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[dreaming-in-cryo]

If you need an image of your Avatar/Na'vi OC but can't afford to commission an artist, check out:

- Avatar Na'vi Maker by DollDivine (was recently updated, you can now make Metkayina/reef Na'vi characters)

- Na'vi Maker! (picrew) by hikingpluto

- Na'vi OC generator (picrew) by TentacleArms

If you need help with drawing Na'vi, here are some free bases (deviantart) that you can use.

Feel free to add :)

[hudsonsfiction]

na'vi names

figuring out the naming conventions of the na'vi so i could give my ocs full names was kind of a nightmare but by god. i did it. if anyone's curious (from what i understand):

na'vi names go [first name] te [family name] [parent name]+'ite/'itan

women use the names of their mothers with 'ite at the end, which means "daughter of," and men use the names of their fathers with 'itan at the end, which means "son of."

so, taking neytiri as an example, neytiri's full name is neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite, which would roughly mean "neytiri of the tskaha family, daughter of mo'at." if we want to look at an example of a different gender, let's take neteyam, whose full name is neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan. that would roughly mean "neteyam of the suli (sully) family, son of tsyeyk (jake's na'vi name)."

if i can spare even one person from the headache i endured trying to figure this out, i will have succeeded in my mission.

also, if anyone wants a good name generator, i recommend giving this one from tirea na'vi a try! it's been singlehandedly saving my ass in the oc creation process :)

[spekterjester]

twitter loved this one so anyway here's one of my fave ship dynamics

[cosmica-galaxy]

PICK YOUR GOD.

God!Soldier - @yansoftie

God!Player - @chesterpossum884

Madcom!Player - @saltymongoose

Purgatory!Player - @dallyfae (Designed by me) THIS TOOK 10 FUCKING HOURS! MY HAND IS BROKEN!

[saltymongoose]

WOAH WE’RE GETTING PORTRAITS NOW?!? These are absolutely stunning ✨, I love them all! :D The detail you put into them is astounding, with everything from the line work to the shading and depth; it’s just amazing, I’m surprised these took just ten hours tbh. I don’t have the words for how good this is, I’m just extremely impressed. Thank you so much!!! 💕❤️💖♥️💗❣️💝

[odekiisu]

Basic Guide to Clone Trooper Armour

I don’t know about you guys, but I have a hard time keeping the terms for various parts of clone armour straight in my mind. So, I decided to make this Guide To Armour, to make my life easier for those times I’m drawing or writing stuff and need to reference what this, that or the other piece is called, how it’s put on or taken off. (I’ve also tried to include/come up with some casual or slang terms for some parts because you cannot seriously expect these guys to use the Right Proper Terminology for everything all of the time.)

This is based on the Clone Wars cartoons, because that’s what I know best. Also, this is just the standard armour of regular troopers; if y’all want something about the possible additions/variations that you could have then lmk and I’ll see what I can put together I guess?

Note: a lot of this terminology is taken from medieval knights’ armour. Many terms are originally French; alternative names provided where possible. I did do a bit of research on medieval plate armour, which is the closest thing I can think of to clone armour, but I am by no means an expert so if you have any input or corrections feel free to @ me. Likewise, if you’ve cosplayed as a clone trooper or stormtrooper, I’d very much like to hear about your experience wearing this stuff, how it moves and how it might be similar or different to the “real thing” so to speak.

Figure 1: Clone trooper armour, front view. Kix got chosen for this because he’s a vain little bastard and loves to be painted. (ETA: this diagram now comes with a second, funnier version.)

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[cosmica-galaxy]

In the Player’s World - Player x Yan!Madcom

So…I read most, if not ALL, of @saltymongoose‘s Yandere Madcom material and I just wanted to throw an idea out there.

How would Hank, Deimos, and Standford like the player’s world in comparison to their own and what I think the guys would like most about it. So I have a few short headcanons for it. (For the sake of the setting, Player lives in a nice rural area and lives alone.)

-Headcanons under the cut-

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[saltymongoose]

Oh hey, this is really good! :D I love how fluffy this is, and the way you characterize the boys is just excellent (like how Hank would like gore movies, Deimos is a very active person, and Sanford takes up house chores to “prove” himself).

I also liked the little references to the sun (as we all know that Hank kinda “killed” their one in Nevada, oops); your thoughts of connecting our sun with the Player’s warmth were just brilliantly executed. (“And well…he wasn’t intending on losing it again.” - aaa omg, I love it. <3) All in all, this was an excellent piece and I’ve read it more than three times now. Great job! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❤️💖💝💗💕

[cosmica-galaxy]

