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thecuriousquest · 6 months
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Hi there 🥺 i am really happy that you write for (Toya-nii) coz thats what i live for these days 🥺🤧🤧. Can I request a scenario with yandere pro hero old bro!Toya nii with quirckless little sis. Lets say that due to the fact that she is quirckless she always preisoned at home and can't go out without one of her hero brothers. Its dangerous out there 🥺 but enough is enough. She isnt a child anymore (how long those stupid adults will treat 18 yo as a small kid 🤐) so she decided to escape. But she ended up meeting a low rank villain who was able to hurt her just for money which she didnt even have 🤦‍♀️ so she sent a (S.O.S) text to Toya-Nii who never thought in his life his little sis will even send one (it is a precession he taught her since young age just in case 🥺) and he was there in a minute (he can track her phone which also something he never thought he will ever do 🥺). Arriving on the scene, he took matters on hands ofc. No word being said. Nothing can describe his rage but he didn't cause a scene, saving it to home after a hospital visit and full check up. At home he was about to say the most brutal words he ever said to her but he couldnt when she cried first. He reminded himself that he is immune to it, or he thought untill saw her face, ugly crying her heart out like 5 yo while talking between her sniffs about how scary the world is and how frightened she is 🥺. I will let you decide how to end this and how will Toya-nii deal with her crying like this 🥺🤧..
My Big Brother, My Hero
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Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, minor violence, injured reader, overprotective Touya, Touya is a pro hero in this one, might be kinda long
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It all started the day you were born. By the age of five, you became self-aware of your predicament. You have no quirk, but it was somehow okay. Your family members didn’t say anything to mock you or make you feel unworthy of being alive.
By age ten, you started noticing that you couldn’t go anywhere if you didn’t have one of your older brothers with you. Your father would especially send you out with your pro hero older brother, Touya. Shoto was always a close second seeing as how he’s more powerful than Natsuo.
At fifteen years old, you were fucking irritated with how the family continued to treat you like a little baby. You couldn’t seem to escape it. Your entire family thought you were incapable of taking care of yourself. This was the age where Touya sat you down and explained to you that if you ever needed him and he wasn’t there, just text SOS, and he’ll be there to help you. You rolled your eyes at him and huffed a “thanks”.
Now, here you are at eighteen years old, and you are about to show your family just how capable you really are when faced with the world.
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It breaks your heart as you make your way to the Bullet Train to get far away from your family. You even shed a tear as you find your seat. Looking out the window, you think of how you’ll miss Natsuo’s caring hands and gentle words, Fuyumi’s after school snacks and hugs, Shoto being a constant pillar of strength and support in your life, and Touya’s annoying tendencies and protectiveness. You won’t miss Enji or Rei’s controlling grip, though.
The ride is very fast, and you start to get an eerie sense. As you look around, there’s only a few people on the train.
Someone comes up beside you. They grab you by the back of your jacket before slamming your cheek into the window. Panicking, you try to look at who is assaulting you, but all you can see is blue skin and a trench coat.
A sob hitches in your throat at the realization of not having a quirk. You can’t do anything. There’s no way of escaping this on your own.
There’s a pause before you find yourself hefted into the air by strong hands which throw you onto the ground. You land on your shoulder, and a sickening crack fills your ear. A horrible pain wrenches through your entire arm, twisting and turning in your gut. Your head feels fuzzy, and you can hear someone screaming in pain from a distance. It dawns on you that you’re the one crying.
The villain above you with the blue skin rummages through your backpack, looking for something worthy of taking. As you look at him, something pops in your brain. SOS.
With your arm that isn’t in an excruciating amount of pain, you take your phone out of your pocket and send the text to Touya. You pray that he isn’t sleeping.
Please, please, don’t let him be asleep.
You curl up in a ball as passengers cower in their seats, giving their valuables and money to the thief as he goes from person to person. An explosion sounds to your left, and you wince from the vibrations in your arm.
Things are looking hazy again. You try to keep your wits about you, trying to keep your eyes open. You can only keep your lids open about halfway as you see someone step in through the side of the train where a chunk of the train’s wall has just been blown off.
The familiar white hair, burn scars, and piercings bring tears to your eyes again. “Touya…”
All you see are blue flames before everything goes black.
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You wake up in an ambulance. Touya says nothing to you. His only way of speaking is through the gentle squeeze of your hand. After the hospital visit, you’re released with a sling on your arm. Your shoulder and two bones in your arm are broken, but to Touya, you got off easy.
Still, nothing is said the entire way home. What could you say to him?
Sorry I snuck out. Won’t happen again.
Don’t be angry with me for waking you up in the middle of the night even though you barely get any sleep as a hero.
Thanks for saving me even though I was supposed to be asleep in my bed at home.
There’s nothing you could say to make the situation any better.
You have no idea what’s going through Touya’s mind. Knowing him, he’s probably cursing up a storm in there. He might even be considering how to punish you. That thought really scares you.
Standing in your bedroom with him, you watch him close the door. He turns to you with fury written across his features. His brows are furrowed, and he looks like he’s about to start snarling at you.
You can’t take it. You simply cannot, and you break down in front of him. Your cry is so ugly. It always has been. You’ve never been able to help the fact that you cry like a five year old.
Touya watches your face twist up in anguish, and then the waterworks begin. You latch onto his coat, looking up at him with tears rolling from your eyes and snot dripping from your nose.
“I-I’m s-s-so s-sor-ry T-Touya!”
He can barely understand you, but his heart begins to soften as he takes in everything that must be going through your head. He can put the lecture off to the side. For now, however, he needs to be your big brother.
Leading you to the bed, he has you sit down next to him. He puts an arm around you, tugging you into his side as he comforts you until you’re left sniveling into his coat.
“It was awful! He hurt me so badly, Touya-nii! My cheek hurts, and my arm hurts even worse! I don’t ever want to go outside again. Please, I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me?!”
Overwhelmed, you begin to work yourself up again the more you talk about it. Touya rubs your back. He thought he was resistant to your crying, immune even. However, here he is, holding back on giving you an earful just so he can calm you down.
It works much to his surprise. The circles he rubs into your back help comfort you. For a second time, you’re reduced to sniffles as you lean into his side. You feel exhaustion carry over you, but you don’t want to go to sleep.
You want your nii-chan to stay with you until you feel a lot better. If he leaves, you might start crying again. You don’t want that. Your nii-chan has to stay with you!
“Please, don’t leave,” you request with a solemn voice.
“Alright. I won’t leave. Don’t worry. Your big bro is here. He’s got you. You’re gonna be okay, kiddo.”
Kiddo. Normally, you’d hate that nickname. It always gave you the feeling that he saw you as nothing but a snot nosed brat. This time, the nickname feels different. It’s familiar, and it does make you feel like you’re going to be okay.
Yes, the brutal scolding can wait for tomorrow. For now, Touya needs to take care of you.
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dreamwritersworld · 1 year
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What if..? Final part(Sully Family x reader)
I hope you enjoy! 💞
“Ma’Jake? What’s wrong?’
Jake turns to a confused Neytiri.
“I-I uh I don’t know…I guess I just ran out of memories..I keep rewatching the same ones”
Neytiri smiles at Jake’s small frustration…he finally wanted to see more of Y/n.
“I can show you mine! We can both connect on the same branch.”
Jake didn’t think much of this…he’d just be happy to not see a haunting version of Y/n….
*their vision*
“Mom?”
Neytiri turns away from Jake to look at Y/n only…her smile completely went away seeing the heavily injured girl.
“M-mom help me! I’m trapped! I-I needed you…I needed him.”
Neytiri ran to a bleeding out Y/n…while holding her she tried to pull away from the vision, they both tried to.
“Ma’jake! What’s happening Jake? Help me!” Even then…Jake couldn’t do it.
“I wanted your love, I wanted it bad…but there were so many red flags.”
Suddenly they were in a hut…watching Y/n from afar as she held a gun to a sneaky Navi’s head…not caring that her older brother was watching her.
“I’ll be the one who breaks out at night and cuts your throat while you sleep.”
“Let’s be clear I trust no one.”
Jake was getting major headache, freaking out about Neytiri finding out about the accident. While Neytiri was extremely anxious…what was going on? What’s Y/n trying to communicate?
There they were…they could see themselves…Neytiri watching as always staying silent while Jake yelled at Y/n…It was after the fight, after a girl bullied Y/n…telling her how she would always be forgotten by her father while he cared for everyone else.
“…stay home for all I care. Your a mess outside by yourself. Do you understand?
It was written all over Y/n’s face…she wasn’t fine.
‘This isn’t fair. I was just trying to do good!’
…there it was…Y/n crying her eyes out….suffering a panic attack as her mind ran a million miles per hour.
‘What’s wrong with me! How could I be so stupid? I should’ve just let her say those mean things…she’s right anyway…but she was talking badly about my family…about me. They see it too….they know my dad treats me differently…as if I’m some disease. I’m sick. I am nothing. Just like he said, I am nothing without him.’
