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hillbillyoracle · 1 year

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Getting Moving When You’re Stuck in a Small Room

I like sharing my notes with people and I’ve heard from a few people that I am not the only person who is disabled, living with high conflict people, or just stuck spending a lot of time in one room generally. These resources are also great for people who are depressed or just need a low barrier to exercise generally.

Framework: For me, movement is a bit like the old school food pyramid. The bottom is gentle cardio/walking, the middle is strength, and the top is stretching and enjoyable activities. I put most of my time and effort into maintaining a walking practice and less as I go up. It might help to know that walking done indoors generally takes longer than walking done outdoors. More frequent movement breaks throughout the day might be more helpful and bearable than one big chunk.

Mindset: I think it’s also important to keep in mind that none of these are going to “fix you”. They’re not a thing to beat yourself up for not doing. Every time you choose to do a little more movement in your day, you’re planting a seed. You don’t lose that seed just because you didn’t exercise for the last several days, weeks, months, or even years. The more you plant, eventually some of them will sprout into fruitful benefits - but just planting one is better than not planting any. Because even one has more opportunity to bring you benefit - planting none can’t don’t do that. You planted that seed and nothing can take that away from you.

So here are some resources I use for getting more movement in with about 2′ x 6′ of clear space in my room (total space 8′ x 8′; full bed and book shelves).

Get Fit with Rick - Walking Workouts

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Get Fit with Rick was my lightbulb moment. It was about a year into the pandemic. Conflict with my partner was keeping me from wanting to so much as pass her in the hallway to get to the door some days so I started researching what was possible to do indoors. So many workouts required equipment, were loud if you were in an apartment, or were boring as hell.

But some how I stumbled onto Rick Bhuller’s walking workouts and it felt honestly a little bit life changing. It was something I could do with headphones in, quietly, in my own space.

I like his music taste, he gives you variations so you can make it harder or easier as you need, and it doesn’t require much space. Some moves don’t work in my extremely small usable area now, but I can still get through most of the workouts without having to change much. His 5k step workouts are on the higher end of what he does so if you need a shorter workout he’s got you covered.

While he does mention weight loss on occasion, it’s not his focus. He has a very positive coaching style that really just encourages you to have fun with it.

Hybrid Calisthenics - Strength/Bodyweight Workouts

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I fucking love Hampton.

He’s got such a lovely energy and is an incredibly positive and resilient person. When it comes to this workout videos, he focuses building a foundation for healthy functional movement and preventing injury. He teaches bodyweight progressions and doesn’t make any one progression the goal.

While his pullup methods might not work in a very small space, everything else has for me. I can do it all on a yoga mat that fits in my little walkway. For the pullups, I replace them with rows that I do with a milk jug filled with water to at least get something in. I might look into kettlebells as I get stronger. Hoping he’ll make a video at some point with some variations.

I still struggle with strength training but I’m the most consistent I’ve ever been thanks to his positive and adaptive style of teaching.

His website is probably the most accessible way to get into his content.

Dayana Wang - Workouts in Bed

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Content warning with her stuff that much of it uses dated and toxic weight loss language so if you find that triggering I would skip her videos.

But if you can tolerate that, her bed workouts are really helpful! I did these when pain was keeping me from getting out of bed. I’d just follow along until I couldn’t anymore. I slept better and felt better and my flares were a little shorter as a result.

Take care not to strain yourself with some of the moves. Depending on the firmness of your bed, some might not be advisable.

She has some bed workouts for different areas - arms, core, legs, etc - so if you have an injury in one area, you can always follow a workout for the others.

But overall, excellent resource for bedbound folks.

Yoga with Adrienne - Yoga/Stretching

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Who hasn’t heard of Yoga with Adriene at this point?

She’s a favorite for a reason. She really does have videos for every skill level. I really enjoyed what I was able to complete of her 30 days of Yoga series that she has. It’s a great spot to jump in to her channel and get a sampling of her different offerings.

What I most like to use her videos for are for stress relief stretches. I can’t really get into yoga personally but her hip, back, and neck progressions have been wildly helpful. Her bedtime yoga videos are also a treat.

Hope this helps someone out there or at least saves them a little time! I really felt like I was wondering around in the dark on this a few years ago so I really hope this spares someone that experience.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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WIBTA if I played the last game by myself? to find it-> 🎮👾🕹️

So I [26NB] and three of my friends have been playing this game series for a while now it’s been probably a little under a year at this point that we’ve been chugging through these games (there’s, I believe, five games in total with a spin off and each game has multiple parts/chapters). We’ve been setting aside a day every week depending on our work and life availability to play through it. Normally getting a chapter a night or half a chapter depending on the length. Of course not every week we can do it cause of life and that's totally fine.

A little extra info on the games because I find it relevant. So the first game I actually played by myself cause the other three started without me (this was their thing they planned and invited me into later when I showed interest in the game) and I spent that time working to catch up to where they were in the game so I could join them. I did have a lot of fun playing the game as the game play is just as fun as the story to me and even when I get stuck the walk throughs are really easy to read and helpful. I'm not known for my gaming and actually watch playthroughs for stuff instead of plaything them myself cause I just all around suck at video games but this is one of the few games I like playing personally.

Once I played through the first game I hopped onboard the group plays with the other three to hang out and play together. Two of the friends have already played the whole series (lets call ‘em Lucy and Zeref) and know all the story where me and the third friend (let's call them Gray) didn't know anything at all about the series before we started playing. Part of the joy of these games for the both of us is getting to experience the exciting story in real time. As these games actually have a fairly large following and are pretty popular but some how both of us have gone most our lives with little to no spoilers for the series. This game is also full of crazy twists and turns that are VERY exciting to experience live.

Because of this fact I've also spent so much effort and time staying away from spoilers but still trying to interact with the fandom which is where not impossible just kinda frustrating cause there's a lot of art and fics and convos I'm missing out of because of it. I've even made another friend outside of this small group who ALSO likes these games but we don't talk about them much cause they're afraid of spoiling things for me by accident. Which, while very kind of them, is also in it's own way kinda frustrating.

We are currently on the fourth game and, honestly I've been thinking about just playing the last game and the spin off by myself at this point. There's two reasons for this. The first is that the games are just dragging on far too much to be fun anymore for me. I think it’s a mix of the fact that this fourth game is apparently one of, if not the, longest in the series and also that because of scheduling changes our weekly get togethers are much shorter now. Both of these factors causing us to take much longer to get through the chapters and this game. It’s really making it much harder to enjoy and even my roommate last week said I looked really tired and seemed burnt out during the session. It also doesn’t help that these meetups are online so I also don’t get to physically play the game myself and I can’t just ask to have the controller for a bit cause all of us are states away.

The other part to this is that, honestly, me and these friends have not been talking as much. Something happened around the time we started the fourth game where I had a bunch of huge life changing events happen to me and I was severely depressed and grieving because of it. Due to some mixed up emotions on all sides and miscommunication, we had a hiccup in our friendship. There was a moment where I was genuinely scared of losing them but we talked it out like adults and things were better. However, ever since then it really does feel like the three of them talk a lot less to me now. I, at first, believed it was just my imagination. I do have some issues with my perception of reality due to mental heath but I always keep a very strong foot on the ground and go to people when I really feel like I can’t tell if I’m being crazy or not. So I chalked it up to me having a Moment(™) and just kept on like nothing was wrong. I even threw myself into DMs and out a lot more to try and make up for it. Instead of hiding away and being sad I tried to get them to interact with me more by really engaging in our friendships and chats. Unfortunately this hasn’t really helped the feeling of growing separation and light (possibly even unconscious) ignoring on their parts and I’m really feeling weighed down by it these days. It’s making these sessions even harder for me because no matter how much fun I have with them it makes the silence outside of the calls even more hollow and gut wrenching.

A while back I did actually go to Gray and talk about my feelings mostly towards the way us playing the game is taking so long and causing burn out, and even suggested that instead of leaving the game nights completely, just playing the rest of them on my own and still hopping in with them when they do it. Gray was really sad with this cause they really enjoyed how both of us were going in blind together and they didn’t wanna be the only one who didn’t know anything while everyone else did. I understand that and felt really bad so I kept playing with them as a group. But the above feelings just got worse and worse.

To top it off, Lucy has stopped coming to the game nights all together and I don’t really know why. As far as I’m aware they haven’t said anything at least not publicly in our chat about it and I didn’t feel it my place to pry. They also just haven’t been talking in the chat at all which feels extra bad cause I’ve always felt closest to Lucy and Gray at the end of the day. I’ve been chatting with Lucy in DMs here and there and they never seem disinterested in our conversation or like they no longer wanna be friends or anything. But it’s still really saddening as I am not really the DM type of person and am better at interacting in group chats and the like. So I feel like our already dying friendship is just going down hill faster.

I just really wanna play the games and get it over with. I miss being able to play them physically and these game nights are starting to just worsen my mood as we go. I’m really not sure what to do cause I know Gray (and probably Zeref a little too) will be real upset if I drop out completely or if I play ahead of them. A part of me almost thought about playing the games in secret and pretending like I didn’t to spare their feelings and still make it fun for them and relieve all this stress off myself which I don’t know if that would be better or worse

What are these acronyms?