The Player gets very sick - Player x Yan!Madcom

Okay, last one for a while. Promise. I just had all of these ideas and wanted to work on the two that interested me the most. There’s gonna be more, certainly. Also, thank you @saltymongoose for liking my little tidbits of ideas and making so much content for all of us to enjoy reading over and over again! Featuring Hank, Deimos, Sanford, 2BDamned, and Auditor. - – - – HANK – Hank knew something was off the moment you got out of the truck and prepared to dispatch on your shared mission together. Today, you were with Hank on a mission to help him infiltrate an AAHW building for some documents that were stored deep in the depths of the facility. Yet, Hank seemed to give all of his attention to you when you stumbled out of the back of the truck. Obviously, he was concerned. Despite your constant insisting that you were fine, Hank took notice of the thin sheen of sweat coating your forehead and the certain tired look in your eyes. One that filled him with discomfort and…unease, surprisingly. Yet, no matter how much he pressed, you always insisted that you were okay. Hank wanted to believe you, but he just couldn’t. Regardless, he reluctantly accepts your dismissal and you both carry on with the mission as normal. However, the way you performed in battle was just the final nail in your metaphorical coffin. Your movements were sluggish and delayed. As Hank was taking a few more hits than normal as you both pushed through the facility and the waves of enemies that stood between your shared goal. He watches from the corner of his goggles as you struggle to pull those strings you were iconically known for, even the warmth that would usually fill his being flickered about like a candle that struggled to stay lit. Hank, despite his rapidly growing concern, kept tearing apart the agents that got in his way in an obedient manner. You said you were fine…so he just had to believe you…at least for the time being. Once you both reached your goal and secured the documents that their group needed, Hank was relieved…until the moment you physically collapsed. Your warmth suddenly pulling away from his being shocked Hank out of his momentary satisfaction as his gaze was quickly filled with concern as he hurried over to your fallen form. He picks up his dearest Player, finding you to be quickly overheating and sweltering. He could only hold you close to his chest as he stuffs the documents into his pack and begins to evacuate you both from the building. His retreat was unparalleled in its aggression to when he was forcing his way into the building. Any stragglers that got in his way were quickly kicked, rammed, or grabbed and thrown out of the way. He guards your weakened form like a loyal soldier as he breaks down the door to the outside and rushes to the truck. He gingerly places his Player into the passenger seat and in no time at all, he was practically speeding back to base. He didn’t stop for anything. Anyone that got in his way was promptly run over and splattered onto the windshield. He barely even spared Deimos when he peels into their HQ parking lot, earning him a quick few rude hand gestures from Deimos. However, he was far from concerned with anyone else, he NEEDED to get you to Doc right now. He wastes no time in carrying you into the building, quickly drawing concern from the rest of the group, as he makes a beeline for Doc’s quarters. He kicks the door in and the Doctor nearly chews his ass out for breaking the door, but the moment 2Bdamned focuses his gaze onto your shaking and discolored form, he forgets the door and hurries over to Hank. Hank reluctantly parts with you as 2Bdamned places you on the stretcher in the room to begin checking your vitals and running diagnostics. Hank could only sit to the side and watch helplessly as his Player was panting and suffering from whatever was ailing you. Minutes turned to hours, but Hank staunchly refused to leave your side. He wanted to be there for his Player when you woke up. He would wait until the end of time if he had to. He wasn’t going to leave his Player for anything. Not until he knew you were going to be okay. - – - – DEIMOS AND SANFORD – . Sanford was the first to notice your obvious change in behavior. His much more oblivious partner, Deimos, barely took notice…at least, at first. Not until Sanford brought it to his attention quietly as the two watched your eyes blink with a glazed-over look and how your breathing was a bit more labored than normal. The drive to the mission location was quiet, but both your vessels secretly take notice of your body having abnormal qualities to it today. Even the warmth you radiated seemed to be weaker than normal. When questioned if you felt alright by Sanford, you only brushed off his concerned questioning with a very unconvincing facade about how you felt great and that they didn’t need to worry about anything. In your terms, you ‘felt great’. To which both Deimos and Sanford shared a look of disapproval. But still, they had a mission to complete…but it didn’t stop the both from keeping an eye on you. Sanford’s hunch that something wasn’t right with you only seemed to get worse with time as he watched how your performance with controlling your vessels seemed to be off as well. Both him and Deimos were taking more hits than normal and your strings almost seemed to be flickering in and out of existence more often than not. You even seemed to be struggling with pulling them around. So while Deimos recklessly rushed ahead to get rid of as many AAHW agents as he could, Sanford stayed farther back to watch the condition of their precious Player as carefully as he could. Once you all managed to get to the terminal that Deimos needed to hack for the information you came here for, their shared fear was suddenly realized. You collapse into an unconscious heap. Sanford lets out a surprised shout of your name as Deimos turns around to see what happened. Both quickly grew concerned as you remained unresponsive to them both. Sanford quickly takes charge, his steely resolve cracking a bit as he demands that Deimos finish up and that he’ll carry you back to the truck. Sanford and Deimos quickly wrap up their mission and Sanford keeps your unconscious form close to his broad chest as the two of them sprint back through the building. Deimos stays ahead to deal with any stragglers as Sanford holds you close protectively. His sole objective now is to get you out of the building and to Doc as fast as they could. The two managed to escape as the both of them hop into the car, Deimos getting behind the wheel and Sanford holding you close into the passenger seat. In a more lighthearted scenario, the vessels would probably be arguing at who got to hold you. But right now, they set their envy and jealousy aside for your sake. You could be dying for all they knew! It was a mad dash back to the base as Deimos pulled into the parking area, Sanford barely waited for the truck to come to a stop before throwing open the door and rushing inside their temporary headquarters, Deimos not too far behind. They run to the medbay and meet up with Doc, who was waiting on standby. Mostly because Deimos had entered a nearly hysterical state of mind while talking on his commlink while they drove back to base. Giving Doc the rundown of what happened and when you collapsed, Sanford explains as he lays you gently onto the waiting stretcher. Doc takes notes on the symptoms that both Deimos and Sanford described before getting to work. He shoos the other two vessels from the room to work in peace, but that didn’t ease any of their worries as Deimos was pacing the living area with about the 5th cigarette he’s smoked in his mouth and Sanford was cleaning up his prized hook in an effort to get his mind off their Player being in the medbay. There was a lot of tension in the air as both Deimos and Sanford waited for minutes…then minutes turned to hours. The time ticking by was like torture as they waited for any news regarding your condition. Sanford was practically kicking himself internally as his steely expression gives away to worry as Deimos anxiously lights up a 6th cigarette with his thumb. Both vessels feeling responsible for neglecting their precious Player’s health. It didn’t matter how long it would take. Both would wait for years if they had to. Just please be okay. - – - – 2BDAMNED – . The sound of the medbay doors being violently kicked open was enough to make the doctor nearly jump out of his skin as he turned around to berate the person who stormed into his office rudely, but the words die in his throat when he sees the familiar form of Hank holding the body of their precious Player in his arms. The doctor immediately abandoned the paperwork on his desk, rushing to Hank’s side to get a better look at you. His mind jumped to conclusions as he feared the worst. That someone was able to harm you somehow or that your Player status had changed and made you just as mortal as the rest of your vessels. Hank doesn’t resist as he sets you on the cot that Doc had guided him towards. Upon inspection, the medic finds himself relieved to see that you were sporting no injuries and that you were breathing, but that didn’t explain your condition. Upon questioning Hank, Doc’s worries only seemed to mount higher and higher as Hank explains that you had collapsed on the mission and had been displaying different behavior all day. Then, he describes what he saw to the medic. The doctor takes notes of the symptoms and makes quick assumptions on how to treat your illness. Despite his limited knowledge on human anatomy, the doctor was familiar with some sicknesses and illnesses that Grunts would sometimes get. He would have to run some tests to get a much more accurate picture. With a quick ushering of Hank off to the side, to which the large grunt refused to leave your side, the doctor got to work. His hands a flurry of movement as he gathers up the basic supplies he would need to test your vitals and condition. A quick few tests were done. A hand pressed to your head confirmed you were running a VERY high fever. The sweating and shaking of your body was demonstrating visible discomfort and distress. Your labored breathing was a sign that you were overheating. Among other things, the doctor then began with the examination. A temperature check confirmed his worry of a high fever and he took a blood sample to test your antibodies and diagnose anything else wrong with your body. Hank served as an assistant during this time, as he would obediently fetch whatever the doctor needed from the outside area of their makeshift HQ. he brought rags that the Doctor would soak in cooled saline and applied that to your forehead. Other things included a fan to help you cool down, a change of clothes to get you into something more comfortable when you woke up, and supplies from the medicine cabinet in his primary office. The medic stayed hard at work as he ran through the list of human anatomy that you managed to teach him as he dug through his memory of what you said about when humans would get sick. He remembered information regarding painkillers, cool rags, and…soup? Chicken noodle soup? Doc had no idea where to get that from, so he would just work with his usual equipment. The doctor wasn’t getting anywhere much, especially since you were unconscious. Even hours later, he wasn’t any closer to finding a diagnosis. He performed the tests and showed how your heart rate was beating higher than usual, your antibodies were elevated, and you were still unconscious. But the doctor refused to give up. No matter how tired his eyes got or how much his back hurt. For you, he would keep trying. Just holding on to the hope that you would wake up soon. - – - – AUDITOR– . The Auditor was in a bad mood today. Any unfortunate underling that crossed his path quickly dove back out of the way, not making an utterance as their boss stalks on by their terrified and trembling forms. Yet he didn’t have time to deal with tripe such as them, he continued his path to the medbay area of the AAHW facility, opening the door with a loud slam. The grunts inside were quick to jump out of their skin as he stalks inside the room and quickly points a fiery claw towards the three best performing medics in the bay, to which they tremble in fear in response. “You three. Grab some equipment and follow me. Now.” He demands and the three hurry to obey as he takes a few long strides back towards the direction of where he came from, the three AAHW medics following close behind. The walking led them past numerous other grunts that were nervous to see their Employer stalking down the halls, but it wasn’t any of their business nor place to ask why he was doing so.. Not that any of them would dare to anyway. The Auditor had his business and they had theirs. The Auditor’s form then leads the three medics to the upper floors, ones that were classified and off limits for normal everyday grunts. Only grunts of importance were allowed onto these floors. Still, the medics followed and the Auditor threw open a door that opened up into a large room. Despite there being metallic and concrete walls, the inside was colorful and held various pieces of media and items that decorated the walls. Some that many of the medics never even seen before. It was even designed to share the similarities to a bedroom. With a bed in the center, rugs that covered the floor, a table with chairs, a nice couch, an entertainment center, and even a bookcase. All the medics were curious and showed interest, but kept their comments to themselves. The Employer then steps inside and approaches the bed, to which the medics now realize was occupied. The Auditor stands at the bedside closest to the form in the bed, his facial expression briefly demonstrating worry as he flicks his gaze to the medics that followed him. His eyes fiery red with contained fury as the grunts quiver in fear. “You three will perform a wellness check on them.” The Auditor commands, pointing at the figure laying in the bed. To which the medics nodded obediently and the Auditor steps back enough to allow the medics to get a better view of their charge. To which, some tilt their head to the side and show curiosity as they look at your face. Panting, sweating, and wincing in pain as they shared a look between one another before shrugging and getting to work. They talked among themselves. One medic took notes of the symptoms that were present on your unconscious figure, another was running an assortment of tests on the equipment they brought up with them, and the last one took some samples to test back in the lab. Each working around the other as they examined and quickly finished their examination to avoid angering their boss. Once done, they stepped away and allowed The Auditor to take his place back at your immediate bedside. His glare was harsh and cruel, as he stands protectively over your dormant form. “You will go back to the medbay and do everything in your power to find out what is wrong with them. Do you understand?” The Auditor lets out a low growl as his minions nod immediately in response. “Excellent. Now, get out!” He snaps at the medics as they hurry from the room to return to the medbay as quickly as possible. Carrying their equipment and samples with them as they hurry from the room to get out of there as fast as they could. Once they are gone, the Auditor visibly relaxes and returns his simmering gaze back over his precious Player’s suffering form that laid in the bed. It has only been a few days that he brought you here to Nevada and you have already gotten very ill…and he didn’t know a thing about human anatomy. He and the other employers were stumped on what to do…and the Auditor HATED not knowing what to do. He felt so sickeningly powerless as he gently sticks out a shadowy claw and wipes at your forehead, the condensation that built up on your forehead evaporating as he drags his hand around your face tenderly. Oh, his poor Player. As much as he loved suffering and pain, yours was just a sight not even he could stomach. Such a beautiful being…ravaged by a disease that plagues your very body…and he felt so useless in response to this event. He should’ve been prepared for any side effects that would’ve come out of your transportation to Nevada. This error of judgement and general incompetence just would not do. Hopefully his staff wouldn’t be so useless while he and his employer brethren find some information on how to help you recover from this bothersome illness that ails you so. He just brought you here. He doesn’t intend to lose you. Not now…not ever. He would do everything in his power to make sure you get better. He promises.