Jake and Neytiri were struggling to catch a breath just like Y/n…struggling to survive…and on their last gasp of air, the setting changed again, they were now watching themselves eat with Y/n. Jake begins confronting Y/n about how ‘dirty’ Tuk was…how there was a mess of crayons on the floor, of course that wasn’t allowed for Y/n.
They heard the sweet words Y/n was saying to Tuk after telling Jake how wrong he was to do this in front of his other child…for Tuk and Tuk only she fought till the end.
“No more food Tuk? You sure did eat huh sunshine? Let’s go clean you up and put you to sleep while Mom and dad eat.”
‘Maintain a smile…his words mean nothing.’
“You did not break me…I’m still fighting for peace.”
and suddenly…it went quiet…they slowly walked to the crash site, there Y/n’s body laid.
There was flashes of the war…
Blood splattered
Flames erupting from behind
Smoke being inhaled and…
Y/n.
Her body was struggling to form words but she was silently begging and pleading for her father to take her.
He didn’t.
“dad…dad? no…please no…dad help me…d-don’t leave me please dad.”
Lo’ak’s voice was louder, Neytiri heard it, Jake heard it…Y/n heard it while she was struggling to call out
“Dad! Y/n! She was with us!”
Jake didn’t hesitate to leave her saying she’d find her way home.
Neytiri could feel her.
every flame erupt in her lungs…
her heart breaking…
the mind growing tired…
body asking for a little bit of sleep…just a little bit of peace.
“You never saw me fall apart until then…when I was right in front of you. I didn’t close my eyes, and I know that I could’ve survived…right dad?”*
They were pulled from the vision.
“…Jake? You- how could you! How could you do that to her? To our daughter! My daughter.”
Neytiri couldn’t even explain what she was feeling…utter betrayal.
Little did they know Tuk was approaching, rushing to her mother that was screaming and had slipped perfectly into Tuk’s small arms as she fell.
“Mom? What happened?”
Neytiri was shaking, struggling and contemplating on saving her mate from the flame Tuk was now going to be the one to erupt in jakes lungs.
“Y..Y/n.”
That was all it took before Tuk looked up with the most disappointed and disgusted face she’s ever shown. They were going to see the cold version of her…the version of her that formed when Y/n died.
“It was you! It was fucking you! I knew it! How could you! You didn’t deserve her. You never fucking liked her. To her, you were everything…she was just ‘the chore’ to you.”
Tuk dropped right next to her mother…crying her eyes out. Jake watched horrified as Tuk looked up from her hands, laughing.
“I want you cold and broken…I had her blood on me…every drop. You were the reason she died. You took her from me. You’re a really shitty fucking father…you may have tricked me or treated me differently than you did with her but you listen to me when I say you will never, see her again. Not in your visions, or any stupid fucking memories you have with her. It’s over dad…everyone knows now. she’s going to be at peace and you won’t see her again.”
Neytiri gained the strength to stand beside Tuk and walk away from Jake as she desperately asked him to stop…give her time. He did, and she stupidly forgave him. Tuk couldn’t watch it anymore, so she told her siblings to go to the tree of souls with her to see Y/n one more time…together.
They all connected all at once and they saw a beautiful scenery. Y/n turned around happily to her siblings as they all rushed to her. You can hear her beautiful laugh from under all of them except one…Tuk.
*Y/n’s pov*
“Alright guys I love you too!…Where’s Tuk? I haven’t been able to connect with her fully. I need to see her again.”
They all got off, still laughing as I got up and then I saw her…my sunshine. We ran to each other, clashing into one another for a hug.
“Sunshine!”
“Y/n!”
Both of us cried tears holding onto each other.
When Tuk was finally able to speak to me I realized that…All this time I had been waiting for her. I had been waiting so long…I was afraid she wouldn’t come…
“Oel ngati kameie, Y/n”
“Oel ngati kameie, sunshine”
I grab her hand and yell out from a far to my other siblings.
“There’s a beach here! A beautiful beach! Down the hill! I’ll race ya!”
Their visions slowly shifted as they ran.
“We lived in a forest Y/n! How could you get such a beautiful beach?!”
I laugh and smile to my clueless brother.
“This was supposed to be my future! It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
The siblings smiles faded but their heart warmed at how Y/n happy was.
The siblings laughed and played amongst the clear blue waves….Y/n pulled Tuk to the side.
“I know what you’re thinking tuk…you want to leave, to run away from home. I know that’s why you brought them to me one last time do not do it sister, look around you! I may not be there for you to see but I’m always around watching you from afar and so are they…our siblings love you. I love you. I have found peace and closure in my death, you will too soon someday.”
Tuk was crying happy tears realizing what she heard her sister ask for silently in her dreams, was now given to y/n…peace and closure.
“Ok sunshine! Enough tears, let’s play!”
I was finally playing with my siblings, and living out the childhood I missed…I stepped back to take a breath and hold onto the moment.
I snapped a photo of my siblings…I loved the way a photo could capture a moment before it was gone.…nobody really notices when we leave. At best you might hear a whisper…or a wave of important memories tumbling down.
My name is Y/n Sully, like the goddess of the moon! I was 14 years old when I was murdered on a day…only meant for spotting.
I turn the camera towards me and snapped a picture…
I was here for a moment…and then I was gone.
I wish my sunshine Tuk, and siblings a long and happy life.
!💜!
I’m literally crying AHHHHHH. This is officially the end of this era! I’m so sad to let it go but I think it’s time! 💕 it’s definitely bittersweet but im ready to move onto another sad series if you guys have any ideas feel free to message or request it 💞 I truly mean it when I say I appreciate all the support ! I love reading your comments and funny comments! I’m sending hugs and kisses 🫂 hope you feel better after this series cause ik I need to
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lucistarrrrs · 19 days
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THERE'S A HOLE THAT YOU FILL
Genre: Drama
Summary: Darcy is a dreamer and his friends support it but his family is against it. His father wants to crush his dreams.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Part 1 | Part 2
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A young boy was walking to the bridge looking down at the river he turned around and saw his friends standing there  looking at him "Darcy... don't do this...we can report your father's abuse to you just don't take your life" Darcy's friend said to him. Darcy just smiled at his friends.
Seren shouted in concern, "Darcy! Step away from that edge. You don't have to go through this."
"that's right, we're here for you" Leora said in a softer tone. Darcy spoke, his voice almost breaking "thank you for your concern, I will forever cherish our friendship."
Seren and Leora tried to approach him. He was just one step away from falling. As the two got closer, Darcy took one final step. "Damn it!" Seren ran to catch him. Seren caught him by the collar of his shirt. Despite Seren's effort, Darcy still fell into the river. Darcy isn't known for his ability to swim, so he almost immediately sank. Aurora went after him. She swam ashore while carrying Darcy.
Darcy coughs and breathes heavily, looking at Aurora. His eyes were wide filled with anger "Why... Why did you save me!?" Darcy screeched and banged his hand on the ground. Aurora looked at him worriedly. Darcy has tears in his eyes, he was a mess-- wet clothes, wet hair, and his eyes vividly red due to the constant stinging pain of his tears, as it falls down to his cheeks. Darcy's eyesight started to blur due to the flooding of his tears.
Seren ran towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against the wall. "SEREN!" Leora and Aurora yelled at him "What the fuck are you thinking jumping of the bridge again!! Don't you value your life at least a little?! Don't you value us, your friends?!" He growled as he repeatedly slammed Darcy against the wall. Darcy was surprised by Seren's outburst. Darcy's heart sank when he heard Seren's words. He was starting to regret his actions but the feeling of hopelessness still remained inside him.
Darcy and his friends heard a car come to a stop. He was taken aback by the fact that his older brother was present. "'Darcy... and companions'". The final moment was bittersweet for Darcy's brother. Seren, Leora, and Aurora scolded Darcy's older brother.
"What are you doing here Calhoun?" Leora said, crossed her arms and squinted her eyes Calhoun looked at Leora "Well I just need my dreamer little brother" Calhoun hissed at Leora before walking towards Darcy just as Seren let go of Darcy. 
Calhoun looked at Darcy as he cups Darcy's chin "Father was right Darcy you should let go of your stupid dreams" Calhoun hissed again and tightly squeezed his cheeks. Calhoun released his grip on Darcy's face, revealing a mischievous smile. 'Oh, DarDar, you didn't call me Cally anymore' Calhoun smirked, ruffled Darcy's hair, and walked back to the car. "Now come on Darcy, our father is waiting for you...at home" Calhoun's tone was dark as he opened the passenger seat for Darcy as Seren, Aurora and Leora just standing no idea what to do.
"Goodbye Darcy, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Aurora waved goodbye to him. Darcy got into the car while Calhoun got into the driver's seat. As the car started its engine, Calhoun started to drive Darcy looked at his friends looking worried and he felt something bad was about to happen like always.
"Did our father instruct you to separate from your friends?" Calhoun criticized Darcy, and Darcy perceived an unusual and gloomy atmosphere around him, so he remained silent.
As they arrived at the mansion, Calhoun and Darcy saw their father waiting for them. "Darcy... I've been waiting for you" The tone was disliked and aggressive, Darcy just remained silent. "Calhoun you can go now, I will teach this son of a..bitch a lesson" Darcy's father stood up and wrapped the belt tightly around his fingers. As Darcy retreated, he was halted by the wall. He glanced at his father. The portrait of Lucifer falling from the heavens hangs on the wall as Darcy's cries and pain are audible.
