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ech0lesss · 1 year

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If you're comfortable with it, could you make some headcannons for Streber x (Y/n) x Kevin? <3

FUCKK YEAHHHH WE NEED MORE KEVIN AND STREBER POLY CONTENT

If you wanted something more specific lmk! I couldn’t add a cut because I’m on mobile, sorry bout that, I’ll add it later but I don’t have access to my laptop rn.

Part 2 is out!

Word Count: 2,336

Proofread: The first half, yes

Content: Gn reader (they/them pronouns used), SUPA LONGG headcanons because there is a severe lack of these boys, reader gets fired from their job and joins candy club (not specified what job they had before), reader is a little gremlin for like 2 headcanons

Streber x Kevin Poly HCs

It was a late and rainy night and you needed shelter, and the only place that was nearby and open was the candy shop.

You walked in and started a conversation with the dude who worked there, mostly just small talk about the weather but he seemed tired and stressed out.

You asked him his name and he told you it was Kevin. Noticing his stress, you asked if he was alright.

“Never better.” He responded in a sarcastic tone. You sighed, asking if there was anything he could help with. He pondered for a moment, and said there were some boxes in the back he needed help moving.

You gladly helped him with his job, it was the least you could really do.

He thanked you for your help, and you stayed with him a bit to pass the time. You kind of got to know him a little bit, and you two got along well.

When the rain calmed down, you finally said goodbye and left him. You did think he was pretty cool and chill, you wouldn’t mind going to see him again.

So a week later you found yourself on another late night walking around town, bored out of your mind.

You saw the candy club again and decided to say hello to Kevin, maybe it’d make his day.

So you walked in and he greeted you, seemingly bored out of his mind.

You striked up a conversation with him just like last time, keeping him company. He seemed to enjoy it.

After a few weeks of coming over and just hanging out in his company, you started to get closer and closer. You could call yourself pretty good friends at this point, you swing by the candy shop about twice a week or so.

One day you got fired from your job due to the place you worked at ended up shutting down, so you were desperate for another one. You then had an idea, you could call up Kevin and see if they were hiring. You didn’t really have anywhere else to go, so you went to candy club and got a job.

It wasn’t so bad, you got to work with one of your friends, plus he seemed to really enjoy your company so it was a win-win.

One day someone walked in, a shorter looking person with dark hair and an alternative clothing style. He greeted Kevin by his name, so you assumed they knew each other.

Kevin greeted the man back, who’s name was apparently “Streber”, and they had a quick conversation you weren’t listening to.

Streber said goodbye and gave him a quick kiss, which caught you by surprise, you didn’t know Kevin was dating anyone.

You asked him about who he was, and Kevin said it was his boyfriend. They’d been dating for about a year and Kevin continued to ramble on about him. You weren’t listening to most of what he said, but you thought he sounded nice.

Asking Kevin if you all could hang out someday for fun, Kevin replied enthusiastically with a yes, you two were pretty close friends so he was decently trusting of you.

So one day you, Kevin, and Streber, decided to just go to a restaurant and hang out for a little bit. You were basically a third wheel to the pair, but you really didn’t mind.

The time you spent with them was fun, and you got to know Streber more as a friend. You even got his number so you could talk more, and Streber seemed to like you a lot.

Kevin liked how you and Streber got along, so he asked if you would want to hang out again with him and Streber. Of course you said yes, they were your closest friends at this point (and maybe your only.)

You three always talked everyday, almost every second occupied with them. You were like the golden trio. You had to say, deep down, you were kind of developing some small feelings for both of them. You would never say that to anyone, but you had to admit to yourself, you were.

It didn’t help that Streber was so touchy, or that Kevin was so cute. You wanted them both to yourself.

And over time, you found your tiny crush growing into an obsession. Oh boy.

You had fallen for both of them pretty hard, you could admit, but you didn’t know what to do with your feelings. You didn’t want to ruin their relationship or their image of you, of course not!

Meanwhile with Kevin, his feelings for you were growing, too. And he was too scared to admit his feelings to anyone, either, so he had to keep his thoughts safe. He loved his boyfriend, he really did, but he also liked you too.

Streber was also developing the same feelings for you. Though he may not have known you as long as Kevin did, he fell for you quite fast. He’s not always comfortable enough around someone to be so touchy with them, except Kevin, so when he found comfort in being around you just like he was with his boyfriend, he could tell that he was probably falling for you.

The couple didn’t know how to explain this to each other, they didn’t want to ruin their own relationship, but they were torn between you and the other. Of course they had no idea they both liked you and you liked them back, but Streber eventually found the courage to talk to Kevin about it.

Kevin was his boyfriend, of course he would be supportive about it! He always was, so was there much to be worried about?

(A/N: I kinda made a tiny little confession drabble right here, don’t mind me…)

“Hey, Kev? I need to talk to you about something.” Streber’s voice appeared from the doorway of their shared bedroom, where Kevin was.

“Sure, what’s up?” Kevin leaned back in his seat, a slight smirk on his face.

Streber sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I feel like theres something thats been going on and I need to tell you… promise to be understanding?” Kevin nodded, a little worried about where this was going. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“I’ll just say it…I think I’m falling in love with y/n. Well, I don’t know, I love you but I also love them at the same time, and I want be with both of you…” Kevin was in shock. He didn’t know how to react to this information, but inside he was happy to know that Streber felt the same way he did.

“Streber…I think I feel the same way you do. I think I’m falling in love with y/n the same way you are, but of course I still love you too.” “Really?” Streber had stars in his eyes. “Yes, really! I love you both.”

Streber was overcome with joy, he tackled Kevin into a snuggle attack while they ranted positively about the three of you all night long.

Now that they knew how each other felt, they were confident enough to try and confess to you. Kevin would actually be more shy about it, when Streber would be more enthusiastic and confident about it.

So one day, you were invited by Kevin and Streber to watch a movie and have a sleepover at their house. It might’ve been a thing for kids, but who cared, you were all having fun.

Streber and Kevin were caught up in a snuggle pile on the couch, while you sat on the floor before them. You admitted you kind of wanted to join their cozy snuggle pile, but you didn’t wanna be weird, so you just sat on the floor.

After the movie, they told you they invited you over to tell you something important.

(A/N: Another drabble because I want to 😌 this one’s longer so prepare yourself.)

The screen in front of you faded to black, (I love that song!) as the movie ended. “Man, that movie was pretty good.” Streber commented. “What did I just watch?” Kevin had a horrified look on his face. “Uh, a horror movie.” You replied playfully. “I know that, but Jesus, that was pretty gorey.” “Well duh, that’s the whole point of horror movies, silly!” Streber said.

Kevin smirked at his playful comment, but his smile dropped and blush was brought to his face as if he just remembered something. He leaned into Streber’s ear and whispered something, and Streber whisper-yelled “Ohh, right!” You had no idea what they were saying, but you didn’t wanna waddle into their business.

“Uhm, hey y/n?” Kevin asked. “Hmm?” “U-Uh, we need to talk to you about something, can you come sit up here for a moment?” Kevin asked. Whenever someone says that they need to talk to you, you always know it might be bad. “Oh, yeah, sure.” You prepared yourself for the worst as you sat up on the couch next to Streber, who was sitting next to Kevin.

“Hey, so, we just wanna tell you something, can you try to be understanding and on the same level as us? We understand if you respond negatively, but there’s just something we need to tell you.” Streber disclosed. You were starting to get really nervous about what they were going to say. “Okay, just spit it out please.” Streber took a deep breath, and blurted it out.

“Me and Kevin have been developing a crush on you, we both love you and each other.” Wow, ok. Not what you were expecting but it was better news than what you were thinking of. “Damn guys, did you really have to make it sound like you were about to confess to a murder? Jokes aside, I feel the same way about you two. I’ve been torn between you for awhile now, and I love you both back..”

Streber gasped in surprise. “Really!?” He squealed. “Yeah, really.” You smiled softly as he pulled you into a tight hug. Kevin sighed from relief. “Thank god.” He joined your group hug and you three snuggled the whole night in their bed.

It was safe to say you were dating the two now, in love with them both. Everyday you guys would talk, and when you got comfortable enough to move in with them, they would both be over ecstatic.

Kevin is the more shy one when it comes to any form of affection, he loves it but it’s just so awkward and he doesn’t know how to initiate it. His receiving love language is words of affirmation, he loves hearing you utter the words “I love you” in his ear. It makes him feel truly cared for. His giving love language is quality time.

Streber is definitely more outgoing and touchy, he’s very comfortable with PDA. He always loves being around you. His receiving love language would be gifting, and his giving love language would be physical affection.

Cuddle piles are a thing. Sometimes you guys just have a lazy morning where you all lay in a cluster of love.

I headcanon Streber as pretty short, so maybe like, 5’3-5’5 and Kevin as 5’8. Streber is most definitely a little spoon and Kevin a big spoon. Streber likes the comfort of being in the middle of you and Kevin though, while you two wrap your arms around him and keep him warm.

The only thing that Kevin likes about his job is that your there with him, it gives him comfort that he’s not always alone.

If you and Streber find yourself home alone for any reason, he’ll bug you in a loving way. If you ask him to stop, he always will. Most of the time you are both home alone, your both cuddling together.

If it’s the other way around and Streber isn’t home, Kevin likes to spend his time with you watching a movie or just watching you do your thing. If you want to cuddle he’s always up for it, but will almost never ask you. He just likes spending time with you, even if your not in the same room.

You three always love going out, whether it be going to a restaurant or a walk in the park, quality time together is always appreciated.

Sometimes Streber will ask if he should do something stupid and Kevin will always discourage it. You probably encourage the stupid idea and it almost happens.

For example, you guys are walking over a bridge and Streber says “Man, wouldn’t it suck if I jumped off of here right now.” “Streber, no.” Kevin groans, having to control his two gremlins. “I bet you won’t do it.” You remark.

That is actually probably your relationship dynamic lmao, see image below:

Kevin is the more protective one in the relationship. While Streber is the friendlier and more outgoing person, Kevin is like the guard dog. He might be a little overprotective but he wants to keep you two safe.

Someones staring at you or Streber a little too much? He’s glaring daggers. Someone gets a little too touchy? He’s gonna kindly put his arm around your shoulder and scoot you away.

Though he may try to be intimidating, I don’t think he could barely take a punch. Would never win in a fist fight.

Streber is more of a cat person while Kevin is a dog person.

Streber sends you random videos he finds funny. It could be a random TikTok of someone falling off a building or a fish meme, you never know 💀

Streber is literally just so kind and cute on the outside, but really he wants to wreak havoc upon the world.

Kevin is the dude who just doesn’t gaf anymore. On the outside at least, he’s more caring and protective when you get to know him.

I might make more hcs of these goofballs later but this should be enough to feed y’all for now. :D

Sorry this took a little while, I just went on vacation plus I didn’t expect this to get so long. Hopefully this one was okay, I feel it could’ve been better but it was long af so hopefully you guys like it or some of it makes sense.

#streber x reader x kevin #streber x reader #streber x kevin #kevin x streber #kevin x reader x streber #spooky month #spooky month x reader #kevin sm x reader #sm kevin x reader #streber x y/n x kevin #streber x you x kevin #echo writes

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altraes · 8 months

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Itachi goes for a haircut, gestures at his long hair — ‘I would like all of this cut off, please.’

Hairdresser Shisui dying a little inside :)

Itachi has lived with long hair most of his life, but it has become difficult to maintain these days – his work has him busy in that he cannot take care of his hair as much as it needs. So he decides to do away with it completely.

Itachi’s friend Kakashi owns the shop, and so he is a regular. But Kakashi assigns him another hairdresser this time – Shisui – who is new but ‘very capable’, he is told.

