Ah, so it spoke. Grimmjow wasn’t impressed. But what was this shit about ‘hunting grounds’? And if he has the time to make sense of it, will he care? There were more than enough souls to chow down on here, and he’s pretty sure his claim was staked first.
He could speak back, but...no, he’ll just let his tail flick back and forth. His spiritual pressure inches out slowly, bit by bit. He’ll stay, actually.
This one goes out to @ex-mercenary / @skulldxddy. Always hoping to see more of you, dude. Your Guts is legendary, and Guzma, that buggy punk, seems to be making you really happy. Every day is appreciate Guz and Guts asks day. (Every day is also appreciate Shaggy day too).
#exmercenary #⚔ V: Modern AU #dfkalfjlkfdkj GOD THIS ASK #i swear it still kills me #and I hope this reply does it justice because!!! fuck #the way u write Puck as dog is just too much for me n I love it so much lmao
Guts, Casca and Logan are the type of family leaving others in wonder why their boy looks so naked in comparison to his heavily inked parents.
#exmercenary#⚔ Headcanons #⚔ V: Modern AU #HERE IS A SHORT BUT SWEET LIL HEADCANON BECAUSE THIS PICTURE GIVES ME SO MUCH INSPIRATION #seriously #at this point both guts and casca are *covered* in tats #when Logan is born Corkus cracks a joke if it's really their kid tbh
#wow this!!! got rlly gay rlly fast #but what's new #it doesn't happen often that i get to publicly puke my mary treatment over tristian (this is prolly the reason why tbh) #⚔ Out of Sanity #exmercenary #i love. u so much. like #seriously tho u little fuckface #u already know how i can't contain it #n it keeps wanting to explode out of me
Casca took a whiff of the sweltering air. Though almost impossible to breathe in this stench of alcohol infused sweat, she felt intoxicated by the sheer ecstasy of what had just happened. Riding a high so forceful she stumbled backwards when the deafening howls and catcalls announced her victory. To her feet lied a stocky man in his late twenties, her fifth rival in a row, and while the contender had looked intimidatingly superior in strength before she took him on Casca’s strategy had clearly paid off: wear the big man out until his guard slips and kick him into submission. Whatever force her muscles lacked, the woman made up with agility and stamina.
No time was wasted until the next fight commenced a few minutes later; everyone including Casca moved out of the way to clear space for yet another testosterone driven pair. With a crowd thirsting for blood as much as the fighters themselves did, even Casca nearly forgot about the price money teasing just in arms reach. She had owned her ground tonight. Tasted the very essence of fearlessness and empowerment first hand. Granted, maybe she felt a little too drunk on adrenaline too, but screw it. She wanted more.
Unaware of her burning thirst until a pale blonde stranger offered a pint of beer, she downed the drink in three large sips and thanked her. While it didn’t exactly quench the pressure of wanting to jump back in the ring, it did some much needed cooling down of her overheated body. A darting tongue feasted on blood-mingled sweat, licking across the swelling of a nasty looking bruise. Come tomorrow Adon was going to give her hell for damaging her ‘pretty face’, but Casca couldn’t begin to think of the consequences now.
Before her very eyes unfolded a fight so enrapturing, Casca held her breath.
And finally remembered the questionable stigma of underground tournaments: people were betting on men and women who went at each other with the deadly intention of rabid dogs. Their bared, snarling fangs and bleeding knuckles encouraged the crowd to cheer louder, rooting for one guy in particular.
She remembered him standing with the others who watched her fight before. Given his ridiculous height, even in the midst of beating the living shit out of someone it was hard to miss a tower like him.
Her ears rang with the repeated chanting of his name. Guts seemed to be an audience favourite and Casca needn’t watch twice to see why he lived up to his name. Though equally built, his rival broke like rice paper under the crushing weight of his fists. Ten minutes later and the poor bleeding sod crumbled, quickly replaced by another confident challenger who jumped in. Much to the heated audience’s entertainment, he lasted for five whole minutes. The itch within her knuckles grew. Guts’ careless poise pissed her off, enough to drive her feet forwards before Casca had an idea of what the fuck she was doing.
'Am I tripping? There’s no way I’m a match for him.’
But, if she made it past Guts the money was as good as hers. Sooner or later they’d face each other anyway, she might as well make good use of the manic tenacity she felt in this moment. Guts was the perfect match to test her skills on.
Ringed by a circle of people, Casca shivered under the static air and finally met his sole-eyed gaze.
#exmercenary #⚔ V: Modern AU #⚔ Arc: The beginning #FUCK YES BABE IT'S HAPPENING #I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THEY'RE AT EACH OTHERS THROAT TBH #FUCKING #MATCH MADE IN THE RING YO
“So we’re going to be make this impossibly ugly guy that’s totally suave and make all the women in the neighborhood pregnant.” Guts sat in the computer chair with Kia on his lap, his arms clinging to her close to his body like a baby monkey would. His head perched on her shoulder and watched her enjoy playing god over the simulated people.
The door opened and they greeted Sonia home from school simultaneously.
“Mom. Dad. Are you busy? There’s something important I needed to say.”
“Of course, plum pudding. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Kia rotated her chair. Now Sonia had a set and a half of eyes on her. Nerves almost threatened to give her stage fright.
“After a lot of thinking, I realized I’m bisexual.”
“Oh, I already knew that. What are you in the mood for dinner, sweetie?”
“You already knew?! Y-You’re not mad? Or disappointed?”
“Of course I’m not mad. Why would I be? When you were little, you told me you wanted to marry Sergeant Calhoun. Then when you were older, you also told me you wanted to marry Hiccup. It doesn’t matter the gender anyway, your father isn’t going to let you date anyone probably until he dies.”
Sonia’s anxieties dissolved and she managed a faint smile. “Thanks Mom.”