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fandompov · 1 year

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hello lovely, i have an idea for a request! platonic!sully fam x human!reader; what if jake had a child on earth but haven’t seen them since he came to pandora or maybe he didn’t even know that he had a child. that child is now older and has also come to pandora. just jake trying to reconnect with his long lost child and them trying to be a good older sibling to their blue alien half-siblings. i feel like especially lo’ak would get well along with the reader since he’s had to deal with comments about his extra finger and eyebrows his whole life and maybe he would enjoy having someone to teach him about earthly things :3

꧁༺CONNECTION Part. 1༻꧂

Sully!Family x Fem human!reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!! :)

Warning: English is not my first language

Part. 2

Where you came from, the Earth was no longer as green as it once was, the air was no longer as pure and clean. The Earth had been destroyed by man and his selfishness. But you remember the stories that people told about a place a few years away from the Earth, a place where life exists. Where the richness of varying colors, the trees resemble those of Earth. This planet is called Pandora. A planet where the people who live there are called the Na'vi.

"Get ready to land." a voice said into the microphone. You opened your eyes again, waking up from your thoughts. "So Mrs. Sully are you ready for your new adventure?" said a military man who was sitting next to you. "Yes," you answered in a whisper.

When you left the interstellar starships, you discovered a new world, even more beautiful than you had imagined and seen in pictures. Outside there was someone waiting for you. "Ms. Sully, I'm pleased to meet you, I'm General Ardmore, I'm commander of the Joint Expeditionary Task Force." said the soldier. "Come, I'll show you around."

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"And finally, this is our lab, do you have any questions?" she asked. "What exactly is my mission, why did you send me to Pandora?" you asked, confused by your presence. You were not a person of the army and even less a scientist. Yes, you had very good basics of what was Na'vi and their culture, but then to know you here on this planet where people much more qualified than you was disconcerting. "You will know it when the time will come." said the general Ardmore.

General Ardomore was explaining important things, when she stopped. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, I have someone to present to you." You turned around and saw an Avatar. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, the girl I mentioned yesterday, Mrs. Sully." said the General in a firm tone. You see an expression of surprise and even almost anger when you look at the avatar's face. "Mrs. Sully will leave with you tomorrow."

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You were in the forest with the avatars. Hiding behind some plants. According to Colonel Quaritch, you had to hide behind the plants in order to catch the enemies, "They are approaching, prepare yourself", said one of the avatars. You didn't have the time to understand, that the avatar came out and raised their weapons on four people. "Put it down or I will shoot you" one of the avatars yelled at the young children.

Even though you were still behind the plants, too surprised by the situation, you could see the fear in the eyes of the four people. "Down on your knees, stop fighting!" shouted another avatar who then used his strength to put the tree Na'vi on their knees. "SULLY!!!" shouted Quaritch, "Come here and be helpful." You approached him and he handed you an electronic device. You could see the confusion in the young Na'vi boy's face when he heard your name. "What have we here?" said the Colonel with a smile. "Look Colonel check it, four fingers we have half breed." said one of the soldiers showing the four fingers of the girl to Quaritch.

The Colonel went to the other Na'vi, "Show me your fingers " he said in a strong voice . But, he answered only by showing his middle fingers. "You're his aren't you" Quaritch said with a smile. "YOU!! Come here" said the Colonel Miles. You approached him, while he gave you explanations of how to use the device, you had in your hands. You landed on a page with a picture of a Navi. You could see next to it the name -Jake Sully-.

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usermakki · 1 year

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· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ ⊹ · ɪɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ;

ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ;

Neteyam hums against your scalp, and the vibrations tickle the skin of your head. "Is this what you wanted, you little troublemaker ?"

You chuckle giddily, squirming in his hold when his hands tighten their hold on your waist. Resting upon the most ticklish spot in your body.

"You wanted my attention, is that it ?" He goads you. Dropping his head to press his face to your neck, he plants a myriad of kisses there.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ; 3.2k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ; fluff only, for now

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ; aged-up!neteyam, na’vi!fem!reader, established relationship, slightly suggestive, jake and auayew as guest starring, some loving and smooches, lots of physical affection, neteyam being a lil jealous, mention of the sully fam, reader’s parents being not so good parents, marui break in kinda yay

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ; lover by taylor swift + needy by ariana grande

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ; i feel like this chapter is unnecessarily long lol but i can never stop typing once i start, so here it is

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ

There’s an aching, face-splitting smile on your lips that you haven’t been able to wipe off since the morning.

Neteyam walks hastily beside you, trying to match your stride as you skip your way over the tree roots and weave yourself through the wandering younglings. He’s got his arms loaded with the many looms from your marui and a chopping board pinched between two fingers, the wood’s scratching at his knuckles and it’s so dangerously close to slipping-

“Neteyam, this way!” You chirp up. Freehand coming to aggressively tap at his shoulder and then point at a location near a bedrock. He can only hum in acknowledgment.

His arms flex as he tightens the grip on the chopping board and hikes the strap of a water carrier up his shoulder. Neteyam distinctly remembers his parents and siblings offering to help carry both your belongings over to the place you had spent so long choosing to settle down on. But you spent the majority of the last night bouncing off the walls in such unrestrained elation, you could not wait for the sun to properly set or for both your families to wake up, before throwing the woven backing of your tent over your shoulder and all your mats over an arm to start setting camp.

Neteyam is aware he could have easily thrown both arms and legs over your body and temporarily strap you down to the floor for enough time to have his parents waking up to help you move, but your limbs were rattling so ardently he feared the vibrations would wake up the family residing on the marui closest to yours.

He takes another look at your radiant side profile, gazing at the glow you seem to emanate ever since you both finally packed your belongings and announced you were leaving your parent's marui to live on your own. Together. It was a long-time-coming decision, long overdue if you were both being honest.

A droplet of sweat trickles from your neck, and he tracks it as it runs down to your shoulders and stops right at your elbow. You’re smiling so much it would’ve been eerily creepy in any other situation. But right now Neteyam is sure he’s never loved you more.

“I think we walked past our spot, beautiful.” He says, eyeing his surroundings. All the neighboring marui were so alike that he wasn’t sure if you haven’t been walking in circles for the past minutes. Wouldn’t put it past the both of you either.

Comically, you come to a stop shortly after. “This is the exact place. I put this rock right in the middle so no one would be able to set up a tent here before us.”

And then you turn around and send him a cheeky wink, with your tongue peeking out from between your lips and hair framing your face so beautifully. the view has his knees going weak embarrassingly quickly. He’s sure he’ll never get used to calling you his. Hopes the novelty will never wear off.

“Good girl.”

Your smile wobbles for a second as the cyan of your cheekbones fades into purple. Adorable. He loves teasing you as much as you do him.

“Alright, well now all we’ve got to do is put everything in place.”

Neteyam starts settling your belongings down, before voicing out, “I’ve never set up a marui before though. There's a lot to work with, we should wait for our parents to get here first.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. It can’t be that hard.”

He chuckles, "Remember the last time you said that ? You got stuck-"

"Yeah, shut up." You interrupt Neteyam's recollection before he can bring up any other embarrassing memory. He only laughs harder. "Let's just start with the basics."

You don't often like admitting that you're wrong. But you were wrong about everything. You were so wrong. So embarrassingly wrong.

Neteyam and you had spent the last hour chiding each other on the proper way to tie up the support beams of your tent. Neither of you was willing to come to an agreement on this matter, so you decided to leave that part for last. Fearing that you'll drop everything in anger altogether before even finishing your marui.

You let him have this for now. But you roll your eyes at him all the while.

Neteyam now sits beside you on the ground, hands quickly overlaying and connecting the loom of the tent as it lays over his crossed legs. Your marui slowly but deliberately comes together before your eyes.

You had spent the last minutes arranging the sticks on different piles around your mate for easy access, purposefully taking your time so Neteyam wouldn’t notice you had lost yourself early during his explanation. The small rocks bite at your knees as you crouch at his side, trying to mirror his movement. He’s hunched over his work, hair partially hiding his face from view. You can barely see what he's doing.

You haven't been able to shake the tremble from your fingers since you arrived. Should this moment feel as domestic and special as it does ? Your mate was doing nothing but what you had asked of him, simply assembling some tent. Your heart has no right to be beating this wild and frantically against your rib cages.

You watch his proficient hands, fingers performing an intricate dance as they wrap and fasten the loom around the wicker ribs. If you can't help him, you might as well disrupt his progress.

“And here I thought you didn’t know how to do this.” You tease. “Always the prodigy, I see.”

There’s a subtle and almost unnoticeable hardening to his features, but he says nothing and doesn’t stop his movements either. Always so easy to rile. Adorable.

Seeing that he did not outwardly react to your words, you grab the feather dangling from your armband and tickle his ear. That gets him to swat at your hands with a growl.

Neteyam fixes you with an annoyed stare. “Don’t you have something better to do, than to bother me, yawntu ?” In your squatted position over him, you can count each of his lashes as they flutter.

You hum, scrunching your features in feigned contemplation. “What could possibly be better than bothering you ?”

“Perhaps, I don’t know huh helping me out ?”

“Boring.”

Swiftly encompassing his arms around your waist, you're slow to react as his big hands pull your body into his. Your knees give out as you fall on your side against his chest. Expecting him to tickle you or inflict some punishment of this kind, your body locks in his hold. But he merely hugs you. Snout pressed to your hairline, he presses you further into his hold and inhales at your scent.

Your entire physique slackens.

Shifting your waist and hips to accommodate yourself on his lap so your fronts are pressed and your legs are thrown to the side over his thigh. You're surely never getting used to this treatment. Always pampered, loved, touched, and worshiped. And you know that you're extremely lucky. Na'vi males are respectful and caring, but Neteyam loves you in a way you came to learn that only his family knows how. Comfortably showcasing his admiration and desire for you.

No one can make you feel so ardently the way your mate does. Only he can light this fire under your skin.

Neteyam hums against your scalp, and the vibrations tickle the skin of your head. "Is this what you wanted, you little troublemaker ?"

You chuckle giddily, squirming in his hold when his hands tighten their hold on your waist. Resting upon the most ticklish spot in your body.

"You wanted my attention, is that it ?" He goads you. Dropping his head to press his face to your neck, he plants a myriad of kisses there.

Your body squirms harder in his hold, but there's no escaping from his clutch. Much like a predator, once Neteyam sinks his claws into you, there's no escaping him. And that's even if you wanted to, which you don't.

"Sorry," you say sheepishly, almost out of breath. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior from now on."

"I don't know if I believe you."

You giggle. The hairs of your body stand on end.

Lifting your head, you look up and over Neteyam’s shoulder, where you see your Olo'eyktan in the distance. He does not don his usual feathered mantle around his shoulders that is so distinctly to his image. You have half a mind to pull yourself up from his son's lap, and when you move to get up, Neteyam confusedly whines.

“Your dad’s coming over.” You tell him.

“Huh?” He looks up, confused. Following your sight, he notices his father. Neteyam lets out a long sigh. “Thank you, Great Mother.”

It takes him a while to get to you, as he's often stopped by some folk to initiate conversations. They are few, but you find it adorable how his handsome face grimaces for having to let them down. He does not stop until he has reached you. He stands beside you both, where you're now innocently sitting side by side.

Jake ruffles both of your hairs, hand hovering over Neteyam's head far longer than yours.