Itachi has misgivings, he’s about to get a major haircut, so he doesn’t want to ruin his look completely because of someone’s inexperience. But the man who is assigned to him comes to the room, has a charming, reassuring smile, kind words. His own hair is a lush mop of dark curls, catching the dim reflected light off of the mirrors in scatters.

Somehow, Itachi cannot protest. The next second, he finds himself sitting down on the chair without fuss.

Shisui asks him what he’d like even as – to Itachi’s surprise – he’s already taken off Itachi’s hair-tie, only after a barely there warning. He’s already sweeping his fingers through the strands, eyes fixed on it reverently. Itachi sees this in the mirror, feels each sensation and cannot speak immediately, astonished at his own unprompted speechlessness.

He watches, as Shisui gathers all of his hair in his fist, and looks at it as if checking its girth, before Itachi’s able to blurt out that he’d like a complete haircut. He returns to himself and shows a stock photo of a man with short hair in his phone, for reference.

Shisui eyes widen with shock. ‘What, really?? are you sure?’ Shisui asks – his hands have yet to leave Itachi’s hair – ‘but you have such… beautiful hair.’

Itachi feels a dull heat flare under his skin, finds himself blinking rapidly as he flusters under the words.

‘I’ve worked with so many different kinds of hair, but this is…oh, I’m sorry,’ Shisui laughs sheepishly as he lets go, his eyes filled with embarrassed mirth, and yet his gaze irrevocably returns to Itachi’s hair, the sides of his jaw. ’It’s just that– and don’t get me wrong,’ Shisui says, ‘I’m just surprised you’d want it cut off. Your hair is gorgeous.’

Itachi clears his throat, not being able to respond to the praise. When he finally remembers his words, he says, ‘it has become difficult to manage. I’ve been thinking of doing this for some time.’

Even saying so, for the first time in weeks, Itachi finally feels a weak sense of guilt, and perhaps regret. No, he had been feeling it the whole time, he realises, but had only repressed it. and now…

He has yet to calm himself from Shisui’s bold, shameless praises. It makes him second guess himself – perhaps it would be too drastic a change, too much. But it lasts for but a moment. He’s here for a reason, he can’t be wasting time getting distracted, that is.

‘I can ask for someone else if you are unwilling. But I have made up my mind.’ he tells Shisui, his tone broaching no compromise, he hopes. Shisui raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t respond otherwise. He smiles – in amusement, Itachi thinks in slight annoyance – as he reaches for the drawer and takes out a clean and sharp pair of scissors. And to his surprise, Shisui says, ‘Understood.’

Itachi blinks as Shisui gets to it, arranging some hairpins from a box on the mobile shelf he has beside him, gets a bottle of water for spraying, and an extra pair of scissors. He’s starting, Itachi realises, trying to ignore a strange sense of disappointment at the abrupt lack of protest from the other man. Its…irrational. how could Itachi be thinking on that line, he wants this haircut, he didn’t come here for praises.

Itachi tightens his hold on the chair’s armrests as Shisui unfurls a smock, and sweeps it over his body with professional ease, forms a firm tie under Itachi’s chin, clean and nimble. ‘Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable in any way,’ Shisui tells him, calm, quiet. Itachi bites his inner lip, wills himself to look away from Shisui’s reflection, whose friendly smiles have now blended seamlessly into professional.

They remain silent as Shisui works. His hands are fluid, firm as he nudges Itachi’s head to tilt to the side or bend down at times, but gentle as well. He combs through the few tangles here and there as he dampens Itachi’s hair with his spray.

Itachi is familiar with these motions, yet it’s as if he’s hyperaware and hypersensitive that day for no reason. Yet eventually, he realises that things aren’t quite going as he'd expected.

Itachi’s not a professional hairdresser, of course, but he knows the general direction one should take when cutting off long lengths of hair completely – it usually just starts with snipping everything off, before fine-tuning it.

Shisui does none of this – preps Itachi’s hair as if it’s getting a cursory trim, a gentle grooming.

The words are at his mouth, but Itachi stops himself. He swallows and trains his eyes elsewhere – his covered body, the bottles and other products displayed on the table and shelves, Kakashi and another employee working in the background on other customers.

‘Have you ever had it cut this short before?’ Shisui asks him, out of the blue.

Itachi almost jumps, but he replies with a, ‘No, this is the first time.’

Shisui hums, his eyes focused on his busy hands. ‘Your hair is thick,’ he remarks, then clears his throat, ‘I mean, even the individual strands. They must grow pretty fast, huh?’

Itachi nods, and Shisui stills his head with a firm hold.

‘Words,’ Shisui prompts.

Itachi’s wets his lips, his throat suddenly drying at that tone, and says absently, ‘They do. I have to return quite often for a trim.’ His gaze is fixed on the slight frown on Shisui’s brow as he concentrates, like a small fold on fabric. Then it smoothens with his words, a smile replacing it, ‘Well,’ he says, ‘I’m looking forward, then.’

Itachi closes his eyes, finds the way they’re conversing baffling – he’s never spoken in this way with a hairdresser before. He listens to the rhythmic snips of the scissors, moves in compliance wherever Shisui directs him, feels soothed by the gentle tugs on his hair, the phantom warmth of his hovering hands.

‘There’s a way I can make this easier for you.’

Itachi opens his eyes at that, ‘Hm?’

‘Your hair. I can make it, the volume I mean, thinner so it’s easier to manage.’

Itachi’s head is tilted to the side now, as Shisui snips away at his right. He’s only half listening, much of his attention lulled dim by the motions, his eyelids already turning heavy, ‘Hm,’ he responds, non-committal.

Shisui chuckles, ‘Are you falling asleep?’

Itachi sighs, ‘I’m afraid so.’ It has been a long day, after all.

‘I wouldn’t mind if you did, but you’d probably have to stay awake for this,’ Shisui says, tilting his head as he surveys the line he just cut off.

Itachi doesn’t respond. Even as he does wish to, he realises he’d rather stay awake, anyway,and notice everything around him: the dimming light of the day, the way Shisui moves. He notices, in some amusement, that barely any of his hair has been snipped off – he can see just a few centimetres length of discarded hair at their feet, but nothing more. And yet he doesn’t speak against it.

The lull is broken once in a while when Shisui asks him questions:

‘Which hair products do you use?’

So Itachi tells him the brand of shampoo he uses.

There is a pause, and Shisui asks, ‘…And? What else?’

Itachi gives him a perplexed look, ‘…That is all I use.’

Shisui literally stops working for a while, gazing at him in shock – his eyes are widened, doe-like in shape. They are beautiful like this, Itachi thinks, absently.

‘You’re not kidding, are you?’ Shisui asks, his voice sounding despaired.

To which Itachi shakes his head with a small smile.

‘I can’t believe this,’ Shisui remarks as he remembers himself and gets back to work, ‘this is unacceptable. Only shampoo? What about oils? Conditioners??’ he tsks and shakes his head, ‘Unacceptable.’

Itachi’s face has a full smile now, ‘I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need any of that.’

‘Well, clearly you don’t,’ Shisui says, indicating to his hair, ‘it’s already so nice without them, but imagine how good it’d look if you took care of it that way!’ He then makes a beleaguered sound, and Itachi bites his inner lip, trying not to laugh.

They continue in silence for a while, returning back to the same comforting lull from before. But at this point, Itachi is certain that he needs to say something, because all Shisui seems to be doing is snipping off a few inches of hair and nothing more.

After some time, when he’s about to do just that, Shisui asks him abruptly, ‘You mentioned you wanted to donate it, right?’ and he indicates by holding the mass of Itachi’s hair in his hand. His face looks to Itachi, waiting.

Itachi blinks, suddenly awake to the reality of it, ‘I…yes. Please collect it for me.’

‘Will do,’ Shisui chirps, clipping a layer of his hair out of the way and getting to the bottom layer, before gathering a sizable amount of strands and taking his scissors close to Itachi’s neck, ‘Here it goes. Are you ready?’

Itachi straightens at that, the comfort from earlier suddenly dispersing. He clutches at the arm rest, feeling at a loss for words, and his mind abruptly taking a break from helping him decide. He looks to Shisui, who waits patiently, but otherwise has no expression on his face other than being expectant.

Itachi remembers his expression when he’d first touched his hair – the look of wonder, his eyes wide, lips parted. Itachi swallows–

‘Wait.'

Shisui relaxes, but doesn’t move. ‘Yeah?’

‘I’ll have to think about this further,’ Itachi explains vaguely, ‘please just give it a trim. For now.’

Shisui smiles, a knowing look in his eyes which gets hidden as he looks down at Itachi’s hair. ‘Okay. Tell me how much to cut.’ And he gets to work without missing a beat, but with seemingly more resolve this time.

So he had been holding back earlier, after all.

Itachi thinks he should probably be annoyed – the hairdresser is supposed to obey to their client’s requests, not the other way around. But Itachi just sighs from his nose, settling into resignation.

‘This is unacceptable,’ he mutters.

Shisui smiles wide, looks like he’s trying his best not to outright grin in victory. He glances at Itachi’s face and says, ‘Hey, don’t give me that look, it was your choice, fair and square.’

‘Don’t push it.’

Shisui finally laughs at that, but doesn’t comment. Itachi can’t help but smile, too.

The end result is a few more inches being trimmed off. Shisui spends quite some time combing his hair, blow-drying it in a complicated and unnecessarily lengthy way Itachi has never witnessed before.

Soon, it’s finally done, and Itachi surveys his reflection – it’s the same look, and yet he looks and feels changed, somehow.

‘All good?’ Shisui asks him with a smile, a dimple appearing in his right cheek.

Itachi looks to Shisui, and says, ‘All good.’

#shiita #modern au #fluff #rough #and more detailed than necessary ><#i don't mean this literally but #this is how I imagine shisui using kotoamatsukami genjutsu in modern au xd #my writing

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mangoisms · 1 year

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chapter 5 of forever is a maybe (but i like our chances, baby) is up and posted and i'd just like to cut out what is some of my favorite dialogue from this chapter. no real spoilers either, just some Shenanigans!

“You could ask one of the assistant managers to get it for you,” Miyuki points out as Eijun leads you two into the lower levels of the stadium, where extra equipment, cleaning supplies, and other miscellaneous items are stored. Very little people are around, so the only noise is the soft sound of your footsteps, with the occasional squeak of the soles on the concrete floors. It’s a bit unsettling, but these sections are part of a larger area entirely off-limits to fans and the like, so it should be fine.

Eijun tosses a scandalized look over his shoulder. “That’s not what they’re here for, Miyuki Kazuya! Don’t be rude!”

“Sawamoron, you literally have two of them assigned to you to wait on you hand and foot. That is their job.”

“Well, I still feel bad! And don’t you see how creepy it is down here? Why would I want to make one of those poor assistants go through this? No! Strength in numbers!”

You chuckle fondly. “I’m not sure this park is old enough to have ghosts, Eijun.”

“You don’t know that! Gramps says we can carry ghosts with us sometimes.”

You frown. “Is that why I always see stuff in the corner of my eye whenever you come over?”

“Maybe!”

“Eugh.” You shudder.

Miyuki snickers. The industrial lights overhead flash over the lens of his glasses. “Don’t tell me you actually believe in ghosts. The country bumpkin I get but —”

“Hey, she’s like me! Tell him!”

You shrug. “I’m from Montana, which probably has more cows than people. I’ve been raised to respect the supernatural.”

He laughs hard at that. “Oh, my stomach hurts . . . You two are hilarious . . . Ghosts, please —”

As if on cue, the lights illuminating the long tunnel flicker.