[saltymongoose]

Haha, the timing on this was perfect, I get to read stuff both during break and after work which is great lol. Excellent job yet again; I absolutely love the details you included here with the unstable strings and the warmth that gets weaker when the Player is ill. It’s writing like this that is really inspiring to me, so thank you! ❤❤❤❤

(And thank you for the compliment as well, I’m happy I could make y'all so much stuff for the AU and I’m flattered you like it so much to begin with haha. (´꒳`)♡)

[imiliens-deactivated20221124]

[cloudy-dayys]

hank wimbledork doodles bc god im always gonna be so feral over this man

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[saltymongoose]

Alright, finally got the second part here for you guys. I hope you like them and that y'all have a good day! :) 💕

[Finale] They Protect a Transmasc!Reader from their Abusive Family ft. Deimos & 2BDamned

(TW: Transphobia, Verbal Abuse, Violence, ft. Transmasc!Reader)

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos honestly didn't know how to feel when you first told him about your familial situation. A combination of disbelief and outrage would be his first reaction, because why and how anyone could treat you that way is just nonsensical to him. You were so nice and kind, and really, it doesn't take a genius to understand your gender identity. Attacking you for that is just stupid, especially when they're revealing the fact that they're too dumb to understand that you're a man.

While Deimos wasn't exactly lax on keeping you safe before by any means (especially given his reputation and wanted status), learning that your family was a threat to you just upped that by a hundred. While he won't keep you from them or argue too much if you have to go to their home, you can bet that he'll want to come with you. Deimos doesn't care how long you're going to be there, or how trivial the reason behind the visit is, he's going to be right at your side if you have to face them. (Even if he has to skip out on work and risk a lecture from Doc to do it, keeping you safe is worth it.)

He also notices that you seem very anxious on the way there too (for good reason), which just makes his protective instincts flair up even more. He'll wrap an arm around your shoulders and tug you into his side to keep you close, purring a bit as you ease at the physical contact. He'd try to distract you with jokes and comments, but he figures the situation is too serious for that (and that it'd be best to let you mentally prepare for having to see your family, cause he'd have to do that if he were in your shoes).

Before you reach the door, he stops, keeping you beside him for a brief moment. He turns to you with a look of concern, pulling his arm away so he can grasp both of your hands with his. Your fingers wrap around his and he squeezes back affectionately.

"Are you really okay with this?" He asks, searching your face for any sign of you wanting to change your mind. "I can just find what you need so we can go, it's no problem if you don't want to." Deimos doesn't know the first thing about the layout of your family's home or where your things are, or even about who's supposed to be in there at that moment, but he still wants to give you an out.

You sigh, but give him a minuscule smile nonetheless. The situation sucked, but your boyfriend being so concerned about you couldn't be anything but heartwarming. "I don't want to do this, don't get me wrong, but I kinda have to...it's just the quickest way to get out of here." He gives you another questioning look, a silent 'are you sure?', to which you steel your facial expression with a slow nod.

"Alright," he acquiesces, and he leans in to give you a quick kiss before letting go of one of your hands so you can ring the doorbell. You both tense up as the door opens, and he intertwines your fingers, coming to stand closer to you so that whoever came to the door sees him looming at your back.

It takes surprisingly little to piss him off during that visit. The snide look that person who opened the door had once they recognized you was enough to make him huff in annoyance, subsequently bringing your family member's attention to him instead. He's in the middle of habitually pulling out a cigarette when he notices their stare, and he grins at the way they shrink back from you a bit at the sight of him. (Oh, the perks of having "murderer" under your name on every wanted poster in the city.)

Deimos is following at your heels the entire time you're kept there, glaring at anyone who seems to come too close to you as you go about your business. He'll tighten his grip on your hand if he sees you starting to show signs of nervousness, giving you a slight grin that he hopes reassures you. (A large part of him wants to pull you into a tight hug and just take you away, but he didn't want you to have to come back.)

However, it seemed that holding hands with one of Nevada's most wanted, and getting dark glares from him, wasn't enough of a warning for your family members to shut up around you. (Because of course they'd be dumb enough to start something.)

The moment an insult leaves their lips, Deimos' brows furrow in genuine confusion and his teeth clench down on his cigarette. For a split second he can't believe what just came out of them, they wouldn't be so stupid as to aim an abusive remark at you now, right? Surely if they're so fucking selfish that they can't do something as small as respect your identity, they'd at least have a molecule of self-preservation.

But the moment he actually comprehends what they said and realizes yes, they are that stupid and blinded by their prejudice, a genuine growl leaves him, and he whips around to face them. It's only with you keeping your fingers wrapped around his in an iron-clad grip that his hand doesn't leave you entirely, a precaution on your part to stop him from beating them up (because he genuinely seems like he would, at least to you).