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pa1nkill3r · 2 months

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Day 2,557 [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x GN!Reader

[Summary:] A boy comes into the joke shop with his mother; It felt all too weird for the one-eared owner to feel so at ease, something he never felt for the past 7 years.

[Warnings:] angst, sad, major character death (not Fred obv), reincarnation, grief, mourning, swearing

[a/n:] Scrolling through facebook and getting videos of children talking about their past lives really intrigued me. This is my first fic and it might be bad so please don’t bully me, I’m sensitive <3 (jkjk but I am open for constructive criticism!)

[a/n; March 2024] I wrote this draft back in 2021 or 2022 I believe, waiting desperately for the opportunity to finish and post this. That time never came. Now, 2 or 3 years later, I gravely admire my vocabulary, creativity, and passion for writing back then. Honestly speaking, moving schools killed my spark and I am desperate to get it back. For now, I am working on reviving that spark within me by going back to where I started. Even though the HP fandom isn't as active as it used to be, I would still like to share this piece I made because I am so, so proud of my younger self.

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There was something about Y/N wearing white that George loved so much. He always got so giddy and cute which in turn made their eyes roll and mouth grin.

The way Y/N looked sitting at the Great Hall with their white sleeves rolled to their elbows, one hand under their chin and the other twirling a spoon while their eyes dragged along their charms textbook, cramming in as much information as they could for the upcoming test that afternoon.

Or that time at the Yule Ball when they thought it’d be funny to wear an all white ensemble because: “What?...I wanted to feel like a bride at their wedding.” whilst having the best night with George, their “groom”.

Even small moments like when they would steal a shirt from George’s drawer and wear it to sleep. He loved every single bit of it, even if it cost him many shirts.

He truly never got enough of them wearing white. So seeing them in a casket wearing that same color 7 years ago, looking so peaceful and so… dead. That killed him. That’s the last time he will see them in white; That’s the last time he’s going to see them at all.

That was the last time he could actually feel their hand rather than just dried oil on linen canvas, framed in oak and hung atop his bed. How he wished their eyes could roll one more time at how stupidly in love their boyfriend is with them, especially in white.

Voldemort’s reign of terror had ended, as well as the lives of many others, and maybe even George. They were a horcrux he never made, his life force created by deep love and affection rather than the hunger for immortality.

It never got easier even after 7 years, he simply just got used to it.

He got used to the feeling of an empty bed. He got used to gripping onto a cold body pillow instead of a warm figure and a heartbeat with Y/H/C hair disturbing his lips. He got used to counting the days since their death which gravely disturbed Fred, his twin. He got used to waking up everyday and checked off a box from the calendar with an absurd amount of numbers on it.

Admittedly he is doing better than he did 7 years ago. No more jumping from every small sound and drawing out his wand in the middle of the night. No more vivid dreams of several dead bodies laid across the Great Hall. No more crying himself to sleep. No more missed dinners. No more grieving.

He’s longed for them longer than he has actually been with them. But his love never faltered. Not once.

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Day 2,557

It's now exactly 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. And in a month it would be the 7th anniversary of his obituary for Y/N on the Daily Prophet, a suggestion made by Percy to try and help his grieving brother. It helped, but not really.

The small May 2nd, 2005 box wrote “Baby Vic’s Birthday!” in bold red ink. George moved the yellow paper star that stuck gently onto the calendar with paper tape as Fred walked into his room. Envelope in his hands, bread between his teeth, and a beautiful haughty looking owl on his shoulder.

“Fun to finally see you up, Georgie!” Fred greeted sarcastically as George hummed in response. “Bill just sent an owl that little Vicky’s turning 5!"

"That is usually how birthdays work, Freddie." George joked, grabbing his wand and with a flick, his bed is magically fixed. "I'm not a dumbass, you know?" Fred chuckled lightly as he handed George the letter from Bill and Fleur, "They're hosting a party for her at the Burrow at 5."

He took the piece of parchment and flattened it by his desk before pulling it closer to his face, his back mindlessly pinning itself to the wall.

Dear Fred and George,

Bill here, As you should know, it's baby Victoire's 5th birthday today and we would really like love to have you two come by the Burrow at 5 pm.

Vic really misses you both. Uncle George this, Uncle Fred that. She’s going to be like you two one day, I’m tellin’ ya. She loves listening to stories you tell her, especially the ones about Y/N and Tonks. She thinks that they’re the coolest people ever and that she wished she could meet them. I simply told her that one day she would, but it’ll be far far away from now.

Hope to see you later! Please owl back immediately, Vic’s got Ginny’s temper.

xx Bill

“I’ve already owled them my ‘happy birthday’ letter before Chouette came.” Chouette, the owl cooed at the mention of her name. Slightly shuffling her feathers therefore lightly tickling Fred's neck, making him shiver. The haughty owl flew from Fred's shoulder to George's making the younger twin chuckle.

"Seems like Chouette is telling you to take a bath, mate." George laughed as the back of Fred's hand flew to his forehead. "I got us crepes and bread for breakfast! And you go on and call me stinky?" Fred exclaimed dramatically.

"How 'bout you be a dear and write to Bill and Fleur that we are going to Vic's party, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." George agreed, taking out a roll of parchment from his desk drawer as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. "While I eat my breakfast and write this, will you be a dear and take a bath!" Fred cackled at his younger brother's statement. Though in a bit the sound of water dropping down the shower head echoed through the small flat above the shop.

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School owls poured in as numerous Hogwarts students wanted to take advantage of the annual “54% off ‘End of War’ sale” at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes held in memory of the fallen 50. Because in Fred and George’s philosophy, “...We might not be able to save them, but they can save our customers over 50% off of all our products!”

It seemed insensitive but it’s the thought that counts. They wanted to make sure that their passing didn’t go to waste, even if it is counted as a discount to the famous Diagon Alley shop.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were rather busy picking up and shipping out their joke products, sending it to the owls who were perched up in a little area at the back of the store, nibbling on insects Verity; a part of their staff had handed them before sending them back to the school her bosses previously dropped out of.

It was nearing lunch time when everyone wearing magenta robes stocked up the shelves again, having been sending out owls since 8 in the morning when they heard a clanging from the front doors, signaling that a customer had finally came; A middle aged woman looked starstruck whilst holding onto a young boy that’s slowly getting out of her grip, having the same eagerness as his mother.

It wasn’t unusual for customers to react this way coming into the Weasley’s joke shop. The boy’s eyes sparkled while the mother looked in admiration. The mother crouched down to hold onto her son, keeping him from running while his mouth spilled with words.

“Mum, we have to get something for Mia!” the boy cried out eagerly, eyes darting towards every single corner of the store. George’s mouth upturned into a sloppy grin whilst listening to the boy.

“Marty, that’s sweet of you, but we already got the quill she wanted.” The mother said quietly, running her hands over the boy’s shoulders, easing it. “And it’s your birthday...” George didn’t know what came after that as he took the chance and walked towards the small family with a big smile on his face, quickly followed by Fred.

“Heard it’s a little man’s birthday.” inclined George, hands in his pockets and head down turned. The mother looked up and stood from her spot, giggling slightly as she kept a hold of her son’s shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asked, now being the one to crouch down in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly strained. He looked both confused and hyper focused at the same moment. Though weird, George thought nothing of it. After all, he was a kid, the man he’s looking at has one ear, and the hyperfixation was quickly ended by the slight shake of his shoulders. The mother looked down at her son, silently telling him to introduce himself. And so he did.

"I'm Martin! I turn 6 today!" the boy said enthusiastically,bringing a smile on George's face. Being around Martin felt odd, it felt so unapologetically peaceful and rather… familiar.

"SIX?!" Fred loudly piped in. "Well now that's big, little man!"

The mother was slightly startled by the appearance of the ginger's twin, though the same cannot be said about Martin who simply smiled absentmindedly.

"I knew you before." said Martin, eyes targeting the younger twin. George smiled and kept close to the boy, keeping the conversation going. "Really?" he asked with vivid curiosity, he did not recognise the boy or his mother but fueling a child's imagination wouldn't hurt anyone.

"How?" piped in Fred, now also crouching beside his twin, "And why just him?" he asked comedically, pointing to his brother.

"Since we were 11." Answered Martin with no signs of struggle on his face. The red haired owners looked at each other, though more in disbelief than in confusion.

"Thought you said you were 6, Martin?" George asked with a kind look on his face. The boy’s mother shook her son’s shoulder harder than she did the past few times, mumbling “Marty, what did I tell you?” in tired disbelief.

“M’sorry mum.” Martin said with a pinch of sincerity before turning back to face the bigger man in front of him. “I was 20 before I became 6.” “Marty.”

Chilling, the owners thought. As they were 20 at the time of the battle of Hogwarts.

“I’m so sorry Mr.--”

“Weasley.” Fred replied as the confusion simmered throughout his twin brother. “S’really nothing to worry about Mrs.--?”

“Edevane. But I truly am sorry, he’s just a very imaginative little kid. Always has stories of his quote-unquote ‘past life’.“ she explained, making the kid become a bit mad. “But mum, it’s true!-”

“Marty, how about we look around the store, alright? Mr. and Mr. Weasley could show us around perhaps?” Mrs. Edevane hinted to the twin owners, relief gracing their legs as they were now able to stand on their feet.

