#that’s how i know this is good. it requires nothing short of healing. just like poetry and music and loving chosen family

[meangirls-imagines]

Hey this is a little different I guess but can you do a regina x fem reader where reader is so genuine and thoughtful about loving regina that Miss queen bee sometimes gets overwhelmed because when has anyone treated her like that when they didn't want something or her want something from them?

Used To It

Description: Regina is used to putting all of the effort in her relationships. She starts dating Reader and gets overwhelmed by the amount of love and effort she's shown. Reader helps her realize what she deserves.

WARNINGS: none, fluffy as fuck

Regina George was not used to love.

I mean, sure, her parents loved her. But, they loved her because they were her parents. It's kind of a requirement to love your kids.

She thought Aaron loved her, but he just loved what dating Regina gave him. Popularity, status, friends. Same thing with Shane, he loved her because she was good at sex.

She never really felt love.

She had always heard about it, seen it in movies, read about it, but she had never experienced it.

She thought dying for 15 seconds would finally get her the love she had been chasing her whole life. Turns out, it doesn't. It just makes everyone feel pity for you.

After completely healing from the spinal injury, and neck brace free, Regina came out to the whole school. Most people were surprised but some people kinda already knew.

A couple of months after coming out, Regina started talking to a girl in her Physics class.

Y/N Y/L/N.

She was very sweet and charming and always knew how to make Regina feel better. After a few dates, Y/N asked Regina to be her girlfriend, to which the blonde said yes.

Now, a couple of months into their relationship, Regina felt overwhelmed. In a confusing way.

It's not like it was Y/N's fault. It wasn't.

The girl had been nothing short of perfect to Regina. Taking her on spontaneous dates, buying her gifts, pda, the whole nine yards.

She wasn't used to it.

She was used to taking control in her relationships but this, this was different from any relationship she had been in. This was....healthy.

The blonde didn't know how to bring up how she felt to Y/N. She had talked to Karen and Gretchen and even though they weren't much help, they were right.

"Be honest with her, Regina. She'll understand."

The blonde had texted Y/N to come over so they could talk. She had to let her know that it wasn't anything bad, so she wouldn't freak out. Fifteen minutes after she sent the text, Y/N showed up.

She had stopped and gotten Regina her usual from Starbucks. Regina's heart melted at the gesture and thanked the girl with a kiss. She led Y/N into her room, for more privacy as the girl made herself comfortable.

"So, what's up, baby?" Regina took a deep breath and sat at her vanity, facing Y/N. "Umm. I don't know how to say this." The blonde began to fidget as Y/N looked at the girl with a comforting smile.

"Take your time baby." Regina took another deep breath. "I've never been in a relationship that's so...healthy. And it's overwhelming." Y/N nodded, allowing Regina to go on.

"I've never been around a relationship that showed me what love was supposed to be. My parents, Aaron, Shane. I've never been exposed to stuff like that and you have shown me more love in these few months than anyone and it's very overwhelming. I don't wanna mess anything up because I'm happy for the first time in my life, but I also don't wanna hold back."

Y/N nodded and stood, walking to where Regina was sitting. "Regina, first off, thank you for being honest with me baby. Listen, I just wanna give you the best. I know your past relationships haven't been the best, but I'm going to make up for the sucky parts by treating you like the princess you are."

Regina's eyes filled with tears at the girls words. "I don't want to overwhelm you but I also don't want you to feel like I'm going to treat you like your other relationships did. This is a team, Regina. Not an individual thing. I'm going to be there for you, just like you're going to be there for me."

Regina nodded, tears running down her face. Y/N wiped her tears and kissed her gently. "I'm so proud of you for telling me, Gina. I know it wasn't easy. But please, for the future, know that you can come to me for anything, baby. I won't judge."

The blonde nodded, burying her head in Y/N's neck. Y/N kissed her head and guided her back to her bed. Y/N laid back and pulled Regina into her arms. "I really care about you, Regina. All I want is for you to be happy."

And as Regina fully relaxed in Y/N's arms, she felt true happiness for the first time in her life.

Yeah, she could get used to this.

#regina george x reader #regina george imagine #mean girls imagines #mean girls 2024

[mandalhoerian]

Shai! Shai! I've thought of another scenario for Leon😊 Altho being a new fan I've come to the conclusion that Leon is the type to believe he's not good enough for his partner, he believes they could do better then him. So imagine a Leon who has finally accepted he has feelings for you and works up the courage to confess only for you to turn the tables on him and say you dont feel good enough for him. I imagine he would be in disbelief? How would he react to his crush telling him "You're too good for me Leon."?

too good for me | leon kennedy x reader

pairing: leon kennedy x reader (unspecified gender) genre: fluff, miscommunication, the "endeared badass x normal person scared shitless of the endeared badass" trope. no spice, unfortunately. only good vibes and leon being head over heels smitten. enjoy! word count: 2.7K? It's short! notes: hi sarah! i am SO SORRY this has taken forever. you requested this one month ago! its been so hectic lately, i've been having health problems that required regular hospital visits and tests upon tests, but now that my surgery (yeah i know... yikes) is authorized i'm only waiting for them to call me for the date and have all the time in the world to get my rest and write. i'm also working on your other (wink wink) request! thank you so much for being patient with me. hope this is what you had in mind! i also added my touch and ideas to it lmao. happy reading!!

🌀 read on ao3!

“You’re too good for me,” is the hesitant, small answer you give him while avoiding eye contact and playing with your fingers in front of your office’s shared coffee maker Leon had made countless paperwork excuses to be able to simply stop by — to his question, that is, about why you wouldn’t go on a simple date with him. 

You puff out an awkward laugh to smooth things over as humorous but it’s forced and not at all sincere. 

It’s taken Leon a whole inner journey (Spain. Mostly the simultaneous trauma and catharsis of Spain) to get over himself to recognize what his heart truly wanted but was too pussy to look at before, yet here you two are. The lone angel in his life telling the failure Leon is that he’s too good? For you?

He simply stares, dumbly standing there, piping hot coffee that’s actually incompatible with his taste buds he insists he must do a detour to get from here simply because you often do, stiff and awkward in his hold, thinking he heard you wrong because he hasn’t gotten a good night’s rest — rest, not sleep — in forever since he came back from Spain. 

He’s been forcing himself to come to work just for a glimpse of you and your pretty face to recharge his battery, heal his soul a bit, let you be all that occupies his mind despite being laid off after that outrageous mission that resulted in the president’s unwanted favor and nightmares upon nightmares with only anxious yet soothing thoughts of you as the best bad out of the worst he’s had to face— and what is it that you said again?  

“You’re joking right?” Leon says, pride not knowing if it should be broken or not because he’s not sure to take this as a rejection, and it isn’t his intention for it to sound that harsh. He’s not some asshole who can’t take no for an answer, it’s your reasoning that has him downright jamming like a gun.

Leon has to remind himself to switch off work mode because now you look mousey as if he has a paw on your tail, shoulders pulled into yourself.  “Sorry!” He feels so bad, heart expanding within his ribcage and it aches, fuck, he just wanted to ask you out and all he’s doing is scaring you. “I’m sorry, you were kidding. I didn’t get it— I’m kinda slow and you sound flat sometimes, of course you weren’t serious, I’m—”

“No, I was serious.” His eyebrows furrow at yet another self-degradation from you. “It’s you who has to be kidding. What do you mean too good for you?”

You are at a loss of words, mouth opening but nothing coming out, and finally look him in the eye and all Leon wants to do is lean down and capture your mouth, he’s heavily distracted by you licking your lips and swallowing, the sighting of the tip of your pink tongue makes his shirt suddenly suffocating and tight. 

“I mean,” you begin tentatively, unaware of what’s going on in his head, vaguely gesturing to Leon. “Well… You’re you, I mean… And I’m. Me. Look at you and look at me. Why would you even…?”

“Hey,” Leon sets his mug on the counter, closing his eyes and pinching the insides with his thumb and pointer. The implications alone sent a zapping headache through his skull that he knows he has to rest to be able to unpack, especially when he’s finally decided on seriously pursuing you in spite of himself. Leon can’t let this remain unaddressed, for your sake and his sanity. “How about I wait for you after work today and we talk about this somewhere else?” He’s squinting. “In detail.”

“We don’t really need to—”

“We do.” Leon wants you to see he’s serious about this — about you. “Because I see something here that I want to pursue and we can’t have any misunderstandings. Would appreciate it if you at least give me the chance to clear the air.”

“P-pursue?” You swallow and Leon’s mind wanders again. “Clear the air you say…”

He breathes in. “Can you give me your phone?”

You slap it into his palm almost immediately, the speed with which you obey him without asking him any questions surprises him. He wants to scold if you’re willing to hand over your mobile to any guy who asks, but supposes it’s not his place — is frustrated this is what it takes to get him annoyed, as well. He isn’t some young adult. Weirdly, you make him feel like one.  

He’s punching his own number in, despite the conflicting feelings, finally feeling like this is getting somewhere and he’s doing it when you start talking again, nervous. “You can uh, clear the air… right here… without taking me to a secondary location…” 

His eyes flick up to yours in confusion and you look to the right immediately, and back to him. To the right. Back to him. It’s somehow comedic, because why do you look like you’re cornered by some bad guy? 

You really look like you want to be anywhere else than here, Leon’s fucking this up and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong. Was he going too fast? Should he have told you his number and let you save it instead? 

You’re mumbling, nervousness clear as day for reasons he can’t fathom, he hears you, but he doesn’t really understand. 

“What? What's wrong?" Leon asks, his voice laced with genuine concern. He takes a step closer, wanting to bridge the gap between you and alleviate whatever discomfort you were experiencing. "You seem... uneasy. Did I do something wrong?"

Your eyes meet his briefly, then quickly shift away again, as if you are struggling to find the right words. 

Leon's heart sinks. His intention wasn’t to make you feel nervous or pressured, especially when he is genuinely trying to connect with you — then, in a brilliant moment of heart-stopping realization, the fact that you might just not be interested slaps him in the face and he’s…

Well. Wouldn’t that be the reality? 

Leon is… He isn’t exactly the ideal man. Not with what he does, and how his life is. He’s aware of that. Have been running from forming connections because of what he knows will end up happening because of that. He can’t get attached and keep losing people — can’t keep getting hurt in the vicious cycle to prevent everyone from getting hurt. It’s been the bane of his existence ever since STRATCOM plucked him off straight from Raccoon City. Even if you work in the same field as him, just different offices, who is to say it will work out anyway? 

He’s getting ahead of himself. You might not like him at all in the first place. Jesus. 

Maybe you see him for what he is. Maybe you think he’s not  —- the effort’s not worth it, and you wouldn’t exactly be wrong in thinking so. You could be wanting something else in life that he only has the desire to give you, and not the promise. He wouldn’t blame you, hell, who would blame someone for being their own person with their thoughts, wishes, wants and goals in life? 

You’re too good for me, really, is his line. It has been right from the beginning, his excuse in running away from his undeniable, frightening attraction to you.

"No, it's not you," you finally managed to articulate, prompting Leon to release the breath he was holding, your voice shaky, playing with your fingers. "I just... I feel a bit overwhelmed. This is all happening so fast, and I never expected..."