At your slight tug on his hand, he looks back at you, eyes glinting dangerously as a scowl darkens his face. But it softens slightly at seeing how you're clearly shaken by the remark, and he shifts closer to your form. But even if he can't launch himself at the abuser, he still has to do so something.

He shifts closer to you, pulling you into his side protectively and leaning over to try and get between you and the abuser. He’s glaring darkly as he addresses them.

“I know Nevada doesn’t have any education programs outside of the Nexus, but holy fucking shit, you’re stupid,” he spits almost dismissively, lips curling in a slight sneer. While Deimos definitely isn’t averse to violence, he’d generally prefer not to have to bloody himself in front of you; you’ve been through enough trauma as is with these people, lord forbid if he causes you more. Doing violent things in front of you was a no-no in his book, but believe him, it's really tempting for him right now.

Instead, he’ll insult them. They want to be verbally abusive? Fine, he can fight fire with fire. Anything they say to you after that is interrupted by his scathing words, from comments on their appearance to their personality, and he'll even bring up some of their past fuck-ups you mentioned before to really rub in how much of an awful, worthless waste of a person they are.

Of course, sometimes he has to “rebut” their unneeded comments on you as well. For example, making outright threats when he responds with “So when I cut off your dick, you won't be a man then? You wanna test that? Cause I got time.” or something similar. Ordinarily it’d be funny to hear him be so blatantly annoyed, but this goes beyond that for him, if anyone gives you shit for who you are, it's personal.

And his insults only get more threatening as time goes on. You only need to give him a few minutes in the spotlight for him to be promising physical harm to them if they try anything with you again. It all comes to a crescendo when you give him a small gesture to indicate you being ready to leave and he walks past them (quite insistent on keeping himself between you yet again).

He lets his fingers slip from yours for a moment to lean into the face of your abuser, blowing smoke in their face as they flinch back.

"You know my friend Sanford, right?" He asks, a sharp-toothed grin splitting his face. "Has "torturer" written on his poster? I've picked up a few things from him, and I've been waiting for an opportunity to try them out. Say that dumbass "not a real man" transphobic bullshit to my boyfriend again - fucking lie like that to him cause he is a real one - and there won't be enough of you left to identify the body. Got it?"

Whether they nod and/or agree doesn't matter, he doesn't care or notice, cause the second he's finished, he's out of the door and back at your side. (If they tried that shit again, he'd make do on his promise. He wasn't kidding, and if they were mistaken on this assumption, it'd be their loss.) "Sorry about that, had some stuff to take care of" is all he says when he returns, putting his cigarette out with his boot and giving you an innocent grin as you look at him in mock-suspicion.

"Sure," you respond, clearly not believing him at all, but you let it go. Deimos threatening your family wasn't that big of a deal compared to the other things he could've done. Besides, you really didn't have the energy to reprimand him on something so small. (And it was a little cathartic to see your family getting a bit of what they dished out, as you'd realize later after you both went home.) "...Thanks for that, though. You didn't have to go that far, I think, but it helped me a lot - more than you could know."

You turn to give him a small, if not a little tired smile, but your eyes widen when he nearly throws himself at you to give you a hug, immediately getting in your space and tugging you into his arms. "Awww, babe, it's no problem," he purrs as he nuzzles into your neck (as he'd been wanting to do the entire time you were in that building). You can feel his teeth brushing you as he smiles into your jaw, already starting to pepper your skin with quick kisses. "Really, I'd do anything for you, you know that. I love you."

You relax into your boyfriend's hold, letting out a content sigh as a warm feeling settles in your chest. He was always so sweet to you, even if a tad excitable at times. (Though this only endeared you to him further.) Dealing with your family was a pain, but having him there to help you made it infinitely easier. You always knew that he'd support you; there was no question in your mind that he'd be willing to fight for you, he was always so earnest and true in his affections that it'd be impossible to question that fact.

As he showers you in affection, whispering little praises about how proud of you he is and pecking you on every untouched space of skin to make you laugh, you can't help but think of how much you adore him. You murmur your own response softly, and he smiles, red tinting his cheeks as he purrs even louder. "I love you too, Dei."

- [2BDAMNED] -

If there is anyone who’s immediately willing to get you out of anywhere having to do with your family after hearing about your situation, it’s 2BDamned. He has the resources to bring you wherever you want, and he’s more than happy to “pierce the corporate veil” and allocate some of the SQ’s resources towards himself if it’d help you out in the end.

(Seriously, he’s brought it up more than a few times, and it’s not like the consequences would be too bad. Not even his agents know the full financial details of their organization, and it’s not like he has to report to anyone about it.)

Unfortunately for him, you don't accept it (because it's really unnecessary to use the funds of a paramilitary organization to get you a better apartment, even if it's very generous of him). It still doesn't feel right for him to just leave you like that though, so he'll volunteer to move in with you if you'd like. (Someone has to be around to keep you safe in this wasteland if your family is too incompetent and mentally deficient to.)

Doc isn't exactly someone who gets out a lot, so you have an abundance of time together. This means more time to bond, and of course, more discussions about your family.

2B is a surprisingly easy person to vent to, all things considered. He never interrupts or gives you unnecessary advice about what you're going through, or pretends to know all the answers. He just listens without judgement, so you feel at ease enough to spill story after story about your family's treatment of you. He's happy you can talk to him about this, that you feel comfortable with discussing your past with your family and why things are so tense with them. However, that doesn't make him gloss over what they did.

A weight comes off your shoulders with each venting session, all the while Doc's making mental notes on every little thing you mention; every offense your family has made is carefully recorded, and it only furthers the rage he feels over their actions.

Doc typically wastes no time in dealing with threats to you, he's so efficient with it that you don't know the true depth of danger you've been in before he tells you. (AAHW Agents could be crafty with their infiltration methods, to make a long story short.) For their treatment of you, your family deserves the same method of punishment, as far as he's concerned. In fact, they should get worse since they've already damaged you with their disparaging comments.

He's brought this up to you before to get your opinion, but it seems you didn't want them to be hurt that badly (at least not physically). That's a shame, he'd actually been considering getting one of his more experienced agents to handle this. However, he respects your opinion here, and just because he can't have them beaten within an inch of their lives doesn't mean he can't use other more subtle measures.

2B has a vast network of agents and informants working for him, he's sure he could dig up some dirt on who's been abusing you. (Just in case he might end up needing it for later. And really, blackmail was merciful compared to how he'd rather handle them.) In fact, that's part of what he busies himself with before you eventually have to head back to their place (for a reason you can't avoid this time). You don't even have to ask him to come along, he's ready to go the moment you mention anything about taking a trip over there. (It's not like he'd ever allow you to go there alone without support, are you kidding?)

While you wouldn't go as far as to describe Doc as tense on the way there, he certainly isn't relaxed. He seems expectant in a way, like he has already foreseen what awful things your family will try to pull. He has, to some degree; it doesn't take a genius to know that your family will try something while you're there, his question is what. In any case, he carries himself calmly, even if you can tell he's, quite frankly, pissed off that you're forced to go see the people who've been ridiculing you for such a long time.

Once you enter the house, it's made clear that his expectation will become a reality (or at least, some people will try to make it so). The mocking looks and glares at you are evidence enough of this. In response to their silent acts of ridicule, Doc will approach you and tug you to his side, looping an arm around your waist to keep you close. It's an entirely casual thing to do as someone's partner, putting your hand on the other's hip like this, but it's more of a warning in this case. One that your family should've been able to recognize from many different factors.