He takes a brief look around, "It's gonna be just us, kids. Neytiri is mad that you left without her and I'm not sure if your siblings are gonna be of much help, either." His fingers toy with Neteyam's hair locks, before being swatted at gently by his hand.

Neteyam chuckles, "It's fine. We have the entire day to finish this."

From your close perspective, you notice that Jake does not wear his cummerbund or armband either. His anatomy feels slightly foreign to you, lacking the ornaments you came to associate with his role and leadership. He came to you both as a father, and not as a leader. Your heart almost melts at this. And you have to bite your tongue to ignore the brief thought of your own father, not wanting to ruin your mood.

"Yeah, because someone was too impatient to wait." He teases you. Your whole face warms at his words, tail thumping at the ground behind you.

"Well, it's Neteyam's fault." You tell your leader, pointing at his insolent son, who does nothing but smile. "I thought we'd go over this yesterday."

"Ah, yes." He confirms, nodding his head in feigning understanding. "And then he decided to bail on me just to take you out on a date."

Your mate groans, shoulders dropping. "Let's just get this done with, please."

For a moment you wonder if it was a smart decision to bring most of your belongings along with you, as you watch Jake and Neteyam struggle to get anything done. All three of you are adequate crafters at best. Jake due to not having been born into your traditions, and Neteyam and yourself for prioritizing your hunting and fighting skills. Surely, that would come and bite you all in your asses.

All the loom has been wrapped and fastened onto the supporting beams, but you don't know the way to get these supporting beams tied up to the rocks overhead. You're unsure if your tent is going to be finished by tonight when you were so excited to sleep inside it this night already. You stand over the two males, wrecking your skull over any possible actions you can partake on to help optimize their work when your ears pick up on the sound of footfalls behind you.

Swiveling around, you notice Auayew making his way over.

The long rope and lashings gripped in his hands are what get your attention next. He came prepared and you're so glad to be friends with someone so smart. While striding forward, he acknowledges a group of a few fawning women with a smile, still walking towards you. Noticing your gaze on him, his smile seems to grow. The planes of his face are always smooth, he never seems to have a worry in mind. You guess that's what makes him look so much younger.

Your whole body relaxes upon seeing him. You didn't notice how rigid you were until now.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here.” You gesture a greeting, while he smiles and does the same.

Your voice announces your friend’s arrival to your mate and father-in-law. From their position on the floor, they watch as Auayew places down his equipment and stand close to them.

Gesturing at each other, Jake laughs, seemingly in relief, “Finally someone with some expertise.”

Auayew seems abashed by your leaders words, lowering his head and tail swishing wildly behind him. “You flatter me, leader. I came to be of assistance on whatever you need.”

Neteyam gets up from his seated position and comes to stand beside you. He acknowledges Ayoyew with a silent greeting, signing I see you.

“Greetings, eyktanay.” Ayoyew signs back, not making direct eye contact with your mate.

Following their greeting, Jake and Auayew fall into an easy conversation. With the younger male sharing his knowledge and instructing him into the successive steps to assembling your tent.

You suppose that with a pair of extra hands, not much can go wrong. Auayew has a lot of practice with marui assembling and manual work, he has aided the clan greatly with his craft-making skills in the past years. As did his late father when the folk migrated from Hell's Gate to the Allelujah Mountains by your leader's instructions decades ago.

Looking over to the side, you take notice of Neteyam's rigid stance. He has never liked Auayew, since your youngling days, and while you respect their friendly rivalry, you fail to understand why his presence alone bothers your mate so much. Neteyam confined in you once, how they had fought over you, but that happened while you were still dating, even before you mated. Knowing Neteyam to always be level-headed and rational from a young age, you expected those sentiments of jealousy to have been dealt with. But watching the strained slope of his shoulders and the way his fists tighten as he stares over Auayew's interaction with his father like a hawk, you suspect this goes beyond just jealousy.

Taking matters into your hands, you throw your arms around his waist and pull his hips towards yours. Neteyam tears his gaze away from the two men and looks into your eyes. Instantly, his gaze softens.

Planting a soft kiss on his chin, you whisper, "What's going in that mind of yours, huh ?"

His lips peel back in a small grin, and he whispers back, "Just thinking about what we can get up to after the tent is finished."

Chuckling, you tighten your hold until he hugs you back. "And I can't stop thinking about the raging nap I'll take later on."

Neteyam rolls his eyes so aggressively at your words, that you wonder if he saw Eywa. "I really don't like you."

"Deal with that."

"It'd be great if you guys could give us a hand." Jake chides up from behind you.

"Sorry!"

It doesn't take long for your marui to be assembled after Auayew's arrival. Truth to his steemed reputation, he was of great importance to all of you. Even Neteyam managed to put his pride aside to congratulate your friend on his toil and cooperation. He did most of the hard work, after all. You were impressed as well.

Before leaving, Jake came up to you as Neteyam was putting your possessions away inside the marui. He stopped by your side, both eyeing the extension of your home.

He clears his throat before speaking, "I take it that your parents didn't take the news well ?"

A few tears come to your eyes at the mention of your family, but you quickly blink them away. "Nope. Dad thinks I'm incapable of living without his supervision and mom thinks I'm too fragile to make a woman out of myself."

The words come easy to you in Jake's presence. You hadn't been able to share this with Neteyam yet. You knew he was fiercely protective of you, both of your body and your emotions, if he knew what your parents had said about you the night before, he'd march down to their tent and not leave it before they apologized to you. And a family quarrel was the very last thing you wanted for now.

"Hey," Jake calls out to you, hands coming to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sorry for that. But I'm sure they'll come around eventually."

You nod, "Yeah. But I don't know if I'll be so forgiving when that happens."

The Olo'eyktan drops his hand and nods. He understands. That's enough.

"Neytiri and I are right here for you. Whatever you need us for."

"Thanks, Jake"

Jake kisses your forehead before leaving, and you feel life being puffed back into you. He doesn't linger much after, not enough to see you wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

You stand outside your home for a few minutes, watching your surroundings. Sinking in the feeling of being at home. Of truly belonging and of being seen-being coveted.

When entering the tent opening, you take in the view of Neteyam arranging a hammock for sleeping. And you're once again hit by the realization that this is your forever. All your days are going to be like this, filled with love and serenity. All of your days are going to be his.

Sneaking up on Neteyam, you hug his back to your front. He doesn't flinch when you kiss his nape. But the tip of his tail smacks at your shin as it swishes rhythmically.

You feel the rumble of his voice on your collarbone as he asks, "Ready for bed ?"

He's purring.

"Not yet. Wanna take this in for a bit more."

Neteyam turns in your arms. Arms hugging our body against his, he drops his head towards yours. Resting snout to snout, he breathes right into your mouth. The slope of his nose skims over yours, then sideways over your cheeks and cheekbone. Your mate rubs his nose into yours again, upwards, and leaves a kiss in between your eyebrows. It tickles both your skin and heart. You lost complete feeling of your body, frame buoyant like an atokirina in the wind.

You kiss him, briefly.

"We still need a lot of things." You brief him, hand coming up to caress his jaw.

Neteyam smiles, "That's great." He pauses to kiss your snout and lips. "That just means we have an excuse to spend time crafting all those things together. My dad can't possibly be mad about that."

You chuckle, "I suppose that he can't. You're right."

Stepping back, Neteyam clumsily lays the both of you down into the open hammock. Despite the spike in your pulse, you have complete faith that he won't let you fall. He wiggles about for a while, adjusting your body atop his.

Humming against his chest, you press your face into the space of his neck. You can faintly make out the sound of his heartbeat as it beats against your chest.

"What are you up to doing in the morning ?" Neteyam asks you in a whisper. He too doesn't want to disturb this peace.

You hum in comtemplation. "Can we sleep in ?"

"Anything for you, muntxate."

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ; @softhetixx @sloppierjewel @thesecretsoftheuniverse @rainbowsocks

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headkiss · 5 months

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hellooo!! could i request something christmassy with joel? maybe something to do with a secret santa with the fam in jackson 🫣 thank youuu lots and lots of love <33

hiii lots of love back!!! tysm for your request baby <3 0.9k of fluff and christmas in jackson!

Christmas in Jackson feels like the closest thing to how life was before the outbreak. Feels the closest to normal you’ll ever get. Though, you suppose it’s your normal now.

There are string lights hung, wrapped around railings, and some porch light bulbs have been switched from their classic white to red and green. Wreaths hung on doors, snow on the ground.

Jackson’s been your home for some time now, but it feels the most like home in December.

There are people that feel like family in Jackson, too. Joel and Ellie and the house you share, Tommy and Maria and their place across the street. Although you don’t think you’ll ever be one hundred percent comfortable somewhere—not when things like clickers exist—here, you’re probably as close as you can be. A solid ninety on a good day, never any lower than a seventy-five on a tough one.

The people you’ve got have a lot to do with that.

Those of you that are old enough to remember what the holidays were like before the outbreak have tried to teach the younger ones about traditions. Santa Claus and Christmas morning, decorating a tree and making cookies.

This year, Secret Santa’s been added to the mix.

You’d have been happy getting anybody’s name from the hat Tommy had filled with folded pieces of paper, but you’re glad the one you got was Joel.

He’d already been in Jackson for a while when you arrived, and, because there are only so many houses built at a time, he’d let you stay with him. And you just never moved out.

He’s told you that he was different before Jackson, before meeting Ellie. Joel was colder, rougher, and he’d call himself a bad man for it, but you’ve all done bad things to survive.

Besides, living with him and getting to know what’s beneath all those layers he’s surrounded himself with, you don’t think you could ever call Joel a bad person.

You’re just finishing wrapping his present when he comes in, “you ready?”

“Don’t peek,” you say, tying a bow around his gift. “No spoilers!”

Joel shakes his head with a huff of a laugh, and comes up behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders and squeezing. “I didn’t see anything. Promise.”

The hand of yours that isn’t holding the present reaches up to hold one of his where it sits on your shoulder, and you spin to face him.

Joel’s wearing a flannel (like usual), the top buttons left undone just enough to catch a hint of his chest hair. He’s got jeans on and his boots, and though he pretty much always wears a variation of this outfit, you admire him all the same.

“‘Kay, let’s go.”

He grabs your jacket for you from where it hangs by your front door, holding it open and helping you shrug it onto your shoulders. You’ve told Joel time and time again that you can do it yourself, but you know that he likes to help whenever he can, so you let him.

Joel speaks volumes with his actions, a little love sprinkled in everything he does for you.

As you pass the garage, which is really Ellie’s apartment, you knock a pattern on the door, one that you and Ellie use for each other, like a code. She meets you and Joel outside quickly.

The walk to Tommy’s is incredibly short, his house a simple cross of the street away.

You’re greeted with smiles and a hug from Maria, a pat on the back from Tommy. They usher you into the living room, where they’ve got stockings hung above the fireplace, some that Maria must’ve knitted herself.

It’s not long before you get Secret Santa started, Ellie giving Maria a drawing of her favorite flowers, Maria giving Tommy a new mug for his collection, Tommy giving you a new pair of boots he’d found in your size.

Then, it’s Joel’s turn, who gives Ellie her very own guitar that he’d been working on late at night for weeks. You remember the way he’d come to bed, eyes tired and hands sore, the way he’d wrap his arms around you and that would be that.

He’d hidden the guitar at Tommy’s when it was done so she wouldn’t see it, and upon receiving her gift, Ellie gasps, “woah! Dude, you’re serious?”

Joel simply nods.

