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alphaofdarkness · 9 months

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Okay Dany, convince me to ship Kidge. What is the appeal of this ship? (genuinely asking because I've only watched season 1 and I'm curious)

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Not gonna lie anon, your question caught me off guard at 2am on a Sunday,, I was like 😳

“Oh shit someone's asking me?? About a ship?!” The intimidating question was so real and all I could do was literally go on a feral tirade on why I love Kidge so much and legit made no sense and just kept wondering in between moments of clarity on how I can properly defend myself on why I like the ship 😩 (not that I need to or have too, enough time has passed where I can say,,, just let me ship and be blissfully happy UwU, I do not car e anymore lol)

I will say that I want to keep this brief (as best I can, because heck I went feral just talking to myself on why I like the ship), I’m not the best at explaining things like some other amazing people might in the ship tag. But take what I say with a grain of salt and hope I don’t scare you off with whatever I do type.

**Note: This is not entirely brief liike how I wanted and I hate myself,, feck,,, I failed step one immediately**

Imma do bullet points, thoughts and prayers y'all cause I did my best to explain my chaotic thoughts lol ;;w;;

First and foremost! I definitely recommend that you watch the show in the general scope of a viewer and not just focusing on a ship. I think everyone should and would be aware of that~ but much like my initial watch I wasn’t paying much attention to the show and lore and story because I was distracted~. It wasn’t with Kidge at the time, but it definitely impeded my watch in the beginning as well as me falling off the fandom for a while into season 3-5. Plus, me rushing through those seasons when season 7 was coming around like, blood hell Alpha.

I think it goes without saying because the show is really good and love the found family aspect of it most importantly 👏🏼👏🏼 I am a sob and a fecking mess about this trope and I will forever cry over it.

I highly recommend watching the show in increments too instead of just binging it because you will lose information much faster 😭 and also it is just so fun to look forward to watch it the next day. I had so much fun this month just rewatching the show and am kind of depressed that it’s over lol 😔

Don’t cry because it’s over be happy for the journey (and all the fanfics you can reread again with full, understanding knowledge 😌)

Additionally, it is fun to reflect on the episodes re-watched, to better retain the info, at least for me, I can be slow with digesting new information (especially after so long), but it also made me giddy just talking to myself about the silly or serious shenanigans happening in the episode.

Second of all! I don’t want to convince you to ship Kidge 😩 I want you to convince yourself on why they would be good and cute together from your perspective! 👏🏼👏🏼

I personally think that they just work so well together, and while their initial interactions are short and brief, I love seeing them just standing next to each other or sharing panels during the fight sequences through much of the early seasons! I will say liike season 7 (even season 8) is like a holy grail for Kidge shippers because— 😩👏🏼 AH, took a while to get there, but we made it besties!!

Considering you’ve only seen season 1, I won’t dive into too many spoilers! To the best of my ability, I will say, I tended to focus on where the two stood by one another a lot and how they interacted in their lions and as Voltron and outside of it! ~

1. They both have family members/familial others on the trip to the Kerberos mission and just the whole concept of them looking for their respective familial figures.

Like that’s is the first part of the whole “WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL 😩” the way the two of them are shown to fight tooth and nail to save and go out of their way to figure out where their family members are is just 🤧✨ I truly believe if there was an opportunity to grow and develop them together it would have been over this.

I also find it incredibly fascinating that they are two of the most prominent characters that dive into their backstories in flashback sequences through the seasons ahead (we got a glimpse of Pidge's backstory in season 1 with a few more down the line). And how similar the two are in some of their experiences like school and being bullied and how their familial figures guide them (Shiro to Keith and Matt, and her father, to Pidge).

Hell, all of this could have been played as platonic all the way through or something more. Like I was there for it 👏🏼 I feel like this is a strong cemented stone on why I ship them a lot and keep me going on the potential their relationship could have been if they knew one another before the pilot episode. I just think it would have been cool, two conspiracy theorist bypassing the government to search for the truth!

2. They are literally the right and left arms of Voltron; the sword and shield ✨

I sincerely wish so much that again their relationship could have been developed more in the early seasons with this aspect, especially since we see how developed both Lance and Hunk are with each other (I mean they are literally best friends at the Garrison, I needed most of that with Kidge especially since they would be the opposite to them so it would have great to see them develop together as the arms of Voltron 🤧).

I just think it would have been nice to see it play out on how well they work together on the field and off it. I will say! It isn't all lost, especially into season 3 and like late season 6 and onwards! I say the dynamic of Shiro and Pidge in their lions and as Voltron currently is what kind of develops in Keith and Pidge later! I hope you can make sense of that later on as you keep watching 👀!

3. Other general things about their tropes and personalities just give me more fuel to ship them, such as:

Them both being introverted to heck in their respective ways; the techie nerd and the emo loner like,,, sillies!

I am always someone who loves looking at character color palettes and how they mesh well together; so believe me I lost my mind when Kidge shippers literally came up with Kidgemas cause of their red and green colors and I just *screams* 🌿🔥

I love both their personalities and how similar, yet different, they are to one another in that respect; they both have a drive and fire in them, their sarcasm and jibs to the others is so funny.

I'm not over season 1 episode,,, 2? Of the team training together and like,,, first of all, the two's small spat because Pidge couldn't concentrate during the mental exercise, but literally leaping to her defense when Allura threw food goo at her like,, Ah I just love her sarcasm to Allura then "The princess of what, your not ours--" and i just like go off queen, but also please no fighting 😩 y’all are going to be family ah,,, i love my dysfunctional family so much ya'll

Keith making a face at the action and immediately "Go loose, Pidge" LIKE AH! 👏🏼👏🏼😩😩

But they also have their calm moments of serene clarity and peace that is heighted with their interactions with the other characters as well!

I also noticed how they both tend to be the mature ones in some cases and some situations when around the other or a shared mature figure like Shiro; Keith by like a lot, clearly, but I was increasingly surprised by how Pidge maintained some serious temperament during missions, especially when around Hunk and most definitely around Lance lol (It is funny tho how serious and mildly annoyed she gets to his flirtatious ways, but can also immediately just let her guard down and have giddy fun with him when something catches her interest, it's so cute and hilarious 😌).

I also just love their development through the show of just letting their guard down around the others overtime! Especially with Keith and how his lone wolf personality melts away (believe me I lost my mind at how many sweet moments were between him and Hunk and IM just here crying at how Keith was able to smile and have fun around him 😭 💛❤️ got me all emotional i fecking criED). As well as Pidge with the others, especially after she told them about her true identity and how she wants to be able to work with them better without any secrets (On a side note, I wish there was more moments with Allura and Pidge earlier on ;;;o;;; SHE LEARNED ALTEAN FOR HER AND CORAN AND IM JUST,,, sweetie I love you! YOUR HONOR THEY ARE SISTERS! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼).

Ah shit, is that season 1 or 2? ;;w;; well, she learns it a nice fact! My girl is such a genius like how did she not like,,, move up grades in school, she is so intelligent , i could never. Not gonna lie, I feel like the team wouldn't be as successful with intel if they didn't have her and her tech wizard skills because DAMN.

Also how Keith was so up and arms when Pidge wanted to leave initially like!? Please ;;w;; sir has abandonment issues, please don't leave sweetie (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀); but also a similar scene occurs, very briefly, later on in reverse :) so take that as you will! It is very small, almost negligible if you aren't paying attention to it.

It is made better by a concluding panel that Kidge shippers just lose their minds over ! (Me, I am kidge shippers and I lost my mind over and over because they are just — *cries and sobs* perfecto!)

Very minor thing, but the height difference (in general im weak in the knees for this) always gets me crying, screaming, throwing up, going feral on the ground. My dearest Pidge, she may gain some legs later in life, but like she is definitely still tiny and I sob, give us short queens some representation because it is so hard out here, and we will kill you (not Allura bending down to her height in that episode she was planning to leave; how NOT to talk to a short person Allura lol 😩)

I think it goes without saying that the whole team, including Keith, are protective of Pidge like as they should be and I just *grins mischievously* can say with confidence that he do 😌

Definitely more of a personal headcanon, and there is a Kidge art of it floating around somewhere in the tag, if they actually had more moments and trained together, but I love Pidge being taught on how to defend herself, especially one on one and like her managing to take down Keith in training and he's just like "⁉️⁉️😳⁉️⁉️” God, I love a woman that can kick my ass trope *chokes*.

I am a sucker for hearing their voices and tone and emotions, so you know for damn well I am listening to them just say the others name in a soft or sarcastic tone lol (I love Steven Yeun's voice, my Glenn 😭, I am a mess for not appreciating Keith before in my initial watch of the show).

Ah, I can go on and off about them, especially about the later seasons but like you're just going to have to take a look of it yourself as you go into it 😌

Once again, I definitely recommend you watch the show for what it is in its storytelling and lore and character development; you can keep a close eyed view of Kidge in the background, but definitely rewind for the moments or stop and pause or rewind for the information given in story.

I hope you enjoyed my nonsense speak and take something away from it or ignore it altogether. I don't mind, I want you, overall, to convince yourself on why you would like to ship Kidge as you watch the show, if at all! We are all here for a fun and good time after the show's initial debut 😌🌿🔥

Have a small doodle of Kidge! My first time drawing them after like 4 1/2 years and I am just,,, yelling at my growth in art and how cute I made them look; mild spoiler, I suppose, of their older selves appearances~ Hope you like! 😌✌🏼

Enjoy your day anon!

#kidge #alpha rambles #alpha howls #voltron #sorry about my nonsense rambling if it makes any sense at all #i love kidge very much they wormed their way into my heart out of nowhere late into the seasons #and I've just love the what could've been should've been-would've been for me

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sleepysheepyeclipse · 1 year

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Jealousy Jealousy

A sheep x Nariender fanfic (1/2)

Summary: Narinder is finding himself in a position after being well settled in the cult where he knows of a new friend’s affection for their leader, and takes the sideline for them.

TW: Feelings of inadequacy, mentions of & allusions to cannibalism, and unrequited feelings, Love…Triangle? Tangle? Something. Spoilers for the game.

Other content tags: Fake relationship

Narinder stood in the garden, plucking beets from the earth and placing them in the chest. The lamb had recently installed some sort of totem to make the plants grow faster, which was both a good and a bad thing for him. Good because it provided work for him to do. Bad because it meant he had little freetime anymore during daylight hours.

“These will probably be the last thing I do before I take a break for a short while.”

He says to himself. Since he was up during the nights anyways; He’s come to find out that he enjoys being productive, over having idle hands.

Idle hands lead to idle thoughts, which right now were not exactly all that kind to Narinder.

He’s long settled into the cult’s life, watching those who did not wear a skull necklace when he was first indoctrinated pass on, be sacrificed, or went abruptly missing one night. Years go on as time for him remains standing faithfully still.

He didn’t really care for the last two sacrifices, only because it made weird looking food appear in the morning. It tasted really good, but whenever he asks about what its made of, the sheep never really answers the question. Now that he has had the thought, he wonders where Jack and Edmund went.

Oh well. That was neither here nor there.

He hears the small dinging of the bell and sees everyone in the distance getting up, or laying down their axes/pickaxes. Some make their way over to the food to eat before heading to bed, others are making a beeline for their huts.

“Hey Narinder!”

Came a high-pitched voice after he wandered closer to the worshiping statue. He looks down to see the yellow snail with the white shell on her back.

“Evening Gloria,”

He answers her.

She too wore the necklace he did, and by the stars she was extremely perky despite neither one of them really sleeping. Always carrying an upbeat attitude and in her own ways, always inspiring others. In his humble opinion, she is the best missionary the lamb has. Any follower she has brought back has been extremely loyal to the cult and its teachings. Not only that, she makes a friend out of them extremely quickly.

The reason he talks to Gloria has more to do with the fact that they’ve bonded over being the only ones up aside from the Lamb. However, even then, the lamb is out on crusades and bringing things back to the cult, or they’re somewhere else in the world.

“How’re you?”

“I’m alright, sore from all the farm work.”

“Understandable, my knees start aching after praying for so long. I just can’t help it, I want to put everything into my prayers!”

“Of course, devotion to the lamb is a wonderful thing.”

“Well... I would love to be devoted to them in a way more than just a normal follower.”

She must have picked up on the “confusion” on his face because she was quick to explain. This wasn’t actually the first time he’d heard her say this same train of thought, but due to the head trauma she had endured on her way into/including her stay inside of The Silk Cradle, Gloria’s memory was not entirely the best.

“I mean-- I’m--I...”

She sighs,

“I’ve been trying to hide the feelings I’ve developed for our leader, and before you ask--!”

She puts her hands up defensively,

“I have made sure that it’s not just the idea of them I’m in love with, and that it physically them I'm in love with. I know my memory isn't as good as it was, so I wrote it down to make I didn't forget what my goal was!”

“I’m glad.”

Even though the ex-god was not, in fact, glad at all about hearing this.

“Do you think if I asked the lamb to marry me, they would? I mean...They don’t have any significant others right now. Not after Theodosia’s ascension.”

Which Gloria would know if they did or didn’t given that she’s one of the older cult members. The more experienced ones.

“I’m not sure,”

He replied honestly, then thoughtfully added:

“I mean, marriage is an awfully far jump from a crush, what if you realize that it’s gone one day?”

Gloria looked surprised for a moment or two, then bit her lip with a nod.

“I suppose I’ll need to start spending more time with our Leader. Now that you’ve said that, I realize I don’t want that to happen. Thank you, Narinder! What a wonderful friend you are, always thinking of the things I forget or overlook.”

She got up quickly, hugged him briefly, and started over to where the Lamb was cooking not horribly far from them. He waved and watched. He bit his lip. Hating every second all of a sudden.

How she made them light up. How she interacted with them. How she placed her hand on their arm or shoulder. How she flirted with them once they handed her a bowl of whatever they were making. From the looks of it, it did not look like the hearty meat meal the lamb’s been fond of making. If he had to guess, it’s probably more of whatever meat comes as a result from a sacrifice.

Which surprisingly doesn't bother him as badly as he thought the idea would. Now if he had to eat a bowl of that one particular batch of it again, then he would most likely puke.

He felt sick, so he forced himself to turn away and walk briskly to his hut. He almost sprinted away and had to physically make sure the door did not slam behind him. He didn't want to give away he’d been watching the two of them interact.

He flings himself onto his bed and buried his face into the covers. Stupid Gloria, stupid lamb, stupid feelings, stupid, stupid and stupid.

How Narinder got drafted into this elaborate plan, he has no idea. Yet here he is, sowing string through the bottoms of Camilla flowers to make a crown for Gloria. Gloria was currently making the one she would give to the lamb.

“Thank you so much for doing this,”

She had said, but Narinder didn’t audibly respond back. Too busy wanting this to be over already. There was light conversation between them, but nothing of any substantiality. He leans over after stringing what he hopes is the last one to place it on her head. Holding it closed as so it sits in its intended circular shape.

“Does it feel alright?”

“It’s a little snug, but that’s alright. Means it’ll stay, right?”

“Right.”

He offers her a smile and then leans back away starting to tie off the string.

“Does this look like it’ll fit?”

Gloria holds up her stringed flowers, trying her best to mimic the gesture he had had seconds ago.

“It looks a little small.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah. Looks more like it would just rest on their head, rather than go down where it would be secure.”

Gloria nodded, but let out a very strong oh no upon realizing that the basket next to her was empty; thus meaning, that she had no more flowers to expand the crown any further than what she already had.

“I’m sure it will be alright,”

He tried assuring, but the snail seemed inconsolable at the moment. So, as a result, Narinder came up with an idea.