Calhoun and his brothers heard Darcy's punishment. One of the brothers asked, 'Should we help him this time? His scars and bruises are getting worse. If our mother discovers this, Calhoun will be punished as well" Calhoun sits in his study and continues his work, completely ignoring his second oldest brother. He sighed and glanced at his brother.
"Ariticus, we shouldn't provide any assistance to him. Disobeying our father's rules is unfair. Calhoun answered and stood up. He headed towards the long window and observed the family portrait. Ariticus let out a frustrated sigh and let Calhoun contemplate his own actions.
In the family portrait, Calhoun's mother was shown smiling with gentleness, a beautiful face, gorgeous blonde hair, and blue eyes like diamonds, as she carried Darcy asleep in her arms. Calhoun paused to breathe and glanced at the nightstand, one of his brothers, and Darcy held a duck plushie all the time.
At Darcy's room...
The maid was attempting to be gentle and repair his bruises while Darcy cried uncontrollably when his father punished him. 'It's okay, my sweetheart. It's gonna be okay,' the maid consoled and wiped Darcy's tears. The maid caressed Darcy's hair and hummed a lullaby as he cried in her lap, and he felt safe around the maid like his mother singing it for him when he was a child.
While she was on her lap, Darcy fell asleep and the maid wrapped him in blankets before giving him a kiss on his forehead and the maid left Darcy's room and continued her work.
Darcy had an item of his mother's pendant that was slightly glowing, but it faded out. His eyes were wide and shocked, he sprang up quickly and breathed heavily, despite his red eye color.
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angelkush · 2 months
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JANUARY, 1995
It’s a shooting day and Dean’s ears are ringing with the pop of the .22 that’s growing heavy in his hands. At Bobby’s house he always has to wear earmuffs when he shoots; usually Dean complains because they look stupid, but right now his ears are so frozen he’s wishing he had a pair of his own.
He points the muzzle at the ground and shakes his head out, cupping a stiff hand to his cheek. There’s exactly zero blood flow happening in his face, and the cold makes each shot ring out so loudly he has to try not to flinch. And his socks are wet. Pretty miserable shit.
John’s on his way back from replacing the target, face grim.
“How’d I do?” Dean calls. Too loud, judging from the way his dad scowls.
“You’re blowing through ammo and you only got six on the page.”
Dean slumps. “Crap.”
“Yeah, it is. You need to get your shit together, I can tell your heart isn’t in this. You reload yet?”
Dean sniffles, even though he can’t feel his nose, either. “No.”
“No?”
“No, sir.”
“So get going. Show me you can do better.”
Dean’s fingers feel like ten useless icicles. He slides the chamber open and clink-clink-clinks ten bullets inside, then carefully closes the action. The Beretta is a testy bitch that jams constantly. Dad only trusts it for training and seems likely to chuck it soon.
He barely seems affected by the chill. Mostly he looks bored. “Go on and take a few steps forward. Ladies’ tee until you get ‘em all on the page, and then we’ll think about moving you back again.”
Dean’s skin crawls with embarrassment and he wants to protest—he could do better if it were warmer and if he weren’t so tired already—but obediently he moves closer to the target.
“Alright.”
He raises the gun and clicks the safety off. He’s probably more cautious with it than John cares, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.
The target is a sheet of paper with orange circles pinned to a stump surrounded by casings. He lines the center up in his sight and then aims a little lower to compensate because the Beretta shoots high. God, if Dean could get his hands on that ivory-grip Colt, he’d die happy.
He empties her out, gets about nine bullets on the page. Four of them land tight in the center. The stray shot is only because he overcorrected his aim at first.
He turns back to his dad with a grin on his face, feeling pretty proud. There’s a pleasant buzz of warm feeling in his nose and eartips along with the ringing in his ears as he traipses back to the ammo box. “Not so crappy, huh?”
John shakes his head. “Dunno where you learned to be such a brag.”
“What am I supposed to be, humble? Pass.” He squats by the box, breathing on his numb hands before delicately picking up the bullets. “Hard pass.”
“Being humble is what keeps you alive. Nine out of ten only seems good on a target that doesn’t move. It isn’t your best—or it shouldn’t be.” John’s silence is as unforgiving as his voice. Dean watches his words sink through the winter air like smoke.“We stay here until you can actually hit what you’re aiming at.”
Through no fault of his own, Dean’s mouth is suddenly letting loose the complaint he’s been trying to hold in. “Come on, give me a break, Dad. It’s freezing, and I’m tired, and I’m about to have frostbite on my carpal tunnel. I feel like I can barely pull the damn trigger!”
His father’s boots crush against the frozen ground louder than a gun. He looks up quickly, stomach dropping. Dad and his rifle make a stark silhouette against the cold white sky above.
“You don’t ever speak to me like that again. You sound like your brother, like some insolent child, not a man I’d trust with my weapon. I know I taught you better than this. When lives depend on you, are you still gonna be making excuses? Are you gonna be whining about the weather when it’s your bad aim that gets somebody killed? Is it gonna be the trigger’s fault when you get yourself killed?”
“No, sir,” Dean replies, heart beating in his throat.
“You’re laughing, you’re fucking around, I can see you’re not taking this seriously. You still don’t understand the stakes. Think about Sam—you know whose fault it’ll be if you can’t take care of him or the lives you say you want to protect?”
“My fault, sir. Dad, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry. Don’t be begging for respect when you haven’t earned it. The only reason we’re still out here is you. You being cold and tired right now is on you. This is all in your control. Your life is in your own hands, nobody else’s. Do you understand that?”
His eyes are so heavy.
Dean nods and looks down, unable to speak. He is so stupid.
The dry air is hurting his head; he won’t be surprised if they get back to the cabin and find Sam with a bloody nose. Kid’s got a fragile sinus. The sooner Dean makes this, the sooner they can get back. He loads fast.
“Sam told me that you went hunting,” John says, tone slipping back to conversational.
“Yeah,” Dean says, grateful as he slides the clip home. “Bobby showed us how to do animal calls.”
“Being able to hunt and eat what you’ve killed is important. For when you have to keep yourself fed, but for building character, too. A hunter should be able to hunt.”
“And fish,” Dean adds. “Hey, we should go again soon.”
John nods, the barest hint of warmth. “My point is, everything you need to survive should be in your power. Your gun is your second most important tool after grit. Even when you won’t know if you will survive, you have to know that you can survive.”
Dean nods, and after a few seconds of silence, he supplies, “Bobby makes good venison chili.” He doesn’t mention that Bobby specifically said John was not invited to any of his suppers.
“You get one?” John asks. “A deer?”
Dean stands slowly, thumbing the safety. He doesn’t click it off, yet, and he keeps it pointed at the ground. Like Bobby keeps cussing him out about. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
Dean’s mouth is sour, the pit in his stomach is growing again, and somehow he’s sweating. John sounds like he knows the answer why.
Dean clicks the safety off and Dad doesn’t even look twice, just waits. Dean walks back to his spot and gets into position. Behind him, John sighs. He sounds so tired.
“If you can’t even kill a deer, how do you think you’re gonna be able to shoot things that look human?”
Dean aims at the target and tries to breathe. The freeze is in his lungs, now, January’s teeth seizing his insides so every inhale is sharp. The target wavers in his sight as he tries to keep his hands still. It’s just an orange circle. Just a tree stump. Just practice, so he’s fine.
He exhales slowly, finger curling around the trigger. He’s fine and he’s got this.
“I mean, what am I supposed to think, Deanna,” John says lowly, voice pinched with disappointment, “you tell me you want me to treat you like a man, but you can’t even—”
Dean fires, ten rounds in steady, thundering succession until the ringing in his ears drowns out the sound of the chamber clicking empty.
The target is in tatters. He thinks they all landed.
His chest is still tight, and raw, and like maybe something has shaken loose or broken free. With shaking hands, he zips up his jacket, and then he turns and walks to his father’s side.
“It’s Dean,” he says thinly. He clears his throat and adds, “Sir.”
John’s looking at him and Dean can’t make out what’s going on behind his eyes. After a moment he nods, and then jerks his head toward their gear. “Pack up.”
As Dean’s cleaning up—collecting fallen casings and discarded targets, and making sure every gun is unloaded and every safety is on because Sam always pokes around even when they tell him not to—John claps him on the shoulder. His voice is soft again.
“I’m just worried about you, I need you to know that. I want you to be able to take care of yourself and Sammy when I’m not around. This world is mean, and cold, and it’ll tear you apart. I can be hard on you kids…I push you too hard, I know it, and it still won’t be enough to keep you safe. And that kills me.”
John cups the back of his head. Dean meets his eyes and sees a world in there that he can’t begin to fathom. “You did good today, Dean, really good. I don’t want you to think I have any doubts—about how strong you are, and how brave. And I trust I can depend on you, son.”
Somewhere inside Dean, a knot loosens, like he’s finally been allowed to breathe a little. It’s good.