“Yes, we can certainly do that! Come along Marty, tell us more about this ‘past life’ of yours.” Fred’s arm wrapped around the small boy’s shoulders, showing him around the color filled shop. “Sorry about that Mrs. Edevane.” he added mischievously, “Here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we like to encourage creativity and imagination.”

“--As it is the reason we got here.” George finished, giving Mrs. Edevane a kind smile as they start roaming around the shop. “Uhh. Mr. Weasley.” Her fingers tapped onto George’s shoulder. His head whipped around and mouth about to open when suddenly the 6 year old spoke; “Mum, Mr. Weasley’s name is George. This one’s Fred.”

The utter shock that went through the twin wizards was clear as day. No where in the shop did it say the owner’s names. Even their name tags; The little badge pinned on their suits merely wrote ‘Mr. Weasley’. Fred, being the initiator that he is, leaned forward. “Now how can you be so sure, Marty?” he teased, “What if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

Martin simply smiled, angling his head a bit to the side again. “Mr. George has a longer face, down turned eyes and eyebrows, he’s a bit taller than you, Mr. Fred. You have a squarer face and shorter features than him.” he explained smoothly and innocently. As if it’s something he’s observed over the course of his whole life.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s a genius.” George joked, even if he’s visibly disturbed, though nonetheless intrigued. Nobody has ever differentiated them this way, even their own mother. Though one person did. The one he cherished most. The mother smiled, holding onto her son once again.

“I’m no genius.” Martin spoke, a shy smile gracing his small little lips, so identical to the person’s portrait above George’s bed. He even said their typical response to their mind being praised.

“-- I just quietly observe.”

Martin spoke but George merely whispered. A shiver ran through his spine, heart pumping, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It could’ve all been a coincidence. One big coincidence served on a silver platter, garnished with confusion and terrifying accuracy.

“Mr. Weasley?”

He snapped back, giving the woman a sign to continue. “Uh, I just wanted to ask... err. Why that big of a discount? Why is it 54% off of everything? That doesn’t really sound like a good marketing strategy, doesn’t it?” She asked curiously.

“Well Mrs. Edevane.” George started, seeing as Fred and little Martin were still going around the shop. “Remember the last wizarding war?” Mrs. Edevane shook her head. His smile faltered a bit but still kept his composure. “We’re, what you call it? Muggle--born?” Her eyebrows furrowed while her teeth sinked into her bottom lip. “Well, my daughter... err. Just started her first year and that McGonagall woman said that she’s a ‘muggleborn’.”

They truly didn’t know who they are.

“-- What I’m trying to say, Mr. Weasley, is that we, or at least I, am not magical. Nor is my husband.” He nodded, breathed in a bit as his mind tried to ease itself. The boy couldn’t have known who he is as they wouldn’t have known anything about the prophet, or could they?

“Well, Mrs. Edevane. 7 years ago at this date. The second wizarding war has ended. My brother-in-law defeated... him.” It was still hard to say his name, even years later. “V-Voldemort.”

She looked curious but silently let him continue. “Uh, remember when. Uh-uhm that bridge collapsed in muggle london? 7-8 years ago? A big hurricane happened? When a lot died like-” It was hard to explain. Truly. It was hard to live through it again.

“Like that Emmeline Vance lady?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed. “It was all caused by him. By wizards! Dark wizards!” Her previously bright face now looked horror struck. It was all making sense. “Seven years ago, this day. Everything ended at Hogwarts. As well as the lives of 54 on our side.” He wanted to mention one very special loss, but figured that she doesn’t need to know about it. She was just a muggle mother who brought her son birthday shopping. “We wanted to commemorate them.”

A sincere look graced upon her face, out of pity. “Is there any chance that you’ve seen anything from the ‘Daily Prophet’, Mrs. Edevane? Or your son?” He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She shook her head, now gracing a look with pure confusion. “A-Anything. Like a paper? A newspaper with moving photographs? Or maybe a-a Quibbler?”

She shook her head. “Why’re you asking Mr. Weasley?” His mouth opened, about to burst out his concerns and held in grief to a complete stranger when; “George!”

It was Fred, hand resting on his twin’s shoulder as the six year old boy beside him just stood. “-- Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.” He said, fright gracing his features and panic in his voice.

George nodded, bidding a quick goodbye to the mother and son who came in a few moments ago and calling for one of their faculty to give them the tour they wanted.

Fred pulled his twin to an empty corner of the shop. Sound muffled by the stacks of products ranging from fireworks to extendable ears. “That boy George.” Fred panted. Voice shaking. “He knows too much. Is there a chance that you put anything about how Y/N saved me?”

“Briefly. Why?” His heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. Any moment now his heart would be a new WWW product.

“He explained everything! Everything George! Knew things that he shouldn’t have!” Fred said, terrified. “What did he say?” asked George. Croaking out whatever’s left in his heaving lungs.

“He said that he saved me. Me and Percy! From the explosion! I didn’t think much of it at first, George! I knew that you wrote that in their obituary. But he just kept going.” Frightened. They were both frightened. “Everything they did. He knew.”

“How accurate was he?”

“Very. George. Disturbingly accurate.” Back straightened and composed, Fred stood back, eyes darting back and forth from his brother to the entrance of the shop. “He knew that they transfigured the rubble to sand. He knew that they cast that ring of fire shit they did. The diabolica thing to ward off the death eaters? Yeah. He named the spell. HE NAMED THE SPELL, GEORGE!”

“I heard you the first time!” George yelled back. Disturbed, yet he felt at peace. He could have the last goodbye he’s always wanted. “We need to talk to the boy, Fred.”

His twin nodded fervently, about to walk away from the corner when he felt an arm tug on his elbow. “Oi, how can we do it without worrying the mother?”

“Give whatever he wants for free. It’s his birthday after all. Now come on!”

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renren85105 · 5 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thanks for asking me, Tee!

This was a lot harder than I thought it would be and it took me a lot longer than I expected it to! These are not in any order after the first one, because I cannot rank them lol.

Houseboat of Love

I’m weak for exes to lovers and second chance at love fics, so when the prompt came up in the 2022 BJYX Week, I knew I had to try my hand at writing one. And it’s turned out to me my favorite of my fics, or maybe my favorite of my favorites, and based on stats alone I think it’s most people’s favorite of mine. I wanted to start at the new beginning for them, have Xiao Zhan unwilling to see Yibo again because he was afraid of his own remaining feelings and for Yibo to have never stopped loving Xiao Zhan, but he hasn’t been allowed to for some years and how he’s had to get on with living and making space for this love that doesn’t have anywhere to go. I know this makes the fic sound really angsty, but starting at the new beginning I think keeps it in the background, a hum of angst that pushes the story but isn’t the point of the story. And I loved writing tattooed buff Yibo doing the bat crunches and Xiao Zhan being so obviously thirsty for his ex-husband, I let him get goofy with it and it was so much fun to write. The whole fic was a joy to write, honestly. And I’m glad Tash told me to bring back the bit of what happened between them, even though she then (lovingly) yelled at me for what happened between them, because I think it really did make the story more well-rounded. This one was partially inspired by the Sweet Home Alabama movie, where the main character finds out her ex never filed the divorce papers - but I couldn’t bear to have Xiao Zhan be with anyone else in my version so that part of the plot is all I adapted to this story. My sleepwalking/sexsomnia fic was technically my first exes to lovers fic (it came out over a year later) but I feel like this one was my first real “break them up and get them back together because they love each other still” fic. And I’m glad so many have loved it as I have.

Love the Simulation I’m Dreaming In

I love this one because it is so much fun. It was so much fun to adapt this Golden Girls plot to Yizhan, I made several changes from the Love, Rose plot so it fit a) modern times and b) so Jackson & Yixing weren’t knowingly setting up Xiao Zhan to fall in love with their creation. In the GG episode, Rose finds her fake man in the phone book, and so I decided that a good update for that would be a hookup app. I loved making Xiao Zhan so damn dramatic (swanning around in a Shut Up robe and cooking stir fry for one despite the other two roommates being home, all because they weren’t there for his big announcement) and I made myself laugh with the ostrich feather conversation and so much of it. I’m just glad my humor comes across and other people find it funny too! Also Yibo is hot as fuck in this, if I do say so myself. And that’s always fun 😂

You Can't Rush the River

This one was my first ever gift exchange fic, and it was for my dear friend Elisa. I had seen the first season of the Witcher and read a couple of chapters of the book, but I’m largely too squeamish with gore to have played/watched the video games. I knew I could write it though, so I did my research and rewatched a couple of episodes and watched my husband play through a bit of the third game. The prompt asked for rivals to lovers, and I love that it turned out as a one-sided Yibo thinks they’re rivals, hated rivals, while Xiao Zhan has been flirting the whole 50 years they’ve known each other. The emotions after what for one was a hate handjob and for the other was the culmination of *decades* of dancing around each other was very satisfying to write. This one is special to me because it was crafted for someone else, but I also learned a lot about what I can accomplish if I want to do it.