“Why don’t you ask for them to go get some from Darkwood whilst out on one of their crusades?”

“But how would I—”

“You don’t have to confess then and there, just simply say you need oh…ten camellia flowers to make a bouquet for the one you wish to confess to?”

“Oh that’s good.”

“I thought so.”

“I’ll go do that now!”

She moved much faster than the former god expected, quickly making her way over to where the lamb was finishing taking a confession. He saw Beelzebub coming out with a refreshed look on their face, and figured whatever weight they had on their shoulders must have been significantly lifted.

She seems to make her request, then her face falls for a moment or two as the Lamb seems to ask her for something after a longer than anticipated paused. Narinder sees her bite her lip, but ultimately agree to whatever it is. The lamb gives her a hug, (which he managed to stop himself from growling at), before rushing off to deal with something inside the temple.

The snail angrily sulks as she walks back over to him and he looks at her confused until she’s close enough to hear him if he said anything.

“What happened?”

“They just asked me to go on a mission in exchange for getting the flowers.”

“And?”

“I said I would of course; they said they wanted me to go see if I could find someone to convert since we’ve had some recent deaths, and our numbers were dwindling and so is some faith. They figure if we have some more intensely faithful members then all will be well once more.”

“I see. Their reasoning isn’t unreasonable. You are one of the best missionaries they have within our cult.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have more words to offer you to make you feel better.”

“It’s alright Narinder, it’s the idea that’s counting.”

There’s a brief lull in the conversation before he offers something he debated saying. Her eyes drifting to her crossed arms, then her feet.

“Hey, Gloria, look on the bright side. At least you’ll have something to look forward to when you get back. Something to keep you going when it gets tough out there.”

She looks up from the ground and one can see the lightbulb clicking into place. Her eyes widening as her lips curl into a smile.

“You’re right!”

She exclaimed, seeming like she has hit enlightenment with the thought.

“—And the sooner I get started, the sooner I get back! Oh, Narinder!”

She drops to her knees and hugs him around the neck. He fights with himself to hug her back, but ultimately does.

“You truly do come up with the best ideas and comfort. I shall see you in two days time!”

She smiles at him as she pulls away, then quickly hurries over the missionary hut and disappears inside of it. Far more eager to get started on her mission than she was when she was given it.

Narinder knows that she, despite her reservations, is truly one of the best missionaries that the lamb has as he has said more than once to others and himself.

He hears the bell from the temple and picks up their project off of the ground, placing it into his basket to drop off at his hut before he heads to the temple. Unknowing within the next few days that his world was going to turn and start spinning differently over the course of 48 hours.

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Narinder hummed quietly as he plucked berries from a newly ripened bush in the garden the next morning after Gloria set off, letting his mind wander idly to random things.

“Narinder?”

“Hm?”

His head lifts as he sees the Lamb standing nearby, jumping a little. Had he been hurried that deeply in thought as to not notice them?

“Oh. Hello Lamb,”

“Morning Narinder, how’re you?”

“I’m alright.”

His eyes turn back to the bush in front of him, but his third one remains open and trained on the Lamb that way he can multitask; continue working, and carry on a conversation.

“And yourself, dear lamb?”

“I’m alright, although…”

“Although what?

“I can’t seem to get me mind off a few matters.”

There’s a brief pause in the conversation that allows Narinder to get up and place his basket in the chest behind him and go to check the trap the scarecrow holds for birds. He resets them, and takes the two caught for the day to the chest.

“Care to share with the cult?”

He invited. The chuckle at the words, but answer his request with letting him in on their thoughts.

“Well for one, I’m worried about Nanajul. They’ve been desperately trying to get me to play along with some cruel prank that they want to play on poor Cassidy. Their faith in me is dwindling as a result and I’m worried I’m going to have a dissenter amongst us soon.”

Valid reason to be concerned. He makes note to talk to their idiotic mutual acquaintance later.

“I see. I can talk to him if you wish, I’m sure he’ll understand if he’s being told it’s a poor idea from someone else rather than his leader.”

“I would appreciate that.”

The lamb’s body language relaxed a little, and like water coming out of a spigot as you slowly turned it on, the other troubles travelled out.

“Secondly, I can’t seem to keep someone consecrating resources. It seems like every time I’m turning around I’m having to tell someone new to go and then having to tell them what to do even though there’s a list of resources in order to do each day.”

Again super valid. He remembers Leshy having some sort of similar problem with their prophets when they were younger. He remembers roughly how Shamura answered in response and tries his best to imitate his older sibling’s response despite not liking having to do so. Things might have gone sour between them, but that didn’t make their words any less right.

“That’s rather annoying, but at least from my perspective that’s probably nothing to worry about. I think as long as it gets done, then what is taking a few minutes to provide guidance going to hurt? You haven’t forgotten how many times you have— had. You had needed my help prior to our current circumstances, have you?”

The lamb looks sheepishly— no pun intended on Narinder’s part— before nodding a little bit. He shook his head, but didn’t harp on it more. He knew they were a quick learner and with pointing out the flaw in their thinking, he figures they’ll try and have a little more open mind to the change of members trying to complete the task.

“And third, I don’t want to go to Darkwood.”

“What is in Darkwood?”

“Those Camellia flowers for Gloria.”

“What is wrong with her request, dear lamb?”

“If I tell you, how poorly would you look at me?”

“Lamb, have you forgotten who I used to be?“

“Touché.”

“You know how you had given me the abilities to read the minds of my members?”

“Yes.”

“I decided to check in on her mentally since it had been a long while since I have last done so and I…”

The lamb trails off.

“You…?”

They don’t answer immediately, so Narinder wanders over to them and stands across from him. Taking the hint they wished not to speak loudly.

“I know the real reason why she wants the flowers, and I feel horrible because I’m not interested in her like that.”

Narinder feels his blood turn cold at that admission. All three eyes widened at the Lamb.

“Which is part of the reason why I sent her off, so I could have time to think of how to let her down gently.”

“Please don’t look at me like that.”

Narinder shakes his head and closes his third eye.

“Apologies. It’s just…That… is a…heavy confession, lamb.”

“I know. I know, but I don’t know what to do about it.”

An idea, though devious, crossed Narinder’s mind as he lets the worry hang in the air for a moment or two before speaking up. It was selfish of him to suggest, and he knows it. The guilt tells him so, but nonetheless he wants the lamb bad enough he’ll deal with the fallout from Gloria when it happens.

“You could always fake being in a relationship. Say someone confessed to you or you confessed to someone while she was gone.”

They consider it for a moment or two before frowning.

“But it wouldn’t hold up for long.”

“Why so?”

“Because I’m sure she would expect me to be around said member, and when day in and day out nothing happens…”

It’s implied she’d put two and two together that she would figure out they lied quick, fast, and in a hurry.

“I will help you.”

Narinder said without thinking, and almost wished he could take the words back and shove them into his face. They were words back when they were a god that were so natural between he and the Lamb. Words that he would offer a million times over if they needed his guidance. It was a habit he hadn’t realized he still had given the distance that had been between them for so long.

“Are you sure? You—We— I…”

They stammered, at a loss for words evidently from either the absurdity or the abruptness of the idea.

“Look, I know we have our… differences, given what happened.”

Narinder didn’t need to imply their entire fight given the betrayal the lamb had caused because they wanted to keep the crown they wore; moreover, the utter anger and resentment that hung between them for so… so long after he was spared. Which each party had their reasons to be legitimately upset.

“But in the end, are you really that against me wanting to help you— albeit in a different way than I had once, lamb? Do you truly think still so low of me?”

They don’t answer, and he opens his mouth to tell them to consider it at least, but they beat him to the metaphorical punch bowl.

“No. I know that when you said you’ll help me you mean it. I know that fact too— too well. I want to move past this animosity we have still between our friendship.”

They nod to themselves.

“So, lovers?”

The lamb outstretched their hand to him, and he feels his heart excitedly skip a beat despite his brain knowing this wasn’t a real offer.

“Lovers it is, my lamb.”

#the lamb x narinder #cult of the lamb #true devotion #lambder #narilamb #cult of the lamb leshy #bishop heket #bishop shamura #cult classic #lamb x narinder #lamb x the one who waits #narinder #the one who waits #unrequited love #fake dating #fake relationship #farmer Narinder #cult leader

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earl-grey-by-the-lake · 1 year

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Random Glitch Trio Headcanons

(aka i'm in my idw sonic brainrot era and remembered i have a tumblr to dump stuff in)

Starline

• Really into long baths (the type with candles and rose petals everywhere)

• Would be obsessed with Lush bath bombs if they existed in Sonic's world

• Acts really pretentious about music, books, films, etc., only claiming to like highly obscure and experimental stuff (bonus points if it's technically complex). While he does genuinely like this stuff, he's also a fan of more 'popular' music like disney songs (or would be if they existed in Sonic's world), musicals and 80s synth.

• I could weirdly see him being into old detective novels/movies, e.g.- Poirot

• He doesn't like science fiction because it tends to be wildly inaccurate

• Spends hours daily doing his hair and makeup even if he knows he's about to get into a fight which will inevitably mess it up again (if he's going to get his hands dirty he might as well look good doing it)

• Had an emo phase in his undergrad years, refuses to talk about it

• Claims to strongly dislike cursing (it's vulgar and juvenile) but swears like a sailor when he's angry or drunk (I stole this one off the Bumblekast but come on)

• Occasionally gets drunk (he normally drinks wine because it's classy but switches to whiskey when he's in a bad mood) and makes extremely unhinged vlogs ranting about stuff, mainly Eggman (e.g.- why doesn't he notice me after everything I've done for him, why does he love his robots more than me, what does Metal Sonic have that I don't, etc...) This happened a lot during their divorce arc

• His ideal date would be a classic romantic candlelit dinner, bonus points if there is singing involved. However there is absolutely no one who could meet his impossible standards for a romantic partner except maybe Eggman and even then he's on thin ice

• Probably a good dancer

• Feels a sense of superiority over extremely 'chaotic' individuals (e.g.- Eggman, Orbot and Cubot, Rough and Tumble, his adopted children), hence why he tends to gravitate towards them. He has a habit of trying to correct and fix other people to show off how put together he is (spoiler alert: he is not put together whatsoever)

• Hopelessly addicted to caffeine

Surge

• Into shounen manga

• Has tried vaping before for the sole purpose of pissing off Starline

• Likes J-rock, metalcore and punk music

• Not really into movies or books because they're long and boring. Her attention span is like 5 minutes max, hence why she prefers comics and manga

• If she was forced to watch a movie, she'd go for a really over the top silly horror movie. she's easily scared by psychological horror/anything with a lot of jumpscares though (not that she would admit it in a million years)

• Likes spicy food and sushi

• Has shoplifted before and will do it again

• Commits arson on a regular basis, Kit frequently depletes his water reservoir trying to put out the fires before Starline finds out

• Would shop at Hot Topic

• Her ideal date would be something super energetic like paintball or laser tag. She would then proceed to get excessively competitive (read: violent) and scare off any potential suitors.

• Starline once took her and Kit to a Disneyland equivalent for 'family bonding'. She used her super speed to cut the lines, made a rollercoaster go faster with her electric powers (because it was too slow- boring!) causing it to derail and almost murder the several children unfortunate enough to be on the ride with her, and set fire to at least one food stand. All three of them are now banned for life.

• She would probably hang out with the Babylon Rogues from time to time

• Unlike Starline and Kit she is a morning person, and is extra loud and obnoxious around them at this time of day just to be an asshole (Kit doesn't mind though)

Kit

• Likes reading technical manuals/long academic texts (aka Surge's worst nightmare)

• Really into horror, especially psychological and body horror (he would really like Junji Ito manga), but doesn't get to watch horror movies much because Surge doesn't like them

• He doesn't like music that much, if he had to listen to something he would prefer white noise because he finds the repetitive sound comforting

• Doesn't really have any food preferences but he likes coffee

• Secretly returns the stuff Surge shoplifts because he feels guilty

• Likes tinkering with bits of tech in his free time

• On the aforementioned 'family bonding' trip, Kit almost murdered the employees of a haunted house because they startled Surge (not that she would ever admit it), contributing to the lifelong ban

• Sometimes stays up all night reading or working on a project, he always looks tired during the day because he doesn't get much sleep

• His ideal date would be a non-existent one because he can't be away from Surge for more than 5 minutes without feeling anxious (also he's like 8). However he would probably stalk Surge on her date and try to sabotage it because he doesn't trust the other person to treat her right

• Is going to have an emo phase in a few years' time, following in the footsteps of his father (ik he's already emo but I mean like he'll start getting more into the music and fashion)

• Is actually capable of being pretty snarky but is too shy to say most of it out loud (he mocks Starline relentlessly in his head though)

#idw sonic #sonic headcanons #glitch trio #dr starline #starline #kitsunami #kitsunami the fennec #surge #surge the tenrec #shitpost #i made some more serious headcanons before doing these maybe i will post those at some point

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 7 months

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Loki Episode 1 Reactions (Less Coherent Edition)

It's been two and a half years, y'all, and what a start to the new season it was. (I've seen mixed reviews in the tag, but personally the initial reaction is I loved it.) What I apparently forgot in those two years, however, is that my in-the-moment reactions notes are not very coherent. So I apologize in advance if you aren't sure what part the note refers to. I'm going to make another post tomorrow with some more coherent thoughts around the episode and some predictions about the season in general (I'm also going to be rewatching the episode later so that might lend more clarity to the next post as well). I also cut out a chunk of my reactions that were just me screaming a character's name when they showed up, unless it makes sense for the next note to leave it in (and there were a lot of these, since it's been two and a half years since I've seen my friends).

Obligatory spoiler warning if you weren't already expecting them. Prepare for some wildness. I've bracketed [ ] some brief clarifying post-ep notes (not everywhere though).

I'm obnoxious, I'm watching the entire recap.

The editing of this recap is interesting.

The bleak theme is worrying. I don't like it. But I do love the color scheme of the logo.

SYLVIE???!!!

CASEY!!!

Okay hopefully that wasn't Sylvie.

Someone give this boi [Loki] a nap. He's had a very very very long day and it's only getting longer.

What the fuck is happening.

X-5 you've got the haircut of a cop, I've decided I don't like you.

Man, I hope we fix this time-slipping in this episode, it's stressing me out too fucking much.

Oh motherfuck. This is driving me insane. This is Sisyphean torture. [I don't remember what specifically I was referring to, so I don't remember if this is an accurate description.]

OH MY GOD I LOVE LIZ CARR I HOPE SHE STICKS AROUND [Man, Liz Carr is just hopping from franchise to franchise this summer. She's in Loki, Good Omens, The Witcher)

OH SHIT. Renslayer and Kang. If they kiss on tape I'm marking it on the Bingo.

I DESPERATELY want to know what B-15's backstory is. She's a fantastic character and I want to know how she used this personality on the timeline.

Keep that Hitler youth-looking fuck away from my girl!

Oh my god, I'm going to be watching this conversation in the hall between Loki and Mobius over and over, because I love every part of it. The panicking, the teasing, the touching, the making each other feel better. Just the entire debriefing, reuniting conversation is EVERYTHING to me right now.

"In order to do that I need a Loki Who Remains." I love this

"I have no memory of having my memory wiped." Mobius. This is Catherine Tate on Nevermind the Buzzcocks telling David Tennant "I don't know songs I've never heard of" solidarity [I understand I'm making obscure 13+ year old references but this quote lives in my head rent free]

Ugh I HATE time travel. But it makes sense why his name is OB now. Also his door is a circle.

