Striker
Striker was someone I had a soft spot for.
Even though he’s kind of a massive douchebag I like his voice, his design and I have some writing ideas on if Striker was ever a good guy.
I doubt he would have a switch up but if he wasn’t a big asshole and dealt through his problems, I think he would be a fun addition to the team!
Also in this AU, where Striker isn’t a dick with issues and is apart of I.M.P, I imagine him living in IMP city in a decent enough apartment but he doesn’t live there all the time, only when he was I.M.P work, otherwise he’s mostly in Wrath, doing work and living there.
Striker
Striker would be the opposite of himself in the show, more stable and self assured, still confident but not in the EXTREME WAY. He’s still cool and composed, sure he has problems but he is aware of it and tries his best to deal with it. He’s also kind in a subtle way as he is still kind of scared to be vulnerable and getting too close to people.
He can be a goofball mostly unknowingly but he can make a good quip.
But his problems don’t define him basically. He has his shit together, he’s more like someone who is along for the ride and then being the emotional rollercoaster and I imagine him being the cool chill one that isn’t always there because he’s doing other things but he’ll pop in and do a job.
He’s chill but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still ruthless…it’s more like waiting for the right moment to strike.
Ars Goetia
He still hates the ARs Goetia but it’s more under the surface and can tolerate working for one and being around them but he really doesn’t want to be there and it’s basically like a ticking time bomb.
Blitzø
He likes Blitzø and Blitzø likes Striker. Professionally and as friends but…maybe there’s more? Mostly on Blitzø’s side of things.
They have this dynamic with each other of just bullying Moxxie, where Blitzø would say something stupid, Moxxie would fight it and say it’s stupid while Striker would say it’s genius and it drive Moxxie up the wall while Blitzø and him laugh away. It is of course professional, they work well together on killing the target and have fun while doing it, they both have respect each other. Striker respects Blitzø for starting his own business, while Blitzø respects Striker for just showing up, being there and seeing the guy as a friend…which can make things complicated.
I imagine Blitzø being drunk out of his mind, showing up at Striker’s door and just…SOBBING. Saying incoherently shit while Striker just stands there like “am I getting a raise?” But as a good pal and co-worker he plops Blitzø on his couch while he makes breakfast. (Yes, he cooks. MY POST MY RULES.)
When Blitzø wakes up, Striker immediately puts up boundaries where yes, he cares about Blitzø and is willing to be friends but wants to keep things professional while also suggesting Blitzø deal with his issues as in the middle of the night he pissed on the couch or something crazy like that. So awkward at first, they end up just being good friends with nothing bad happening…
Millie
It’s very much a sister dynamic, like at first he’s all charming like he was in his debut (of course without the bodily harm) but then he and Millie just end up being the semi chill ones as Blitzø is shouting his head off at Moxxie who is near a panic attack, their just good friends who bond over being from Wrath and every now and then spar with each other and it would be a close tie but someone most likely have to intervene as they might actually kill each other.
Moxxie
He treats Moxxie like a little brother, someone to poke fun at and make him insecure a bit but will immediately give advice to him when asked for it and will always have his back, he won’t admit it to Moxxie but he is kind of protective of the guy since he sees Moxxie as less capable then Millie and Blitzø, but he IS IMMEDIATELY proven wrong, Moxxie is capable of things Striker isn’t and he is heavily impressed by that and Moxxie teaches him very important things, like how cool musicals are! (Epic the Musical reference I bet Striker would sing Thunder Bringer under his breath if bored). Just guys being dudes.
Loona
Loona doesn’t like him and Striker doesn’t get the whole daughter thing with the whole Hellhounds being lower thing but he just lets her be and is chill with her, he still believes in some kind of hierarchy which will take him awhile to dismantle that mindset especially with him slipping up and calling her “hellhound” instead of Loona, Loona puts him his place which he learns from to just call her Loona and respect her, which he’s doing and she can now bare being around him.
Wally Wackford
Listen. I ship both Striker and Wally Wackford and I don’t get ENOUGH CONTENT OF THOSE TWO. I am so UPSET THAT THEY REMOVED THAT DELETED SCENE. Just to summarize, there was a scene where Wally was “having the vapours” after Striker sang his song in Harvest Moon and I was so upset that they removed that because 1, more ship content and 2…Idk it would be funny if two of my favourite characters were gay for each other.