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"Excuse My Husband" - Hades x Persephone! Reader
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You were walking around, looking for your husband, when you heard him and two others. They sound young.
"You give me what you got, and I give you what I got."
"I... I can't give it to you."
"Ah, see, there's a quid and a quo here."
You reach the foyer (?) and see your husband talking to a Demi-god and a satyr. They look past Hades and up at you.
"Excuse my husband."
Hades turns to look at you, in surprise.
"His manners are deplorable."
The satyr bows at you, "My Lady."
"There is no need for that, young Grover. You are here for something, are you not?"
Hades grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers, "The boy and I were about to make an exchange, my love."
You look at your husband in contempt. You shake your hand out of his grasp and grab his jaw, tight. His expression changes, you always make him submissive.
"And what could you possibly be exchanging, husband."
The demi-god walks up to you and gestures to the golden statue by the couch. "My mom. He took my mom, and I want her back, now."
You turn to look at the statue, wait no.. the woman. You look back at the boy, "What's your name, Demi-god?"
"Percy. Percy Jackson."
You let go of his jaw and smile at the Demi-god. He's just a boy. A boy who loves his mother. The mere thought tugging at your heart.
"The woman was going to die and I did him a favor so, he owes me. Surely you understand, my love?" Hades pleads, eyes begging you to take his side.
You hum in understanding, "I see... My love, return this woman to the mortal world, safely."
"My love..."
"Did I stutter, my King?"
You kneel in front of Percy, caressing his face, "I will see that your mother returns without a scratch. I also believe that you don't have what my husband is looking for."
"I am not giving him the bolt."
Your eyes narrow, "My father's bolt? Percy, my husband can be stupid sometimes, but he's not an idiot. We have no use for it, in fact, I am actively against getting involved in my father's drama."
"But who would-"
You call out to Hades, "My Love, a glass of pomegranate juice would be nice."
"Of course, darling." Hades leaves to the kitchens.
"Who gave you that bag, little hero?"
"Ares did."
"My brother is always looking for a fight."
"But a god can't steal another god's symbol of power. plus, what use would Ares have for it."
"Maybe he's helping someone. Someone who craves revenge." You take a moment to think, but no one comes to mind.
"Kronos."
A glass is heard breaking. You and the demigod turn to see Hades. his hand dripping with juice.
"Excuse me?"
"He's got the biggest grudge of all. You all dethrone him and killed him."
"Kronos is in little pieces, trapped in-"
"Tartarus. Something just tried to pull us down there."
Hades sighs, "Ask me for sanctuary."
"What?"
"Ask me, and I'll protect you and your mother.... and the goat."
Percy pulls a pearl from his pocket.
You face Percy again, "How about this, you get whatever my husband wants from you and I'll return your mother, safe and sound. I swear."
Thunder rumbles.
"You just made an oath. Why?"
"I know what it feels like to only have your mom to depend on. Go, Percy. Hold fast and brave the storm."
The young Demi-god looks at you, eyes holding respect and thanks. You ruffle his hair as he drops the pearl and disappears from your sight.
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omg, I love this show so much!!! I always hc Persephone as a goddess that holds nothing but love and respect for Demi-gods because they didn't ask to half-bloods and they're still so young. I'm also writing an AU about a goddess that protects and acts as a den mother for the Demi-gods at camp.
Anyways... thank you for reading! Stay tuned for more.
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hyperfreaksating · 4 months
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Redbomb triplets trivias
Next friday if I manage my time correctly, the nine first pages of Daddy's Treasure, my webcomic about Buggy's offsprings, will be published on this blog. The panels are almost done, they juste need some shading & lettering.
To keep you waiting, have this trivia post about the Redbomb triplets
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Blaze
As we stated many times before, he's stupid. Dumby dumbass, 0 braincell. Can't write his own name correctly. But ! He actually beat his siblings when it comes to emotional intelligence. Seing someone they love crying, Rory would sigh in annoyance, Skye would punch their shoulder playfully before trying to change the subject to something more lightly, but if you cry in front of Blaze you'll soon have a little redhair gremlin glued in your arms hugging you warmly (good luck getting rid of it)
Basically a golden retriver with extra ADHD. If he decides that he likes someone he will not go away from them.
Even if this person actually want him to go away, tho.
He's a biiiiiiig mama's boy, he's always glued in his mother arms.
Sometimes he put his hair in ponytail and try to make a resting bitch face to imitate Rory, which makes laugh everyone (except Rory)
Skye
Due to Reddie being a former strawhat, the crew is like extended family to the triplets.
Zoro and Skye get along well, Zoro teaching her a thing or two with swords.
In fact, it's possible, really possible, that Skye had a HUGE childhood crush on him - you know, those innocents crushes kids can have on cool teens around them sometimes.
Zoro was totally oblivious of it, of course.
"Hey look she offered me another drawing" (Nami tries to not giggle seeing her crewmate holding a kid drawing picturing Skye and Zoro in a flower field with swords) "Guess I'm the coolest babysitter huh ?" (It's really hard for Nami to not burst into laugh right now)
During a family dinner, after being babysitted by the strawhats, Skye didn't stop talking about Zoro - how fun he was, how skilled he was with swords etc etc.
Reddie playfully asked her "Hey, you're in love or what ?" and she made this exact face :
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"He's gay, and he's an idiot. Don't waste your time." Rory said, not looking up from his dishes, making everyone around the table pretty much incomfortable for a moment.
Reddie had to explain the concept of childhood crush to Buggy because he was already ready to storm the Straw Hats for breaking his little tinkerbell's heart.
Later when this silly crush faded away, she understood she just admired swordmen and wanted to gain skills with blades
Probably understood that Zoro was effectively gay, too.
She started being glued to Mihawk whenever Buggy took her at work - pretty much to Mihawk displeasure, tho.
Rory
So we know that Rory get along well with Crocodile and with Shanks
The fact that it pisses off his father a TON make it even more enjoyable to him.
He actually seems to take great pleasure in sympathizing with people his father despite the most.
His polite tone and the way he talks brutal truth 24/24 with placid glances tends to make adults laugh a lot when he's around.
Rory has a very strict mental hierarchy when it comes to his family / the people he lives with, from the person he respects the most to the person he respects the less it would be : Himself, Reddie, Skye, Alvida, Buggy, the whole crew, Richie, Blaze.
But don't get it wrong, he loves his brother !
... in his very weird kind of way, though
While one of Rory's favorite hobbies is to fight with his brother and make him feel like an idiot, he would never let anyone else doing so.
Rory (rolling eyes) : Blaze you could become the richiest boy on earth if you rented the space between your ears.
Some crewmember : Aha you got it kid, your brother really is an idiot !
Rory (jumping on his feet, a hand on a smokebomb, ready to fight) : WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL MY BROTHER, SHITHEAD ?!
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All is bliss
Chapter 32
Cw: mentions of voyeurism, infidelity and past murders
Gif by @fxtxdsxuls
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They negotiate a truce.
She will give him a chance if he begins giving her what she is owed as his wife.
Her affair with Aemond would continue with conditions.
Conditions that she agrees to because to lose Aemond would kill her desire to live.
Aemma is aware that she could survive a breakup like that, but Aegon knows she was not lying about those thoughts that creep into her mind telling her to jump.
But Aegon will need more than one heir because Targaryen babies are as fragile as porcelain dolls ---and occasionally born without hearts, covered in dragon scales and filled with maggots.
“Fine, I suppose Aenys will need a sister to marry or we might need a spare in case he dies, but I will watch as he seeds you.” Aegon threw up his hands as he caved.
Aemond will hate it.
But he negotiated with Aegon about the terms of their affair without any input from her whatsoever the first time around. The queen supposed this was karma reminding Aemond she never forgets a bitch.
Besides, Aemma will make Aegon hate it, hold eye contact as Aemond ruins her pussy in front of him and cry out his brother’s name in a way she will never say Aegon’s.
It’s the perfect plan.
“Why?” she asks playing dumb. Aegon likely wants to stake his ownership of her that way or at least make it awkward enough to make them break things off themselves.
Oh, Aemma is going to make him wish he had never married her.
“I enjoy watching people fuck.” He said with a shrug. “Besides, I’m curious as to how my One-Eyed baby brother gets you to scream until you’re hoarse. Once I am completely recovered, I may deign to share you with him, you have not known fucking until you have had both ----"
“Orwyle said a year, by then I suppose I will be sufficiently recovered from the birth. You do not need to paint me a picture.” Aemma is embarrassed by how freely he speaks of this, of how his eyes dilate as he paints a vivid image of her being fucked by both brothers.
“Ah, yes, but what a picture it would be. A reversal of Aegon the Conqueror with me being the Visenya and Aemond being the Rhaenys.
Next son we have will be named Maegor, to complete the portrait, obviously.”
Her plans of torturing him until he annuls their marriage have been dashed to pieces now that because this fucking shithead gets aroused just by speaking of it!
Gods, she can never win against this man!
“If you want us to perform for you, you will have to give me what I am owed as your wife.” If she must lower herself for this and drag Aemond with her, it will cost him.
