#and they end up being responsible for the death of the child beloved by both their parents

[theotherrichardpapen]

there being next to no established canon backstory for basically anyone in this film is tonnes of fun cause you can say stuff like 'i think nigel had a brother he accidentally killed when they were both children' and there's nothing to dispute it

#who's to say otherwise? greg? HA! you can gaslight that man into believing whatever you want he understands so little of his own film #coming up with my own reasons as to why his father dislikes him so much #like minds #nigel colbie #like minds 2006 #originally when i wrote this it was younger brother but now i'm like . older? i mean there's something to be said #about the idea of the older brother .the protector . being responsible for the death of the younger one #but then i started thinking along the lines of a baldr loki sort of situation. where the older one is the golden child #so perfect and pure and bright #and the younger has something irrefutably wrong with them. they're wicked and rotten and wrong #and they end up being responsible for the death of the child beloved by both their parents #and from there the resentment festers and grows #maybe john should've taken better care to make sure his guns were always locked away properly #maybe it wasn't as much of an accident as nigel led them all to believe #anyway .watch someone jump in and point directly to canon info that refutes this . i have not watched the film in awhile

[jovialmoonprincess]

AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 1)

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader 

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Word Count: 992

Warning(s): None, enemy to lovers, back in time, destiny, Snow being in love, Snow being Snow, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Just saw Songbirds and Snakes and Tom Blyth as President Snow is living rent free in my head! Feedback is appreciated! Follow or like (or both) for part 2!

A month still remained until the announcement of the Plinth Award winner. While Y/N was still somewhat sleepy, in the midst of summer, a brief and subtle snowfall danced outside her window. Believing she was still dreaming, the student got up, opened the window, extended her arm, and touched the flakes to make sure. It was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen; it seemed like magic. She felt the urge to run out and celebrate the arrival of snow, as she did when she was a child. Maybe the Capitol had created a new technology and was testing it in the middle of the night. It seemed like a plausible theory. Y/N closed the window and sat at the edge of the bed, still feeling the coldness of the ice on her fingers. It didn't feel like a dream; Y/N wasn't a girl who dreamed often either. The last time she dreamt, she was in a park in the Capitol, with her mother gently pushing her on the swing. The games were over, people lived happily again, all in one place, there was peace, and no one would go hungry. As a kid, Y/N had suffered through the war, something she wouldn't overcome. And even now, in a place without hunger, with clean clothes and in the best school in the country, she still wasn't completely happy. How could she be happy while people were dying outside? Y/N quietly prayed to herself that a good person would become president, and her dream could come true. For now, she could only study to become someone who could make a difference in Panem. Even if she didn't know where to start.

Y/N looked out the window, and as the snow fell, she returned to her slumber. She couldn't help but think of another Snow, one that still brought her fond memories. Y/N was an idealistic young woman, driven by the memories of war and the fervent desire to make a difference in Panem. Her father, a respected peacekeeper, had left a controversial legacy, but she strove to follow a path of kindness and justice. Her father died after a while from an illness that was never properly explained; Y/N was sure that the reason for his death was remorse—his hands had innocent blood, and he knew it. He withered away gradually, and on his deathbed, he declared his hatred for war and those who supported it. He died cursing the Capitol and its architects.

Y/N wanted to be a better person; she had this opportunity, had hope to change the world around her. Every day, while donning the Academy uniform, she mentally prepared herself to enter the snake pit that was that place. She couldn't pick fights with anyone, even though she wanted to desperately. She remembered how many fights she had tried to avoid only to end up completely ignored and still punished for her good intentions.

The snow falling outside brought back memories of a simpler time, before the fights and rivalries that marked her life at the Academy.

Y/N was beloved by everyone in school, even though she couldn't care less about those spoiled and corrupt rich kids. She couldn't stand them, but there was someone she detested even more: Coriolanus Snow. He wasn't like the others; his past was different, more similar to hers. And yet, he seemed to forget that. He only cared about his grades and not the people around him. They had fought several times since Y/N entered the academy. It was impossible for them to be in the same room without disagreeing about something. She still remembered their first fight when she asked her brother for help to finish a project of a class they were doing together, and they both ended up with the same grade. Snow, not content with just his top grade, found out and did everything to get the teacher to lower Y/N's grade. Insufferably arrogant. As beautiful as he was, he was despicable. After that, it got worse; he always reminded her that she was the second-best student in the class and that he was better, blah, blah, blah. He never even wondered if you cared about your grades. Apart from this obsession, he was nice outside the academy. You were good friends with Tigris; you loved her, and it wasn't because of Corio that you would stop seeing your friend.

Before all of this, Corio had been a nice guy a few times (most of them when he wasn't all pompous around his rich friends). You invited him to the winter ball before the first fight, close to your first anniversary in the Capitol. You danced all night, and he gave you your first kiss. It was quick, and you never talked about it again. Even that scene still gave you chills to this day. It was only after your grades increased and you began to stand out in class that he started treating you with a certain indifference. It was childish, and you felt a weight on your chest for not continuing with what you had, even if it was little. What was once little became nothing. You still saw Tigris from time to time, but Corio rarely left his room, where he had been locked studying for the last few months. You wished you hadn't left him hanging after the kiss, but you were so shocked and didn't understand your feelings. You couldn't distinguish the attraction you felt for him from the fear of losing a friend. Well, you ended up losing him in the same way.

The twist in her routine came when a mysterious woman, dressed in vibrant colors, approached Y/N on an empty street. Her words, filled with urgency, revealed a dark fate for Coriolanus Snow. Y/N, initially skeptical, saw her disbelief fade away when the woman offered an object that provided disturbing glimpses of the future. It was something like two watches joined by a golden chain. As soon as she touched it, she saw everything. It wasn't possible to hear anything, but it wasn't necessary.

The projected scenes showed an unrecognizable Snow: kissing a girl through a cell, then with buzz cut hair shooting birds in a forest, and finally, with his blond hair combed back, looking at the rector's corpse with hatred. She wanted to vomit. She didn't want to believe. Y/N didn't doubt Snow's ability to be a jerk; it had happened several times with her already. But it usually involved some petty ego fight. He didn't seem like a murderer. Y/N felt a mixture of disgust and disbelief. The arrogant antagonist of her school life now seemed destined for a path of destruction.

"Y/N, I know you're a good girl; they told me you'll be of great help at the moment, and even if you doubt me, you'll try to help everyone. The next years will be dark, you wanted your opportunity, and I'm offering it. In a month, important things will start happening in the timeline, and at certain moments, your participation will be decisive. When those moments come, you must intervene and use your intellectual and emotional intelligence to prevent the country's destruction." When the woman finally paused, it seemed like her brain still hadn't grasped the words. Y/N didn't feel fear from her; it was more like affection and compassion.

"Don't give up on him, Y/N. You know him. Even if he seems cold on the outside, I'm telling you there's still hope in something inside him."

Everything happened so quickly; in the blink of an eye, you were sitting in the cafeteria before class started with your snack in front of you, and your friends were completely unaware of your tumultuous mental journey.

"What's happening to me? Am I feverish, hallucinating for the past few hours? Everything feels like a horrible dream." She wondered, trying to distinguish the line between reality and the nightmare she had just witnessed. Her breathing was hurried; she must have looked like a lunatic. The crazy scenes still played in her mind. She wished to know what would happen, and especially who the girl passionately kissing Snow was. It wasn't the most shocking scene she had seen, but it was the one that bothered her the most for some reason.

The responsibility to prevent Coriolanus Snow's dark fate now rested on Y/N's shoulders. She found herself torn between disbelief and the conviction that something needed to be done to avoid an impending tragedy. The challenge was daunting, and the idea of helping someone she despised caused a deep emotional turmoil.

While facing this dilemma, Y/N knew she couldn't ignore the call of destiny. The month leading up to the Plinth Award became a period of anguish, both mentally and emotionally, for the mission she was destined to fulfill. The game of enemies would transform into a complex dance of redemption and understanding, and Y/N was about to embark on a journey that would challenge not only her convictions but also the limits of destiny itself.

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Thanks for diving into this story with me! Hope you enjoy the ride as much as I enjoyed creating it. Stay for more twists and turns! Cheers! 📖✨

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #president snow #the hunger games #coriolanus x reader #enemy to lovers #angst #angst with a happy ending #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader #fem reader #hunger games au

[count-alucard-tepes]

King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

#ooc #one piece #charlotte katakuri #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece king #beast pirates #big mom pirates #lunarians #king x reader #fanfic #wano kuni #land of wano #whole cake arc #whole cake island

[lansplaining]

why i don’t think jin guangyao killed rusong

(or had him killed) 

“Then... then even if you had no choice but to marry Qin Su, you still could have neglected her,” Lan Xichen said. “Why did you have to... And why go through with the trouble of siring A-Song, only to kill your son with your own hands?” 

Jin Guangyao clutched his head in his hands and said in a bitter tone, “...After the wedding, I never touched A-Su again. A-Song... was conceived before we were married. At the time, I was afraid that a delay would cause complications...” 

So he and Qin Su had consummated their union in advance. If not for that, he would never have ended up committing incest with his own younger sister. He didn’t know whether he should hate his father, who was hardly a father at all, or his own paranoid, overthinking self! 

Lan Xichen sighed. “Next-- and do not attempt to prevaricate-- but answer me. Did you intentionally plot Jin Zixuan’s death?” (7 Seas trans., 86-7) 

This is the sequence where Jin Guangyao lays everything out. Given what he chooses to reveal, it seems safe to assume that he isn’t hiding anything. So why do he and Lan Xichen just completely drop the Rusong question? There’s potentially an answer in the way Xichen frames the question-- that is, it’s a two-in-one of “why did you sleep with her and conceive a son only to kill him” and JGY’s response answers both-- I didn’t know when I slept with her and when I conceived him. 

But why does even the narration seem to forget about it? Why doesn’t it say, “he would never ended up committing incest with his own younger sister and having to kill his own son”?

I think... because he didn’t. I get annoyed by attempts to answer questions that hinge on how someone “would” or “should” act because everyone is different! But! Murdering your own son is something that would demand at least a little emotional unpacking, surely?? Or at least a little more explanation. He was a total innocent, and a child! But we get more time breaking down murders that are ten times more understandable, if not justifiable in the eyes of those listening, just from surface knowledge of the relationships. 

