just been doin’ what you taught me.” Arthur’s cheeks flushed in the darkness as he reached the second rabbit.
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They made their way back to camp, rabbits in hand. Easy conversation flowing between them as they pushed through the undergrowth and into the glow of the fire. 
“Let me get these ready for the fire.” Charles reached out, taking the rabbit from Arthur’s hand. His fingers lingering just a bit too long.
Arthur watched Charles as he prepared the rabbits, watching how he gently stripped the carcasses and rubbed herbs into the meat before placing it over the fire. He carefully turned the meat to avoid charring it. 
“Here.” Charles held out a skewer to Arthur.
“Thanks.” He took a bite, the flavors exploding in his mouth and his eyes lit up. “You’re gonna have to teach me how you did that.” He took another big bite and Charles blushed. 
“I guess we’re going to have to do this again then.” Charles trailed off and Arthur’s eyes met his, the fire between them flared.
“Yeah.” he breathed. “I guess so.” He leaned in and cupped his hand to Charles’ chin, their lips gently brushing together. Charles stiffened and Arthur pulled back, panic filling him.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I just. I don’-” Charles’ lips crashed into his, hungry and warm. He hands tangling through Arthur’s hair. The forgotten rabbit burning over the fire. 
They parted, Charles pressing his forehead to Arthur���s, pushing the hair from his face, he smiled.
“Don’t be. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He pressed his lips to Arthur’s again.
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if you'll be willing to do this match-up, then thank you! i'm female who's quite short (5 foot) pretty lazy but also likes keeping things clean. i love to eat but am quite picky, cooking is also a habit besides my reading and singing. i'm the type of person who would go out of their way to make sure someone's okay but not tell anyone if something's wrong with myself. i love to write and i dress pretty casually, dresses and skirts seem like a big no-no. i rant a lot sometimes, but also stay quiet
Match-Up #54
I match you with Geten!
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-You're both short (at least I think he's short) so at least kisses are easy! You're also both pretty lazy too, so get ready for that. He's more willing to put energy towards becoming more powerful instead of cleaning out the tub or washing clothes. It's a good thing you like keeping things pretty clean because someone is going to have to do it. Put your foot down or else Geten will stay dormant and content with just letting you handle everything by yourself.
-Your picky eating annoys him and he thinks its childish as Hell. He also recommends you just cook instead of going on restaurant dates with him (Screw you Geten. Picky eater gang, rise up😤) Aside from this, he'll put up with it just fine and will beat anyones ass that dares make fun of you about it. He's like "only I get to make fun of y/n, no one else" type of guy.
-Your reading is a peaceful activity that he calls boring. Secretly he likes it. You'll get him to read if you give him something like the art of war. He also doesn't like writing all that much, but he let's you do it while he's busy watching tv. As for singing, cool it down but dont stop altogether. Especially sing to him before he goes to bed and itll put him out like a light.
-Sure you spend time checking on others but you hide how you feel. C'mon though...Geten sees right through you. "Cut the bullshit y/n. What's up with you lately?" Geten sits you down on his lap and let's you rantt to him while he kisses you gently on the forehead. Dont mention that he's being kinder during these moments or he'll become a flustered mess and shut down.
-Your casual outfits are cute to him. He pretty much doesn't mind that you don't like dresses or skirts. You could wear a paper bag and he'd still think you were the hottest thing out there.
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ohorthur · 5 years
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Exit Pursued by a Grieving Widow
Platonic Charles x fem!Reader, mention of Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader
Warning: spoilers/mention of death
Summary: Charles helps the reader settle into The Mysterious Hill Home so she can start her new life close to the grave of her beloved.
(In this story, Arthur gave his journal to Charles for safekeeping rather than keeping it in his satchel to give to John along with his other possessions.)
Word Count: ~1.8k
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“Ughh…” a grunt left you as you tried to catch your breath. “Thank you, Charles. I appreciate it. You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” the burly man casually responded, hands on his hips as he observed your combined handiwork. You were in awe of how he managed to not break a sweat as he helped you settle into your new home on such an inconveniently sweltering day.
The structure itself wasn’t new. In fact, it had long since been boarded up and abandoned which was what warranted this arduous cleanup process in the first place; the rotting furniture, moth-eaten bedspreads and upholstery, and overgrowth of greenery all had to be taken care of before you could make yourself comfortable in the peculiar house.
The novelty of it all really boiled down to the lifestyle that staying here entailed. You’d be stationary and entirely self-sufficient for the first time in God knows how long. But you were certain that this house was where you belonged. “The Mysterious Hill Home” was how Arthur had referred to it in that journal of his...
Before you could get too lost in thought, you wiped away the layer of sweat that had accumulated on your brow and turned to Charles. “All the same, you should still stay for dinner. It’s the least I can do. I can’t promise much in terms of the seating arrangement considering we had to scrap almost everything that was in there, but I’m confident the food will be better than anything poor Pearson had to scrape up for us these past few months.”
“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled out playfully. “I’ll take my chances, though.” With an exaggerated glare, you headed over to your horse to see what you could whip up with whatever provisions you had in your saddlebags.
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Evening brought with it some respite from the high temperatures you’d suffered in throughout the day. Crickets stirred, providing their soothing song to accompany your improvised dinner for two on the front steps of the hill house.
“I’m sorry, Charles,” you poked at your sad, dry cut of venison and roasted corn with a slight grimace. “My selection was limited and I may have overestimated my culinary skills.”
“I’ve never been a picky eater so you’ll hear no complaints from me,” he reassured you, trying to balance his food on his lap.
“I’ll get something to help it go down easier,” you muttered - more to yourself than to him - as you began to rise to get some whiskey. Before you could set your plate aside, Charles was already pushing it back firmly into your grasp.
“Sit and rest. I’ll get it,” he calmly commanded. He returned with an unopened bottle of fine brandy from his own belongings and handed it to you. “Here, you can do the honors. You’ve been through a lot.”
“I’d hardly call house cleaning a lot,” you sighed, nodding a thank you but avoiding eye contact. After opening the bottle you took a quick swig. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was giving you the “that’s not what I meant” look, but from his relaxed posture you could tell it was one he cast on you out of concern rather than annoyance. Once he finally turned back to his plate, dinner continued in a more or less comfortable silence. He didn’t push you to talk and you didn’t want to disturb the peace, at least not before a few more substantial swigs of brandy.
“So where are you off to next?” you finally questioned, knowing he didn't want to settle down quite just yet. He paused for a moment, mulling over his options.
“Honestly, I’m not entirely certain,” he intoned and reached for the brandy, helping himself to a healthy sip. “All I know is that I’ve had enough of heat and humidity for a good long while,” he continued, hastily running a finger up the side of the bottle to catch a runaway drop.
“In that case maybe north?” you suggested.
"And end up back in Colter again? Not too thrilled by the sound of that."
"Maybe even farther north. Canada perhaps. After everything that's happened - the gang, Micah, Dutch, and…" your voice died out. The final name was caught in your throat with no chance of escape, held prisoner in a vice grip. "...and all that unpleasantness - it might do you good to get away from everything. This land is too bloodstained and scarred."