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For Aegon’s sake, Alicent graciously moves out of the rooms she has had since she was made queen.
He wants to fix things with the conniving little whore who smirks as she directs her servants into adjusting the chambers to her tastes.
The green fabrics and images of the faith are the first thing to go.
Alicent chooses to move into the Tower of the Hand with her Father than accept lesser chambers here.
Aemond has moved into Rhaenyra’s old chambers as Prince Regent and interim Prince of Dragonstone, Helaena and her husband kept their modest chambers by the royal nursery and Daeron has moved into Aemond’s old rooms as they are perfect for a young and unattached prince.
Alicent refuses to let them see this as an insult to her.
“She is his queen; it is only appropriate for her to reside in the queen’s rooms.” She says when Criston pretends to be offended on her behalf.
Criston is to guard the king and queen because he is also Aegon’s Hand.
This Aegon had said when he threatened to have him punished for breaking his vows with the king’s wife when he still lived.
“Taking Rhaenyra’s maidenhead I can forgive, she was unwed and stupid, you, had Aemond in crippling pain from the loss of his eye and your husband alive in the next room,” Aegon had said eating an apple as he ruled from his bed. “Kingmaker, I should call you mother fucker.”
Aemma had managed to get her grandfather out of the Black Cells, her mother’s ladies sent home and now Baela Targaryen was back in her household.
Jena Wylde was her Mistress of the Robes, Samantha Tarly and Baela as ladies-in-waiting. Elinor Stokeworth and Elinor Swann were made her cupbearers, and Septa Teora was returned her.
Alicent does not wish to know what sort of price Aemma paid to get all this.
“I know, but it is that sort of thing you are not into.” Alys quips as they begin moving in her things into the mistress’ chambers in the Tower of the Hand. “Well, you aren’t, but our dear Lord Commander has had the occasional fantasy about.” The witch adds with a wink and Criston answered with an annoyed scoff.
“Keep out of my mind, witch. Do not forget many would like nothing more than to be rid of you.” He threatened, but by then Alicent was no longer paying attention.
She lived here as a young girl, after mother died and she began to run father’s household.
When Lyonel Strong lived here it was occupied by the eldest of his daughters as he had never remarried after his second wife’s death.
Then after the rooms had stayed empty.
Until now, that is.
“I see your son has tossed you aside as well.” Her father comments with that ‘I told you so’ she has been dreading since Criston returned with Aemma fettered in iron chains.
“Something must be done to curb her influence on them.” She confides in him once Criston leaves and Alys busied herself with the day’s work.
“Yes, a shame we must wait until the babe is born to be rid of Rhaenyra’s whelp.” Her father said, casually hinting at murder as they had supper together. “The first Aemma died birthing the heir for a day, her mother died from childbed fever and your darling stepdaughter bled to death, if our little queen were to perish then, none would be the wiser.
You are not the only one with blood on your hands, my dear. I killed the first Aemma, now allow me to kill the second Aemma.”
He looks at her knowing she killed Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra who was her soulmate and sister and only true friend.
Would her father look at her with pride when he discovers she killed little Ellyn too?
A part of her tells her he will be prouder than he has ever been before.
After all, he just admitted to killing gracious queen Aemma who never did anything to him except exist.
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The Fragile Bonds Part 3 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister
*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly erased my blog 🫠
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Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.
"Becca, sweetie, would you please open the door for me?" 
Becca stared at her reflection in the mirror, her red puffy eyes showed how much she had been crying. She cursed to her insides, she wanted to hide the fact before going out. 
Another knock, this time harder, and the voice changed to a preoccupied tone, "Becca, please". 
Although the voice made her feel a little more like home, she didn't want to open the door, she didn't want anybody to see her in this state. She was feeling ashamed of her actions now, she wanted to dissapear. She couldn't understand more between the whispering, until Natalie raised her voice a little bit "How? Are you going to break it?". She wasn't happy. 
"Becca, I'm going to open up, ok? If you can hear me, step aside" In that moment, the youngest Halstead slowly opened the door, her gaze on the floor. 
"Hey, there you are!", Trudy Platt said in a low voice, almost like a whisper. 
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just--", she tried, but couldn't invent any excuse. 
Trudy smiled with a bit of sadness "It's ok. It's good to see you". 
There was an uncomfortable silence, "Your brother called to the district asking for help, he was worried for you". 
"Will?", she frowned. 
"Hmhm, he asked for Upton, but she's...busy right now, so you got me instead". Platt said in a funny way. "
“You didn't have to..." 
"Oh, I did have to, yes". 
For the first time, Becca raised her head and smiled as soon as she met the Sergeant's in the eyes. That action transformed the tense atmosphere into a more relaxed one. Suddenly, the rush of emotions surged through her, so with a racing heart the urge to cry reappeared. This time was different, it somehow felt warm as a relief; for the first time in these chaotic days she felt safe. Acting purely in instinct, the girl jumped and wrapped her arms tightly around Trudy, who immediately embraced her in return, whispering soothing words in a motherly tone, "It's alright, everything's going to be alright".
"I'll check on Owen", Natalie sighed before dissapearing, but her exit wasn't noticed. 
"Come on, let's get some fresh air. It will do good to you". 
The sun had already set, casting a darkening hue over the surroundings as Platt and Becca strolled down Will's street. The only sounds in the vicinity were the laughter of kids playing nearby. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, though, it was a peaceful silence. 
"Do you want to tell me what happened?", the Sargeant was the first one to speak. Becca just shrugged; many thoughts crossed her mind before she could answer.
 "I... I got overwhelmed, I guess. It's silly, really. I had been looking forward to this day so much that when things didn't go as planned, I got frustrated. Then Natalie accused me of having a meltdown, and I lost it. Owen wasn't even there, I wasn't even yelling. I needed some space to calm down, so I locked myself in the bathroom. That's all." 
Trudy's tone became very serious, yet warm, as she pronounced her name, "Becca..." 
"Yes, Serge?" "Are you hurt?" The girl stopped and locked her eyes on the woman. "I need to know." 
"No," Becca answered simply, her brother's image in her mind. She felt proud of the way she managed to control herself. Trudy nodded as they continued walking. 
"I miss Jay", Becca said with a hint of anger mixed with sadness in her voice. 
The Sergeant sighed, "Well, this might end sooner than we thought." 
"Yeah, that's what Hails said." 
When Becca returned to the house, she went straight to bed, trying to avoid Natalie and her brother. She didn't want to see him when he came back from work. Becca fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow; she was emotionally drained and tired, her eyes burning. She only woke up to the whispers of Will and Nat at midnight. She couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but the tone was far from calm; they were arguing, probably about her and what had happened earlier. With Mr. Snuggles surrounded tightly in her arms, she repeated to herself one day less, although the phrase no longer held any meaning. 
There was a moment when she felt the door open behind her. Becca closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep as some footsteps approached her, but they didn't draw near. A deep sigh was heard before the door closed again, it was probably Will. 
"Becca, Beccs" The girl opened her gritty eyes to see her brother's face right in front of her. "Sorry, kid" he whispered, " I let you sleep as much as I could, but it's late now". 
She groaned and covered her head with the blanket. She felt all of yesterday's weight on her chest and it burned. 
"Come on" you could hear him smiling. "I made pancakes and I cut them into flower shapes just as you love them".
Becca uncovered abruptly and looked at her brother with a furrowed brow and a question mark all over her face, "yeah, I might have loved that when I was like 5, maybe?" 
"Whatever, I thought it would be a nice gesture. Come on!". 
Becca rubbed her eyes and yawned while she managed to answer at the same time "I'm not hungry". 
"Come on, I can't eat them all by myself... It's just the two of us this morning". He hoped that last part would convince her. 
“Alright, fine!”
Becca was thankful that Will didn't bring up the topic of the incident in the bathroom. She felt a wave of relief, even though there was an unmistakable tension hanging in the air. Despite the lingering unease, they managed to share a breakfast that felt almost normal, right before parting to school. 
"I'm sorry, Becca. I really am," Will said to her before she got out of the car to head to her classes. His voice carried a heavy dose of regret. "I'm just glad you're okay, kid". 
It was hard to concentrate in school that day.
Unfortunately, Thursday was Natalie’s day off from The Med, so Becca had mentally prepared to spend the entire day cooped up in her room. However, her brother wasn't willing to let her isolate herself completely and convinced her, albeit somewhat reluctantly, to come out to the living room to work on her homework. So, there she was, sitting on the floor with her schoolwork spread out on the coffee table. Occasionally, trying not to be too obvious, Will would peek his head in to make sure everything was okay.
"Where are you going?" Will asked her on one of those occasions.
Annoyed by the constant monitoring, the girl replied, "To the bathroom. Do you want to come?"
It was then that Becca realized Owen was alone in her room. The little boy was trying to reach Mr. Snuggles, who was lying in the middle of the bed.
"Oh, no. Not that one, Owen," she said calmly as she moved the plush toy away and hid it under the pillows. "Not that one."
Becca reentered the living room with Owen, holding his hand, only to discover her brother and his girlfriend discreetly inspecting her belongings. Natalie was holding Becca's backpack.