“You’re upsetting the ghosts, Miyuki Kazuya,” Eijun whispers, annoyed, though he does take your hand, pulling you closer to him. “Say sorry.”

“I am not saying sorry —”

The lights flicker again.

“Kazuya!”

“Who am I apologizing, too, huh? What ghosts could possibly be here?”

“The ghosts of old!”

“Old what, you idiot?”

The look of incredulity on his face makes you want to laugh but you figure both he and Eijun don’t want you laughing right now.

“Old baseball, obviously!”

“What ghosts of old would want to haunt a place called T-Mobile Park? You think Babe Ruth is hanging around here when he could be at Yankee Stadium?”

“Kazuya!”

“Alright! I’m sorry, ghosts of old baseball!”

Another tunnel comes up on your right and all three of you flinch and skid to a stop when metal screeches loudly against concrete.

Several things happen in that moment. You, decidedly spooked, drop back at the same time that Eijun, using your left hand clasped in his right, pushes you back to stand behind him and Miyuki, while Miyuki’s left arm shoots out protectively over Eijun. In between all of this, somehow, your right hand ends up finding the back of Miyuki’s Nike track jacket, fabric clasped tightly in your hand.

A surprised worker meets your gazes, standing at the foot of a tall ladder, clearly having just moved it; at the top of the ladder is an open box in the wall, lines of wire exposed.

“Sorry,” the man says, getting over his shock first and gesturing to the box with a pair of pliers in his hand. “Electrical work.”

You know Eijun is sighing in relief at that but it’s not your imagination, either, when you feel Miyuki relaxing, too. Then you realize you’re still holding him and, with your face burning, you let him go.

He sends you a quick glance over his shoulder but you avoid his eyes awkwardly, shuffling closer to Eijun.

Looking back forward, he straightens his jacket. “Told you, Sawamoron,” he mutters, though it lacks any real heat.

Eijun ignores him still, saluting the man. “Thank you for your hard work! And sorry if we scared you!”

The man smiles, bemused, and shakes his head. “’S alright. No worries.”

The three of you continue on your way, all of you silently agreeing to not bring up any of that.

you can find the masterpost for this fic here!

#this is a little bit of a promotion but also i do enjoy the dialogue from this chapter A Lot and wanted 2 share #also kind of a sneak peek at what their dynamics might be when reader and miyuki make up :D #frmb**#miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x reader #daiya no ace #ace of diamond #daiya no ace x reader #miyuki x reader #kazuya x reader

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ohthehypocrisy · 5 months

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Hatterene for Pokemon Unite!

Season 1

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Prev: Cradily

With the spontaneous popularity of Gardevoir all the way back in Gen 3, each Generation has had a...questionable streak of throwing in weirdly humanoid pokemon that appealed to the lowest common denominator. That is, there are pokemon fans out there who like a pokemon for how closely...human they are.

Gen 8 is no different, giving us the hairy witch of the forest. Fun fact, most of its body is hair, as its real body occupies only the top half of its figure. That means that its hourglass shape is specifically meant to fool humans, and if this pokemon is your favorite, I’m sorry to say but it worked on you too.

But Hatterene won’t be fighting humans, it’ll be on Aeos Island, fighting to score the most points in Unite Battles!

Now, when you look at Hatterene, your mind instantly goes to something like ‘frail attacker’, (at least I hope it does...) but a closer look at its stats reveal the whole picture. While yes, she does boast an extremely high Sp. Attak stat, she also has surprisingly balanced defenses, and even a passable Attack stat if you can believe it. Hatterene is pretty versatile in its stat distribution, but she’s very lacking in HP and Speed. This suggests to me that Hatterene is built to protect itself and its territory from opposition, as she doesn’t seem to like people or pokemon getting close to her. Because she has the capabilities of both an Attacker and a Defender, I designated the forest witch with the role of an...

All-Rounder

Basic Attack - Melee/Sp. Attack

A lashing attack with hair. The range and critical hit rate of the move increases as the pokemon evolves.

The attack deals damage 3 times a second to all enemies in a short range near the user.

The pokemon’s critical hit rate starts out at 1.5x, then increases by 0.5 with each evolution. The range of the attack also increases by 50%.

Hatenna attacks by swinging around, flinging its locks in a wide area, damaging enemies with its bangs. Hattrem does the same thing, but it floats with psychic powers while doing so. Hatterene uses the long claw braid to attack nearby enemies. This physical limitation of the evolution line is why the basic attack range increases as the pokemon evolves.

Using your basic attack will not stop the pokemon from moving. Similar to Charizard, Hatterene and its evolutions will continue to move while using their Basic Attack.

As part of Hatterene’s ‘come any closer and I’ll cut you’ quirky attitude, her basic attack reflects her strong desire to maintain personal space. By whipping her hair back and forth, Hatterene not only establishes her territory in this way, but her psychic powers augment her strands, dealing scratching damage comparable to a wild bear claw attack.

Now, Sp. Attackers aren’t normally supposed to be able to deal critical hits. That was a universal rule until Inteleon was released. With its ability to force critical hits thanks to its Sniper ability, the door is open for other Sp. Attackers to get lucky. The Basic Attack gets better as the pokemon evolves, not only expanding in range but also increasing the odds of landing a critical hit.

It also grants a deceptive bonus to your mobility. As Hatterene is using her psychci powers to attack, she floats as she does so, meaning that she can attack wildly while moving about. This not only gives you offensive coverage but allows you to strategically retreat without giving up any offensive pressure.

If only she would share with us her hair routine...

Ability: Magic Bounce

When the pokemon receives damage from a ranged attack, a projectile is fired back as a counterattack. The counterattack damage increases as the pokemon evolves.

The counterattack projectile deals damage equal to 1.5x your Sp. Attack, regardless of the damage received by the ranged attack. It increases by 0.5x with each evolution, maxing out to 2.5x.

All ranged attacks trigger Magic Bounce, whether it be a ranged basic attack or a ranged move. Unite Moves are also reflected, if the Unite Move deals ranged damage.

There is a 0.5 second delay before Magic Bounce can counterattack again. The Magic Bounce counterattack is guaranteed to home in and damage the attacker, unless the attacker is momentarily invincible such as during the Score animation, or if the enemy is too far off-screen.

In addition to controlling the space around her with her hair claw, Hatterene’s Magic Bounce ability offers some firepower against opposing ranged attackers. Any attack, no matter how weak or strong, will trigger Magic Bounce to fire back a counter projectile, scaled to your own Sp. Attack, of course.

It starts out pretty weak, but just like your Basic Attack, the ability gets stronger as you evolve. When your full potential is unleashed, you’ll start dealing counterattacks equal to 2.5x your Sp. Attack stat at a minimum of 0.5 seconds.

Oh, yeah there’s a delay to Magic Bounce, which is admittedly a big weakness. Some attacks deal damage in rapid succession, more than what Magic Bounce can reflect, such as Venusaur’s Solar Beam or Espeon’s Psyshock. It also requires taking damage to activate, which is not the most helpful when your HP starts to get low. There’s also the fact that it doesn’t work on physical attacks, and you’d be surprised at what doesn’t count as a ranged attack in Pokemon Unite.

But for the most part, ranged attackers have had it too good for too long. An ability dedicated to countering them already gives Hatterene a valuable role in Pokemon Unite, so let’s see what else she’s got in store for us.

At the start of the game, Hatterene starts out as Hatenna. You can choose between Confusion and Disarming Voice as your first move. By Level 3, you’ll have learned both.

Move 1: Confusion - Area

For 4 seconds, a weak telekinetic field surrounds you. Enemies that are close by receive damage. If they are under the effects of any debuffs, the damage dealt is increased. 9s cooldown.

The range of Confusion is slightly larger than your initial basic attack range. It deals constant weak damage to enemies nearby for 4 seconds.

Damage is increased by 20% if enemies in range are also under the effects of any debuff. Debuffs inflicted by held items and battle items, such as Razor Claw or Slow Smoke, also count.

Hatenna’s reclusive nature manifests as a psychic field of pain that prevents others from getting too close to it. Yes, in addition to a basic attack that has good odds of dealing a critical hit, she also can summon a field of psychic energy that damages nearby enemies.

Confusion doesn’t last that long, but it has the ability to deal bonus damage to enemies who are suffering from debuffs, like Slow or lowered Attack, which are highly prevalent in the first minute of the game. You can even inflict these debuffs yourself with the Slow Smoke item or even your other move, Disarming Voice.

Move 2: Disarming Voice - Debuff

For 5 seconds, when the pokemon receives damage, a shrieking sound wave is launched at the attacker. The attacker has their movement speed reduced and will also receive increased damage from you for 4 seconds. 9s cooldown.

The attack is active for 5 seconds, during which, any attack received activates Disarming Voice. The attack deals weak damage, but the enemy will be inflicted with a weak debuff that decreases their movement speed and increases the damage they receive from your moves and basic attacks by 30% for 4 seconds. Magic Bounce coutnerattack damage is also increased.

Any attack will trigger Disarming Voice. If the attack was a ranged attack, Magic Bounce will also activate. Disarming Voice is a faster projectile, so the Magic Bounce Counterattack will deal increased damage.

The debuff inflicted by Disarming Voice stacks with the extra damage of Confusion.

While Magic Bounce is pretty weak until you start to evolve, Disarming Voice is like a momentary upgrade that gets you by until you gain enough EXP. It’s a temporary upgrade in that it’ll fire a counterattack after receiving damage, which not only lowers their movement speed, but also makes them much more susceptible to your other moves and basic attacks.

Disarming Voice, unlike Magic Bounce, will trigger when any attack is received, ranged or physical, so it’s slightly better in that regard. And since it makes the enemy weaker to all of your damaging effects, you can follow up with a wild wallop of your hair follicles or even finish them off with Confusion. Remember, Confusion deals extra damage to enemies suffering from debuffs, which is what Disarming Voice inflicts.

Of course, keep in mind that Hatenna is pretty weak herself, so she needs all the extra damage she can deal. At least, until she evolves into Hattrem.

At Level 6, Hatenna will evolve into Hattrem. At the same time, Confusion becomes either Psychic or Brutal Swing.

Move 1a: Psychic - Area

An active psychic field is enforced for 6 seconds, dealing damage to enemies nearby. The closer they are to you, the more damage they receive. Enemies with debuffs also receive more damage. 9s cooldown.

At Level 11, Psychic becomes Psychic+.

Increases the range and damage dealt to enemies.

Deals moderate damage to all enemies in range. Enemies that are very close will receive 3x more damage from Psychic. Psychic+ increases the overall damage by 1.5x.

Enemies afflicted with debuffs receive 30% more damage from the move.

With a better grip of your emotional powers, Hattrem utilizes Psychic to a much stronger effect than Confusion. Not only is it stronger than Confusion, it also deals radically increased damage to enemies that get very close to you. Psychic deals much more damage based on the proximity to Hattrem, which really helps out a lot against Melee pokemon that need to get close to deal the most damage, like Buzzwole or Lapras.

It also keeps the bonus damage dealt to enemies suffering from debuffs, so you can keep abusing Disarming Voice to harass enemies that get a little too frisky with you.

But perhaps you’d prefer to force the opposing team to maintain social distancing. In which case, Brutal Swing is the move for you.

Move 1b: Brutal Swing - Hindrance/Area

Swings your hair around wildly, knocking away all enemies nearby and stunning them briefly. The range of this move increases when you evolve. If the enemy had a debuff, the damage and duration of stun increases. 7.5s cooldown.

At Level 11, Brutal Swing becomes Brutal Swing+.

Extends the duration of debuffs enemies are afflicted with. Also reduces the cooldown of the move.

Shoves all enemies nearby away from you and stuns them for 0.5 seconds. The range doubles after evolving.