"You might be right," he decided. Faint scrapes of his fork against the tin plate reached your ears as he aimlessly pushed around what few crumbs of his meal remained. "You know… maybe it would be good for you to put this whole mess behind you as well. You can come with me."
A wave of regret washed over him as you form shrunk into itself, as if it was deflating. "It's just a suggestion, I'm not saying - "
"It's okay, Charles. I understand what you mean," you interrupted quietly. "But it wasn't all a mess. Not for me at least. It must seem silly, but I can't just leave him here, alone and forgotten."
"It' doesn't."
"We never married. We never even discussed it. But foolish as it is, I can't help feeling like a widow. And that comes with it's own obligations. He deserves to have someone watch over him"
"In every sense but in name, you are. Arthur cared for you, Y/N. You were the most important thing in his life. His own words were that he'd have asked you to marry him if he'd been a better man," he soothed. "When he told me there was no coming back for him, he was terrified. Not for himself but for you. He felt that he had it coming for what he'd done, but he hoped to make his end count by getting everyone out. Especially you. I told him it was a blessing of sorts that he knew what was coming. I guess we all know it'll come eventually but the certainty of it all instilled a sense of urgency in him to come to terms with his actions and make a final effort to set things right - even after he was gone. He asked me to look after his girl, make sure she's safe, make sure she's happy."
You rested your cheek on his sturdy shoulder and closed your eyes. "I'm glad we had you, Charles."
"You still do, Y/N," his deep, smooth timbre warmed you along with the arm he now draped around you. "I made a promise and I intend to keep it. Wherever the road takes me, I'll always come back to check on you. Both of you."
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The first rays of dawn and the scent of freshly brewed coffee were a surprising awakening. You had no recollection of when you fell asleep, nor of how you ended up on a bedroll for that matter. Once you propped yourself up on your elbows, the slight ache that shot through your head made you reckon that the alcohol was to blame. Footsteps rustled behind you, approaching closer until Charles came into sight.
“Morning,” he smirked knowingly. You squinted up at him for a few seconds before registering that he was extending a cup of coffee to you.
“Thanks,” you rasped and eagerly accepted the bitter drink. You intended to laze around and take your sweet time nursing the beverage until you noticed that Charles was already packing up his things. You scrambled up in alarm, rushing to dig through your belongings. “Wait! You’re leaving already? Have you eaten anything yet? Do you have enough food for the road?” you rambled.
“Y/N.”
“You know what, just take everything I have. You’ll need it more than I do.”
“Y/N.”
“I was planning on going hunting today anyways, so it’s really not a prob- ”
Charles’s sudden grasp on your shoulders shook you out of your frantic babbling. “Y/N, trust me. I’ll be okay.”
“Please? Just take something. It doesn’t feel right sending you off like this, especially after you’ve been so helpful,” you begged with the most pleading look you could muster.
“Alright, fine,” he surrendered and you rushed to help him transfer your food and supplies into his saddlebags.
“Before I go, I have something for you as well,” he pulled out a familiar leatherbound book from his satchel. “Arthur asked me to hold on to it the last time we spoke in case he couldn’t give it to you himself. Here, take it. It’s already yours, but consider it a parting gift.”
Your hands gravitated to the journal without you even realizing it. It brought you comfort to run your fingers over the worn brown leather you knew so well. Whether the warmth of the book came from Charles’s hands or the pure heart and spirit it held within its pages you couldn’t say. But you did know that it would provide you more peace than the warmth of any new hearth and home ever would.
No words could possibly relay your gratitude. All you could do was throw your arms around Charles as tears threatened to trickle down your cheeks. If he hadn’t been built like stone you might have strangled him. Time ticked on and eventually you parted so Charles could finally make his way back to the ever-patient Taima.
“My offer still stands. You can join me whenever you feel in need of a change,” he reminded you as he mounted. You took a deep breath and smoothed out Taima’s mane.
“Goodbye, Charles,” you hummed through a teary-eyed smile.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Morgan,” he hummed back with an understanding nod to you and a final glance at the hillside behind your new home.
Your smile grew at being addressed with that name. The trot of hooves grew fainter and fainter as you turned back to take a seat on your front steps. Holding the journal tightly to your chest, you felt an unusual bump between the pages that you must have been too shocked to take note of earlier. After unwinding the cover’s strap, the book fell open to reveal Arthur’s final sketch.
You were faced with your own tired eyes and your own sad smile, both expressing a sort of subtle affection. It wasn’t an unflattering rendition of your features and it wasn’t idyllic. It was simply honest, a testament to the trying times the two of you had held each other through and the love that would always persist through them. To the left of the page, near the binding, lay a ring adorned with a small but elegant stone.
“Mrs. Morgan…” you absentmindedly mused to yourself. The ring caught the light of the steadily rising sun as it peeked over the mountains from the east, illuminating the hills and trees before you. You slipped it onto your left ring finger and took in the view as you finished your now cold coffee. “Ain’t that somethin’.”
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local-anon · 5 years
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Quinn Palmer (Rdr2 oc)
Race: Mixed
Class: He aint rich but he owns a bar.
Sexuality: Gay
Age: 34
Physical Description
Gender: Male
Hair: Long, usually up in a tail
Height: Very Tall
Build: Skinny, barely any fat or muscle on him.
Eyes: Dark brown almost black
Scars: Has few cuts on his arm from bullet grazes and someone his hands from dropping bottles.
Tattoos: None
Personality
Give us a summary of their backstory.
He ran with his fathers gang up until he turned 13. His father had been turned on by his own gang and was shot in his sleep. Before they had gotten the smarts to shoot Quinn as well he stole the money his father had been saving up and took off with a new name and only the money, clothes on his back, and horse to his name. Eventually, he ended up finding a small town who needed young backs to help out. With the money he had stolen he had managed to save up enough to buy and stock a bar in a town that desperately needed one.
Do they have any mental illnesses?
Neither he nor I know if he does.
Do they have any medical conditions?
He can’t sleep normal sun schedules and food doesn’t stick to him but idk if that counts.
Is medicine/ treatment available for them?
no
How much do they care about their outer appearance?
Not really, he doesn’t smell and keeps his hair clean but other than that not much.
What’s their “beauty routine”?
He washes his face and underarms and junk every day with a wash but nothing extensive.
What do they fear the most?
Someone from his past finding him
They’re biggest flaw?
He’s stoneface to most things. He cares but he doesn’t know how to show it very well.
Do they recognize it as a flaw?
Usually depends on the situation if its a flaw or not. Best poker face but bad in relationships.
What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most?
Capricorn prolly, he has earth tendencies and doesn’t really want to get into drama.
What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus)
Im thinking Capricorn sun, Scorpio Rising, and Taurus moon
What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil)
Neutral good
Do they have any hobbies? What are they?
He practices shooting a lot to keep the skill up. He doesn’t really like it but he knows he should keep up.
Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?
No real favorite holiday as all holidays are busy.
What’s their favorite season?
Winter. More excuses not to go outside.
Do they have a temper or are they level headed?