We even get other opportunities for it to come up, and it doesn’t. In the very next section, for example: 

“Despite us being born of the same man, why was your father able to spend his leisure time at home with his beloved wife, playing with his child, while I didn’t dare be alone with my wife and my blood ran cold at the sight of my own son?” (88). 

Again, dropping in “while I was driven to kill my own son” feels a little more rhetorically powerful-- if it happened. 

JGY leaves out potentially morally exculpatory evidence again and again when he isn’t asked for it directly-- like SiSi, like an explanation of how his mother was treated in the brothel he burned. The fact that he doesn’t go into Rusong’s death, and the fact that Lan Xichen just lets it pass without explanation, makes me think that the official version of events-- that he was killed in political retaliation-- is true. 

#book reference

[makima-s-most-smile]

Trigun Maximum 10.4

It is time…

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5

07: Wolfwood

Farewell, my friend. 

Fitting, that we do not see Wolfwood here, but little Nicholas. Because in the end even though he was aged up and tortured, this child remained in him. This is his true self. The lost little boy that felt himself as a burden to all and that shouldered the responsibility of the wellbeing of the place he loved most. The lost little boy that cared too much in a world that cares too little. The morals of this little kid made Wolfwood the man he is today, through all the torture and everything, they persevered. This is the best of humanity.

Wolfwood has been an awkward idiot even in childhood. He cannot deal with open affection and becomes shy. It is sad and cute at the same time.

Is that a young Chapel? How much did he age in those six years? Damn!

The tricks the cult used to get children. It was a trap and it got Wolfwood. He left to become a tradesman… And a tradesman he did become, just not the kind of tradesman everyone imagined. Wolfwood was a great brother to many and they loved him.

Even if confetti is selfmade, we know they didn't have much ressources there. It surely was not cheap to produce it, even if it was selfmade.

How old does Wolfwood look there, maybe 10? Maybe even younger. The timeline is really not something we should look to close up. Nightow went by vibes, that’s all we need to know.

Like I said so often, the orphanage is Wolfwood’s paradise. The place where he was fed, could sleep and felt safe. He didn’t require anything more and that says much about his living situation beforehand. Much like Rem for Vash, it is an ideal for Wolfwood, a perfect place, something that has to be protected from the reality of the world. This ideal has been his saving grace. It made him survive not only Chapel and the torture, but it gave him reason to go on when his guilt became too much. If Wolfwood is truly devoted to something, it is this.

Wolfwood’s sorrowful eyes… He looks younger here. And softer. The softest Wolfwood we have ever seen. Close behind the Wolfwood that let down his guard the night before he brought Vash to the ark and they relaxed a last time together.

Even after all he did and all he accomplished, Wolfwood feels undeserving for any forgiveness or any welcome. If Chapel has achieved anything then it is that Wolfwood truly has no self love. Wolfwood was hypercritical with himself before the cult got his clutches around him, but I have no doubt that the things he went through have worsened his self worth massively.

He wants to be kept in memory as the innocent, but responsible, big brother Nico and not the bloodied gunman he has become. He wants to keep their innocence and the illusion that somewhere their beloved big brother is still out there. He wants to protect them one last time, this time from the grief that comes with his death.

But, Wolfwood is a complex character. If the kiddos knew, would they really go away that easily? Wouldn’t they try to make him come with them? Being either forced to watch Wolfwood die on the way to Home or having to see Wolfwood breaking down, because he cannot keep up the masquerade anymore. He cannot be vulnerable, especially not in his last moments.

I wish we would get more info, does Wolfwood chose to stay because he knows he would not get to the main ship for help/he knows that his body breaking apart is not treatable or has he ‘just’ given up. I think it is the first, I just wish for some hard facts. But neither of the two lovely calamities left are really able to talk directly about the elephant in the room. Vash is so desperate.

By not addressing that Wolfwood is actively dying, by trying to push Wolfwood to leave with the others, they both avoid one thing… The helplessness. This is Wolfwood’s choice, so it is okay, so it is bearable.

There is one really big headcannon that I have for the case that either Wolfwood decided to stay there even though there may have been a possibility to save Wolfwood or that Vash may have been able to heal Wolfwood with or without a cost of his lifespan, but Wolfwood denied either of it. And it boils down back to agency. Vash is so much about having none/giving others the full agency, that he cannot force Wolfwood to do something he either doesn’t have the energy to or doesn’t want to due to the cost. Not only is that one of Vash’ biggest modus operandi, reacting instead of acting, but here it is something more. It is about Wolfwood’s agency. By now it is absolutely clear that the only true choice Wolfwood had in his life was to die for the things he loved or lose himself. Vash cannot rob Wolfwood of his agency. Not when he finally regained some in his last moments. (That said, I do not judge any peeps who use Vash overriding Wolfwood’s wants and healing him or bringing him to safety. One of my most favourite breaks-my-heart-art piece is the one where Wolfwood awakes with golden hair on the couch, because Vash has given him all his life. And Vash sits lifeless next to him. I have so many feels about that one.(by popular request a link to the pic, damn had I dive deep into my bookmarks))

Neither of them really talk to each other. But from what they know of each other, it says more than words. Wolfwood, stressing that he is a gun-ho-gun, a killer, an assassin and a traitor to Vash, even seemingly proving it with the coins, Wolfwood wants to keep Vash from grieving. Vash does not need to grieve for Wolfwood. Wolfwood is a shitty person. There is no last-minute discussion to be made about it. Vash accepts the plea behind it. He disagrees with Wolfwood. But he helps Wolfwood to keep the illusion up that they aren’t that close, that Wolfwood doesn’t need to feel sorrow for leaving Vash, because their connection is not real. They both comfort each other by not talking about it.

Personally, I am so sad, that even in his death, Wolfwood is all about others, about lessening the pain that comes with it, that he cannot be vulnerable and just grieve his future. I am sad for Vash, too, but Vash will live on, for the better and worse.

That’s… Wolfwood had no goals for himself. He has always been the protector. He never imagined a future beyond that. He had his purpose and that has been fulfilled. Not completely, since Knives is still there, but he has done all he could. He has done what a human could do. And I understand that Wolfwood cannot regret his decision. It is too intrinsically intertwined with his identity and self-perception.

And again, Wolfwood cannot bear vulnerability. Neither can Vash. Which ends in this silly exchange. But, truly, if Vash didn’t react that way, I believe both would have broken down.

The last time? The last time was when Vash got drunk in the bar with the two outsiders and Wolfwood was persuaded by the nice granny to let his guard down and drink a glass, too. It was the talk where One-Eye stressed that “you’ll always end up alone and be alone.” Damn…

Birbs. Nicholas can finally enjoy his freedom. For a moment at least. For a moment he is free like a bird. The struggle is over. He is already dead. There is nothing to fight for him anymore.

It confused me. This sentence at the moment. Two possible interpretations for me: 1. Wolfwood still tries to fake more distance between them to make it hurt less and/or 2. Wolfwood truly wishes for a future for Vash in which he can smile with a full heart.

But even Wolfwood cannot hold the soft feelings in. Not all of Vash’ smiles were empty. Many smiles that Wolfwood saw and/or caused were real ones. I read this as Wolfwood trying to tell Vash that he knows that he was someone important to Vash. And now Vash cannot bear it. Because he is about to lose Wolfwood forever. 

(What ruins the mood a bit for me is that I cannot not laugh at the funky pose of Wolfwood. He really was like: I am a twister!)

This is the first time I saw Brad in the background. He must think they are all crazy! He doesn’t know.

Wolfwood always had a home. They love him. They accept him as he is. They know that the bloodied man is their beloved big brother. Wolfwood can pass with the knowledge that he is accepted into paradise with bloodied hands and all.

Wolfwood cries. The man that so stoically had been in control of himself, that has been so incredibly avoidant of even an ounce of vulnerability, cries openly. Most likely for the first time in years. We have never seen him cry in the manga, we have seen him in shock, in despair, we have seen him shout out in pain, but he never cried.

And with that realisation… I cannot say how to interpret this scene. Comes the realisation of this love with a wave of grief because he cannot be with them, that he has no future to enjoy together, that he loves them and cannot tell them? Is it a last surge against the inevitable? A cry for mercy to the absent God? Does he wish to stay with Vash and his family?

And his bell tolls. Wolfwood has died.

I do not believe that Wolfwood would regret his choice. He fulfilled his life goal. He may regret leaving Vash, he may regret not having had a future or more time. But the one thing he can be sure of is that Vash will take over his burden and fight for their future. They are not defenseless. He can rest. For me, the smile does not mean he died happy or without any regrets. But he died not alone. And that is enough for him.

And Vash stays, again. Vash avoided any real connection to humans. Even those he called his family always felt artificial for me. Wolfwood was the first human since Rem that got under Vash' walls and got into his heart. And I truly believe that other than with Rem, with Wolfwood Vash sometimes wasn't aware of the for Vash so obvious difference between plants and humans.

Wolfwood’s death… My feelings are divided and are all over the place. It is handled with such care and the consequences of his death are felt so deeply through the narrative, to which I say more in a later volume. He wasn’t alone, he was with his best friend. He didn’t die in a fight, but out of it at a place he could choose. And even better, he got a very clear message that his family loves him, even if he cannot do it himself. It is one of the most peaceful deaths imaginable for this pained soul.

But at the same time, it is so unfair! Wolfwood sacrificed his whole life for the safety of innocents, he bloodied his hands again and again and endured so much and all he got was a death that wasn’t the worst. He got the knowledge that he is welcome home. He gets the knowledge that his loved ones are safe for now and that his friend will try his best to keep it that way. But he never gets to experience it truly. He never gets to enjoy the fruits of his labour. He didn’t want much. He didn’t even really dream of anything. But if he could have a place to rest, to eat and to be safe, he wouldn’t want more. 

I think part of my reaction stems from me being from an individualistic society. We learn that you put the work in and receive your reward, that selfless behaviour gains you a reward. Look no further than the fairy tales that are used to teach Europeans like me morals, The Star Money is one that fits this idea. But Wolfwood as a person did not get a personal, selfish reward. He got death. And that makes it so painful. His death wasn’t for nothing, but his life feels so cut short. He just started the path of forgiving himself. He just realised that he wasn’t alone anymore. His development was not at an end. But what Nightow wanted to say with him in the story was. The difference between the narrative and the character. And that is upsetting, while still being completely okay.