Enemies afflicted with a debuff will receive 2.5x more damage and 1 second of Stun instead.

Brutal Swing+ extends the duration of debuffs by 1 second on all enemies damaged by this attack, even if the Shove was blocked by hindrance protection.

In addition, Brutal Swing+ lowers the cooldown to 6 seconds.

Now, everyone is entitled to their own comfort zone, just don’t react so violently when it gets invaded, like li’l ol’ Hattrem here. With a wild swing, Hattrem uses her hair to knock back everything and everyone away from her, and she hits so hard that it Stuns enemies briefly.

Controlling the area with Brutal Swing is far from unique in Pokemon Unite, as Blastoise and Snorlax are very effective at stunning and shoving enemies away. Brutal Swing is unique, however, in that it’s much more effective when damaging an enemy afflicted with a debuff. Not only does it deal more damage, enemies get Stunned for much longer, and it works with any debuff. Its low cooldown also makes it easy to use, especially as Brutal Swing+ gains a reduced cooldown for part of the upgrade.

Now granted, you do have to be actually close to the enemy to hit them with Brutal Swing, even after evolving and expanding the range of the move, but it’s a solid answer to Speedsters that like to bob and weave on their way towards you. Disarming Voice is doing a lot of heavy lifting to not only augment Brutal Swing, but your Magic Bounce ability as well.

Eventually, Disarming Voice will become outclassed in terms of damage and effect as the game goes on. At that point, you have to start grinding more EXP to become a fully realized witch of the wicked woods.

At Level 8, Hattrem will evolve into Hatterene. At the same time, Disarming Voice becomes either Psycho Cut or Magic Powder.

Move 2a: Psycho Cut - Debuff/Ranged

For 6 seconds, when receiving damage from a ranged attack, a blade of psychic energy is launched back. The blade travels fast and in a straight line, capable of damaging multiple enemies. On hit, the enemy has their movement speed reduced and they become more susceptible to critical hits for 6 seconds. Each hit has a high critical hit ratio. 11s cooldown.

At Level 13, Psycho Cut becomes Psycho Cut+.

The critical hits become piercing damage and the size of the projectile increases.

The psychic blade projectile is launched as a counterattack when a ranged attack or move deals damage to you while Psycho Cut is active. This blade projectile flies in a straight line aiming towards the attacker, but the projectile can miss if the attacker dashes out of the way with a move or is far away enough that they can sidestep it.

The blade projectile can damage multiple enemies as it travels. Each hit has a 25% chance of being a critical hit.

On hit, the Psycho Cut counterattack inflicts a 35% Movement Speed debuff for 6 seconds. The enemy will also be 25% more likely to receive a critical hit from all of your attacks.

Only ranged attacks will trigger the counterattack. As such, both Psycho Cut and Magic Bounce will activate at the same time. Just like Magic Bounce, Psycho Cut has a 0.5 second delay between counterattacks.

Psycho Cut+ makes the critical hits deal piercing damage when they hit, dealing damage ignoring shields. In addition, the projectile blade widens, making it more likely to damage enemies as it travels.

Only one projectile is fired as a counterattack, just like Disarming Voice. When this happens, the move ends. You have 6 seconds to get hit to activate Psycho Cut.

Now this is some real firepower! Psycho Cut runs on the same stipulation as Disarming Voice, in that you need to activate the move and then get hit to actually use the attack. But for what it gives you, it’s more than worth it.

First off, while Psycho Cut fires a projectile that travels in a straight line, it does mean that the move becomes slightly less accurate, even with its increased speed. But when it hits, the enemy is in for a world of hurt. Not only does the move have a high critical hit ratio, it also inflicts a movement speed debuff and makes the enemy much more susceptible to critical hits overall. That means that all of your moves, and even all of your allies moves, have a higher chance of dealing critical hits to enemies hit by Psycho Cut.

Because the counterattack is a projectile rather than a homing attack, this also means that multiple enemies can get caught by the blade as it’s launched. This becomes easier with Psycho Cut+ widening the projectile blade when activated. Speaking of which, Psycho Cut+ turns all critical hits into piercing damage, turning around fights against enemies that are too well protected by their shields.

As mentioned before, Psycho Cut does become a little more inaccurate as the projectile can be dodged if it’s seen coming. But for what it’s worth, Psycho Cut can easily put down aggressive enemies that don’t respect women enough to not handle them so roughly.

But maybe they need some corrective behavior instead. And for that you’ll need a bit of Magic Powder to make it work.

Move 2b: Magic Powder - Buff/Debuff

Scatters a cloud of psychic powder all over the area, affecting you, your teammates, and all enemies in range for 7.5 seconds. When enemies receive damage from your Magic Bounce ability, the damage received is increased. When a teammate receives damage from a ranged attack, a projectile is fired back as a counterattack. Your Magic Bounce ability is more effective at dealing counterattacks for the duration of the move. Restore some HP when an enemy is KO’d by Magic Bounce boosted by Magic Powder. 11s cooldown.

At Level 13, Magic Powder becomes Magic Powder+.

Expands the range of the move and increases the damage received by Magic Bounce.

Magic Powder applies a buff to you and your allies and a debuff to your enemies. Allies that receive Magic Powder gain the Magic Bounce ability and can deal counterattacks to enemies using ranged attacks. The counterattack uses your Sp. Attack to deal damage.

Enemies affected by Magic Powder receive 2x more damage from Magic Bounce counterattacks received from you and your allies. Magic Powder+ increases this to 2.5x.

If an enemy is KO’d by Magic Bounce while Magic Powder is active, Hatterene restores 15% of her HP.

Magic Bounce normally has a 0.5 second delay between counterattacks. While Magic Powder is active, this limitation is unleashed, affecting you and your teammates that are under the effects of Magic Powder.

Magic Powder has a wide reaching range as it is meant to affect both allies and enemies. Magic Powder+ increases this range by 25%.

Magic Bounce is a really good ability, so why not share it with your allies? Magic Powder grants your allies their own Magic Bounce ability, allowing them to reflect damage received from ranged attacks. The counterattack damages scales with your own Sp. Attack, so the higher you make it, the better off your allies will be.

Actually, they’re a lot better off with Magic Bounce covering for them, as Magic Powder also cranks up the ability’s counterattack power. Magic Bounce normally has a 0.5 second delay between counterattacks, but Magic Powder removes this limitation, allowing your Magic Bounce ability to overclock for you and your allies. All of a sudden those rapid fire attacks are returned in full, and depending on who you’ve covered in Magic Powder, you’ll outlast the entire enemy team.

But what happens if you cover the enemy in Magic Powder as well? Since Magic Powder augments everything about your Magic Bounce ability, enemies covered in that psychic glitter will find themselves receiving more damage from your counterattacks. Not only that, Magic Powder heals you if you successfully KO an enemy with your Magic Bounce counterattacks. This is a really crazy move.

The only real downside to this attack is that, well, actually, there’s a major weakness that has yet to be covered in detail. Magic Bounce, for its offensive and defensive capabilities, does not protect Hatterene from hindrances, nor does it reduce any of the incoming damage received to activate Magic Bounce. Yes, all of these boons certainly make Magic Bounce sound busted, but Hatterene is not the bulkiest pokemon to take advantage of the ability. She has average bulk for an All-Rounder, but she can be easily overwhelmed by the opposing team if you don’t have the appropriate back-up or a proper plan of attack.

Overwhelming a Hatterene is the last thing you want to do, however. The species is very famous for its violent emotional outbursts, after all...

Unite Move: ESP Eviscerator - Area

Launches a condensed beam of psychic energy in the designated direction, stunning enemies for the duration of the move. The user will then slash with their claw violently in the designated area, greatly damaging all enemies in range. This Unite Move has a high Critical Hit ratio.

The beam is launched in the designated direction and deals damage. Enemies hit are Stunned for 3 seconds, which is how long the attack is.

On a successful hit, Hatterene will then lash with its hair claw in a large conical area directly in front of it. Think Absol’s Unite Move, but slightly smaller.

The Stun effect can be blocked or cleared with hindrance protection, but the second part of the Unite Move will still activate.

If the beam fails to damage any enemy, wild pokemon or otherwise, the attack will end.

Other enemies can be damaged by the second part of the Unite Move if they weren’t hit by the initial beam attack.

The critical hit ratio of the Unite Move is 40%.

For Hatterene’s ultimate attack, she unleashes her full emotional fury at everyone in front of her, in the form of a powerful psychic blast. This psychic blast hits really hard and stuns enemies for the entire duration of the attack. But it doesn’t stop there, as Hatterene immediately follows up with a storm of psychic slashes courtesy of her wicked weaves.

It’s a straightforward Unite Move and it doesn’t last very long, but the entire attack boasts a heightened critical hit ratio, making it occasionally deal more damage than normal. The Stun effect is also powerful enough to leave the opposing team helpless if they get hit, but it’s only a basic hindrance, which can be cleared by Full Heal or other hindrance protection. Still if the attack hits something, the rest of the move will follow through. But if the initial beam misses, Hatterene will save her emotional outburst later, but you’ll still be short some Unite Move Charge.

There’s a particularly nasty combo with this move and Psycho Cut, as the counterattack effect of the latter move increases the likelihood of critical hits happening. Combined with ESP Eviscerator’s high crit rate, and the Unite Move is practically guaranteed to deal massive damage. Psycho Cut+ turns all of these critical hits into piercing damage as well, making your enemies regret ever laying their hands on you.

Yes, beware the wily witch of the woods, lest you find yourself ripped apart by her psychic strands of silky sashays.

Achievements

Deal 8,000 damage or more through Magic Bounce to the opposing team in a single battle.

Because of Hatterene’s unique ability to fight back fiercely against ranged attackers, the achievement is centered around the Magic Bounce ability and how much damage you can deal to enemies with it.

Now, 8,000 damage may seem like a lot, especially since you have to be hit to actually activate the ability. This achievement is not only a test for the player to play offense, but also to play defense. It’s easy to get hit, but it takes skill to stretch out a single life, balancing dealing damage and letting Magic Bounce do half the work for you. You can sit there and tank the hits, but you’ll have better odds nabbing this achievement if you fall back and heal back to full in order to do it all again.

See, as an All-Rounder, Hatterene plays both offense and defense, and she can do all of that with one ability. But to do well in both, you have to know when to be on the front lines and when to make a tactful retreat. It’s a lot harder to rack up Magic Bounce numbers if you spend most of the match stuck in respawn.

The most optimal way to get this achievement is simply to level up and evolve fully as soon as you can, then pick your battles carefully from then on. You gotta know which enemies are packing heat, and which ones are packing muscles, and by that I mean identify who’s running ranged attacks or not.

All-Rounders are at their best when they’re covering multiple roles, just as intended.

Holowear

While designing holowear for human shaped pokemon is pretty easy, all thing considered, Hatterene is a little unique in that, uh, it doesn’t really have figure to speak of. I mean, yeah she’s got curves for days, but that’s all hair, and I’d say she’s already very well dressed for a emotionally dysfunctional madam.

But we do have to make money somewhere, so we need to try our best. For starters, with a body full of hair, you can’t go wrong with Flowery Style Holowear that decorates Hatterene in hair clips like a Christmas Tree. Speaking of which, Festive Style Holowear would also work, wreathing her in lights and ribbons and even a glowing star topping her hairy hat. Salon Style Holowear gives Hatterene a flashy pair of glasses and a belt loaded with hair care paraphernalia like scissors, a hairbrush, and a blow dryer. Or you can opt for a more professional look with Professor Style Holowear that gives Hatterene a pair of studious glasses, a business coat, and a satchel full of books. And lastly, we can play dress up and give Hatterene the Princess Style Holowear that gives her a big bouncy dress and one of those conical hats medieval ladies used to wear all the time.