"Did you lose something?" Becca inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.
Both adults seemed surprised by her unexpected return.
"What are you doing?" Becca questioned, casting an inquisitive look at the scene.
Natalie turned to Will, who appeared momentarily frozen and somewhat apprehensive.
"It's just a precaution," she replied.
Becca pressed her lips together and nodded, her voice soft, "Okay, then. I'll leave you to it," and she walked away, retreating to the bathroom where she decided to take a shower.
Somehow, she managed to maintain her composure, but a tempest of emotions was brewing inside her. It wasn't anxiety this time, but a profound sadness and a gnawing insecurity that consumed her. The warm water helped her relax, and a few silent tears mingled with the flowing streams. As a distraction, she began to reproduce her dance solo, moving her hands along the music playing in her mind. She counted the blue tiles one by one, each one a brief distraction from her turbulent thoughts. With great effort, she changed into her pajamas, her still-wet, unbrushed hair clinging to her shoulders, and she lay on the bed, although the clock showed it was only 8:00 pm.
Something beneath her pillow bothered her, and then she remembered she had hidden her cat there, which brought a small, bittersweet smile to her face. She clung to the plush toy for a while, taking in its comforting scent, reminiscent of her mom, and it gradually eased her feelings. Without letting go of the stuffed animal, she extended her arm to retrieve her phone from the drawer and opened her conversation with Jay.
I really, really miss you, Jay Jay
Becca was at her breaking point, unsure of how much more she could endure.
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EPISODE 21 EVERYONE!!! AHHHHHH
The same as last episode's reaction, I notes everything down at the time it was happening so these are my literal first reactions to each news
Again, i wrote 2 pages, I tried to be more concise BUT DAMN, so forgive any confusion I may bring
In King's dreams he goes to the Collector's world?? Huh. That seems fun
Hunter and Alador (I keep forgetting that's his name) fighting is 10/10, its just 2 grumpy tired nerds fighting
LOVE Willow comforting King and the Palismen working together to make them all happy and such
AWWW MITTENS!?! THAT'S HOW SHE GOT THE NAME?! That is adorable, I love Dad Blight, he holds a special place in my heart
Love Eda and Raine they are so cute THIS GOODBYE IS TOO SAD
LILITH!!! This episode is straight in with the feels,
HOOTY TOO!?! AHHH, I am almost crying already
OHHHH Plant Lady girl knows then, there is ZERO way she doesn't know with that "Hey Sprout" line
The collector is just making me feel bad for him, he is just a kiddo!
Is the collector trapped in a mirror? A bit like that Episode with Luz visiting the human place but only in reflections, wonder how that works
Kikimora that is NOT the golden guard, stop sucking up to Belos
"Have you as my right hand? I'd sooner cut off my whole arm" and "Go find a hole to wither in" made me- Listen, we hate Belos, I hate Belos- but he is funny
NOOOO POOR COLLECTOR BRO!!! BELOS YOU MURDERER! ITS JUST A KID, who has a lot of power, a bit like king
WOAH!! Cool save Willow, like amazing flying BUT DID HUNTER JUST BLUSH WHEN HE SAW YOU!?
Alador!! My pal, my boy! You aren't stupid!! Its manipulation babe, don't even sweat it, you aren't stupid!
..I won't like, seeing Hooty in that fucking bubble made me laugh in this real tense moment, I was like "NO DARIUS- fucking hooty bro"
Oh well. The plan failed, alas, Darius supremacy tho, under all that he caresssss
"Almost like the titan himself didn't want me to have that knowledge" ...well. Funny story pal.
"Barely human" YEP, Pretty much, Luz is quite right, THIS IS HYPOCRITICAL BRO
Head Plant Coven lady witch, you are dumb as hell how is it only NOW you realise there is no paradise!?
....Belos pal, I know Luz just insulted your outfit BUT, I hate to say, I preferred your 1600s outfit TO WHATEVER THE HELL THIS IS, WHAT ARE YOU
NOOOOOOOO Please be okay Mr Amity's Dad WE MISS YOU
Hunter running straight to Darius I- I am father and son coding them, I don't care, MAYBE older brother and younger brother, I don't mind
"Yeah girl, get with it" GUS YOU ARE SO FUNNY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, never change Gus
"Neither Witch nor Demon, a child from the stars" Man, why can't *I* be described like that, I WANNA BE A CHILD FROM THE STARS
Kikimora redemption arc?? I am fine with this!
"Hunter why are you hurting me, I only wanted to help you" GIRL PLEASE- Man, you hate palisman THAT much that you would stop your manipulation? Dedication to the hate
OOOOO The collector can't see King when he wears that charm? Interesting...
WOAH, THE COLLECTOR WAS TRAPPED BY KING'S DAD?! AND KING'S DAD WAS TRYING TO HIDE KING AWAY FROM IT?! HOLD ON
I guess this means the Collector is evil and such.... BUT HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK!!! Damn it
"Mister?? You are so boring" me when I have to be formal to people
"Aw shucks... Well, gee, everyone's gonna perish from this ding-dang draining spell.. golly" KING WHERE DID THIS COME FROM BRO!?! I had to pause her to laugh at fucking "DING DANG"
KING!! DO NOT BREAK A PINKY SWEAR, THOSE ARE SACRED!! KING!
Eda!!!!!! RAINE!!! "I promised a special kid I'd protect you" AHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO FUCK
DON'T DO THIS TO ME, RAINE!!!
Welp. I guess Eda is now armless. OOO Does she get a prosthetic arm now??
COLLECTOR!! Why are you kinda cute, you are just a cute adorable little kiddo
WOAH GUYS!!!
You all best make a game called Owl House now, otherwise this kiddo is about to be pissed AND HE LOOKS POWERFUL
Collector.. buddy, you need the people ALIVE to play this (madeup) GAME!
WOAH WHAT HAPPENED TO HUNTER, WHAT WAS THAT DROP!?!
AMITY?! NO GET IN THE GOD DAMN DOOR, YOU TOO LUZ
KING!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO
"So happy I had you as a big sister" FUCK OFF, NOOOOOO DAMN IT
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WELL, at least Amity can meet Luz's mum now?
AND THAT IS IT FOR MY SEASON 2 EPISODE BLIND REACTIONS
Again, I missed so much out of this because, concise-ness reasons, but I still ended up writing so much here so, Sorry for the long post!
BUT I ALMOST CRIED! I am famous for not crying at shows, BUT THIS ALMOST GOT ME. Thinking about King's words "So happy I had you as a big sister" STILL gets me to teary stage. DAMN
THAT WAS SO GOOD, BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I will definitely post a more... cohesive and easier to understand post in actual sentences and not just screams BUT this is my honest true reactions
Again, I thank you to the people who have followed me through, it motivated me to keep updating? Which is great because WHEN I rewatch this, I am excited to go through these notes and go "AWW", so whilst I am unable to rewatch this show again for the first time, I CAN see how I reacted, which I think is quite nice, don't you?
Now we got the feelings out of the way, ONTO SEASON 3 EVERYONE! The final stretch of our (virtual) adventure!
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I know its only abusers really holding this against me but I wanted an opinion on this?
not really any tw's I don't think
so I genuinely thought I was transgender when I was 12 (later found out I wasn't, for me it was a phase bc I had a ton of sexuality and gender identity changes growing up), I actually had a very unsupportive family at the time, my mother and father refused to let me dress as a boy bc they didn't like the idea of me being trans but they were ok with me being a little tomboyish as long as thats all it was. and my brother straight up to my face said, "ill never support you if your trans."
the same age, I asked my "fri*nd" (I don't feel comfortable saying friend so ill say my sexual abuser bc thats who she is and was SA to me as little kids) that since my parents won't get me boys clothing to wear to school, I asked her if her and her mom were able to get me clothing I could wear to present more like a boy. she responded with a very gleeful along the lines of: "Yes! we can definitely do that." and I asked to double check "are you sure your mom would buy me like a boys shirt at the very least just one item is all I need or if you can more than one item" and again she enthusiastically said "Yes of course! my mom will definitely do that for you!" and I double checked, telling her that I needed outfits that were masculine to wear to school so I could present like a boy for the new year.
so the time came when I was excited for my presents (boys clothes). I did say at least one item preferably a boys shirt, and more if you could but I felt bad asking so I said at least one item preferably a shirt and can be cheap doesn't matter to me as long as its masculine and I could wear it to school. and I did double check with my SA that her mom was willing to gift me these items.
but when the time came she gave me a duct taped wallet and a duct tape tie.
I literally felt my heart break in my chest not to be dramatic like I always am sorry. but I felt a surge of tears and anger arise at the same time. I ended up getting so mad I threw the items in the trash, then when I saw the hurt on my SA's face I felt bad instantly and took the items out of the trash.
And for the next 6/7 years I used the duct taped tie and the duct tape wallet just to make up for upsetting my SA. I used that wallet everyday for years just as an apology to my SA and I still felt like it wasn't enough of an apology.
I was upset bc I had a promise broken that I could've presented as a boy in school but now I wasn't able to present as a boy bc I only had girls clothes and I couldn't wear a duct taped tie to school I mean thats not really clothing...