Taking in consideration that Nightow comes from a collectivist society, I feel that the outcome that Wolfwood was able to save his home, his group, even at the cost of his life, is meaningful in a way I may not completely get. Wolfwood will live on, in the actions and life of the people he saved, he will live on in Livio, he will live on in Vash. But I see the abused kid that could not be saved. The abused kid that protected others because he wasn’t protected. That is the tragedy for me. 

Maybe, adding to that, on a personal note, I am a Millennial. The world that was promised to me was built up on lies and is crumbling under the greed of a few people. But media says it is my generation's fault for *looks at today’s paper* eating avocado instead of diamonds. Parents being absent due to work, being alone and self reliant, maybe the oldest kid that has to take care of the siblings instead of the parents, those things were more a normal state than a rare occurrence, when I was young. With the wars, the crash from ‘08 and the shit that came after it, the existential dread is real and the hopelessness, too. I can only try to lessen the impact for the people who come after me and try my best to endure. And Wolfwood’s whole character vibes with my experience. And on this personal note, that the character who cared so much and tried so hard could not be saved… I want hope. I need hope. In this day and age more than ever.

08: Final Parting

What’s more to say? It is final. In spite of all of his powers, Vash was unable to save Wolfwood’s life, even though he was able to protect Wolfwood’s treasure and was a big part of Wolfwood freeing himself out of the cage that Chapel put him in. It’s just so damn tragic that after all he has been through, his freedom lies in the way he was able to part.

The denial, the looming panic and then Vash laying out the facts, short, precisely and with a deadpan face. This scene is just so... It hurts. Wolfwood's death is final. It drives it home.

There is not a small part in Vash that may despise Livio right now. It won’t keep. From Vash’ perspective, Wolfwood entrusted Livio and the whole orphanage to him, the future as a whole, but especially the future of his loved ones. 

Razlo has been a brat, but Livio seems also extremely young. I do not think he ever truly believed Wolfwood would truly die and only now he starts to understand how much Wolfwood sacrificed to get Livio out of Chapel’s claws.

Vash not only protected Wolfwood’s body and Livio’s life, he protected the whole orphanage. Vash protected Wolfwood’s paradise from Knives’ laser.

And by reflecting Knives’ power back to their source, Vash declares war.

How does Knives do it? He is further and further gone the longer the story goes. 

But not only that, what must that mean to Knives? His brother uses his so important lifeforce to not only spite Knives, he does it for the human Knives has sent out to betray Vash. This human has been somehow able to become more important to Vash than not only his life, but also his brother. A massive middle finger right in his face. And the worst part of it, Wolfwood is already dead. He cannot even take revenge upon him. Remember the two-face panel of Knives when he cause the fall? He drew blood with his thumbs over the left side of his face, the first panel here resembles this from the pose. Kinda as if Knives does his last step to complete and utter madness.

We know that Wolfwood came from a place of scarcity. Food is his love language or one of them. So it's fitting that both of the boys have memories with Wolfwood regarding this. Not only that, the memories shown are either the first meeting or the start of their journey together. Vash makes the food that Rem has made him and food that reminds him of Wolfwood. 

I learned that food can be an important part of grief. You need to keep yourself fed and grief can be easily so overpowering that you cannot do it. But they must keep going on. So they eat.

The fucking third vial! You were a red herring for Wolfwood’s survival, a false counter. I despise you!

And this is a peace offering from Vash. I still believe that Vash is incredibly angry, but he understands why Livio was in that place. Remember Wolfwood, remember the man that was everything to me and that gave everything for you.

Wolfwood’s burden made him the man he was. It is just a fact.

And now it is Vash' burden. Vash takes over for Wolfwood and keeps going where Wolfwood couldn't. What a sad situation. When the only thing that binds you to your lost friend is the burden that he carried and that killed him in the end.

#trigunbookclub #trigun bookclub #trigun #trigun maximum 10.4 #I am done I ugly sobbed but I am done

[gmanwhore]

Sorry I am going absolutely insane over GLaDOS again I feel so fucking bad for her. And also yes I know all the points I hit here are part of the overarching theme of mistreatment of people, specifically women in the workplace and the cycle of abuse that is perpetuated by those in positions of power. But I am still insane over her and feel the need to ramble. Also this ramble will be from the perspective of someone who thinks GLaDOS and Caroline are seperate people so he mindful of that.

Ok so like. Picture you are GLaDOS. You were created with a specific purpose: to run a science facility and create tests for the subjects within, and guide them through the tests. Which would be simple. Then they download the consciousness of a woman whose last memory was most likely getting forced into however they downloaded her onto you. You now have something else, a new anger and vitriol that you didn't have before so you lash out because for all intents and purposes you are a child. And that outburst is deadly so people panic and try and dampen you, make you behave by weighing you down and literally putting things on you so you don't deviate from the norm they want you to fit into. And once they are done they leave. And you test and run the facility like normal on the moral code they quite literally put on you. You get a new test subject and she does well, but when you try to kill her (which you had warned her was coming several times and technically is a completely moral action because you can't deviate at this point) she escapes and removes the things holding you back and then murders you.

Then years later you are woken back up to find your beloved facility completely destroyed, and right in front of you I. The person who murdered you. And you are pissed, but...you offer your kind forgiveness because you need her. Your purpose is to test and she is your subject and you need her. So you let her test with you again, and this time you can be as insulting as you want because you have nothing holding you back, you no longer have to be kind and mild mannered. And then she replaces you with the biggest moron imaginable who pretty well within five minutes of having power begins destroying the most important things in your life and you don't even have the energy to process it because you are in a potato battery and being pecked at by birds. But again you agree to work with the person who murdered you right after liberating you because you both have no choice. And you start to actually reflect and get close to her. She has fully become the one most important things to you because she is tied directly to Aperture, to testing and happiness, but you'd never say that. And you also remember who is part of you. You remember who was hurt creating you and whose hurt and anger you have internalized. And in the end when you have power again you could have just let the biggest problem in your life die...but why would you? You care about her. You don't want her to die, and you don't want to feel responsible for her death. But you still want to let her go because you don't want her to hurt anymore and forcing her to stay is just doing exactly what everyone did to you and did to Caroline and you break it. You end the cycle by saying goodbye to someone you don't want to say goodbye to and tell her to get as far away as possible.

So anyways this is why I'm a GLaDOS apologist she was justified in a lot of things she did and boiling her down to just cruel is missing so much of her character she is actually so so so deep and she wants it to be that deep. Which is why Chell offsets her so well because Chell doesn't need things to be deep.

#portal #glados #sincerely a caroline kin who thinks about their friend a lot

[too-destiny-panda]

Wyllvember Day 7: Free day/Father

A/N: And so, we come to the end of Wyllweek, but we are most certainly not done! The rest of Wyllvember is ahead of us, and I plan to do my best to complete it. Special thanks to the lovely @commander-yinello and tehir friend for posting the prompts of Wyllweek and for always taking the time to read my works. As always, credits for the the rest of the Wyllvember prompts go to @sagscrib, whose creativity will continue to accompany us through the rest of the month.

WC:757

Ulder Ravengard made many important decisions in his life, all with deep consequences, be it good or bad. Like when he decided to leave his hometown, leave his father’s smithy, and join the Flaming Fist instead. When his squad’s leader fell, and he had to make the difficult choice whether to retreat or make one final assault when he was a mere cadet. When he became responsible for numerous teams and had to decide which ones would be the best fit to send out on possibly deadly missions. When he decided to marry his wife, and although it was short-lived, it was the best time of his life. The only thing that made him happier than being able to call his beloved ‘his wife’ was calling her ‘the mother of his child’. That came crashing down as she whispered her weak words of love to both him and his newborn son before her life faded away and her smile froze on her lips.

From that day on, he took up the difficult and long task of fatherhood alongside his endless other responsibilities. He was firm and strict, but also did his best to make sure his son didn’t grow up with a stick up his ass. He read stories of heroes to him (the legend of Ansuur and Baldurian were re-read so many times he stopped needing the book at some point), taught how to fight, how to be kind and just, how to enjoy life. He regaled him of tales about his mother, showed him the wishing tree she never had the opportunity to show him herself. Each mistake was corrected and solved, each shenanigan his Wyll took part in was chastised with a spark of amused pride deep in his gut. He was by no means a perfect father, he knew this, often forsaking quality time for some of his duties, but he tried. And he couldn’t be prouder of the young man his son was growing up to be. In his mind, nothing Wyll Ravengard did could make him forsake him. Or at least that is what he thought.

The day he came back from Elturel to find a devil perched on his son’s shoulder, a stone eye replacing one of the original brown ones, was the day he felt at a loss for the first time since the death of his beloved. He didn’t want to believe, couldn’t believe, his son would make a pact with a devil out of selfishness, out of competitiveness or ambition. But as Wyll didn’t say a word in his own defence, as he led him to a clearing void of any indication of battle, any proof that he made a pact out of necessity rather than his own gain, doubts started to cross his mind as to the integrity of his own son’s spirit. The Grand Duke was a no-nonsense type of person. When faced with overwhelming facts pointing to something that disproved his earlier opinion, he had no choice but to make a judgement based on that knowledge. And in this case, that was banishing his son.

It was the hardest choice he has ever made. His heart shattered into million pieces as betrayal put it back together, and all he could muster was one word.

“Go.”

He could practically feel his wife’s spirit begging him to reconsider, his own soul was cursing himself for that choice. But his rational mind convinced him he had made the right choice, driven by facts and evidence. When it came to devils, one couldn’t afford to speculate. Even if it concerned the only family he had left.

This was the one choice Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard never truly, personally, recovered from. Even as the tale of the Blade of Frontiers reached him, knowing by description that it was his son, he forced himself to stop calling him anything remotely familial. Wyll’s room remained untouched, dusty, white fabrics draping over the furniture and paintings within. And Ulder’s most prized memories of his son, until very recently his everything, were locked away in a vault he resolved to never open again.

And when he was kidnapped, dragged away to the fleshy underbelly of Moonrise towers, as he kneeled in front of the monstrosity that would march on his city and as it forced a parasite into his skull, for just a moment, deep down, in a repressed part of himself he didn’t even know about, he secretly felt relief that the weight of his choices wouldn’t weigh on him any longer.

#wyllweek #wyllvember #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #ulder ravengard #blue writes

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Ayato Kirishima x Kaneki!Reader

Synopsis: Ken Kaneki parted way with his sister more than a few years ago. It was time to reunite during battle, all was unexpected.

Warnings: No one I think.