I imagine that Hatterene would absolutely murder you if you were to try to comb its hair, so we should consider ourselves lucky that Holowear clothing is all fake. Now she can look pretty without jeopardizing anyone’s safety. Well, except for the enemy team. Gotta slay while slaying, know what I mean?

Strategy

The key to playing Hatterene well is about balancing offensive pressure with defensive footholds. When you play as Hatterene, you are very well equipped to deal with both melee and ranged attacks thanks to your Magic Bounce ability and your basic attack. That said, Hatterene is susceptible to disruptive moves and hindrances, just like any other pokemon, so its important to prolong your gameplay as much as possible and avoid being KO’d and waiting in respawn for too long.

Confusion should be the first move you learn as the early game mobs are easy to deal with up close. Disarming Voice won’t be all that useful against the inital swathe of Bunnelby in Top and Bottom Lane. Now, it may be tempting to call the Central Area, but you would rather have an ally to partner up with as your initial stats are very weak. Clearing out Central will take a long while with your early game build, so it’s better to build up EXP in either Top or Bottom Lane so that you can evolve and be better equipped to fight Wild Pokemon later on.

Supporters are going to be your best friend, especially if you run into ranged attackers in the middle of either lane. Your Magic Bounce will fire back an unavoidable counterattack when you are hit by their ranged attacks, but remember, you’re receiving damage to activate the ability, so some healing or shield buffs will greatly improve your odds of winning the fight. But even with shields and/or healing, you’ll be in trouble when the opposing Jungler decides to show up in your lane. To best improve your chances, you need to prioritize farming over fighting, so try to outplay the enemy team and steal their EXP with your moves and basic attack.

When you do evolve, however, you need to pick between Psychic or Brutal Swing. Even though both moves are effective against melee attackers, both attacks have different circumstances where they are most useful. For example, Psychic deals increasing damage to enemies that get too close, which can be amplified by debuffs inflicted with Slow Smoke or from your allies other moves. Psychic is ideal for handling Defenders and Bulky All-Rounders, as it is worth it to wear them down as much as possible, even with your personal space being violated so grievously. Brutal Swing, on the other hand, is useful against fidgety Speedsters that like to dance around and give chase to you and your allies. Because of their high burst damage potential, Brutal Swing is best used to put some distance between you and the enemy. It’s also useful for separating Supporters from the enemy team, making it easier for you and your allies to pick the opposition apart.

If you play it well with either Psychic or Brutal Swing, you’ll find yourself leveling up quickly, enough to evolve from Hattrem to the graceful Hatterene. This evolution comes with another movepool choice between Psycho Cut and Magic Powder, both with similar uses and applications but different effects. Psycho Cut arms your Magic Bounce ability with a single blade that, when activated, makes the victim or victims slower and more susceptible to critical hits. It’s a big score if you can hit multiple enemies with this effect, as you and your team can start dealing heavy damage with the increased likelihood of landing those crits. Magic Powder, however, can send your Magic Bounce ability into overdrive, as it removes Magic Bounce’s 0.5 second delay between counterattacks, allowing you to gravely punish dangerous attacks like Decidueye’s Razor Leaf or Mewtwo’s Psystrike. The more pokemon you cover in Magic Powder, the better, as it grants your allies their own Magic Bounce ability for a short while and makes enemies receive more damage from the counterattacks.

Of course, this only works if the opposing team runs a moderate amount of projectiles. It’s extremely rare to fight an entire team without a ranged attack, which would admittedly nullify over half of your moveset, but this foolish endeavor makes the team super weak to ranged attacks on your side, so you win some, you lose some. I mean, imagine an entire opposing team refusing to run ranged attacks just for you. Imagine how badly they’d want to nerf themselves just to render you useless. Enjoy the crushing defeat, I guess?

Now, it was mentioned briefly, but Magic Bounce’s counterattack scales with your Sp. Attack stat, so the higher you make it, the better off you’ll be at dealing return damage. Of course, a high HP stat would also help you tank those hits better, so maybe Buddy Barrier or Aeos Cookie would be good items to run. Knowing when to dive in and when to retreat is also important, so modifications to your speed are also crucial, though you can patch up your movement with X Speed in a pinch. Aside from the Attack stat, Hatterene greatly benefits from all the stats you can increase, so plan your build carefully. Maybe retreat into your witchy hut to calculate the best possible formula for victory.

There’s a reason people used to burn witches at the stake, because allowing them to get away opened them up to the possibility of a most painful and grievous revenge ploy further down the line. When you cross a witch, you’ll be hit with a painful hex for the rest of your life, so be careful when you step into this vibe checking fairy tale lady’s territory, or else you’ll be turned into a pitiful frog (unless your Greninja, in which case, run Surf instead of Water Shuriken).

And that’s Hatterene for Pokemon Unite! Now, if you’ve noticed the weird formatting in this post, it’s because this draft was made before Tumblr updated the post creation system. I don’t know what’s different, but I do know that old drafts can’t be edited in the same way as new posts can. I could’ve updated the entire post, but that would’ve meant copying and pasting the entire thing onto a new post, including the links and images used.

Anyway, that’ll be it from me. Season 3 continues next week with another one of my favorites. Until then, see ya!

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cryptkillo · 2 years

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The Short End.

Author’s note: Sorry that I’ve been like… dead… lol… uhm, so this is kinda angsty, hope that’s fine. Also I’m so sorry I can’t put a cut to keep the post shorter on your feed, mobile is so evil. It’s also 5 am as I’m writing this, so it’s not proofread.

Content Warning(s): Unrequited love.

Everything fell apart for Kaeya, it always did. It was an undeniable truth that he was always destined to fail. Yet here he was grasping onto what he thought could be his first victory. The way you smiled at him always had his heart pounding, and he wondered if your heart thumped against your chest too. His eyes would always shine in a proud way when you looked at him. He was reaching out to you. Would you reach back?

The Cavalry Captain stared at his hands with a lovesick smile. The spaces between his fingers were where yours fit oh so perfectly. The giddy feeling bubbled up in his throat as he clenched his fist. Kaeya desperately yearned for you, so much so the other knights took notice. All they could do was watch as he fumbled his way through his feelings, recklessly being unaware of the lack of yours.

Now, Kaeya knew that one day something would come along just for him. Something that would never fail to lighten the load, lighten the mood, and brighten his day. But he was just so unlucky, wasn’t he? Nobody loses everything though, right? Kaeya was a loser, he was always losing things he loved.

He lost again. Why didn’t he see this coming? The sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks as he made his way to Angel’s share. Were you in danger-? No, no you didn’t sound in pain, but rather....? A hand shot up to cover his mouth as he peeked into an alleyway, finding you pinned giggling against the wall, somebody’s head buried in the crook of your neck. Eyes fluttering halfway closed, you looked at the red haired male pulling himself from the comfort of your warmth. Diluc Ragnivindr.

Kaeya was calm. Kaeya was charismatic. Kaeya was suave.

In this exact moment, though, he was none of these. Kaeya, who usually ran cold, was boiling hot. He choked whatever nasty feeling was rising in his throat right back down. You were the one he wanted, you were the one he was supposed to win with. So how come he lost you too?

His breathing steadied. He turned on his heel, and walked away, trying his hardest to just block out your voice. Kaeya’s already lost so much, so he should be used to it. So why did seeing you with somebody else hurt so damn bad? His eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath. Kaeya was always so reckless in the eyes of his peers, and maybe they were right.

Kaeya always drew the short end of the stick.

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vollzz · 8 months

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as promised, here’s a scene from blackflame (very much in the conceptual phase), from the third arc/book. it’s ~1k words and will be below the cut! appreciate being indulged for my silly idea heehee.

brief context: Eves and Calliope are conducting an investigation into [redacted]. they’ve just spoken to someone and Eves has whisked them away to a remote forest-y location to debrief and discuss next steps. I’m writing this in the present tense because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . also HUGE NOTE: so I wrote this in google docs where each paragraph was a bullet point but they didn’t paste as such >:( I’m on mobile and I’m too lazy to re-add the bullets sorry. this is very stream-of-consciousness so definitely do not read it as a polished thing, lol. the lack of description is mostly because I don’t even really know what they look like at this point -_-

welcoming any and all comments/questions/reactions. even if you hated it, that’s valuable insight for me when planning for the future arcs!! :)

“It’s imperative that we consider-“ Eves whips their head towards the empty clearing, which has suddenly become occupied by two extraordinarily muscular women. The shorter one stands a few inches smaller than Calliope, while the other is about the same height as Eves, perhaps an inch or two taller.

The shorter woman seems to have an underlying complexion similar to Calliope’s, though it’s been deepened by years of standing in the sun’s grasp. She looks like a soldier, but her armor is surprisingly light - just a few pieces of worn-in leather cling atop the clothing on her shoulders, thighs, and midsection. The other woman wears a flowing long-sleeved shirt and pants in a matching emerald green silk, no armor to be seen. Deep brown hair is bound atop her head, the length of it stopping to hang just below her shoulder blades.

They’re both armed to the teeth - blades, knives, a sword in scabbard each. Though the taller one also has an enormous bow strapped to her back. Calliope realizes who she must be when the shorter woman brushes a lock of black hair from her face, revealing glowing green lines on her left forearm. Samira.

Eves doesn’t speak; as soon as they realize who it is they turn and disappear, clearly about to appear before Calliope and whisk them away. Samira, gigantic bow somehow already in hand, lets loose an arrow aimed at the air next to Calliope.

Eves appears, is blown backwards as the arrow pins them to the trunk of a tree, having landed just under their right collarbone. They grunt in pain through gritted teeth, staring daggers at Samira. Calliope is freaking out but rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.

“Next time I aim for her head.” Samira’s voice is deep, brutal, commanding.

“Eves?“ It’s frantic - Calliope still hasn’t moved, her eyes glued to Samira, who has an arrow already loaded and aimed at her. Eves scoffs, wincing as they remove the arrow from their body and toss it to the ground. Despite the injury they languidly return to their previous position, keeping a healthy distance from Calliope.

“Not to worry, young one,” Samira says to Calliope as she slowly lowers her weapon. “We cannot truly kill one another.” Silence falls for a few moments.

“What do you want?” It’s Eves - Calliope hasn’t heard them this pissed in a long time.

“I come to propose a duel.” The bow has now been stowed away, though Samira keeps a watchful eye on the two of them as she gestures to the woman beside her. “With me is my champion, Maia. Calliope, given what I’ve heard, is to be yours.”

Eves pastes on that calculated sneer of theirs. “Have you gone insane?”

“We have honor and glory, Eves, unlike your assemblage of prostitutes. I have need of something, and very well could simply take what I want. A duel, however, is far more equitable.”

Equitable is not what Calliope would call a duel with someone granted blessings to excel in every type of combat imaginable. She’s not going to say that, though - she’s not going to say anything.

“We refuse. Take your leave.”

[there is a conversation here that would be 90% redacted. instead, just know that Samira successfully goads Eves into attacking her in a blind rage.]

Eves extends shadows along the ground surrounding Calliope - she uses them to cloak herself with invisibility as Maia approaches. They launch themselves at Samira, who is clearly enjoying the altercation. The two trade blows, but a sense of unease settles on Calliope in the way Eves seems to be putting far more effort into their assault than Samira.

Calliope, on the other hand, has begun to dance around Maia, largely unheard due to her silent steps. Maia doesn’t seem particularly stressed, which is rather unnerving. She’s drawn her sword but stands largely still, balanced on the balls of her feet.