Fireworks in the Stars

I’m extremely partial to this fic. Mostly because it’s a bit of an experiment with a world I’d like to write a full novel in (will that happen? I have no idea but it’s a goal!) So when the set of prompts from a server challenge fit the world I was playing with, I knew it was time to try to write something in it. I’m really happy with how that turned out, and it helped me figure out what worked in that world and what didn’t. I think it’s maybe my most sensuous story, with all the textures and the body paint. But I love the idea of breaking all the rules to find your love again, of meeting your special person in a situation where you're never supposed to see them again and how you can heal from that -- except the other person finds you before you can. Love it!

You Belong in my Arms & ad astra:

This feels like cheating, and maybe it is but i suppose you’ve read this far and will be okay with it, haha! So I think everyone knows that I love tentacles, and tentacle stories, so it was finally time to write my own. And guess what, as of this writing, there are still no sexy tentacles, but these boys have found each other and have yet to learn that they are each other’s fantasy. I have outlines for one last chapter, though if it gets long in the writing it may become two. I’ll write it all before publishing; I love this fic a great deal (octopus!Yibo has my entire heart) but publishing it as a wip without it being completed or at least a couple of chapters ahead has hung over me in a way that I don’t like. Each fic teaches you something about yourself I think, and that’s what I learned from this one. For ad astra, it is a Star Trek AU, which like the Witcher, I knew enough to be dangerous but also because I’d written You Can’t Rush The River I knew I could write this one too. And it was a joy, I’m in love with it still and I think I’ve read it the most out of all of my published projects.

So there we have it! Many, many days later you have my top stories I’ve written, though I do love them all and this was a bit like having to choose a favorite child. Do you have a favorite of mine? I’d love to know! Tell me about it here or on the awful site 💖

#ask #yizhan #my fic #fanfic writer

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heraldofcrow · 5 months

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I saw your ff7 vs bb meme and now I am curious

who do you like more, Bloody crow or Sephiroth? 🤣

mother of god, if that ain’t the question of the year. um.

I’ll choose the best answer and just say Eileen the Crow because she wins and most likely wouldn’t try to kill me if she was real, so there, I’m free. Yipeeee!!!

Ok fineeeee—a specific answer just for you:

Bloody Crow wins by default because Soulsborne is just my “home” fandom forever. Besides LOTR ofc. But that fandom is too big and old for me to feel like I could find a secure space, so Soulsborne it is and has been for years. I just live here, and Crow is the only Soulsborne character besides Lady Maria, Eileen, and Ciaran that I really, really went to work for in terms of developing a backstory and complicated personality for. He is more like an original character at this point for me specifically, and so very precious. My crow boi <3

Sephiroth is weird because he feels like a character I have been looking for or “knew” for years, but it doesn’t make sense lol. I grew up surrounded by friends that loved FF7 and I never got it…I guess?

In fact, I actually didn’t like it sjdhshs. I admittedly judged by appearance, but I was like, “The characters all look like these bizarre supermodel action figures with oversized weapons!!”

Meanwhile, my hypocritical ass with Soulsborne:

“It’s peak game design.”

But I really did not like Final Fantasy or FF7. I would see Sephiroth around, specifically the shot of him surrounded by flames from Advent Children, and just think, “There’s that fucking guy again” and I ignored him. I didn’t figure out until later that the reason he pissed me off so much is because I knew, I just absolutely knew, that if I gave him my attention for longer than five seconds, he would probably take over my life. Help.

I was terrified. I even remember seeing some of the Remake trailers a few years back and actually hearing some of his lines for the first time, and I kid you not, I felt the slightest pull of, “Wait…” and then IMMEDIATELY went, “Nope, fuck you” in my head and walked away 💀

My reaction to him was always incredibly visceral, so naturally, one night I was having a chill discussion with my friend ABOUT BLOODY CROW from Bloodborne and somehow we ended up making a Sephiroth comparison of course, and then it happened.

I was like, “Oh hahaha yeah Sephiroth, that guy. Let me watch some clips to remember what he’s all about again, hahahaa.”

Hours passed and I didn’t sleep that night, like at all. I watched every available canonical cutscene video compilation of Sephiroth on the internet and read every bit of information I could find and immediately started playing the FF7 games and reading fan-fiction and listening to One-Winged Angel for entire days on repeat and talking with people on tumblr and twitter and researching for seven days without sleep until I emerged to burn down a small village and AAAAA—so yeah.

I was freaking out, like literally trying to tell myself to stop as I just kept falling down the rabbit hole. I was so mad. It took over 20 years but I finally caved and here we are. I’m not okay. This character actually makes me insane, and believe it or not, it’s not even simping. I’m aroace as hell and pretty impervious. He just gives me brain severe damage for weirdly personal reasons. Lmao.

I’m honestly shocked with my level of self-control because I want to write essays on the character but I just stay pretty quiet.

So anyway, I guess I just like characters with silver hair :)))

Much love, anon <3

#god i’m so tired #sorry anon gfdhyjus #it was a simple question but i am bursting at the seams here #see i am writing Crow myself so he is just forever special but i rarely have had an actually developed character affect me so specifically #i don’t…get to have this very often?? I guess?? like characters other people have written that i actually have a personal connection to??#it’s either that or i’m just reliving my 10 year old self’s obsession with vader/anakin skywalker again because i loved villains as a kid #who knows #anyway i’m normal #lol #asks #anonymous #bloody crow of cainhurst #sephiroth #ff7 vs bloodborne #fandom stuff

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tinyjordan · 5 months

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so I actually finally finished my first playthrough of bg3 last night (except it was actually this morning because I beat the final boss at like 3 am) and I just wanted to share my experience. obviously there will be spoilers

so yes. it did take me like 2 months to finish the game, a lot longer than the average player. this was mostly because I was just really busy with school and shit and I've been playing on my parents tv, so I obviously didn't get too much time to myself to binge the game. but honestly, when I did get time to play through the game, I was honestly so overjoyed to just explore the world and do quests with my silly little guys.

imo my favorite act in the game is the first act, which from what I read, many people agree with me on this sentiment. that doesn't mean that I think that the other two acts weren't great, but I just think that act 1 had something special going on there. i loved how huge the first act was and just how much I could do in this act. i thought I finished this act having completed every quest (except those in the mountain pass because I didn't know that I could just go through both paths, which I don't know how I came to that conclusion in hindsight) but when reading and watching videos about bg3, I learned that there was a ton of stuff that I missed. I can't wait for my second playthrough (which will probably be my durge run) to experience more that I missed.

i don't know where to put this point in this essay thing, but the party after defeating the goblin camp. love it! this is where fanfictions are born. although you don't really get much when romancing gale in this party except the fact that he proclaims that he likes your stank in the most socially awkward but well meaning way. i thought this was funny.

oh yeah! also Lae'zel tried to have sex with me. we didn't, but I thought I might as well share that.

speaking of Lae'zel: the most underrated character in the game. i don't care. she is extremely wholesome despite our first introduction to her. in my playthrough, she was the one that got kidnapped by orin in act three. when I rescued her from orin, she was extremely sweet and thankful about it. she said something about the githyanki language not having a word for "thank you", and she tells the player the closest thing to it in her language. but even then she thought that wasn't a good enough way to express gratitude, so she said "thank you, sincerely." she's not my favorite companion, but my heart did swell in this moment

speaking of favorite companions-

astarion

ASTARION

yes I know that everyone reading this probably heard this a million times, but Astarion is such an amazing and well written character. this man is blorbo himself. i want to be his best friend. during my playthrough, my tav and Astarion had a sort of sibling like relationship: being on near opposite sides of the character archetype spectrum and disagreeing on a lot of things, but also being super protective over each other (we dislike Araj in this house). his whole story arc made me want to cry several times. i wish this game had a hug option for every companion so that I could hug everyone, ESPECIALLY Astarion. omg. OMG. when we defeated Cazador and Astarion stabbed him repeatedly, i cheered. i got him to not ascend and I cheered. like Karlach (who i also love and got me the closest to actually crying), i was so fucking proud of Astarion. i could talk about him all day but I think I would just stop there and resort to reblogging post about him for my own sanity.

when thinking of my opinion on Shadowheart, I remember that I didn't like her at all at first. it didn't help that she was racist against the githyanki. but after act 2 and pretty much always having her in my party as the main healer, she REALLY grew on me as a character. imo, I think she has one of the best character arcs and she really meshes well with the other companions. she's not a comic relief character at all, but every joke and sarcastic comment she makes is always a banger. she's my Tav's official best friend. also her act three glow up. that is all

oh also during Shadowheart's quest in act three, I met Viconia DeVir (who i killed) and I laughed my ass off because I ended up naming my Tav Viconia who when playing as her, she was like the EXACT opposite of the evil cult leader. there was definitely a "there can only be one" moment when killing her

I also feel that Wyll is pretty underrated character, which is disappointing since he is actually super interesting as a character. I mean he made a deal with a devil. like. c'mon. now I did sometimes get annoyed with his whole being a hero schtick, but also he's like the most sane character companion imo. i felt bad about him sulking alone at the after goblin killing party and I was tempted to ask him to dance to maybe cheer him up, but I also knew that this would probably lead to a romance with him, which I didn't really want. so I just let him be. i remember the impossible choice we had to make in act three (save Wyll's dad and sacrifice his freedom, or break the contract Wyll made with Mizora and let his dad die). This was actually a really difficult decision to make because like. it's either your dad or your freedom. it's literally an impossible choice to make. i decided to have Wyll be free of his contract with Mizora because I had hope that we could maybe find a loophole to this whole deal. WHICH THERE WAS. I had to undo a 5 whole hours of progress because of a bug with Duke Ravengard not spawning in the iron throne if you progress too much in the lower city before watching Gortash's coronation (which is entirely my fault for being awful at directions and not understanding very obvious instructions), BUT I DID IT. I saved Wyll's dad and had him free from Mizora's servitude! his friendship with Karlach is also extremely sweet. I love just how nice Wyll is. I think he's neat.