Leon nods, his expression softening as he realizes the weight of the situation. He hasn’t fully considered how his sudden confession and determination to pursue you might have caught you off guard. He has been so focused on his own feelings that he hasn’t taken into account your own thoughts and emotions.

"I understand," he replies, voice gentle and reassuring. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just... I couldn't keep my feelings to myself anymore. But please know that I don't expect an immediate answer or any commitment from you. I just… Well. I just wanted to tell you. See where this goes. Or, maybe, if that’s not the case… Get rejected for good so I can move on, you know?"

You laugh a little and it’s genuine — you have no idea how it turns Leon’s heart into putty right where it hangs between two lungs. “Do you really mean all of that?”

“Of course,” he says, offended the tiniest bit. “Why do you think I would joke about something like this?”

“It’s not about you joking, really…” You’re uncomfortable again, hesitating to tell him something. 

“Hey, you can tell me.”

“Can you promise you won’t get mad?”

“What am I, your father?” He snorts. “Come on, tell me.” 

You brace yourself for it and he doesn’t understand why until you say it. “You, um… You’re kinda scary.”

He blinks. “Sorry?”

“Sorry!” You raise your hands up in panic. “I don’t really mean it like that, not to insult you or anything, it’s actually admirable, I’m just saying! Discipline, work ethic, unmatched field performance! You’re very… Very, uh… Intimidating, yeah, that’s the word…? I mean, like… You, uh, you’re famous, you know, we all know your work, you’re very hard working, working hard, very hard work — uh, um… So it’s…”

“I scare you?” Leon swears he felt his eyes get bigger the faster you kept on vomiting words. “You think I would hurt you?” 

“No!” You reject strongly, waving a nervous hand at him. Silence befalls later, which you follow awkwardly with a silent, guilty. “Maybe,” after clearing your throat. 

 He had always strived to be a protector, but he hadn't realized that his image and reputation — what it had become after Spain — could have such an effect on someone he cares about. 

"I never meant to scare you," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse, he puts the coffee mug on the counter and leans his hip on it, shoulders sagging a bit as he crosses his arms. The thought of you only feeling intimidation about him leaves a bitter taste worse than the coffee does. "I guess... I've always been so focused on work, on the dangers just around the corner — I’m aware how it might affect my relationships in the long run so I never attempted to form any at all, but I never realized how it might affect how people see me in the first place. I never wanted to make you, of all people, feel this way. I could never hurt you. Never."

“I didn’t want to imply you’re a guy who’d intentionally hurt someone—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he sighs, ruffling his hair to get rid of the awkwardness. “So I’ve just been bugging you this whole time, huh? Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

“No! No, don’t say that, you’re amazing! You’re like a hero around here…”

“Around here doesn’t mean shit,” he replies curtly, and regrets cursing like that in front of you immediately. It’s unbecoming of him — and doesn’t help his image in your eyes at all. He’s getting frustrated. His tone lowers into a softer, more disappointed, heartfelt one. “I only care about how you think of me.” 

“Well, you’re amazing,” you say again, bashfully this time, and it prompts him to look at you. There’s something shy about you now that has him standing taller in anticipation, wondering if it’s him reading this wrong or not. “It’s pretty well-known if you didn’t know.”

“I don’t know,” he prods, idiot heart fluttering at the way you’re flustered. “What do you think? Besides intimidating, I mean. Not reporting on the local gossip this time, if you don’t mind.”

“You seem like a nice guy,” you settle. The middle ground. “I’ve seen you with the president’s daughter.”

Leon's expression softens at your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He takes a deep breath, trying to let go of the tension that had built up within him. The mention brings a slight smile to his face, memories of Ashley flooding his mind, a fondness evident in his eyes. "Ah, Ashley. Yeah, that was quite the adventure. Though what can you be other than a nice guy when your mission is the president’s daughter?"

“I know a couple people who’d treat her like a package to be delivered. You prioritized her wellbeing more than anything.”

“What else was I supposed to prioritize?”

“You know what I mean. Emotional wellbeing. I’ve read your initial report and her statement. You cared about her.” A smile tugs at your lips, he can tell you’re a bit more comfortable now. "Especially during what you’ve been through. It's impressive how you handle yourself in those situations."

He shrugs modestly, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. You respect him. "I guess you could say it comes with the job. But it's not all action and danger, you know. There's more to me than just being a government agent."

Your curiosity piques, and you tilt your head, prompting him to continue. "Tell me more. What's Leon Kennedy like outside of work and missions?"

It catches him off guard that you want to know more and take the first step. You could have just rejected him. His heart picks up, chest expanding in excitement, he’s glad for the opportunity to share a glimpse of his life beyond the chaos of his work — he’s normally not eager to share pieces of his life like this, but… He’d give it to you on a silver platter, whether it'd lure you in or not. That’s how Leon knows he wants this with you so bad. “I wanna lie to woo you but… Would it be too unattractive to tell I really don’t have a life outside of work? I’m still trying to find some balance in my life. The upper echelon guys are pretty ruthless and demanding. I guess it means I can say I’m into traveling?”

“Is this the cool guy way of saying you’re an introvert these days?”

The unexpectedness of it is what gets him to throw his head back to laugh, and he catches you staring, scrambling to rub his face to get rid of it and regain some composure. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Pretty much.”

“Well,” you gesture at him, there’s a vague pink hue dusting your cheeks. “What are you into, then?”

God, he can’t stop, “Other than you?” from escaping his dumb mouth. He shouldn’t have said it. It’s too corny. So uncalled for. Your mouth hangs open and he wishes he could rewind the tape to take it back and choose some other option. “Say… What about we continue this discussion after work? I know a good coffee place. Let me make it up to you for invading your lunch time. I’ll tell you all about me, what do you say?”

You look at the clock on the wall, he knows you didn’t get to have anything because he decided to turn up and serenade you with unwanted attention, it’s two birds with one stone for him if you decide to accept — he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t see a perfect moment to seize the chance. 

“Coffee sounds perfect,” you nod, with no pressure from him, and it lifts a great weight off his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I eat something too?”

Why are you so adorable? You don’t know that you own the power to get Leon to have your superiors let you go for the day, but he can’t get too excited right now. “Say the word and it becomes a dinner date.”

It gets you flustered again, you don’t know where to put your hands, and he’s so happy about it. “It’s a weekday… That’d be a bit exhausting…”

“Okay. Coffee date it is.”

He’s noticing you like the cheeky confidence, and it makes sense, considering the intensity had you intimidated. “Thank you,” you say. “I’d like that.”

“Believe me,” Leon can’t stop the grin from overtaking his expression. “My pleasure. You’re honestly too good for me.”

There’s the sudden urge to kiss you when vulnerability and shyness lights up your whole face, but he’ll take it slow. He has to take it slow. For himself. 

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fluff

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 29

Third POV

It's Sunday. Eboni has spent her weekend trapped in EJ's Infirmary with Jeff by her side almost 24/7. The teen wants to address this, but she knows he'll just brush it off. She questions why he struggles to vocalize how he cares for her. In her mind, it isn't as difficult since his actions speak for him.

In honesty, she finds the killer being reluctant to voice his emotions kinda cute. Though she'll never admit that out loud. Her eye is healed enough for her to open it. Her cut lip is healed while the bruise on her cheek is fading. Her ribs still ache as well as her ankle, but nothing is broken- so she can manage. Her hand, though, is going to take the longest to heal. The serum is enough to lessen how large the cut is, but it's still going to require more stitching.

On the plus size, Eboni has gotten a chance to get to know EJ and BEN. They don't seem too bad, but BEN is a bit of a perv that's on drugs. If he offers Eboni another mystery pill, she swears to throw him into a tub full of ice-cold water - other than that, he's a good buddy to smoke weed with.

She finds EJ interesting. His knowledge within the medical field is a bit surprising until he opens up on how he became what he is. It's a bit disheartening that slenderman played a part in it, though, but he holds no grudges.

Right now, both Eboni and BEN are playing mario Cart on one of EJ's medical monitors. BEN, of course, hacked it so it can display the screen on his switch. The two have had three races, BEN winning all of them - Eboni in last place every time.

Eboni grabs her pillow, hitting the glitching demon multiple times upside his head. "The third fucking time!? And these maps are complete ass!"

"Ack! Aye! It's not my fault you suck at this shit! I thought you were a streamer!"

"In my free time, when I'm bored. I don't play Nintendo games, you elf!"

"What games do you play?"

"Shooting games - like Call of duty. It's fun pissing those gamer freaks off." She grins.

"Ugh- fine. I'll put one of those games in. What else do you play?"

"Cookin' momma and any just dance game."

BEN laughs, "Really? Just dance? Cookin momma? Those games are ridiculous!"

Eboni raised a brow, "so your saying that they're so bad you can beat me at them?"

"Hell yeah, I can - wanna bet?"

Eboni holds out her hand, the creature shaking it as she proudly says, "DEAL!"

Jeff and EJ sit back in one of the few chairs in the room, watching the two play. Jeff's attention is mostly on Eboni, not knowing that he's smiling rather softly towards her. These pass days, Jeff allows himself to accpet a number of things. The first is his overwhelming feelings for Eboni. Something about her - something within her - keeps drawing him in - making him want much more.

Nothing, and no one has been able to hold his attention almost constantly. His attention span is pretty short. It doesn't take the killer much to become bored rather quickly, but with Eboni, he doesn't face that issue. He seems to find out something new about her every day. Her attitude and feisty nature always make things more entertaining.

After spending two days with her, it still isn't enough. He doesn't want her to leave his side - not even for a second. He never thought he'll be this clingy. But after seeing her so bruised and hurt, a strong, overpowering sense of needing to protect what's his took over him completely. Jeff doesn't care what anyone says, nor how others look at her within the mansion. All he cares about, all he wants is for Eboni to be safe & feel safe.

EJ glances at Jeff, grinning a bit. "She really has you whipped, huh?" He teases, elbowing his shoulder playfully.

Jeff eyes harden, scoffing while shaking his head. "As if."

"Come on Jeff. It's written all over your face." EJ grins, glancing at Eboni. "She's really something. I see why you fell hard."

"I didn't fall for that fuckin' bi-"

"Sprout bullshit all you want. Everyone knows how you feel." The cannibal shrugs, giving the smiling killer a knowing look.

Jeff sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair as he watches Eboni begin to play just dance with BEN. "Whatever....how did yours make you feel?" He asks hesitantly, knowing how sensitive this topic is for EJ.

He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. "She was my world. She gave me this high that I've never felt before, my addictive drug."

"Have you ever...felt this overwhelming feeling to protect her? The thought of any other guy looking at her pisses you off?"

EJ can't help but chuckle. "Sometimes yeah, but you're far more possessive than I ever was. You never seem to leave Eboni alone - not that she minds."

"I..." Jeff doesn't know what else to say. EJ is right as he is most of the time.

"She gives you this sense of control that you've never had, even before being dragged into this mansion. It levels you- but no worries, you're still a crazy mother fucker." He said, patting his shoulder.

The smiling killer doesn't shrug his hand off this time. The eyeless cannibal is right - the desire to have complete control over something, anything, and Eboni gives him that. Giving him complete control over her life. The idea of having someone to control has always been appealing, thrilling even.