In all honesty, if your family had any intelligence whatsoever, they'd have known better than to attempt any of their usual abusive behavior towards you when he’s around, most certainly wouldn’t. It’s not like his status in Nevada is really well known (something he made sure of for both of your safeties), but even being around 2BDamned would make someone feel on edge unless you knew him well. He can be very abrasive even without saying very much, and it feels like you're walking on eggshells if he has any reason to be even slightly annoyed at you. You're exempt from this, but others, not so much.

For you, it's honestly a little amusing to see your family act so awkward around him. You're entirely comfortable with Doc (he's your partner, so of course you'd be) but to see others flounder about while trying to remain at ease around him when you know for a fact he's acting obtuse on purpose is gratifying in some way. You're always tense around your family, so to watch them have a taste of their own medicine was nice for a change. But because your family is the way they are, the slight nicety of the moment can't last.

Doc is equally bewildered and disgusted when someone from your family tries to lean closer to him and make a "joke" about your "lack of masculinity" and how it's "funny" that "you think you're a man". He honestly can't tell what's more idiotic; the fact that your family can't understand that you're a man when the concept is so simple to grasp, or that their idea of trying to "break the ice" with a stranger is to insult their partner to their face, and in front of the person they're commenting on.

(Then again, after hearing about their history of making comments like that, it’s not like 2B thought they were that smart to begin with. He briefly notes that you must've gotten your intelligence from elsewhere.)

As stated before, Doc is very efficient in how he deals with problems. Your family is a problem, so they must be dealt with as well, simple as that.

He lets the silence stew in the air as your family member realizes that he's not going to "play along" with this little act they're doing. "...I can't think of any logical reason why you'd find spouting falsehoods about my boyfriend funny. Or are you so entertained by bigotry that you fail to recognize how stupid you sound?" Doc responds flatly, leaning back and further into you as you wring your hands. He shoots you a concerned look from behind his mask. You're anxious and uncomfortable and he hates that. He leans his head on yours and you shift closer to his comfortable warmth.

(You can feel yourself spiraling from the comment and the sharp sting that permeates through you at the hurt that they just cause, but focusing on Doc an that moment helps. He's safe, and that's all you can think about as you nudge closer to him.)

All the while, the perpetrator is sputtering and trying to get an adequate response to 2B's question. In typical moronic fashion, they appear as though they're about to result to more insults instead, from how their eyes appear to pause on you. But Doc is tired of you being the victim in these situations, so he won't let them get another word out.

The moment he sees their pathetic expression switch to a smirk and they make a move to comment about you again is it for him, and you can only watch with a derisive look as your partner sighs and leaves your space a bit before reaching out to grab your family member's collar. He yanks them towards him harshly, paying no mind to how they flail and try to wrench his hand away. They choke on their loud protests when he raises his hand and they're forced to crane their neck uncomfortably to look into the red lenses of his mask.

"I'm only going to say this once. I'm sick of your mindless jabs and insults towards him," he speaks lowly, tilting his head in your direction as you avert your eyes from the pair. "Whether or not you can comprehend that he is a man is inconsequential; you being a brainless idiot who cannot understand reality has nothing to do with who he is." He lets the abuser go, slowly heading back to your side where he can comfort you and help you get ready to leave this wretched place. "I don't want to hear another syllable from you in his direction; if you ever say anything like that to him again, I will find out about it, and once I'm through with you, you will wish that I were merciful enough to end your life here and now instead of letting you have a second chance."

(It's too serious to be a threat, no, instead this is a promise. If your family member lacks the common sense to leave you alone, then he'll get rid of them like everyone else who dared to threaten your health. The only difference here is that the blood they happened to share with the person he loves would give them another opportunity to avoid this outcome. They should consider themselves lucky that you had him wrapped around your finger so well, or else he wouldn't have thought twice about it.)

Once you're finally away from your family's home, he'll stop you so he can look you over. It's less to check for physical injuries and more of an excuse to survey your body language, and you're endeared by how worried he seems as he runs his hands over your arms and shoulders as he examines you. You doubt he's as gentle with anyone else he's had to play medic for before (and you'd be right).

Although, it doesn't matter how nervous you appear, he's still pulling you into a tender embrace, hand coming up to shift his mask to the side so he can give you a quick kiss on your temple. "I'm sorry about that back there, I hadn't expected to lose my temper so quickly," he apologizes, feeling guilty about exposing you to more threats and making the atmosphere more tense. (Because even if the thought of threatening your abusers was incredibly tantalizing, he'd never want to damage you as they've done so often.)

You look at him with slight confusion before pulling back a bit. "Oh no, no, you're fine. I wasn't expecting it but it was kinda...nice? It feels good to be protected."

It was true; Doc wasn't someone who got directly involved in matters very often, so to have him go out of his way to defend you like this personally was a little new - but more than welcomed by you. It shows how deeply he cares for you, and a part of you melts at how soft he is with you (though that's not new for your relationship).

He seems incredulous at your response. "Well you should; I love you and I won't allow you to be attacked in such ways. Besides, you're my partner, and I wouldn't be a very good one to you if I just let you be disrespected like that."

You give him a warm look that he returns, even if he's unsure of why his words struck you so deeply. To him, it was simply the right thing to adhere to, but to you, it meant so much more. 2BDamned isn't someone who most would describe as loving or affectionate, but to you he was without second thought or question. It came naturally to him, to love you as much as he did and show you gestures that demonstrated his care for you. In some ways, he could even be described as doting, with how protective and concerned for your well-being he was at all times.

2BDamned's fondness for you knows no bounds, and he accepts that fact with open arms. You've never had someone love you as much as he did, and while he could only hope that at least a fraction of the true depth of his affections came through with his actions, you hoped just as desperately that he realizes how much you love him too. Although, as your eyes glimmer with warmth and a small smile spreads across your face, and Doc wordlessly shifts his mask to kiss you again (because he can never help himself), you think he knows this just as well.

[saltymongoose]

Hi, are your requests still open?? Or I'll even pay you to write something too.

If they are, can I request fic with Deimos, Hank, 2B, and Sanford protecting and comforting a FTM(not transitioned yet) reader that is their partner. They protect him from an abusive family member? If that's not okay then maybe just comforting them on a really really bad dysphoria day?

I'm dealing with major family issues rn on top of my HEDS/POTS flair ups and I'm just breaking down and need some comfort from my boys that would def hug me and kiss me and tell me im okay and tell my family members to "Fuck off cuz I am a real man." I'm trying to draw some art too... but I have major art block art.. but your writing Is amazing and inspirational. I always look forward to everything you do. You are my hero and I wish I could write like you. Thank you for everything you do and please take care of yourself! Drink and eat pls!!❤️❤️❤️

Also this is the first time I'm asking something and I'm to nervous to come of anon so I guess you could call me...Kai? Thanks and sorry if this is too much yiu can ignore it

I'm sorry to hear about everything you've been going through Kai, it's beyond awful to have family members who're so unsupportive and damaging. :( I'd be more than happy to provide some comfort and protection from the boys for you, and as always, free of charge. <3 (Thank you so so much for your kind words as well, they're awfully sweet of you to say and reading them made me pretty emotional haha. I'm glad you like my work so much, it's readers like yourself that make writing so fulfilling for me, so thank you for that as well. And please take care of yourself too, of course. :)) 💕

(Note: I was going to include all of the four in this as usual, but I've decided to rewrite some stuff in Dei and Doc's and these are pretty long already, so here's a Part 1 for you. The finale will be out either later today or tomorrow, and a link to that will be added here for convenience. Thank you for your patience!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️)

[Part 1] They Protect a Transmasc!Reader from their Abusive Family ft. Hank & Sanford

(TW: Transphobia, Verbal Abuse, Violence (they're not yandere but still, it's Madcom), ft. Transmasc!Reader)

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Anyone who knows of your significance to Hank would realize that it’s not exactly a good idea to try anything against you, whether it be trying to make you uncomfortable or attacking you physically.