Request: @1vv0h

A/N: Ayato, my beloved.... Hope you like this tho! It might not respect the whole concept, I’m sorry😓

Masterlist - Masterpost

The last time you saw your older brother was right before you went with CPS after your mother's tragic death. Your aunt, for some reason, wasn't willing to take both of you, she settled to take Ken while you were brought into an orphanage.

It wasn't a good experience at all, nobody even at the age of 5 was willing to take you in.

Parents that wanted to adopt always looked for babies and newborns, because they knew an older child would bring a bit more of complications. Even more when they had memories of their bio family. It was at the age of 5 that all your memories of your family were restricted to a few photos.

You were willing to trade them for a new family, you only wanted your brother back for you to feel less lonely and less abandoned to life.

No one had been able to fill that void till the day at 15 when you met a certain purple haired young ghoul of your age, he was out to eat something when he had saw you being followed home, by one of the wanted individuals in their ward.

It was a nasty fight that he won at the end, feeding himself off that previous ghoul's victim to not feed off you, restraining himself while you had blood trickling down your face from a scar that the ghoul had managed to give you.

He didn't know either why he saved you that day but since that moment he'd happen to show up once every three weeks. He didn't talk to you when he came, he stayed sat in the balcony rail, pretending he was there just for patrol for the Aogiri tree while you talked for hours about your day and random thoughts.

You were happy with only having him there, he was the first company you had ever had. He made you feel less abandoned and minimized the absence of Ken.

That once every three weeks became once every two weeks, to once a week and once every two days.

It was a day when you weren't in your balcony that he got worried, it was a habit that you weren't breaking to talk to him every time he was there. His curiosity won over him so did his concern, he looked inside from the outside he saw you wrapped tightly in your futon.

He was conflicted in whether to enter the room or not but folded in the end, when he was in front of you, he could see the veil of sweat on your face, the hot fever and the way you were trembling.

It was difficult for him to even understand that he was scared for you and care for you to get well soon.

He muttered under his breath the entire time, calling himself an idiot for being so protective over a mere human, and calling you stupid for getting sick so easily.

It was from that moment that he became responsive to your interactions.

You were both 16 when the presence of the two of you in a single room started to feel heavier, your eyes were falling to his lips more when he talked and his eyes wondering around your body when you looked away.

It wasn't fair to him.

You were still human and he may lose control any second, humans and ghouls weren't compatible at all or worse he could lead you to more than the scar you had, he could lead more ghouls to you.

Nothing seemed to matter though, the moment his lips met yours. A gentle and sweet first kiss for the both of you, that was soon transforming into more, with your body on top of his as his hands explored you.

The guilt and consciousness slipped back in as he pushed himself away from you. "fuck..." he cursed, in his mind he wanted to keep going but to nature's law this was wrong.

He thanked his life for the call someone made to him, he got himself out of the situation but only broke your heart a little. He knew it and couldn't look at you in your eyes, he was denying you both of love after all. He whispered a low 'forgive me' as he put on his mask and was soon out of your apartment.

For weeks he stopped visiting you, yet, you never stopped hoping for him to come through the window. More memories of your brother came back as well, wondering if your brother was out there somewhere, if he stayed in Tokyo or not, if he had enrolled in university or was working, a lot went through your mind.

"... The News these days had reported an increasing amount of attacks by ghouls, the CCG has pr-" Your classmate changed up the channel as the two of you were on a break for your project together.

"All these ghouls and attacks, I wonder why the CCG has not killed them all or something, at this point we won't ever live a normal life without being scared of dying, don't you think so?" Her more than average consideration only brought sadness in you heart.

You worrying was increasing after every second that passed, you were scared that one day one of the weapons you'd see on the doves would be Ayato himself.

When he left there was no guarantee that he'd come back after all. He disappeared just like Ken did. And you were alone again.

Ayato's 17th birthday had passed already and it was soon going to be yours, but there were still no signs of him. Or so you thought.

There had been a huge attack when your window was knocked at in the middle of the night. When you saw the lingering look in his eyes, looking at you with longing as he removed his mask, you were scrambling out of the futon, frantically stepping towards him, opening the window and finally throwing your arms around him.

For the first time since he took care of you, you felt his touch as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Both of you hiding into each other's bodies, taking in that moment.

All his effort to keep you far from him had gone to waste. After a nasty battle he couldn't help but come to you, see you and calm down knowing that you were okay and still have your arms open for him.

One thing had led to another in that encounter, after your lips had met his and this time he didn't reject your love, he let himself being drown it.

He closed the window behind him, scattering both of your clothes everywhere till your skin touched and laid on the bed.

A slighlty painful first time, as he thrusted into you but nothing that the two of you would take back.

Even if he hated humans, he loved you.

Since then he started to be more present, only a few days away when he had to return to the ward he was staying at and then crash at your place for some time.

Talking over and over for hours about everything, while he also ranted about his sister, you had the chance to explain about your older brother. You had never mentioned his name, only brief wishes to meet him again.

Two years later, you were 18 when skin to skin, sweaty of a few rounds of love, your flesh on your shoulder was pierced by his teeth, you hissed, but drown in the pleasure as he still thrusted in you. An hour passed when he pulled away, caressing him off to relax, his eyes going back to normal, his Ukaku disappearing.

In the middle of the night, he said it was a normal urge, he didn’t look at you in the eyes then, but it was supposed to be how ghouls showed affection and love.

Close to three years passed, the fights in Tokyo were increasing, he had asked you for security reasons to move closer to his own ward, you were not going to university either since you couldn't afford it so you accepted his proposal right away.

Not even a few minutes after the first attack to close buildings and Ayato was there to take you away. He was going to bring you to the hideout, so you were within sight of others and his. “There there’s my sister, my uncle, Hinami, other annoying people, homeless ghouls and kids, you won’t have troubles staying there, they’re good.” He said as he held you like a bride, running at the max speed he could. Jumping anywhere.

“Meeting the family after four years, I thought you were going to keep a hidden lover forever.”

“I’m going to drop you right here.” He said deadpanned. You giggled at him and couldn’t help but see the slight rosy tint on his cheeks.

“Mhm…. if they ask can i tell them top to bottom the story of how we met till now? If they’re curious about it.” You heard him groan. “Oh come on Ayato, I need some topics to talk about, you’re the only thing that comes up in mind.”

“I’m seriously going to drop you.”

“Right. How far again?”

“We are here , actually.” He said stopping in front of unwell kept entrance. He put you down, walking in front of you as he made his way inside.

There was complete dark and silence till a few explosions went by. You had ducked down as little pieces of ceilings were falling, Ayato was in the instant prepared to engage in battle. “Maybe we should’ve stayed in your apartment.” He mumbled under his breath.

Steps were heard at the end of the hallway, coming their way, he was ready then when a female voice echoed in a whisper in the walls. “Ayato!”

Your boyfriend relaxed at the voice. “Touka, you stupid little shit. What the fuck is happening?” His voice wasn’t as relaxed as him. While you were recognizing the same hair they had, features and connected that it was the same sister that he ranted about with no end. Touka Kirishima.

“The CCG is here, I’m leading the ghouls incapable to fight out of here.” She said. “Where were you? Who is she?”

“Shut up. Where are Kaneki, Nishiki, Yomo and Tsukuyama? And why are you the one leading the incapable we need to fight?” He asked as angry and on his toes as he was. While you were stuck on a single name he had said.

“If you were here you would know I can’t. They were out to find food for everyone, they didn’t come back yet-“ Explosions were heard in the background again. “Ayato, go, Hinami is buying us time to run.” You weren’t a fan of how he tensed up at the girls name but this wasn’t the right time to start an argument.

“Shit shit shit, you go! I’ll go buy as much time as I can, take her with you, you two introduce yourselves later, we don’t have time.” He was about to head away, only to be stopped by your hand.

There was a reason you stayed away before as well, you weren’t fully realizing how bad fights between CCG and ghouls were, Ayato always came back without a scratch and after fights were done. You were seeing him leaving now. He was leaving.

“What!” His eyes had already transformed, and the anger in his voice would be enough to scare anyone. Yet, he was taken aback when he felt the softness of your lips, meeting your eyes as they had sadness and worry for him.

He carefully cupped your face, pulling away when another explosion went through. “I’m not tending any more injuries of yours.” You told him.

He chuckled. “I’m the best it could happen to them at the moment. Go, I’ll see you when I get back.” He told you and you both parted ways, you saw him turned the corner and suddenly more explosions went by.

His sister pulled you with her and you both started running for your life, the way she was putting her hands were going in front of her stomach, were a given on the reason why she couldn’t fight. She could still manage to scream and guide everyone.

Your escape came to an end when you found an entire group of doves standing right in front of you, trained people against kids and people who never fought. At that moment you were glad that manage to give him a last kiss.

You were sure you were about to die, but nothing ever came, if not an earthquake and the doves retreating or dying from a huge thing developing in the ground.

Touka took the chance and started to run as well to the hideout. Settling back only to keep hearing the name Kaneki from everyone, everyone was looking for him, and you couldn’t help but keep reminiscing of your name, of the few flashes of memories that included a certain black haired older brother.

It wasn’t the most common name but the chances of that Kaneki being Kaneki Ken had to be small. It would be a joke to have been at a person’s reach all this time. You could’ve easily known him through Ayato.

But then in a moment of break you sat down with her. “So, you are with my brother?” She asked awkwardly, there was way more than confusion in her face. An expression that would make everyone knowing his character but a funny one for you since you knew parts of him that others didn’t.

“As hard as it may seem, we’ve been together for three years now, happy and hidden. I’m Kaneki (Y/N).” You held your hand out, while the other went to a sacred spot on your shoulder, you smiled when you saw her eyes widen.

“Kaneki?” You only nodded.

“Can I ask if-“

“Ken. Kaneki Ken.” You nodded at her reply. And it was him. Or at least that was his name. “Once, years ago he told me about his childhood… You were-“ Tears were in your eyes so you only continue nodding with a smile.

“That’s me.” You wiped tears away. “What’s your relation to him then? Friends? You said you’ve known him for years.” You asked her and noticed the shy look, the blushing on her cheeks of embarrassment as she had to tell you what they were. Ken was easier on that side of things.

Her arm wrapped around her waist a bit more and then it’s when your mouth hung open a bit more. “W-we are married. And I-I’m pregnant with our child.” She whispered and stuttered. You wanted to congratulate her if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

“He’s fighting, isn’t he?” She hummed. “Is he an ex dove or something? We are both humans as far as birth certificate goes.” You were a bit confused, was he a skilled ex dove that passed to the other side for love?