He’s relatively level headed and can keep calm under pressure. Unless certain buttons are pushed.
Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?
Hides them till the day he dies. Someone help him.
Are they a leader or a follower?
Neither. He doesn’t lead nor follow.
How do they come off to others?
He seems like an easy target most of the time as he doesn’t react to things but can take you in a gunfight easily.
What first impression do they usually make?
He comes off as a bit of a dick but he doesn’t mean to
Do they prefer to travel alone or with company?
Alone unless he likes you
Would you describe them as selfless or selfish?
He’s selfish in the sense he doesn’t go out of his way to help people but he doesn’t like to treat people unfairly for certain reasons.
Does it depend on the situation?
Yes definitely
What do they find most attractive in others?
Being able to understand him without him saying anything.
Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction)
He is tired often. His fingers are long. He’s a switch.
Do they flirt often?
In his own way. No one knows he’s flirting with them.
How easily do they fall in love?
Not necessarily fall in love but he gets infatuated easily.
What’s their love life like?
Nonexistent
Are they in a relationship?
Nope
Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?
Honestly violence is easiest and he resorts to it a lot but diplomatically is what keeps his building going.
What is their combat style?
Gun.
What range do they prefer?
Medium Range
Do they sneak?
Yes
What weapon(s) do they always carry with them?
Shotgun behind the bar always.
Their most prized possession?
His bar. He built it, filled it, and brings it to life so it is very prized.
Favorite armor/ outfit?
When a traveling woman came into his bar she couldn’t afford any food with money so she offered him an apron made from very durable cloth with a nice design. She had made it for him while she was eating and since she left he hasn’t taken it off.
How’s their aim?
Amazing with a gun, good with a knife.
Do their hands shake while aiming a bow?
Yes he’s not good with bows.
What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive?
He’s done it before he’ll do it again.
Does it take a toll on them?
Not as much as it should.
Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it)
He doesn’t care, he just doesn’t want to die by drowning. He saw it happen to someone and it was awful.
Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home?
His bar is his home, he has his own room in the floor above and when he switches shift with the day time bartender he goes up there.
Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them?
He used to scavenge but now he just orders them from the general store.
How do they sleep?
Bad, he doesn’t sleep well and whenever he can’t he’ll just start working so he doesn’t think of it as a bad thing.
Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere?
He’s kinda picky, he can’t sleep on the ground well so no camping.
Are they a picky eater?
Yes, very much which is why he’s skinny because he only eats certain things.
Do they know how to cook?
He has to know if he wants to eat.
What’s their favorite beverage?
He likes coffee a lot. Its how he moves
Do they drink alcohol?
Yes but not on the job. Can’t make a profit if you’re drinking your product.
Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons)
Cigarette cards, if you don’t have money but you have a rare card he’ll trade shots for them.
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macabrecabra · 5 years
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Yo! What is the gang's take on raisins in "In Time This Too Shall Pass"? Yay or nay? Sacrilige or stupenously good? :D
The screen  flickers a bit before revealing Tevar, tapping at the screen, brow furrowed in concentration, “Testing, testing, is this thing on?”“It’s on Tevar. you keep tapping it-”“Yeah yeah.” Tevar gave a roll of his eyes before stepping back grinning wide, “So, yeah, making these stupid home videos for when we show mundane mortal things to the angels, on today’s episode....” the man paused to take out a box of raisins, revealing it like the prize on a game show.“Will angels eat raisins or not?”
Aladria can be seen shaking her head, glancing at Tevar, “....raisins? Really? That’s what you are starting with?”“Hey! Got to start small!” He said with a grin, “I love raisins!” “They are just...okay.” Aladria sighed before walking off screen. Tevar gasps softly, whispering to the box of raisins softly, “Don’t listen to her my shriveled little sweet grapes, she does not know what she means...”The screen flickers some before coming back on, focusing on Imperius as he sits at a table, staring at the raisins, wings tensed as if they were offending him,”Tevar, brother....what are these abominations?”“Raisins dear Broperius!” “They appear to be the shriveled feces of some rodent...” “Trust me! They are sweet and delicious!” The archangel of valor did not seemed convinced, already pushing them away one by one with a finger, “I’m not falling for one of your hideous pranks Tevar! Did Rakanoth put you up to this!?”“What? No! I’ll eat them!” “No! You are not going to ingest these tiny little-!”There is a struggle and the camera falls over as Imperius all but play keeps away with the plate of raisins. From this angle, Itherael can be see slowly trying one, pausing as his wings lift before going to sneak another one from the box. Tyrael is laughing off to the side, practically inhaling a box of them and clearly by no means a picky eater. Someone picks up the camera and turns it around to reveal Inarius who tilts his head before putting ti back on the stand. Imperius and Tevar are gone, although heard muffled somewhere in the distance. Rakanoth is cackling, clearly watching the two. “....He really thought we were going to feed him rodent droppings?”“Imperius isn’t one for sweets in general though... he despised those candies we brought. And the cupcakes....” Tyrael grumbled, “Of course he wouldn’t like raisins....”“Not like you do brother.” Inarius drawled, “You and Tevar eat them as if you have an addiction to those things.”“They are grapes,” Rakanoth said, pausing for a moment before adding with a sage nod, “Grapes that have lost their soul.”“.....that makes them sound depressing....” Aladria murmured, “But I suppose not entirely wrong?”“They are a sad snack food.” Rakanoth concluded, “A snack food of despair.” 
Aladria sighed, shaking her head before rising up and moving towards the camera, “Well, he got his answer at least? Wonder why he made this video anyways...”  She grumbled before shutting the camera off.
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vvakarians · 3 years
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Tagged by @impossible-rat-babies to do this meme!! If y’all wanna do this consider yourself tagged!
name/nickname: Mal? Most people are confused on how to say my name lmao so I go with that. It’s Malachi, Maah -la-kai! My boyfriend calls me Pancake and I love that very much <3. 
gender: masc leaning eldritch entity
star sign: leo? according to a quiz TM I am a Pisces Moon, Virgo Ascendant (is this rising?) 
height: 5′2″ also lmao
time: 7:25 pm
birthday: august 19th
favorite bands: son lux, echos, and mother mother
favorite solo artist: uhhh hozier, grandson (is this a band?? i have no idea), and Soap&Skin??
song stuck in my head: the fuckin super mario theme song
last movie: Uh Die Hard? I think? I watched it on Christmas Eve with my boyfriend! 
last show: Upload and American Gods! 
when did you create this blog: oh jesus uh, 2014? idk y’all 
what do I post:  who the fuck knows anymore lmao. Pretty much just cool stuff I really like and fandom things! Sometimes I’ll post about ocs and I’ll post art. 
last thing googled: a birth chart calculator for my zodiac sign lmao
do I get asks: from mutuals sometimes! I’m most active on discord and twitter but trying to make a comeback here/most of my followers aren’t active due to the Purge of 2018 you know lmao
why I chose my url:  it *was* catch-booker for a long time, which is a bioshock infinite reference! The current one is also a videogame reference..to Garrus Vakarian lmao but vakarian as a username was already taken. 