OB IF YOU KILL LOKI I WILL END YOUR CUTE BESPECTACLED FACE FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY "No...wait."

OB IF YOU KILL MOBIUS I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY THE SKIN FROM YOUR OWN BONES

Mobius writing "skin" into the dust on the computer lololololol

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING JUST LET LOKI CONFESS

OB I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS IF ONE OF THESE BOYS EVEN SEEMS TO DIE AT THE END OF THIS EP

HOW IS HE GONNA HOOF IT BACK IF HE CAN BARELY CRAWL [I started getting really stressed at this point. It's pretty much caps lock from here on out.]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA END THIS EPISODE WITH MO BITING IT AND THEN LOKI FIXES IT IN EP TWO AND BRINGS HIM BACK

OR LOKI BITES IT AND THE OTHER WAY HAPPENS

THERE'S ELEVEN MINUTES LEFT BUT I DON'T TRUST MARVEL NOT TO MAKE ELEVEN MINUTES OF CREDITS

MARVEL DON'T MAKE ME CHECK OFF THE CRYING BOX [on the Bingo Card] ON EPISODE ONE

MARVEL

I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP

MARVEL

LOKI

MOBIUS

LOKI

MOBIUS

SYLVIE MY DARLING MY PERFECT LOVE THANK YOU OH MY GOD

How wild is it that Loki comes flying back from the jaws of death itself and saves Mobius from getting his skin ripped off and they land on the floor of the TVA in each other's arms, and the first thing Loki does is bring up his ex-girlfriend [I wouldn't classify Sylvie as this, but I'm being tongue-in-cheek, and Mobius did accuse Loki of falling for himself in season 1, so]

OKAY BUT I WAS RIGHT THAT WAS SYLVIE AT THE BEGINNING [Before you reply, remember I can't respond to those, and also I forgot that was the past and at the end Loki's in the future. HOWEVER, I do still think that was Sylvie at the beginning.]

SHE IS IN BROXTON HELL YEAH WHOEVER FIGURED THAT OUT (I don't remember who that was) FOUR FOR YOU HOLY SHIT

Oh Sylvie :(((

#i'm sorry for how long and incoherent this is but i'm stubborn and i'm posting it anyway #loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki tv show reactions

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*runs at u* *snatches u by the arm* *shaking u shaking u* I GOT U. YOU RE NOW A VICTIM OF MY THOGHTS . DO NOT RESIST.

No joke I woke up yesterday morning at 4am, saw ur tags, and couldn’t get back so sleep for a whole hr bc I got so excited to talk abt whatever funky waves my brain is generating ( I am at peak obsession right now, I am generating enough energy to power a small city))

Sorry if I’m being awfully deranged. I'm not used to being Comprehended and Perceived as an existing entity. Please excuse the part of me that is vibrating so hard I am about to emit light beams from my eyes like some sort of cartoon character. Anyways.

Ultrakill, so far, doesn’t actually have a super complex lore. The story is succinctly simple and tragic. The characters as well. I won't focus on that because my obsession lies in Gabriel. From your tags, it looks like you haven’t gotten deep into the game (yet), so I don’t want to spoil the fun if you ever decide to watch a playthrough of the game, or play the game yourself.

And I can avoid spoilers because, for this post, what I latched onto is not his character arc, but his inherent setting of “an angel”.

“Why are you thinking of an angel”

Well. For starters. I wasn’t thinking about angels at first. I was thinking about his thighs and what he got down there.

Stay with me. The horniness is fading. The poetry is starting. (shaking you)

Click see below.

No? As if you had a choice.

Jokes on you, I lied. This is less of a poetry and way more of an incomprehensible ramble on why Gabriel is irresistible to me. I hope you enjoy it anyway. <3

Humans are largely made of storytelling and wonder. A desire to strip back layers and layers until a deep, concise answer is found. Then we move on. The study of magic: biochemistry, aerodynamics, fusion physics. We boil the universe down to the barest essentials, then examine some more. We looked inside ourselves: blood, plasma, enzymes. Until we reach the concept of consciousness and suddenly, we are incapable of going further. Attention turned to the sky: planes and rockets; astronomy and “what happened before the Big Bang?” in a child's voice. And we saw that the stars were moving further away from us, faster too, and we thought "we'd have to keep going."

It is at these ends that things become interesting. Never-ending debates of questions that will never be solved because of our inability to go beyond the limits. Reaching the skybox of the universe and unable to do anything more than to speculate what lies further still.

It is no wonder that the thought of an angel captivates man. If it exists, then its nature of being far outside of our observational capability becomes the ultimate lure for artists and scientists alike.

For example, what form would it take? A question of pure speculation, no different than a child's image of aliens. Brainstorming shapes and curvatures and weight in the three-dimensional space, fruitless and fantastical.

An abstract form, perhaps. So abstract that it becomes a type of cosmic horror or a Lovecraftian horror. The burning of eyes, the melting of mind. To lay eyes on it is to condemn yourself to death. Radioactive elephant's foot. We'd try to see it regardless.

A holy being, perhaps. Formed like a man but spills pure light when cut. Would it even cut? What does it mean if the imperfect blade made from the hands of a lowly man had sliced through its skin? Skin? Does it have skin? Like a salamander? Like a leopard? Can a creature’s skin contain the light of god? …Would it leak like a broken puppet? Does it sometimes hate itself like how some of us hate the silhouette of our shadows?

A man, perhaps. Uncertain if it became an angel because the mold of humankind was filled to the brim with divinity, or if it is divine because the pile of carbon assumed the role of an angel. Does it know? Does it wonder? Does it see man in itself, and itself in man? Does it feel lonely to be separated from its lightless siblings that wander the earth freely and sinfully?

And if it is man, as physical as it can be, how close am I to it? …What makes you sacred? Can I see? Can I touch? Can I study your form as millions of humans studied every inch of their world, concrete and abstract? Do you see me as ants? Or family? Would you grieve for me as I have for the songbird?

If I cut you open, will you hold yourself down for me?

Will you forgive me for desecrating you like so?

I think I would be ok with dying by your hand if it is you: let me trade my sight to see you, let me trade my life to touch you. To know you is to cross the limits of the beasts. Sacrilegious.

… And I don’t think you’d allow me to. It’s not in your character. Another angel perhaps, from another story. But I’m thinking of you. And so I can only think, like ancestors before me, and descendants after me. Of the study of magic, of self, of sky.

Of angels.

Truthfully, I’m not a believer in a higher being, never have been, probably never will; but standing on the boundary between life and death and yearning to know the feeling of an angel’s skin under my fingertips are the closest thing to a prayer I have ever experienced. Passion burns; I tend to the fire.

And it’s so regretful that I will never know (because you are an angel) and I will never know (because you are born of fiction) and I am never supposed to know (because to completely understand something or someone is to remove the wonder and hope and passion - like how life without death is timeless and still).

So, this is a love letter of sorts. Because I can’t be the only one craving to know every crease and crevice of this holy being made wearing the same shell as a creature who roams the earth blindly, bumbling, and mad.

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By the way, please excuse grammar issues. Both my writing in the original post and this one are messy and not thoroughly edited. I just type my brain words out in one setting (partially because uni is in full swing). Sorry if this is on the too-long side of things. I was 700 words into my take on human storytelling before I went: “wait, I’m going way off topic” haha Hope this version is more palatable!

Also just wanna let you know: I just started posting my writing, so your tags were one of the first few that came in and got me really excited! I’m always so happy to read the tags of people who enjoyed my stuff. Thank you!

#gabriel ultrakill #<- im really sorry for flooding the tag #but this is abt the character #and so far i haven't made a tagging system yet #i'll consider one if i keep writing #sorry!!!#also i love tags i adore them everyone that tag gets a kiss on the cheeks from me (and everyone that dont gets a hug anyways)#im not used to being perceived and I'm so happy yall like my stuff <333 #az thoughts

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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 💗

I was also tagged by @royaidaydreams to do this, so thanks so, so much, to both of you 🥺❤️🥰

I've been trying to make a fic rec post for other people's fics for weeks and I find it quite hard to chose, so doing it for my own stuff 😅 is going to be quite hard too 😅

Let's try though - I didn't put original stuff on there, just fanfics. I have some of my original stuff on AO3 in English, though !

1. In the old Alexandria (Ripper Street)

Mimi comes back to London, a couple of years after the turn of the century.

This is the first fic I ever posted on AO3 (the older ones were posted after but dated to when they were written - and posted elsewhere). The Ripper Street finale had wrecked me, and I needed to give some softness to the survivors. Hence, this is only for people who have seen the whole 5 seasons (but please watch them. Please please).

2. Keep Afloat (Ripper Street)

Little flashbacks, mostly around Edmund, from before S1. Filling in the blanks with more misery ! Yay !!

It's not mentionned that I am forced to share only finished stories, right? 😅 But this is a collection of flashbacks, so more or less, each chapter can be read independently. And there's no end, since the end is the start of the show, so... It's one of these fics that I sometimes re read, and one of the few where I actually find what I wrote good. Special mention to the chapter between Edmund and Emily. (This is NOT. a feel good fic).

3. Snow, snow... (Daredevil (Karedevil))

Matt tries to carry on through a blizzard, but the snow and his mind wandering to old memories won't let him.

I wanted to put a DD fic in here, but I didn't know which one to chose. This one has many characters and bittersweet memories, and this is what I like.

4. Bro's Night Out (FMA)

Hughes is sent to East City for work, but decided to arrive early (or... very late...) to meet his friend. Who is working. A lot. And has no time for silly things. And doesn't hold his drink.

It's hard to chose in a fandom I'm currently deeply obsessed with, so I chose those one, because I think I got the banter right, and it was fun to write.

5. My own worst friend and my own closest enemy (FMA (Royai))

One circle, one Roy Mustang on each side, one accidental transmutation, one occasion to be humbled and learn.

This one is still ongoing but @qs63 and I are having such a blast writing it that it's already in my top 5. Even if people didn't like it (which they do !!! That's even more awesome, thanks to all who read !!), I would have put it there because I just love it and love all the brainstorming we're having over it. 🥰

Bonus :

All the hope that I lost, you have found (FMA (Royai))

This is a WIP and a BIG one. That I plan on finishing this summer.

When I published Everyone learns faster on fire , I thought I would not come back to this theme (Roy stays blind after the Promised Day). Exceeeeept... That first fic wasn't very realistic. So I took this premices again and turned them around. The Army wouldn't keep a blind officer, so Roy's dismissed. And as soon as I started writing that, the rest of the fic events just fell like dominos. In the end, that fic has Royai, politics, Ishval, Team Mustang, and stuff that I will not disclose there because spoilers. All of this of course swimming in lots and lots of angst - but not only. I try to have it balance with sweet and even funny (I hope) moments. I'm having a lot of fun writing it and I can't wait to finish it !

#ask game #fic rec #self fic rec

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envysparkler · 1 year

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I posted 165 times in 2022

145 posts created (88%)

20 posts reblogged (12%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@envysparkler

@upswings

@thisiswhereikeepdcthings

@mylittleredgirl

I tagged 164 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#envy answers - 118 posts

#whumptober2022 - 37 posts

#fic ideas - 23 posts

#compliment - 12 posts

#batfam - 10 posts

#my snippets - 9 posts

#faqs - 4 posts

#kidnapping - 4 posts

#greenie - 4 posts

#jason&bruce - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 94 characters

#i'm saying i would totally fight a guy dressed as a bat if it would get me my doctorate faster

My Top Posts in 2022:

I need the fic where Batman responds to the Red Hood exactly like a parent with a rebellious teenager. he looms out of the shadows to admonish Hood for stealing Black Mask’s kryptonite. he confiscates the rocket launcher. he grounds Jason for releasing the Joker.

the GCPD, watching the most notorious crime lord in the city get scolded by Batman: what is even happening Hood: YOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER Batman: the paperwork disagrees. also, you blow up one more warehouse and no more Alfred cookies. Hood, whining: but I had to blow it up, it was full of drugs! and drug dealers! mainly the drug dealers. Batman, shaking Hood like an errant kitten: murder bad.

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okay, imagine everyone gets the Robins mixed up. look, it’s hard, their color themes are all too similar, two of them have ‘red’ in their name and two of them have ‘robin’ in their name, and apparently one of them was a girl, and honestly this is too much background reading to be a goon. and it doesn’t really matter if you get their names mixed up, because it will inevitably end with you beaten unconscious and ziptied to a telephone pole. can’t keep things straight with a concussion anyway.

so, fic where a random group of thugs decides to kidnap a Robin and sell them off to their nemesis. only they get the Robins wrong. every time.

Hood squints up at Deathstroke. Deathstroke stares down at him. “in which universe does this look like Nightwing to you?” “he’s got wings on his chest!” “that’s a bat, you moron.” “oh, uh--wait, where are you going?” “you managed to snag the one Bat that’s not opposed to killing, and I’m not going to sit around here and wait while he blows this warehouse up.” “but we searched him--urk!” the warehouse explodes when Deathstroke is two blocks away.

Red Robin groans and pulls himself off the floor of the warehouse. Black Mask makes a hissed growl. “you got the wrong Red, you utter moron!” “s-sorry, but you said--” “I gave you a very clear description! I said red helmet! does this idiot look like he has a red helmet to you?” Red Robin yawns, politely covering his mouth. none of the goons notice that his hands are free. “what am I supposed to do with this skinny-ass creativity-challenged kid, huh?” snick of a bo staff extending. “oh,” Red Robin smiles, “I have a few ideas.” screams.

Spoiler stares unblinking. Ra’s al Ghul stares back, also unblinking. the cave glitters with green light. there is a marble chessboard between them. “would you like a game?” “sure, sounds like fun!” both of them ignore the screams of the hapless goons in the background.

Robin snarls like a vengeful rattlesnake, trussed up with a giant bow on his head. Cluemaster fights the urge to break something. “I’m sorry, but which one of you idiots identified this kid as my daughter?” “I--we--um--” “he’s the wrong age, gender, race--” “we didn’t want to assume!” “aw, how progressive of you!” everyone looks up. Nightwing is perched there, smiling. Batman is perched there, not smiling. “oh shit--”

Deathstroke stares upward, as though searching for patience. “you called me here, wasting my considerably expensive time, to tell me that you have Robin.” “yessir.” “why do you think I give a flying fuck about Robin?” “you--you hate the Teen Titans, right?” “that was ten years ago--you know what, fuck it, fine, show me the kid.” the goons haul in Nightwing. Deathstroke stares, and then smiles. “well, what do you know, you idiots finally managed to get your Robins right.” the goons perk up. “so you’ll buy him?” Deathstroke unsheathes his sword.

“oh, I didn’t say that.”

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Bruce isn’t the one with a crippling desire to adopt any black-haired child thrust in front of him. no, that’s one hundred percent his children’s fault.

(or, elder batkid holding younger soon-to-be batkid like simba in lion king: “adopt him, or I will.”)

Nightwing finds Jason stealing the Batmobile’s tires. he’s amused. he finds out that Jason doesn’t have a family and he makes the puppy dog eyes at Batman, the ones he knows Bruce can’t resist. Batman tries to stay strong. Nightwing uses his secret weapon and informs Bruce that if he doesn’t take Jason in, Dick will. Bruce folds like a bad hand (he can’t have grandchildren at this young) and tries to console himself that it’s just this once.

(we all know that’s a lie.)