I have the head cannon that Striker is ace or at least demisexual and I love the idea that Wally Wackford would come into the office like he did before to sell a product or give something to the I.M.P crew like a delivery, while Blitzø is having some banter with the M&Ms or Loona I imagine Wally Wackford trying to talk to Striker or just give him a free something, gift gifting is how Wally shows his love and Striker is just…confused by the action.
I would love if each time they saw each other Wally would give Striker something and Striker would just have it on him, like if he was given a treat he would eat it or given something unbeatable he would just look at it with curiosity, like a background romance. I don’t want it to be a whole thing just lowkey as Striker isn’t sure about relationships but who can say no to Wally Wackford? Well a lot of people but he worked his way into Striker’s heart.
Work & Life
I imagine him only being in Imp city for work with I.M.P otherwise he’s wondering around Wrath doing other work…I have a lot more ideas like his backstory I have in mind but I feel like I should save that for another post.
I just love Striker. It would be cool if this was possible but from what I can see…NAH.
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To think…a man so cruel, so cunning…so pathetic. All he wanted was a family.
I think about Fontaine’s fake family more than I should
The Knight loomed over the kingdom it watched over. Wishing to be apart of that world again. To be just that as their namesake…a Knight.
Dedicated to protecting the people of this realm, of this kingdom of green and white. How the trees give shade to the people, how the white ivory roads could be seen when the Knight tilted their head just right, where the run shined on the surface. Up above in this lonely castle, all the Knight could ever do was watch. And wait…wait, then wait some more…until time ran out of sand.
The Knight hated just being in the castle, the castle was fine on its own, a beautiful, big structure which dares almost touch the heavens if they dare exist, it’s a beautiful home…just not their home. Their world, not something they were made for, not something they ever wanted. They wanted to be down and there and protect, to be connected to the nature and to its people. Yet here the Knight was. Looming, like a guard dog.
The more they watched the people the less alone the Knight felt. No one else was here but them. No maids or staff, no butlers or ladies in waiting, not even another guard or even royalty…the Knight was all alone in the abandoned spire that reached to the clouds above. All alone. Protecting what? They sighed as they moved from the balcony to the throne room. Protecting their friends last wish.
“I know this is too much to ask of you, please protect the castle…protect it until I return. I can’t explain it all my dear Knight. Just please. I beg of you, protect it with all your might and will.”
Damn them and their loyalty as the Knight would’ve been gone long ago without it, they’re bored out of their mind and sad at being away from what they love so much, which was life itself. Yet, they know that protecting this place would protect what they truly love. Though this friend was quite a handful, they spoke no lies before.
Yet as the Knight waited. The Knight felt more alone, yet also comfortable here, but there was always a want, a need to go home.
“Just a bit longer.” The Knight said, waiting and waiting as they sat at the stairs leading up to the ivory throne. Waiting, waiting…waiting.
“My king…you are to do…NOTHING?”
“Yes.”
“BUT…WHAT?! This…This prophecy child is said to dethrone you! Take all that was yours and kill you! This child threatens your power and you are to do nothing!? NOTHING?!”
“Well my dear friend…a wise figure once said that one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. Destiny, fate, the will of the gods or people call for my downfall when the child is ready, why fight? Why not…let them try.”
“Try?”
“I mean I’m not gonna lay down like a dog and yield but I’m not gonna go out and bite each child I see either. Instead I will wait, observe and see what happens when the so proclaimed time has come…for now I ask that we call off the engagement with Queen Larissa…gods only knows that woman will kill anyone who delivers such news so maybe she can make my death quicker and easier.”
“B-But your majesty, you imply supposedly! So that can mean there’s a chance you could-“
“Better safe then sorry now! I will tell the Queen myself of this news, for now…go.”
“What?! What do you-“
“Go relax…go home and read that book you’ve been telling me about. I will handle the rest.”
“But-“
“That’s an order.”
“Yes…yes your majesty.”
“…Finally….Salvation.”
The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.
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October Prompts 🎃
Word prompts to use for doodling or writing
ruffled hair
apple scent
full of colors
walks in the forest
autumnal
falling leaves
chestnuts
umbrellas
ravens
Oktoberfest
pumpkin spice
cornfields
black cat
spooky
first wine
flying kites
whispers
picking apples
ghosts
sweater weather
acorns
pile of leaves
harvest
fog
Jack-o-lanterns
campfire
witches
samhain
stormy days
seance
trick-or-treat
Lol totally not me or you am I right...?
SWEATS PROFUSELY
Fanfic: So they’re in highschool
Me: yeah
Fanfic: But here’s the thing
Me: mhmm
Fanfic: One’s and nerd
Me: GO ON
Fanfic: AND THE OTHER ONE’S A JOCK
Me:
Noises.