Your partner is the most wanted man in Nevada, and he has absolutely no patience when it comes to anyone or anything threatening you, period. It doesn’t matter if it’s some random grunt on the street, or some agent Doc insists he works with, or even if they’re an Employer. If they hurt you in any way, shape, or form, he’s paying them back for it tenfold.

It’s only right since you’re likely a target simply for your relationship with him and he considers it his “job” to protect the people he loves. And by that, just you, really. He can’t even remember the names of the other SQ members he works with 90% of the time, so you’re it for him. Although this just means all of his protective instincts are centered on a single person, which if anything would be more of a deterrent. (For mildly intelligent people, at least.)

However, while he never expected your family of all groups to be added to his “blacklist”, he isn’t averse to going after them the same way he does all your other persecutors. Hank genuinely couldn’t care less about their blood relation with you or any history you have with them; he solves nearly all his problems with violence anyway, so another set of bodies means very little to him in the long run. (Bear in mind, he won’t outright kill them in front of you, you don’t need to see that.)

Though because you’d generally prefer not to have to deal with organizing a funeral or explaining why your significant other gunned down your family (to your other family members who you'd prefer not to speak to), you made him swear not to kill them. A shame since they more than deserved it to him, but you're one of the few people Hank actually listens to, so he'll go along with it.

However, you never told him that he couldn't be violent with his protectiveness, even if they didn't end up dead.

So when he happens to be accompanying you to your family’s place to fetch some of your things and someone decides to make a little unwelcome comment about you (something about how you’re “never gonna be a real man”, whatever that means), he bristles when he hears the words. The look of discomfort and sadness on your face immediately drives him to physically threaten them; he's quick to invade the offending family member's space, anger coursing through his veins as a hand reaches for one of his knives.

It doesn’t take long for whoever made the comment to be thrown to their knees, a blade at their throat before you’re able to stop him. He's always been impulsive, and what they've just done to you would be enough to warrant murder if it were from anyone else. (They should consider themselves lucky you were more merciful than he was.)

He can only think of the look of your frowning visage as he grabs their jaw harshly, almost driving the knife into them as they jolt in his grasp. He usually doesn't care about insults, but if they're against you and targeting something so intrinsic to who you are, it's enough to piss him off immensely on your behalf, to say the least.

"Newsflash, asshole. Nobody asked for your dogshit opinion," he hisses, jostling your terrified family member before forcefully turning them to look in your direction. "See him? He's a real man. If you're too stupid to understand that, that's on you. But if you say anything like that to my boyfriend again, I'll fucking kill you, understand, dipshit?"

You know it's more of a bluff than a genuine promise, given the fact that you've been over this with him before. (Or at least you think so.) You ignore your family member's pleading for Hank to let them go, as well as the other people in the house who've come to watch, still feeling hurt at their comment. Having your partner there made it better, but it still didn't lessen the sting of the words themselves.

Hank notices this of course and will drop the offending individual to the floor (paying no mind to how their skull painfully hits the concrete below them, whoops) so he can pick you up protectively and remove you from the situation entirely. You let him, of course, silently eyeing your family from over his bicep as you snuggle into his arms, relaxing a little for once that evening.

The complete juxtaposition in Hank's behavior the moment you two exit through the front door is honestly amusing to you in retrospect, but in your sickened feelings at what just happened you don't notice it. He holds you tighter to himself as he walks, leaning down to press his forehead to yours and nuzzle into your temple. You told him once that his purring was comforting for you, so he'll do it here, and loudly too. He's relieved when he feels you sink into his grasp more at all his affection, but he can tell what just happened is still weighing on you.

Despite excelling at dealing with matters physically, Hank is very inept at anything concerning emotions (and to his credit, he knows it very well). He'll still try though since you need the encouragement and he hates seeing that despondent look on you. (He also just loves you and wants you to be alright, but that's hardly anything new.)

"You okay?" He rasps lowly, almost whispering to you, and you give a strained half smile in response. He tilts his head in concern and you sigh, reaching up to cup his cheek and watching as he leans into your hand absentmindedly.

"Not really, no, that was…a lot. I will be though, eventually…Thanks for that, by the way," you say, voice small as you rest your head on his chest. It’s funny, you were only there for forty-five minutes and you’re exhausted. This only makes you doubly grateful for your partner being willing to carry you and comfort you physically, even when you don’t feel like talking.

You could feel him nod resolutely against your hand, the only reply you’ll get from him on this matter. His silence is fine with you; you were so close that you didn’t need words to understand his view anyway. Especially not with how he makes sure to hold you as close to him as possible on the way back, wrapping you up tightly in his arms as if to protect you from the rest of the world as he takes you back home, where you’ll be safe from everything else.

Hank’s type of care is a strange one. Filled with gentle touches and harsh protectiveness, Nevada’s most infamous mass murderer is nothing if not soft around you. You were a point of vulnerability for him, but one that he welcomed with open arms. He’d rather die than let something happen to you (and he’d be very willing to if it came down t it). Even if the threat isn’t incredibly violent, his main priority is your well-being, whether that be your physical or mental health. Perhaps this is why you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms, content that he’d keep you safe as you went home. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you and you knew it. After all, he loves you beyond belief, just as you do him.

- [SANFORD] -

As one of the few people in Nevada who actually has a semi-intact family in his life, Sanford knows the true value of having close relationships with your parents and/or siblings. However, he realizes that your family is also the people who can cause you the most suffering. They know every little button to press to get a reaction, and it's only elevated to a more painful level if they don’t accept you for who you truly are.

In all likelihood, you’ve confided to him before about your familial situation, and what he heard both depressed and angered him. How anyone could be so awful to you is just beyond him; you’re one of the nicest people he’s had the pleasure of coming across and he wouldn’t trade you for everything, why would your family do you so much harm purposefully?

The feeling of disgust only festers with each time you tell him about another one of your family's abusive actions towards you, and he honestly considers just suggesting you cut them off. They don't deserve to have someone like you around them, just as you don't deserve to be mistreated for something as simple as your gender identity. You don't need to justify who you are to them, and the fact that they badger you about it and degrade you is enough to make his blood boil.

You probably don't see your family that often anyway, cause once you two got together he was fully willing to just get a place with you away from anywhere having to do with them. The further the better. (The last thing he wanted to happen was for them to encounter you when you went out for groceries or ran errands. More distance meant more safety from them, after all.)

It's not that he wants to isolate you or anything like that, and really you're free to do what you want, he just doesn't want to run the risk of them hurting you more than they have already. As such, he’s hesitant to even drive you to visit them, to be completely honest. You don’t deserve to be put in a potentially abusive situation, but if you have to be around your family for whatever reason, he insists on accompanying you.

He holds your hand the entire way there, throwing you soft looks to gauge your mood and running a thumb over your knuckles when he sees your nervous posturing. He hopes that his reassurance will help in some way, even if he's also dreading encountering your family.