KARLACH! My favorite female companion! I was so excited when I was finally able to give her a hug. she's just so sweet and fun and as i said before she got me the closest to crying while playing the game. she almost made me cry not once, not twice, but THREE whole times. first time was of course when she was finally able to touch people. second was when we killed Gortash and she had a crisis about dying soon. third was when I thought she was actually going to die before Wyll offered that she come with him back avernus to kill all the devils (bless Wyll). she's also the number one funniest character in the game which juxtaposes the fact that she almost made ms cry the most amount of times.

speaking of crying, this game made me want to cry three separate times in one day. i made the mistake of playing through Shadowheart's and Astarion's quest on the same day then proceeding to kill Gortash, which you already know what happens after that.

After playing through the game, I agree that camp dad(dy) is the official term to describe Halsin. I'm not attracted to him in any since, so to me he is just dad, but I do agree with this sentiment. also goddamn he tall

Jaheira is the fun aunt of the group and I love her for that. she's a queen.

Minsc is himbo. I also realized that he always has something to say about everything we do, and I didn't realize that until when I talked to him one time and he was speaking of something we did like three quests ago and I had to keep talking to him until he was finally caught up with the current events. it was super hilarious

Also I love Boo! when Minsc introduced me to this space hamster I immediately feel in love with his tiny wittle paw awnd hwis wittle whiskews- also Boo had so much personality and I love him for that.

now. it is time to be down bad. Gale. my beloved. if you have seen the amount of posts and art that I reblog about him, you could probably tell that I am absolutely down bad for this man. I don't know when it started, but holy shit. this man got me kicking my legs and squealing like a little school girl. every romance scene with him got me down bad. he says just the sweetest things and I am on the floor dead from a heart attack. he proposed to me at the end of the game. i was happy :)

other points about Gale: he is super funny. every joke with him is hilarious. Mystra is a bitch. he gives dedicated history professor vibes. his camp outfit looks so comfy. he hates sneaking because his knees hate sneaking. he is best friends with his tressym named Tara, who he summoned NOT because of tressyms being known for being a great familiar, but because he wanted a friend. pleasure domes lol

i guess this is all to say that I love every companion in bg3

i believe I got the best ending (in terms of good or bad endings) in the game, and my hot take is that I actually love the ending of the game! i don't know what other people were talking about when they said it wasn't satisfying. the only critique I can give about the ending is that if you don't romance either Shadowheart or Astarion, you don't really know what happens to them after the events of the game other than they probably have a happy ending. other than that, great ending!

i will say that I do agree with most other people when they say that act 3 is maybe the weakest act in the game. not that it isn't a bad act. i just think it's unnecessary difficult even in explorer difficulty, which I did had to set it to because balanced wasn't cutting it for my smooth brain. i also had difficulty with trying to figure out what to do or where to go for a huge chunk of the act. and if it wasn't for a few helpful guides, I might have accidentally skipped a huge chunk of the quests and gotten a worse ending for a lot of my companions. also yeah. act 3 is extremely buggy. not unplayable buggy, but it did cause a lot of problems with my playthrough including me having to redo 5 hours of progress because of a bug

also fighting the githyanki at any point in the game starting from the end of act 2 is an absolute nightmare. how are a group of githyanki monks a more difficult fight than the literal god of death?

speaking of death, i love the dead three. i think they are amazing antagonists. my favorite with being Thorm. he is just so intimidating and he gave an amazing first impression. it helps that he is voiced by J.K. Simmons.

OH AND RAPHAEL! he is so theatre kid evil and that is amazing! best fight theme in the game. i saved the song on my Spotify before I even got to his fight because I heard it for the first time when I was kind of watching my brother play and I fell in love with the song.

i wish there was more to do in act 2, but in terms of story, it is extremely strong and the act is extremely spooky, which I love. i got scarred for life in the house of healing. though I think the biggest strength with act 2 is Shadowheart. she stole the show in act 2.

also Gale's act 2 romance scene hehe <3

Scratch best boy

Owl bear cub so adorable

oh! also when exploring the szarr palace, I found an owl bear plush and I immediately wanted it to be real. i immediately stole it because it is the best thing ever

i love this game so much! there is so much more I want to speak about, but then this would turn into a novel if I mentioned everything. I might make a post about my Tav later on, but that's for later. i already made a google doc about her profile, but there is so much more that I want to discuss about her outside that doc, so...maybe I can share the doc whenever and maybe let people send asks about the character and I can discuss more in detail stuff that wasn't mentioned

I'm probably gonna take a short break from playing bg3 since I still just want to think about the finale and I spent maybe 80 hours of gameplay on this one run (i say this one run because I have been playing a bit with my brother and friend)

afterwards I want to do a redeemed dark urge run. i might romance Astarion not because I see him in a romantic light, but because I really ship him with the durge thanks to all of the art I have seen

tldr; bg3 is amazing

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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Back Together

Part 11

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 3.5k

Synopsis: Aftermath of the confession and another warzone

Warnings: Blood and gore descriptions, mentions of suicide

Ghost’s confession had left more than a few things unsaid between the two. A quietness settling over them that not even jokes could permeate. Even Soap was keeping his distance willingly. When they went to the bar Soap no longer closed it down and had to be drug home, instead finding himself a distraction for the night in whatever man or woman caught his eye in hopes he could force the thoughts back, the desires. And it partially worked until there was a night he couldn’t find anyone, Konig stuck around longer on those nights thankfully. He usually left the bar with Soap then since his place was only a few blocks away. It only brought more tension and a burning glare to his back from the Lieutenant, feeling the daggers he threw at both him and the big guy.

What could they do though? Ghost had been right as much as the both of them hated to admit it. A relationship between the two of them as anything more than friends was dangerous for themselves and their team. There was nothing that could be done about anything that Ghost said, they were stuck with an ocean between them and not a single plank of wood to float on. Taking someone, anyone, home was better than letting Ghost do it when he was shit-faced and had to be practically wrestled into bed only to make them both more uncomfortable with the situation, and wondering what-if. They needed the distance, distance was good. It helped them to forget when that was all that they could do.

At their team training sessions Soap paired himself up with Konig, doing everything he could not to stare at one of the only people in the world he couldn’t have. Konig did his best to fill the void albeit unknowingly, to keep his mind busy but he just couldn’t stop the anxiety that pressed him. That filled his mind in every corner. The German was an easy friend, a constant he could enjoy without worrying he’d do something stupid. But that didn’t stop his mind from working when he laid alone in his bed and all he could imagine were hazel eyes and a scarred face laying next to him. Remembering when they had been there and how anxious he had been the entire time when, looking back, that was when he should have been at his most calm.

Eventually the quietness of sitting at home on their asses had everyone climbing the walls. Ghost was pressing into the red at training, staying hours at the gym after everyone else had left. Soap found himself at the bar even when no one else was there, getting in more than one altercation with several patrons, finding relief in the punishment they dealt to his face or what he dealt to theirs. Price was in Laswell’s office nearly every morning just searching for anything that would get them out of here. Gaz was begging for any kind of spin up, even a solo op and in the meantime had taken to making TikTok videos nearly all day every day. And Konig, well he was still getting settled in but every time a text popped up on his phone asking Soap if this looked good, or which was better, the white microwave or the black one, they were both nearly banging their heads against the wall at just how stupid they felt when neither of them honestly had any idea. Why the hell did it matter, it was a fucking microwave.

When they finally got the text to meet at the blackroom they were all more than willing to take the mission no matter what it was that was coming their way. There had been an assault on a British embassy, hostages were taken and it was supposedly by some of the same forces they had tracked through that jungle for nearly a month which was the only reason the op was even passing to them. They were being sent in to retake it and save the hostages, and according to Laswell they were supposed to be recovering some intel from the ambassador's hard drive. A simple enough retake and even though it was below their operating level the men jumped at the opportunity. None of them were suited to being stuck in the civilian loop of life. And besides, one more assault on these forces meant one step closer to snatching Ilya Barandin and throwing him in a prison to rot. Who didn’t love the idea of that? “Bravo 0-6 to overwatch we are about to assault the primary infill point, how’s it looking up there?”

A voice answered back quickly, “No hostiles visible outside of the target building Bravo 0-6. You are cleared to engage.”