Red Hood does his whole showdown at the Tower. in the process of insults being bandied about, he finds out that Tim has not yet been adopted by Bruce. Jason is affronted. outraged, even. this whole showdown loses half the emotional punch if Tim hasn’t been adopted. Jason didn’t come here to beat up some random kid wearing Robin colors! Batman is extremely surprised to see Gotham’s latest crime lord appear in front of him with a growled ultimatum and a bruised Robin dangling from his grip like a scruffed kitten. Batman doesn’t know why Hood’s threatening to adopt Robin, but of course he can’t let his son Tim be kidnapped. it’s only when he’s filing the papers that he realizes why it sounded so familiar, and Jason is trying to reschedule his showdown with Robin when he’s attacked by a weepy Batman.

(Bruce is starting to wonder about his children and their propensity for adoption.)

Tim gets attacked in the Cave by a ninja with a sword. a very small ninja who proclaims himself the Son of the Bat. Tim is beyond excited, this is his chance to adopt someone into the family. Tim presents Bruce with a hogtied Damian and chirps the line at him, beaming. Bruce blinks at him. (“Tim, you’re bleeding.” “tis but a flesh wound.” *muffled shouting* “oh, apparently it’s poisoned, but I feel fine.” “TIM--”) Damian is none too pleased by Tim’s claim--“I have no need of your ridiculous threats, I am Father’s rightful heir!”--but is secretly happy to be assured of a place in this strange tradition.

(“No, stop laughing Clark, this is a real problem, Damian tried to get me to adopt Jon the other day--I said stop laughing--”)

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okay so one of those ‘take a canon scene and see how it works in fanon batfam’ ideas. in this case, the Batman v Red Hood fight, you know the one, yes that one where Bruce beats the everloving shit out of a Jason that’s not fighting back.

how do you make this work in batfam, you ask? well 😈.

Jason needs connections in the underworld for some case. problem is, Hood’s been an antihero for a good long while now, and most people consider him a Bat. Jason’s solution is simple--stage a confrontation so public and so egregious that the entirety of Gotham knows he’s not a Bat anymore.

and whaddya know? Batman’s the only Bat in Gotham at the moment. Steph’s visiting Cass in Hong Kong, Tim’s in San Francisco, Damian’s spending the month in Bludhaven with Nightwing, it couldn’t be easier. Jason just has to convince Bruce of this plan and they’re good to go!

(Jason does a whole monologue to try and convince Bruce, ending on the ultimatum, “if you don’t help me, I’ll find someone who will!” Bruce panics. he’d rather have Jason plot a fake confrontation with him than go fight-flirt with Black Mask. one villain son-in-law is more than enough.)

it’s a whole production. Jason writes scene directions. there’s fake blood. a dramatic monologue. Batman tears the red bat off his chest. the kind of shit that Gothamites would eat up. by the end of this fight, no one in Gotham will think Red Hood is a Bat.

the plan goes off really, really well.

until it doesn’t.

what Jason maybe hasn’t considered is the vast plethora of people who love him, who would drop everything and come running to save him, and who’ve watched a bunch of footage of Batman beating the shit out of him. while Jason is completely off grid and unable to answer any calls.

Jason returns to the Cave to update Bruce that he found the intel he was looking for, only to find him being held at swordpoint by Talia al Ghul while a furious and weepy Dick demands to know why he did it. the rest of the family stand in silent judgment.

the Cave: *crickets* Bruce, pointing at Jason: it was his idea

408 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

on a more cracky note: Bruce getting possessed by something. it details how it’s going to completely ruin his life, bit by bit, inch by inch, and no one will ever ever know because Bruce exclusively communicates in grunts anyway.

Bruce freaking out, trapped in the back of his head, forced to watch as the entity interacts with his family with no one seemingly the wiser.

in reality, everyone immediately cottoned onto the fact that Bruce is acting weird and they’re all exchanging theories and solutions in the background and Bruce is unpossessed by dinner.

Dick: it got the tone of your hns wrong, it was more of a space is the absolute worst I hate it hn when it should’ve been a this city stinks like garbage hn.

Jason: you didn’t look constipated when you saw me shoot someone.

Tim: you only double-checked the mission info six times.

Cass: moved weird.

Steph: you didn’t make that eyebrow crinkle when I cracked a joke like you’re trying to be stern but inside you’re laughing because we all know I’m hilarious.

Damian: as if I don’t regularly check you all for possession, tt.

Alfred: I know everything, Master Bruce.

1,692 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

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The Girl in the Woods, Chapter 18: Reaction

Here's the link to the rest of the chapters!

Word count: 5,323 (why is it so long help)

Warnings/Tags: canon-compliant death (I'm sorry), canon-typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, language probably

I'm putting the author's notes at the end of the chapter this time bc they contain spoilers :)

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Exactly 8 hours later, you were on a boat, crossing the sea to the island you never expected to set foot on ever again. You, Pieck, and Porco had changed into civilian clothes. You would pose as travelers and blend in with the bustling city life around you. You had parted ways with Reiner earlier that morning, since the airship he’d be arriving in Paradis on was much faster than the boat the rest of you were taking. The sea breeze rushed around you as you stood on the boat deck, watching the island come into view in anticipation, running over the plan in your head.

Porco approaches you, leaning over the railing next to you. “How’s it feel to be almost back?” His voice is soft as he flashes you a half smile, a huge contrast from the man you had met nearly five years ago.

“Honestly? Really weird. When I left, I thought I’d never come back.” You murmur, still half lost in thought.

He smirks. “Nah. We get to travel in our line of work.” His remark makes you laugh a little, despite your nerves.

You feel the boat lurch a little as you reach the dock. “Time to go to work, Victor.” You wink at him, calling him by the fake name he was using as a cover.

He groans, tilting his head back. “Likewise, Gemma.”

“Now that you say it out loud it sounds so stupid.” You mutter under your breath. You’d chosen Gemma because you thought it was a pretty name, but you were already starting to hate not being called by your real name.

You nod at Pieck, now Lydia, as you walk with Porco–Victor–towards the stairs that lead off the boat. You stared at your two friends, trying to call them by their fake names in your head, a little worried you’d mess it up and ruin the mission.

The train ride into the walled city was shorter than you expected, and you stared out the window the whole time as your friends chatted next to you. Your eyes skimmed over trees, rolling hills, and small villages dotting the landscape you once called home. A hand slides into yours as the immense walls surrounding the city come into view, and you look over to see Pieck giving you a reassuring smile, which you return.

You step off the train onto a bustling platform, luggage in hand. The suitcase you were toting had all of your gear in it along with a few changes of civilian clothes, a fake Scout Corps uniform, and some basic toiletries. You catch Porco’s eyes in a glance and the two of you nod slightly at each other before heading in the direction of the house you had rented for the duration of your stay. The rush of people on the platform had ignited adrenaline inside of you, and as soon as you plop your belongings down in the bedroom, you march back downstairs.

“So…Victor, Lydia, where do you wanna go first? There’s so much to see here!” The three of you had agreed to use codenames even inside the house, in case someone had caught onto you.

Porco sees the excitement in your eyes. “How about we do some sightseeing, I hear they’re giving tours of the palace in the afternoons.”

You smile at him. “Lead the way!”

Soon enough, the three of you were strolling around the square. You use your naive tourist personality as an excuse to openly scan the area. Pieck picks up a newspaper, and nudges you in pretend interest.

A few Scouts rush past you urgently on horseback, causing you to glance at your friends. “I wonder what all the fuss is about.” Pieck says, trying to sound uninterested. The three of you watch them turn the corner down the street.

“I wanna go see the castle!”

You tug at Porco’s sleeve, and he notices your pointed look. “Sure, I’d love to see it up close.” He reflects the same pointed look at Pieck and she nods. The three of you walk off.

The sun was starting to set, and your groups had circled the castle three times, ooh-ing and aah-ing over the architecture, landscaping, or something else dumb and pretentious. In the back of your mind, you were noting how many windows there were, guard patterns, entrances, and weak points.

You were resting on a bench across the street from the castle when an interesting conversation between two soldiers reached your ears.

“I can’t believe I have to escort Eren around at 3, he’s been acting weirder and weirder lately.” A young woman’s voice sounded annoyed.

“Ugh, good luck with that.” The man standing with her said sympathetically. You glance at Pieck and she nods. The three of you stand and walk off.

“What time is it, Lydia?” You ask your friend sweetly.

“Currently, it’s 1:30 PM.”

“Oh! We have plenty of time before the train to the winery leaves!” Porco gives you a glance that says “Are you crazy?” He had to admit you were doing an amazing job of keeping your cover, but your statements were getting weirder and weirder by the hour.

“It’s so hot out, Gemma.” Pieck leans against you a little. “Let’s go back to the house and cool off a little before then.” You nod at her, and start in the direction of your makeshift base.

An hour later, the three of you were in uniform, marching up the street. You held your breath a little as you reached the castle, and walked straight into the entrance. It was too easy to blend in, especially with your hair tucked into a tight bun instead of your usual hairstyle. The three of you looked like any other Scouts.

But, as soon as you cleared the entrance of the castle, chaos bursted around you. From the shouts, you pieced together that the military here had been overtaken by people others were calling “Jaegerists”, that Eren had escaped where he was being held in the prison, and that someone named Dhalis Zachary had been blown up as a result of the insurgents. The name Yelena was also being thrown around quite a bit. You and your two friends exchange glances before diving into the fray.

“If we bring Eren out onto the roof, we’ll have a shot.” You whisper in Porco’s ear. He nods heading off in the direction of the Jaegerist crowd that was gathering in the main entryway.

Pieck already had a hold on your sleeve and was dragging you towards someone who she had heard mention the name Eren. Soon enough, the two of you are walking behind Eren in the depths of the castle. He ducks into a room and you hear a small voice, your heart leaping at the sound. Gabi! Pieck walks into the room after Eren and wastes no time in knocking the guard next to him out while grabbing the gun on his hip, aiming it at Eren.

“Don’t move. Keep quiet, Gabi.”

Gabi’s eyes begin to water at the sight of the two of you, and she begins to call out your names but stops when you raise a finger to your lips.

“So you’re Eren Jaeger.” Pieck says softly, turning her attention to Eren. You close the door behind you, closing the four of you off from the chaos outside.

“Pick up the rifle and aim at Eren, Gabi.” Pieck motions to the other weapon that the fallen soldier had been carrying.

The girl hesitates.

“Gabi.” Pieck prompts. The girl does as she’s told.

“Hands out of your pockets, Eren.” She continues.

“What happens if I don’t listen?” He looks calmly between you and Pieck. You were prepared to roll up your sleeves and slice this man’s head clean off if he even dared touch your friends.

“I pull the trigger and you die. You can’t heal a blow like that in human form.” Pieck states flatly.

“You aren’t allowed to kill the founding titan.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead to the gun in Pieck’s hands, and your eyes widen. “Your orders are just to retake it.”

“You have no idea what our orders are, Eren.” You say from behind Pieck.

“Gabi, take your finger off the trigger.” Pieck goes back on her orders, and you blink as you follow her train of thought, trying not to let any expression cross your face. You glance at Gabi, and she looks terrified. You nod at her.

“Your family would pay if you defied the military.” Eren’s voice is still soft as he addresses Pieck.

She holds her hands up. “Fine, you’re right. I can’t eat you or kill you.” She stares at Eren for a moment, thinking.

“If you have the Founding Titan, why don’t you use it?” You ask, softly.

Pieck joins in. “You wouldn’t make the world your enemy unless you knew you could win. What’s stopping you?”

“What’s your goal here, Pieck?” Eren still wasn’t addressing you, and you chalked it up to him not knowing who the hell you were.

“Put the rifle down, Gabi.” You hiss at the girl, and she obeys, but not without shooting you a wide-eyed look.

“We want to free all Eldians in this world.” Pieck’s voice is quiet. “I want to show my family that there’s a future for us. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring Marley down.”

“Zeke was behind the invasion of Marley.” Gabi whispers. “Now you and y/n are going against us, too? You’re traitors!” Tears spring to her eyes and your heart aches to tell her everything.

Pieck steps towards Gabi. “Are we Marleyans or Eldians? There’s one truth we can’t escape–we’re Subjects of Ymir.” It was a term you had heard before to describe Eldians. Subjects of the first titan. The one whose spinal fluid was used to give you your abilities.

“As soon as Marley realizes they don’t need us anymore, they’ll kill us all.” She takes the rifle from Gabi. “There are no good or bad Eldians to them, they see all of us as one and the same.”

“Prove that you’ll cooperate with us.” Your head snaps around to Eren, holding up a bloody finger. Your whole body tenses, ready to get blown to pieces by his transformation.

“We’ll show you where our friends are. Bring us to the roof.” He turns to you, and looks at you as if he’s actually seeing you for the first time. You lift your chin a little, swallowing any nerves.

“I haven’t seen you around before, but something makes me want to trust you.” Eren closes the wound on his finger with a hiss of smoke and nods.

You follow him as he leaves the room, Pieck and Gabi in tow. You walk up the stairs.

“Is it safe to say we’re allies now?” Pieck calls from behind you.

“When you point out your comrades, you will be.” Eren says over his shoulder. “Until then, if you try and transform, we’ll shoot the kid.”

Heat threatens to rise to your face, you couldn’t believe the audacity of the man in front of you. “You can shoot me instead. Not the kid. Promise me that, or we won’t help.” You give Pieck a pointed look. You weren’t about to let them hurt Gabi.

“Fine. You die instead.” Eren didn’t care whose life was gambled for.

“Where’s Falco?” Gabi suddenly asks.

“He drank wine mixed with Zeke’s spinal fluid, so he’s being detained.” Your eyes widen in shock. One, why did a kid drink wine. Two, why did the wine have spinal fluid in it? You knew what happened to people who consumed it. Falco was in danger.

“So that’s how you took over the military.” You mused. He probably ordered the wine to be served to most of the soldiers here.

Eren didn’t reply. You walked to the roof in silence. The door opened and sunlight poured into the dark stairwell. You, Pieck, and Gabi walked out onto the flat roof. You were all too aware of the guns pointed at your head.

“Show me where they are.” Eren spoke.

Pieck turns around, pointing her finger straight at him. Your eyes narrow.

“There.”

There was a deathly silent pause. Then, the floor crumbles beneath him as Porco bursts through in the Jaw Titan.

You, Pieck, and Gabi dive to a more solid area of the roof, and Porco’s titan leaps in front of the three of you, shielding you with his hand as Eren transforms into his titan. You press your palm to his and receive a huff of steam in response, the familiarity of it all bringing tears to your eyes.

“So…you guys aren’t traitors?” Gabi is looking up at all of you, confused.

“Gabi, we would never betray you. It’s true that Marley would turn on us in an instant, but we’re family. We take care of each other.” Despite the danger you were in, you wrapped an arm around the kid, overjoyed to have her back. Tears fall out of her eyes as relief washes over her, and she hugs you and Pieck back.

A familiar sound registers in your ears as the smoke clears around Eren. You peer around Porco’s shoulder and look up to see Commander Magath’s airships. Reiner is up there. For the second time in the past five minutes your heart threatens to leap out of your chest. Being in battle with Reiner at your side was half of your life for nearly five years ever since you met in the forest, and you longed to be at his side again. It’s been, what, 7 hours since you’ve last seen him? You think to yourself. You feel heat between your legs and you try to control the thoughts of what the two of you had done the night before. Get a grip, woman.

Up in the airship, Commander Magath spots Eren’s transformation easily and barks out orders to his men. Reiner’s thoughts were a swirl between defeating Eren for good and wrapping his arms around you once more when all of this was over. He knew you could handle yourself, and he could see Pieck and Porco at your side. But even after all of that, he wanted to be the one to keep you safe. His thoughts came to a stop as he stood at the edge of the airship the same way he had done during the final battle of the Marley Mid-East War. All he could do was hope that he could end this battle the same way as that one last year as he jumped into the air.