following: 491 most of which are probably inactive lol
followers: 516
average hours of sleep: 6-9 depending 
lucky number: 13!
instruments: piano, violin, and flute but I haven’t played any of them in years
what am I wearing: pajama bottoms with donuts, nasa hoodie, and a D&D shirt lmao
dream job: a professional artist/character designer! we’ll see if we get there. Trying every day not to give up.
dream trip: Japan? I just want to move to Northern Ireland right now at this point. 
last book I read: I think it was the Necronomicon? I don’t really read a whole lot anymore lmao the ADHD really smacked me hard. 
favorite food: pancakes, mashed potatoes, or alfredo! I’m actually kind of a picky eater so it’s more of a question of what will I eat
nationality: america, unfortunately
favorite song: Currently Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, Hayloft by Mother Mother, or Dangerous by Son Lux. Can you tell I’m a TikTok cosplayer LOL
top three fictional universes: Dragon Age, Bloodborne/Dark Souls, and Critical Role/D&D?? The fandoms are the pits sometimes lmao but I do love them
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pixel-sylveon · 6 years
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im going through my notes for all the characters in rising tides and im just
I need this creativity back
here read these they’re hilarious
Sun & Moon
Siblings – twins
Just moved from Kanto with their mom half way through the school year so January I guess b/c Canadian system lol
16
“sun acts like the sun and moon acts like the moon”
Moon:
Reserved 
Art kid
 Also loves archery tho
Tunes everyone out with music when they first move
A huge closet nerd
If she has to talk to people she’s really polite though??
Once she opens up she’s all memes
“one day she sees someone running stupidly and she just whispers quietly to no one ‘is that kid naruto running’ and someone hears and THE CATS OUTTA THE BAG”
“Hau just starts droppin really weird and obscure refs to shit and whenever moon reacts he knows”
Has a group of online friends that are basically some of the other protags from different regions all going to schools
Gremlin
Sarcastic
Into r/nosleep
Generally likes creepy shit n horror games n anime
ESPECIALLY HITORI KAKURENBO
She Wants to Believe
Space aesthetic
Sun:
Outgoing
Kinda athletic but basically a Dork
Becomes buddies with Hau like Right Away
And basically the rest of the gang
Drags Moon everywhere at first because “she needs to socialize”
Moon helps him with homework a lot
Really likes baking and cleaning??
Always outside regardless of weather
But also loves video games (shares this w/ Moon)
Started calling Gladion “Red Eyes Black Dragon” and it stuck
Gives everyone really cute nicknames
Does part-time jobs because he can
Gladion:
RED EYES BLACK DRAGON
Edgelord
17
Is honestly really smart??
Can generally be found in the library studying during lunch
Wears a barrette and glasses when studying/reading/doing anything productive really
Closet memester
Or at least he’s quiet about it
Hiding Null from the popo
Everyone’s Pokémon Loves Him
Ends up running off at one point and finds his dad
Gets a part time job maybe
Does everything he can to protect Lillie from Lusamine until it becomes too much
No one can really do anything for them since Lusamine is such a huge influence
She’s like the gross mom at PTA meetings
Sewing protégé
Likes tea more than coffee
Endless supply of poke beans
Is so used to anxiety attacks he just shrugs them off tbh
Strong Boi
Doting older brother
Was forced to take music lessons with Lillie, so he kind of knows how to play piano. However, he’s really good at singing and fucking hates this.
Vents his frustrations via punk rawk
Is in a lot of research-oriented classes (he wants to take aether from lusameanie after all)
DOES NOT HAVE A SWEARING BONE IN HIS BODY
He completely falters whenever Lillie swears (super rare) and has a mini heart attack
Will chastise people if they swear too much and tell them to go read a dictionary
Lillie:
Blessed sweetheart
Blue Eyes White Dragon
16
Absolutely Pure
Mom Friend (besides Mallow)
Diligent Student
Really loves Shiron b/c Shiron
Loves slice of life anime
Phone games
Lives on twitter tbh
Good at hiding her internet presence
Embraces girly things
I can see her being musically inclined
Ephemeral by Akira Kosemura sounds like music that sounds like her at first tbh
Yeah. She’s the Music Kid. It has been decided
Got Gladion into Love Live lbr here
Going for walks and exploring nature is one of her past times;; when she can
Hau:
SUNSHINE BOMB EX
16
Loves malasadas and cute things
Has an aesthetic blog
Cares more about graduating to take the trial challenge then to actually learn anything
Yolo
C r y p t I d s I g h t I n g s
Will gladly go shopping for clothes any day
Plays with everyone’s hair
Worries too much about everyone
Will bring ten lunches with him so that everyone is fed
The third mom dad friend
“Hi ___ I’m Dad”
Horrible puns
Him and Sun equal T r o u b l e
Ilima:
Shy bi and ready to cry
17
Is another art kid
But he’s more into sculpting than painting
Probably has a youtube account with 150k subscribers or smth
Vlogs for days
Really likes doing shit with editing programs, be it movies, music or art
Went to Kalos for a year and misses their cafes
Doesn’t necessarily hit on everyone, but he does love to flirt
Upstanding Gentleman
Appeals more to emotion than logic
Is super good at pairing people off
Always wins cards against humanity
Always has deeply invested conversations about aesthetic with Lillie and Hau
Jams out to Cascada unironically
Mallow:
Will put your best cookies to shame
17
Girls Are Cute
Life Goals or Wife Goals?
Always Chipper Until You Piss Her Off
Snide remarks up the wazoo
Probably knows how to play the chocobo theme on otamatone
Is actually a really picky eater
Loves grass types so much she has a garden for them to play and plant stuff in
Teasing people is her favourite pastime
The original mom friend
Goes running every morning
Knows some of the dances to love live songs and does them with Lillie
Kiawe:
Everyone loves him
I’m not even joking he’s the most popular person in school
And he’s such a sweetheart
17
MOST ATHLETIC
Knows ALL THE DANCE TYPES
Or most of them anyway
Refuses to put on a shirt until the school installs air conditioning
Morning bird since he lives on a farm
SECRETLY A HUGE NERD but only Sumo group knows this
Like, Huge
Knows Cruel Angel’s Thesis off by heart
Loves shoujo anime
Always excited to help people train their pokemon!!!
Always keeps up with current events
Really. Don’t read the newspaper just go to Kiawe and he’ll tell you the exact time and date something happened
Has sang I’m Gonna Be with Sun
Maybe almost accidentally set the school on fire while he was practicing his fire dancing
Lana:
Biggest Legend of Zelda fan in existence
Favourite temple is the water temple always
16
Swimming and fishing forever and always
Soft spoken but loves to cause trouble and sass shit up with Mallow
Does super intense nail art
Sophocles:
The smart kid that puts in no effort and fucks off all class and still gets straight As
15
Just let him make stuff its f i n e
Super into robotics
No one knows why he doesn’t just go to an acclaimed university to challenge himself
It might be the malasadas
Also his family
Spams the chats with pepe frog memes
Mina:
Art Hoe Aesthetic
17
Will stop, drop and roll at any point in the day if inspiration hits her
Lives off iced coffee tbh
Loves to paint landscapes
Loves indie video games
And shows with eccentric art styles (pmmm)
Once she gets in the zone ilima tends to leave her food and coffee because she tends to not move for like three or four hours
Takes Alolan legends v seriously
Respects a lot of important stuff even if it seems like she cares about her art more than anything
Has no music taste so she requests someone to play their music and gets inspiration from that
Acerola:
Spoopy child
16
Love creepy vocaloid music
BACTERIAL CONTAMINATION
And psychological/horror anime/games/shows/movies
Can talk animatedly about r/nosleep with moon for hours prolly
Cryptid sightings part two: electric boogaloo
Constantly calls Gladion a chuunibyou
Mimikyu follows her everywhere even though its not really her pokemon
Will sometimes be seen with a drifloon with arms tried around her wrist
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satire-please · 7 years
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How Many Bros to Change a Baby?