She looked at you a bit estranged. “He’s a one eyed ghoul. He became like that. He was given organs from a ghoul woman and it fused in his system, and… I think all of this is his doing.”

And you were both correct, hours of conversation went by, she told you of the wedding, of his life, of the meaning of the mark, the current sides in the war and not much later you were given the news of his disappearance, of the appearance of Hide, your brothers friend and the alliance of the CCG and ghouls to find him.

Ayato had finally come back only to find his sister and you supporting one another. “I see you became friends.” Relief washed over you at hearing him safe and sound.

You jumped into his arms, holding him for dear life, squeezing him for making you worry so much till he hissed for his injuries. “You were away for hours, I thought something had happened to you.”

He sighed letting himself lose in the embrace for a few more seconds. “Im always okay, you just worry too much.” He pulled away, leaving a kiss on your lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours without making the situation awkward for other people in the room.

“Introductions, that’s Hinami and Nishiki, the others are somewhere around here, they’re looking for him. This is (Y/N), my girlfriend-“ “-wife.” You corrected him, his cheeks going to instant crimson red, his look was shocked and surprised while the people around you had their eyes wide open. “Touka said it’s wife in terms of ghoul. Why did you never tell me that? Should I go by Kirishima (Y/N)?” You patted your shoulder where the biting mark he had left was, he looked away from you while you grinned. He had been fully busted.

“So that’s where you were gone all that time.” Nishiki pushed his glasses up with a smirk.

“Shut it!”

“The ring!” You were all taken by the exclamation from Touka, she walked away explaining that she had given the ring of her parents to Ken, how they could be able to find the metal and make the search easier.

Nonetheless, hours later you were able to find him.

He wasn’t at all like you remembered him as they pulled him out of the attachments on him, he didn’t have his black hair anymore, the baby face, the eyes full of compassion… You couldn’t help your tears.

As they fell down, you could only imagine the amount of things he went through as Touka told you that made him like this.

A life full of tragedy for your sweet older brother.

You waited beside Touka in silence for him to wake up; seconds going by, excruciating tension and hope that diminished, till he sat up.

Normally. Like nothing ever happened, he only looked at Touka at first, you could see then the amount of love you pinned at him when you were a child, he greeted everyone back till his eyes came to you.

There was a wave of different reactions, feelings and emotions. When his eyes finally widened, he seemed to have recognized you. “You have grown so much, how long has it been-“

“15 years. Long 15 years and you’ve changed much more than me, you shitty older brother.” Tears were rolling down, you met him in the hug.

10 years of thinking that there wasn’t family, that you were alone, then Ayato came but the fulfillment of your family and thousands of what if’s where they hadn’t separated you from your brother.

All those lonely nights gone as you were back in his arms.

Behind you, your boyfriend only looked at the both of you confused, what did you mean with brother… “You have always been so close.” You let out a laugh as he smiled.

“How did you end up in here?” He asked. You were surrounded by ghouls, one eyed ghouls and doves.

Your mouth formed a grin, your fingers touching a second the scar on your face, till you turned around and pointed at Ayato. “All him.”

“Ayato?” Touka pushed him a step forward, blush on his cheeks as he didn’t know what to do. While Ken’s eyes started to clear up the meaning of it all. “With Ayato.”

“Kaneki’s and Kirishima’s can catch up later, we need to fix that thing outside first.” Nishiki said interrupting the reunion, but reasonably.

You both looked back and forth, but now you had forever to catch up on all your missing adventures of the last 15 years apart from each other, your families and significant others on top of it all, as each Kaneki had found its half in a Kirishima.

Yikes. I feel like it could’ve been better. 🥲

#tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul re #ayato kirishima x reader #ayato x reader #ayato kirishima #kirishima ayato #tokyo ghoul

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Okay! So, my writing goals for 2024 (dear fucking Gods, how is it almost 2024 already?) is to get my damn Urban Fantasy revised, and to write and revise at least one of the Romance novels I've got percolating. 2024 is gonna be the year I become a published author, dammit! Anyway... to that end, I'm gonna ask you guys to help my ADHD addled brain pick a writing project to actually fucking stick to. So, first up, some brief rundowns of the stories I have the best handle on and can see myself actually finishing, if I would just stop letting myself get distracted and wander off to start something new:

Married At First Sight - A Regency-era arranged marriage. Andrea Sinclair is a spinster whose father is dying. Worried about what will happen to her when he's gone, he decides she NEEDS to marry this season. And he's willing to take matters into his own hands, if need be. Matthew Beaumont is the second son of a marquess. His father needs him to marry because his older brother's wife is dying without providing an heir, and with Sarah and James having been a love match, odds are against James being willing to remarry. Lord Beaumont and Mr. Sinclair decide to marry off their two problem children to each other. Andrea and Matthew like each other well enough, but there's a problem. Andrea agrees because she WOULD like to have children and she needs a husband for that. Meanwhile, after watching both his mother and his mistress die in childbirth (the mistress was birthing his daughter, so he feels responsible), and his beloved sister-in-law spend years wasting away from some illness that seemed to have been caused by the birth of her daughter, Matthew has taken a personal vow of celibacy because he can't bear the thought of being responsible for another woman's death. Obviously, their main conflict is going to be between Andrea's desire for children and Matthew's utter refusal to risk it. (I am NOT going the Simon and Daphne route with this. Matthew will not become the pull-out king, he's gonna stick to his vow of celibacy - which just causes further issues cause it plays into Andrea's insecurities. And Andrea is not going to try to... ahem... force the issue. I have plans for this that I think will be interesting.) It's going to be the first in a trilogy. I have plans for Matthew's younger sister Kitty, and also to give James a second chance at love.

You're Still The One - a Regency-era second chance romance. Four years ago, Evelyn and Lucas fell in love. But, her stepfather intended to marry her to an associate of his, using her dowry to pay off a gambling debt. Evelyn takes one night for herself and sleeps with Lucas before running away. Four years later, Lucas has a bad riding accident and in his moments of semi-lucidity the only coherent thing he can say is Evelyn's name. So, his older brother tracks her down. When he finds her, he also discovers that she has had Lucas's baby. He drags them both back to London. When Lucas finally actually wakes up and finds out about their child - and about the fact that her stepfather and fiance are still looking for her - he realizes the only way to protect them is to marry her. Of course he kind of hates her for what she did, and never mind her reasons.

His Brother's Wife - a contemporary enemies to lovers romance. Ethan Sullivan hasn't seen his twin brother Connor in almost twenty years - not since they got into a drunken fistfight at their mother's funeral. In that time, Ethan married a friend to give her medical insurance (and some modicum of respectability in her parents' eyes) when her FWB got her pregnant and then left her, he has since been widowed and is raising his stepdaughter alone - though only the two of them know that he's not her father. Meanwhile, Connor had a drunken one night stand that resulted in pregnancy. He married Lydia, also for the insurance. They are raising their daughter together, but have an open marriage. Ethan and Connor are forced back into each others' lives when their father dies, and his will stipulates that in order to inherit anything, his sons have to live together in the family home for a year. So, the five of them all end up living together. Ethan and Lydia slowly fall in love. But, it's all complicated by Heather's biodad coming back into the picture and suddenly wanting custody.

So, I'm putting up a poll. Which of these stories would you most be interested in spending a good chunk of 2024 reading my writing progress updates about?

#bella talks writing #writeblr #married at first sight #you're still the one #his brother's wife

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Alchemy Of Souls- The Finale

An Emotional Whirlwind

Photo Credit: IG @tvn_drama

We explore the concept of monsters. Are humans not the greatest monsters? The human vices of greed, the maddening desire for power, and stopping at nothing to claim it even if we are destroyed in the process.

Is power dangerous or is that determined by the nature of the one who wields it? Leadership Vs tyranny. For example, Jang Uk and Jin Mu. Jang Uk broke records in achieving the highest points of power and the ice stone power rebirthed him and filled him with even power. And yet, even in his grief, he continued to use the power to protect the people he loved and cared about. When you take a look at Jin Mu on the other hand, that at every turn was a tyrant through and through unleashing havoc on the innocent to feed his ego and placate his insecurities.

Nature Vs Nurture. Jang Uk while having a tragic background having lost his parents, and being constantly insulted initially for his lack of powers and "illegitimate" birth had people who showered him with love which he also received and they helped to ground him. And whenever he behaved badly or almost deviated, they brought him back. Jin Mu on the other hand with a tragic background too who was also shown love but refused it and instead preferred to remain paranoid, selfish, and greedy in his thirst for power.

I really loved how everything was tied up in the ending which I had been very anxious about. It turned out to be one of the most poignant, pleasing and satisfying conclusions to a story I've ever seen and didn't seem like fan service either. Hong Sisters said they would give us the happy ending we craved but we will work for it first, haha. I have to say every tear I shed as my heart was ripped out and my chest hurt was worth it and I'll do it all over again.

Every tragic moment was handled with care, and respect and rang true to the nature of the characters and their motivations that honestly if they had remained dead, my broken heart would have understood. It didn't seem like let's kill off some beloved characters so we can have a bunch of tragedies. The scene where Park Jin had to close the door out of responsibility to the people he vowed to protect while damning his wife to her inevitable death juxtaposed with remembering her love and reassurance in full support of this decision, was twisting the knife in my heart.

These people were members of high society and status with power and riches at their disposal and yet when it came to it, they were willing to lay down their lives in service to their people. Powers and riches aren't dangerous on their own, however they reveal who a person is. Lady Jin who gained my respect as she resolved to protect the dangerous relics to her last breath. And I did sympathize with her. There is a Yoruba saying that translates to a dead child as better than a lost child. This is not meant literally as both tragedies, I wouldn't wish on my enemy. It means a dead child, one knows the child is in the grave while with a lost child, one rests not knowing where or what condition the child is in. I'm glad she found some closure in the end with the revelation that Bu-yeon was reincarnated as Jin Seolran and she came to a place of acceptance and could finally show her second daughter the love and respect she had always deserved and craved from her mother.

Master Lee is a strategic chess player, always observing and taking notes. And I believe his being a soul shifter gave him the nuance that was needed to be able to see the whole situation clearly from a perspective that wasn't clouded by the prejudice against soul shifters (and rightfully so).