Down on the ground, Porco had locked into battle with Eren. You were half useless without your gear, and you shouted to Pieck to help your friend.

“Go! I’ll get Gabi out of here!” She nods at you and you pick the girl up into your arms, jumping off the roof of the castle as another flash of light comes from Pieck’s transformation. You land on the ground hard under the extra weight of carrying someone, but at this point you knew you could handle the drop. You begin to run back to your temporary base.

“I’m getting you somewhere safe, Gabi!” You say to her as you run. “I’ve gotta gear up so I can help!” You feel her nod. “I wanna help too!” She cries into your ear.

“You’ve been out here in enemy territory for a while now, kid. I trust you. Can you find Falco?” You knew giving her a task would be better than telling her to stay put, where she would inevitably run off to do something anyway and had a higher chance of getting hurt.

She perks up as you barge through the door to the house. “Yeah! You can count on me!” You nod at her. “Wait here, I’m gonna get changed.”

Darting upstairs, you tear open the suitcase you had brought, stripping out of your fake uniform and into your real one, which was arguably a lot comfier once you got used to the ODM gear straps on your legs.

You hop back down the stairs to see Gabi pressed against the window facing the street. The ground begins to shake and you hear a familiar roar that almost brings tears to your eyes.

“Reiner’s here, isn’t he?!” Gabi cries out in excitement, and you nod at her, smiling. “We all came back for you, kiddo.” You click the last of your gear into place.

“Now, how about we go kick some ass?”

You run out into the street and scan the area. Reiner and Eren were a few blocks from you, stalking toward each other in titan form. Porco and Pieck are flanking Eren, but he barely seems to be paying attention to them. You turn to Gabi.

“Do you remember what Eren said about where they’re holding Falco?” You ask.

She brightens a little. “In the prison, with the others who drank the wine!”

“Alright, you know what to do. I’m gonna go help Mr. Braun over there.” You turn to go when you feel her tug on your arm.

“Y/n, do you love Reiner? I think he loves you a lot.” Gabi’s eyes are so wide it looks like she’s trying to pop them out of her head.

You laugh a little at her expression. “You bet I do. I’d do anything for him.” She gasps in response and her eyes sparkle like stars. “That’s the cutest!” She squeals, and you can’t help but crouch down and pull her in for a hug.

“Be safe out there, Gabi. You know where to find me.” You whisper to her.

“You be safe too, y/n. I refuse to pick your guts up from the street.” Her remark earns a sharp laugh from you as you pull away, shaking your head. When did this kid get such a smart ass mouth?

You watch her run down the street, back towards the castle. You were praying the Marleyan soldiers recognized her enough to not shoot, and that the Eldians wouldn’t shoot a kid.

You turn your attention back to the battle a little ways down from you and begin hopping from roof to roof in the direction of your friends.

Reiner roars, throwing a punch at Eren’s titan, but he’s blocked way too easily. They begin to wrestle as Porco launches himself at Eren, biting into the titan’s flesh. Eren roars in pain and knocks Porco off of his back. He turns to shove Reiner, sending him flying into a building. You take cover from the flying debris caused by the Armored Titan’s impact and look for an opening, but you notice one is hard to come by. You decide that instead of running in without thinking simply to help, you’d wait for the opportunity. If Reiner needed you as backup, that’s where you’d be.

That backup was needed sooner than you’d expected. As Reiner attempted to distract Eren while Porco went for his nape, Eren began using the War Hammer Titan’s abilities, impaling both of your friends with hard crystalline spikes. Hardening would be a nice skill to have, you thought to yourself as you readied yourself to jump in. Maybe I wouldn’t have to wear bandages on my arms all the time.

Just as you launch into the air, you hear more ODM gear, and turn your head to see the same people who had invaded your home when Eren destroyed half of Liberio. They were aiming odd-looking weapons at Reiner. You change direction in midair–these people were more on your level, and your height. You zip into the fray and deploy your titan form in a flash, terrifying the man in front of you. He falters in the air, the poor man dooming himself by giving you way more of an opening than you needed in order to deliver a killing blow. Just as you cut through him, an explosion echoes behind you. Pieck had gotten the turret on her titan; it had been updated with the anti-titan ammo that your enemies had used against you in the final battle of the Marley Mid-East War. You land on a building and turn to where the turret was aimed to find the Attack Titan with an impressive hole through its head.

Reiner takes the opportunity to dislodge one of the crystal spikes Eren had created and charges at the wounded titan, impaling him in the chest. You force yourself to tear your gaze off the scene as a whizzing sound approaches you from behind. You spin around to meet the eyes of a young woman and you shove a bone spike out from your palm, mirroring Reiner’s movement on the Attack Titan and shooting the blade straight through the woman’s chest. You fling your arm to the side as blood pours out of the woman, throwing her off your blade and retracting it into your arm, the wound healing closed with a hiss.

You hear Eren roaring in pain as Reiner shoves the spike further into his chest. Eren retaliates with his own spikes, forcing Reiner away from his body. Porco roars and launches himself at Eren, but despite the Attack Titan being pinned to the nearest building by the spike, he swings at Porco, smacking him away and sending him flying in a different direction. His motion frees him from the building, and he yanks the crystal spike out of his chest. You duck away from the action as a volley of bullets screams past. The Marleyan soldiers had gotten into formation and were pushing back the enemies on the ground.

You hear a crash as Reiner is knocked off of where he had pinned Eren to the ground, and follow the source of the blow when you pale at the sight of the Beast Titan, standing on top of the wall surrounding the city. Zeke. Anger bubbles inside of you. How could you have trusted this man, let him study you and learn about your past, who had other intentions the entire time?

“Good job hanging in there, Eren.” Zeke’s voice booms over the sounds of battle, and you zip over to where Reiner had been thrown to the ground, landing on his shoulder. Most of the enemies in the area had been cleaned out thanks to Marleyan soldiers, and you felt safe on the ground next to the Armored Titan.

You didn’t bother speaking, you knew he couldn’t reply. Half of the armor on his face was gone and the titan’s jaw was hanging open. You place a hand on the intact side of his face, receiving a faint huff in reply. You lose your grip on your emotions and sink against the titan’s head, receiving two small huffs, which you took to mean that Reiner was telling you now was not the time to be having an emotional breakdown. You gulp in an attempt to shove all feelings back down to where they belonged at the bottom of your heart.

You watch in horror as Zeke aims a ball of rocks at the airships floating above the city. The rocks hit their mark and you wince instinctively as explosions paint the sky orange and yellow. The next volley of rocks is aimed at Pieck, and you thank the stars that Dodge Rock was a training activity as she nimbly jumps to the side of the wall, hanging over the edge and using the wall as shelter. Zeke throws more boulders at the rest of the airships, and after the last few explosions sound, the sky is empty.

Then, your eyes widen in horror as you lock eyes with the Beast Titan. The next round is aimed at you and Reiner. You barely have time to prepare and you jump without thinking, pure rage in your chest and you cry out as a flash of light surrounds you. You hold your hand out to do something, anything, to stop the rocks from hitting Reiner. An explosion blasts you back against the Armored Titan as rocks fly past you.

I failed.

Is this really how I go out, hit by a few rocks?

Is this really how Reiner’s life ends, with my failure to keep him safe?

Your thoughts race until you realize that you’re still conscious. You feel blood trickling down your face from a gash on your forehead, and the bone blade that extended out of your right arm had been blasted off, leaving a rough stub in its place. You sheath what’s left of the blade on your arm as a sharp pain flashes through your side, causing your hand to fly to the source of the pain, finding shards of rubble lodged there. Your left shin throbs, and you figure it’s at least fractured, maybe partially broken. You climb to your feet slowly, trying to ignore the pain that flares up all over your body, and you feel Reiner growl a warning underneath you. He was probably going to kill you when all of this was over, if the battle didn’t kill you first.

Whatever you had done distracted Zeke for long enough for Pieck to aim a shot at his neck, which hits. The Beast Titan falls forward off of its spot on the wall, tumbling to the ground with a BOOM.

In front of you, Eren begins hobbling towards the Beast Titan’s lifeless body. You begin to rush towards him in an effort to stop him, but Reiner lifts an arm to block your path and growls again. You knew he was right. In his titan form, you were no match for Eren.

You lean against Reiner’s arm as a roar sounds overhead, and you watch with bated breath as Porco lunges at Eren once again. Your anticipation turns to horror as you watch Eren twist, catching Porco and slamming him into the ground. Eren begins to beat into the Jaw Titan’s face with hardened fists, and you cry out as blood splatters in every direction, watching the man who had been like a brother to you get pummeled to near death.

“PORCO!!”

You climb over Reiner’s arm, still screaming, when he wraps his hand around you, just tight enough to stop you from going anywhere but loose enough to not crush you. You bang on his hand, trying to ignore the pain from the rubble still in your side, as he lifts you into the air and sets you on a nearby building. As soon as you’re out of his hand, Reiner charges at Eren, knocking him on his back and pinning him down.

Suddenly, you see Eren reaching out for the Beast Titan, and follow his arm to see that Zeke had started moving again and his mouth was opening to let out a roar. A shock of realization runs through you–he was going to turn everyone who drank the spiked wine into titans.

You break into a sprint when you see two small figures rush towards Zeke.

It’s Colt and Falco.

Colt is dragging Falco behind him, and they’re yelling something at Zeke, but you’re just out of range to make out their words. They stop Zeke right before he opens his mouth, and the titan’s head turns towards them, speaking to them, before turning away and unleashing an ear-splitting roar. You reach the end of the line of buildings just as a bright light surrounds Falco, leaping into the air and tackling Colt to the ground to get him a safe distance away from his younger brother.

Colt yelps in pain as the two of you roll, but when the two of you come to a stop he’s already back on his feet, screaming his younger brother’s name. You stand next to him, grabbing ahold of his arm in an attempt to keep him from running back at his now-titan sibling. Tears stream down both of your faces as you watch the kid who had the biggest heart you knew become a mindless titan.

At that moment, Gabi sprints around the corner and her eyes land on titan Falco. You scream her name and she runs towards you and Colt. You pick her up as titan Falco begins to lumber towards the three of you, and you loop an arm around Colt’s waist, aiming yourself at the nearest building as fast as possible. You jump off the ground in an attempt to gain more momentum; you weren’t sure if the ODM gear would hold the three of you, and you steel yourself to take the hit in case you all smacked into the wall of the building. Instead you soar over the building, and relief washes over you when you land on the roof, pain shooting through your body. You hold tight to the kids in your arms and keep running towards Reiner and Eren, who at the very least could restrain titan Falco.

Your plan worked, but a little too well, as titan Falco’s target shifts to the Armored Titan, running towards him and biting down on the armor covering the nape of his neck. You scream Reiner’s name in panic, but the armor holds. You stop running to let go of Gabi and Colt, since the three of you were no longer the focus of titan Falco. Then, you freeze in place as titan Falco raises his head and locks his eyes on an entirely different target.

Porco.

He had released himself from the Jaw Titan and was dragging himself towards the three other titans. Your stomach clenches and you gag as you see that half of Porco’s head had been bashed in as a result of Eren’s pummeling from a few minutes ago, skull and muscle mixed with blood and matted hair covering the right side of his face.

Titan Falco releases his hold on the Armored Titan and rushes towards your injured friend. You try to take a step forward to help but your leg gives out, shin snapping in half, and you crumple to the ground. You try to hide your face in your hands, to turn away from the scene, but you’re frozen to the spot in shock and pain, unable to turn away from watching titan Falco pick up Porco like he’s nothing, biting him clean in half. The only thing you can hear is a ringing in your ears as you scream, tears streaming down your face as you watch the life leave your friend’s eyes. You curl to the ground, unable to breathe.

As this was happening, a couple Scouts had taken advantage of the catastrophe and had blasted one of their strange spears at Reiner. It hit him in the face and knocked him to the ground, where he was too hurt to move. Eren took this advantage to drag himself out from underneath the Armored Titan, climbing out of his titan form. He was now walking slowly towards Zeke. Gabi, who had been trapped in Colt’s arms as he tried to shield her from watching Porco get eaten, was in a slightly more coherent state than you and Colt and had noticed Eren. She picked up a large anti-titan rifle that had been tossed around and sprinted towards the end of the row of houses. She crouched, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

In a millisecond, Eren’s head was severed from his body.

A blast shook through the city, causing you to lift yourself into a sitting position, tears still falling from your eyes. You looked up to see Gabi holding the smoking gun, Eren’s headless body on the ground, and his head in Zeke’s hand, who had removed himself from the Beast Titan. You watch as a bright light beams from Eren’s head, moving in a ribbon-like manner towards his body, effectively reconnecting it.

Then, the world explodes into chaos.

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AN:

*Insert image of Porco wearing Victorian-era clothing and twirling a fake mustache here*

Also I’m sorry I love Porco but I’m leaning heavily on canon with this one :( I want to write some things with him later on because he gives me Asshole Who Loves His S.O. And No One Else vibes and I’m weak for that dynamic

#i forgot how much this chapter had in it sorry #reiner braun #attack on titan #reiner x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #aot #reiner brainrot #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner x you #reiner x reader #the girl in the woods #honey writes

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Problems and Pancakes (911 Fear-O-Phobia Coda/missing scene)

Author's Note: Sorry it is short and I haven't actually watched much of this season, but seeing the gifs for Eddie's bedroom scene, well I had to try. And I'm still working on getting back into writing.

Tag list: diazbuckleysworld, chitownwolf, @comablog2

Let me know if you want to be added or removed to tags, I’m trying my best guys.

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: SPOILERS! Mentions of events of a lot of stuff, mentions of shooting, mentions of trauma, mentions of Eddie just being a disaster. A lovable disaster.

Eddie had fought going back to sleep long enough that his brain wasn’t having it. He must have dropped off at some point after Buck had helped him clear off his bed. Buck. Buck was somewhere. Eddie blinked and forced himself to sit up.

He grimaced as he took in the destruction he’d caused. Sure, they had cleaned up the worst of it, gotten the glass up, but everything was still broken. Just like him. Shattered and most likely irreparable. He could hear voices down the hall through his busted door. Busted because Eddie hadn’t given Buck any other option. He destroyed almost everything and then made Buck add to it. A bitter laugh got caught in his throat and came out more of a pathetic sob. He was pathetic. He could have really hurt himself or Christopher. He could have hurt Buck. He looked down at his own hands and winced. He did hurt them. He terrified his son enough to call Buck. He scared Buck enough his friend would have taken the door off the hinges if he had to.

But he did. Buck had busted in and talked him down, look after Christopher, helped him pick up some, and then crashed on the couch.

Buck was always there, no matter if Eddie wanted him there or not. Buck had other people in his life, but one word for Christopher, or Eddie, and he’d be there. Eddie’d been buried alive, shot, had panic attacks, trapped again, quit his job, and all around made terrible decisions. Buck was always there, and if he wasn’t, he’d wanted to be. Buck apologized for a lot of things he didn’t need to. He would ask forgiveness if he so much as missed a text. Buck had a life, a girl, his sister, but here he was, dealing with Eddie’s disaster of a life.

“You good?”

Eddie’s head snapped up to see Buck standing in his doorway. How long he’d been there Eddie had no idea. How long had he been staring at his floor?

“Yeah,” Eddie said, clearing his throat, “Just…tired.”