“Copy that,” Price glanced over his shoulder at the men pressed against the wall behind him. “Let’s get those hostages.” The group headed for the building, lining up on the door as Soap reached for his back and pulled out a C4 charge. He secured it to the door and took his position just behind Ghost before turning his gaze to the Captain. When Price looked at him and said, “Blow it Sergeant,” the door fragmented into wooden shards and the team spilled inside the building. Bullets whizzed past as they made entry and hostiles dropped. Konig and Soap halted at the bottom of the stairs as the others continued up to the second floor. Bullets flew as Gaz, Price, and Ghost continued on through the building. Another breaching charge went off and a few seconds passed before Price’s voice came through their comms, “Only five hostages secured overwatch, moving to secure the last hostage and the building.”

It took a second before the voice answered, “Negative Bravo 0-6 your priority is the intel. Get to the ambassador’s office on the third floor.”

Price shot back, "We need to secure the building and the last hostage, overwatch. No hostage means more hostiles. You're going to get us killed."

The woman on the comms reiterated, "Secure the intel, Bravo 0-6. The intel is mission priority." They could hear Price’s loud yell even from down here, each man glancing to one another with a knowing look. The Captain was right, command was going to get them killed prioritizing intel over securing the building and a hostage.

Konig shifted uncomfortably at his shoulder before muttering, “I don’t like the sound of that.”

Soap glanced behind him at the tall man with a slight nod before answering, “Me neither Germ…”

Price cracked over their comms as he ordered, “Soap, Germ, we have reason to believe the last hostage is on the first floor. Secure him and the floor and meet up here with Ghost. Gaz and I are going for the intel.”

Soap’s hand reached for his neck as he answered, “Rog.” His hand dropped and he told Konig, “On me Germ, let’s go.” A hand tapped his shoulder and they moved through the chairs and tables to a door near the back wall. They lined up on the door before another hand tapped his shoulder and Soap opened the door letting it fall open before a hail of bullets hit the door frame. The Scot pulled back waiting for the shots to stop before he rounded the corner. The man dropped before he could reload his weapon and they continued down a narrow hall. He tried the next door jaw tensing when it didn’t budge. He grabbed a breaching charge, attaching it to the door before he took a step back, waited for Konig’s tap, and then blew the door. They entered the room, blue eyes widening only a step inside. A vest was strapped to the last hostage and to another man who was using him as a shield. “Back, back Germ.”

He pushed Konig back feeling as he rounded the corner, staying in the doorway to keep a worried eye on the man. He heard Konig in their comms a second later, “We found the hostage and a hostile. They have him in an s-vest.”

The Captain’s voice began to come through in their comms as Soap stared hard into the hostage’s eyes. Fear painted the man’s features and sweat rolled down his forehead, muffled cries for help escaping his lips. He didn’t have a clear shot to the man, if he missed and hit the hostage the vest was going to go off anyway. His decision didn’t matter though as time slowed around them and the vests went off together. The shockwave threw him into the wall behind him, head smacking hard against the brick and his helmet being thrown somewhere out of reach. Konig who had been a step behind him on the other side of the wall dove for the ground. Everything went hazy around him as the room blew apart, shrapnel cut into his exposed skin and buried into his vest.

Konig was the first to move as the Scot sat against the wall trying to take in a breath. The big man pushed himself to his knees as he looked around slowly, dazed for a few seconds until he turned in Soap’s direction. His light eyes found him through the smoke and Soap let out a hard cough, his lungs trying desperately to fill with the air that had been forced out of them when he’d slammed into the wall. Konig’s hand jerked him forward by the collar of his vest, shaking him back to the present and out of the fog of his mind. The man’s voice came through finally over the ringing in his ears, “Soap! Are you good!?” The Scotsman nodded slowly and pushed himself up using the wall to aid him while Konig got his own head on right and grabbed their loose equipment. He pressed a hand gently to the back of his head, wincing as he felt the familiar warm liquid coming off against his fingers. This was gonna feel like shit tomorrow, hell it felt like shit today.

He reached up to his throat to press the comms before choking out, “This is Bravo 7-1 to all callsigns, how copy?”

His words slurred together but he must have still been understandable because Price came over the comms, “Soap what the bloody hell happened?” He heard pain in the voice as Soap waved Konig over, the big man handing his gun and helmet over.

Soap reached up again to answer, “I didn’t have a clear shot sir. Bloody git blew the hostage up, guess he didn’t see a way out.” The Sergeant took a step down the hall stumbling as he did, saved only by Konig who reached out to grab his arm until he righted himself, his head was pounding even as his adrenaline rushed.

“Get up here Sergeant, and bring the Germ, we have a problem.” Price told them and Soap and Konig forgot about their own bodies, and the pain that coursed through them as they ran back through the building and up the stairs. They turned on the landing to see Price digging through a crushed wall with Gaz. “They’re stuck on the other side, help us get through here.”

Soap was at his side in a second as he asked, “Ghost and the hostages?” He got a nod from the man before asking, “You get comms through?” A quick shake of the head answered and all four men were digging through rubble like it was them on the wrong side instead of the other way around. It only took a few minutes to dig through the collapsed wall with all four pushing themselves far past when they should have broken down. Soap went through first, glancing down at a trail of blood nervously and calling out, “Ghost? Ghost, where are you?”

His blue eyes glued to the far end of the hallway and through a door at the end when he heard that deep, raspy, familiar voice call out, “Johnny! Here!” The Scotsman hurried down the hall turning into the room where five people sat in varying degrees of a breakdown. Ghost was sitting back against the wall with his gun beside him and a tourniquet already around his leg and trying to tighten it but letting out a low groan before his fist slammed into the wall. “The wall came down, I tried but I can’t.” Hazel eyes closed tight as another wave of pain shot through him and a fresh wave of blood leaked over his jeans.

Soap reached up to the comm as he knelt beside the man, “Bravo 7-1 to overwatch. We need an emergency medevac immediately. We have a man down.”

Price came through the rubble a second later yelling down the hall, “Who!?”

“It’s Ghost sir, the hostages are mostly fine.” Gaz yelled back from the doorway, he hadn’t even noticed the other Sergeant’s arrival through the crushed wall.

Soap’s attention was on the masked man now, helping to tighten the tourniquet as Ghost’s hands reached for his shoulder squeezing hard into the muscle there. It reminded him of that night, his thoughts betrayed in his eyes as Ghost watched him and whispered, “I’m sorry. Don’t hate me Johnny.” The Scotsman felt his fingers freeze for a moment before he shook his head and reached for Ghost’s pack where a medkit was already pulled out and open. He grabbed the injector before finding the morphine vial and injecting him with it.

“You’re gonna be fine Lt. I promise. You got me out of Las Almas, I’ll get you out of this shite hole.” Ghost nodded slowly as the morphine seeped through him and he felt the hand that had been digging into his shoulder loosen and then fall as relief began to course through him. It wouldn’t get rid of all of the pain but at this point he imagined any relief was better than feeling the full force of whatever the hell was wrong with his leg. Soap looked up to Price when another hand grabbed his shoulder and jerked his attention away from Ghost. The hostages were all up and moving now, heading for the hole they had made through the rubble. The tourniquet kept Ghost from bleeding out for now, but Ghost’s leg was definitely broken and it sat at a terrible angle that made his jaw tense just looking at it.

He stared up at Price’s mouth, his own head still pounded and he struggled to hear the man over his own heartbeat and throbbing skull. “- and get him out of here. Let’s move!” Soap nodded and helped Gaz and Price lift Ghost as they carried him down the hall, forcing himself to ignore the Lieutenant's pained huffs of breath and his hands that clawed at anything they could get ahold of. Konig had widened the hole so that Price could climb through and help drag the man out before Gaz and Soap followed. The litter they made was crude but effective, and they hauled Ghost onto it and Price leaned over the man on the litter handing him a pistol and an extra mag before saying, “We’re getting out of here Ghost. Stay frosty.”

Ghost nodded slowly holding the pistol close as he answered, “Copy that sir.”

Soap and Konig drug the man, ignoring the grunts of pain that came from behind them with every bump they ran over. The hostages moved ahead of them with Price and Gaz leading their route. Resistance was unlikely but it was always possible. “141 be advised medevac is one minute out from the primary exfil point, how copy?”

“Good copy overwatch, we’ll be there,” Price’s hand left the comm before he looked over his shoulder, “Pick up the pace boys let’s go!”

Konig and Soap were already on their last legs, being so close to an explosion had thrown them already and the Sergeant was starting to see black spots in his vision and he was more than struggling to focus. The thoughts of Ghost were the only thing that kept him going now, how he couldn’t watch him die, how he couldn’t be the reason they didn’t make it to the medevac on time. The chopper blades made his head spin as the helicopter landed, the medical team sprinted out and took the litter from them as the hostages loaded inside. Price yelled at Gaz and the man turned to run aboard before the Captain followed with Konig turning to follow him and Soap climbing in last. The helicopter took off, the ramp closing behind him as it did. The medical team worked on Ghost at the far end knocking him out before they dared to touch his leg, the hostages held each other and cried as they often did after being rescued, and the rest of the team waited in tense silence for something else bad to happen. For the other shoe to drop.

And drop it did as the Scotsman who hadn’t yet sat down watched the world go dark, the adrenaline high he’d been riding flushed out of his veins now that they were onboard and safe and most importantly Ghost was being tended to. He stayed standing for a couple more seconds before his knees buckled and even the sound of the helicopter’s blades spinning and the shouts of his team no longer reached his ears. The switch in his brain flipped and all was quiet and dark, and the worries for everyone else were suddenly gone and not his to hold anymore.