“This is so cool. Thanks, Joel.”

Ellie leans over from her spot on the couch to give him a hug, one that Joel reciprocates quickly, because he always does. You smile at the pair, at how they interact. It’s family.

Finally, it’s your turn, and you hand Joel the small box he’d walked in on you wrapping earlier.

“For you,” you say.

He tears the paper slowly, like he’s nervous to see what’s inside. Even though he shouldn’t be; Joel’s well aware you know him better than anybody else.

Inside, he finds a pair of work gloves, probably old, but in pretty good condition. No holes in the palm or fingertips.

“They’re for when you’re making your guitars,” you tell him. “I found ‘em on patrol a while ago and thought you’d like them. No more slivers for you, Miller.”

He sets them down in his lap and smiles that small, sweet smile of his, and it feels like a present in itself. Tossing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you close, he says, “they’re perfect, sweetheart. Thanks.”

And when everyone else is distracted by their own conversation, Joel presses a kiss to the side of your head, then your cheek, then, quick, your lips.

It’s the kind of Christmas tradition you could get used to.

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chickawah23 · 8 months

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Do y’all remember when there were rumors that Taylor would be performing at the Super Bowl half time show like last year and tree basically said Taylor is way too big to do the Super Bowl she doesn’t need to do that. I feel like the NFL begged her to do the halftime show and when that didn’t work they tried to drop hints that she would to get her fans to encourage her to do it. And Taylor was like “nah fam but here’s a way for us to be mutually beneficial to each other. I’ll get your viewership and merch/ticket sales up and you keep talking about me while I’m on break from tour and promoting my re-recordings and tour movie and whatever else.”

Mention Taylor swift get more clicks.

This is a little out there but I feel like she came up with this plan while watching The Last Dance docuseries (The Chicago Bulls MJ doc) during the pandemic. (If you recall she said she watched it during the long pond studio sessions. Particular when she heard how they talked about Dennis Rodman and Madonna dating back then getting the NBA a whole new level of viewership.

#tswiz marketing #the pr of it all

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jonmyblaze · 5 months

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My personal rough BAT fam timeline

Bruce Wayne was nine when he witnessed his parents was shot, he was 18 when he traveled the world (he grew up with other former JSA Masters teaching him in America but he was 18 when he went on a world adventure by himself)

He was 19 when he returned and when he first became "Batman. "

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Katherine Kane was in her late twenties when her husband was murdered in front of her and her daughter Bette, she remembered hearing stories of her late eldest sister Martha being murdered by Gotham but she had left way before katherine even knew enough about Martha.

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Dick Grayson would be 9 years old when he was first taken in as a ward by eligible bachelor and Playboy Bruce Wayne celebrating his 21st birthday.

he spent 3 years training supervised with Batman.

Robin would be 12 when he was first allowed to go on patrol alone. Robin would be named after his mother's nickname for him seeing as he was born on the 1st of spring the Grayson's Little Robin.

Bette Kane and Catherine Kane became became bat girl and batwoman, when Betty was 11 (she's only a half a year younger than dick).

Barbara Gordon would be 20 when she first joined the scene as batgirl(she is roughly halfway between Bruce and Dick's age)

Time jump

At age 15 dick would form The Titans with some of his fellow peers Donna, Roy Garth, Wally. (In New York City)

At 18 he would leave the nest and recreate the Teen Titans dubbing the new Teen Titans

(and West Coast would have their own Titans made by Betty called "Titan's West Coast" in jump City

At 19 dick would be kidnapped by the al ghul family after he met a name Talia Al ghoul in meds class

At age 20 he will drop out of college.

At 21 dick would become Nightwing for the first time. Inspired by his "uncle" Clark, Bette following in her cousin's footsteps would become flame bird

Jason Todd would be taking in (12)

and later become Robin (at 13)

More at part 2

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This is the first age the gold and silver age of the bat family.

Notable additions I had

The kanes being more prominent, Betty and Dick remaining having their friendship.(also simplifying the Kane's family tree for Bette)

Catherine was way too young to even raise Bruce but Alfred was also dubbed Bruce's godfather and first in line for Bruce's custody should his parents die.

Keeping the pre crisis origin of Barbara being younger than Bruce but older than dick but still an adult able to go to college for bachelor's degree..

Jason Todd having less than a year to convince Bruce to send him on to patrol.

Keeping the origin that Talia first met dick at college for med school (she's probably way older but they were in the same class as she took college a little later)

And I haven't even gotten to Tim yet.

Look out for part two

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Leo’s Song

An upbeat song with pretty dark and sad lyrics, to show off the whole ‘Humor was a good way to hide the pain’. It’d take place as they’re reaching Camp Half-Blood. Everyone is preparing upstairs and Leo is downstairs, working on the ship and fixing everything after they got slapped away by Zeus.

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The rest of the crew can be heard talking, but it’s all jumbled up and kind off faded out, so it all just sounds like gibberish noises.

Leo is trying to fix something, but his hands keep shaking and sweating. He drops something and lets out a desperate scream and crumbles to the floor with his knees up to his chest and his head hidden in his hands.

The sound of falling nails and screws on the floor can be heard. It starts off like a lot of random noise, but it slows down into a constant slow beat, like that of a ticking of a clock.

A low bass plays, mimicking the sound of the nails and screws. The sound of these slowly fades out, leaving only the bass, whose rhythm now changed. Drums join in, adding a beat similar to “Pink + White - Live at Electric Lady” from Remi Wolf. Slowly, a low trumpet joins in as well.

Leo: Ugh

Leo: [Stands up and brushes himself off. He walks towards the door but pauses just in front of it, looking back at his makeshift workspace]

Leo: That's the way every day goes. Every time we've got no control

Leo: [Walks towards his workspace] If the sky is pink and white. If the ground is black and yellow

Leo: [Takes out tattered and broken picture of him and his mom] It's the same way you showed me. Nod my head, I’ll close my eyes. As I die, be with you

Leo: [Looks around] It's the same way you showed me. If you could live, then you'd feel sad. When I’d die, you’d miss me

Leo: [Walks back to front of door and sits down in front of it] The way it is, we're on bare land. Still, I'm someone to hold true. Kept you warm in your dying breath. I let you down, I’m sorry

Just the same way she showed me…Showed mе. But you showed me love. And thе glory from above. Regard, my dear. It's all downhill from here

Leo: [Stands back up and goes to his table. He opens up a crumbled up piece of paper with undistinguishable words in it] In the wake of an explosion. Dark skin of a winter shade. Walk right into drought lines. Tall tower of monsters.

Leo: [Looks back at picture of mom] It's the same way she showed me, yeah. Cannonball off the porch side. Older kids trying off the roof

Leo: [Slight, sad smile] Just the same way you showed me. If I could die and come back to life. Down for air from the tall, dark skies. I’d kneel down to the dry land. Kiss the earth that carries you. Gave me tools just to go and die. Try and make it out when the sun is comes up

Leo: Just the same way you showed me…Showed me

Leo: [Throws everything away from the table, holds onto a screwdriver] You showed me love! And the glory from above. Regard, my dear, my dear, my dear. ‘Cause it's all downhill from here.

Leo: [Looks towards the door] Remember life, yeah, remember how it was

Leo: [Looks back at picture of mom] I would climb trees. Rolling Stones, yeah, it all ends here. You can say what up to dead fam.

Say what up to Charles

Say what up to Carlo

Say what up to all the dead members there

Bending up my Nikes

Running out of serotonin, all good

Stealing fixing and building

All those materials

Leo: [Gripping screwdriver] Give me somethin' sweet, sweet!

Leo: [Throws screwdriver, tears form in his eyes] Freak, they all lied. Freak, yeah you lied. Yeah you lied about her, deadbeat. Thought I killed, thought she died, all of me

Leo: [Walks towards wall and slides down it, gripping onto picture of mom] That's the way every day goes. Every time we've no control.

Leo: [Tears fall down eyes] If the sky is pink and white. If the ground is black and yellow. It's the same way you showed me…Showed me

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #pjo hoo #pjo fandom #pjo #pjoverse #percy jackon and the olympians #musical theater

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could you do the obey me brothers with a mc who hasnt celebrated christmas for a long time so they completely brushed it off, but end up really excited and kind of teary eyed at seeing all the brothers celebrating with them?

sorry if this is worded in a confusing way, my brain is scrambled rn💀

Don’t even worry, fam. We all got those days. If I don’t get another request from you, then I wish you a Merry Christmas!

Lucifer

He knows all about Christmas and how it’s a big deal in the human world. He’s seen the huge Christmas Tree in Time Square (bro I wish). He’s witnessed all the traditions for it as well. What he’s surprised about is that you don’t give it any thought.

So what does he do? He asks you about it, of course! You explain that you haven’t really celebrated it in a while, so you just treated it like any other winter day. You didn’t give it much thought, but Lucifer was scheming and planning.

He got Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael, and his brothers on board. They were all going to surprise you with a Christmas party. They all agreed that you deserved it with all your hard work, after all.

So they all got to work. The oldest brother was impressed with everyone’s cooperation on this project, but he wasn’t gonna question or complain. He was the one that kept you out of the house all day as the others set the surprise up. He treated you to a nice lunch

When you came back, he opened the door for you. Upon that happening, you were attacked with the smell of gingerbread and peppermint. The house was completely decked out in decorations. Lucifer could feel his heart swell with pride as he heard you gasp out of pure shock and amazement, tears of joy leaking from your gorgeous eyes.

You went to hug the living daylights out of everyone. When everyone explained that it was your beloved Avatar of Pride’s idea to surprise you, you ran into his arms and pulled him into a kiss. Solomon used some magic to levitate some mistletoe over the both of you, and Asmo got the money shot. It would be a Christmas you could never forget.

Mammon

He has seen it all over Devilgram. Everyone was getting holiday pictures of their significant other or their families, and he can’t say that he wasn’t at least a tad bit jealous. Then he realized: you didn’t show any hype towards the holiday.

As a result, he decides that he’s gonna go out and buy you a bunch of presents. Whether you aren’t as enthusiastic or just had a bad experience, he’s gonna try and make this Christmas one you will remember forever.

He asks all of his brothers to get you to partake in typical Christmas activities. Sure, he wishes he was the one to build the gingerbread houses or help decorate the tree, but he put in the special request that he be the one to pick you up so you could put the star on the tree.

He had Asmo sending him half-hour updates on how you were doing. He grew a bit worried when he was receiving the messages that you looked a bit more downcast than usual. He knew that he had to hurry to get back to you.

Once he gets back to the HoL, he texts you and tells you to come outside. Once you open the door, you are met with your Avatar of Greed. He has the smuggest grin as he gives you some bags from a variety of different stores. You set them down and jumped into his arms, giving him a kiss.

While still carrying you, he marches you over to the tree, where he has to put you down and turn you around so that you are also facing the evergreen fir. He hands you the star, and he picks you up. You hold the tree in place as you put the star on the tree, where he looks up and sees that tears are streaming down your face and you are smiling.

Leviathan

Devilgram, Deviltube, even his freaking Email was flooded with Christmas deals on anime merchandise. He already bought the both of you a bunch of gifts, but he still felt as if something was missing. He realized that while he did buy you stuff, nothing was unique.

So he got to work. Night and day, he was working on his most precious and valuable present for you. You see, it was a romance simulator where you and he were the main love interests. There was only one ending, the ending where you both get so far in the relationship that he gets down on one knee on Christmas.