“I get that,” Buck nodded. “There’s pancakes and coffee if you want ‘em.” Buck gestured down the hall.

“Thanks,” Eddie said as he finally got up. Buck nodded and disappeared back down the hall.

Eddie was on his second cup of coffee when Buck had vanished down the hall again. His brain finally woke up enough to realize what was happening. He sighed and made his way toward his bedroom. “You really don’t have to do that,” Eddie told him.

“Well it’s this or watch you eat, and that’s just awkward,” Buck said with a shrug. He was clearly trying to add some levity to what was gearing up to be a tough conversation.

“This is…it’s my mess,” Eddie stated, cringing at thought of all the messes he’d been dealing with lately. Not even the first conversation about them.

He heard Buck snort. “You’ve dragged me out of my own messes, might as well return the favor.”

“Buck, you’ve been cleaning up my messes even before I quit.”

“You quit the team, not being my best friend,” Buck said as continued to sort out what was beyond repair and what was salvageable. “And if that mess involves Christopher then it is my mess too, so here we are.”

“Buck…” Eddie started.

“Go eat your pancakes, and then we can finish cleaning this up,” Buck said, gesturing to the rest of the room. “It’ll go faster if we both do it. Get it back to some sort of normal, and then we can work on everything else.”

Eddie sighed. “You really don’t-”

“Pancakes, room, then we can sort it out, yeah?” Buck held his gaze, unyielding until Eddie gave in.

“Right, yeah, okay,” Eddie finally agreed. There wasn’t much of a point in arguing with Buck on this. He could tell. He might not know what ‘everything else’ meant but Buck was right. If he wanted to feel better about Buck cleaning up his mess, letting the food he’d offered him go untouched and refusing his help would just be cruel. He’d already kept him up the night before. He’d already scared the hell out of him and Christopher. He wasn’t going to be rude and ignore the help he was being offered. Not this time. Not from Buck. Buck always had his back.

#spoilers #911 spoilers #911 fox spoilers #buddie #tw: trauma #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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Choso into the knife-play

tw knife play (applied to the link), blood and spoilers to chapter 141-142 also i always have this idea of choso having a s/o made from his blood or cursed energy, maybe like a product of death painting too where she serves choso by providing blood for him to weaponize so he could preserve his energy like i would bleed for you kind of shit tagging @booksweet @ultgojo @hyp-oh-critical

"does it hurt?"

you shook your head excitingly. it's exhilarating, the way the knife stick out of your chest, sharp edge digging your flesh as blood pouring out around the edges staining your shirt. you stared down on the heaving body, a smile crept on your face. you saved choso, your master and you knew he would be so pleased of you. you could feel his breath on your neck, his tongue lapped the dark liquid splashed on your skin. you threw your head back, resting against his chest as you looked up to your master.

"not even a bit," you grinned.

your hands reached for his wrist, guiding until it rested on the handle, pulling it out as more blood gushed out. you didn't flinch, not that you have any ability to recognize pain. tanto knife that belonged to the breathless blonde on the ground is now digging into the skin of your neck.

"would you give your whole to me, my love?" the blood continued to pool down your feet faster than before but you didn't falter. not even a bit of discomfort in your expression. at this rate, a normal human would've be dead, but you're not human. you nodded, exhilarated by your master's request. the knife nicked a small part of neck, healed before the knife even touched the ground. unable to hold your content, you turned around, capturing his lips in a kiss. choso always returned your kiss, with his arm on your waist.

your beady eyes staring deep into his as you declared your love, "i'm here to serve you. my blood is all yours." you couldn't contain your laugh as the sorcerer's face contorted in shock. resting your head on his chest, you watched as the puddle billowed away from your feet to your master's command.

"how are you not bleeding to death?" the sorcerer asked.

you smiled, lulling your head, "i'm made from his blood. i carry his cursed energy, as long as i live and breath, i don't need to worry about blood loss. i could just stand here and bleed to serve him," true to your word as your laughter echoed the wall, more blood starting to gush out of your wound.

as the blood continued to form a wall separating you both away from the sorcerer, choso brushed his fingers gently against your cheek, leaving a streak of blood. "you need to be careful, little one," he reminded, pulling away but your teeth caught the tip of his finger. brows furrowed in confusion eased off as your tongue lapped the iron of his finger. you released his fingers, a small smile on your face as you pressed your palm where the wound was.

"don't hurt yourself, master," you bowed your head.

"i walk ahead of my little brothers, i'm strong."

you chuckled, your hair falling down like a curtain masking your worried expression away from him, "arrogance could be a downfall, even to cursed spirits like us."

he scoffed, disappeared as you fell on your knees. bleeding shouldn't hurt, you wondered as you winced, eyes shut tighly as you continued pressing your hand on your wound. is this what human talked about pain because fuck, it does hurt, you coughed. you opened your eyes, a small laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head in disbelieve.

cursed spirit doesn't feel pain, so why am i crying?

#writing: thirsts #choso x reader #choso drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #choso imagine #jjk choso

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khoicesbyk · 2 years

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Beloved.

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Explicit. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 5,063 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Not even gonna lie. This took me for forever to write. We're talking months. It literally stressed me out to the point I had to put myself on a mini-sabbatical. Because I couldn't focus or concentrate. But this part of it is finished. And it's intense. Skeletons will be revealed. Secrets unearthed. It’s not gonna be pretty. This is part one of probably one of the most angsty pieces I’ve ever written. Buckle up! It's gonna be a roller coaster.

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Chapter 27.) Sins Of The Father.

“thou shalt not bow down thyself unto them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.”-KJVAAE

“You shall not bow down to them or serve them; for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me,”-ESV

‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭5:9‬

After watching Roman have a standoff with her parents, Naia was even more determined to find out what made her mother leave home. And one of the first ways to do that was for her to get her hands on the diary Laurie had. Naia knew she was taking a risk but she had to know the truth.

The next morning while her mother went to visit Joey at home and her dad went to meet with the realtor and contractor, Naia decided that was as good a time as ever to sneak a peek at her mom's old diary. She grabbed the diary from off the dresser and took it back to her room to read it quietly.

Naia steeled herself for whatever ugly secrets about her mother that she was about to uncover. She opened the diary to a random page her mother wrote about her father. This page was about the night they met.

“So there I was, going about my business when he pulled up and smiled at me. His name is Shane. He's cute. I hope I see him again.”

Naia skipped some more to another page. This one was about Xander.

“Xander is my Alpha. But he's also a mentor. I am his apprentice. He expects the best of me. That is what I will give him. I will be better. I will be stronger. I will be faster. I will be more alert. I will be my absolute best.”

The more Naia read the more tame the diary was. Nothing really stood out, until she got to a page that showed when she started Wolfbane.

“Had my first shot today. I still don’t understand why I have to take them but if my Alpha commands it, I will obey.”

As Naia continued to read, she found out when her mother first knew when she fell in love with Xander and eventually her father.

“I know it's stupid. But Xander is amazing. The way he runs The Pack is flawless. And the look he always gives me always gives me butterflies. I know that he would never choose me because he already has a mate. And I've tried to hide it the best way that I could but I can't help it or how I feel. I love him. I'm in love with him.”

“Yikes!” Naia thought to herself as she read that entry.

As she read the chapter her mother wrote about her father Naia felt something that was close to nauseated.

“What can I say about Shane? I love his smile! And when he smiles at me, I want to melt. And I know I should stay away from him but Shane shows me the type of love that I can't and never will get from Xander. He's sweet. He's patient. He's kind. And when he kisses me I feel like the only girl in the world. I think I love him. I know I'm in love with him. Even though I shouldn't be. Xander would never allow us to be together. But I can't leave him alone.”

“That was gross! Oh My God! So gross! I shouldn't have read ANY of that.” Naia thought to herself.

Just then she heard a car door shut. Her parents were home. And if they found out that she had read her mother's old diary, she'd be in trouble. Naia had just put her mother's old diary back on the dresser and came out of the guest room when her parents came through the door.

“Hi mama! Hi daddy! You’re back already!”

Shane and Laurie looked at each other then looked at her.

“What have you been doing?”

“Nothing.”

Naia answered the question far too quickly for her parents. And she knew it by the way her mother rolled her eyes. And her father groaned.

“When are you going to learn to stop lying to us, girl?”

Naia bit her bottom lip.

“I…wasn’t…lying?”

Laurie cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“That's a question, not a definitive answer.”

“Naia…”

“I promise daddy, I wasn't doing anything!”

“Then why do you look like Sylvester after he finally ate Tweety?” Laurie asked.

Naia didn't know what to say to that.

“Look baby, whatever it is you were doing I hope you had a good reason for doing it.” Shane said to her.

“Oh I definitely did.”

Meanwhile at the Den, Roman was having his own dilemma. He had been thinking about everything Laurie had said to him and after talking with Trent, he'd even considered that she may have been right. But he wouldn't know for sure until he looked in his parent's room. He hadn't been in the room since his mother passed away. It was too painful for him. But if he was to get to the bottom of Laurie’s claims he knew what he had to do.

He lit the candles on the wall and looked around the room. His father's scent lingered even after his death. As did the scent of his mother. He sat down on the bed they shared and began to miss them both. Especially her. She was everything to him. And to return to the room she shared with his father. It generated feelings in him in ways he never thought possible.

As he looked around the room, he saw the chest that Laurie mentioned. The more he looked at it, the more his curiosity and apprehension warred with each other. He wanted to know but he didn't want to disrespect the memory or the man who was his father. But he couldn't let the nagging feeling of what if go.

He stood up from the bed then walked over to the large chest. He ran a hand over it and could feel his father. After pausing for a moment to take a deep breath, he opened the chest. And Roman could hardly believe what he found. This chest was filled with paperwork, tapes, charts, and other documents that he didn't understand. He couldn't believe his father kept things like this. They were human. They were things Xander had forbidden others from keeping in the den. As he dug deeper in the chest, he came upon an envelope that was addressed to him.

He opened the envelope and read the letter inside.

It was from his mother.

My son.

If you have found this letter then that means Laurie has finally returned. And it is now time for you to know the truth. Call on Noemi and have the tribunal that Laurie was denied. The truth must be told. You must know everything that happened. I can only hope that you don't love me any less for what it is you discover.

I love you.

Mom.

Roman set the letter down on the bed and took a shuddering breath. It had been years since he’d seen his mother's handwriting. But more so, he needed to know what she meant. As he went back through the paperwork he found he kept coming across the words Operation: Wolfbane. That name stuck out to him because of what Laurie and Trent had told him. He knew somehow it all had to be connected but he didn’t know how. But he was determined to find out.

With his mother's letter in hand, he left his parent's room and went to speak with Noemi. He found her meditating in her room. When she opened her eyes to him, he was bowing at her feet.

“Honored Speaker, I must speak with you.”

“Hello, my child. Is there a truth you seek?”

“Yes, honored one. What does this mean?” He asked as he showed her the letter from his mother.

Noemi looked at the letter in his hands and sighed heavily.

“It means that you are ready to learn the truth.”

Roman looked at her quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

Noemi looked at him calmly.

“It is time for you to know the lie your father told us all. Including your mother.”

Roman slowly sat down in front of her.

“Does this have to do with Laurie and her betraying my father?”

“Yes, my child. Because the truth is, she never betrayed him.”

Roman looked at her incredulously.

“What are you talking about?!”

Noemi gave him a rueful look.

“You went into your father's room and opened the chest. That chest holds the proof of all of your father's crimes.”

Roman took a shaky yet defiant breath.

“It can't be true. He would never!”

“I know this is hard and unfortunate but it is also true. Your father became obsessed with the legend of a Wolf Bride. And would stop at nothing to prove that there was one among us.”

Roman’s face fell and could feel his heart breaking.

“No! Mother! There must be a mistake!”

She looked at him sympathetically.

“No, my child. It is true.”

“But what does Naia’s mother have to do with this?”

“She's the one he chose to be a Wolf Bride. And when she fell in love with her mate, your father refused to let her go. It's why her mate shot him. He tried to take Naia away from them.”

Roman couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“But that is not where this all begins.”

“I'm not sure I understand, Honored Speaker.”

“Your mother bore a child before you. And your father had Laurie kill the child. Or so we all thought.”

Roman’s mouth dropped open.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Naia was determined to find out more about what caused her mother to leave. And the only way to do that was to get her hands on her mom's old diary. She crept into her parents room as quietly as she could, and when she looked on the dresser where the diary was, it wasn’t there.

“Can I help you?”

Naia froze before turning around to see her mother standing behind her holding the diary.

“Mom!”

“Looking for something?”

“Ummm…”

Laurie shook her head.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.”

“Why didn’t I hear you?”

Laurie scoffed.

“I was trained by the greatest predator alive. If I ever dared to give my position away he’d have my head.”

“So it’s instinct?”

“Yes. Now answer my question. What are you looking for? And don’t even bother lying to me.”

“I was looking for your old diary?”

“That’s a question. Not an answer.”

“It’s the truth.”

“You will not let this go will you?”

“I can’t mama.”

“Even if it winds up hurting me or worse getting me killed?”

Naia stared at her mother.

“What are you talking about?”

“Whatever it is you’re looking for isn’t in the diary. The only way you’re gonna know is if I tell you everything.”

Naia swallowed then squared her shoulders.

“Tell me everything mom.”

Laurie took a deep breath.

“Have a seat. There’s no use in me keeping it to myself anymore.”

Naia sat down on the bed and was joined by her mother.

“Mama what could you have done that could possibly get you killed?”

“As I told you, Delia had a child two years before your Alpha was born.”

“You said that Xander wanted you to kill the child but you didn't.”

“I couldn't. But Xander didn't know that. He thought I killed the child. Because that's what I told him.”

“What really happened?”

“When Delia got pregnant with their child, many were overjoyed. No one more than Xander. He would finally have a pup to carry on his legacy of leading the Pack. Like his father did with him.”

“I'm not seeing a reason why he would want you to kill his child.”

“You have to understand werewolf pups and birth. Any pup born wrong as they put it is of no use to the Pack.”

“What do you mean born wrong?”

“If a pup is born on a full moon they're born Primal. They normally don't survive.”

“I don't understand.”

“The night Delia’s son was born there was a full moon in the sky. She started to have complications. She barely made it to the hospital. And when she did, she had to give birth right then and there to save the child’s life. That's when we all found out it was a boy.”

“That's good, right?”

“You would think so. But the problem began when Xander found out she'd given birth. He went to the hospital to see her, and when he saw the baby he instantly rejected him.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Because the baby was born blind.”

“Oh my God!”

“As I said, any child born wrong is of no use according to Pack Law. And there's nothing that a blind werewolf can do for its Pack.”

“That's cruel.”

“Yeah, I know. But Pack Law is the law. When Xander told Delia that the child was to be put to death, she told him no. And that is something you never do.”

“I'm proud of her. She should have told him no.”

“I wish she had said yes. It would have saved me a whole bunch of trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

“When she told him no, he balked at her. They argued from what I was told, but ultimately he told her that she had a week to say goodbye to the baby.”

“How could he be so heartless?”

Laurie shrugged. Clearly uncomfortable.

“How did you wind up with their son?”

Laurie swallowed the lump in her throat.

“All Wolf kin mates usually keep places in town. Delia was no different. She had a small apartment. She had to have one for her job as a teacher. She was coming home from the baby's first doctor's appointment when she ran into Xander, Waylon and Benson.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“From what I was told, it wasn’t. They argued over the child and it got real ugly real fast. According to what I was told since she couldn’t make a decision he would make it for her.”

“What did he do?”