It was a weightless feeling now that the anxiety of the past weeks and what he had been wanting versus what the reality of the situation was, was gone. It didn't matter that Ghost was a Lieutenant and he was a Sergeant. It didn't matter that one of them could die in front of the other at any given moment. It didn't matter that the team could find out and lose all their trust in the both of them. He saw only two paths now and there was no right or wrong decision between the two, merely the consequences for whichever he chose. It was just a simple question: Did he want Simon Riley to be in his life?

One path, the path where he said no, was depressing to say the least. He couldn't find much of a future there. It was filled with more lonely nights alone, more one night stands, and even more failed relationships with people who would never understand him and what he had been through. There were two endings to that road he could make out, one where his parents were lowering his casket into the ground not much further into the future than now, Price, Gaz, Konig, and Ghost standing around in quiet contemplation unable to tell his parents what he was even doing when he had been killed. The other was a bit more distant but not by much. He could see his body torn apart and the suffering written plainly on his face after being medically discharged. He held a gun in his hand, tears falling to the floor and struggling to catch his breath between his suppressed sobs. It was his mother who found him days later, she was never the same and she never understood. The team was absent from this funeral, he had pushed them all away and they probably wouldn't find out for a while that he was even gone. Both endings were a nightmare but also an inevitable outcome, he knew that well. He saw no future for himself anymore where Simon Riley wasn't in it and he couldn't bear the thought of avoiding him anymore. Even if he wasn't with him in the way they both wanted it didn't matter, anything was better than the purgatory he had been in since Ghost's confession.

The path where he said yes was just as bumpy as the other but as he walked it he saw that the good outweighed the bad. There were too many endings to count, too many ways something could go wrong. But there were still so many ways everything could go right. He saw happiness there, and not just the kind he often projected to make everyone else feel better. True happiness, a chance at a life that wasn't sitting in his depressing apartment begging for the next chance to be shot at and hoping the day when he was discharged didn't come, that he would die before he ever had to face that reality. A weight that had been around his neck and sitting on his chest far longer than when he had met Ghost seemed to lift. His decision was seemingly made for him. He would take any future, be that romantic or platonic, with Simon over not having him at all, and he would make that choice any day of the week and twice on Sunday. That was when he was at his happiest and he knew that for a fact.

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choerrygf · 2 years

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hi!!! can you please write a scenario where male!soloist!reader has been busy with schedules and hasn’t been able to spend much time with winter and on his day off he is too caught up with videogames?? maybe include clingy pouty winter it’s all up to you! thanks sm in advance!

Video Games

Winter (Kim Minjeong) x Male!Reader

⚠️: Neck kisses (reader recieves), reader ignores Winter a bit

Apologies that it’s been so long since my last post— university has been stressful. But since it’s break now, I can write more often. Enjoy reading about our lovely Winter. <3

Being an idol was stressful; Winter understood that. It was especially stressful being a soloist, since you’re on your own when it comes to performing. She knew how hard you had been working recently, leaving early in the morning and arriving home late at night. But that didn’t mean she didn’t miss you. In fact, she missed you more than anything else.

But finally, finally, you had gotten a day off. You were meant to have a photoshoot that day, but a lot of the staff had gotten the flu and there was no time to call someone else in. So, you got a day off.

Winter was ecstatic! You and her would finally be able to spend some time together. Even if it was just relaxing at home and cuddling with a bunch of movies; she would’ve been happy.

But what were you doing instead of spending time with your hot girlfriend? Playing video games. You had been enthralled in the screen for what felt like days to Winter, but had in fact only been a few hours. But however long it was, Winter was getting bored of watching you play and wanted all of your attention on her. But when she tried to pry your attention away, it went something like this;

"Come onnn, let's do something else!" Winter begged.

"A few more minutes so I can finish this level, then I'll get off." She pouted.

Winter knew that was a lie; you had completed at least five levels by now and you still hadn't gotten off. Winter huffed and sprawled herself across the couch, wanting nothing more than her stupid boyfriend to get off that stupid game.

Winter whined several times, looking over at you to see your reaction. You didn’t react; just kept your eyes fixated on the screen. Everything she did, pouting, whining, latching onto you; nothing worked.

Winter suddenly shot up; she had a brilliant idea. She remembered how sensitive your neck was and how you couldn't focus when she touched it, and if you couldn't focus, you couldn't play video games!

Winter crawled over next to her and sat on her knees, playing as innocently as possible. You didn't notice anything suspicious happening, so you just continued playing. Seconds later, you felt a pair of lips kissing your neck.

You inhaled harshly. "What are you doing there, princess?"

Winter continued to kiss at your neck, wrapping her arms around your middle. "You wouldn't give me any attention, so I'm making you give me it."

You chuckled lightly. You knew how pouty your girl could get when she wanted your attention; you honestly should've seen this coming.

"God, you're so clingy." You commented. Your controller laid on the couch beside you, forgotten.

"I wouldn't be clingy if you'd just give me attention, stupid." Winter said.

You suddenly grabbed her and pulled her down on the couch with her, giggles and yelps leaving her soft lips. You kissed her jaw and held her close to you; she immediatley snuggled into your arms, the pout no longer on her face.

How could you possibly play video games when you had a pretty girl beside you to play with?

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 months

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(tw alcohol problems)

The phrase "keep it session" has been in consistent use since the very early episodes of this radio show, I've just heard and episode in which John Robins stops to explain what it means, which I thought I'd cut out and save because I find it interesting. And by "interesting", I mean literally yesterday I was explaining to my friend how maybe I could be just fine drinking if I started doing this more, just get lower percentage beer and still drink the same amount, and it was starting to make sense, but it does seem like a less good idea when I hear it explained by a guy who has since admitted he had a drinking problem despite employing this technique. And possibly connected to it - it is a good trick to have something that seems like responsible drinking, but actually it's just that you're so attached to drinking you need to be able to do it for longer so you'll find any way to make it so you don't have to stop as early (I don't mean as early in life or anything, I mean literally if I start drinking I like to stay up until 4 AM or so because I know that when I go to bed I'll have to be sober for the next while, but as long as I stay awake I get to enjoy not being sober, and I think that is the basic concept behind the Keep It Sessions idea, not actually responsible drinking).

I'm rather upset at myself, a couple of nights ago I got properly drunk for the first time in 2024, and I didn't mean to. My best friend/roommate and I got invited by our mutual friend and his wife over for a dinner party in the suburbs where it was so awkward, they had this nice house and none of us like his wife (we're not just being terrible people or anything, I'd like to defend our position by saying she's made casually racist comments and is rude to wait staff, among other issues), and it was a reminder that we never get to see our friend anymore without his wife present which means we never get to have a proper conversation with him or relax around him, even though before he got married he was one of my closest friends in the world and we used to meet up several times a week and sit in a pub all night and could talk about anything, and it wasn't even about getting drunk, we'd often only have a couple of pints and not even get drunk (I mean I'd usually get drunk by myself after I went home but that's beside the point, the point is that it's not like I'm reminiscing about the old days because I think we have to be drunk to have fun with this friend and we can't have fun now that we don't drink together, it's not that, it's that we used to be able to hang out casually and now it's a dinner party at a house with his wife whom we don't like and we all have to be awkwardly polite and we just talk about polite company topics and then all go home at a reasonable hour and it sucks), but those are some of my best memories in the world and it's gone forever now, and I guess this is just what happens as you get older, but it made me really depressed because I miss the way friendships used to be. And then my best friend/roommate and I got out of there, and he said to me "Well that was fucking awkward, want to go to the pub", so we did, and honestly it was awesome. Had a few pints in the pub, went back to our place, got drunk in the living room while listening to music and watching match videos in preparation for the trip to Mexico he's doing next week to coach one of our team's athletes in an Olympic qualifier, it's really exciting and I had so much fun just hanging out with him all night and that did feel like old times. And then obviously I woke up and hated myself.

I was very tempted to just say well, that's it, I'm not going to be sober now. But I know that's a cop-out. I never said I'd literally never drink again, and part of why I avoided saying that is I didn't want to be able to say that was the entire goal, if I break it once then it's all for nothing and I can give up. I said I want to drink less. What I meant is I want to be completely sober, but I don't want to fall into my black and white thinking of if I haven't spent all of 2024 completely sober then I may as well give up. You know, like the thinking that if I'm already drunk on one night, then I may as well stay up until 4 and continue drinking instead of going to bed at midnight, because more drinking when you're already drunk doesn't add to your total number of drinking nights, it's just more of the one drinking night, so you may as well stay up.

Anyway. I was talking to my friend today and tried to explain that maybe there is some way that we can keep having nights like that but I can just get really low-percentage drinks and it won't have the same effect, but I did then listen to this radio episode and realize it sounds more like bullshit coming from a known alcoholic. Because aside from anything else, I don't think I'd stick to it. And I'm not sure there's any alcohol that's weak enough for it to be healthy to drink it for like eight hours at a time.