However, he knew that it would take you a while to get to that point. What he forgot about was that while he was working on this, he was neglecting you. You, as a result, grew sadder and sadder.

Once he deems it finished, he texts you to come to his room. When he sees that you were upset because of him, he feels horrible. On the plus side, he got you merch and made you a game that you should play… like right now.

He will have you sitting on his lap while you play. Please don’t look at his face, otherwise his already red face will become even redder. He loves seeing your surprise at the insane graphics and the great storyline.

He gets worried when tears start to fall out of your eyes. He asks you if you don’t like the gifts, but then you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a very long kiss. It took him a few minutes to actually reciprocate, but he was happy with this unexpected outcome.

Satan

Has most definitely read classic novels that detail family holiday celebrations, and most definitely wants to recreate the most romantic ones with you. He most definitely takes you out and gets a scope of the area.

He took you ice skating, which was quite the experience. You see, depending on your level of experience you both either danced on the rink with each other or he had your hands in his, leading you while also keeping you stable.

At one book store you both entered, the owner had put a branch of mistletoe over the door post. You and Satan both looked up and you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He made sure to close the door behind you.

What you didn’t know is that he knew what he was doing. Asmodeus was following you both, making sure to get the best pictures he could of the two of you in the moment rather than pausing it to preserve a smiling picture.

His plan was to get the film developed and make you a picture book that he has written, where under each picture, there was a reason why he loved you. 31 reasons, to be exact. For each of the days of December.

When he gave it to you at the end of the day on a bench, he grew a bit worried when he saw tears falling from your eyes. Then you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He was more than willing to continue, but considering you were out in public, he pulled away after a few seconds. You laid your head on his shoulder and you both just basked in each other’s company.

Asmodeus

He would take you to those places that have the Christmas themed photo backgrounds and take a whole bunch of pictures to post on his Devilgram. He even just sneaks some in-the-moment pictures to keep for himself. His camera roll is filled with photos of you.

Then he took you on a shopping spree. A lot of the shelves were empty because of other demons taking advantage of the Christmas discounts, but Asmo had already purchased all of your Christmas gifts. One of the cashiers had told you that you both make a cute couple.

You both made many memories that day. You spent it laughing and loving, and that’s how Asmo prefers it. So when you say that you haven’t celebrated Christmas in a long time, he was astonished. He’s a party animal, so he had the Shocked Pickachu face.

Once you both went back to the House of Lamentation, he sat you down in the living room and went to his room to retrieve your gifts from under his bed. He got you a lot of stuff that he wrapped in very fancy and elegant wrapping paper. But he knew which one he would give you first.

Going back to the living room, he placed the item in your lap. It was a teddy bear that was holding a heart, with ‘I love you, Y/N’ stitched into it. It was a simple gift, but to know that he went through the trouble of stitching the message…

He grew panicked when he saw the tears falling. However, every ounce of fear that he felt was washed away when you pulled him into a big hug. You uttered a small thank you through sniffles and he understood that they were tears of joy.

Beelzebub

Would love to spend the day in the kitchen with you. Have you ever heard the phrase, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”? Well, this is proved true with this guy. He would watch you bake cookies and would help you decorate them.

Whenever he looks at you, he has hearts in his eyes. He’s just so down bad for you. He also loves when you smile, so he’ll swipe some icing on your nose. That starts an icing war between the two of you, which ends up in the two of you spending 30 minutes cleaning.

When you both went to the living room to relax, he pulled you close to him and started cuddling the heck out of you. As you were cuddling, you both conversed about how you both celebrated the holidays in years past.

He was a bit shocked when you say you didn’t really celebrate for a long time. He then remembered that you said it in passing a little bit ago. He also remembered that he got you a couple of gifts while he was out eating, so he carried you to his room.

There, he handed you your presents one by one. They weren’t anything big, but they were sentimentally valuable. First was a pair of matching bracelets so that you’re always connected somehow. Next was a bunch of snacks he purchased. As he handed you the presents, he noticed that your hand started to shake.

He looked into your face and saw that you were on the verge of crying. He was about to ask what was wrong before you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him into a kiss. He was taken by surprise, to say the least, but melted into it after a second.

Belphegor

Doesn’t want to go anywhere. He would rather sleep the day away with you. However, humans need food so he walks to the kitchen with you. Like Beel, he would watch as you made some Christmas themed meal for the both of you.

Before, he never knew how Lilith could love such a weak being. However, he changed. Now he’s staring at you with a lovesick gaze and grin, thanking the stars for letting him be this lucky. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, grateful to have you in his life.

You lean back in his grasp, and you both are just talking about anything and everything that came to mind in the moment. Every few seconds, you turn your head and give him a kiss. If anyone walked in, they would walk out so as to not disturb this moment.

When you say that it’s been a while since you’ve celebrated the holiday season, he has a subtle smirk. You see, he already knows because he’s heard you say it before. He’s prepared for this months in advance.

He had a little space on a hill all set up for a picnic under the stars. He had little fairy lights wrapped around the trees to give off a fair amount of light. But he grew panicked when you started crying but you just pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering a small thank you.

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special christmas episode | valorant protocol

how you experienced christmas within the valorant headquarters

notes: hc style with images right after, not proofread bc it's hella rushed– will edit soon

a.n: literally started writing this five hours before christmas. I suddenly realized I haven't whipped a christmas special yet 💀 hope you guys enjoy and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

previous : next

THE START OF THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Brimstone is actually a big fan of holidays

loves celebrating it, loves seeing everyone at the table

Christmas is one of his favourites

Plans to throw a party before sending everyone for their short vacation

the 'white christmas' theme is obviously out of the picture

headquarters is literally within a tropical island. . .with a volcano.

despite that, even without snow– christmas is christmas

first task of the christmas celebrations: decorating.

majority of the agents love this part

but there's one thing they hate about it

getting the artificial tree from the stockroom

cue jett, phoenix, and yoru fighting about it

"why don't you get it, I thought you're the strongest one around here." Jett spats out

"I am." Yoru frowned. "But my strength is not worth. . .this. Are you insulting me??"

But then. . .Brimstone remembered what your radiant abilities were

"Gaia."

Brimstone eyed you intensely as he sat with his elbows on his desk, fingers intertwined and pressing them against his upper lip.

"Ye-Yes, Captain?" You sweatdropped, trying to avert from your leader's firm gaze.

'What's with this weird atmosphere. . .'

"Can you do it?"

Your eyebrows shot upwards, mouth parting slightly.

". . .Do what, exactly–" is he asking what you think he's asking? "–Captain. . .?"

"A pine tree."

"Huh?"

"Can you do it?"

What.

Did you just hear him right?

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Wait– Hold on a sec, Captain." You thought he was gonna ask you to hide a body or something, "Let me get this straight—"

Brimstone didn't react much, he continued to just stare at you.

"You're asking me. . . If I can make a pine tree?" You questioned. "Is that right?"

Finally, your captain moved from his position.

"That is correct." He nodded, putting down his forearms on his desk. "So, can you do it?"

"Of course I can," You grinned awkwardly, still a little confused about where this is going. "But. . .why?"

Turns out it was already the month of December, you couldn't believe how time flies so fast, you swore you were just celebrating Halloween a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, Brimstone requested you to make a pine tree in the common room where the Christmas party will be held soon, and honestly? You were kind of excited.

You love celebrations as much as Brimstone does, but mostly because there will be lots of good food laid out once again.

"Is it true?!" Jett bursted through the common room with excitement filling her smile, "Gaia's making a pine tree?!"

Sage, Raze, and Killjoy were already in the room with you, waiting for you to work your magic.

Reyna sat quietly by the bar, sipping her purple drink peacefully with a pinch of interest towards the situation while Chamber– who's wiping a glass behind the bar looked at you with a hint of glee in his eyes.

Omen casually sat on the couch knitting away, only glancing towards the scene in front of him every now and then.

"I was just about to." You chuckled hands already raised in the direction where you plan to create the tree.

"Perfect timing," Killjoy chirped before motioning her hand to Jett. "Come, come!"

The wind radiant eagerly made her way next to Sage.

"Oh man, I love watching you use your power." Jett comments. "So magical."

"Agreed." Sage nodded.

"Alright fam, you sure this one's a good spot?" You asked for the last time.

"Yup."

"Yes."

"Absolutely!"

You sighed, shaking your hands, "Here we go then."

Using your radiance, your palms glowed green. The ground of your target space started to rumble just a bit before breaking and sprouting a small pine tree.

"Woah." Jett gasped in amusement.

Raze tried to hold a giggle bubbling from her throat

"That's so cute."

"Tell me when you're satisfied with it, okay?" You say before making the tree grow and sprout its leaves.

Everyone in the common room watched as the tree bloomed beautifully.

"Wait, stop!" Jett exclaimed and you did, the green glow on your palms fading. "That's the most perfect tree I've ever seen."

And just like that, there's an actual pine tree in the common room. Not an artificial one, a real one.

"Oh look, it even sprouted some pinecones." Sage pointed out, grinning delightfully.

"Ah, it smells wonderful too." Killjoy sighed as the aroma of fresh pine started to creep into the space.

"Welp, what are you guys waiting for?" You grinned. "Time to decorate!"

Just as you said those words, Phoenix entered the room, his eyes glancing at the tree by the corner before doing a double take.

"Wha–," His eyes widened. "Where did that come from?"

"Gaia made it." Jett responded. "Cool, right?"

"Uh–"

"Oi, what's the hold-up? Get your ass out of the way," A male voice grunts from behind Phoenix, a very familiar blue jacket peeking. It was Yoru, and he's carrying the artificial tree that he got from the stockroom due to Phoenix's insistent pestering, the tree blocking his vision upfront.

"Um, Yoru?"

"What?" The riftwalker spats out, clearly annoyed from carrying the tree.

Phoenix laughs nervously

"So uh, funny story. . ."

TROPICAL CHRISTMAS

You requested everyone to put a personal ornament on the tree

And you even grew some mistletoes and wreaths for everyone to decorate.

It was fun decorating

You all finished dressing up the common room that same day as well

The room looked magical, especially at night when the Christmas lights are all on

Holiday dinner will be in the next few days

So before that, you all decided to take on the 'tropical christmas' theme and have a day out on the island

A beach episode within a christmas episode

Even Viper agreed to get some sun in her system

Sage, Neon, and Jett dragged you along with them in picking swimsuits

"Oh! I bet this looks cute on you, Gaia!"

You tried on at least ten swimsuits that day

The girls coaxing you to show more skin and be more confident

"Gaia, I think you'd have Sova drooling if you wear this–"

"Neon!"

"Sova? You mean Chamber?"

"Sage, not you too–"

"You think Omen would knit you a biki–"

"Jett, stop!"

Cue you turning fifty shades of red

Today was a beautiful day.

The sun wasn't too harsh on the eyes nor its heat was too much on the skin. The sea was sparkling clear with a tint of blue that makes you feel refreshed as soon as you jump right in.

Breach and Brimstone were surprisingly getting along at the grilling station, chatting and watching over the others at the shore.

Jett and Phoenix were already playing some beach volleyball against Yoru and Skye, both teams were clearly riled up with their own competitiveness with Neon keeping score.

The two lovebirds– Raze and Killjoy were making their sand-snowman. . .sandman, on one side, gathering seashells and washed up sticks and branches for the sandman's body parts.