Sure, Nina could've filled that role, but she wouldn't have lasted, and her existence irks him. Throwing away such a good life - a life he sometimes wishes he had. Sure, he had a mother and a father, even a little brother, but it wasn't stable - he was never stable.

A cheer breaks him from his thoughts, Eboni performing a rather sensual victory dance while BEN lays on the floor - exhausted. Eboni completely floored BEN in cookin momma, just dance, and even a few shooting games. Even with all the cheat codes BEN gathered, he couldn't beat raw talent.

Eboni bends down, holding her hand out and giving BEN a mocking pitied look. "Switch, please."

Accepting defeat, he snaps his fingers as his Nintendo Switch system appears in her hands. With a giddy smile, she skips over to Jeff, showing off what she won. "I beat the game, demon!" She cheers gleefully.

Jeff stands, patting the top of her head. "Good job, princess."

"What the fuck man! You know how much I love that thing and your praising her!?"

Jeff grins, flipping BEN off as he moves onto Eboni's medical bed. "Go cry about it."

"Asshat!" He shouts before zapping away.

EJ laughs, standing from his chair. "Slenderman is requesting me. I'll be back to do one more check-up on her."

Jeff nods, watching the cannibal leave. He smiles at Eboni, patting his thigh. The teen eagerly jumps onto the bed, moving to sit in between his legs. The killer wraps his arms around her waist, sighing in contentment while Eboni messes around with her new Switch to fit her taste.

"Gonna open up about that little episode you had?" He questions, watching her fingers still against the joysticks.

There has been this unspoken air between the two. Most of it is regarding what took place Friday, the other being their feelings for one another that neither of them are ready to discuss any time soon. Eboni tenses a bit, leaning her head up to look at Jeff.

"I don't..." The topic of her parents has always been a sensitive one. But maybe it's time she forces herself to talk about it.

"If you do, I'll give you a reward." He whispers to her, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against her hips.

Eboni gulps nervously, lowering her head as she takes a deep breath. "O-Okay..." she whispers, beginning her story.

It's Christmas Eve. Jacob, Eboni's father's family, has invited him to spend Christmas with them. It was surprising considering they've grown apart the moment Jacob proposed to his wife, Yasmine.

His family fought and never accepted Yasmina, which made no sense considering how sweet and loving the woman was. Unfortunately, she has no family of her own except for her husband and daughter - which played a role in Jacob's family disliking her.

However, both are individually successful. Jacob is a world-renowned martial artist, owning several self-defense studios across the United States. Yasmina is a world-renowned chef and retired gymnastics coach. They've paved the way for their eight year old daughter to have an amazing future.

The family is currently driving to Jacob's family home, which happens to be a huge mansion. Yasmine isn't looking forward to this trip, but Eboni is. The young child couldn't wait to see her aunt that she misses and loves so much. Yasmine was looking forward to seeing Jacob's older sister, though. The woman is the only one she gets along with - the only one she trusts.

"Honey, I told you we should've left before the snow storm gotten closer." Yasmine sighs.

"Yeah, yeah - I get it, woman. You were right." Jacob said, rolling his eyes playfully, which earns him a light smack on his arm.

"Oh, don't start! It's just the snow os picking up. The weather report also said to be mindful of black ice. Maybe we should find a motel and -"

"I've been driving since I was sixteen years old. I'm 30 babe, this storm is child's play."

Eboni giggles, playing with her stuffed rabbit, glances out of her window - gasping at the snow. "Ish so pretty and white! Lookie look!"

"I see, sweetie. It's very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as my little princess."

Eboni giggles, squeezing her rabbit close to her chest. Swinging her feet at her father's words. "Momma is prettier!"

"Oh, Eboni, stop -"

"Mhm. Both of you are my gorgeous girls. Aaaaall mine." Jacob smiles, moving to place his hand on Yasmine thigh.

After an hour or so, Jacob notices this black van with tinted windows following them. At every turn, every stop light - the van is right behind them, tailgating them. Yasmine has noticed too but hasn't voiced her concerns, not wanting to scare her daughter.

Jacob and Yasmine share a knowing look as they hold each others hands. Jacob begins speeding through the snowstorm, running red lights and making a few sharp turns. Unfortunately, the black is still hot on their tail.

"Momma? Papa? Why is the car going so fast? Ish little scary..." she pouts, gripping her rabbit plush even tighter.

"No reason, sweetie! Daddy is just trying to get there as fast as he can since the storm is getting worse. We might get stranded in the middle of the road if he doesn't hurry." Yasmine explains as calmly as she could.

Eboni notices the two holding their hands and the worried expressions on their faces. Eboni reaches forward, placing her hand over her parents - feeling a sense of comfort now.

The comfort fades the moment Jacob loses control over the car after sliding on a large patch of black ice. The man keeps his composer, turning the wheel in the opposite direction - gaining control rather quickly. He smiles, looking at his wife then at his daughter.

"You guys oka-"

SKREEEEEEEET- BANG!

A sixteen wheeler comes crashing head-on into the family. The front of the car is completely destory, and Eboni's parents crushed. Eboni's eyes widen at the sight, screaming at the top of her lungs- crying out for her parents to speak, pleading with them to let her know that they're alright. Eboni was struggling to keep consciousness, suffering extreme internal bleeding. The last sight of her loving parents being their mangled corpses.

"The poor girl. Her father's family wants nothing to do with her..."

"Losing your parents. What kind of Christmas gift is that?"

Eboni slowly opens her eyes, blinking them a few times to adjust to the brightness of the hospital room. She tries to sit up, whimpering at the pain she feels all over her body.

"Oh no, no! You mustn't move, sweetheart. You have to rest." The nurse said, gently lowering the child back down.

"Momma...papa? Where are...momma and Papa?" Eboni questions, her voice horse. The child was stuck in a coma for a week.

The two nurses share a heartbreaking look. The first nurse slowly shakes her head. "Um... sweetheart, they aren't here right now."

"Wh...what? But momma and papa are hurt! Hospitals heal people! So they should be ok...momma and Papa are ok..right?" She questions, lips quivering. The poor child didn't want to believe the horrifying images of her parents being real. The doctors can just piece them back together. They're miracle workers just like her father taught her.

The nurses stay quiet, not sure how to comfort the child while trying to keep the heartbreaking truth from her.

"Then Tete? Where's Eboni's Tete?" The eight year old questions, referring to her auntie.

The nurses remain silent again, confirming the child's suspicions. Her parents are gone. They weren't coming back. The doctors couldn't fix them. No one could bring them back. Her other family, her aunt, has completely left her to endure this new painful reality alone.

"No... NO MOMMA! PAPA! EBONI IS AWAKE! SHE'S OK, SO YOU SHOULD BE OK!" she screams, forcing herself to sit up - the child slipping into hysterics.

The nurses begin to panic, phoning for the doctor to come. Once there, he orders the nurses to hold the child down.

"But she's just a kid!" The second tries to reason.

"And she'll injure herself further in this state! We have to sedate her!" He explains, pulling out a rather large needle filled with cheer liquid.

Eboni sees this and screams at the top of her lungs, the same gut-wrenching scream as before. She trashes around, the nurses having no choice but to force the child down and strap her in place. The doctor sighs, walking over and forces the needle into a vein within the child's arm - slowly pushing the liquid into her.

Quickly, Eboni begins to calm down heavy tears streaming down her face. From that day forward, the young child's world - that was full of happiness and love - will become a life full of hellish experiences, solitude, and a chain of endless abuse.

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[candicewright]

Short drabble prompt you say?? How about hmmmm. Maybe Arthur gets hurt during training or something and has to stay in Gaius's chambers for a while and while there he witnesses Merlin being competent and skillful as a physician? Just Arthur being surprised at Merlin's knowledge and skills basically akdkdkdk

"Would you just stay put, you prat?"

"I'd rather just wait for Gaius- Ah! Merlin!"

Merlin pressed on the wound bit stronger than he needed to stop the bleeding as a substitute for murdering the royal arse sitting on the physician's table.

"Gaius is busy so I am afraid I am the only one available to patch up your scratches."

"Scratches?!? The sword went though my arm!"

"And you will lose your arm if you don't stop whining."

"I don't whine, Merlin, I am the king- Ouch! Stop that!"

"Arthur, please," Merlin said gravely, looking into Arthur's eyes. The king seemed to search for something in Merlin stare and he seemed to find it because he didn't move or complain until Merlin had finished deftly and efficiently stitching and bandaging the wound. "There, you will be as good as new in a few weeks. I will ask Gaius to check up on you tomorrow morning."

Arthur looked at his arm as he closed and opened his hand, testing his mobility. He didn't look at Merlin when he said, "See that you do," is a soft, almost gentle tone of voice.

And with that, he left for his chambers.

***

"This wound seemed to be way on its path to healing," Gaius said after examining it. "You did an excellent job with this, Merlin.

"Yes, well, I do listen to you sometimes," Merlin said, causing Gaius' eyebrow to raise.

"It served you well this time. Well, I must make my leave, sire."

"Thank you, Gaius."

The door closed behind him as he left and Arthur turned to Merlin, "I didn't know you were so good at this."

Merlin smirked, "It's just one of my many gifts."

Normally Arthur would have replied in kind, but this time he continued, "No, Merlin, really. I have suffered many wound in battle. Usually they feel horrible after they have been treated but this barely hurts. I feel like I could go back to training tomorrow. Today even."

"Not so fast, you require rest," Merlin hurried to say.

"I know, but-" he stared at Merlin, eyes soft, "thank you."

Merlin's breath caught in his throat.

"Anything for you, Arthur."

And for once, Arthur knew Merlin's words to be nothing but the truth.

#this is short but it was nice!!! hoping to get back in the flow of this writing thing!!!! #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #cw mention of injury #ask response #💙 #candicewrites

[thepaperpanda]

A Haircut || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary: Flame Hashira is in desperate need of a haircut after returning from a successful mission.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1024

Pairing: Kyōjurō Rengoku x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir A/N: a creation I found on Instagram served as inspiration for this fic ❤️ ~ Cass

You knew he'd be late, really late, but that didn't keep you from waiting. All you wanted to do after returning from a mission not long ago was see your love and mentor.

Since everyone else at Rengoku estate had fallen asleep a long time ago, you decided to sit on the egawa and read the book you bought on your way back. The weather was pleasant, and the soft light from the lantern made the wait bearable.

Kyōjurō's heavy footsteps could be heard on the porch. He walked slowly to the door, trying not to wake anyone, until he noticed you, sitting comfortably on egawa. "Y/N, is it late and you're not sleeping?"

"I couldn't wait to see you in the morning. I just missed you too much," as you said this, you lifted your head from the book and blinked, your brows furrowed. You were used to seeing him return in poor health; fighting demons wasn't easy, but this was the first time Kyōjurō looked like that. He stood there in front of you, his left cheek cut and still bleeding slightly, but what surprised you the most was that the hair on the same side was cut in a strange way. With his hair so uneven, he looked odd. "What occurred?"

"Nothing special. As you know, demons can be nasty," he smiled and pressed his hand against his bleeding cheek. "Don't worry, my hair will regrow and the cut will heal."