On a lighter note, I appreciate John Robins explaining what percentages do to conversions, because I've had this happen before. In 2014, this guy from NZ moved up to my city and trained with my team for a year. When we first met him, he told us that he'd often drink a 2-4 (a pack of 24 beers) in a night. We thought this sounded absolutely ridiculous, as the most accomplished drinkers we knew could do maybe 16 or so. The first time we drank with him, we were prepared to be impressed, but it turned out he couldn't really drink any more than I could. At the end of the year he moved back to NZ, and the next year a bunch of us went down to NZ for his wedding, and also went to his bachelor party and on a post-wedding trip and much alcohol was drunk at all those events, and we quickly worked out the source of the confusion. NZ beer is all really week; he was telling the truth when he said he could drink 24 cans of it in a day, but so could my friends and I. I'm used to 5% being the standard for beer, you can get light beer that's 4 or 4.5 or even 3.5, and you can get fancy beers that tend to be between 5.5 and 7, and novelty beers that are 8 or 9. In NZ, it seemed like the standard was 4%. John Robins talks about 5% beer like it's way too much for session drinking.

Anyway. That's not really the point. The point is I rather hate myself but I am going to still try to not drink alcohol. Also I hate the institution of marriage. Mostly. Some people's partners are cool. If you're reading this then your partner is probably cool (that sounds like a joke but I'm not joking, I can think of three people who are likely to read this post and whom I talk to regularly and know some things about about their partners, all of you seem to have very cool partners, I may have just got unlucky that all my friends seem to be marrying people who make friendship much more difficult). Keeping it session is probably not the solution to drinking too much. Even though it seems tempting. I mean, drinking weak sessions beers would definitely be healthier than what I did the other night. But less healthy than not drinking. My roommate might get to coach at the Olympics this summer. I am (genuinely) very happy for him and (not genuinely) completely fine with him going and achieving our shared dreams without me after I stepped away from them. Life is difficult. I'll try again next week.

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williamafton2030 · 3 months

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My opinion on Mimic and its implementation in lore

The Mimic is no longer a mystery to anyone so I'm just going to talk about who he is because everyone must know who he is (even more so when in a few months the anniversary of the boom that hit his revelation in Tales from the Pizzaplex with the story that bears the same name, The Mimic). Rather, I am going to focus on telling my personal experience with his introduction to the fandom and how he went from being a character I hated to being one of my favorite characters.

First I have to say that I was quite surprised by this plot twist because I did not follow Tales from the Pizzaplex and I had no idea what the stories were in them (this made me venture much later than this plot twist to read the history of GGY and knowing why they said that Gregory was Patient 46, but that is another story. The fact is that it was one day when I was even calmer that I came across a video that states that neither Glitchtrap nor Burntrap are William and explains his true identity and what the history of this new character is. I was very stunned because I could not believe that William was not one of these 2 characters when they had been apparently saying yes for years and I became discouraged and quite upset with this horrible retcon (or at least at the time I thought it was)

I went weeks without barely touching anything from Fnaf until the Ruin trailer premiered. I loved this trailer either for the entire horror setting it presented or for the Vanny Mask that brought us a great concept such as the VANNI network that I adore to this day. So what did I do? Well, I gave it a chance and I started to get interested in reading the Tales from the Pizzaplex stories or at least the two related to Mimic (The Storyteller and The Mimic)

I adored every bit of these stories and my hatred for Mimic, which had been very strong at the beginning, diminished considerably when I saw the potential he had as a villain and understood that it had not been a retcon. I understood that Scott had had this Help Wanted character in mind and the creation of Glitchtrap because the tears and drool he had proved it, in addition to his imitation of Tape Girl when we first entered the game, greeting us with that distorted voice. And of course because the scene of the tombs on the death screen finally made sense to me because William was dead, but his tomb represented in the center with that texture indicated to us that Mimic was imitating him and that he had him in the center like a king (This interpretation is not mine because several channels talk about it on YouTube but this scene finally made sense to me)

Another thing that changed my mind about Mimic when reading his story is realizing that he wasn't just a poor imitation of William for no reason other than killing people by imitating him. But Mimic for me is not only that and what seemed to be an empty character for me became a being who has an internal struggle due to the duality that exists in him where he wants to make friends but at the same time destroys and ends everything. the one he crosses paths with. In addition, it came "to life" so to speak since in the room of papers and drawings in the Pizzaplex we can find messages like "I can feel it." Although there was also the sadistic part like Glitchtrap and the part that hates being bothered as it is in the message "This is my home, leave"

All this made my affection for him notable but it wasn't until Ruin where I loved him even more (although poor Cassie didn't deserve it for everything she went through). I honestly loved that he appeared imitating Gregory's voice lines from Security breach like "The stupid door is not open." That seemed very macabre to me because it meant that Mimic spent the entire game watching what Gregory was doing, but at the same time I loved it.

The only thing that left me with a bittersweet taste was its introduction to the lore because they could have done better by giving more clues that we were indeed facing a new villain and it was not William Afton returning from the dead again. But for everything else Mimic is amazing and I really love its concept.

I sincerely hope that in future Steel Wool games they bring him back because I think he is a great villain and a great concept that gives a fresh air to the franchise.

Finally, I would like to point out that you should always give things a chance, even if you are not very excited about them because you may find things in them that you will end up loving. And above all, it is true that having Fnaf books is very expensive and not everyone can afford it, but you can read the stories or at least summaries, but above all the stories that you will not regret.

And this has been my personal opinion of the character of The Mimic. I have to clarify that this is my personal opinion and that if you don't have the same opinion as me, that's okay too since we each have our own opinions, all of which are equally valid.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf mimic #fnaf security breach #fnaf tales from the pizzaplex #fnaf ruin #I need Mimic in more games #I love the concept and story of Mimic and I regret not having read its story from the beginning #but in the end I gave it a chance and I don't regret them at all #opinion about character

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Can you tell me, do you enjoy hurting people?

I don't believe you -

Do you enjoy killing?

I'll kill you!

What? Like you did our brother?

Take his name out of your mouth.

Leo I'm -

He died to protect both of us.

You're as much to blame as I am.

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Based off a friend's TikTok animation!

Here's the video

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: mentions of death, dysfunctional family dynamic, shifting blame, no resolution, angst

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Donnie's fingers clenched with the memory. The familiar weight of his staff sat in his hand, but the rest of it was still.. there. The smoke, the dust, the screaming.

Raph's sacrifices were never just for himself, and oftentimes, for more than just his family. Risking his tail for Cassandra and her child, the chipped edges of his shell reminding everyone of every time he leapt in the way of danger. His arm, dutifully crafted by Donnie after Raph dragged Mikey out of the path of a building's fall, was specifically armored to help prevent further injuries.

But his final moments couldn't have been avoided with any amount of armor or padding. Leo's plan, his own role.. Raph's body on the crushed pavement..

Donnie jerked with the weight of a hand on his shoulder, turning to meet Mikey's eyes. The movement grounded him, just barely enough to feel his own hands shake. The younger turtle offered a smile, if only to help calm him down.

Donnie paused, turning back towards Leo. He had turned away. Ever the headstrong leader, he still loathed confrontation of the emotional sort.

"He would have done it for anybody." Leo murmered. "Risk his arm, his shell, his life." He whipped back around, brow furrowing.

"So why try and blame me?"

"Calm down, please!" Mikey stepped between the pair now, bands stretched between them. "It wasn't the fault of either of you!"

Donnie scoffed, face tensing from upset to steeled. "Of course it wasn't. Because the four of us together lasted this long, saved so many others because HE was there to protect us! And now HE'S GONE. Because Leo's plan fell through, AGAIN." He gave his twin a pointed look, watching with empty satisfaction as the leader's expression twisted into a scowl. "And now, we're screwed."

"Because YOU didn't warn any of us about the Kraang's movements!" Leo pointed at him, finger wavering. "If you had told us that Sister left her post.." his voice was wavering now. "We might have stood a chance. HE might have stood a chance."

Mikey's arms had fallen to his sides sometime during the twins' argument. Even older, wiser, leaders of war.. once the family was outside the eyes of those they had helped or led, they devolved back to this.. mess. Barely functional adults with the military power to lead.

It would have been funny, if it wasn't so.. pathetic.

"He died because he was shielding you!" Donnie's voice was less accusatory now, shaking even more terribly than his hands.

"He and I were only open like that because Sister knew it'd be an easy shot." Leo shook his head, his own hand falling now. "And she was right."

The siblings were all silent now. The tension the twins had held for one another was gone. Mikey no longer needed to stop their childish bickering.. at the cost of several minutes of screaming and fighting and finger pointing.

His hands were still, unlike those of his older brothers. A quiet voice in the back of his mind mentioned it may have to do with his gift, and he pushed them aside. His subconscious voice could wait.

"I'm sorry." Donnie mumbled. Leo nodded in acknowledgement, sighing deeply as a hand came up to flick his mask tails over his shoulder.

"We're a mess." He glanced up, grinning. Mikey laughed quietly. "Complete and utter disasters."

"The pinnacle of leadership, really."

Donnie huffed. "Honestly? I'm surprised we all made it so far. I thought you'd die first."

"Hey!" Leo's grin widened for a moment before falling completely, the family falling into silence once again. None of the brothers knew what to say..

But nothing they could possibly say would ever bring Raph back.

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