Summary: I saw this picture and couldn’t help myself.  Besides we all need a little more happy Noctis in our lives after...that ending.
Noctis hates Nagas.
Even if he hadn’t been attacked as a kid by a Marilith, getting the injury that took out his legs for years, Noct still has extreme dislike for snakes that can’t shut up. Like, how could he not hate the long stretch of coil and scales? Or the face full of daggers that looks so human until the jaw suddenly unhinges to eat you whole?
But the creepiest thing has got to be the hisses of, “Where’ssssssss my baby?  What did you doooooo to my baby?”
Noctis hits the monster with a strong lightning spell or two. “We don’t have your stupid baby!”   
But the words don’t stop.
“Where issssss it? Give me back my baby!” The shriek almost makes Noct’s ears bleed.  
Most of the crew is poisoned in the dank pit of this sewer trap, so it’s up to Gladio and Noctis to buy Ignis time. The two blonds crouch in the corner as Ignis gives Prompto another antidote so he doesn’t faint from the toxin.
Bam. The Naga is strong and knocks Gladio to crash into the wall. She leans over the dazed man, acid spilling from her mouth. A green drop hits the floor, sizzling dangerously between his legs and Gladio winces as smoke rises from the spot.
“There is no baby!” Noctis shouts, drawing the creature’s attention.
The Naga jerks, straightening up to its tall and menacing height. Then, she lunges for Noctis.  He warps once, twice but the Naga’s range is wide enough to snatch him in her coils.
Well, this isn’t good.
Noctis gasps as the prison of hard armored scales tightens against his ribs.  His eyes go blurry as he tries to find a warp point, get a hand free, anything, but the Naga’s grip leaves no escape.
“I will have my baby.” The Naga inhales and spews a flood of ebony smoke right onto Noct’s face.
The last thing Noctis hears is a worried scream of his name. Then everything goes dark.  
Ignis almost finds it inspiring how quickly the monster was dealt with after the prince disappeared from view.
Gladio slashes the tail with a broad stroke and a furious roar: the berserker raining attacks down right and left.  Prompto takes out the eyes with unerring precision. The final death blow comes from Ignis himself when he realized the creature was vulnerable to ice.  The frost bloomed on the floor, even branching partially up the walls with the strength of the spell.
But crew didn’t wait for the Naga’s final death knell to fade before dashing into the space where Noctis had been last seen.
In the middle of the dungeon there was a pile the Prince’s clothes. The black fabric collapsing as the openings of collars and sleeves billowed out with rich black smoke. Ignis could only breathe again when he noticed a large lump in the center of Noct’s shirt move.
Thank the Holy Six. The prince must have somehow been transformed.
They are not new to the effects of being a toad, and it seems Nagas do favor turning one of their party into a frantic hopping thing at least once an encounter.
“Is he okay?” Prompto says, looking to Ignis, his eyes wide with concern.
“Probably, Gladio do you have a maiden’s kiss? I believe Noct may require one.” He starts reaching into Noct’s clothes to uncover the bump. It is best to fish his prince out.
“Tch, too bad we don’t have Lunafreya. In fairy tales doesn’t the frog prince get some?” He gripes, but he hands over the cure to Ignis.
Who’s so still it’s as if he’s petrified.
“Ignis?” Prompto questions.
Ignis pulls out the bundle and the other two gasp in shock. “I may have been incorrect about what exactly we’re dealing with…”
A piercing wail comes from the thing that Ignis reveals.  He cradles the crying, red-faced naked—
“BABY NOCTIS?”
“This is peculiar,” Ignis mutters. He’s never had to handle this type of situation before.
Prompto wildly gestures with his arms. “WE CAN’T TAKE CARE OF A CHILD!” he emphasizes strongly.   
“Hmmm.” Gladio ponders the kid. The brat still has a fluff of black hair and his wails stop at the wheezing sounds Prompto makes. It’s like he’s determined to be the loudest of the group. Not that Prompto needs any help. Noctis is a fat baby, though in Gladio’s very limited experience maybe all babies look like that. Maybe it means they’re healthy or something?
“I mean, a baby!” Prompto continues, even with Ignis balancing Noctis on his leg as he attempts to fashion some type of covering for the child. He decides to pull the T-shirt back over Noct’s head and knot together the shirt’s ends for the prince’s legs.
Prompto counts reasons on his fingers, “A baby sleeps all day, is a picky eater, is sulky and moody…” he trails off.
The men take a second to reflect on their prince’s behavior, at what exactly Noctis does everyday and start to feel their confidence come back.
“So….it’s like normal Noctis,” the gunman finishes.
Ignis stands, supporting Noctis on his hip while touching his chin. “Precisely.” How could Ignis doubt his own abilities?
Gladio just stares at the baby. Is Noct the size of a large or extra large cup-o-noodle?  “Well, either way we should scram.  This place isn’t best for the brat.”
“I agree, let us take our leave and find a way to return Noct to normal.”
Prompt picks up Noct’s stuff and the three make their way to the door. “Yeah we got this, let’s get out of here. ”
They, in fact, did not ‘get’ this.
Here are some pros and cons that Prompto forgot to consider.   
Pro: Noctis is fairly light and easy to carry.
Con: Their new battle strategy is Prompto booking it with Noct in whatever direction Ignis points while he and Gladio wail on anything that dares to follow them.
Pro: Noctis still loves to sleep.  And if you hold him, he’s actually a pretty good baby.
Con: You can’t put him down. Ever. He will scream the moment you try and Gladio has been carrying Noctis against his abs for an hour.  But whenever they try to switch or offer a crude sling for the baby, Gladio snarls at them to fuck off.
Pro: Noctis is a stupidly cute infant.
Con: Noctis appears to be about three months old… and is not potty-trained.
The moment they were first slammed with the smell, Gladio and Prompto turned to Ignis, their one and only hope.
“Just because I’ve been with the Prince the longest, doesn’t mean that has ever been a part of my duties.” Ignis sniffed glaring at the two. “No, if we are to get through this, gentlemen, then we must suffer together.”
In horror, Prompto looks to Noctis, and Prompto swears he’s evil because Noct takes one look at his face and sweetly giggles.
Later. Much, much later.