“He took the baby from her and she tried to fight. But, Xander was not only her mate and Alpha but that day he had help. Benny and Waylon held her back as he walked off with the baby. From what I know, she screamed, cried, and begged him to reconsider because that was their child. That baby deserved love and care. But Xander would not hear a word she said. All he told her was that she had better be back at the den when he returned. And if she wasn't there would be consequences.”

Naia sat there in shock. She didn't know what to think.

“My God. How could he?”

Laurie let out a rueful chuckle.

“I think you're underestimating the power of an Alpha.”

“But Roman would never!”

“That's because he doesn't have any pups. And I plan on keeping it that way.”

“Is that why you don't want me anywhere near him?”

“Yes. The Alpha’s job isn't just about protecting and guiding the Pack. It's also about furthering its line. Your Alpha chose you for a reason. The same reason his father chose me.”

Naia took notice of the crack in Laurie’s voice.

“But I don't understand how you got mixed up in all of this.”

Laurie took a shaky breath.

“When Xander took the child he went into the woods. And he was gonna kill the child himself but instead, he decided that it would be my task to kill the baby.”

Naia held her mother's hand.

“I was sitting at home writing in my diary when Xander showed up with the baby in his arms. I didn't know what to do. I asked him why he was here, and that's when he placed the baby in my arms and told me that he was giving me a task. And my task was simple, I was to kill that baby. And then he said that if I wanted to truly have a place in the Pack at his side, I would do as he commanded of me.”

“Mama…why didn't you tell anyone?”

“I did. Once I brought the baby into the house, I laid him down on the couch and I called Joey crying over the phone and begged her to come over because I needed help.”

“What happened?”

“Joey showed up and I explained everything to her. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't keep the baby with me. Xander would've had my head.”

“What did you do?”

“We knew that we couldn't keep the baby in town so we made a plan to get the baby out of town. Joey was going to her aunt's wedding in Morganton and I would go with her and her mom. It was the only way we had to get the baby out without Xander knowing.”

“How old were you?”

“16. Imagine being that young and terrified.”

Naia shook her head sadly.

“I went to the den and told Xander that I was leaving to go to Morganton and that I would be back that Sunday. I even promised to bring him back these triple chocolate cookies that he loved so much. Even though they always made him sick.”

“And he bought it?”

“Yup. But not before asking me if I had completed my task.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I lied and said yes.”

“What else happened?”

“When I got home Z was there and was asking questions about the baby and I told him.”

“What did he say?”

Laurie scoffed.

“He threatened to tell Xander. But I told him that he owed me for always saving his ass and that if I meant anything to him, he'd keep his trap shut.”

Naia nodded slowly.

“I met Joey and her mother at the bus station and we left after that.”

“What did you do with the baby?”

“The whole bus ride there we were scared that he should shift but he didn't. He just fussed in my arms.”

“And what happened when you got to Morganton?”

“When we got there we dropped the baby off in a basket outside of a fire station.”

“And you never saw the baby after that?”

Laurie shook her head no.

“We dropped the baby off and never looked back.”

Naia looked at her mother in a whole new light.

“I can't believe he made you do that.”

Laurie shook her head.

“I could've said no. I should've. But he had this look of menace that terrified me. Besides, disobeying my Alpha could've ended badly for me or worse meant my death.”

“How long have you been carrying this around?”

“37 years. I'm not proud of it. But I did what I had to do to save that baby’s life.”

Naia hugged her mother. She finally understood.

“Did Xander ever find out?”

“I don’t know. I doubt it. Joey, her mother, and Zane all swore to secrecy. For the good of us all, we couldn't let anyone find out. Not even Delia.”

“You didn't tell her?!”

“Not until after Xander was dead.”

“What do you mean?”

“She came to see after he died. She wanted to know what happened to her son. And I told her everything. I told her and Noemi.”

“Do you think Roman knows?”

“No. He couldn't know at least not at that time. Because if I had come forward, he would've never been able to be Alpha. The Elders would've wanted to find his brother and make him Alpha. And that wouldn't have been fair to him. So Delia asked me to stay away. She said that I owed it to her. And when her son was named Alpha she would make sure that he knew the truth and that he would set this right.”

“Then why didn't she do that?”

“She died before she could tell him the truth. Zane called me out of the blue and told me that she had died and wouldn't be safe for me to come home. Because your Alpha wouldn't listen to reason. What his father taught him and especially what he told the Pack was law. And I'd be dead if I ever showed my face here.”

“But Mommy if you just talked to him, I'm sure he'd understand–”

Naia was cut off by a shout from her father coming from outside.

“What was that?”

Laurie had an uneasy look on her face.

“Whatever it is, it can't be good. Stay here!”

Laurie got up and went to investigate. When she got to the patio, she saw Shane with his gun pointed at two werewolves. It was Isobel and Barrett. They were in their Primal forms.

“Stay back!” Shane shouted at the advancing werewolves.

“Shane! Don't shoot!”

“Are you insane?! They just showed up demanding that you go with them!”

“They're not gonna hurt me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Shane asked over his shoulder.

“Their Alpha sent them here.”

“So?”

Laurie looked at the werewolves in amusement.

“Why are you two here?”

Both shifted into human proportions.

“You have been summoned! Come!”

Laurie rolled her eyes.

“You could at least tell me why.”

“A tribunal is being convened.”

“Finally!” Laurie said in relief.

“Let's go!” Barrett commanded.

“Don't get your panties in a bunch I'm going.”

Shane lowered his gun, turned around, then looked at Laurie like she had lost all sense.

“No! You are NOT going anywhere!”

“I have to!”

“No!”

“This is the only way this will end!”

Shane let out an aggravated sigh.

“Fine! Then I'm going with you!”

Laurie turned to face her husband.

“No, you’re not!”

“You are not going by yourself!”

“Shane, listen to me! You go anywhere near the den and they'll kill you before you even have a chance to open your mouth!”

The look in Shane’s eyes broke her heart.

“Laurie, please! You can't go alone! What if they don't believe you?! What if their Alpha decides to…”

Shane's voice hitched as Laurie brought his face close to hers.

“Look at me. It'll take more than a bunch of pups puffing their chests out to kill me.”

Shane shook his head sadly.

“I made a promise to keep you safe.”

“I swear to you. I'll be safe.”

“Laurie I can't lose you! Not now.”

Laurie pulled her husband close as his voice broke.

“You won't lose me. I will always come back to you. I will always come home to you.”

That's when Naia spoke up from the doorway.

“I’ll go with her.”

Shane turned around.

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Daddy, Roman won't hurt me. And as long as I'm there, he won't hurt mom.”

“I don’t care! You aren't going!”

“Shane…she's right.”

Shane didn't want to admit it but they were right. And he knew it when he looked back at his wife.

“If I don't go with you, who's going to protect you and our daughter?”

“I will.”

They all turned to see Zane coming from the front of the house.

“I couldn't find my key so I thought I'd use the spare I had stashed away and I couldn't help but overhear.”

Shane's eyebrow twitched.

“You wouldn't protect your sister from that monster before!”

“I know that. And Shane, you have no idea how much I have regretted not doing so. But I'm hoping that she'll at least let me try to protect her now.”

When Laurie looked at Zane for the first time in years, she saw her brother.

“Please, squirt. That's all I ask.”

“Fine. You can come with us.”

Zane nodded.

“Thank you, Laurie.”

Shane closed his eyes, took a deep breath then let it out slowly. When he opened his eyes, Naia was right beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and Laurie and held them close.

“You two are the most important things in life to me. If I ever lost the two of you…you might as well kill me. Because I would never be able to go on.”

“We know baby.”

“We love you too daddy.”

Shane let them go before taking a menacing step to Zane with a look of fury in his eyes.

“You see them? How they go to that den is how they come back to me. If ANYTHING happens to them…I will kill you myself! Do you understand?!”

Zane nodded.

“Understood.”

“Good.”

Shane looked at Laurie and Naia one last time.

“Go. Before I change my mind.”

Laurie squeezed his hand before kissing him on his cheek.

“We’ll be back in no time.”

Laurie squared her shoulders then turned to the two werewolves.

“Let's go!”

“Follow us!” Isobel commanded.

Laurie rolled her eyes.

“No need! I know where I'm going.”

“How?”

Laurie threw Isobel a look over her shoulder.

“Follow the bond. Find the Alpha.”

Shane watched as she and the others disappeared into the woods. When he couldn't see them anymore, he looked to the setting sky and said a prayer.

“God please…protect my girls.”

Laurie led the group to a ceremonial grounds where Roman stood flanked by both Callum and Jett. With other members of the Pack gathered around.

“Well, well! If it ain't my favorite pup!”

Roman’s eyebrow twitched slightly before he regained his composure.

“Let us proceed.”

Laurie took a deep breath as she entered in between the stones.

“I've been waiting years for this.”

Naia and Zane took their places outside the ring. Through their bond, she could feel Roman’s emotions warring within him. He squared his shoulders and addressed the crowd around him.

“The tribunal for one Laurie Roberts has been convened and will proceed.”

He then turned to Laurie who looked almost bored.

“You are bound by Pack Law and will answer for your transgressions. Do you understand?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I'm here because you all want to know what happened between me and Xander. I got it. Now can we move on?”

“You are accused of betraying your Alpha and the Pack. The penalty of which is death. Do you deny the accusations against you?”

Laurie rolls her eyes.

“I deny that the accusations are accurate, to begin with.”

“What proof do you have that these accusations are false?”

“Your father kept records of every time I was given Wolfbane. Every injection date. Every audio file. Every test report.”

Murmurs and whispers began to rise amongst the crowd, they were quickly silenced when Roman held up a hand.

“Are you accusing your Alpha of wrongdoing?”

“That's exactly what I'm doing.”

Laurie’s tone was both confident and calculated.

“Those are heavy accusations to levy against your Alpha, Laurie. Especially when you have no proof.”

Laurie took a deep breath then rolled up her sleeve to reveal old needle marks on her right forearm.

“They didn't hurt at first. Hell, I barely even registered getting them when they started. It wasn't until the doses of Wolfbane doubled that I started to feel them get worse and that they started leaving marks on my arms.”

“Why were you injected?”

“Wolfbane was a project and partnership between your father and Bernard Sayre. Bernie needed test subjects and Xander needed to know if the legend of the Wolf Bride was true. So they combined their efforts. And chose me as their test subject.”

Hearing her mother's confident tone crack broke Naia’s heart. She could feel how painful it was for her mother to relive it all. She wanted to throw her arms around her mother and hold her close.

“How do any of us know that you aren't lying to save your own skin?!” Jett asked Laurie.

“You forget your place pup. Only the Alpha can question me. And you obviously aren't the Alpha.”

Jett’s eyes narrowed at Laurie.

“She's right, Jett. It is my place to question her. Not yours.” Roman quipped.

“It is a waste of time! We all know the story of her and your father. He rejected her and she betrayed him and our Pack! He showed the wounds to the elders! She is guilty!”

Laurie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“You see? She has no respect for our ways!”

“You are your father's son. Pig-headed and loud for no reason.”

“You know nothing of my father!”

“Oh please! You're all bark and no bite! That's how I know you’re Benny’s spitting image. Because that's all he was.”

Jett’s face twisted with fury.

“YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY FATHER THAT WAY?!”

“Jett! Restrain yourself!” Roman warned him.

But Jett was far too enraged to hear Roman’s command.

“I WILL END YOU TRAITOR!”

Laurie rolled her eyes.

“No, you won't pup. It's not your place.”

Jett shifted into his Primal form in front of Laurie who looked at him unimpressed.

“You're not going to hurt me.”

“YES…I…WILL!”

“Jett! Stand down!”

“You might want to listen to your Alpha pup.”

“YOU…WILL…PAY…WITH YOUR…LIFE!”

Jett took a menacing step towards Laurie who had her head cocked to the side with a smirk on her lips.

“Yup. You are every bit of Benny’s baby boy. Now, I believe your Alpha gave you a command. I suggest you follow it.”

“DIE…TRAITOR!”

“MOM!”

“Naia don't!”

Zane held Naia back as she tried to intervene. She watched helplessly as Jett reared his massive paw back ready to strike. But before he could strike Laurie a voice rang out.

“ENOUGH!”

Jett stopped mid-strike and looked around.

“WHAT…?!”

“I tried to warn you…” Laurie shrugged.

Just then Jett went flying backward. And when he landed on the ground he was human. When he looked up Laurie was surrounded by a thick fog that was swirling with Primal Magic.

“You really shouldn't have done that. You forget I'm under the Alpha’s protection pup.”

“But Roman does not–”

“Not him.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, the swirling fog behind her began to take the shape of a giant black werewolf.

“It can't be!” Zane said in total shock.

When Naia looked at Roman, he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

“Impossible!”

Laurie shrugged.

“Not really.”

Naia turned to her uncle who stood with his jaw dropped.

“Uncle Zane…what Is it? What's going on?”

Zane couldn't believe what he was seeing.

“Naia…that’s–”

Zane never got to finish his sentence. Because Laurie finished it for him.

“Hello, Xander. It's been a long time hasn't it?”

Everyone around was dead silent. For Xander had returned from the grave. The questions now were how and why had he returned?

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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Instinct (Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

((TFATWS SPOILERS))

Character/s: Bucky

Word Count: 1,110

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A/N: I haven't written in over a month and I'm scared it shows 💔 I'm really unsure with writing lately, I thought about not posting this, but I feel like I owe it big time. This was supposed to be something different, but I can't say I hate the direction it took. There aren't any major spoilers, it just follows the general plot, but I figured better to be safe than sorry. I hope you like it, and that I'm not too "out of the game" or bad at this lol. Feedback is always appreciated.Thank you for being so patient with my break my loves, it means the world 💜💖💜

Summary: He wants to move on, you don't 💕

Gif Credit: @captain-james / link :)

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There is a static between you. One that is ruthless, hostile, sharp. It makes your gums bleed to describe it, tasting nothing but iron, bitterness, a resentment that is otherwise untouchable by any other creature. A hatred towards the mirror, towards your own skin and bone, your entire fucking existence. Catching his eyes, even for a second, is staring into the sun. Blinding. Aggressive. Burning, until every inch of you is set aflame, itching to turn and run, to tear apart, to scream. Scream until there is nothing of you left. A reminder of what was, what is, and what will never be. What neither of you can go back to, as fitting as the mold may seem, as secure as that title may be, as comforting as that role used to be, he refuses, and you follow along. Bury the body, he thinks that will make him someone new, someone worth everyone else's time. Do not flinch when they say your name, when they whisper every awful thing you did, when they tease you, leaving the door open, enough so for the light to peak through. An escape plan, you think. You hope. A way back to the life before, where your mind was someone else's, when the world was cruel and you were allowed to be cruel back. He does not see it that way, slamming that door shut, locking it from the outside, and swallowing the key.

One word, an invitation, that's all you need. The risk is great, but the urge is greater. Split yourself open. Self destruct. Skip the steps, skip what they insist is healing when all they do is rip open old wounds. Skip the apologies, the sob story, the introduction. The look in their eyes never flinches, no matter how many times you beg. Why bother? Return to what they wanted, needed, feel a certain belonging you could never get back walking into the civilian world.

Your footprints made of blood, a sticky red trail left wherever you go. That's what they see, and they don't bother hiding it. The disgust. The references you don't understand, too old to laugh, to sigh, to roll your eyes. The world moved on without you, spinning faster than you remember, and you are left to catch up. They have their lists, their paper and pencil, all the recommendations one could offer. It would be endearing, maybe, but you have nothing to offer. None of the energy to play catch up. None of the want. Time slips through your fingers, wasted, growing spoiled, mocking you. You have better things to do than watch a movie, more important things, things that filled you with purpose, no matter how sick.