He's tense at your side the moment you both walk through the door to your family's home, putting himself between you and any family members as he oversees your interactions. Most would feel threatened by his posturing; it’d be quite obvious that he’s acting as sort of a sentinel for you, and having someone like him as a protector should be a deterrent to any awful behavior. Lest they end up suffering some harsh consequences for their actions.

But of course, this doesn’t stop some people. Perhaps they just walked in and saw you, thinking you were on your own and taking it as an opportunity to slew some abuse at you, completely oblivious to the fact that your partner was just across the room. Or maybe they were just ignorant enough to believe your partner wouldn’t protect you from them.

However, they’ll notice and realize the reality of the situation soon enough. It’s impossible not to when they open their mouth to make a disparaging comment about you and are met with a painfully tight grip on their shoulder and the broad form of your boyfriend looming over them.

You'll notice that their abusive remark is cut off by a sharp squeak, and turn to see them looking almost sickly with fear at your boyfriend. The same whose glare seems to darken when they have the nerve to send a pleading glance towards you to make him stop, as if they're not the one who tried to verbally attack you in the first place.

No matter, he'll helpfully twist them around so he's all they see instead. (Quickly too, since he hated the way you seemed to freeze when they tried to make eye contact with you.) The perpetrator is terrified to their core since they know very well about who he is, but the short apologies they try to stammer out don't quell any of Sanford's anger at them. It's not him they should be apologizing to.

He'd even consider forcing them to right that moment if he couldn't read you as well as he does. He knows from your shaky motions and quick glances back at him that having any prolonged contact with them would probably just risk upsetting you more, and besides, what kind of a partner would he be if he brought his boyfriend's abuser closer to him?

Despite this, he won't let go of them. He's almost like a guard dog that's latched onto someone, unwilling to let them move a mere inch away as you go about your business. While you're distracted, he'll even lean down to get uncomfortably close to your family member to give them a bit of a warning, silently delighting in how they jump at his sudden movements.

"You aren't gonna say another fucking word to him, understand?" He hisses, "None of this shit about you not understanding that he's a man - cause that's what he is, dumbass. You can fuck off if you think I'll just let you insult him like that, or I'll make you wish you knew better."

They nod frantically, and he gives them a sardonic, if not outright threatening grin. Just in time too, as you turn back to them with some personal belongings gathered in your arms. You don't look at your family member when you approach, but Sanford's quick to disregard them as well once you're a meter or two from them. (He doesn't want you to have to be too close to them, anyway).

He gives their shoulder one last squeeze, threatening to pierce their skin with his claws before he lets go and returns to your side. You find it slightly amusing that he insists on wiping his hand off on his pants before he holds yours again, and as you exit the building he makes a joke about not wanting any "filth" to touch you. It makes you smile a bit, which relieves him.

He has a thoughtful look on his face as he helps you into his truck, one he always seems to get whenever the topic of your family comes up. You give him a few questioning glances, silently prodding at what's eating away at him as he seems to mull over something for a moment. He then turns to you, giving you a warm smile.

“I’m really proud of you, you know? I don't know how I'd be if my family pulled something like that with me," he remarks, giving you a playful glare when you shrug and avert your eyes, already beginning to formulate some sort of retort to his praise.

"I mean, I didn't do very much-"

"Not this time, I guess, at least not physically. But you've dealt with their shit for years, so I'd say you're stronger than you think you are." He states simply, a tone of finality in his words. Under no circumstance would he let you downplay or disregard your own feelings and role in this; so what if you didn't want to get in their face as he would? Physical confrontations aren't everything, especially when he's half sure those pigheaded people in your family wouldn't change with or without them. The point was that you're perfect just as you are, and you don't need some dumbasses who don't know anything to make you doubt that.

You understand as much when he leans over to give you a quick kiss on your temple, whispering so before leaving another peck on your cheek and pulling back. For that simple moment, your anxiety is quelled. Funny, how something as common as Sanford giving you affection could calm you down so much. The love he has for you is pure and nearly overwhelming sometimes; it fills you with a warmth so comforting, and a feeling of gentle reassurance you don't know how you went without before. And you knew it was the same for him.

For now, though, Sanford thinks he's got a bit of a solution to this issue (if you could call it one). He's been thinking about it for a while, but now that he's seen firsthand the quality (or lack thereof) of people in your family, he doesn't think it's going too fast. At least, he hopes you won't think so either.

Your attention is caught again when he mutters your name, and you look over to see him staring down at the dashboard, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he nervously clears his throat. It's weird to see him so nervous, but it's cute; it reminds you of when you first started dating and he was so anxious about being with someone seriously, least of all someone he admired so much.

"I know this might be too fast, but..you could, well, "join" my family, if you want. My mom's been asking about you, and they just really want to meet you, to be honest. Probably because of how I don't shut up about you," he laughs a little awkwardly, and you smile at how bashful he looks, brow quirking at the question. "They're not...like yours, and I know they won't screw with you like that. So..would you want to?" He looks hopeful as he eyes you, and you can see the slightest bit of apprehension in the way he shifts his hands against the wheel as he waits for your answer.

You hum in thought, genuinely considering the offer. Sanford's without a doubt the nicest guy you've ever met, and you don't think his family would be spoken about so highly by him if they weren't the same. Besides, there's no harm in meeting your boyfriend's family. However, there's a little something about the way he worded it that made you curious.

"Yeah, I'm down for that. All this talk about me joining your family is pre-tty interesting though, babe," you begin, a teasing lilt to your voice as you lean over the console to perch your chin on his shoulder. "You thinking about proposing?"

He sputters, face going red as you chuckle at him. He's quick to make a recovery though, nudging his elbow at you as he shakes his head to himself (he can't hide his own grin, despite this). You feel relaxed as you lean back into your seat, grateful for the distraction in light of everything else that happened that day.

Although, you don't make it entirely back to your seat before Sanford reaches out for your hand again. His larger hand returns to hold yours just as it was on the way to your family's place, and you can see a slight blush tinge his cheeks when you turn yours over to interlace your fingers. He only has a single real response to your teasing, but it's enough to make you double-take.

"That depends, would you say yes?"

[saltymongoose]

Oh, YAY!!! I thought about this one right after you posted the first revival kiss!

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So, the Player's revival kisses are great, right? Less work for the Player when it comes to healing and it's enjoyable for their vessels too! Everyone wins.

But what if the Reader starts getting a bit too used to reviving their vessels with a kiss?

It's an interesting feeling and it's starting to grow on them because it feels nice.

They get so used to it, that they want to try doing it out of battle. Maybe it feels different when they aren't trying to keep their vessels from croaking?

-I mean, they've got four attractive beings to test this idea out on-

But how would they approach them about this?

Would they pull one of them aside after a mission and just ask them to make out with them in some alleyway? It would probably be from the rush of adrenaline from the mission, but they still had a chance of getting caught.

Or would they wait until they return to the base before springing the question onto their very lucky vessel? It would be a bit more private, but the Player might have to wait longer.

Or maybe you have some better ideas of how they would ask! :)

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Anyways, that's just my silly little thoughts going nuts.

Thanks again for everything you do! I'll be busy making more ideas!

~Lovebug Anon ❤️🐞

Omg this is amazing! You're a complete genius, Lovebug Anon. :D I wrote a long response to this initially, but decided to make some short headcanons again. It gets suggestive, but nothing too bad. Just making out. 👍

[Part 2] The Player's Kisses Restore Health ft. Hank, Sanford, Deimos, & 2BDamned

(TW: !Suggestive!, Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

It would probably be a nice feeling to do this for them, since it's likely that the warm, healing sensation that occurs slightly affects you as well. There's no harm in choosing to heal them this way more often either; with their rather enthusiastic responses to it, it certainly seems like they enjoy it quite a lot. Plus, given how good it felt for you too, it made sense to indulge in the feeling a little more. It helped either way, so there was no problem with it.