Reyna peacefully lays on her deck chair under an umbrella, dark shades covering her eyes with a refreshing drink in her hand with Viper doing the same next to her.

Astra and Sage stood near the grilling station, preparing some snacks and refreshments for everyone to enjoy.

"Is Gaia not here yet?" Sova asked aloud, just stepping out of the water wearing blue trunks with his muscular upper body confidently exposed, he slicked his long wet hair back, biceps flexing as his eyes wandered around looking for you.

Sova lets out an teasing grin, reaching out for his towel from a deck chair.

"She'll be here any minute now," Sage said with a smile before chuckling. "She must be shy because if her swimsuit."

Sage made sure to find you the perfect swimwear that not only matches your skin tone but also greatly compliments your body.

"Did you actually get her in one?"

Absolutely not doubting the idea of you getting into a bikini.

"Ah, you do not know the struggles we faced in forcing her into one." Sage said in a playful tone.

"I don't want to ruin your expectations but," Chamber's voice chimed in, he was sitting on a deck chair next to Sova's wearing swimming trunks and an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt exposing his lean upper body.

"Isn't that Gaia over there, approaching us?" The french man's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Personally, I like what I'm seeing."

Following his direction the two looked to their left and immediately saw you.

Sova lets out a laugh and Sage's mouth fell.

"Oh my. . ."

"LET'S GOOO!" You shrieked from afar as you started to run towards the water.

You were literally wearing a black and white striped t-shirt and swimming shorts (yes, like the one from. . .idk old old times) with a bright yellow duck ring floatie around your waist and more floaters on your upper arms. Bright pink goggles already covering your eyes, kicking off your slippers as you neared the shore.

You didn't waste any precious time in jumping into the refreshing waters.

"Was that Gaia?" Brimstone asked.

"Yes. . ." Sage answered with an empty smile. "Out of everything we bought for her. . ."

Astra lets out a light-hearted laugh, "Well, what do you expect from our mother earth."

"Yo! Gaia's finally here." Phoenix announced from the volleyball area. "Chicken fight!"

"I've got the water guns over there!" Jett dashed towards her deck chair.

"Oi! Are we just forgetting this fight?" Yoru frowned, fire still in his eyes to play volleyball.

"Who cares bro, we were gonna win anyway." Phoenix said smugly.

"Why you–" Yoru went after him towards the water. "Get back here!"

"Hey, wait for me!" Neon excitedly dashed her way to the water as well.

Sova put down his towel before running towards the sea, "I call Gaia's team!"

"Not if I get to her first." Chamber suddenly said, running alongside the russian man.

Watching you already enjoy yourself in the water, the two were so close to you when suddenly, out of nowhere, you were raised from the water.

"Ah!" You squealed grabbing a hold of what seemed to be. . . Shoulders?

"Omen?"

". . .I wish to participate." He states in his deep voice, carrying you on his shoulders with his head in between your thighs. Jett and Phoenix had just joined in the waters as well with Yoru hot on their trail.

Chamber and Sova almost tripped to a stop.

"Merde."

"Гавно."

"Not fast enough huh?" Cypher teasingly mused at the two obviously looked distraught. Sova gave him a weird look.

"Why are you still wearing your work clothes." Sova comments.

From afar, Viper slipped on her shades.

"The children are getting noisier. . ." Viper uttered to herself.

"Lighten up, Viper." Reyna smiles, sipping her drink.

"Today is a great day."

HOLIDAY DINNER

You know what time it is: Cooking time

This time with Jett

This is going to be grand feast for sure

Sova tried to help again like before

Got blocked by Sage though

"I just want to help." Cue cute pleading face Sova

"Sure you do, friend." Sage dismissed, knowing another person might come by as well

It's already a little crowded in the kitchen

Finished a little earlier making dinner

Jett turned a little bit like Gordon Ramsay while cooking

"Where's the sauce??"

"Shit– uh, I'll make it right now."

"Double time, Gaia!"

"Y-Yes chef."

By Brimstone's royal decree, the dinner is now deemed: formal.

Everyone has to wear something formal

Thank gods you have more time to prepare.

You had just finished doing your hair and make-up when you suddenly heard a soft knock on the door.

Quickly getting up, you smoothed over the skirt of your dress and and cleared your throat.

"Come in."

The door slid open and you were face to face with–

"Ah, Chamber." You smiled. "What a nice surprise."

The man looked exquisite with his all-black suit, as always his hair was neat and slick, and that familiar scent of his cologne was starting to waft around your room.

Chamber stepped into your room before gently taking hold of your right hand.

"Ma chèrie," He smiles charmingly. "You look wonderful tonight."

You wore a short yet elegant cream-colored dress with puff sleeves partnered with a big bow styling your loose half up half down hair.

Bending slightly, he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"As do you, monsieur." You grinned. "What brings you here."

"Well," the man sighs, straightening his posture once again. "I would like to have the honor of escorting you, ma belle."

You gave him a light chuckle, "It's just dinner, Chamber It's okay."

He then went to your side and stuck iut his arm.

"But if you insist." You smiled, accepting his offer as you wrapped your hand around his bicep, feeling it tense just a bit as you did.

"I'll take that offer."

As the two of you entered, almost everyone was already there.

"Oh, what's this that I see?" Phoenix grinned. "Gaia and Chamber are finally here!"

Your friends came to greet you as they slowly peeled you from Chamber's hold, complimenting your look and chatting you away from his grasp much to the french man's dismay.

"Well, I'll consider this your redemption from that swimsuit you wore three days ago." Sage joked, linking her arm with yours. "Your dress is adorable! Where did you get it?"

"Your bow reminds me of that old disney movie," Raze comments. "I think it was the little mermaid?" She turned to Killjoy for confirmation and her lover nods.

"Yup, the little mermaid."

You gave them a bright grin, "Thank you, my loves. You all look wonderful as well."

Sage wore a long and flowy baby blue dress while Killjoy and Raze wore matching white suits that were styled to match their own aesthetic.

"Sorry I'm late, everyone." Your eyes turned towards the door and found your mentor at the entrance.

"Woah. . ." You accidentally slipped under your breath

Sova came in wearing a tight black fitted button-up partnered with a dark blue blazer and slacks.

"Sova!" You greeted him with a wave, instantly gaining his attention, he gave you a smile before walking towards your direction.

Sage smiles coyly, pulling you a bit in place, "Ah, excuse us for a moment, Gaia."

"Oh yeah sure."

"Wait hold on I need to ask–" Killjoy was cut off by Sage ushering them out of the scene.

"Later, laterrr."

Exactly when the three of them had gone, Sova had reached you.

"Gaia, you look lovely." He compliments with a soft smile.

"Thank you, you look–" Your eyes accidentally darted towards his chest, catching yourself off guard from the sudden action, you quickly looked up– heart beating a little fast.

"You look dashing."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sova utters, a little out of breath. "I went to your room but I guess you already left."

"Ah, yeah," You chuckled shortly, "Chamber came in and asked if he could escort me."

Sova raised an eyebrow, "Did he?"

"Yup, he's right over there now." You nodded your head towards his direction, Sova following your gaze and locked eyes with the weapons designer.

Chamber gave him a smirk before lifting his champagne glass to your direction slightly.

"We're just waiting for Brim, then we can all finally eat." You comment with a sigh, looking over to the buffet of food laid out on the table. "Damn, I wanna eat already. What's taking him so lo–"

"Gaia."

"Hm?"

You gazed up to Sova with an innocent look, "What is it."

The man didn't say anything, instead he merely glanced up.

"Huh. . ?" Confused, you looked up, eyes widening as you saw what was above the two of you.

'Ah. . .' You could feel your cheeks starting to get hot as you looked at Sova with wide eyes.

Above your heads, there was a mistletoe.

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That side character i said yesterday was.....

The one,

The only

*drumroll*

Not Spooky...

But

Bruner!

Yep, hes the 'certain side char' that literally no one was waiting for!

Now you definitely are not thinking, Why Bruner? Well, im gonna tell ya whether you like to or not! Cuz you can skip anyway! Theres a TL;DR by the way...

(TL;DR is 'too long; didnt read')

Anyways, the reason that the certain dude is Bruner is cuz he's actually part of the lore! Not a big role, but he kind of plays a part in Helly's past.

Wondering why? You probably arent, but, yk how in the pilot episode of RoboPoli, Bruner was supposed to be part of the rescue team?

Im not trying to say that he was an ex-rescuer, im trying to say that when Helly was still RPTA (Rescuer Training and Preparation Academy, ill talk about it in a diff post), One of Helly's coach's mentioned something about Bruner being a past-student there but dropped out.

Now, in the RPTA, its normal for students to drop out due to the inability to keep up, not everyone's a rescuer!

But Bruner was different, Bruner was doing just fine in the RPTA, he was good at the training, he could keep up. But one day, he just.... left.

Bruner's only explanation about his dropout was, 'Rescuing isnt for me.' After that, his whereabouts were unknown, they thought he went back to his hometown, unfortunately the academy had no info on Bruner's family to know if that were true. So of course he would be remembered by the trainers and coaches of the RPTA.

The way Helly knew about Bruner was like what I said, a coach mentioned Bruner at some point and Helly just so happened to remember it. Bruner was also a common example that the trainers used for the students. What i mean by that is the trainers record their students, Bruner's recordings were usually used and sometimes they would tell the students a bit about Bruner. There is also a file of Bruner somewhere in the faculty room...

Enough about the RPTA, I'll be telling you about Bruner himself!

Bruner was actually very popular during his RPTA times, which kind of the reason he's a lil selfish and loves praise. Honestly, he was probably popular cuz he liked to sneak away to private places to play ball...

Now as to why he dropped out, its because he never wanted to be a rescuer to begin with!

Yeah, he didnt wanna! So why is he even IN the RPTA to begin with?

Well, thats because of his family tree!

His fathers side of the family is a whole line of rescuers, so Bruner was forced to become a rescuer to keep the family tradition going.

Bruner always wanted to be an architect/builder, so when he was forced into training his entire childhood to get accepted, he obviously hated it! Sure, everyone in the academy was nice, but being a rescuer was not what he wanted to be! He may like the attention rescuers get, but he doesn't want THAT much attention, it would be too much for him!

So by the time he was 18, he dropped out of the RPTA to run away and pursue his dream.

The place he ran to, the one and only Broomstown of course! However, his family does not know anything about Bruner's whereabouts... The only ones who know are his cousin's (Aka, Bruny's) family which is on his mother's side. Bruner also got most of his genetics from her side. Bruner trusted them because it was his auntie and cousins that played builder with him, and they didnt care about what Bruner would be, they also promised not to tell!

So thats it, Bruner's story! I guess he's kind of the only one with a proper backstory... But hey, at least he has one, ya know?

Heres the TL;DR -

Bruner used to train to be rescuer, didnt wanna, ran away to Broomstown and his family dunno except cousin's fam (Bruny). Helly heard of Bruner cuz trainers talk abt him sometimes back when he (Helly) was in training.

#robocar poli #robocar poli helly #robocar poli bruner #gijinka #robocar poli gijinka au #woah #lore drop #backstory lore 😱#robocar poli art

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Aftermath--Chapter One

Summary:

Raymond Chestnut gets a harsh surprise when he realizes the body in his living room isn't actually dead. Now he has a severely injured white man, who tried to kill him, to deal with. Thankfully he knows a friend who might be able to help.