I wasn't intending on being mean but I acted out bc I was so hurt and heartbroken.
My SA used this situation against me for years, shed bring it up time and time again for the next 7 years holding it against me over and over telling me how much of a bully I was and how I was bullying her and how much of a terrible friend ive always been.
Did I bully her in this situation? I know she was my cocsa SA when we were younger than 12 and it shouldn't matter to me ig but I didn't know if I was a bad kid and a bad person for what I did in a fit of anger and sadness?
I know people can make mistakes but when does the line Draw between making mistakes and being a bully?
I also had my parents and this SAer use another situation against me where I clogged a toilet when I was a little kid and for years I thought I was a bad person for clogging the toilet bc my parents and this SAer brought it up for years. I was trying to have fun stupidly by seeing if I could flush toilet paper without it ripping like if the toilet would drag the paper down as it flushed, then I added a bunch of toilet paper for stupid fun is all I was thinking and flushed it and ended up minorly clogging the toilet. I always felt such guilt over the situation for so many years bc they always brought it up to say I was a bad kid. I feel like any situation of a mistake or me having stupid fun was always brought up to make me out to be a bad person, does this make me a bad person?
Hi anon,
I'm so sorry about what you've been through. It's unfortunate that your family wasn't supportive when you came out as trans, as they should love you no matter how you identify. What your abuser did is incredibly demeaning and belittling and it made me angry just to read that.
Regarding the idea that being transgender was a "phase" for you, it's okay to label it however you want but it's worth considering that gender exploration can be an endless process, and it's okay to say that at one point you were transgender but it shifted over time, as opposed to that you were wrong about being transgender because it changed over time.
It's important to remember that both the story you told about the duct tape tie and clogging the toiler, you were a child in both situations. To be considered a bad person for either of these things is unrealistic. Even if either of these things were truly bad, you still deserve the grace to grow beyond things you've done as a child. After all, children's brains are actively developing, which impairs their judgement and ability to make rational decisions. But in the situation with your abuser, it can be especially hard to make decisions that you're truly comfortable with when you're being pressured. You did what you thought would be safest at the time and that's okay. None of what you described could classify you as a bad person, and it's common for abusers to make their victims feel like they were the abuser because it allows them to justify their actions or avoid accountability.
DARVO is a kind of manipulation tactic where the abuser simultaneously plays the victim and paints the real victim as the true abuser. It can feel like gaslighting to endure abuse by someone, only for them to imply that you deserved it because you did something wrong, that they were simply defending themselves, or whatever their excuse may be. This can be not only disorienting to experience, but it can also deeply affect a victim's perception of themselves, and cause internalized victim blaming. It sounds like this may apply to your situation, but it's ultimately up to you how to describe your experiences.
If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist could help you process your trauma, navigate potential internalized victim blaming, and develop some healthy coping mechanisms that you can take with you along your healing journey.
If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.
-Bun
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Glow by Raven Kennedy
My Rating: 4.5/5
Wow, that ending was WILDE. I really enjoyed this book. I loved reading about Auren's journey to embrace her magic and to find out what kind of life she wants. And I adore Slade and how he bolsters her and wants her to succeed. Their relationship is constantly making me smile/tear up. Raven Kennedy excels at that, tbh. Even though Osrik and Rissa had such few chapters in this book, I gobbled up what little we were given. I wish we were given far more than we got with them. I understand this is Auren's story, but god dammit, Raven, you can't just throw that couple at me and not give me just as much with them as you give with Slade and Auren. >.< 
The relationships in this series are one of the things I like most. I love the relationship between Auren and Digby. Honestly, he makes me cry so much. I love how protective he is of her and how they basically adopted each other, and he only stayed in the Sixth Kingdom to protect her. Gruff, grumpy middle-aged men with their sassy rebellious adopted daughters is one of my favorite tropes ever. I even really liked the relationship between Auren and Milly(?). Up until Auren's unfortunate accident, I thought it was so sweet. I love the people who adopt Auren, tbh. It was like she got a wacky hedgewitch grandmother she didn't even know to want. 
Judd and Lu are too cute. I can't tell if their relationship is purely platonic or if they're flirting with one another, but either way, I love their friendship. I hope it stays platonic because seeing a well-written friendship between a man and a woman is always lovely. 
The story about Slade's background breaks my heart. Raven Kennedy sold me on him, tbh. I adore Elore and am so sad about what she had to go through. The parallels in family dynamics between Midas and Slade are fascinating. Midas had an abusive father and was abandoned by his mother. Slade also had an abusive father but had a mother and a younger brother who showed him love and affection. Midas didn't have that, so he grew up hating women and being a general sack of garbage. 
Now, the one thing I have to complain about. The only reason this book doesn't get five stars from me is that I find the dirty talk during the sex scenes to be so cringey. The written sex itself is fine, but any time Slade opens his mouth, I want to crawl out of my skin. Listen, he is the perfect book boyfriend to me 90% of the time, but he's the type of guy where you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up. Honestly, though, he probably would be into that, so...it's okay. I never want him to talk about milking his dick again. Nor do I want him to say that Auren's pussy is quivering ever again like please, for the love of god, Slade. Stop. 
As I said, the ending was WILD. So many loose ends that I need to see tied close. Does Rissa survive? Does Argo? Where does Auren land in Annwyn? Will she cross the Bridge of Temuria back to Orea to find Slade or vice versa? WHAT HAPPENED TO DROLLARD? WHERE'S MAMA RAVINGER? Real talk tho, loved this book. 
Oh, I am very disappointed in Malina for being so STUPID. I was rooting for her back in Glint. I wanted her to win over Midas, I wanted her to kick his ass and steal back her throne, but she really bit the bullet and now basically just started the faerie war like a big dumb idiot. Also, fuck Kaila. I think she's a bad bitch, yes, but how dare she for hurting my wife, Auren, like that. 
And the last thing I've got to say. Isolte...we got beef. If she doesn't die super painfully...I'm going to be very upset. 
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ashboy-3 · 10 months
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You Want to Fake date me? I thought we Were Dating Already
Written for DabiHawks week 2023 Day 5 Prompt: Fake dating Fandom: MHA, BNHA Characters: Dabi, Hawks, Todoroki Family Words: 1202 Summary: Dabi needs a way to piss off his father at a family diner, what better way than to announce his boyfriend he got at college. . .why didn't anyone tell him Shoto had come out first.
“You want me to fake date you in hopes that your father will never want to talk to you again?” Keigo Takami asked his college roommate, an unbelievable expression on his face.
“Well, why not?” Dabi asked, a look of confusion on his face.
“How do you know this will even work?”
“Cause he hates me and everything I do but my sister has this dream of us being a ‘happy’ family. I’m thinking if I can disappoint him enough with my gay ass he will drop me and forget I exist.”
“You are just full of Daddy issues aren’t you,” Keigo rolled his eyes.
“Oh like you’re one to talk,” Dabi snapped, making the blonde laugh.
“What’s in it for me?” Keigo asked, crossing his arms.
“I’ll suck your dick whenever you want for a month?” Dabi tried.
“Really? You do that if I ask you to already.”
“You get a free trip to the beach?” Dabi smiled.
“Fine I’ll take both,” Keigo smiled, he knows he could have made Dabi work harder for it, but he couldn’t say no to his tattooed roommate, it’s a problem that has been brought up to him multiple times.
This leads to a week later, the two are free for spring break flying out to Dabi’s hometown.
“Touya welcome home!” a woman, smaller than him with white hair that had little red flecks in it smiled, hugging him.
“It’s Dabi,” Touya rolled his eyes, but still hugged her back, it made Keigo smile seeing his angsty roommate act like he has a heart.
“And who is this?” she let go of the hug, holding her hand out to him.
“Keigo Takami,” Keigo smiled, taking the hand.
“Fuyumi, Touya’s younger sister.
“This is my boyfriend,” Dabi smirked proudly.
“You sure? Because the smirk says it’s another ploy to get the old man pissed at you,” a white-haired guy said, joining the conversation.
“Touya! Don’t tell me Natsuo’s right?”
“Sorry sis. Kei this is my younger brother Natsuo. Not to brag but I’m kind of the oldest,” Dabi beamed.
“Doesn’t mean he’s smart,” the final Todoroki sibling deadpanned, not staying to chat, just to throw in his two cents.
“That’s Shoto. He’s still in high school,” Fuyumi informed him as she made everyone move inside.
“So when will dear old dad be here?” Dabi asked, sitting on the couch.
“He’ll be here for dinner. He’s excited you decided to show up,” Fuyumi beamed clapping her hands. Dabi scoffed, putting his arm over Keigo’s shoulder, admitting making the blonde blush.
“So how did you two meet?” Fuyumi asked.
“Oh he’s my roommate,” Dabi said.
“You got your roommate to play your fake boyfriend,” Natsuo laughed.
“Hey, we can so pass for a real couple!” Dabi yelled back.
“Touya you are so fucking stupid,” Fuyumi said as his siblings died into arguing, Keigo laughing at seeing him be carefree. As long as he ignores the pain in his chest he’ll be fine.