It’s been three days and still no cure for Noct. They’ve tried everything in their inventory and asked every outpost from Hammerhead to Lestallum. But nothing. Only coos and fawning over the little royal. Finally, after reducing their last source of information to making silly expressions for Noctis, Ignis decides it’s time to focus on buying necessary supplies for their new situation. A proper car seat since the Regalia is not safe for a child. Of course, Prompto and Gladio are determined to keep it when Noct changes back. Plus they need milk. Harvesting it from monsters tends to be tedious.
In addition, they are out of diapers.  
“Bro, I love you. I’d die for you,” Prompto hisses while he prods at Noctis little tummy, “But now I own you.  I own your soul, you hear me?  Anytime I ask for a favor, a photo, help with girls, help with Cindy, all I will have to do is say the word diaper.”
Gladio holds Noctis out of reach, shielding the child from Prompto’s bony fingers. “You know this stuff is handy if you do ever get lucky with a girl, Prompto. Chicks dig guys that are good with kids.”
It does seem to be true, especially in Lestallum as revealed by several adoring women. One of the older ones even said, ‘It’s good to see someone finally made an honest man out of you gentlemen.’ Apparently, it’s the status quo for the men to stay home and perhaps run the shops while the women get the real work done at the power generator. Someone’s got to bring home the bacon, right?
“I’m glad to hear such a mature statement from you, Gladio,” Ignis hands Gladio a bottle. It’s time for the Prince’s lunch. “Especially since you’re changing Noct next.”
“Aw, Specs, don’t be like that.”
“It’s only fair. Prompto and I have already had a turn attending to Noct’s needs.”
“Yeah!” Prompto yells.
“Alright, alright. Well, at least Noct at this size can’t get into much trouble.”
Of course, that’s when Baby Noctis decides this is the perfect time to warp right out of Gladio’s arms.
The gang thus decides to panic.
“Where’d he go?!” Gladio shouted.
“Noct? Buddy, Baby?????!!!”
“Over there!” Ignis points to an alley, several feet away from them.  He winces at the shape of the sidewalk as well as the trash almost leans over Noct. “Something must have caught his eye.”
Something turned out to be a shiny piece of sharp rock. “Get that out of his mouth, immediately!”
Prompto gets there first, hurriedly sticking his fingers into Noct’s drooling mouth, gross, so he doesn’t choke. Noct squirms in his grasp, whining over the loss of the object. He’s about to cry. Gosh, Prompto hates when Noct gets like this. Bouncing the boy lightly in his arms, he tries to stop the tantrum early.
“Shhhhh, shhhh. You’re a picky eater, remember, Noct? You don’t need that nasty rock.” The words are not enough to stop a shrill scream.
Well, at least things can get worse right?
A low drawl comes from Prompto’s left. “My, my. What an interesting turn of events.”
Oh. Come. On.
“No.” Prompto twists sharply, the action flipping Noct’s mood and making baby laugh. “No, no, no, no, noooooooooooooo.”
Just lounging against the brick wall like a creep, fedora tipped over one eye like the slimeball he freaking is; the chancellor of Niflheim slowly smiles.
“No. You turn around and go back from whence you came demon!” Prompto points further down the dark alley as if to give Ardyn ideas.
Oh, if only these fools knew. Ardyn’s smile grows larger, toothier. “It appears the prince has been met with an unfortunate, inconvenient fate.”
“That’s none of your business,” Gladio growls. He positions himself in front of the group when Ardyn takes a step closer to see the child better. The man pouts at the blocked view and Gladio sizes him up. He seems to be alone, but Gladio wouldn’t put it past him to have some guards in the awnings.
“True. But I could make it my business if you like.” The chancellor pulls off his hat to give a mocking sweeping bow. ��You might find my services and information helpful in this regard.”
“I wonder if the empire is aware of how freely you are with your services…” Ignis crosses his arms, fingering the daggers at his hips.  “Either way I believe we must decline.”
“Such a pity.” Ardyn puts back on the hat and starts strolling away.  “If only I could change your mind.”
Prompto clutches Noctis to his chest a little harder. “Well you can’t, so go away.”
“Very well. Have fun trying to find Mother’s Breath for the dear prince~” The man singsongs as he waves a hand in parting. Then, with relish, he starts mentally counting down.
One. “No. Come on, the guy’s the worst. We can do this without him,” someone whines.
Two. “What? You wanna be changing Noct’s diapers for god knows how long? We have no leads, Picture-Boy.”
Three. “In all my studies I believe I’ve never come across this Mother’s Breath as much as I loathe to admit it…the chancellor’s Intel could be vital.”  
There is a loud groan, and Ardyn barely stifles a deep laugh. These poor foolish lambs.  
“Chancellor Izuna!” The shout is ugly, but will do. “We’d like to reconsider.”
“Wonderful,” Ardyn purrs. “I knew you would see it my way.
­­­­­Ardyn’s connections seem to pay off for the group once again. In hours he presents a location for the illusive Mother’s Breath. A cave probably filled to the brim with daemons, it’s opening covered with thick moss.
“Remember the flower is small and fragile. In the depth of the cave it shall almost appear to glow white.” The group sneers at the flourish Ardyn ends with. But Ardyn does them one better, he provides a fourth party member since Noctis is down for the count.
“You know if the chancellor keeps paying me to babysit you idiots, I’m gonna have enough to retire early.” Aranea flips up her helmet with a smirk as she eyes the three men and baby.
“Miss Aranea,” Ignis ignores the remark, pushing up his glasses. “If you will please just watch over Prince Noctis while we—”
“Nuh-uh. Just cause pretty boy makes a pretty baby doesn’t mean I want the drool daemon anywhere near me. And the job’s to babysit you, not the prince.” She places a hand on her hip daring the others to argue with her.
“But if you’re coming with us, then who’s—” Prompto’s question dies on his lips.  The group turns to glare at the fifth person that breaks into the most deranged smile.
“Why me of course.” Ardyn makes grabby hands, “Now, give me the prince.”
“How about a Hell. No.” Gladio touches his sword in warning.
“Now see here. Do you truly wish to bring the prince in this state into a dangerous situation?”
“You are a dangerous situation!” Prompt explodes.   
Ardyn motions to the cave, “I’m sure the monsters in there would be thrilled to hear that you would rather take your chances with them.”
The impasse only stops when Aranea pokes Ignis in the side, “Come on. My services are bought by the hour and you don’t want to put them to waste. We go in, grab the bloody flower, and then go our separate ways.”
Ignis scowls, but approaches the smug man. “I cannot believe we are allowing the chancellor of the country that destroyed our own to care for the prince. Our country’s future,” he stresses.
“Come now, I have always been straightforward with my intentions.”
“Bullshit,” Gladio mutters.
Ardyn pulls Noctis from Ignis with a little resistance. Noctis looks confused, lifting a chubby hand towards Ignis’ glasses. “Besides when I want the prince dead you will know.”
“That does not reassure me,” Ignis hisses, stepping forward, intending to reclaim Noct, but Aranea tugs on the back of his collar.
“Stop your motherhenning and focus on killing things,” she corrals the trio into the cave.  The three look mournfully at the prince in their enemy’s arms. “And, hey, if the chancellor does do anything, I’ll help murder him for free.”