Calliope tests a blow. She strikes Maia with a kick to the back of her right knee. It connects, causing her to stagger momentarily, though Maia nearly instantaneously whirls to swing her blade towards Calliope, missing her by a hair’s breadth despite her invisibility.

That’s a bit stressful, but Calliope’s been training a lot recently and has some newfound confidence. Once again, she circles, and this time drags a knife along Maia’s side. Maia jumps from the blow the moment it touches her skin but doesn’t fight back, her eyes and head now scanning the shadows surrounding her.

Okay. I can do this. I’m silent and invisible. I’m a predator. I don’t have to kill her, just incapacitate her.

Calliope is wholly focused on her battle - she can’t pay attention to Eves right now but hopes they’re doing alright. She dives again, this time hoping to sweep Maia’s feet out from under her, knock her to the ground and take the advantage from there. She strikes.

Maia sidesteps, dragging her sword upwards with the movement. The dagger in Calliope’s right hand falls to the ground, and suddenly Calliope feels a blinding pain. Her grasp on her shadows fades and they scatter from her body. She looks down to see that the four extended fingers on her right hand are now bloody stumps. There’s a noise from behind her-

Eves turns, feels the tug of blinding pain in their consciousness. They meet Calliope’s widened, bloodshot eyes. Gleaming silver dripping with scarlet sticks out from Calliope’s chest before Maia swiftly dislodges it, kicking Calliope to the ground.

Samira takes the opportunity to strike Eves - their head hits the grass just as Calliope does. A heavy boot pins Eves’ head down. Eves cannot stop screaming Calliope’s name, extending a mangled, jeweled hand towards her choking body.

“You’re to do intensive training tomorrow morning, Maia,” Samira’s voice booms from above.

“That was far too sloppy.”

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I will not add the tag list because this is just, like, so far removed from the story as I’ve painted it right now; instead I shall allow the winds of the algorithm to bring this to whoever shall see it. but I will tag @space-writes because your reblog comment made my day :)

#blackflame #blackflame oc: samira #writeblr

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evilphoenixwright · 8 months

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aight so I finished SOJ finally and these are my thoughts, under the cut cuz spoilers

+ The sprites are significantly better than DD’s, Phoenix and Trucy are the most notable improvements. The DD sprites were clunky and gave off a cheap mobile game vibe, the SOJ ones are more fluid. The only one I still dislike is Edgeworth, maybe he doesn’t translate to 3D well? I don’t know, but his face shadows just look weird.

+ 3D is overall utilized very well. I’ll always prefer the 2D look but the breakdowns in this game are IMO the best in the series, I actually laughed out loud at Paul’s.

+ Most of the introduced characters (e.g. Dhurke, Datz, Rayfa) are nice!

+ None of the cases are outright bad, even the throwaway nostalgia bait DLC case was cute.

+ The soundtrack rocks, it has this Spyro vibe to it.

+ Dhurke being dead legit shocked me, up there with AAI2’s twist imo

o Khu’rain. A lot of people absolutely loathe this setting. I didn’t despise it or anything, but the same-y locations/aesthetic get old.

o SOJ’s writing has been criticized a lot. I acknowledge these criticisms, but tbh it didn’t inhibit the enjoyment of playing for me.

- Maybe I’m just an idiot but the solutions to the Divination Seance were not intuitive most of the time, I usually ended up looking at solutions for these bits. I enjoy the concept, but the execution was a bit lacking.

- Like DD, voice acting is hit or miss. I skipped through Rayfa’s speech every time before the seance, that anime English dub voice makes me cringe.

- I’m not typing out his name so it doesn’t show up when you search him, but the prosecutor. By far the worst in the series and the only one I’ve outright disliked as in dreaded whenever he came on screen. Despite Ema saying he’s nice or w/e (I interpret that as her simping for him) 95% of the time he’s even more of a dick than von Karma but not in a funny way. His design is cool, that’s all I can give him, sorry.

#ace attorney #spirit of justice #SOJ liveblog #mine #the O’s represent things I’m neutral on

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 10 months

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hi!! i absolutely love your stories every time i see them on my dash but i’m always a little worried about the lack of attention they get, and i think it’s because there’s no cut in the post maybe? you know, how other writers will put a “read more” thing so the post will be cut and people can read on in a separate “window” if they want? i think that’s the convention and i think that would help you get out there, too, you know?

(you can add a readmore on mobile by writing :readmore: in a line and hitting enter, so the only thing in that “paragraph” is :readmore:, and then that should turn into a greyed out dotted line. on some versions of the app and on desktop there’s an icon for it, too!)

most people have the “shorten long posts” option turned off anyway i think? :D

anyway i hope this does not feel like an attack, i love your writing a lot!!! 💜 i just want more people to get to enjoy them too! hugs n kisses 💜

Omg I'm so sorry!! I'm so technologically incompetent I had no idea I could do that 🤦‍♀️

I'm so embarrassed I've been taking up so much space 😬 excuse me while I just go crawl in a hole 🙈

I hope I've fixed them all now and again I'm so very sorry

Thank you for letting me know and for teaching me how to fix the problem I appreciate it so much 💜

Honestly I don't expect anyone to read my daft little stories I was just posting them for the few people who like them and wanted to be tagged in the updates

I'm sorry

Thank you again 💜 hugs n kisses right back 💜

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ranger-tater · 2 years

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That Peculiar Man. A dnd/fantasy short story

A line of five men rode, with a sixth farther up by fifty metres. Armor gleaming and equipment jingling, save for the man in green and brown up at the front. Horses hooves thudded and brought up dust, save for that peculiar horse the man in green and brown rode, a small brown pony. Swords sat and shone in scabbard, slapping against thighs, save for the small double edged sword of the peculiar man on his peculiar horse. Shields and staffs sat on the riders’ backs ready to be shrugged into hand, save for the peculiar man on his peculiar horse, for he wore a longbow on his back, along with a canvas quiver of two dozen arrows at his hip. The men joked and cheered, save for the peculiar man on his peculiar horse carrying peculiar arms, for he stayed silent and grim, daring not to speak and caring not for conversation. His face, although young, was grim like that of an aging warrior, and he seemed to lack the ability to smile. So why do you ask, would such a cheery group of men, bring with them such a peculiar man and his peculiar steed, well because my friend, although grim as he may be, much cheer does he bring. With that sword of his he may stab and cut his way through any hell imaginable, and with that longbow he carries, he’ll keep game aplenty, and monsters away. With that small pony of his, he shall outrun even the finest of mounts, and not stop lest he drops dead. With his green and brown he shall blend into the land, and move as though he were a shadow. Although not a shiny knight, nor a charming rouge, this simple man of the wild will forever be just as important. That my friend is why they keep this grim man around, for he is their ranger. (Omg formatting on mobile is a pain, I’m so sorry)

#dnd #dnd oc #fantasy #ranger’s apprentice #lotr rp #fantasy rp #rangercore

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aelaer · 1 year

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This is for the assumptions thing. *sherlock steeple hands*

Seeing as how you claim Stephen to be your favorite blorbo, I’m willing to bet you have a lot in common with him. Probably the oldest sibling. It’s hard for you to make relationships (platonic/familial… any relationships) but once you do, you’re incredibly loyal to them. Very protective of them. You stick to your morals and beliefs, so basically being stubborn. You probably went to college right after graduating high school, but instead of something science related you went with art. You’re detail oriented for sure, anyone can just glance over one of your fics and see how much research goes into it. You’ve said in your Wong fic that you’ve worked in customer service. As someone who also works in customer service, there’s a certain type of patience that kind of job requires. You’re on the west coast, I’m pretty sure.

You like photography. You’re interested in different cultures and like to travel a lot (possibly for your job?) You’ll try just about any food, especially in other countries. (I know from an ask post you tagged me in that you don’t like spicy food, though). Despite liking movies/shows, you’re not the type to watch something simply because there’s a lot of hype around it. Your preferences in whump suggest you’re the type to help people who genuinely need it, but will stop if they’re aren’t even attempting to take care of things themselves. This is me going out on a limb here, but I’m thinking that perhaps your parents aren’t that affectionate, either with each other or with you? That tends to be common in people who like angst and either heavily like/dislike romance.

Also you’re in your mid/late 30s, so ;) is preferred to 😉

Oh this is great. Excellent layover fodder. This got long but I can't figure out how to do the read more cut on mobile, sorry!

Eldest sibling: Yes. Eldest of 4. We thankfully all get along wonderfully. Don't get to hang out much together because both of my brothers' jobs are very demanding/have holiday work at times - and of course I'm missing Easter this year xD

Relationships: Not really. Very close to my family, always have been. Have the best parents in the world. (Totally missed the mark on my parents haha, I tell folks in Discord pretty often that I'd lend my parents out as foster-parents were it possible). I have to *stop* my parents, especially my mum, from over-hyping me to people xD I can't have my mum read any of my works because she'd tell *everyone* about this wonderful story I wrote and I absolutely do not want the neighbors to know I write fanfic. And she legit can't help herself. As for my dad, he's spent the last 2 weekends with me helping me fix things around the house and helping me clean my garage of my neighbor's crap, and we can talk about almost anything (the only thing he refuses to talk about is anything regarding sex which is pretty hilarious because he gets all blustery if I casually mention something around it and he changes the subject). He's a great dad. Very lucky to have them both.

Friend-wise, it was harder in my youth for sure, but I have always been tenacious and managed. These days it's easy to create them on a superficial, acquaintance level - it's harder to be more in depth due to lack of energy or time. My greatest in depth friendships in my adulthood have all stemmed from online interactions because it can be hard to find nerds in the wild. I'm not a huge fan of superficial small talk that is prevalent with many adults "in the wild" (gossip about kids, neighbors, and the gym in my experience) so finding people that are just *interesting* to talk to is the big key. I know a lot of stuff about a lot of topics and finding conversation partners that have the same breadth is challenging. My coworkers are more interesting- but they're all over the US xD So yeah if everyone was just in the same area that'd make it so much easier.

Morals: I don't think sticking to your morality is a bad thing as the word stubborn implies 😜 flexible morality can lead bad places. I do stick to my guns though. Always up for a philosophical debate about moral conundrums but I call something out if I think it's just wrong - or I certainly try. I haven't been in a situation where doing so would put my life in danger so I'm not sure what I'd do there. I hope the right thing.

College: I'm an art major. Don't regret it.

Work: My customer service stint was blessedly only for a few months; they were trying to train me for the (slow) manager track and I noped out as soon as I could xD. Most of my work in HS and college was as a tutor, which was significantly more rewarding.

Area: Greater LA! Born and raised. 5th generation on my dad's mom's side too (Potato famine refugee), which is stupid rare here.

Travel: I wish I could travel for my job. But with working remote I may be able to make something out of it in a couple years. I think they may be up for it; it's a young company run by millennials which makes the difference. All the travel I've done in my 20s was through making connections with others in my youth and getting invited to stay places, and then teaching English abroad between jobs 5 years ago. And after that I finally started earning an actual decent income which meant I could save up for trips (like this!). That said I also had the support of my parents which helped make it possible (they didn't pay for the trips except one ticket in my early 20s, but I could fall back on them if I needed to which made a big difference).