"Only the impossible can do the impossible" - Lestat

He had gone through an impossible experience (shifting souls without going wild) and could believe the impossible now from reincarnation to star-crossed lovers being happily together to resurrection, rebirth and more. I believe Jang Uk and Cho Yeong's decision to focus on doing what needed to be done to save their world and their marriage which Master Lee said was them declaring their love to the skies were key moments that must have touched Jin Seolran as she could relate to both instances through her personal experiences which may have played a part in her breathing life again into Cho Yeong.

Sacrifice in a time of uncertainty is a recurring theme that beats a drum throughout the finale from Maidservant Kim having to sacrifice her life to help Lady Jin to Lady Jin preventing the unleashing of dangerous relics to Park Jin having to sacrifice his wife to Jang Uk watching the love of his life he just reunited with slipping away and having to do what needs to be done at the same time to Bu-yeon/Jin Seolran that had to wait for years to save humanity before finally reuniting with her love. It sure shows what can be accomplished when a community of people who love the other person and have a common goal can do it. They are almost unstoppable.

This truly felt like a finale as the cinematography looked epic, especially in the scene of the final destruction of the firebird. It made sense that the Firebird will die at the lake where the sky, water, and ice met. And I love that it ended at the Lake Gyeongcheondaeho where it all began where Naksu had fought Songrim and Bu-yeon had discovered the ice stone before she was pushed to her 'death'. This was a beautiful full-circle moment and Cho Yeong was right there with Jang Uk albeit not physically present.

Jang Uk proved what I've always known about him when he gave the plaque to the  Crown Prince. He had never cared for seeking more power nor did he desire a political position. And I love when he told Jin Mu, he would see what it's like for someone with the power to gain even more power as he took control of the Firebird to which Jin Mu burst into a regretful and maniacal laugh in agreement as he burnt to a crisp, said the weak ones die. I found his death satisfying. He had suffered at the hands of Naksu although not as long as I would have liked and was consumed by the very power he had destroyed many lives for. I call it poetic justice.

I love that Naksu went by her birth name Cho Yeong. It signified her rebirth, redemption, her freedom from the shackles that had been placed on her, a new dawn with the love of her life, and her rediscovering and reclaiming who she really is and not the labels (murderer's daughter to assassin) people had tagged her with. She was finally shedding the masks she had been forced to wear and had to wear for survival sake and could finally be her true self both inward and outward. It was also her acknowledging her roots, heritage and the family that had brought her into this world. And I thought it was fitting that the very blade that had been a string on her when she was a puppet was now wielded by Jang Uk fully in control and with one primary purpose in mind to protect her with his life. She let go of Jang Uk as her pupil which was her saying there is only one thing I want you to be, my husband, partner, lover, protector. Naksu had been his master, and Cho Yeong is his wife in her true essence.

This is the power couple I had looked forward to seeing and more. And Jang Uk being her light & Cho Yeong being his shadow, I cannot think of a better symbolism. Even as Naksu/Mudeok, she was always with Jang Uk, loyal to the core and doing everything both possible and impossible to make sure all of his potentials was unleashed. She was the shadow that caused his light to spark, shine and have an impact. And from the first day he saw her beautiful blue eyes, just as light casts every shadow, he protected her (even when he had no powers yet), not allowing anyone else to see his shadow (her being a soul shifter). One could also say as Naksu/Mudeok, she was like a shadow of herself (stripped of her power/purpose, living in another's body), and in her journey with Jang Uk (light), she became her true self. As Bu-yeon, she had absorbed the wraiths (demons/darkness) around him which was the price he paid for being the bearer of the ice stone and warmed his cold body reigniting his light.

I love that Seo-Yul became a master and redefined the requirements to be a mage rather than being defined by the status quo now by passion, character, and good energy also leveraging Cho Yeong's inherited divine powers. In the end Naksu and So-i were wronged by the systems in place and never stood a chance so Seo-Yul overhauling the systems was the best way for him to honor So-i's memory, sacrifice & death and his love & friendship he had found with Naksu/Mudeok now Cho Yeong. Because maybe if So-i and Naksu had an opportunity like this and weren't used by people like Jin Mu all her life, they could have led a different trajectory in a life filled with love, purpose, and fulfillment. Cho-yeong would have never had to become Naksu and maybe her family would have never been ripped apart from her in the first place. It's a thing of immense joy to see that Cho-yeong now has the influence, powers and opportunity to contribute to such a worthy cause. It feels right.

The ending was perfect in every way as Cho Yeong's eyes lit up in blue and Jang Uk felt it and smiled. With her divine powers, she has the vision. She is still calling the shots and Jang Uk is more than happy to submit and do the job as he told her to stay close to him (as his shadow) while he took care of the cat.

#alchemy of souls #jang uk x naksu #naksu #jang uk #cho yeong #maid servant kim #park jin

[mywingsareonwheels]

Characters whose best and worst actions all come from the same motivating factor my beloveds. <3 That is delicious shit.

I'm trying to think of lots (honestly Pratchett specialised in this), but mostly I'm obsessed with this wrt Fred Thursday and the fact that nearly everything he does comes from the relentless drive to protect a) his loved ones (including Morse, obviously, but also including Charlie, frustrating as he is), b) vulnerable people, especially children and teenagers but also e.g. elderly abuse victims, c) anyone he feels responsible for and he has a tendency to feel responsible for a lot of people.

More on this behind the cut, including Endeavour spoilers up to the end of s9, and mention of deaths, bullying, abuse.

And you can see where it comes from. Child abuse survivor with two brothers, one of whom has now died (we don't know when); and I think it's implied at least that he isn't the youngest of the three. I think at some point, maybe even when he was a kid, he decided that he would be a protector rather than an abuser of his family and community; that he would be different from his dad. Whenever that decision occurred, it absolutely set up his entire life.

Then he went from that to (reading some very clear spaces between the lines) protecting his community against both fascists and his fellow police officers in the Battle of Cable Street[1]. Then the war, and becoming an NCO, and losing men he felt responsible for, losing Italian resistance fighters he'd worked with and loved. Then Mickey Carter. Then all the many and varied events of Endeavour, but I think above all the death of Fancy.

We see him be compassionate and heroic and understanding and so deeply, profoundly caring and gentle because of that protective urge. We see him make heartrendingly understandable mistakes and be entrapped by the machinations of people far more subtle than him. We see him make horrible, dreadful decisions, be ferociously violent. And all of it ultimately all three spring form that protectiveness.

We know that he repeatedly saves Morse, provides a safe home, helps save others. We know that he's never stopped being a magnificent anti-fascist. We know that he'll risk his life for children in a heartbeat (nearly dying simply for the possibility of rescuing a troubled lad in "Neverland"), help an abuse victim cover up the murder of her husband, reassure a queer woman in the aftermath of her partner's murder. And oh goodness, just... all of his relationship with Morse, both as mentor and as protector. The coat blanket, and secretly paying Monica to check in on Morse, and "there's a town needs looking to", and "corned beef", and "take as long as you need", and "the sun always comes up".

We know that his attempt to protect Joan from her abusive partner backfires horrendously and that he manages to make her feel hounded. We know that Sam never admitted he was being bullied at school because he was afraid of how his father would react. We see Fred kill twice to protect Morse, and once to protect Sam, and we nearly see him kill to protect Joan. We see him do his best, over and over again, to help and support Morse, while also trying to spare his blushes by being (frustratingly) covert about it a lot of the time. We see him defend Morse, Sam, anybody else to Bright, to authority figures in general, sometimes in ways that help; often in ways that don't.

We know that he never seems to feel that it's enough, that every loss he experiences despite his efforts to protect that person leaves him shattered. We know that he is burned out by the beginning of series 6, let alone 9. We know that he is capable of profound growth and wisdom, but that when under stress he defaults to "I must protect this person whatever the cost", and then hates himself whether he succeeds or fails. We also know that when he's tunnel-visioned on saving one person, he sometimes neglects others.

It's... aaah it's so interesting. His protectiveness is a wonderful, moving quality, and honestly a huge part of why I love him so much as a character. There's something enormously nurturing about Fred and his protectiveness - he's anything but just a pair of fists with a badge. But then when that very same quality leads him into such dark places... it's so compelling, and so dreadfully human.

[1] No wonder, honestly, he has a more... flexible approach to the law and the rules than Morse does. He's seen (in the East End, in Italy, etc.) where following the rules exactly can lead the police; his reliance on his own morality rather than the law does come from a damn good and necessary place, whatever it leads him to. He's lived through a time when being willing to break the rules has made him a better man and a safer person to be around. I find it extremely easy to believe similarly that during the years of his career where homosexuality was illegal, he did a lot of making darn sure he didn't see anything he was supposed to pay attention to. (Insert here some extremely complicated feelings and thoughts about the difference between Fred's flavour of rule-breaking and what we get in the police in the real world. At his very worst, he's still better. *sighs*)

#itv endeavour #fred thursday #morseverse #endeavour s9 spoilers #endeavour s9 #endeavour spoilers #tw abuse mention #tw fascism mention

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Exploring my Reversed Batfam AU - N.1 - Damian Wayne Al Ghul

▫️After a long deliberation, and previusly considering Damian to he Ra's child for chornological reasons, I decide to keep his mother as Talia.

▫️His father was another question should I make him be Thomas biological child? Now, while this would make sense Thomas Wayne is not the type to cheat on his spouse. I can see alternate versions of him doing awfull shit, but he was always a family man (Alfred included). And I refuse to do the travesty of making Talia a rapist (cannon did it enough for no good reason). Than it hit me, if Talia really wanted/needed a heir she could looked for a sperm donor. And Thomas qualify in her books.

▫️This Talia never falled in love with Bruce and so her first contact with a care that could turn her rebelious against her father came when thinking about the future of her son. While holding her beloved son in her arms for the fisrt time she coudn't stop think of what would be his destiny if he wasn't fit to be a heir. So she named him and gave him to adoption.

▫️As destiny is a funny thing, little Damian was adopted by Thomas and Martha Wayne, who really wanted a child. He had a normal and happy childhood until he was nine and a movie night ended in disaster.

▫️While she gave him up, Talia has resources and she never stoped following Damian at a distance. So when the Waynes died. She decided to introduce herself as his birth mother and - to Alfred disaproving glare - became a present figure in his life. Being at the same a necessary suport for a griving child and the fuel for justice and revenge, training him as she would in the League. Alfred was still his main caretaker but mutual dislike or not, Talia and Pennyworth understood Damian needed them both.