“I am still not assured,” Ignis states as the prince fades from view.
“Tough luck, Sweetcheeks.”
Ardyn waits a few minutes, until the echo of their footsteps ceases, before nuzzling the child.  What a pleasure. The man looks at the child in sheer amusement at the irony.  “You do exist to give me new fascinating experiences, my dear prince. Who would have thought you would give me an opportunity to be paternal?”
The child is so small. Buried in a crook of one arm, giving Ardyn a free hand to distract the babe with, as well as to explore the changes in the prince. The chubby cheeks, the wisps of hair, a button-like nose that Ardyn taps gently once in awhile. Prince Noctis has the widest eyes when he’s awake, yet barely makes a sound. What a considerate infant, how delightful.
“Then again, I doubt the gods will allow either of us to have children of our own. It is just not in the stars for us. I should treasure this experience instead of throwing you in the marsh to drown.” The man lets out a low chuckle that has the babe looking up at him curiously.  
“Ohhh, you are adorable,” Ardyn coos sinisterly. “And fragile. And weak. I wouldn’t have to do much, just leave you a few yards away to be devoured by the wildlife. To hear your cries and see the mess you’d make is incredibly tempting...”
Despite the vile fantasy, Ardyn’s fingers are careful as he pets soft hair. He rocks Noctis back and forth, looking around for a place beside the dungeon to sit. A large boulder at the opening provides a perch to rest as the prince reaches for the shiny ornaments on Ardyn’s clothes.
Tch, that won’t do. Many of his adornments are too sharp for such soft gums. He gives the child a knuckle to suck and sighs. “But I did make a promise. And what’s the point of killing a babe, when I could destroy a king? I’ve put so much work to keep you alive so you can fulfill your destiny. Honestly, I swear you’re my most expensive investment yet, dear Noctis.”
The name is rolled out, and Ardyn starts to dream. “Yet I’m sure you’ll be worth the wait.” His eyes darken and narrow at the prince in his arms. “I won’t accept anything less.”
And if his hold is a little more possessive, a little more defensive, well, at least Ardyn’s insured  no one is around to judge him.
“Hey Noct—”
“No.”
Prompto bulldozes on, “—Do you remember the time you spit up over Ignis when he tried to feed you something green?”
Noctis knows once the tirade starts, there will be no end and he’s this close from sinking his head in his hands…and crying.
“Please.”
“Or the time when you thought eating anything shiny was a good idea and you gave Gladio a heart attack cause you started to choke?”
“Yeah, thanks for that, Princess,” Gladio drawls, thumbing the top of his beer.  That shit was way too close.  But every painful thing was worth it to see Noct’s red embarrassed face now.  Ever since they shoved Mother’s Breath down his tiny throat, they’ve given him hell. That’s what he gets for worrying them silly. Of course the little shit should count his blessings they waited until the chancellor and Aranea were gone before his transformation. Heh.
“I will pay you to stop.”
“Or when we had to race to the nearest outpost cause you announced to the world that babies were pooping, peeing machines.” Prompto gets into Noct’s face to taunt only to be shoved away.
“Ugh.” Noctis stands up from the camp chair. “I’m taking a walk.” He stomps past their gear and into the moonlit night. He doesn’t care what lurks just outside of the haven‘s safety. If he gets killed by one of the monsters lurking in the dark, at least he’ll be safe from Prompto’s voice.
“Prompto, make sure the prince isn’t unaccompanied,” Ignis calls lazily from his chair, for once the retainer sits and rests from his labors. The cave was challenging. Rewarding, of course, but challenging. So he and Gladio contently watch the exchange, rather pleased that the prince is back to his normal adult state.
“Aye-aye, Iggy!” Prompto gives Ignis a quiet salute and gleefully chases after the prince.
Noctis hears footsteps behind him and groans loudly. “I will warp to get away from you, Prompto.”
“Awww, buddy, you know there’s nowhere I won’t follow you. Sure it’ll take me a while, ‘cause you’re faster than me, but I will find you.” He says this so cheerfully that Noctis feels a legit chill run down his spine. “But just in case…”
And he tackles Noct into the ground.
“Get off!” Noctis growls, enraged, spitting out dirt. They grapple a bit, arms flailing, Noct trying to get out, while Prompto overcomes the laws of physics to become an octopus.
Prompto gleefully states, “Nah. You’re comfy.” He rubs his head into the prince’s hair. Yeah, this is the best. Baby Noctis was freaking adorable, but Prompto can squish this version as much as he wants without shame.
“I hate you.” Giving up, Noctis slumps resigned to the desert floor. He tires way too easily. At least the sand isn’t hard. Plus that rock jabbing his ribs doesn’t hurt too much, score.
“Do you really not remember what happened?”
“Yeah.” Sorta. Noctis doesn’t remember things, but he does remember feelings. Not that he’s going to spill that to Prompto anytime soon. Especially when they’re the gushy type. Thoughts of being safe and warm, a laugh that rings in his ear, of the sensation of arms tucked around him, protecting him from all harm. Feeling…loved and precious.
Yep. Noctis is going to take those memories to the grave. Then he feels a wet lick sweeping from his cheek to his eye.
“What the—” He jerks surprised. There’s drool running from of the tip of Noct’s nose, and he brushes it away harshly. It is futile. Slopping spit returns in three seconds.
“Oh, it’s Umbra.” With the dog’s name, Prompto releases his hold so Umbra has more space to attack the prince.
“U-Umbra. Umbra, stop!” Noctis sits up as Umbra barks happily. Tail beating enthusiastically, he climbs into the man’s lap to go after his chin and neck. Only with many scratches and pets does Umbra allow Noctis to pull Luna’s notebook out from his neck pouch.
Cracking a soft smile, Noctis opens the book to see Luna’s message.  It’s been awhile since the last one. He freezes. No, please no. He turns to Prompto in utter betrayal.
“You told Lunafreya?” Noctis wheezes hoarsely.
“Told her? Now why would I do that?” The gunslinger gives a grin that strikes terror. “I’m a photographer and Lady Lunafreya only deserves the best of shots.”    
Noctis gasps. “How could you?” Okay. Prompto is enjoying this too much. “You horrible, waste of space, you dirtbag.”
“A dirtbag that changed your diapers, Bro.”
“You’re never gonna let that go are you?”
“Nope. Neverrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Prompto stretches the last sound obnoxiously. “But hey! It looks like Lunafreya did a trade.”
Noctis looks back down to the journal. Huh. Right there, nestled in the pages, is a faded baby picture. The baby is on their stomach staring up at the camera with huge eyes and a tuft of blond hair. There’s an inscription on the side in pen.
‘My maid was careful to save one of these. It’s one of the last I have of my childhood, but it’s a perfect price to pay for the treasure you’ve given to me. Thank you.’
“Awwww. I did good.”
“No, you didn’t.” Noctis takes the picture and tucks it carefully into the front pocket of his jacket.  Then, after kicking Prompto away so he stops reading over his shoulder, he jots a few lines to her in response.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Shut up,” he grumbles, patting Umbra once more. Sneaking one last lick, the dog trots back into the night.