Self care: Hit the nail on the head. I am the type of supporter to give links to resources in a person's area that is within their income (even in the US there's a lot of free resources, just takes a bit of digging). If someone decides not to help themselves to get out of the bad spot they're in by pursuing these resources, I withdraw. I can only be emotionally invested if people are actually trying - going to free counseling, going to work agencies, etc. No one that I know of here on tumblr is *not* helping themselves by pursuing resources to the best of their ability, so this applies to no one here. But I have had friends in the past that were unable to push past their mental barrier and I eventually ran out of emotional energy to give them. This likely comes from my mom who worked herself up from abject poverty, and my own struggles in my youth where there was a lot of struggle and pushing because my brain is a wee bit different. So I expect folks to try and make the calls and work through the problems. It's okay if it takes years - but you gotta try and keep pursuing and can't give up no matter how hard the going gets. (Note: this is presuming you're physically capable and have enough mental sound-of-mindness for executive decision making, which I do think is still like 99% of the population). I *strongly* recommend a support outlet if you don't have one - online or in person. There's a ton of communities on reddit for folks in tough situations that can help, to start. (Also note that it's very different on what you can do depending on where you are in the world, and that I'm very aware of.)

I find that a lot of people who like angst just like the genre due to finding characters overcoming their struggles very interesting. I don't think parental affection has anything to do with it personally, as I've met many people who adore romance who have absolutely awful parents. As for romance itself, I think my biggest issue is its oversaturation in media and how romance is emphasized to be more important than close platonic (found family) relationships. This happens in fanfic too and it's just annoying. I was significantly less annoyed with it in the LOTR fandom back in the day when they were even - so yeah, it's 100% about the saturation and lack of balance.

(Also romance is a legit boring genre outside of comedies, haha)

#ask #answered #long post #anonymous #about me

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gumnut-logic · 2 years

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I feel mean because I have been mean to Gordy tonight in the fic I’m writing. the fic isn’t finished enough so we have yet another nuttyfic reblog but at least Gords has a good time in this one :D

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“Gordon, family movie!”

Alan knocked on his brother’s bedroom door. “Scott managed to get that one you were hanging out for.”

He waited a moment, but as he expected, but hoped wouldn’t be the case, he received no answer.

‘C’mon, bro, we haven’t been all together for days now. Scott made his popcorn just for you.” If his tone was drifting towards pleading he wasn’t ashamed of it. Gordon was worrying him.

Since Penny left the Island, his brother had retreated. In pain, lacking mobility and, most of all, no way to jump in the pool, his usual de-stress mechanisms blocked, Gordon had slowly slipped backwards.

He was healing physically. Virgil monitored him regularly, and Scott was his usual worry wart self, even John was hovering, literally. They all made a point of keeping Gordon company and drawing him into Island life. But Gordon had started resisting, preferring to hide in his room. Alan was worried.

They were all worried.

Hence the family movie.

“Gordon, please.”

Still no answer.

Alan’s lips thinned. Screw this.

Punching his override code into the door’s locking mechanism, he forced it to open.

The room beyond was in darkness, all the blinds drawn. A shadowy lump on the bed was the only indication that his brother was even there. “Gordon?”

No response.

Gordon was like a plant. He needed sunlight. This was just wrong.

“Are you awake?”

“Go away.”

Well, at least that was a response.

“You coming down for the movie?”

A sigh emerged from the darkness. “Don’t feel like it, Allie. ‘M tired.”

“You’ve been in here for hours.”

“I’m sick, haven’t you noticed?”

“You’re getting better! Virgil was very happy with your exercises yesterday.”

“Allie, just...not now.”

Alan swallowed. It hurt to see his brother like this. Gordon was the ray of sunshine. It was like he absorbed the sun he needed and shone the rest on his family.

Biting his lip, Alan strode into the room and shoved up the blinds one after the other.

“Argh, Alan, what the hell?!”

“You need to get up. Lying in here alone will rot your brain.”

“Alan, don’t, I...god, just don’t.” His brother was struggling to sit up in bed, eyes squinting against the light. A gulp of air and he sneezed. “Aaah, shit.” A groan as his one good arm wrapped around his ribs.

Alan’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell, Gordy, I’m sorry!” He hurried over and helped his brother sit up. Gordon stifled another sneeze, likely brought on by the sudden bright sunlight, and once upright, hunched over on the bed.

“Alan...” It came out husky and annoyed. “I know what you’re trying to do, I just need a bit of time to myself.” Another groan and he tipped sideways.

Alan grabbed him and shoved a pillow in the right place to keep him stable. “I’m worried about you. Depression after this kind of injury is a nasty thing.”

“Yeah, well, I just need to work this out for myself.”

“This isn’t like you.”

Gordon’s head came up and he glared. “Really? Funny about that. The whole broken body thing isn’t really my thing either.” His shoulders slumped.

Alan’s brow crinkled and without thought, he dropped down on the bed beside his brother and wrapped his arms around him. “Gordy, we’re all here.”

Gordon tensed a moment, but then, as if all his strings had been cut, he slumped against Alan, his forehead resting awkwardly against his little brother’s.

Whispered. “I know.” An arm crept around Alan’s waist and for a moment they just sat there.

Quiet. “Join us? Please, bro?”

A sigh. “Okay.” Gordon struggled to straighten, his eyes blinking slowly.

A bitten lip and Alan stabilised the injured man enough to let go and grab the hoverchair. Much grunting and a painful gasp or two and Gordon was mobile, his leg sticking out at an awkward angle.

Just in time to be interrupted by John. “The movie has been postponed. Sorry, guys. Scott’s needed.”

“What?!” Alan glared at his brother’s hologram. His timing couldn’t have been worse.

“Sorry, Alan. Maybe later tonight?”

“You gonna come down this time?” Okay, so it was an angry glare he was sending at his brother, but John hadn’t been down for a week.

Turquoise eyes widened at him, darting towards Gordon and back. “Sure, Allie. As soon as Scott’s back.”

“Be there.”

Those eyes widened even more. “FAB.” His hologram blinked out.

“Well, there goes that idea.” Gordon sounded both defeated and pleased at the same time. He shifted the ‘chair closer to the bed, his intentions obvious.

“Hey, no, you don’t. You and I are going for a walk.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Alan grabbed the chair and spun it around. “No, I’m speaking for the both of us. Scott may be busy, but I’m here, Virgil’s still here somewhere and Grandma.”

“Alan-“

“Shut up, Gordon.” He gave the ‘chair a shove towards the door and pushed his brother out into the corridor.

“Alan!”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” He slammed the door closed behind him and pushed his pyjama-clad brother into the elevator, through the comms room, kitchen and out onto the pool deck. The sun hit both of them with all its startling warmth.

Gordon closed his eyes, his face tilting just a little in the direction of the light.

Working himself into a regular pace, Alan pushed the chair off the deck and onto one of the well beaten paths around the Island. This one headed in the direction of Thunderbird Two’s runway.

“You do know that once I’m better, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Get better and you can give it a go.”

“I’m okay, Allie.”

“No, you’re not. I know you better than I know myself, Gordon, and this is not okay.”

“I just wanted some time to myself.”

“You’ve had it. Family time due.”

“What? I’m rationed?”

“Call it what you want, but I’m not going to let you rot in that room.”

“Allie, I’m-“

“Shut up, Gordon.”

“You know, I’m getting really sick of being told to shut up.”

“Stop talking stupid then.”

His brother scoffed, but said nothing more. Their walk wound around the caldera. Alan took it slow, knowing his brother needed the sun and the time far more than speed. The waves at the bottom of the cliff kept them company along with the stray gulls from the colony on Mateo.

Conversation was non-existent. Alan didn’t know whether it was because his brother was pissed at him or just didn’t feel like talking. In any case, it was a beautiful day and even Alan found himself enjoying the scenery.

Just as they hit the treeline of the runway, John broke in on comms. “Alan and Gordon, you might want to take a step back. Thunderbird Two is on launch prep.”

“What? Why?” Alan beat his brother to the question.

“Scott needs assistance.” A pause. “You might want to head back and prep a couple of tubs of D-tam gel.”

“D-tam gel? Is Scott okay?”

“He’s fine.” The cliff rumbled as it opened. Both brothers stared up at it. This wasn’t their usual viewpoint. “Just needs a little help getting out of a nuclear facility. Prep the D-tam just in case.”

“FAB.” His voice was a little faint and he doubted John had heard him above the roar of Thunderbird Two coasting out of her mountain.

Alan edged the hoverchair backwards as far as he could towards the cliff. This was going to be loud and blustery.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Virgil’s voice on comms.

“Apparently watching your show.” The familiar spark in Gordon’s voice lifted Alan’s heart.

“Well, don’t get too close. Roasted brother smells bad.”

Gordon snorted. “You’d know, Brother of the Burnt Eyebrows.”

A grunt over the comms. “Last time I ever listen to you regarding fuel levels.”

“That’s right, blame the younger brother.” Thunderbird Two slid onto her ramp and the ground shuddered as the plane was lifted into her launch position.

“I blame those responsible, Gordo.” A pause. “Fingers in your ears, bros.”

Alan didn’t hesitate and neither did Gordon. They looked stupid, but experience was a wonderful thing.

The ground shook as Virgil fired TB2’s rear thrusters and a shockwave of sound blasted over them, the great cargo plane clawing into the sky. The shockwave was followed by her backwash and both brothers had their hair tossed about. Alan grabbed the hoverchair, slamming on its brakes as he leant into the wind.

“That...never fails to impress.” Gordon eyes followed his brother’s ‘bird into the sky.

Alan snorted. “Three kicks more ass.”

“Because she has an ass for a pilot.”

“Hey!”

“C’mon, Allie, we need to get back to the villa. D-tam time.”

Alan swallowed. Radiation was a bitch. He had to tackle enough of it in space, but nuclear facilities were dirty and nasty.

“They’ll be okay.” Gordon was eyeing him.

Alan sighed. “They better be.”

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It seemed like forever before Thunderbird One returned to her hanger. The moment she slid into her gantry, Brains instigated a full decontamination of the craft. Beneath the pool specially designed machinery sprayed TB1 with a combination of chemicals that both washed any radioactive particles off her hull and neutralised and collected the tiny amount of waste created. It wasn’t a perfect solution. If it was, hulks like that power station would no longer exist, but it prevented the Island from picking up radioactive dust.

Scott knew what he was in for. The sight of that radiation gauge slipping into the red had alarmed him far more than he’d ever let show. TB1 would have to be scrubbed inside and out. Fortunately, much of the process was automated. But there would still be some he would have to do himself.

Once he was clean.

“Scott, the d-decontamination shower is r-ready.”

Yay. “Thanks, Brains.”

“Alan and Gordon will meet you in the infirmary.”

More fun.

“FAB.”

One, finished with the first stage of her decontamination process, shifted and started her journey down to her hangar. “Oh, Brains, we’ll need decontamination protocol for Two, module two and the Mole.”

“V-Virgil has ad-vised.”

Of course.

It was a blur of mechanics and chemicals for the next twenty minutes. A robot removed his orange uniform and likely destroyed it in a way only angry chemicals could. Other stinky chemicals washed everything from his body in a similar way to how One had been washed clean.

From there, in little more than a fresh towel, he made his way up into the villa and the vat of orange goo in his near future.

What was it with orange and radiation?

The roar of Thunderbird Two’s engines heralded his brother’s entry into the anti-radiation rally. No doubt Virgil would be joining him shortly.

Entering the infirmary stopped all thought.

As expected, two D-tam baths had been set up, full of the orange goop that would help counteract and repair any issues caused by his exposure to radiation. The appropriate IVs hung above the two tubs.

What stopped him in his tracks was the sight of his two little brothers covered from head to toe in that same orange gel.

That and the gel on the floor, ceiling and three of the walls.

“What the hell?”

Alan stared at him. He was mid-throw, a handful of orange gel his projectile. Gordon was sitting in his hoverchair, an equally stunned and guilty expression on his face. There was gel in his hair, on his face, his clothes and the various medical paraphernalia supporting his injured body.

“Hi, Scott.” Gordon’s face split into a grin.

“What do you think you are doing?” He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or explode.

“Alan calls it jello therapy.”

“I did not.”