"I've been worried about you since the first time I saw you," you told him as you rose to your feet. "Let's go inside and deal with this cut."

Rengoku followed you inside, albeit reluctantly. "It's not necessary, Y/N."

"It is necessary for me. It's still gushing," you told him as you rolled your eyes, sitting him on the tatami mats. "It needs to be cleaned and covered. It'll only take a second."

He sat in the room, expecting you to come back with something to clean the cut on his cheek.

You soon returned with a small box containing everything required to treat his injury. You pressed a disinfectant-soaked cotton ball against his cheek. "It's a shame it also got your hair..."

"Apparently, sharp claws can have a very wide reach," Kyōjurō joked, shaking his head slightly. "Don't be concerned, it'll grow back soon."

"You should get a haircut then," you concluded with a smile. "I'm not going to let you walk around like that."

"No," he said, shaking his head with a wide grin on his lips. "This gorgeous, magnificent hair isn't going anywhere."

"Kyo? I adore you and your hair, but you look ridiculous in this. Because the demon only got to the left side, I cut your hair a little on the right side to make it even," you shrugged slightly, finishing with the wound by bandaging it.

"Not going to happen," he said as he rose from his seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "You must obey my words, Y/N, I am your mentor."

You gave him a gentle facepalm before looking up at him. "You're also my partner, and I don't want you acting like this. Kyōjurō, that looks bad."

"It looks good, and please don't cut my hair with scissors."

It was difficult to believe what he was saying because his left side had a large chunk of hair missing while the other side was nice and long. You nodded softly, there was no need to argue with him about it at that hour. "If you insist."

"I'll agree to it if it makes you happy."

As you stood up, you smiled. "I'll go get some scissors and a comb. Don't be concerned. I'm not going to cut all of your hair. You will look just as good with short hair as you would with long."

When you left, he mocked your tone, saying, "As perfect as with long hair." Rengoku trusted you with all of his heart, no matter how unhappy he was with his decision.

You returned a few minutes later with a mirror and other items you required. "Sit down and allow me to work."

He complied with your request. "Just be cautious with it. My hair is the most beautiful in the world. When did you return, by the way? Do you have any sweet potatoes? I'd eat something delicious."

"They are, as Tengen would say, flamboyant. Don't worry, I'll be cautious," you sat down next to him and began to gently comb his hair. "I returned this evening, arriving earlier than expected. Thanks to your instruction, I believe I am making progress. Senjuro specially prepared some sweet potatoes for you."

"What a wonderful, wonderful news!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. "When we're finished, we'll have a nice meal to share while we tell stories."

"Oh yes. I'm starving because I waited for your return with my meal," you nodded, grabbing scissors. "Are you prepared?"

"No, but let's have it done, because I'm tired and hungry," Rengoku said.

"I promise to be cautious. I'm not going to cut off your ear. I think," you made a joke and kissed his cheek before beginning to work on his hair. It hurt to cut his hair because you loved it so much, yet it had to be done.

You made the back shorter while keeping the front even and longer. Of course, you didn't dare to touch his adorable ponytail. When you were finished, you patted his shoulder. "Are you ready to see the final result?"

"No, but I'd like to get it done. Please show me the results."

You sat in front of him, rolling your eyes, and picked up the mirror. "What are your thoughts?"

Kyōjurō examined his new hairstyle carefully in the mirror. Actually, it didn't look so bad, but he knew he'd need some time to adjust. "Approved. You did an excellent job."

With a wide smile on your lips, you blushed. "I'm overjoyed you like it. You look stunning!"

"Thank you," Kyōjurō said as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed his nose against yours. "You did an excellent job. Now! Let's eat something delicious!"

#rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyoujuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyoujuro rengoku x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyoujuro #Demon Slayer #Demon Slayer fic #demon slayer fanfic #Kimetsu no Yaiba #writers on tumblr #oneshot #drabble #kny drabble

[the-andromeda-effect]

12

A knock at the door had Adira and Caliban’s heads turning quickly, as the medic came in to look at her hand.  He let Caliban know that Svarog’s gunshot wound was only superficial and stitches had been all that was required, but there had been quite a bit of bleeding.  He’d need some time off to rest and heal, but otherwise he’d be fine.  Nothing to worry over.

After cleaning the cut, even Caliban could see how deep it was.  She had gotten lucky though, none of the tendons had been cut.  Whether there would be any nerve damage would have to wait until it started healing.  The medic could apply stitches, but only a neurologist or hand surgeon would be able to do more.  That would require a trip to the hospital, which Caliban had already been debating.  In the end it was Adira who decided to just have the stitches at the mansion.  Mircea knew many people at the hospital, and she didn’t want to take a chance on being recognized.  Not yet.  Not so soon.  If there were problems later, they could figure out how to get a specialist involved.

After the stitches were in and the hand bandaged, Caliban took the bloody towel she had previously had her hand wrapped in.  He had an idea on how to keep Mircea from suspecting anything, at least for a while.  Once Adira was seen in public with him, there might be some talk that they would have to deal with; but for the short term it would be a solution.  Her wedding rings from Mircea were still up in his bedroom.  By putting her blood all over them and returning them to him, it would hopefully confirm somewhat in his mind that she was indeed dead.  Then with having her secluded with him at his cabin for a while, where he could even work remotely, there would be time away to let everything settle within the society he ran in.  Hopefully that would give her a bit more of a sense of security as well.

Once the medic had left, Caliban sat quietly with Adira waiting for Theron to arrive with a car to take her up to the main mansion.  He figured the delay was that Theron and Lars were talking outside, and possibly others that had witnessed the shooting.  No doubt Theron wanted to know how things could have gone so sideways so quickly, a question that  he had himself.  Once Adira was back up at the house and resting, Caliban was going to start demanding answers and someone better have some; or there was going to be hell to pay that would make Mircea Kalavati look merciful.  

Finally Theron appeared, looking a bit drawn and frustrated.  It was clear that whatever he had found out was not good.   “Why don’t I take Adira back up to the mansion so she can rest while you handle things down here, Caliban?”  While Theron was concerned about the woman, it was Caliban he was fully focussed on.  He wouldn’t say more, not with her sitting there.  Caliban was not a stupid man, he would have to figure it out.  “Theron?” Adira was the one that spoke, looking between the two men.  “I…I…”  Now both men were looking only at her.  She was trying to find words, but was failing, she was still so scared.  She didn’t want to go with Theron, even if she trusted him.  “No.”  Her head shook as her voice came out shaky and quiet.  “Caliban can take me up.  I want him with me.” She was now looking at the floor and fighting not to completely collapse over the weight of all that happened.  She was holding Caliban’s hand and her grip on it tightened, feeling like it was a lifeline to sanity.   

Caliban pulled her to him and cradled her head on his shoulder, before Adira had even finished speaking.  Someone was going to pay for what had gone on, more than just the dead guard outside.  There had been more than one failure that got it to this point.  Softly he kissed her head as his hand gently soothed her back as she softly began to sob against the side of his neck.  His eyes closed, he hated not being able to do anything to soothe her, to make everything that had transpired that morning disappear from her memory.  

Theron looked between the couple on the couch, he too was not a stupid man.  “Of course, Adira.  I’m sorry for thinking you would have no problem otherwise.  I did not mean to upset you.”  Things were about to be very bad, he could tell from the way Caliban was caring for her.  Already both of them were accepting her into their lives in her new role, and that meant that whoever threatened her would face a severe  retribution..  “He is going to need to come back down here at some point, unfortunately.  The men need to talk to him.  Who do you want to stay with you at the mansion, once you are settled?  I promise that we are not going to leave you up there alone.” He was treading much more carefully now.  His voice was warm and understanding, realizing that he might not fully know all that had happened.  He was not going to ask either.

“I..I..I don’t know.”  Adira said around choked sobs, her arms now around Caliban tightening as she clung to him.  “Can anyone keep me safe from Mircea?” Her eyes closed and she pressed against Caliban; he was the only one that she truly believed and trusted could.

“Theron, why don’t you stay with her and I’ll send up two more guards when I leave.”  Caliban again kissed her head.  “Theron will stay in the room with you and the others will be right outside the room.  You need to rest and I need to find out what happened to lead to this.  We’ll get you settled first and comfortable.”  His hand gently ran over her hair in a soothing manner.  Keeping her calm was his top priority at the moment. “Mircea is not going to get to you. I’ll kill him first, do you understand me?”  Caliban’s tone was soft and comforting for someone who had just promised death to her ex-husband. “No one hurts what’s mine.”  His arms tightened around her as his eyes met Theron’s.  The expression on Caliban’s face did not match his comforting tone, instead it was one of intense fury. It was one Theron knew, and knew well.  It was one that the men outside had best fear.

“Ok.”  It was said so softly that neither Theron nor Caliban were sure that they had heard it, but her nod reinforced that Adira had said something.

#the andromeda effect #writeblr #my writing #my ocs #crime fiction #fiction #mob fiction #original fiction #original writing #romance #romantic #mob romance #assassin #fictional romance #crime romance #love story #revenge #vengeance #crime family #crime story #crime drama #mob drama #mafia #fake marriage #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #rescue #mystery #betrayal #abuse

[geometricalien]

Between Akashi & Furihata, if one of them died, who do you think is more likely to heal from the pain of loss sooner & moves on with his life?

When has Akashi Seijuurou gotten over anything in his fucking life? This rhetorical jest is an oversimplification of one of Akashi's character flaws which is his need for control. This is all to say, simply based on that, Furihata is the more emotionally intelligent of the two, the one more open and accepting to change. I think they both would require years to fully heal but I think Furihata would be the one to move on sooner.

I've tried to keep it short and direct above for those without brainrot but I AM going to go apeshit below the cut

Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD I'm so glad someone wants to hear me talk about THIS, THIS EXACT CONCEPT- ACCEPTING THE LOVE OF THEIR LIVES DEATH FASCINATES ME ENDLESSLY FUCK

Okay for reference there has been 2 fanfics involving this concept that I read when I first got into akafuri and they have HEAVILY influenced my perception of this question:

- The Truth About Reality; which is literally about Furihata not accepting Akashi's death and through mysticism goes to 4/5 different parallel realities to get him back. It's a favorite of mine and I read it once a year. It has themes of sacrifice and second chances which make it so crucial to the thematic elements of akafuri. Read it please

- Through the Air by Maiokoe; I love the first chapter, literally Kuroko Kagami Takao and Midorima come to Akashi while he is at work and inform him that Furihata's flight just crashed. It is so so so good. The way it plays out, Akashi's mounting fear, his resistance, the way his fear turns to anger then to despair- sometimes I cry when I reread it. And the last lines of the chapter---

What was a world without his lover? What was this life without his easy nature and smiles? What was this life without his affection? What was this world without Furihata Kouki? What did this world mean to him? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What was Akashi Seijuuro without him? He didn’t want to find out.

Those lines have colored my opinion of what Akashi would be like if his husband died so fucking much that it really was eventual that I started my Greek fic where Akashi is Achilles and Furihata is Patroclus. So if you know the Iliad then you know how my fic will play out and exactly where I take a stance on Akashi’s terrible all consuming love.