Lorelei was used to people coming to her for medical attention. But when Raymond brings Otto to her home, nothing could prepare for how her life was about to change.

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Well, if you followed me like... 3-4 years ago, you may remember I was quite into the Swedes from The Umbrella Academy...

I never got over them to be honest.

So here we are, I am proving my screen name yet again with a rewrite of an old story! That I never finished! But hey, my writing skill have definitely improved.

For those unfamiliar, go watch season 2 of the Umbrella Academy. The blonde assassins? Those were the boys that inspired the rise of ol' Ikea Mafia Fam. As well as the following story in which a white woman born in the 80's tries to write the perspective of a poc woman in the 60s. (and prays she is not being offensive in any way and begs forgiveness if she is.)

Also:

Herb did not, in fact, take away the dead body of the Swede Assassin.

It was still laying in Raymond's living room, long after everyone else had disappeared in flashes of blue lights. Wrapped tightly in the rug his sister had gifted him and Allison on their wedding day.

Silent.

Foreboding.

Raymond watched the unmoving figure as he sipped at his scotch. There was no way in hell he could move it by himself. And who could he trust to ask for help to move it?

To move him, Raymond reminded himself harshly. It wasn't an it, it was a ‘him.’ That was a human body resting in his living room.

Who, admittedly, had tried to kill him and Allison. But still, Raymond could at least acknowledge him as a fellow human. After all, Raymond had tried so hard to be the respectful and peaceful man his grandmother raised him to be. Even when faced with the violence because of his involvement with the protests, or being unfairly treated time after time because of racism, he never raised so much as a hand to another human being.

He shouldn't try to deny another man his humanity, even if he was a dead would-be murderer.

But he was still stuck with a dead white man in his living room. It didn't matter that the man and his brother had forced their way into their home (his home, now that Allison was gone, but he didn't want to deal with that heartache on top of everything) with intent to kill both of them.

All the law would see was a white man dead in a colored man's house.

He would go to prison… No. He was going to be lynched for this. Old-fashioned hung from a tree for the whole city to see.

Raymond tipped the rest of the scotch back and poured another full glass as the liquid burned its way to his stomach. All of his work, gone. He had abandoned his education and teaching position so he could do his part for the Civil Rights movement. He had hoped he could do some good.

And instead, he had made things worse.

It was probably a good thing Allison had…left to be with her family. It was comforting to know she was safe and alive somewhere somewhen. A small, cold, comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

His lips touched the glass for another swig when he heard it. A noise so soft and quiet he was sure he had imagined it. Still, it made him freeze, his body tense as he held his breath, eyes darting to the rug.

No. The man was dead. It had been hours since the attack. There was no way he could be somehow still alive.

Raymond shook his head, deciding it was probably just the house settling, and shot back the drink once more, feeling the burn in his throat match the burn of his eyes. His whole life had just ended. It wouldn't be long before he would join…

His somber thoughts were cut off by another sound, this one unmistakable.

A groan of pain.

Raymond startled and jumped to his feet, throwing his glass out of reflex towards the body, which grunted as the glass bounced off the rug and shattered on the floor. He grabbed a butterknife off the table and held it towards the body; the cutlery shaking in his hand as he stared at the body.

But there was only silence. For what felt like hours, Raymond stood frozen yet mentally daring it to do something. Anything. If it did, he would… he would…

The rug moved as another groan cut through the heavy silence. There was no doubting the haggard breathing and muffled moan of pain that quickly increased in both volume and frequency. Raymond cursed every foul word his grandmother would've washed his mouth out for and ran back to the kitchen to grab an actual knife. The long thick butcher’s knife his wife had used so skillfully once upon a time.

He pushed that thought away and stalked back to the living room, gripping the wooden handle tightly in his shaking hand. Raymond towered over the rug, knife poised to strike where he assumed the man’s chest was. He had to do something swift. Otherwise…

Otherwise what? He was already a deadman walking.

The knife clattered harmlessly to the floor as Raymond regained his senses. He was going to die either way, but wouldn't it be better to die innocent than guilty? Not just for his soul, but for the Civil Rights movement? His brother and sisters?

Raymond dropped to his knees and desperately undid the knots he and Allison had tied, allowing the rug to fall open. The man's face was no longer placid with death, but grimacing in pain, pale lips pursed as he sucked in haggard breaths. Blood was caked dry around the remains of his right eye, dark purple and black bruises colored his neck, while the rest of his skin was as pale as his blond hair.

"Hey, uh buddy," Raymond said as he placed a hand on his shoulder, earning a painful grunt that caused him to yank his hand away. "Right. Sorry. Let's… let's get you to a hospital." Except questions would be asked, and Raymond would definitely be arrested.

But… what if there was a chance he could avoid that? Someone that could help him and the man before him.

"Actually, on second thought..."

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Lorelei groaned as she fell into the old couch, slipping off her shoes and rubbing the ache from her feet. The third twelve-hour shift in a row at the hospital had left the young nurse sore and exhausted. This week had been crazy between the street shooting and the asylum patients escaping.

Then there was the man found in the woods. She grimaced at the memory of being briefed by the operating room's recovery nurse as she was assigned to John Doe for the rest of her shift because the white nurse had been overwhelmed and needed help (nevermind the black's unit had been just as understaffed before they had dragged her away). Even though the nurse had rattled off the injuries--including the traumatic amputation of his leg-- seeing the young man as white as the sheets, covered in bandages, left her heart sore.

Dr. Wilson and his team had done their best, but they all had their doubts. No one knew how long the man had been in the woods, wounded. It had been a miracle he hadn't bled to death. But there had been plenty of time for sepsis to set in.

Lorelei's eyes were starting to drift shut when somebody desperately knocked at the front door; hard and frantic enough to rattle the glass panes of the windows. Her eyes shot back open and she jumped up out of instinct, her heart thundering in her chest as she stumbled around the coffee table to open the door.

She knew it was going to be an emergency, knew that she should expect anything, but yet she wasn't prepared for Raymond Chestnut to be standing on her old porch, a man nearly twice his size leaning heavily on him with an ill-fitting tan suit covered in blood.

A very pale, very white man.

"What the hell?" she started, automatically shifting to the white man's side, having to lift his arm to sling it over her shoulder to help support his weight.

People coming to her was no surprise. It was normal for her the way people in their neighborhood would knock on her door for help, ranging from childhood bumps and bruises, injuries from teenagers getting into fights, and other emergencies.

But that was from people in their neighborhood-- which was very much a black community. And while she was about as white-passing as they could get-- barely passing the paper-bag test most days--her skin was still far darker than the man she helped Raymond half-drag inside.

Her stomach curdled at the wounds she saw, though the bloody mess of an eye was probably the worst. One slight touch to the unconscious man's cheek and he snarled as he shifted away, his other eye fluttering beneath its closed eyelid. "Shit. We need to get him to a hospital, Ray!"

"I know!" he hissed back, keeping his voice low despite the fact the door was closed and no one else in the old two-story house but them. "But can you imagine me pulling in the ER with him like this? I'd be lynched by dawn!"

"What even happened?" She asked, noticing the darkening bruise around his neck. Without hesitating she quickly undid the silk tie and ripped the white shirt open. There was no mistaking the shadowing of hand-prints that wrapped around his neck. Obviously not an accident, but if Raymond got in a fight, and one serious enough to do this kind of damage, why would he bring the man here?

Nevermind that Raymond was as pacifistic as it got, and she couldn't see him doing this. Hell, even if Raymond was fighting for his life, she doubted he could cause this kind of damage.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said with a dry tone, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hell, I barely believe it, and I lived through it."

She shot him a look, "I worked in the ER on a full moon on Halloween this year. Try me."

Before he could begin, however, she stood and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Raymond could hear the faucet running as she rummaged through drawers, and within a minute she was back with a basin of water and more than a few washcloths. "Well?" She snipped as she soaked a washcloth and wrung it out before starting to work on the caked blood around his eye, making the man hiss and flinch but not wake up.

"Him and his brother came to my house and attacked Ally and I. Allison did that," he gestured to the eye covered by a washcloth, "before telling his brother to kill him. Which I certainly thought he did when he strangled him, but…obviously not. So, here we are."

Lorelei paused and looked at him, confused and sure Raymond was lying to her. In fact, she was about to call out bullshit when she noticed the solemn look on his face. Raymond was a poor liar, and there was no way he could lie about something like this when he could barely keep a straight face about who had stolen the collards out of her abysmal attempt at a garden.

Yet there was nothing but complete honesty when he met her gaze, making her swear under her breath.

Allison, while always a bit different and headstrong for sure, was still a lady. Lorelei had a hard time seeing the hairdresser stabbing someone. Granted, being attacked in her own home would make anyone lash out.

But the attempted strangulation? And she told the man’s brother to do so, and then he apparently followed through with her command? How? Why?

As perplexing as the mystery was, right now it didn't matter. She had a patient to tend to, the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ did really matter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and shifted to stand. "Come on, let's get him back in your car and get him to the hospital. We can say we found him on my doorstep like this. Dr. Cahoy is working tonight, and..."

The man's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Lorelei's wrist tightly, making her freeze and Raymond tense. The man's other eye was open and staring hard at her, the soft blue somehow violent. "No," he said, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper.

"No?" She repeated, incredulous. "I can't treat the trauma to that eye. We need to take you to the hospital."

"No," he repeated, his hand tightening slightly, his fingers easily encompassing her small wrist. For a moment, Lorelei feared he would pop her wrist out of joint. Yet after a brief moment his grip relaxed, though he didn't let go.

"You do realize you could lose your eye," Lorelei started, mentally adding 'if you haven't already.' The bloody mess concealed most of the damage, but she feared the worst already. Eyes couldn’t take a lot of damage before becoming blind, or needing to be removed. And, well, this one had been rather severely damaged.

The man stayed silent, his gaze not leaving hers. There wasn't an ounce of fear or worry in his expression. Just stubbornness and acceptance. "Fine," she sighed, giving in. "But in return for my services, you have to promise not to go after Ray and Allie, okay? Or any negro for that matter."

That was a big bluff for her to take, trying to demand that a white man make her a promise? Yet instead of being incensed, his gaze glanced briefly at Raymond before his eye fluttered close and he let go of her in apparent agreement.

Lorelei stood, rubbing her wrist as she mulled her options. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. White men could get the care they need at the drop of a hat. They could get quality care no matter where they went. She needed to save her stores for those not so fortunate.

Yet something in her gut was leading her towards an idea that there was something was not quite right with the situation beyond the obvious. He only said one word, but there was a definite accent to it, and not one she was familiar with either. Her gut was telling her that she had to help him, and not just dump him off at the nearest ER.

"Ray, start boiling some water. Grab the pack of gauze and gloves under the sink too."

Raymond didn't ask any questions but nodded his head and followed her directions. Lorelei sighed as she touched the man's shoulder, making him crack open his good eye once more. "I'm serious here,” she continued softly yet firm. “I am not a doctor. I can do my best, but I doubt I can do anything to save your eye. You need a hospital."

"No," he repeated, though this time softer. Almost apologetic, as if he understood the moral quandary he was putting her through. Which, sympathy from a white man was just about as unbelievable as the rest of this.

She pushed the thought away. "Do you have any plans to hurt Ray or Allie?"

"...no." he closed his eye, becoming stoic but not before she saw a flash of something. Anguish? Regret? Or just pain?