“Did, too.”

“Not.”

“Too.”

“Not!”

“Too!”

“Stop it!” Explode was fast becoming the winning option.

The room fell silent.

A splat as a glob of orange goop slid out of Alan’s hand and hit the floor.

Scott just stared, eyes moving slowly back and forth between his two brothers. It took a moment, but he slowly began to realise there was something more than a simple prank involved. Alan’s eyes were glistening. Gordon’s grin was just that touch forced.

Gordon.

His injured brother who he had been desperately trying to drag out of his room the last few days. The brother whose name Virgil had put in a sentence with the word ‘depression’. The brother he was ever so worried about.

Was covered in orange goo and grinning.

However fragile that grin was, it was something to grab a hold of and celebrate.

Something in his heart lurched.

And yes, that was a tear glistening in Alan’s eye.

Aw, hell.

A moment.

A pause.

Securing the towel tightly around his waist, Scott bent at the knees and casually picked up a random glob of orange D-tam gel. He stared at it in his hand. It was harmless. It was even edible, though rather revolting in taste. It had its purpose and it did it well.

Two brothers were staring at him.

He eyed them back, a small smile curving his lips.

Gordon realised what was going to happen a microsecond before it did, but that didn’t stop the orange glob from landing on his forehead.

“Aw, you rat!”

Retaliation was immediate.

Scott ducked as his little brother lobbed gel at his head and grabbed another handful of his own. This time Alan went down with it in his hair.

“Oh, you are so dead, big bro.”

It went downhill from there.

-o-o-o-

Virgil hated decontamination with a passion. The whole chemical thing stunk and the sonic clean grated his bones and shook his teeth. Scott thought he was making it up, but he really could sense those subsonics and he didn’t care what the laws of physics said. He could feel them and they set him on edge.

At least that part was over. Stalking through the villa in only a towel, the air cooling the water left on his skin, he smiled at Grandma as he encountered her in the hallway.

She smiled up at him and patted his shoulder but didn’t say anything, walking off without a word.

He frowned, but headed onto the infirmary.

Oddly the door was shut.

He knocked. “Scott? Okay to come in.”

“Sure!” A muffled sound he couldn’t quite identify followed that.

He opened the door.

Something wet and sloppy hit him in the face.

What the-?!

He dropped the towel and wiped the gunk out of his eyes.

“Whoa, ho, a little too much for the eyes there, bro!” Gordon?

He blinked a little clarity and found three of his brothers coated head to toe in orange D-tam gel, along with the room, including the ceiling.

His mouth fell open, but he was denied the ability to speak.

“Twenty bucks says I can get some in his mouth, first shot.” Alan.

Virgil shut his mouth abruptly.

“Nah, draw a smilie face on his chest.” Gordon was grinning like a maniac. His hoverchair was still operating despite the deluge of orange goop it appeared to be carrying along with him.

But it was Scott who gobsmacked him the most. His big brother was still only wearing a towel, a no longer white towel, and it was he who shouted. “Okay!” And lobbed a series of well-aimed goop balls directly at Virgil’s chest.

Virgil was still so stunned, an orange smilie face did appear quite quickly amongst his chest hair before he gathered enough sense to move.

“What the hell are you guys doing?!” He dove behind one of the baths. This did not stop another glob of gel landing in his hair.

“It’s a jello war, Virg!” Gordon lobbed another volley at him and it splatted all over the wall behind the tub.

“What? Why?!”

“Because it is fun!” Alan was cackling and manoeuvring into a position that exposed Virgil to further attack.

“Virg, you may want your towel.” Scott had it in his hand and chucked it at him. Of course, the towel landed on Virgil’s head. He fumbled with it and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. There were certain body parts that just didn’t need to be in the line of fire.

A series of splats hit above his head rapid fire and it only took another one catching in his hair for him to finally decide to retaliate. “You are going to regret this.”

“Is that a threat, grumpy bear?” Gordon knew just how to rile him up just that little bit more.

“No threat needed, fishhead, only promises.” With that he reached into the tub and with his two massive hands, scooped up an enormous lump of orange goop. Standing, he shook off the immediate pummel of jello projectiles and stalked over to his injured little brother.

Gordon’s eyes widened as he approached and he stabbed at the hoverchair’s controls.

He didn’t move fast enough.

Virgil dumped the gel on Gordon’s head.

It clogged in his hair, ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his shoulders.

A stunned moment as he stared up at Virgil, and then he was laughing. Gordon laughed so hard he hurt himself and had to groan through happy tears.

Virgil’s grin tried to split his face in half. When Gordon groaned, still laughing, he knelt down to support him, immediately worried he had hurt his little brother.

His reward was orange goo smeared into his hair.

The glint in Gordon’s eye was a wonder to behold.

More goop flew through the air and hit him in the side of the head, his back and shoulder.

Still grinning, Virgil flicked a glob onto Gordon’s nose.

That glint fired up.

Virgil ducked.

-o-o-o-

It was sometime later, after both Scott and Virgil had soaked in the D-tam and received the necessary IV solution to negate any possible effects from the exposure they had both received, that the four tired but happy brothers gathered in the comms room.

Alan sat with Gordon, his brother’s healing leg draped across his thighs. All of them were sporting wet hair fresh from the showers. Virgil’s was falling in his eyes due to an unusual lack of product and he was lounging at a lazy angle on the sofa across from Alan, bare chest loosely wrapped in his unbuttoned flannel shirt, a pair of striped pyjama pants his only other item of clothing. Scott was similarly casual, though his shirt was buttoned up. Alan, himself, was head to toe pyjamas with bare feet. All three of them had helped Gordon get cleaned up after their little war and Gordon was in his bedwear as well.

Virgil had ventured into the kitchen and had come out with pizza and popcorn. Something passed between their eldest brothers as Virgil handed the popcorn to Scott. Alan had no idea what that glare was about.

But now they were just waiting for one other brother who better get his ass down here.

As if on demand, John walked into the room in his usual casual pants and shirt. His eyes hit the tableau of sloppy dress and an eyebrow rose. “Pajama party?”

Scott smiled up at him. “You bet. Here for the pizza?”

John grinned. “I hear the popcorn is worth a steal.”

Virgil glared at him. “Have a seat.”

Scott hit the lights and the room darkened to starlight. A flick of a button and the holoprojector lit up with the movie.

What followed was a good story, good food and good company. Alan soaked it all in, watching his brothers comment on the film. He grinned and cracked up laughing when Scott of all people shoved a small glob of D-tam gel down the back of John’s shirt. The astronaut was not impressed in the slightest. Scott claimed it was so he didn’t feel left out.

John promised to hack Scott’s phone and fill it full of porn.

Gordon asked John if he could have some, too.

Virgil threw a pillow at his head.

That prompted a short and nasty pillow fight that ended up with popcorn on the floor.

Virgil was assigned to obtain more. The movie had to be rewound.

Alan just grinned and enjoyed the show.

“I love you guys.” It was quiet, soft. It came from Gordon.

The room froze.

Some monster wandered across the holoprojector but no-one noticed.

“Gordon?” Scott’s voice was hesitant.

Alan gripped his brother’s leg just that little bit tighter and the aquanaut’s gaze turned to him.

Something was glistening in Gordon’s eyes. “Thanks.”

Something similar rose in Alan’s throat and choked him a little. “Anytime, bro.”

“Anytime.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I've been sooo mean to Gordy #Sorry Gords

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Hello and welcome to jermeyscreams! This is a semi-literate roleplay blog for an original character set in the “Scream” (1996) universe. Buckle in and let’s get into introductions and rules!

Let’s set some ground rules, no?

RULES:

1: I have a strictly no NSFW rule for all my roleplaying blogs. No smut. I’m okay with jokes here and there, maybe some spice dialogue, but nothing strictly nsfw.

2: No pedophilia, nor anything else of the sort is tolerated on this blog.

3: No minors! Sorry, I don’t feel comfortable roleplaying horror with minors.

4: I will discuss topics of the roleplay and the overall intended storyline with my partner before posting a starter! In my experience it makes things clearer on both sides and more enjoyable.

5: DNI if you’re a Trump supporter, JK Rowling Supporter, transphobe, homophobe, irl-serial killer simp, racist, etc. Be a nice person!

6: Please don’t pressure me extensively to respond. On a rough week it’ll probably take me 3-4 days to write a decent response, and I’ll DM my roleplay partner or it’ll be longer than that.

Introductions: Jermey

Jermey Welcher is a strange guy, and considered an outcast by the student body. He is a freshman in college, majoring in journalism and minoring in forensics, and was held back last year due to him not attending for over half the school year. He is almost always peering over his shoulder or murmuring to himself, partially due to his extreme shyness and not-so-slight paranoia due to bad experiences with friends in the past. He always slouches, his hight clocking in at 6’0 while hunched over, and a respectable 6’4 when his spine is straightened. His fragile frame is hidden by huge sweaters, which make up 90% of his wardrobe, accompanied by frayed blue jeans and sneakers with the soles falling off. If you have a chance to sneak a glance at his face before he turns away, his cheekbones are noticeably sharp, and his pale sunken cheeks are even more prominent, the bags under his blue eyes a telltale sign of insomnia. A badly cut mullet adorns the top of his head, his hair too unruly to truly obey the style, the ginger curls easy to pick out from the crowd..or to see in the dark of a room, huddled in a corner clutching a phone. Jeremy views himself as a queer boy, in the most literal sense, he is a gay man in the 1990’s but doesn’t outwardly express his orientation, partially due to social backlash and mostly due to no one knowing him intimately enough for them to know this information. If someone did know him intimately, they would know many things, including him being a huge nerd for literature and film, but he refuses to watch Halloween under any circumstances. He loves knitting in the seclusion of his apartment, where he lives alone with his cat Molly, and he always keeps his living space tidy and locked up tight, taking comfort in a small space where he can be alone and safe. There is something he, nor anyone else knows, he takes comfort in fear. He feels fear so regularly it has become normal, and he is able to think more clearly in terrifying situations, becoming emboldened and possibly even defiant under the right circumstances. That is to say, he’s a veteran of fear, strong in mind. Though strong in mind, his muscle strength is extremely lacking, and he would probably not be able to fend for himself without a weapon.

Introductions: Mun

Hi, I’m Billy (no, not the Loomis one), I’m 19, and I’ve been roleplaying online since I was twelve. I’m mobile-Tumblr bound, so sorry if my banner or format is weird! I’ve recently started hyperfixating on Scream (mostly the 1996 film and Dead By Daylight) and I’d like to roleplay in this fandom! I’m honestly not sure that people are still interested in roleplaying for this fandom, but I’m hoping there are some characters out there, especially Billies and Stu’s, maybe even some Dannies! I’m open to roleplaying outside of the movie, but I don’t know much about the franchise besides Scream (1996) and Dead By Daylight. I enjoy doing my roleplay via reblogs and writing 3-4 paragraphs per reblog, I can adapt to my partner’s roleplay style if asked! I also like to joke around or comment on the roleplays in tags such as: “((OOC: Holy shit bro just did a flip))”. Small note: Please interact with this post if interested!

Boundaries

I am seeking interaction with canon characters, but OC’s are fine too!

I’m fine with AU’s, different settings, and other things along those lines! I’m very flexible when it comes to roleplays, just ask me about the AU or scenario you want and I’ll most likely be down for it!

I only feel comfortable roleplaying with people under 30, sorry.

I’m fine with gore, stalking, violence, horror, etc. I mean, it’s Scream!

I’m open for romance between characters, but only male ones in accordance to Jermey’s orientation.

There are smaller boundaries I have, but it would take a while to list them here. Ask me before we start a roleplay about anything you think could be a possible boundary-breaker!