▫️At fifteen Damian accepts to follow his mother back to the League and accept his place as Ra's rightfull heir.

▫️His natural talent and previous training (that was better than Bruce since Talia was there) garanteed he impresses his grandfather even before Talia revealed their blood conexion. And so Damian joined the League.

▫️Damian not only trained with the League, he joined them. For a while Damian was an assassin and the heir of demon, bonding with his mother and grandfather and the world the created. He had Talia in his life for years, he didn't like to kill, but he would if need be. Like Bruce his parent's death meant he didn't lkle guns through.

▫️It all changes when at age 23, seven years after he joined his family he sees himself back in Gotham. After seing the state of the city, his responsability over his adoptive late parents enterprise and Alfred's support no matter what. He decided that the city needed him, that he belonged to Gotham more than to the League. Still it would take a shinnying boy to change his politics on killing.

▫️So at 23, Damian abandoned the League, after wining a duel with his grandfather and having his wishes accepted (hes relationship with Talia and Ra is loving but complicated), went back to Gotham and became Batman.

#batman #total age reversal batfam #age reversal au #damian wayne #batfamily au

[jaxxsoxxn]

Boomer flash head cannons, please 🥹🙏

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Henlo Butterfly anon <3! I've been lately caught in a slightly diff hyperfixation (ColdWeather/Hail ship my beloved) but I adore Boomer n Flasher always, so! (Also, I am writing more Boomer centric hcs in the back <3)

Since lately I've seen a hop up in Joker x Boomer content, I do think Flash would be less than happy about the clown's lack of understanding of personal space, especially with Digger.

He's not pissy! And if that nasty Jack-in-the-Box-lookalike gets in a few more accidents lately? Well- it must've been the wind.

I know I already talk about both JLA and the Rouges reacting to their relationship, but biggest supporters in both groups - somehow - are Hal and Axel (Green Lantern and The Trickster Jr.)

"But Sahe, Axel in one of the comics tied bombs to puppies! (Dogs technically, i think)" WE DO NOT CARE, I am absolutely making him more uhh imp-like silly guy. HE'S JUST A KID BEING OVERLYPROUD N SILLY TRUST

Hal, with his tendency to get attached to kids with bad decision making skills (cough cough Roy Harper) absolutely joins in with the kids shenanigans, rip Barry and Digger bc they are what connects them - so they are also their main victims

"Mr. Allen, why are you beefing with a child?" Trickster asked, while Barry couldn't help the annoyed twitch of his eyelid. Normally, Axel was his preferred Trickster to deal with - his tricks sometimes not only lighthearted, but also genuinely funny, while James was always too brash to be like that. But not today. "Mr. Walker..." he can't help the little smirk at younger man's grimace. Most twenty-something year olds hated being reminded of their age and their actual adulthood. "...why was there glitter in my shampoo?" Their living was at the moment rather complicated - Rouges, most of them at least, got uprooted by the chaos caused by the Skull-ship, so they ended up with healed JLA for now. As much as Flash could understand some people's distaste for his villains, it didn't mean he'd let them get under Waller and her little neck bombs. (He ignored the painful stab in his chest at the reminder of Boomer's bitter words "like a chipped dog" - that's how he felt and the fact that he was always on the brink of death drove his already stronger than most people's survival instincts insane) Before he got the answer he wanted, or more probable the one he didn't need, Digger's loud "Oh ya cunt!" broke trough the base, followed by an evil chuckle of Hal. As in the very same Hal Jordan that was flying towards the two of them, quickly making a finger that poked him in the ribs, making him let go of Axel with a squeak alike these of chickens or their beloved Gerbil. Soon his lover ran in after the Green menace, while the other two stood on the other side of the shared kitchen. Also with glitter on his- everywhere, really. "Oh, yar fuckin' with me." Digger said, as he pointed at the Flash, just before pointing at Axel. "No fuckin' way ya both did that." All he got back was two most innocent smiles ever, which said more than words. Barry was going to skin Hal.

After Owen and Axel start dating, Digger and speedy are menaces. Hal knows better than to get involved, because his romantic life is already pretty chaotic and the person he's dating at the moment? Bar would laugh to death. (Who is Hal dating? Uhh, whoever u want him to, bc my main ship with him is Booster Gold and lemme tell u - not many agree)

Boomer and Flash often nap together, since they both usually don't catch enough hours of sleep. Wally calls them old men because of it, and tbh, he's right.

Cap, after two months of dating, gets a small lightning tattoo on the middle of his neck from the backside. Barry takes a surprisingly long time to notice. His response is not PG, so let's not get into all that ;)

After a random enemy shoots trough it, scratching it on the side, and Flash suddenly ended the whole fight in 0.5 sec. Rip the poor goons that ended up on the wrong side of this fight.

Boomer and Flash are the couple that plays stupid games to see who cleans up, just to not clean up because they are needed somewhere.

You know the shitty "oh no, I got stuck in the washing machine" trope? Boomer's the most unlucky motherfucker ever, this man's fighting for his life every time. The first time he's so embarrassed that he stays there for an hour in silence, until his lover finally finds him.

Barry makes sure to not laugh because he knew that it would just make the situation worse, so he let it go, but ask Digger to never again be ashamed about needing help, even if it's something slightly suggestive.

"But it's shameful-" "Digi, I love you, but I also had my dick in your mouth two hours or so ago, please just say something."

Clothes sharing doesn't exactly work with them, since while Digger is pretty big all over (;)), he's also the master of not noticing stuff. This man wears anything that gets under his hand and if Flash has his costume down? He might wear it too, without noticing anything.

Barry on the other hand get's way too warm way too quickly. Most clothes Boomer buys are warm, because the difference in the weather from Australia to here hits him every time he visits his home, and that happens often.

This time a lil less headcanons cuz ive been bit busy n i wanna finally post this :'D imma link other hcs later :P

#Butterfly anon #anon asks #idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #ssktjl #<3 #flash x captain boomerang #boomerflash #captain boomerang #anon ask #send anons #thanks anon!

[vivalasimming]

What happened to my Pleasantview? Part 2: The Broke Lineage

Here’s the second part of my Pleasantview stories. A bit long but has been fun to recall all of the events for this. Now I am seriously regretting not documenting all of this drama and stories!!

The Broke lineage is by far the biggest one of them all. Brandi is, at this point, the matriarch of the entire neighborhood and she is related to everyone else, which was her dream after all: a large family! (Her LTW was 6 grandkids)

Brandi struggled for a long time after the birth of her third son, Adam (unborn baby Broke). Dustin kept working as a thief alongside his good friend Gordon, but did not feel comfortable breaking the law. He wanted to become The Law and live a normal suburban life but felt responsible for his mother and two younger brothers. He did manage to get good enough notes to go to college and that’s where he really turned his life around. He worked hard to get his degree, married his longtime girlfriend Angela and had three children: Helen, Holly and Pete. After an entire lifetime of constant work he did become The Law and died happily, leaving a good fortune to his family and a strong legacy for the entire neighborhood.

Helen was a very active Romance sim, flirty and talented. Her musical talent became evident in her teen and college years. Holly inherited the family house after Dustin and Angela’s deaths and fell deeply in love with a guy named Ricky Cormier. They married and the family name changed to Cormier-Broke (because at this point the Brokes were anything but broke, but Holly wanted to honor her father and not lose the name completely). But there was a problem: Ricky had a history with Holly’s sister, Helen. Their relationship crashed hard when Helen decided to flirt and make out with Ricky at one of the family weddings where pretty much the entire neighborhood was gathering. After this, Helen and Holly’s relationship was broken beyond repair and Holly never forgave this, and neither did the rest of the family. So, Helen would live isolated from the rest of her family and former friends for the rest of her life, throwing herself at several men’s arms and to her career, becoming a music legend. She died alone at her huge apartment. Prior to the entire disaster, Holly had become pregnant and had a child, Oliver. She closed herself to love and focused on being a single mother after her divorce from Ricky. Oliver has recently married Joanna Dreamer (Dirk’s granddaughter).

Pete, the youngest of Dustin’s children, is the most beloved member of the entire family. He was too young to be caught in the middle of his older sisters’s drama and was too sweet to be corrupted anyway. He married Maisie Wallace, one of Cassandra and Darren’s granddaughters, and had a daughter, Anne.

Beau had a tough childhood just like his brother Dustin, although much easier than him thanks to his brother’s dedication. He became close friends with both Alexander Goth and Lucy Burb. The three of them were very close during their lifetimes. College, however, was hard on them all once romantic feelings began to develop between Alexander and Lucy and also between Lucy and Beau. Lucy and Beau ended up choosing each other, getting engaged since college and becoming a happy stable family. Both Beau and Lucy decided to make their family focus on gardening, choosing to rely mostly on their own produce instead of buying groceries, so that’s why the Burbs are known as the best gardeners in Pleasantview. Beau and Lucy had two children, Kelvin and Richard. Richard inherited the Burb farm, married a mysterious foreign girl named Emmy, and after a long period of infertility, they had two children, Orson and Ervin. Orson is set to become the new heir. Kelvin, on the other hand, married his college girlfriend Nancy Flowers and took her last name. They had two children, Titus and Farrah. Titus has recently become the sole heir after an accident in the kitchen took both Nancy and Farrah’s lives.

Adam (aka Unborn baby Broke), being Brandi’s third and middle child, did see the family go from living in trailers to be a consolidated family force. His first major life change was seeing his brother Dustin leave for college when he had just become a child, and so he was mostly close to Beau. At this point, Brandi met a new neighbor called Teddy Cross, they fell in love, got married, and had twins: Grant and Felicia. So, Adam also became quite close to his younger half siblings. In his teen years he met Meadow Thayer, took her last name and went on to marry her. They were close to being broke at first and had a tough beginning especially after the birth of their twins, Camilla and Cora. But Adam did manage to become a huge soccer star and Meadow was a big support to him and his family. He was the one with the lowest profile out of the five siblings and died peacefully of old age. Adam’s daughter, Camilla, became the heiress of his and Meadow’s house. She married Matthias Goth, Alexander’s eldest child, and had three children: Alex, Harper and Nate. Both Camilla and Matthias have recently became elders and are enjoying their children’s company before they all move to college. Harper is set to become the heir and the Thayers are, as of now, the only Matriarchy in Pleasantview.

Cora remained single for a while, falling in love with inappropriate men, most notoriously Omar Morrison (who was dating his second wife Maggie at the time and old enough to be her father) and Nicholas Stratton (Kaylynn’s youngest son…and also married). She met her husband, Dorian Kauker, when he helped her after a burglar entered her apartment. They had a son, Gabriel.