Certain sounds echoed in my mind.
Walking on stone, the lighting of a torch and the familiar hiss of a creeper…creeping behind me.
Then I remember shouting, I ran…I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me…somewhere, I dropped my journal but there was no time as an arrow whisked right past me and stuck onto the cave wall.
My legs took me to a cliff, I screamed as I plummeted and then-
“AHHH-“ I gasped, I couldn’t breath…I started to cough and slowly gain back my lost breath.
My mind still spins but I quickly realize it was a nightmare. A nightmare reliving the past.
I looked around my room. Door on my left, balcony on my right, a picture of Donkey Kong dead ahead. My room was spacious and well decorated…this place I built with my own hands.
My head still hurts…I think I need to go outside.
I push my blanket aside and let my feet touch the cold wooden floor, I shiver but I slug my way to the balcony doors, I open only one of the doors and I’m immediately met with the cold breeze. My eyes shot open as I see the beauty around me…
The oak forests on the left look beautiful in the moonlight and the ocean on the right glistens like diamonds in a mineshaft.
I took a deep breath. This is my eden.
I close the door behind me as I let the breeze tickle my beard, I let it make me feel so cold yet so warm. I felt safe…at home.
As I looked up to the moon, as the intrusive thought invade my mind and as I fight them off I hear soft footsteps and a little knock at my door.
I turn my gaze to see a little shadow peeking through the window.
There with big olde violet eyes, looking at me with the same look my wolf would give me would I had steak in my hand.
“Steve? Is that you my boy?”
The little shadow emerges from the shadows and into the light where I can see my boy with his shaggy hair, PJ’s and stuffed sheep clutched to his chest.
I open the door to the balcony, he hesitantly steps into the moonlight.
“What’s wrong my son?”
Steve says nothing as he waddles towards me and looks to me…I notice his violet eyes are on near tears. A nightmare…
“Come here my child.” I pick up my little guy and hold him close as he and I look over our eden. He nestles into my chest and I rub his back.
“It’s okay Stevie…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
Muttering those words again and again as I look at my boy. Oh Steve…I wish I was there with you again but due to my arrogance…I am lost.
If you find this…know that I will always love you and to please. Find the journal I left behind in mine where it all began.
I’m sorry my son.
Sincerely, your father, Notch.
Talking ⭐️ Stars
I like looking at the stars.
It ain’t a unique hobby but to me it’s a very special kinda hobby.
When I was younger I grew up in a city. The street lights were my stars and as a kid the sirens of police cars or an ambulance sirens would lul me to sleep...they still do sometimes!
I was a independent child. Two hardworking parents who never had that much time for me. Still they loved me...I think.
One time my mom came into my room one night and hugged me until I fell asleep, around that time it was when my parents marriage had some cracks and they wanted to fill them.
She hugged me, she told me how much she loved me...and that she was sorry. I was 14 when she did that. She said sorry that she was around, like she was around but not you know AROUND.
She says that she regrets not spending that much time with me when I was younger. Instead having our service dog do all that. I had a service dog as a kid...why? Eh, I don’t really like talking about it.
But when I was a tween and a teen it was hard to get out of bed...hard to eat, hard to take care of myself. I wanted to disappear. A couple of times I almost did.
But Pico helped me. He was a very polite doggo. He always wanted cuddles and always wanted to help me out....especially after a anxiety attack.
I’m still recovering. I’m still trying to believe my mothers words, that I matter and that I’m loved by her and my dad.
My dad..He died when I was 18 years old. It was a car accident. It was before my birthday and he said that he wanted to make up for not being there for me when I was a kid and says that not that I’m a adult that we should try rekindle our Father/Child relationship.
He was gonna give me a surprise gift...he wanted to take me to Japan. He and Mom soMeHOw knew I loved anime and always wanted to move to Japan. He was gonna take me there.
Before he died.
It was hard. My entire life has been pretty hard.
Coming out as non-binary to my parents made it less hard. They knew I was not their son nor daughter, I was their child. They loved me for who I am.
My friends didn’t have a positive reaction. Still addressing me as “Corbin” then “Jay”. I had it and just cut them off. I realized on how toxic they became. They all gossiped and just said terrible things I dare not repeat.
But now...I’m passed that. I’m Jay Garcia. I’m 23 years old and I’m a artist who loves anime and painting. I love the stars.
Someday...I’m going to be there.
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