To talk about the dissolution of happily in love akafuri by the cruel hands of death is to examine how their relationship evolved them and what being torn from their other half would do to them. To be haunted by their after image, to look at their favorite mug, to wear their favorite sweater- who would wear grief better. Who would welcome it, accept its presence. Who would repress it.

Please do not mistake what I'm saying to mean Furihata would move on quickly. Where Furihata is Akashi's light, Akashi is his gravity. He would be adrift and untethered without Akashi. The world would turn upside down. He would feel the expanse of their house, the emptiness of their bed. Furihata would be lost. It would take years to come down back to earth by himself.

Furihata would eventually move out of that house/apartment too full of memories, at the prodding of well meaning friends he would download dating apps, eventually he would go on dates and try his best to not compare them to his late husband because how could a man compare to a god. And then years and years down the line, when his heart only half aches when he sees a hair of red, when he only wears that old ratty sweater on the occasion bad day, he can look up into the sky and smile, thankful for the memories. I think he could even fall in love again, begin a new chapter.

A large chunk of Furihata is lost the day Akashi dies but he grows around the pain and walks on. Accepting the scars, accepting the love and pain, accepting it all.

As I said though, Furihata is Akashi's light. His metric on good and bad. The saving grace that redeemed him and inspired him to become worthy of such love.

Imagine if the sun was stolen from the sky and we were pitched into utter darkness. Until our eyes adjust and we can make out some shapes, you are surrounded in black black. Complete emptiness. Alone more than ever before and for a moment you think it will consume you. That is how Akashi feels for the first year until his eyes adjust to the darkness. He would continue in this shadow life indefinitely, watching everyone else patch themselves together and move on, while he.is.stuck. And he won't admit it and only those brave enough would say it to his face, but he is absolutely wallowing, sulking, in this darkness as self-punishment. that in some twisted sense, this is what he deserves. he digs his feet in, refusing to move. And if out of the corner of his eye a flicker of light dances, he would refuse to follow it. The dark is where he belongs.

He would bury himself in work. He would refuse to move out of their house. Refusing to touch any of the things that Kouki last left them, his toothbrush bone dry in the holder, the book he was reading on his bedside table.

And when his friends compare him to his father- he becomes furious, alight with indignation. He is not cold and cruel like his father had been. "No... you're empty."

It would take him so so long to accept that Furihata would want him to be happy even if its not with him. That he deserves to be happy. Only then would he take tiny half steps out of the cave he buried himself in, the cave that he would have made his grave.

As a side note, I mentioned Furihata falling in love with someone else afterwards... my personal interpretation is that Akashi could not. He would try if only just because he knows Furihata wants him to be happy and knew that Akashi is the most happy when he is in love- but The Akashi heart is a fearsome terrible all consuming thing.

Akashi Seijuurou, is a man who celebrated the anniversary of each milestone of their relationship. Akashi Seijuurou, is a man who is head over heels in love and worships the ground his beloved walks on. Akashi Seijuurou, is a man who calls their partner love- because they are the manifestation of their love. Akashi Seijuurou, is a man who would go to the far corners of the world to see if there was some way to still communicate with their partner if said partner was turned into a worm and would build a terrarium of utmost luxury for said partner and talk to the worm as if it was them, take the worm to see the sun meet the ocean, because they have to hope that their partner still has some consciousness. And if not, then he needs to do that for himself. To fool himself. And once that worm passes, he would be extra compassionate to earthworms because they remind him of them.

The Akashi heart is a blessing to the receiver for there is nothing stronger or purer. The Akashi heart is a curse to the creator if only because they have that one single heart and they are physically unable to take it back.

#ask box #akafuri #akashi seijuurou #furihata kouki #knb #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #i think about this ALOT okay #i have opinions #i need to fucking scream on every roof top that furihata is akashi's light and that akashi is his gravity #i need people to know this #i need people to know about the terrible and heavy burden that is the akashi heart #and don't get me started on how bokushi plays into all of this as a protector okay?? how akashi relies on him when his world and worldview #breaks. #ill just say- #where oreshi wallows. #bokushi rages.

[ferhog]

Signalis Playthrough Update 1

I started my first survival-horror game Signalis about 2 days ago, and after beating the first boss last night I thought it would be fun to post my initial thoughts.

So I avoid the horror genre in all mediums because I'm a weeny little baby, hence why this is my first horror gaming experience at age 24, other than playing a bit of my younger brother's FNAF copy as a teenager. But within the first night that I started playing the game I started appreciating how the genre uniquely immerses you in the world and story. I presume this is because good horror is much easier to create through narrative and atmosphere than through pure gameplay, and that that's why the main gameplay challenges aren't combat encounters, but puzzles that require actively paying attention to your environment. So far I've also managed to do every puzzle without looking anything up (Which I really don't want to do for the sake of maintaining immersion) which has been really satisfying. However getting stuck when you don't know what abstract thing to do next is my least favourite thing in video games and at points the game has seemed on the verge of that, so I really hope it never goes over that line and forces me to look up what to do next.

I understand why staples of the genre like Resident Evil and Silent Hill famously have limited ammo. Trying to sneak or run past enemies because you don't want to waste ammo is bad enough, but knowing that the enemies you have killed could get back up at any moment is truly nerve wracking, and adds a feeling of time sensitivity to figuring the puzzles out. But I really wasn't expecting health to also seemingly be in limited supply, so there's also a real risk to not gunning them down. I'm curious if the game has some kind of countermeasure to running out of healing items and leaving you stuck on the verge of death, but I suppose not wanting to end up in that state is adding to the fear. Thermite may be one of those items I just never use because of its potential value. It doesn't help that when I first tested it out on an android that was in an important hallway and seemed like a smart obstacle to remove, I then finished the floor like 5 minutes later so it felt like I wasted an item in truly short supply.

I went in knowing what Elster's relationship is to Ariane since it's one of the most talked about parts of the game, but I otherwise knew nothing about the story. I enjoy learning about the society and system of this authoritarian government and the people within the facility, but the mystery of what happened to it looks like it's just going to be the generic "They uncovered ancient eldritch evil" but as long as the personal stories are satisfying that shouldn't be a problem.

My enjoyment of both the gameplay and the story and how they perfectly interweave to create one of the most immersive gaming experiences I've ever had so far has had me waking up each day eager to play more, but forcing myself to wait through the day so I could play at night for what feels like the ideal experience. Ironically yesterday I went through this and then within half an hour of playing wanted to stop out of fear, but I thought to myself that Elster doesn't have the luxury of just leaving and going to bed. It made proceeding to find all the elemental keys and facing the first boss feel like even more of an accomplishment.

#signalis #elster

[anglespin]

leon accidentally set off a remote bomb too soon and got sent to super hell 😔 HAHHAAKHFKDG

i also like making them suffer for story and development purposes but my FAVORITE part is absolutely slapping colorful bandaids ontop of it after. give me that comfort with my hurt, the HEALING. its just so good to me, both just in general and story wise. something something healing, strength, life goes on. :3

also im completely agree, jill would not trust him even the tiniest bit. i love how complex her relationship is with everyone like its just so interesting to think of. like how relaxed di leon and jills acquaintanceship is, while on the other hand she has negative trust in re6 leon. good. :3 and god i just love claire period. i wish leon and claire friendship was more popular bc honestly i love it. (i havent seen ID yet but my point still stands, their friendship dynamic just has so much potential)

also YES i love talking about trust and deceit bc its all so like complicated and is a major gray area. YES, they would be fucking _angry_ and hurt and obviously feel so fucking betrayed. but after the shock and anger wears off. like. i can see them trying to understand it. like. yanno?? bro i cannot brain lmao. like yeah he kept it secret and that's pretty bad for multiple reasons for them, but considering what they've dealt with and seen with BOWs--and obviously the government learning about this, god forbid they get any ideas or put him through even more hell--it's understanding for him to be terrified to even mention it. and like, i can genuinely see di leon try to defuse it and be understanding, especially with his experience with buddy in damnation albeit not entirely the same. (chris too, if in this au he's gone through the piers situation. :( ) and depending on how LONG it is until its revealed, its fucking hard fully breaking bonds and trust that have developed over time. like they WANT to believe in him and that he honestly doesnt want to do or have any malicious intentions, not to mention for DI leon its literally. himself. and he knows himself, and that man has such a bleeding heart, that he knows how he is with internalizing things, and running away, and just dealing with trauma in awful ways. some awful shit just managed to happen to this version of himself :( and its just such a damn slippery situation. they gotta make sure that resi6 leon is like, safe both to others and himself, and have to work out just. all the fucked up shit that went on. i am full on the team of working shit out :3 itll take a fucking while to reestablish trust and better communication (re6 leon is absolutely god awful at both working through and communicating his issues but time and effort is good and i love that shit!!) but i like to think it all works out in the end. stuff thats worth it takes time and effort and all that fun shit. :3

(ive completely lost myself in the text wall i hope this makes sense)

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Ah! It makes sense to me. At least I think it does.

It would be a huge mixed bag of emotions and just overall issues between everyone. Nothing's going to be dandy in the beginning. RE6 gets fucking interrogated and slightly beat up (because him and DI do fight at the start and RE6 is HURT already from being practically exploded. Also he gets smooshed by DI, who probably weighs alot more than he does in terms of muscle.)

The type of BOW that RE6 Leon is not meant to be crazy powerful. Thanks to C-virus development and infusion, the Plagas the DSO designed are meant to be wholly symbiotic and free from restrictions their Spanish counterparts had. Basically Verdugo 2.0, but appearing entirely normal until the changes are required and able to return to form as needed which includes the tail being able to simply fall off and a short chrysalis state to undo anything else. It's still horribly painful. That'll be horrific if it gets out cause its literally a fast-lane to super soldier creation lol.

RE6 Leon is just a big cat. Thats it.

When it comes to the BOW shit getting out to the DI gang, RE6 harbors not an ill will bone in his body. What happened to him is not his fault. How he deals with it is because of what he's been conditioned for. He is what Leon would've turned out to have been if the DSO were more-- hands on with wanting to improve their assets. Human rights be damned. Leon isn't a human being to the government. Just some tool to be tossed around willy nilly at whatever they want and played with as some doll. DI knows this because he experiences this to a degree, though not being a labrat lol. The others don't know about how he's treated.

DI Leon having to look inward at himself in order to try and bridge gaps despite his differences (mostly in temperament/attitude) compared to RE6. Their experiences veer drastically enough. Chris as well as Claire needing to change approaches.

Jill and Claire are besties + Rebecca too!

I LOVE VERDUGOS!!!!!

I'm mad eepy so sorry for the short answer, but i hear you!!!!

#angle's inbox archive

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Before you Go

Requested by Anon ! 

Hi , how are you ? .I was wondering if you please could do a Jamie Whelan x reader based on the Lewis Capaldi song Before you go . Where the reader and him have been dating for a long time , but she’s tired of the excuses , cancellation of dates and coming home late . If it’s no trouble would it be possible to share what requests you have been working on so far . You don’t have to if you don’t want to , that’s completely understandable.

A/N: I really hope you enjoy this ! Thank you for supporting my work it truly means the world to me ! 