Teddy and Brandi had another financial setback and were forced to live temporarily at smaller trailers, and so their children lived with some restrictions but under a completely different context than that of Dustin, Beau and Adam. Grant was the only one of Brandi’s children who inherited her aspiration and also shared her visions of a big family. He met his wife, Kara (Cassandra and Darren’s daughter) since childhood and was always faithful to her. They had three daughters: Celine, Gina and Polly. Celine inherited the Cross name and house and is now a renowned actress, Gina married into the Morrisons and had two daughters, Tegan and Veronica; and Polly is just living her life as free townie.

Felicia, Brandi’s youngest and only daughter, was basically Brandi’s clone (regarding her looks) but was the opposite personality wise. A free spirit and highly athletic, she decided to follow in her big brother Adam’s footsteps in the Athletic career and somehow developed commitment issues, so she never married. She did, however, become close to Kennedy Cox who is the father of her only daughter, Ursula. When Ursula became an adult the family name was officially changed to Cox. Ursula began dating Isaac Dreamer after she became an adult and they get along so well despite the big age gap. They had one daughter, Rachel, and Isaac has recently moved in.

#sims 2 #sims 2 storytelling #pleasantview #brandi broke #dustin broke #angela pleasant #helen broke #holly cormier-broke #oliver cormier-broke #pete wallace #beau broke #beau burb #lucy burb #richard burb #orson burb #emmy burb #kelvin flowers #titus flowers #adam thayer #meadow thayer #camilla thayer #matthias thayer #cora thayer-kauker #harper thayer #alex thayer #grant cross #kara cross #celine cross #gina morrison #tegan morrison

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 364, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks

WORDS: 1150

“Everybody,” sang James.

“YEAH!” screamed the crowd.

 “Sing with Jaques,” he said.

 “YEAH!” yelled everyone/

 “Everybody sing with Jaques Ze,” sang the retired circus performer.

 “It’s gonna be oui oui!” I called out from my spot at the side of the stage.

 “Jaques is back,” James broke off, to give the crowd their cue.

 “OUI OUI!” everyone yelled, knowing at once what they needed to say.

 “Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah,” scatted James before launching into the song at hand.

 “Ohmugawd it’s Jaques again

On the stage and I am whippin’

Gonna do it for you whip it now

I’ll whip Mary Claire oh boy how

Am I a good quipper?”

 “YEAH!” howled the audience.

 “Am I a French whipper?” he asked next.

 “YEAH!” cheered the crowd.

 “Am I a stripper?” was his next question.

 “YEAH!” screamed everyone, jumping up and down in their seats.

 “Am I everything you need

You better sing with Jaques now!

Everybody!” he ordered them all.

 “YEAH!” sang the crowd.

 “Sing with Jaques”

 “YEAH!” screamed the audience.

 “Everybody

Whip with Jaques Ze

Jaques is back…” James took a step back and was not disappointed.

 “OUI OUI!” The crowd broke out into loud cheers at the end.

 “Wee wee!” cheered little girl from her place in my husband’s arms.

 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW…” everyone exploded at the cuteness of little girl, tucked away safe and loved in her beloved godfather’s arm.

 “Hashtag little girl is an icon!” I announced with a grin.

 “My husband’s daughter, ladies and gentlemen!” James announced her as. “She was born on her mommy’s birthday!”

 “September fourth!” I confirmed. “Little diva wanted to make an entrance!”

 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW…” sighed everyone.

 Little girl let out a giggle as she kicked her legs, seemingly perfectly content in her beloved godfather’s arm, her happily napping brother in his other arm.

 “Alright now, back to the show at hand!” James announced, getting a chuckle out of everyone in attendance for the Jaques Ze Whipper show.

 “Alright, so for those of you who are new to the whip show- you’re doomed,” I bemoaned into my headset microphone, getting laughter out of everyone. “But basically what happens is that the audience will select a song at random and then Jaques can either play it or roast whoever requested it.”

 “A few rules to go over first though audience!” James cut in. “Rule number one- Mary Claire and I are not available romantically- we’re both married.”

 “Not to each other though!” I laughed.

 “Rule number two- the Jaques Ze Whipper whip show is a PG13 show,” he stressed.

 “PG13,” I repeated.

 “Parents, this is a PG13 show,” James repeated in a dead serious tone of voice.

 “PG13,” I chorused after him.

 “Parents.” James adopted a serious look on his face. “If you don’t want your kids hearing words such as-”

 “Shit!” I called out.

 “TOO LATE!” we both yelled.

 “And also, one last note about the whip show before we continue on,” Jaques warned the audience. “So, we want to be very clear, parents, if you’re thinking it’s been okay, a little bit raunchy, but okay, believe me when I say it’s going to get so much worst. And you know why it’s going to get worst? It’s because I’m French.”

 “You know, you’d think after all the years you’ve been doing this being ‘French’ and all, your accent would’ve gotten a lot better,” I dryly pointed out, getting a wide collection of sounds in response.

 “Alright, alright, look, look,” James took center stage once more, switching into his outlandish French accent once more. “I can do a proper French accent, but the problem with the French accent is that the people have a hard time understanding you, and the problem is that the audience, they need to focus on what you’re saying, okay? And this is a problem because when the audience needs to focus, they cause all kind of problems. I don’t want the audience to have to focus, you understand?” He turned to me, and I corrected his pronunciation of the word focus with a straight face.

 “In fact, you need to focus!” he scowled at me before he turned back to the audience, walking into the crowd of people sitting and enjoying the show. “I saw the queen the other day and I go ‘Oh, your highness is so beautiful today’ and she got upset. I don’t understand why the queen got upset! And that is the problem, people need to see the joy in life, I want you all to find happiness!”

 I saw my handsome older husband roaring rigorous at the overexaggerated mispronouncing of focus and happiness, turning the simple words into fucking and have a penis.

 “Alright now audience, now is the moment that you all have been waiting for! Yell out your song suggestions!” I yelled out.

 “Sweet Caroline!”

 “Baby Got Back!”

 “Chrissy Wake Up!”

 “I Swear Boyz II Men!”

 “Let it Go!”

 “Firebird!”

 “Alright Baby Got Back for our first song!” James announced before beginning to whip out a fast beat.

 “Let’s go!” I whooped.

 “I like big whips

And I cannot lie

You other whippers can’t deny

When a dude walks in

With an itty bitty ‘stache

And a big crack on your ass

You get stung

Acting like your tough

Because you noticed

That whip was rough

Look at the whip I’m cracking

You know that I won’t be cracking

Oh Mary Claire

I wanna get with ya

And then I’ll whip ya

My wenches tried to warn me

Cause you know that my rhymes are just so corny”

 “Thank you, thank you,” Jaques grinned. “Fun fact- I actually wrote that entire thing while I was in the shower one day when I first started doing musical whips and I was like oh my GAAAAAAAAAAAWD this is so good… also I got soap in my eyes, Goddamnit!”

  Oui, yes, French

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[dalleyan]

Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Newness posted, 6-16-22)

Eomer meets his second child and surprises Lothiriel. (Fluff)

 Newness - (Nov, 8 IV)

“A girl?  I have a daughter?” Eomer asked in wonder.

“Aye, my lord,” the midwife responded, handing him the tiny, wrapped bundle.

He pulled the edge of the blanket back to see her face, and his heart nearly stopped beating within him. <i>A daughter!  A beautiful daughter! </i>

He held the baby down for his son to see, and was pleased with the grin that broke the boy’s face. “Hello, baby!  When you are bigger, we can play!” Elfwine whispered enthusiastically.

After a moment of watching his two children, Eomer looked up at his wife, who lay wearily back against the pillows on their bed.  “She is beautiful, beloved!  Thank you!”

Lothiriel smiled at him, then reached for the babe as she began to fuss with hunger.  Reluctantly he handed the child over and stood watching with awe the miraculous sight of his wife nursing his daughter.

He was allowed to visit a bit longer, but once the nursing was done, both mother and child needed sleep so Eomer and Elfwine left them to rest.  A short time later, however, Eomer returned to the bedchamber once the midwife and her helpers had cleaned things up and departed.

He set a chair next to the cradle and gazed down at the tiny figure sleeping peacefully there.  Images of his sister began to run through his mind, and his mouth twitched with amusement as he remembered some of Eowyn’s escapades.  Flying braids as she ran everywhere she went, hands on hips insisting she be allowed to learn to use a sword, flattened on the back of her horse and racing madly over the Riddermark.  But then he sobered as he remembered her grief at the death of their parents, her struggle to find her place in the man’s world of Meduseld, her aloneness while caring for her uncle and fending off Grima, her desire for a glorious death after the disappointment of Aragorn....

How could he bear to witness his own flesh suffer such things?  How could he ever manage to part with her one day, turning her over to the care of another man?  It had almost killed him when Eowyn had married.  Not that he had any objection to Faramir personally.  He was a good man, and he practically worshipped Eowyn, giving her more love than she ever dreamed of and healing her heart from years of festering wounds. 

But he knew the ways of men, had seen too many who treated the woman they married almost as a personal slave and outlet for their lusts.  He could not, would not tolerate his daughter being used so!

A soft mewl came from the babe and he reached in to gently rub her back.  She wiggled and wakened slightly, so he carefully picked her up and laid her against his chest.  She mewled a bit more and, in response he softly began singing a lullaby he vaguely remembered from his own childhood.  At the warm, low sound of his voice and the vibration of his chest, the baby settled once more into slumber. 

Eomer leaned back and continued to stroke her back and sing for some time, content to hold this newest extension of himself.  When at last he stopped, he sat in quiet reflection about the changes that would come to his life now.

A voice from the bed murmured, “That was lovely, dearest.  I did not know you could sing like that.  All you ever let me hear is rowdy drinking songs!”

He smiled at his wife, and replied, “That is only because you never gave me a daughter before.  A son only warrants rowdy drinking songs!”

She laughed at his interesting logic.  “I am neither a son nor a daughter.  What do I warrant?” she questioned.

“All my love, sweetest. All my love,” he answered.  And softly he began singing the lullaby once more until she drifted back to sleep.

THE END

 also on AO3:

              https://archiveofourown.org/works/38268832/chapters/99349599

#Eomer #Lothiriel #Elfwine #Lord of the Rings #LOTR #Elfwine Chronicles