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Leo Kasper assassin headcanons (pre-canon):

- Leo was considered one of the greatest Project assassins.

- Despite being relatively young, he helped train the Watchdogs and keep them more up to date. This is the main reason why the Watchdogs have a chip on their shoulders when they’re searching for Daniel.

- Despite being respected for his efficiency, Leo made few friends. His harsh training methods caused some resentments from his fellow assassins.

- One of his favorite parts of about being an assassin was the traveling. His favorite location would be Liberty City and Carcer City.

- He’d refuse to do jobs in San Andreas, with no elaboration. (It’s somewhat implied that he was born in San Fierro).

- Leo has done jobs for Donald Love and Lionel Starkweather, respectively.

- Despite making good money, Leo felt…stuck. The hatred for the Project never subsided.

- He would come up with plans to sabotage the Project and escape its clutches, but he never saw them through. He knew that he couldn’t do it alone.

he do a little dance

Chat I'm about to keep myself safe

(hans does that face before going in for a kiss and henry finds it funny)

CHILLS🥶🥶🥶

Edited a couple of cinematic-style posters from way back featuring the Devil Ending. Some photos aren't specific to the Devil Ending but I wanted to have a little fun with it XP

“Some Hank/Connor moments you might’ve missed unless you play Connor as incompetently as I do” 🎥: DrLur on youtube

😭😭😭saying I hate it here while working at a restaurant is so therapeutic lowk

can’t tell me this ain’t Nicole who rang this in like

I fucking breathe for this typa content.

Bistro Huddy as text posts hihi

Pt 1/?

trick when he got tricked into working

ПИЗДЕЦ👁👁👁👁👁👄👁👁👁👁👁

No Secrets in Restaurants

just some lil story I scribbled half asleep last night. long story short, Joey and Amber were tryna have a private meeting in the walk-in without making anyone think they're onto something dubious. the kitchen staff guessed what they were up to right away, and decided they'd have some fun.

Here at Bistro Huddy they had these walk-in fridges that can be locked from the outside, to reduce theft of ingredients should any occur. Chef Joey has excused himself to one of these fridges "to cool off", letting Ruby take over while the service was slow. After a little while, Amber had joined him. Nico and Pickles were wondering how long the chef and the hostess sneak out for, and, as a sick joke, they gathered around the walk-in like a hungry pair of coyotes, locked it and lowered the temperature without the couple even suspecting it. "Don't worry guys, they'll find a way to keep warm".

Soon enough, Amber felt goosebumps running down her spine as her soft skin was pressed up against cold metal shelves. She broke the kiss and asked, panting heavily and slightly shivering.

"Don't you think it's kinda cold in here?.. "

Joey let out a frustrated groan from having to talk while rock hard. He tried catching his breath, still holding her in his arms.

"Whaddaya mean?.. We're in a walk-in, - of course it's cold."

"I mean I feel like it's a lot colder than it was before..."

"You're imagining things, baby. I don't feel nothin' like that. Besides, you're in a bra. But don't worry, I'll warm you up."

He leaned in for a kiss, but she grabbed him by his stubbly cheeks.

"I'm freezing, Joey."

His speech was slightly slurred with her hand still on his face.

"If you didn't stop we'd be halfway through this right now."

"Just do something about it."

He made a displeased face and moved her hand away from it.

"Fine", Joey fixed his hair and buttoned his chef's coat up before pushing the door open. It didn't give.

"What are you waiting for?" she hugged herself, trying to keep warm.

"The door won't open", he pushed it again with a little more force.

"I'm literally gonna kill you if you're messing with me!"

He felt his blood flowing back up and patience running short, and a vein popped on his temple: he was already getting the idea of what was the case here. He pushed the door with a full force, and still nothing happened.

"Joey!", she exclaimed, ready to have a fight with him.

"I ain't messing around, Amber, the door is locked!"

"Oh my god! This is not funny!"

Amber started dressing up promptly, afraid that they might be stuck in the freezer.

Joey had his ear to the door.

"I'm not laughing. But I bet these assholes are having a great fucking time right now!"

He heard faint laughing from the outside, and profane noises likely coming from Nico and Pickles. Joey was banging on the door, all the while cursing his subordinates out left and right. They obviously opened it almost as soon as Joey asked, or rather, ordered them to. They were losing their minds cackling like idiots and holding their bellies, except for Ruby - the only person not interested in her coworker's affair.

Him and Amber didn't appreciate their sense of humor. The embarrassed hostess ran out of the kitchen covering her face, while Joey was berating the cooks for the prank they pulled, his face painted red from anger and shame for being figured out so fast by the kitchen.

Terry came along, asking them what all the fuss is about, and they all mumbled "Nothing" in chorus. Once he left, Joey carried on yelling at them and calling them out on every little detail that "pissed him off" throughout the service.

Joey went to the host stand at one point and tried cheering Amber up.

"Those guys are jerks, Amber, you know how they are sometimes", he said softly, with a hint of an apology in his voice. She looked defeated, and he felt sympathy for the way he made her feel.

"Whatever."

"Look, I shouldn't have asked you to come, alright? I'm sorry."

Amber was looking down on her hands, fiddling with them, trying to calm herself; she clearly wasn't looking for his excuses right now.

"I swear I could kill them right now."

He grinned at her remark.

"Oh, I'll take care of it, angel. Don't you worry", Joey promised her, and gently pinched her nose, reaching over the counter. She raised her eyes at him and smiled slyly in return.

When he came in, everybody was quiet. Only the sizzling of the meat and clicking of the tongs interrupted the silence.

Rest of the night chef was seen working with a moody face, barking out orders louder than usual and making other's lives miserable.