"I'm holding you to that.” She didn’t much care about herself, but she wanted to protect her old friend and his wife. “Now, give me a name I can call you-- I don't need to be your real one," she continued as he looked at her strangely. "I just need a name you'll answer to."

"...Otto." That time she caught the accent but still didn't have an idea of where. Definitely not any of the local American drawls. Maybe that was why he was so much kinder than the usual white.

"Well, Otto, I'm Lorelei,” she returned with a tight smile. “And this is probably going to hurt like a son of a bitch."

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onigiri-dorkk · 11 months

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Attack on Titan AOE vs. Final Fantasy VII Remake/Rebirth Parallels

Alright fam. This is my ultimate multi-fandom post! This will go out to fellow AOT x FFVII fans -- especially those who have been looking into the AOT/ANR theories regarding AOE.

Obviously there will be heavy spoilers for both Attack on Titan as well as for Final Fantasy VII (OG and Remake).

Recently I've dived into the theory and lore to FFVII and a LOT of it lines up with what's been theorized for AOT regarding different medias being different timelines for one entire story:

For AOT, the manga is theorized to be a different timeline than the anime.

For FFVII, the original game (OG) is now officially implied to be a different parallel timeline than the current Remake.

In AOT, Eren and Paradis Island's fate from the Manga ending is death, that Paradis is still destroyed despite everything he does to prevent that. In the Manga, he reaches 80% Rumbling and then dies by Mikasa's hands; a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to allow Mikasa, Armin and friends to be heroes and live long lives (which they do) and for Paradis to survive -- however the cycle of hatred still continues on when Paradis is bombed, negating most of what he acted towards.

Before I get into this next part, let me also mention that the Cabin dream is implied to be a previous or parallel timeline -- in this, we see Eren die; his eyes slowly close, fading to black to his peaceful death as Mikasa says, "See you later, Eren..." which directly reflects the beginning pages of the manga of the moments and words he sees just before he wakes up underneath the tree. In other words, when Eren dies in Cabin timeline, he awakens to what we know to be the Manga timeline. It's a peaceful wakeup, sitting up against the tree as he had been sitting at the Cabin during death. He doesn't cry -- he only wonders why Mikasa's hair was long (because when he saw her last in Cabin timeline, her hair was short). Then the manga story ensues, leading up to his inevitable death by Mikasa beheading him -- a violent, gruesome death in the Manga...

...To which he wakes up in the Anime, in fright and shock, laying down on the ground with his head laying directly where Mikasa had laid his headstone in the Manga post-war, as if he'd just woken from his violent death in manga.

This is very similar to what is actually happening (not just theorizing) with FFVII right now.

In the original (OG) game, Aerith is killed by Sephiroth while trying to save Midgar/the world from Meteor destruction, then her soul is essentially absorbed into the Lifestream. In the end, Cloud defeats Sephiroth (who also goes into Lifestream), but in the process, Midgar is still completely destroyed by the Meteor as it was too late to completely save everything, even if the rest of the world was saved.

There are already some parallels here:

Rumbling = Meteor. The world is saved, but still experienced mass destruction. Lifestream = somewhat like Paths, allowing people to transcend time/space/etc.

However a big thing paralleling AOT theories is that the FFVII OG game ends with Aerith (remember, she was killed), surrounded by Lifestream energy, closing her eyes... Then the Remake game opening with Aerith, surrounded by Lifestream energy, opening her eyes as it leads to the new game unfolding.

Aerith woke up in a new timeline.

And there is plenty of evidence throughout the Part I that shows that she knows what is fated to happen based on the OG game/previous timeline:

She knows details about Cloud even though he didn't share/she acts like she already knows him well.

She gives him a flower because he's a 'special' customer, and says that the flower is a symbol for when lovers reunite.

She knew that the Plate would fall and destroy Sector 7, even though Tifa and Cloud were doubtful, but she couldn't tell them. (Tifa: "Aerith... What are you not telling me?")

She knew Tifa wanted her to save Marlene, even before Tifa even said it

In the special cut scene between Cloud and Aerith, she tells him with sadness that everyone dies eventually. And she advises Cloud to never fall in love with her (because she knows how that tragically ended in the original). She KNOWS she's fated to die.

And these are ALL differences from the OG game -- Aerith didn't have any of these reactions, dialogue, thoughts, sentiments before. She is implied to be operating in Remake with the knowledge of how things ended before: that she would be killed, that Midgar would still be destroyed, that Sephiroth would still be alive.

Except this time, with all that knowledge of OG fate, Aerith is now trying to actively veer things away from the tragic fate and destiny laid out before them. (Side note, Whispers are also game-original and are trying to reel things back to fate/destiny. Also, Sephiroth, being part of Lifestream from OG, is also operating with the knowledge that he failed in the OG. Like Aerith, Sephiroth is trying to change destiny.)

And if that isn't enough yet to convince you that it's a different FFVII timeline... ZACK IS ALIVE. They show him make it out of the battle that killed him before. It is an entirely new journey. (I will cry if/when Zack and Aerith reunite)

Now we circle around right back to AOT.

Like Aerith, Anime Eren is theorized to know how things ended in the Manga: his death, Paradis' destruction, etc. He gained this knowledge when he kissed Historia's hand (in both anime and manga), gaining access to memories of the future... and of the past. But not just memories of the Anime timeline. Founding Titan Eren is interconnected with Paths, the way Aerith is to Lifestream, both of which surpass time itself, as we've seen with Eren/Zeke traveling through his memories. (There's a lot of imagery alluding to Manga art intertwined with Anime, but that's a sub-sub-sub-theory)

There is also a side theory that Aerith transferred memories to Red XIII (as she pressed her hand to his forehead upon meeting) because he was already most attuned to the Lifestream itself, and he becomes her aid almost. Likewise, there is a fun theory regarding Eren using Falco as a messenger/Falco receives memories from Eren (which is why in Anime, Falco recalls memories of 'flying around with swords'... Which couldn't have come from Ymir Freckles. You can only see memories once you HAVE the Titan shifter; Falco at the beginning of S4E1 was still just Falco. Falco has also already been used as a messenger of Eren's letters. Falco is also one of the most neutral characters who shows empathy and understanding of both sides. He is a special character. If AOE happens as theorized, many think Falco will play an important role)

Now there is a certain tragic ending that we think Isayama has been alluding to for forever. I'm not gonna say it here because some of you will get triggered over attachment to certain characters/ships and whatnot. But the core of it is that we think Eren is going to do things very differently to change the fate and destiny -- that maybe, instead of choosing others over his freedom, instead of only committing 80% Rumbling (leaving enough people to lead to the demise of Paradis)... Maybe Eren will even choose his freedom this time via 100% rumbling, etc.

Honestly, who knows! There may be an entirely new ending that's the best of both worlds for every single fan. (...Sarcastic, though, because not everyone can or will be pleased. Even for FFVII, OG purists are frustrated by it veering off.)

I do not believe AOT Anime is going to end the same way the Manga did even if I have reasons for wanting it to stay the same (y'all know me and why I would NOT want it to end different; there are special scenes between my OTP I need to see, especially post-war) but it's because we've seen many consistent things throughout the anime -- through the story, dialogue, recurring imagery, etc. all for a separate detailed post -- that Isayama could have potentially been foreshadowing since 2013 towards a new ending.

"What's the lie? What's the truth?"

The fact that Tetsuya Nomura (maker of FFVII) is already doing this meta-narrative of having one media/game being an entirely different timeline than the original content is SO cool, and affirms that if Isayama is pulling this same stunt, it's not because of fans trying to riot and change an ending, but because that's... well, that's what could've been planned from the start, and because it's a really unique storytelling technique that would elevate a work by making many pieces come together as one, singular, consistent story in a brilliant way.

Obviously there's no IRL link between FFVII and AOT, but again, Nomura doing this makes it less crazy and more probably for another Japanese mastermind storyteller to do this, too. (And I won't even START on Muv Luv/Muv Luv Alternative! But it's the same thing, too!)

I'll stop there for now. Any AOT AOE x FFVII fans out there?! PLEASE tell me I'm not alone LOL

#final fantasy vii #attack on titan #aot #aot spoilers #attack on titan spoilers #spoilers #ffvii spoilers #crisis core spoilers #final Fantasy VII spoilers #theory #aot theory #ffvii theory #ffviir theory #anr #akatsuki no requiem #attack on titan AOE

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disneyparksattractionstournament · 6 months

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Matchups for Best Extinct Disney Parks Experience/Attraction Round 1

Hey fam! Still working on creating all the images and creating the info on the polls, that will be a bit(takes longer than you would think! Hopefully will start in a week or? ) But in the meantime, here are the tentative matchups/tentative brackets, possibly could change a bit!

Setting up as two 64 brackets then the 2 winners going head to head, type of deal! Havent decided which of the 4 groups, seperated ish by categories, will go head to head though!

Note, half of these are my submissions since I only got like 50 something lmaooo)

Group 1:

Horizons vs Space Mountain - Ghost Galaxy

Peoplemover vs Adventure Thru Inner Space

Rocket Rods vs Backlot tour

Innoventions vs Sounds dangerous

Superstar Limo vs Orange Stinger

Pleasure island vs Disney quest

River country vs Discovery island

Wonders of Life Sensory Fun house vs Honey I Shrunk the Kids playset

Stitch's Great Escape! vs The Enchanted Tiki Room:Under New Management

Shark reef (Typhoon Lagoon) vs Kim Possible: World Showcase Adventure

Castle Mystery Tour vs ExtraTerrorestrial Alien Encounter

The Great Movie Ride vs Journey into Narnia and The Legend of Captain Jack Sparrow

Food Rocks/Kitchen Kabaret vs Maelstrom

Test Track 1.0 vs Ellen's Universe of Energy

Cranium Command vs El Rio del Tiempo

Journey Into Imagination vs 20k leagues under the sea

Group 2:

Mickey and the Magical Map vs Main Street Electrical Parade

Spirit of Aloha dinner show vs Legend of the Lion King

Remember the Magic parade vs Dream Along With Mickey show

Magic Journeys vs Honey, I Shrunk the Audience

Illuminations vs Star Wars Fireworks

Red Cad Trolley News Boys vs Club Buzz / Calling All Space Scouts… a Buzz Lightyear Adventure

Push the Talking Trash Can vs Epcot Living statues

Character dining at the Liberty Tree Tavern vs The Muppets Present...Great Moments in American History

Golden Dreams vs Eureka! The California Adventure Parade

Tapetry of Nations parade vs Wishes

Citizens of Hollywood/Main street vs Lucky the Dinosaur

Mickey climbing the Matterhorn vs Disneyland mermaids

Paint the Night Parade vs Mad T Party

Stars and Motorcars parade vs Mickey's Jammin Jungle Parade

Animagique vs Kitetails

Spectromagic parade vs Mickey Mania parade

Group 3:

Seasons of the Vine vs Mission Tortilla Factory

25th Cake Castle vs Stitch TP castle

Epcot Spaceship Earth Wand/2000 vs Earffel Tower

Pre-Frozen Norway Epcot vs Wonders of Life pavilion

The Land fountain/pre 2004 The Land vs Epcot future world floor fibre optic lights

Downtown disney vs Millennium village

Aunt Polly’s vs Soundstage restaurant

Mouse Gear vs Old World of Disney

Old entrance plaza/section of DCA vs A Bugs Land

Pizza planet vs Electric umbrella

Big coke bottle mist sprays at MGM vs Space Mountain bouncy walkway after ride

Cinderella Castle Christmas lights vs Old Cinderella Castle colors

Toontown fair vs Streets of America

MGM Sorcerer's hat vs DCA letters

Fountain of Nations vs Old Polynesian Lobby

Ice Station Cool vs Old MK hub/plaza

Group 4:

Old Kilimanjaro Safaris with plotline/Little Red VS. Pre 2007 Spaceship Earth ending

Old attic scene in Haunted Mansion with pop up yelling jump scare ghosts VS. Fountains in Small World/old colors

Strawberry Minnie Fruit bars vs Simba Paw ice cream bar

Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights vs Jedi Training Academy

Disney dollars vs Hard tickets at Disney World

Old look of chocolate coins in parks(with Dumbo, Jiminy Cricket, and Scrooge) vs Wake Tinker Bell at Tinker Bell’s Treasures

Wading in lakes/beaches vs Riding in the front of the monorail

Tom Sawyer paint brushes vs Magical express

Pal Mickey vs Is that you tigger merch OR customizable feet and ear cups (havent decided between the 2 yet)

Extra magic hours(Like, the ones where they stayed open til 12am or even 3am) vs Star Wars Weekends

Unique Bedspreads vs Resort Bedtime stories TV

Fun road signs vs Epcot Innoventions and old Entrance loop

Epcot kidcot masks/duffy vs Penny press with cranks

Mickey confetti or mickey straws (havent decided yet) vs Pirates of the Caribbean barker parrot

Free roaming characters in Disney World vs Paper fastpasses

Yellow ponchos vs Hotel mickey soap

#disney parks #disney #disney world #disneyland #wdw #disney rides #extinct rides #extinct disney #old disney #matchups

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ariannafraserwrites · 6 months

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From the genius brain of @dangertoozmanykids101 - the stories behind the Holiday Rom-Com Title Generator.

I posted the Holiday Rom-Com Generator to celebrate the release of Taming the Beast - A Romantic Christmas Disaster and my fam, @dangertoozmanykids101 took it a step further. SO MANY steps further. This woman is genius. Her brain goes where no other brain dares to go. Have a look and if you're lucky, she'll write your story too!

From the comments on the post...

@dangertoozmanykids101 A Season of Joy

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Hey @spectre-posts Now I would bet that some Don Juan might argue that our dearest friend Joy is always in season. She may be flattered by such a grand compliment. Or she may find it a bit aggressive and presumptuous.

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OR @spectre-posts in an ABO universe our sweet Joy may be truly elated with anticipation as she is finally presented to the world. Long long past puberty and now fully matured into adulthood, her current state finds her in the beginning stages- the blossoming of her true nature. Whatever that might be, this is truly The Season of Joy.

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@iamthejeanette OHHHH!!! The Spirit of Mistletoe!!! Wouldn't this be an amazing paranormal xmas story??? Every time our heroine happens to step through a doorway or passage, archway, Mistletoe is hanging above, and yet curiously no one ever remembers hanging it there. It must be a prank of some sort, right? But an entire garland pf mistletoe has found a way to frame the entrance the Lee Way Tunnel in the Bicentennial Park downtown - a walking tunnel that connects...

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.... that connects the north end of the park with the South side so that walkers and joggers and bike riders, roller bladers, stroller runners can all avoid the throughway and its rush hour business traffic that dissects the park in two. Mistletoe appearing there seems to like a paranoid delusional coincidence to possibly consider that it has anything to do with our heroine, until the exact same man very politely with irresistible charms stops her mid step under the...

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... Under the presumptuously suggestive vine that seems to be growing more similar to a weed than a cherished holiday novelty decoration. But this same man appears out of the blue, repeatedly stops her directly under a simple mistletoe bouquet, politely requests her permission to kiss her, as is the holiday tradition. And traditions as enjoyable and harmless as a simple kiss must never be ignored. Quite right.

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Ohhh @tilltheendwilliwrite Yes! Yes! I bet you could work with that!! Oooo, imagine a Comedy of errors!! Everywhere they go, somehow the entire area loses power. Cursed to forever be a clutz or or just an electrical jinx. Ooo, like the witch finder general's great great great great great grandson in Good Omens! Remember how he destroyed every computer he touched? Lol Or an 8 day hike cross country skiing through the wilderness!!! Oooo! Doesn't that sound romantic???

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Oooo, or my favorite trope of all - stranded together during a blizzard WITH ONLY ONE BED!! With no light pollution, and only the starlight reflected off the bright white snow. How long will they possibly be stuck there? Eight nights possibly??? LOL

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Ohhhh @sultry-rachael snow globes send my brain into overdrive!!! Can you imagjne the 8 nights - kinda like an escape room, each Snow globe is a puzzle from one Holiday wonderland to the next. Ohhhh, imagine the comedy having to fend off elves and reindeer even shepherds in a surreal nativity scene themed snow globe. And they're all trying to prevent you from progressing to the next globe. A bottomless pit of snow - do you escape a sink hole of snow the same way ....

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.... the same way one escapes quicksand??? A maze of evergreen trees. Animatronic hugging snowmen? Jack Frost nipping at your nose (and anything else that pervert can get his mouth on. )

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And the eighth globe finally brings you to Santa's lap!! Horray!! Now have you been naughty or nice, he'll ask.

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@americasass81 wait... What was yours???

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SQUEAL!!! @notpedeka !!! A Fete of Banter!! Ohhhh, imagine the quintessential enemies to lovers!!! Guess who insists upon escorting you through the entire Winter Festival in Town Square this year. None other than your political rival on the city council. His endless chatter leaves you exhausted, enraged, and an acute case of TMJ inflammation, aka LOCKJAW!

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The past two months, every minor decision has become a huge micromanaged issue requiring heated debate. And the councilman inciting the ceaseless drivel is the same antagonist who you are now somehow obligated to spend the entire festival night with as though it were some sort of date. The entire night, you're clenching your jaw and grinding your teeth, yet completely failing to hold your tongue - WHICH , though you regret to admit, as aggravated your jaw....

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....aggravated your jaw to the point that you can barely open it large enough to slide a straw between your teeth. I'm picturing every carnival activity creating a whole new stupid spat between the two. Doesn't that sound like fun???

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Ohhhh @nildespirandum Only one night of snow globes??? Thank god!!! Because one night is all your heroine can handle! This is a big big deal - a huge honor - or so the big boss told you. Why you were singled out for this task, you have no clue. Honestly you would rather not dwell too much on that question. But tonight was the big night and you assure the big guy that you will NOT let him down. YOU had been chosen to watch his snow globe collection tonight.

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That's right. YOU - you are very talented and highly educated, some even say gifted, and of course your mother always knew you were special. And now YOU have the highly coveted position to babysit a room full of snow globes. Yep. A grid of pedestals each topped with a glass sphere filled with glitter or white confetti, and cozy little houses covered in snow or tiny itty bitty dolls doing all types of mundane tasks - a man surprising a woman at the door w/ a Xmas tree

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Kids building a snowman. An old man shoveling the driveway while a family's car is stuck in a snow bank down the Street. You see the kids running down the street straight to Grandpa's house. A couple cats sitting in a window watching the birds at the bird feeder, kicking seed all over the fresh white snow. Wait.... How many cats are in that window??? Your Job tonight is to watch over the globes. Like a security guard locked inside the vault with the money....

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Except you're also expected to clean each one - no dust, no finger prints. This is ridiculous! How the hell are you supposed to even maneuver through this room? Did I mention the pedestals were set up like a grid? Trying to navigate through a minefield would be easier than walking through this room to merely access the coffee pot in the back corner of the room. Mew. Mew And NOW you're fucking hearing things!!!

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How many cats were in that first snow globe? You could swear that a third cat had been in the window just a moment ago. And now that you look more closely, there are kitty footprints leading out from the front door with its little pet door flap. WTF? Those footprints weren't there last time you looked.

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Mew. There it was again. Your ears had to be tricking you. Mew. And up jumps a cat onto the folding table in the back of the room. Knocking over an empty mug and scattering sugar packets all over the table and gloor.

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Floor.

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On your way to collect the strange cat on the coffee table, another cat rubs up against your leg. Startled - you flinch and bump a snow globe to your left. Oh shit! You catch it and steady it back onto its pedestal. But just for a moment everything was still, until it all began to thrum

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And snow starts to fall INSIDE the room.

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Oh @ariannafraserwrites @caffiend-queen . Such a hardworking talented writer, burning the candle at both ends this holiday. You've even been falling asleep at your type writer most nights recently. But after a particularly late night wracking your brain to get past a writers block, you had almost fallen out of your chair even - finally deciding to drag your sorry ass off to bed in defeat. Lo' and behold, the next morning a Short Little Story had been typed up.

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And a brand new little pair of shoes. On the table next to it. LOL. Maybe the cobbler hadn't thanked his little elves sincerely enough.

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@dangertoozmanykids101 Mine is Eight Nights of Cocoa

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Oooo! @americasass81 I've got it!!! On this fancy dancy 10 day cruise ... with destination desserts, a ChocoCruise or travel the world of chocolates!

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Of course a world famous Chocolatier will be serving many of his signature dishes that you had only heard of on the food channel and in foodie magazines. Would he truly be just as charming in person as he appears to be in the public eye? WELL OF COURSE HE WAS!! He easily charmed the pants right off of you. And then made a chocolate mold of YOUR ASS!!! Now was that before or after he gave it a good HARD bite??? As well as a firm spanking. You might even need to cancel...

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... cancel our slot in the shuffle board tournament. You won't be sitting for a few days, let alone moving anywhere more graceful than waddle. Toward the end of the cruise, heading back to the port you boarded on, your beloved Chocolatier unveils his newest masterpiece, siting a few specific artists who had inspired him, as well as several beautiful Passengers who agreed to participate and model for him. And wouldn't you know; there in the middle of this chocolate

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In the middle of this large chocolate sculpture, sat a perfect replicata of your butt. From the curve where your glutes meet your thighs all the way up to the dimples above your tailbone. The added tiara resting on one cheek seems a bit overkill, but you are still oddly honored and flattered.. until you register that there are other chocolate body parts obviously molded from a real woman. From a real body. Her LIVE body. But he's sooo charming-how could you blame anyone

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You found him irresistible. You let him pour hot molten chocolate over your bare ass while you lay in a marble table lined with wax paper. Looks like someone had Choco poured over their legs and feet. Several chocolate hands and feet gracefully peppered the statue of holding strawberries, oranges, slices of pineapple. Of course someone modeled their bare breasts - definitely much larger breasts than yours. Another modeled her neck and chin. You could just imagine...

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.... you could just imagine the purr of his voice as he guided her to Lean back, stretch her neck farther, farther, lift your chin a bit more. Very good. Just as smoothly as he convinced you to arch your back more, my dear. A little bit more. Spread your knees a bit wider. Yes, do you feel it now, hot and so smooth dripping down your most intimidate place. How does that feel, darling?

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Broken from your thoughts after tuning out all the flashes and shouting journalists and fans, the glamorous chocolatier announces, "Before we take anymore questions, please let us introduce the beautiful goddesses who gifted me with their presence and let me borrow their bodies to create this piece of work. Please please, ladies,

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Please please ladies, come on up here to me. You know who you are. If you don't come up, then we'll have to come to you.

#tumblr besties and beloveds #be the light #Taming the Beast - A Romantic Christmas Disaster #Holiday Rom-Com Title Generator

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