Beyond this, it would still be good to try and see what your abilities could do. It was a part of your responsibilities as their Player to assist them in any way you could. If anything, it wouldn't make sense not to try kissing them when they're not close to death-just to see what would happen, of course.

You'd be really short on time if you decided to pull one of them into an alley, though, because the others would be very quick to notice your disappearance. Your chosen vessel would be slightly confused at your hastiness but would follow without question, because it's you of course. And then you break the question to them.

"Okay, so listen, I was thinking about maybe trying the kiss thing outside of combat? Just to see if it's any different, y'know? I-its fine if you don't want to, I just like doing it with you so I figure I'd ask."

If you chose Deimos for this, he'd probably do something embarrassing like exclaiming a cracked "Yes!" as soon as the question left you, before blinking and immediately realizing that he overdid it. And also attempting to "amend" his response.

"Uh, yes, I'd like that."

He's honestly really excited at this, so much that he can barely stand still. His face is bright red and you immediately notice the heat radiating off of him, which is funny in this circumstance. (You've found that it happens when you fluster Deimos a lot, almost like his pyrokinesis is on the verge of acting up. It's kinda cute, to be honest.)

You reach up and grip his face yourself before pulling him in, and he leans into you with a pleased sigh, pressing his lips against yours. You press at the seam of his mouth with your tongue and he melts into you with a whine, hands coming to clasp your shirt tightly. He really hadn't been expecting that.

Sanford can't find it within himself to respond verbally, just nodding quickly in response to your question as his face turns crimson. He even tries to hide the wide grin that starts to tug at his lips, but he can't help himself. He's gentle when he kisses you; cupping your face with one of his callused hands and softly brushing his lips against yours.

He lingers for a few moments before making a move to pull back slightly -since he doesn't want to cross any of your boundaries-but he inhales sharply once you pull him back in. You can immediately tell that your unexpected actions had an effect on him, feeling the way he shivers when you put a hand on his bare chest. He jolts with a gasp when you nip his bottom lip. How cute.

Hank would be really enthusiastic at this, and you giggle at just how much he's shaking in response to your question. He'd have to lean down pretty far to actually fulfill your wish, given the drastic height difference between the two of you. Or better yet he could just pick you up instead, leaning you comfortably against one of the walls as you pull his mask down to reveal his face. He leans into you immediately, smothering you in his presence as he eagerly presses into you.

Something you've realized early on is that Hank doesn't exactly have a lot to kiss with, given his metal jaw. So he uses his tongue instead, curiously nudging yours as he quite literally invades your mouth, running over your teeth and into every crevice it can reach. You exhale through your nose but welcome it nonetheless, because it might be odd (since it's weirdly long?), but it actually feels quite nice.

You still have to pull away rather quickly though, because you are at high risk of being found out. Although Hank seems rather displeased if his desperate attempts to kiss you again say anything about it. He interrupts your view when you try to see if the others are coming and you try to stifle your laugh at his indignant look. He just wants to feel you again, uncaring of whether your other vessels see you two like this. If anything he would welcome it. Let them witness how much you really favor him.

You'd have to use a more private approach on 2BDamned regardless since he's typically back at the base anyway. He'd stare at you for a moment once you asked, and a long moment at that. You were about to awkwardly ask him to disregard the question when he straightened up and coughed into his fist, trying to compose himself. (He honestly never expected you to ask him to do this with you, with how the others might've been closer to you. He actually thought he imagined it for a second.)

"I'd be happy to help you with that, more than happy, even." 'I'd do anything for you, you know that,' he wants to add, but hesitancy nags at him.

Then he has to wait until you two can finally be alone, which is rare enough with how the others often interrupt your time together. You'll never see him as openly impatient as that day, bouncing his knee under the table and trying to do paperwork that he quite obviously isn't focused on for hours on end. He even gets irritable with the others, just wishing that they'd go off and do anything else and leave you with him for a while.

But once they're gone, he only feels a little embarrassed at the blush that colors his face underneath the mask and bandages you help him remove. He gives you what he hopes is a charming smile, which only warms further when you gently trace the scar tissue around his mouth as you cup his face and lean in to kiss him.

But unlike he was expecting, you don't stop, moving your lips against his and pulling him even closer in a way that makes him weak. His hands tremble ever so slightly as they move to rest on your waist.

The feeling for all of them is a lot better now that they aren't on the verge of death. For one, they aren't weak and barely grasping to consciousness, so they can really appreciate the feeling of you against them. The warmth of your presence is almost burning, but it's even more pleasant than they'd imagined. Yet it only ignites their need for more. You'd been so generous to them already, surely you'd allow them that too, right?

[homunculus-argument]

Hey btw, if you're doing worldbuilding on something, and you're scared of writing ~unrealistic~ things into it out of fear that it'll sound lazy and ripped-out-of-your-ass, but you also don't want to do all the back-breaking research on coming up with depressingly boring, but practical and ~realistic~ solutions, have a rule:

Just give the thing two layers of explanation. One to explain the specific problem, and another one explaining the explanation. Have an example:

Plot hole 1: If the vampires can't stand daylight, why couldn't they just move around underground?

Solution 1: They can't go underground, the sewer system of the city is full of giant alligators who would eat them.

Well, that's a very quick and simple explanation, which sure opens up additional questions.

Plot hole 2: How and why the fuck are there alligators in the sewers? How do they survive, what do they eat down there when there's no vampires?

Solution 2: The nuns of the Underground Monastery feed and take care of them as a part of their sacred duties.

It takes exactly two layers to create an illusion that every question has an answer - that it's just turtles all the way down. And if you're lucky, you might even find that the second question's answer loops right back into the first one, filling up the plot hole entirely:

Plot hole 3: Who the fuck are the sewer nuns and what's their point and purpose?

Solution 3: The sewer nuns live underground in order to feed the alligators, in order to make sure that the vampires don't try to move around via the sewer system.

When you're just making things up, you don't need to have an answer for everything - just two layers is enough to create the illusion of infinite depth. Answer the question that looms behind the answer of the first question, and a normal reader won't bother to dig around for a 3rd question.

[bfleuter]

This is good advice on worldbuilding.

And also. 

I would really like to play a vampire-hunting sewer-nun and her pet alligator in a ttrpg.

[bfleuter]

Woops uh oh oops woops.

[valtsv]

obsessed with the concept of being haunted by yourself

[valtsv]

maybe you were someone you hate now, and that person remains a cold hand on your shoulder that says you do not deserve this. perhaps you had to destroy yourself and become someone else to escape something worse - but now they hang over you like a shroud. you abandoned me. everyone did, but you - you were all i had. and you left me to rot. maybe the life you could have had was taken from you - and isn't that a death of sorts? - and now it shadows your every step. you keep moving further away, but it follows. there's a ghost after you, and it wears a frighteningly familiar face.

[batchygyo]

I just came up to using the textchat color in game for their eyes, turns out not bad for me.

[macabro]

You guys remember when I said that I didn't what the mermaid AU drawings to get any more attention? Well... 👉👈 I been thinking about redrawing them but this time with the doc too...

(I'm still choosing the species for his fishy bit, so If you have any suggestions you can send them my way)

Here's one of the drawings if you have no clue what I'm talking about.

[leviathanshark]

Don't think, just kill.