You would have been disgusted. Horrified. Speechless. You would have hated yourself more than you already do. But you are older now, far more experienced, hardened by a life you never could have expected. Learned to want it, though. An animal secured by captivity does not know how to survive in the wild. You were never equipped to live like this: free. The knives, the guns, the special ways in which you read even the smallest of actions, turning people into pages, an open book for you to skim, before placing back on the shelf.

You adapted, grew to fit what they wanted, who they wanted, until you too loved what you were. Dangerous, powerful, unfeeling. The numb became a high to chase, unsatisfied by anything else. Where he mirrored a version of yourself you left in the past, you embraced this role. The damage was done. The bodies put to rest. None of which you could take back, nor make up for. He sought redemption. You wouldn't dare. It wasn't by your choice, that much you could admit, but you could feel it, from the fits bullet to the last, you were never meant to be anything else. As gruesome as you had been, uncaring, quick, but painful, you would be nothing else. Assassin. Killer. Murderer.

They say it like it's a bad thing.

The guilt eats you alive, chews you up and spits you out, shattering your very being as you wake, each night, from another nightmare. The aggression, the shame, all of it you share as fairly as you can, and yet, you wear it so differently, making you more distinct than you could ever explain. The only other person in the world who has seen you at your lowest, your highest, faced what you have, seen what you've seen, and you can't stand to look at him. Not for the wounds he sewed up, his eyes falling on your broken body, nor is the sobs, the pleas, the prayers he heard escape you in moments of desperation. Not because he knows the way you scream, your body used for their own gain, enveloped in a pain only the Devil can inflict, or because he has seen you shoot without a second of hesitation, moving forward before their body hits the ground. None of it, not even the things you care not to mention, to think about, nit even now. It's that he has become resistant, soft even.

He fights a fight he knows he cannot win. He draws the line between good and bad, hero and villain, as if there even is one, as if they are not the same in moments of desperation, of selfishness, or of great selflessness. That he thinks he can stop being what they made him, resisting the instincts they worked so hard to ingrain. You feel it, too. Turning off everything around you, picking apart the situation before it plays out. Footsteps, whispers, how many there are, where, how quickly they can get to you. A dance you know each step to, the two of you in sync. This time, no leader, no follower, but two soldiers taking orders. Without them, he thinks himself above who he used to be, who you used to be, what you were, but you know better.

You want nothing more than to slip back into old habits. That look, that stare, the wince he hides when they bring up his crimes, he wants the same. Step back, fall into old ways, let go until there is no one left to scorn you for what they put into your head.

Where they see Bucky, a man escaped, in remorse, righting his wrongs, you see The Winter Soldier, a friend, a weapon, an old accomplice. One of them, you respect, trusting with your life. The other, nothing more than a facade, a mask, a weakness, an act even he has tricked himself into believing.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Don’t Change Who You Are - Part One

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N: I asked everyone on the discord server we have for SEAL Team to send me a song and who they wanted it for so this one if based on the song “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus requested by @chibsytelford

CONTAINS SEASON 3 AND SEASON 4 SPOILERS - READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

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This Months Writing

I can almost see it, that dream I'm dreaming. But, there's a voice inside my head saying, you’ll never reach it. Every step I'm taking. Every move I make feels lost with no direction. My faith is shaking.

As Clay sat in his empty apartment he hovered his finger over your name in his phone debating on whether or not to call you. His life had been flipped upside down and set on fire, he needed the one person who always managed to make him see sense of his problems but the only problem was he didn’t know if you would want anything to do with him, not since you poured your feelings out to him and he then chose Rebecca. He could still see the pain etched into your face when he told you. But he now realizes he made a mistake choosing Rebecca, especially now.

STA-21 had been ripped from him and he knew his rank would be bumped but didn’t know what the punishment would be. But he couldn’t sit back and watch Ray lose Warrant Officer over the letter, he didn’t know where to turn or who to turn to. He felt well and truly lost, he got so caught up in Rebecca that he took the offer of STA-21 even when he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he even wanted it. And here he was paying the price for his actions with no one to turn to.

But I, I gotta keep trying gotta keep my head held high. There's always gonna be another mountain. I'm always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle. Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's the climb.

It had been two months since everything had changed for Clay, Ray had just come back from his training, Jase had taken a step back from Bravo and Clay was stuck behind a fucking desk. This wasn’t the life he wanted and if the last two months had taught him anything it was he was born for door kicking, that’s what he wanted, he wanted the dream of leading his own team, but he had to throw all of that away because he was blinded by what he thought was love.

Every single day he considered calling you but never actually made the call. He could hear your voice in the back of his head telling him you gotta keep your head held high, do your time, take the punishment. But he needed more, he needed to feel safe.

His mood was the lowest it had been in months after Lindel had told him that he would never get back to being on Bravo Team, the moment he told Sonny, he flipped and went at Ray for allowing Clay to cover for him. His life was falling apart faster than he could put it back together and at this point he didn’t know if the pieces would even fit anymore.

The struggles I'm facing. The chances I'm taking. Sometimes might knock me down, but no, I'm not breaking. I may not know it. But these are the moments, that. I'm gonna remember most, yeah. Just gotta keep going. And I, I gotta be strong. Just keep pushing on.

He was trying not to let the actions of his choices crush him, he needed to stay strong and push on but he had completely lost faith now.

The nights alone were the worst, when his demons came out to play. The temptation to call you was getting stronger, in his heart he knew that you were going to be the only one to help him out of this nightmare. But he didn’t want to seem weak. But the last words you said to him before you climbed in your car after you gave him your heart and he kicked it to the curb rang in his ears.

“No matter what happens Clay don’t change who you are”

Laying on his bed, he ran his hand over his face, letting out a scream of frustration.

He didn’t know how much time had passed but a knock on his door brought him back to reality, roughly wiping his eyes from the tears that had fallen, he rolled out of bed to go see who was knocking at 10pm.

Pulling the door open, he froze on the spot as he saw you standing there, wearing a hoodie that he leant you one night when you were cold and your suitcase behind you.

“Hi” you whispered as you took in his appearance and his red puffy eyes, your heart breaking instantly, this wasn’t the Clay you knew and loved. “You gonna let me in or what?” You half laughed trying to lighten the mood.

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karasunology · 4 years

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ THE MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO AS YOUR OLDER BROTHERS ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of the best twins & ace of my heart being your older brothers.

�� . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.

[ OIKAWA TOORU & KAGEYAMA TOBIO VERSION. ] [ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu & miya osamu <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

MIYA TWINS.

➜ oh my goodness, i pray so hard and dearly for your parents because y'all are WILD WILD

➜ when you guys were young, you know those videos of twins confusing their baby on who's their parent??

➜ yeah THESE TWO TRIED IT WITH YOU

➜ it was probably atsumu's dumb idea

➜ he watched it a few days ago in youtube

➜ so he suggested it to osamu which begrudgingly accepted, curious on how you would react

“ c'mon, come to big brother 'samu ”

➜ atsumu says as he stretches his arms out to you while you're oblivious poor innocent ass was doing the grabby hands to him

➜ ngl you looked so cute he felt a little guilty for what's to come

➜ while osamu sits next to him with a monotonous expression

“ no, i'm big brother 'samu ”

➜ your head spun to his direction

➜ and you're just like 👁👄👁

➜ while switching left and right in confusion as you dropped your arms down so fucking fast LMAO

➜ while atsumu was trying so hard, really he promised he won't laugh so soon, that osamu keeps pestering him to shut his bitch as up

➜ until the faintest of sobs were heard, forcing their mini argument to a halt

“ will you stay quiet ─ ”

“ ─ oh no no no, please don't cry ”

➜ osamu is in distraught because he actually doesn't know how to take care of a child crying

➜ while astumu is trying to carry you

“ hngg i ─ hic ─ want big brother 'samu ─ hic ! ”

➜ bitch almost wanted to drop you right then and there honestly

➜ he's like ??? DOES THIS BITCH EVEN KNOW I EXIST EYE??

➜ and when osamu heard you calling out to him, something in him snapped

“ i knew this was a bad idea ─ ”

➜ as he shoved atsumu off of you, hugging you as he tries to coo you, whispering “ shh . . don't ya worry, yer big brother 'samu is here ”

➜ this MANS OHMYGOD

➜ your cries seemed to have ceased as atsumu is standing there like ??

➜ i'm thEIR BROTHER TOO !!

➜ bb boy held a grudge on you for a few weeks ngl

➜ but then you grew up and now you know that you actually have two (2) big bro 'samu

➜ but more annoying & bitchy

➜ you're their favourite victim to bully

➜ well, atsumu

➜ but they won't let their teasing lead to you crying because they actually can't stand the sight of their younger sibling crying

➜ contrary to popular belief, when you realized there was another big bro 'samu, you were now attached to atsumu while he's similing smugly and triumphly at osamu

➜ atsumu would 100% be very competitive for your attention though he makes you hate him whenever he bullies you

➜ but we all know osamu hates losing

➜ so there was definitely a time of your life that their fighting over who was the best big brother

➜ ugh y'all cute cute

➜ while you're helping osamu around the kitchen, atsumu would just watch from the side lines because the kitchen is kinda yours and osamu's thing

➜ though while in his earlier years, he'd get upset because he wants you to hang out with him too :(

➜ while you have the cooking thing with osamu, you have the baking thing with atsumu

➜ shh hear me out

➜ osamu is actually not good at baking shit

➜ the first time he attempted baking was when you joined a baking club & now you're obsessed with making cupcakes and all that good good

➜ and he wanted to also try and back

➜ and how and what did he do to make your cupcakes look like dog shit was beyond you

➜ and while smelling something burning, atsumu ran to the kitchen and after realizing what osamu did

➜ he'd try and make your next batch of cupcakes presentable

➜ because he's?? actually?? good at it??

➜ and now you guys have your baking sessions and brother 'tsumu bonding time

➜ but even though you guys have other things with the other person, you guys LOVED doing chores together

➜ like, your guys' mom would make the boys clean the bathroom and before you knew it, LIKE YOU WENT THERE JUST TO TALK TO THEM WHILE THEY CLEAN, you find yourself cleaning the toilet necause atsumu ain't doing that shit

➜ washing dishes?? that as well

➜ you and atsumu would be the ones washing while osmu would do the drying

➜ 11/10 of the time would leave you guys a damped mess

➜ while cleaning the kitchen, i absoloutely headcanon, like STRONGLY

➜ that you guys would just talk either about random shit, talk shit about someone honestly, or quote reality tv shows

➜ like one thing you would be sweeping the kitchen floor, and while sweeping, you accidentally hit the trash bin hard that the contents flew out of it as it fell down the floor

➜ and atsumu's like : “ pooja what is this behaviour?? ”

➜ then something clicked in you that made you remember that one show bigg boss something

➜ and you'd be like : “ i'm sorry i kicked it ny mistake ”

➜ osamu would roll his eyes before joining you two : “ you can't kick it by mistake ”

➜ “ then pick it up if it bothers you ”

➜ ugh y'all aRE ICONS

➜ y'all would be at the pool and atsumu would shout “ oh no my diamond earing is gone ”

➜ and osamu would reply “ kim, there's people that are dying. ”

➜ you'll be their biggest fan in the court

➜ whenever they play with you on the sidelines something in them just snapped and they'll be scoring points by points in a row

➜ they lowkey love to show off

➜ if you're a girl, every fangirl of they have would be wary of you at first, but then realized that you were just their little sister

➜ and to their bisexual fans, they would ngl have a huge ass crush on you too

➜ and if you're a boy as well, oH MY GOD WOULD THEY HAVE FALLEN AMD CAN'T GET UP

➜ LIKE BITCH THE MIYA GENES ARE THRIVING IN THE THREE OF YOU

➜ you bet they'd be throwing hands if someone decided to break your heart

➜ though, osamu would be the more rational one

➜ if they ever meet your s/o, atsumu would want to rile them up while osamu is just being calm but the scarier one of the two?? but he knows you don't need any protecting because you know how to do it yourself & you don't have any need for that

➜ 12/10 would recommend as brothers

➜ in conclusion, you guys may not always get along, but you know damn well they care about you and would apologize right away if they did something too far. and you guys are such good sibling goals😤

BOKUTO KOUTARO.

➜ definitely know how to deal with his emo mode

➜ since you guys grew up together

➜ and sadly, you didn't have an akaashi to help you out with it while you were young

➜ like he'd be the older brother but you would probably be the more mature one

➜ but while you guys were young, he was your knight & shinning armor

➜ like when you scraped your knee while trying to catch him, he'll do a 180° and bitch has never ran faster to you than that time

➜ & if you were crying because of it, he'll make stupid jokes but it'll always make you forget about the pain in your knee

➜ and it's one of those times that you could really see that he was actually older than you

➜ then he'll piggyback you back to your house

➜ homeboy be reliable even while he was young wow

➜ and even 'till now

➜ if you ever got sick or injured

➜ or god forbid, HEARBROKEN by someone

➜ a bitch will throw hands

➜ but before that he'll make you laugh & do his best to take your mind off whatever is causing you to hurt

➜ ngl you would always look up to him, even if he may seem childish

➜ he'll hang out with you the rest of the day, he doesn't care if it's a school day, he'll drag akaashi with him

➜ my boy here GIVES THE BEST ADVICES

➜ though he may reword them differently, but his advices never seemed to fail you

➜ fights don't usually happen, and if they do they're probably serious

➜ he's the type of brother that lets you sneak out the house

➜ he'll usually back you up in everything

➜ and this bitch would take the fall for your faults

➜ ugh WE STAN

➜ but also if you sneak out the house to your significant other, bb boy has to know their number, address, occupation etc.

➜ because he ain't having a broken hearted sibling

➜ and he just wants the best for you

➜ and in the future, though he may be busy with being a professional volleyball player;

➜ he'll always have time for you

➜ he'll cLEAR OUT HIS SCHEDULE JUST FOR YOU

➜ you're that urgent to him

➜ your his first best friend before volleyball

➜ speaking of volleyball, if you aren't found in the stands in his matches ─ he'll go TO EMO MODE Y'ALL

➜ because you're usually always there in his games and it makes him give all his 120%

➜ since he's usually busy, he'll ALWAYS have those covey sisters movie nights

➜ if ykyk

➜ he's a sucker for family bonding time ogey

➜ the type to binge watch all the hsm movies & know all the lyrics to all the songs

➜ the type to defend sharpay with all his might

➜ and you guessed it right

➜ sharpay is his favourite character

➜ no one tell me otherwise

➜ THE TYPE TO DUET SONGS WITH YOU

➜ HIS FAVOURITE?

➜ EVERY SHARPAY & RYAN SONGS

➜ HE'LL BE SHARPAY AND YOU'LL BE RYAN

➜ AND THAT'S ON BOP TO THE TOP

➜ hates horror movies

➜ so if you ever watch it with him, he won't leave your side for the rest of the night & will have a sleepover on the living room

➜ f o r t s

➜ loves doing ridiculous challanges

➜ your phone would be BOMBARDED with crackhead videos of him

➜ probably broke a bone or two ngl

➜ 100/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, he may not always be there, and would be a bit childish & needy at times; but you know that he would step up as a big brother for you ANYDAY, ANYNIGHT, ANYTIME. because how could he want the best for you when he's not being his best on his part?

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . tumblr won't let this post show on the tags now i have to repost them all over again phew chile. watch me throw hands😤

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