Jamie Whelan X Reader 

Y/N POV

Things haven’t been the same between you and Jamie for a while. You really tried for a while but things weren’t working out.

 It literally broke you into a million pieces because you thought the two of you were going to be forever. 

You dated for years and you gave him everything you had. But in the end it wasn’t enough. It completely destroyed you.  

There were a lot of signs that warned you though. Jamie was always cancelling plans or even showing up late. You tried at first to be understanding because he was a detective. He worked with organized  crimes which required a lot of undercover work. 

So you thought maybe he was just working and being busy. There was a feeling it wasn’t just work. 

 Even when he came home he just seemed distant. He seemed like he was there but he wasn’t. 

You tried to keep the spark alive. You planned dates and dinners and would text him and call him. But they always just ended up falling flat. So you also gave up yourself. 

You just did your own thing without him. It was a weird feeling. In the beginning it was hard you felt alone. Then you slowly started feeling better about it. You felt more and more like yourself. 

You felt like you were gaining a bit of control back. You felt like you didn’t need someone to take care of you. 

Yet neither you or him could break up with each other. Actually taking the next step seemed like it was a lot harder than you thought which confused you. 

You felt good about being alone but then when it got real and breaking up it was much harder than you ever thought. 

“So, before you go, was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?” 

You thought about every possibility you could in order to make the situation better. Could you have tried a little harder. Communicated with him more ? 

Did you really need to end this relationship over a hard spot ? 

You were currently sitting in the shared appointment. The quietness at home was nothing new.

Right now you were working on your presentation for work tomorrow. You were a consultant and had a big project due. So you were working on hard on it enjoying the peace for once. 

You were broken out of what you were doing when you heard a door open up. You looked up from your computer and saw Jamie walking in. 

He didn’t even acknowledge your presence he just walked right past you. It was nothing new at this point. 

“Well, time can heal, but this won't”

You both knew at this point the storm was coming and you couldn’t hold it off anymore. So you don’t even know where the courage came from. 

Maybe it came from the new found confidence or maybe it came from that place inside that was telling you it was time to let go. Just let it go .. 

He walked over and sat down next to you on the couch.  You slowly closed the laptop and just looked at him. There wasn’t any hate in your heart for each other. It was just something that happened. 

“Hey listen” You started 

“I know” Jamie said 

“ i really wanted this to work between us I really did and I love but it’s done you know” You said 

Jamie grabbed your hands and gave them a squeeze. He then let go and places his hands on your head and gave you a kiss. 

It was a short meaningful good bye kiss. You could feel the love and the heartbreak behind behind it. 

When he let go he walked up and went to the room to gather some stuff and leave. It was hard to see him go but you also knew it was for the best. 

This had to be one of the toughest breakups you had ever gone through. You couldn’t even be mad or hurt because it was a beautiful ending. 

 It was filled with so many wonderful memories. You were going to grieve the loss of it. 

“So, before you go”

I should thank you for everything. Thank you for making me feel so loved. Thank you for making me so happy.

 Thank you for making me believe in myself. Thank you for showing me true love can exist. 

Thank you for a lifetime of happiness I will carry with me every where I go.

#jamie whelan #Jamie Whelan x reader #Jamie Whelan Imagine #Jamie Whelan one shot #law and order organized crime #requested

[umhuhwellthen]

One of Chizu's peers:

Norie

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She's a Prussian cat and Miss Mommy issues herself (joking) (im sorry)(all of the neko ninja need therapy but Norie especially)

Putting my ramblings under readmore, I don't usually go for angst, i like hurt/comfort tho and shitty parents getting what they deserve and was/is in the bnha and dp phandoms so sibling relations and family dynamics analysis are always fun

Norie makes me insane fr fr. She has different outcomes for what her fate can be. If Lady Fuwa is defeated and exiled away from the city, she could follow her. Because she is nothing but loyal to her. And she knows that may not be the best decision, but damnit that's her mom okay? And she wasn't very good but couldn't she have been? She liked them well enough (when they acted like she wanted), couldn't that grow into genuine family love? And maybe, yes, maybe Norie can get Lady Fuwa on the road to redemption. For this one ninja(daughter) that stayed by her side through all of her faults. Or maybe she doesn't. Maybe she continues to be callous and cruel even though Norie has abandoned everything she has ever known for her. And Norie accepts what the other ninja have been saying to her, and gives up on Fuwa. Leaves. She can't go back to Neo Edo. The other Neko Ninja do not trust her or see her as family for choosing Fuwa. Nor would she want to, with all the memories there. She sets out on her own path. Alone, but free. Or if Lady Fuwa gets exiled but Norie is kept from following her or Lady Fuwa gets straight up killed (either by Chizu or another Neko Ninja). Then she just has to live. Live without the one person she cared about(that didn't care about her, never did) and judged all her selfworth by. Where is she supposed to go from there? With living with comrades that were wary and distrusting (with sisters worried and hurt and trying to help themselves and her from healing from all Fuwa put them through). With Chizu (the favorite, the sister she could never match up against. Who she betrayed without a second thought and who came back for her. She hated her. She admired her).

Good lead into design details of Mitsuki, Hinata and Norie. Notice they're all wearing face masks. All Neko Ninja must wear the masks, from the youngest trainees to the senior members. Unless their mission requires them not to(Chizu). That's a hard habit to break. They also still wear parts of the Neko Ninja uniform. The orphan kittens too. And some of it is just practicality, why throw away well made goods?(Remember when Chizu picked up the kunai lol) They've repainted some of the armor pieces for personalization, to reclaim them. But some of it is to represent how they're still under Fuwa's hold, the shadow they fall under. This is most explicit in Norie, her outfit is literally just the Neko Ninja uniform but without the hood and chest plate, and an alternate style top. The inclusion of the uniform is to show that they're healing from their experiences. But those experiences still haunt them. And it will take time to heal. Some more than others. But they've all taken steps in the right direction.

Also hair too, under Lady Fuwa they'd keep short, low maintenance styles or not grow it out at all, but after Fuwa's final defeat they'd start growing it out. Hence why I draw most of them with hair, it's growth(and to differentiate them more). Itsumi keeps it short out of choice now, but maaaaaaybe she'll grow out a tuft of bangs (maybe just like a certain samurai and ninja, hm?), but Norie is keeping it short out of habit, she's still not comfortable with expressing herself (let alone who she really is and what she really wants), hasn't picked out any personal clothes like the others. Hard to develop opinions on clothes when all your outfits have been decided for you years in advance.

#samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit #the usagi chronicles #sr:tuc #srtuc #srtuc neko ninja #srtuc neko ninja crew #neko ninja #neko ninja crew #srtuc norie #i was looking ata ref of Fuwa and she has lipstick????? #ok listen i like good parent(s)/mentor inko/allmight/aizawa/fentons/batfam etc #but as a daddy issues haver theres fun carthasis in fics that tackle bad/trying parent(s)/mentor/found family #also to explain my ramblings and why ive fixated on the neko ninja so much #theres just #So Much potential with them #i have an angst thing planned for Chizu and her relationship with them #it starts with an apology #srtuc fuwa #srtuc lady fuwa #lady fuwa #<<<the removal of the title lady is very important actually #OOOO just remembered my thoughts on the timeline where fuwa gets killed #like chizu really going thru it rn BUT if it was a neko ninja that wasnt chizu? #oh Oh OHOHO #cant quite put it into words but Fuwa is expecting maybe mercy maybe death from chizu(definitely death from kaiyo and that gremlin fox) but #then one of the people she thought to be loyal to her? that she never thought she needed to worry about stabbing her in the back??? and #what about the ninja that did it? hows she holding up? because that was the woman(monster) that raised her and shes dead now #mybart

[spaceghostcornertocorner]

A short story that I wrote based on a series me and a good friend of mine are working on!

Doctor's Visit

The night was quiet. Serene, actually.

Constantine preferred it this way. The small buzzing of the bright, fluorescent lights bought him a sense of calm. The squeaky-clean tile floors and cabinets pleased him. The examination table was unoccupied and, importantly, clean from the blood of former patients. Everything was laid out in front of him: Bloody needles, scalpels, tweezers, cotton swabs, and among other medical essentials. After a long day's worth of work, Constantine attends to his nightly ritual. He makes it a priority to clean, sterilize, and organize each and every one of his tools. The doctor likes to keep a container of wipes and a bottle of alcohol and hydrogen-peroxide nearby during the process; also a priority. He requires that everything must be a certain way. Tasks are given and must be done diligently with precision, just as he likes it.

With a satisfied inhale and exhale, he pushed up his glasses and he got to work. As he was about to grab the scalpels, a heavy set of footsteps approached the door.

The metal door swung open, revealing Jax. One of his eyes was bruised and puffy, his shirt torn to shreds, and blood soaked parts of his tee. He clutched the side of his abdomen. More blood seeped through his hand and dripped onto the floor. Jax gave Constantine his signature cheeky smile, "The doctor's in, I see."

Constantine shot him a look, "Who kicked your ass this time?"

The muscle-head shot back, "Oi, not all of this is my blood, luv! No need to piss your pants, alright?"

Constantine's face remained the same as he sighs, "Give me a moment to clean up. And, get on the damn table, will you? It's no secret how I feel about blood on the floor."

"Aye, aye.", Jax replied as he limped towards the table and plopped himself down. "So, any other visitors stopped by for a checkup? Give out any lollipops?"

Constantine switched out his old pair of gloves for new ones and came over to Jax. No amusement showed on his face, "No lollipops. But, had a few visitors tonight. None as fucked up as you are."

Jax gave a cocky smile, "Hehe. Don't I feel honored?"

Constantine rolled his eyes as he donned his stethoscope and began examining Jax, "Mind telling me what kind of trouble you got yourself into?"

"Straight to the point, as always, I see…", Jax sighed, "As you may or may not be aware, the turf wars gettin' heated up there. The boss is wantin' everyone to be on the prowl for more territory. Fortunately, I found some, unfortunately, it was occupied by some members of the Vitum. You know 'em, right? Those glorified tree-hugger bastards."

"Mm.", replied Constantine.

Jax continues, "Anyway, I walk into this pub owned by Angus, the big 'ol teddy bear. Had some lass with 'em. I demanded he go and kick rocks, right? The fuzzy bugger attacks first. I attack-Oww!"

Jax lets out a scream of pain. Constantine pokes into his wound. It was a bloody mess of three scars left behind by a clawed-creature.

"The fock was that for, doc!", Jax screamed in outrage.

Constantine didn't blink twice, "Hm? Oh, nothing. It's not like I'm a doctor or anything trying to do my job. Sorry to interrupt your story. Want me to heal you now or continue your drabble?"

"Arsehole…", Jax murmured. Constantine, with a "I-thought-so" expression on his face, removed his gloves. He applied his bare hands onto the wound.

He allows incantations to flow from his lips. His eyes turned an inky-black as black vein-like tendrils flowed from his arms to his hands and down to his fingertips. An amber-colored glow traced the lines of the scars. Jax hissed with clenched teeth. The fleshy gaps started to fill in from the inside until the skin closed with lines of the scars vanishing seamlessly. Constantine removed his hands off of Jax's abdomen to reveal a patch of smooth skin. It's as if the scar had never been there.