“Hey, Noct?”
“Oh my gosh, what?” Noct huffs frustrated. Haven’t they messed with him enough already? First was the bloody car seat, next hounding him with all the baby gear and finally this. Though, if Noct is honest, he’s probably going to touch Luna’s picture in his pocket subconsciously for days.
An arm wraps around his shoulders. It’s warm and safe. The Six, what’s wrong with him?
Prompto’s head is turned away from him as if he’s shy. Hypocrite. “It was fun, but—” His voice drops to a murmur, “I’m glad you’re back to normal.”
“Me too.” A hesitant breath. “Thanks for…you know. Taking care of me and stuff.”
The arm tightens a bit and Noct feels stupidly grateful. “Anytime, Bro. Anytime.”
The moon rises above them. They’ll go back to camp in a minute. Just a minute.
Noctis really does have the best of friends.
It’s…nice.
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OC introduction
Will Barrett (rdr2)
Full Name: Will Barrett
Race: White
Class: Outlaw/ broke
Sexuality: Pan (but doesn't know it bc its the 1800s)
Age: 26
Physical Description
Gender: Male
Hair: Short, light brown
Height: 6’
Build: thicc but swole
Eyes: Hazel (depends on the day)
Scars: Scar round half his neck from nightfolk. Various gunshot grazes. once got stabbed in the hand during a drunken five finger fillet bet
Tattoos: Stick and poke sleeve on left arm.
Personality
Summary of their backstory.
An against the world attitude ever since he ran away from his parents' farm (too many kids they didn’t even notice) Worlds been throwing shit at him ever since. gains overconfidence because he somehow hasn't died yet 
“My best skill is surviving because I haven’t died yet so clearly I’m immortal” Takes it upon himself to make everyone smile once in his presence even if they respond by hardcore insulting him.
Do they have any mental illnesses?
Ptsd definitely. prolly adhd bc he forgets shit like a mother fucker, will start 15 chores and not finish any of them.
“Shit probably but who cares about that when people are shooting at you lmao”
How do they cope?
He doesn’t. To the frustration of himself and the rest of camp
Do they have any medical conditions?
“I have this thing where my neck scar will suddenly start burning to the point of my legs collapsing but that’s probably nothing”
Is medicine/ treatment available for them?
Honestly it’s probably psychosomatic and in 1899 he isn't going to bother with it.
How much do they care about their outer appearance?
11/10 He will bathe twice a week and is always doing laundry. miss Grimshaw appreciates him the most because he washes clothes the best.
What’s their “beauty routine”?
Beard is in perfect condition, has added pomade and stimulant to make sure of it. Makes his own soap.
What do they fear the most?
Spiders, it's a hindrance when it comes to checking out caves and abandoned places.
Their biggest flaw?
“My existence?” His self-esteem, not knowing when to shut up.
Do they recognize it as a flaw?
He recognizes his entire being as a flaw so idk
What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most?
Doesn't know his birthday exactly but I predict he’s a Libra Scorpio cusp with cancer rising and Leo moon. he has a Leo venus. Sagittarius Mars
What Harry Potter house would they be in?
“I’m a Gryffindor” he's a Hufflepuff
What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil)
Neutral good. He really just wants to live good and let people live good.
Do they have any hobbies? What are they?
He loves gardening and is crushed every time the camp moves because he has to start all over again.
Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?
He once visited new york in the summer and saw fireworks on the 4th or july he was in love. It's his favorite holiday but he will light off fireworks whenever he gets his hands on them. “That's why I loved that mayors party”
What’s their favorite season?
Spring, seed sowing season lol
Do they have a temper or are they level headed?
He is mostly level headed unless you completely got him fucked up (insult his partner, his family, THREATEN his family?) he will shoot you after telling you all the ways you fucked up
Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?
Both?? He hides behind half truths most of the time. But very blunt if he doesnt like you.
Are they a leader or a follower?
He’s a good team player but not necessarily a follower. Will question you if you give weird not good orders (dutch almost dropped him twice)
How do they come off to others?
Blunt and overconfident, charming in his way that even if you’re mad you won't be for long.
What first impression do they usually make?
You either want to punch him or hug him.
Do they prefer to travel alone or with company?
He likes traveling with people he trusts, and he prefers it to being alone. He will banter with himself if left alone for too long. (Camp has gotten concerned for his mental status a few times)
Would you describe them as selfless or selfish?
He cares more about his family than he does about himself. But would steal candy from a kid bc he wants it.
What do they find most attractive in others?
He just really loves peoples personalities and if ur nice and treat him and his family well he will find you attractive (also he rlly likes muscles on people)
Do they flirt often?
Yes, aggressively, too much, in a dumb way
Do they fall in love easily?
“No” Yes
What’s their love life like?
“Amazing” Awful, at least it was until he joined the gang
Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?
It really depends on the situation, he wants the least amount of innocent casualties. keyword innocent
What is their combat style?
“I have a shotgun for sticky situations, but my favorite are these metal knuckles i got from an old blacksmith friend, theyre bladed”
Do they sneak?
When the situation calls for it
What weapon(s) do they always carry with them?
Sawed off shotgun, Sighted rifles, bow & arrow (Charles made him one after a week of pestering)
Their most prized possession?
An old native American ring he was given after this old white drunk dude after sobbing about all the atrocities he's seen and passing out after handing him the ring saying he can't stand the weight anymore. Will dragged his passed out person into his tent and saved the ring as a reminder to try to help out everyone when he can
Favorite armor/ outfit?
Redshirt, black paisley vest, duster jacket over top.
How’s their aim?
“Its the fuckin best” It’s alright, not perfect all the time but still pretty good
Do their hands shake while aiming a bow?
It used to but Charles taught him how to keep steady
Their thoughts on killing to survive?
He does it because he has to but he’d really like it if people would just stop shooting at them
Does it take a toll on them?
Only when they were innocent and were just caught in the crossfire
Or do they shake it off rather easily?
“Fuck O’Driscolls
Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it)
Is only afraid he’ll die in a stupid way
Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them?
He’s good at looting houses and won't let things go to waste. Once stole an entire houses blankets because the girls were complaining about the chill drafting into their tents
Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track?
Ohhhh myyy goddddd. He was once riding from Valentine to Rhodes and stopped at every single herb he saw, even in the distance and was late bu a few hours than he meant to be back to camp.
How do they sleep?
“What is sleep?” He doesn’t, has to be dragged to bed or will pass out on his horse.
Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere?
Yes, he can’t sleep on the bare ground.
Are they a picky eater?
Not really just needs seasoning
Do they know how to cook?
Surprisingly yes, he taught Pearson how to use the sun to bake.
What’s their favorite beverage?
Rum, it gets him fucked up fast and tastes sweet.
Do they drink alcohol?
Yes
Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons)
He collects pressed flowers after Mary-Beth taught him how to do it. Arthur bought him a penny dreadful just for the purpose of pressing flowers because he got tired of Will sneaking off with his journal to do it.
Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them?
He nearly lost a leg to a bear trap.
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