Jax smiled from ear to ear. He ran his hand over where the scar used to be, "Haha! Fockin' hell, doc! I could just kiss ya!"

Constantine held up a hand, "No need."

"Aww, one of these days, luv.", Jax teased.

Constantine walked over to the sink and began washing his hands, "Angus did quite the number on you."

Jax laughed, "Me? Oh no, ya should've seen him. I say, it's one of my best pieces of work. Best believe that piece of territory will be ours."

#writing #my writing #drabble #urban fantasy #doctor

[stuckinapril]

ugh idk where else to go with this cause i only see my therapist once every two weeks (i see her through part of a program at my college, so i can't really adjust appointment frequency) but idk what to do about my ex. he broke up with me two months ago and afaik he still wants to be friends. we haven't talked in about 6 weeks cause we're giving each other space and we both know the ball is in his court for texting back first based off a conversation we had after the breakup. im like the most impatient person ever and its hard waiting for him to text back. atp i just want to cut him off bc 1. im over him and 2. making a clean and complete break might be better than waiting to see if and when he texts me back. i want to apologize for a couple things though so I'm considering having a "i want to apologize for a few things but after this i don't want to talk to you anymore" kinda conversation. but what if that hurts his feelings? and do you think that cutting off contact would be better than the potential saved friendship?

i went through the song and dance of trying to navigate how to handle the post breakup relationship w my ex this past fall. we were off, then we were on, then we were off again bc he dropped off the fucking radar. then i found out through a mutual friend that he was talking to another girl. don’t let yourself get to that point. don’t stick around for someone who broke up w you bc he did not want you. his reasons might be dogshit, or they might be completely valid, and still the end result is the same: he does not want you. i don’t know either of you, but honestly it sounds like he’s getting ready to fade out. don’t add hurt to more hurt by sticking around until he takes his access to you for granted & leaves for good (which he might already have, mentally). what he says means nothing if it does not align w his actions. i learned that the hard way.

and even if he contacts you, what good will it do? you’re still perpetuating unhealthy patterns by obsessing over him texting back. i say that w all the empathy in the world, bc i was there. i was so there. it’s completely valid for you to feel like this, but i sure as hell needed someone to give me that wake-up call back when i was conflicted over what to do. so i want to be that for you.

you need to go no contact. need to. no way around it. your brain chemicals are all messed up right now, and only distance will fix that. complete and total distance. no stalking his socials or checking up on him allowed.

once you feel like you’re in a better place, then you can reconsider the possibility of rekindling a friendship w him. but don’t bank on that. prepare yourself for the worst. so many people fall into the trap of never completely distancing themselves from their exes, and that’s why years later they’re not over that heartbreak. life is way too short for that. i want you to heal, and healing does require admitting hurt—but it does not, on any level, include looking backwards.

there’s likely a very solid reason you guys did not work as a couple—and for me and my ex, that also impacted the friendship aspect of things. like we would not have been functional either way (& trust me, at one point i was that girl insisting we can work it out and be friends). it’s not worth it. allow yourself the possibility of moving on by cutting him out. there’s enough damage as is.

#also regarding his feelings #it’s actually healthy to understand you will hurt other people’s feelings at some point. it’s an unavoidable thing in life #this is one such case #the alternative of continuing this causes far more bad than that ever would #ask

[crystalelemental]

Sync Pair Retrospective - Hoenn Villain Arc

The Hoenn Villain Arc dropped just before third anniversary, meaning everyone went into this knowing it was bait.  But also, last year, Lear dropped at this point, and he wound up being argued as better than the actual anniversary units, because people can't just have fun.  So a lot of questions circulated about whether this was bait or not, and if it was, was it effective bait?

Sygna Suit May May was accidentally leaked weeks before datamine, and threw people into a frenzy, because May would be on her fourth alt while Brendan still had nothing.  Reddit is intolerable sometimes.  Anyway, she came in as yet another goddamned Tech, whose focus was on damage.  Hilariously, she was focused on the same damage as Dojo Gloria: physical power with defense and speed debuffing.  The differences between them were minor, but potentially significant.

Gloria had a Max Move, while May did not.

Gloria could debuff defense 3 stages in one move.  May could do 2, but only after mega evolving.

Gloria had tremendous secondary and tertiary damage types.  May had Low Kick.

May could fast-ramp by herself, while Gloria needed someone with Head Start on the team.

May can buff team speed by existing, while Gloria had Recharging Strike.

May could buff team crit, Gloria could not.

By and large, Gloria was the better option.  May was heavily reliant on mega evolution to perform a core function of her role, and her tech nuke required debuffs that she couldn't set up reliably by herself until after that sync.  To make matters worse, her optimal partner, SS Morty, can't cap her offensive stats for her, being just short without 3/5 and Team Gimme Five.  As such, Gauntlet was more her wheelhouse, where she'd perform quite well with minimal defensive support.

The other issue was, again, type.  Fire was highly common, and not hard to shop for.   In fact, a few months later we'd receive the Unova VA, where Hilda walked in with Victini, who had comparable DPS, and an astonishing striker sync with Rising Tide, all backed by gradual healing and Downside Up with defensive buffs.  And Recharging Strike for good measure.  Because of this, for CS, May winds up being just a tool to fast-ramp for Hilda, rather than her own beneficiary. Even Sygna Suit Lysandre, a Water-type, came in with Fire-type DPS so high he could outdamage May at her best.

May was the worst of the Villain Arc units by a pretty fair margin, which is staggering considering her strengths.  Type overlap has never been a serious consideration, and May was more than a little competent.  She’s exceptional, when built around, still holding the title of strongest Fire-type sync nuke in the game, and being top 5 DPS in the type.  Which, I think, speaks better to how utterly ridiculous the rest of the PokeFairs were this event.

Sygna Suit Brendan Like there was any doubt.  Brendan walked in with Latios, who was a support compared to Latias' Tech, because sure, why not?  Supports are always super valuable, but Brendan went out of his way to become one of the best supports available.

Luster Purge with Unexpected Benefit x2 was the main selling point.  Every hit, he would inflict -2 special defense on the foe he targeted.  Defensive debuffs may not be as significant as an immediate Zone, or stacked rebuffs, but they can pump out extreme damage.  Brendan was a super-fast special defense debuffer on a single target.  Already, we are starting very strong.  To back this up, Dragonbreath with potential Hostile Environment provides the best possible Gauntlet status in paralysis.  Potion with potential double MPR, and Tough Luck 4, meant the team could become staggeringly defensive.  His trainer move was 1MP, but granted +4 special attack and special defense, and +1 crit.  Through Team Sharp Entry, which activates again on mega evolution, Brendan could cap crit with a sizable buff to special attack, and more defensive backbone.  His defensive stats were incredible, and on mega, had over 400 special defense, which is ridiculous.

Brendan was in the same category as SC Jasmine, SC Lillie, and SS Kris, emphasizing special attack and crit, with a defensive profile favoring special defense.  His specific tools generally made him a better choice than Jasmine or Lillie, depending on what traits you needed, while Kris held her own with Rain and stacks of moves up next, which could outperform his debuffing by a wide margin.  A big consideration when looking between them was whether or not your allies desperately needed to sync.  Brendan could not give up the sync. Not if you needed that last point of crit.  Lillie and Jasmine could give it up if that needed to, but not Brendan.  And this created the main limitation of his kit.

That said, nothing has risen to his level.  The only competition is Palentine's Mallow, who does the same debuffing thing, but with Dire Hit All+, and All Ramped Up 1 on her 3/5 grid, making her a lot slower to build up.  And worse on gauge.  And of course, there are specific partnerships as well.  SS Brendan and Anni May were a pretty solid partnership, bringing out May's full potential. Caitlin's grid expansion meant one use of her trainer move with his could cap all her needed stats.  He’s frankly insane with SS Serena and Lucas, who are an absurd powerhouse combo.  He just offered a lot.

I think what kills me about Brendan is the versatility.  Sure, Team Sharp Entry when needed, he can cap a lot for you.  Sure, Hostile Environment, let's mess up Tornadus and Cobalion.  Even options like Adrenaline, or Fast Track for gauges, wind up keeping him relevant.  There’s just about nothing he can’t facilitate to at least some degree.  He ranks high for most players for good reason.

Sygna Suit Steven Okay, you want to talk effective bait?  Let's talk about a sync pair who does literally every role.  Deoxys here comes with four trainer moves, that are your selection screen for which mode to shift to.  Normal Mode will provide Psychic Terrain, +2 to its core stats, and otherwise focuses on Aggravation 2 Zen Headbutt for disruption.  Attack form got immediate capped stats on trainer move a la Anni Lillie, and has a blindingly powerful sync nuke that gets to hit like a Striker EX for free, while still getting the benefits of a Tech EX.  He has no natural multipliers on grid because of this.  Defense provides a support that boosts +4 to both offenses for the team, then stat shares both defenses per Iron Defense, backed by a good amount of gauge control on 3/5 grid.  And of course, Speed form comes in with +6 speed, +3 evasion, and fast-ramping out the wazoo.  Sygna Suit Steven could actually do it all.

Attack is the fan favorite.  People love damage numbers, and Steven provides big funny damage numbers all day.  Even in DPS, he acquired the ability to just...get +1 stack of moves up next, as well as Downside Up to ignore the detriments of Psycho Boost.  Oh yeah, they all have Downside Up.  You know, that thing that resulted in Shiny Rayquaza's stats sucking?  Yeah, a year later, they decided it wasn't a problem.  Go figure.  Anyway.  Protect helps to avoid a lot of damage from opposing sync as well, which I have used to funny effect.  To date, nothing has challenged Attack for its dominance in Psychic type damage numbers.   Deoxys is unrivaled in what it is capable of.

Speed is my other favorite, because Gauntlet evade tanking is hysterical.  It can boost its own evasion and has Recover to heal up, as well as the ever-present Zen Headbutt.  Speed is so blindingly fast, that it's like the only thing salvaging Sygna Suit Giovanni's slow ass in Gauntlet.   Add in that it gets -2 sync cooldown on appearance, and another -2 on first use of Double Team, and you have a guaranteed fast-ramp.  With the right layout, you can easily achieve another toward second sync, all you need is Head Start somewhere.  Speed feels like wonderful glue for teams that need fast-acting power.  When it comes to fast-ramping partners, few do it as well as SS Steven.  Even in CS, it's possible to evade tank your way to success with dual strike, so long as they're self-sufficient.  He'll carry that gauge.  And while Attack may be powercrept some day, Speed’s utility will never die.

At this point, I'd note that these are both 1/5 abilities.  Steven needed for nothing on these two, and so he's remained 1/5 for me.  The next two are not so lucky.

Normal operates as an awkward entity.  Psychic Terrain once on entry is only good for CS stages with permanent field effects, otherwise it just doesn't last long enough.  The 60% flinch rate is nice, but it's nothing you can't find elsewhere, and the only grid-based benefit Normal acquires is Disarm, which debuffs foe's offenses per hit while they're trapped, confused, or flinching.  It's the extra bit to complement his flinch that sells it, but it's...kind of not that significant.  Normal just doesn't need to be used, almost ever.  Kinda like main game!

Defense is a bit better, but has its own issues.  At 1/5, gauges are an atrocious problem.  3/5 can fix a good deal, but it's not supporting other slow partners at all.  It also can't buff crit, nor cap offensive stats, meaning partners are reliant on handling a lot for themselves anyway.  To make matters worse, a major reason to use Defense would be in Gauntlet for another "support," but Speed's evade tanking and fast-ramping tends to actually work out more reliably.  And like.  If you need a support that handles both offenses, Variety Agatha and Champion Bede exist now, and are infinitely better than whatever Deoxys Defense can provide.  And if you needed a defensive wall, well...just wait a few weeks.

On the whole, Sygna Suit Steven is a fascinating sync pair.  He has great potential, but Attack and Speed are like the only ones worth talking about. Normal and Defense don't accomplish much, and are easily outclassed.  But also, all of this works at 1/5.  That's the weirdest part; in a game that's since emphasized 5/5 grids and Variety scouts, SS Steven works great at 1/5, with his two main forms accomplishing everything they need to.  It's...really funny.

#sync pair retrospective #sygna suit may #sygna suit brendan #sygna suit steven

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so the wiki states that "Quintus was severely injured, losing his ability to wield his weapon" after fleeing from the capital to the train station. what kind of injuries do you think he had? how were the Ist legion able to handle his wounds with such limited resources? (do you think, had he known of alphinaud and co's ability to heal - or even their medical supplies they brought to broken glass - that it would have swayed his decisions at all? he couldn't have been the only one wounded.)

OKAY SO STRAP YOURSELF IN FOR A LONG RIDE HERE. As you know, my Quintus's primary weapon is a greatsword. Don't get me wrong, he's skilled with a myriad of weapons, but the greatsword along with guns are the ones he is by and far the most proficient with, though he ordinarily reserves his revolver for a last resort.

My headcanon is that he was injured while trying to keep the Tempered, and Vergilia in particular, occupied so that his remaining troops could escape the city with what civilians they had managed to save.

Vergilia basically uses Menenius from Bozja's moveset from his duel, with a few missing skills(thankfully including the fucking landmines); likewise, her gunlance is the same model that Menenius's was. Even in her Tempered state, she still utilized her full arsenal and tricks, including things like the various types of ammunition.

Now, don't get me wrong, I also headcanon that Quintus was able to go toe to toe against Vergilia, because I like to believe that the two were both pretty evenly matched. But Vergilia was Tempered, which means she had no inhibitors to limit her. No emotions like fear, nothing to make her hesitate, no pain threshold to make her stop. That's the crucial difference between her and Quintus. No matter how hard he fought, he wouldn't win, because she would wear him down over time.

So to answer your question -- given the fact that Vergilia uses a gunlance, and retains her tactical prowess even while Tempered(if the instanced battle with her is any indication), I just headcanon that she managed to stagger him with a well-timed explosive ammo round, slashed at his legs with Giga Tempest more than likely to incapacitate him, then gave him another good slashing and impalement in the abdominal region. He would have died from his wounds if a group of his men hadn't gone back to try and help him, and thus rushed him to the safety of the train station where everyone else was gathered.

Why did Vergilia not finish him off? Because he was already as good as dead. She'd done her job of eliminating the threat to Anima's orders, there was no further point in toying with Quintus.

All of that being said, my Quintus suffers injuries to at least one of his legs, but the primary and most grievous wounds are the ones on his abdomen. Those ones specifically are why he isn't able to wield his greatsword anymore; greatswords are heavier and require at least a fair bit of core body strength to swing around, not to mention the amount of stamina and endurance needed to use them effectively, which Quintus now lacks because of those injuries in particular. His leg wounds are the icing on the, forgive my bluntness, shit cake of the situation.

The Ist Legion did what they could for him, but given that they had very limited medical equipment to work with at that moment, the primary concern would be to disinfect the wounds and dress them so that he wouldn't die of infection. (I headcanon that they probably had to rely on things like alcoholic drinks as their primary source of defense against this.) Sutures would have to be rationed between all of the wounded as well, which means that even someone like Quintus would only be able to receive the bare minimum surgically to ensure his survival. Which is fine -- he himself would want it that way, preferring that even those supplies used to stabilize him go to helping someone else instead, though that desire or command was not heeded.

The short of it is, he'd need to be exceedingly careful, because his injuries could and would very easily reopen. So even if his abdominal muscles weren't damaged or destroyed, he still wouldn't be able to wield his greatsword, given that he no longer has the stamina or endurance to keep up with swinging it effectively, and doing so would cause him immense pain and reopen his wounds.

He definitely wasn't the only one who was wounded, on top of those who were falling ill from the stress of the situation combined with the harsh cold from lack of proper heat. However, I don't think his opinion would have changed had he known about the twins' healing magicks, no. Even while injured, he's still incredibly prideful and mistrusting of both outsiders and magick, not to mention the glaring issues of his insistence over not putting themselves in a situation where they'll owe outsiders for their assistance and his negative beliefs towards magick. These stubborn stances along with his immense pride on the matters make him short-sighted to the suffering of the very same people he ordinarily would be so caring towards -- and so he would prioritize self-sufficiency and their survival when it comes to matters of dealing with the sick and wounded, as well as taking back the capital. (It also leads him to choosing to prioritize taking back the capital over taking care of his charges, but that's another story for another time.)

He would, ordinarily, rather die than accept outside help, and doubly so when it comes to being healed with magick.

#Reports #peachbelli #not more of me wordvomiting all over your Dashboards #I AM SO SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AS LONG AS IT IS #Headcanons

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do u have any tips for the high roller fight shes so mean to me...

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OKAY! SO! IM AUTISTIC AND HAVE A SPECIFIC STRAT I USE WHEN I DO THIS FIGHT A MORBILLION TIMES (48 defeats..... not enough im gonna kms im not getting to 69 funny number at this rate with burn out)

ANWYWAYS THIS IS JUST KINDA HOW I DO IT AND HOW I Rember IT! OK! ok. most of this is for stage 3 bc the first 2 are short and not that difficult imo. well. i fucking hate stage 2, but it is only 5 rounds long, and requires lots of focus, but it's Guaranteed Short. can always take the safe route with luring and tooning up... but you WILL NOT get a good damage boost for stage 3! (the more hollys u kill the more damage buff u get for hr)

One thing to remember! if all cogs are under 360 hp and everyone has enough pips for opera, just use that, you'll clear all cogs.

if you wish here's my gay little sound note i have on my wall. it doesn't go to the lower lvl gags but in early rounds you may use them too, makes shit faster. the cogs there got baby levels

pls know in the fight i also use a calculator! i highly suggest using one especially in any round you'll be using sound in. i just use one on my phone while i play!

using 4 dice for power ups isn't necessary in stage 1 unless you get nasty fucking spawns later in the later rounds (got a 1000 health cog there once i'm sure? ?christ almighty)

absolutely more necessary in stage 2, though, usually the spawns there are nasty. go for zap, i usually go for it to at least *try* and wipe out as many hollywoods as i can. weakening is okay too because with enough luck you may be able to use sound. careful with laff though it may be risky since this typically includes saying fuck it killing the worst ones and leaving one alive to hopefully wipe out easier next round

healing before stage 3 isn't as important (GOOD IDEA TO BE HEALED UP FROM STAGE 1 TO STAGE 2, THOUGH).

in stage 3 what i do is i target one silhouette at a time, all with cakes. gives a good self heal! do it in like... worst priority order? however if you miss and lose a lot of laff it's good to 2 dice, lure, and all toon up to stall a bit. if you have green on board then focus on that and tooning up at the same time

uhmmm. purple is worst because punishes healing. my kill order is usually purple > red/green > cyan (though i've been taught the trickery of cyan and i like it being wiped out early too. depending on what's in the fight i may target cyan first or later) > orange > everyone else (i dont worry abt anyone else besides they do nothing)

cyan worries me a bit less since it likes fucking with drop gags the most, and i dont use it. you can clear everything with 4 weddings. one by one tho. it works for me like 85% of the time except from when hr is mean to me and makes me miss wedding 3 times. 80% hit rate, everyone

leave one silhouette alive and grind to get some ious (focus on getting trap and drop. everyone having drop Good). do old strat, pre trap hr and the silhouette. make sure you spam 4 dice. if you dont get any wait until a good round when everyone can use 4 dice. hard to coordinate in voice, but incredibly easy (but maybe stressful) in quads (all toons controlled by you)

4 dice increase power, very useful. will make tnt on hr stronger even if the damage WILL be significantly weakened. before you do anything tho, check who has highest tnt damage. whoever does, they tnt hr. one person uses a weak trap on the silhouette. (make sure to weaken it first, my safe range is like 1100 hp. typically just double wedding it, and then later next round using a weaker throw)

you dont need to lure right away, you can spend some more rounds to toon up and regain pips. then, get whoever has weakest drop to lure (if they have a 2 dice and/or rerolls to get 2 dice and use a weak group lure to save pips. if not, just use a stronger one and pray it hits. or just agree to get whoever has 2 dice to lure.)

one person lures, everyone else piano's hr. use 4 dice too to increase damage. necessary if you want this done in this one silhouette round. rng based tho. wait till everyone has 4 dice or rerolls, maybe. hard to communicate thru text, easier in vc, easiest when quadding

the trap you set on the silhouette earlier. it'll die, and high roller's gets normal damage in the same round! pray all pianos hit.

you WILL get hit by high roller's ace, but at this point hr SHOULD be around like... 10000-20000 ish hp? out of 44444. good range!

then what i do, for safety, get some 2 dice maybe? use 4's, also. just watch carefully to like. still have pips for max gags. whoever has strongest throw, uses wedding. everyone else pianos. kill her.

that's gg's !

basically kind all to remember..? what i do in this fight? uhmm any other tips. if ur not a fan of trivia unlike me, keep this tab open! like me. i keep it open always ( LINK TO TTCC WIKI GG HR FIGHT TRIVIA ANSWERS )

if you have adhd and can unfocus your eyes like i and there's a shuffle round just like. remember which one it is. stare at the middle. use your powers dont move your eye but like Look At Which One Is Being Shuffled. works even in harder rounds! normal people uhmmm Suffer

uhmm be careful with pips in general? if you can save do save.

oh yea, shouldve said earlier - the way you stall in the 3rd stage with hr and the silhouette is just. all or just 2 use megaphone toon up. every 2 rounds when you can try to use an iou dice. yknow. 5 dice !

pass if low on pips, but if any toons get lower laff then use more megaphones or just single toon up each other. i typically space out in this stage so i just 4 megaphone always but saving pips by skipping i n some turns can earn you quite a few spare pips lol.

but srsly i space out for most of this and chat offtab or just talk abt shit in vc. then i pay attention only when its Time To Kill.

that's that! thanks! im autistic about this fight. idk how good my strats are, i hate talking abt em publicly bc i know some nerds gonna go in and go ERMM THERES SOMETHING MORE OPTIMAL

stfu i dont care im doing my own autistic thing (fun fact i gotta lead everyone always not only bc im like trusted with this fight but also if things dont go my way my brain implodes on itself and i cant focus on shit)

please look at this NOT OLD STRAT piano damage. colossal damage

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