“Well, dinner will be ready soon if you want to make your way to the dining room. I’ll let Sho know,” Fuyumi stood up.
“I actually need to run to the restroom,” Keigo said.
“First door on the right,” Dani tilted his head.
“You can do this Kei! Your roommate is just an idiot. It’s one dinner and then you don’t have to do it ever again,” Keigo splashed some water on his face, anything to make the feelings go away. Dabi was too dumb to catch on to what was going on inside his stupid head. 
“He’s so smart but so lovingly dumb,” Keigo sighed, washing his hands and exiting the small room only to be surprised by the youngest sibling.
“Are you really dating Touya?” Shoto asked, walking with him to the dining room.
“Yeah kid we are,” Keigo smiled.
“Don’t lie for Touya. You’ll get hurt. He’s too much of an idiot to realize what’s right in front of him,” Shoto rolled his eyes, leaving his side as they entered the dining room.
“So Enji, meet my boyfriend Keigo Takaimi,” Dabi introduced him as he sat down for dinner.
“It is nice to meet you Keigo,” Enji tried to give a welcoming smile, but it honestly just creeped him out.
“Oh uh, yeah nice to meet you too,” Hawks said, sitting down.
“Izuku’s going to be picking me up after school tomorrow,” Shoto said, calmly eating his food.
“That’s nice. He’s a good kid,” Enji smiled and Dabi was shocked at how accepting his father was.
“Now might be a bad time, but Shoto has been dating this Izuku kid for like three months now and told Dad instantly in a way to get him to leave him alone,” Natsuo whispered to his older brother, an evil smirk on his face.
“All my good laid plains to ruin,” Dabi huffed, eating his food.
“Can I ask you a question Keigo?” Enji said, fully ignoring his children with well ease practice.
“You already did but go off,” Keigo shrugged.
“I am trying to be a better father and was wondering if you really cared for my eldest child?” Enji asked, causing a hush to fall over the table.
“I have never met someone who brought more joy in my life. He keeps things exciting. He understand me and where I grew up it was hard to find someone like him. He willingly chooses to move off campus with me. He understands when I’m having my bad days. He will skip class for me and I’ve never had anyone in my life who cared about me as much as he does. He’s helped me more than I ever thought I deserved,” Keigo smiled as a realization hit Dabi square in the chest.
Realizing he might have said too much Keigo quickly stands up asking to be excused, before walking out of the house to the yard.
“Stupid idiot! Why would you say that? Rumi was right you are a true dumbass!” Keigo yelled at himself.
“Did you mean what you said?” Dabi asked, scaring the shit out of Keigo.
“What? Oh yeah no of course I didn’t! You wanted it to be real didn’t you?” Keigo asked as Dabi walked closer.
“Don’t fuck with me Kei! I’ve seen you act and your shit at it! I’ve never seen you like this before!” Dabi yelled back as Keigo looked at him in shock.
“What does it matter if I meant it? You don’t feel the same way. I am happy to just go along as we have been. I can live with just touches as long as it’s you,” Keigo smiled at the tattooed man.
“You dumbass. You can never just accept the fact that someone may like you,” Dabi rolled his eyes pulling the blonde in closer and kissing him.
It was better than the late night the two have had, rolling around in the sheets, better than the looks they would give each other when the other wasn’t looking. It was better than anything in the world because Keigo knows it comes from a place of love.
“Bout time he stopped being an idiot,” Shoto rolled his eyes as the siblings cheered for them.
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assorted-fics · 1 year
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Fics of the Week
Harry Potter
Actions Speak Louder than Words by SSAerial
“Stubborn child!” the hat suddenly boomed out with exasperation dripping his tone. “Better be Slytherin!”
Marvel
the conspiracy kids by tempestaurora
“in which peter, harley and ned ask the all-important question: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?”
Avatar: The Last Airbender
The miserable have no other medicine but only hope by trying_to_remember_both_their_names_at_once
“You remember him,” Chit Sang sounded surprised.
“I remember all of their names,” Zuko admitted. While he was on the ship, his father had sent him every death certificate from the 41st division. There was never any other note, no words from the Fire Lord, just a piece of paper with the name, age, and rank of the soldier who died. Zuko had kept every single one on his ship, reading over every single one and committing their names to his memory. He couldn’t stop them from dying, but they were what motivated him to keep moving, to get back his honor so that he could help prevent deaths like theirs.
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Chit Sang's brother fought in the 41st division. Unknowingly, Zuko had become a beacon of hope to those in the Fire Nation whose family had perished in the needless war, to the people who wished for a Fire Lord who will fight for their people instead of power. Chit Sang feels the need to let Zuko know this.”
Perfection is Overrated by JaggedCliffs
“For his first thirteen years, Zuko was raised in a palace. And yet somehow, it's the three years outside the Fire Nation that seem to count more – at least to the palace staff, who act like he's been raised by fox-wolves.
At first, this only annoys Zuko.
Until he begins to think that the Fire Nation needs more than a formerly-banished prince.”
all you have is your fire (and the place you need to reach) by agentcalliope
“In which there are hugs and laughter and tears, and conversations, as the gaang learn about Zuko's scar.”
Pacify her by Wxnderwell
“She’s always been compared to their father, while Zuko notably took after their mother.
It didn’t seem to occur to anyone that she too was the daughter of Fire Lady Ursa.
She half listens to Zuko throw his tantrum to get her to leave but Azula just sighs.
Zuko was too soft-hearted—too naïve to understand what she wanted from him.
It's always been easy for Zuko to garner people's affection. He had Mother's before she'd ran off and Uncle took him under his wing as if he was his own. It's stupid, and she hates him for it. Azula enjoyed watching him try to catch up to her, try to gain their father's approval like a stupid little turtle-duck.
such selfish prayers by andromeda3116
First Fic: “Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.”
portrait of a man on fire by cassiopeia
“In the wake of joining the Avatar, Zuko grapples with his identity.
Who is Zuko, if not the prince of the Fire Nation?
Under Sokka’s plan, no one will see their faces—not guards or prisoners or even the prison cooks. Still, Zuko can’t help but wonder what his—what the people of the Fire Nation would think, how they would act, if they saw him again.
For most of his banishment, the only Fire Nation people he interacted with were the crew of the Wani, who all resented being commanded by someone so young and hot-tempered. Even when he returned to the capital, he didn’t actually see that many other people. Those who he did see seemed to respect him—but that was when they believed he killed the Avatar. He’s sure that if any of them had seen him during his banishment, they would have treated him with contempt.
And now that he’s betrayed them all? Zuko can only imagine their disgust.”
close your eyes by andromeda3116
“for your eyes will only tell you the truth, and the truth is not what you want to see. –- Kanna escapes the Northern Water Tribe and travels south, always south.”
forgive my northern attitude by queersoverbeers
“Hakoda was not sure what he expected to find in this slowly approaching Fire Nation sailboat, but what he did find was certainly very far down on the list: A young boy, perhaps younger than his own son, with a bandage covering his eye, shaking violently in a fever-induced delirium.
“What does this mean?” Bato said, using the dull end of his spear to poke the boy's shoulder.
“Mom,” The boy weakly cried.
“I have no idea,” Hakoda said, feeling every bit as horrified as he always did when he learned something new about the Fire Nation.]
Or,
With Iroh wandering the globe after the death of his son, some of the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender get off to a late start— and get a little tangled along the way.”
Azula’s Angels by lookingkindofdumb
“When cornered in The Chase Azula switches from hunting the Avatar to kidnapping her brother. For his own betterment, of course. She can't have her brother slumming it in the Earth Kingdom.
Or, Appa and Zuko's life changing field trip.”
Voyage by amoeve
“When Zuko asks Katara to marry him, it is for love. But it’s also an alliance that shows the world that the war is truly over, and everyone wants to get in on the fun.
Everyone also wants them to observe every single tradition that the Fire Nation and Water Tribe have ever thought up for marriages, “to honour each others’ cultures and encourage a new era of harmony and understanding”.
It sounds reasonable until Iroh and Hakoda start handing them helpful transcriptions of ancient ethnographic texts.”
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nataliet12345 · 10 months
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Laying down on the cold mattress, Daryl thought to himself, he couldn’t get over anything. Denise just got shot in the eye during her speech about being strong and Daryl felt very bad about saying she was stupid for risking her life for one soda. Rosita and Daryl had to admit that it was very very stupid.
The blood spurting out of her eye as the arrow pierced her skin and went through her delicate flesh. Although it wasn’t a really important thing Daryl really cared about. He still had so much trauma from other losses. Such as Beth and Merle. He hated his brother, he hated him so much. Only to realize how much he needed and loved him. This world was not a good place for anybody, especially him. The fact that Merle handed him a crossbow and told him to survive in this word.
He never thought that he would have to let go of anybody, but Denise wasn’t even the biggest loss. He was on his knees tears running down his face as Abraham got bashed in the head by negan, the worst part was that negan was smiling. “Wow, your a tough one! Your good at this!!” Negan laughed.
As negan finished the job, daryl did a move he will Always regret, he leaped up and pounced on negan and punched him right in his face.
It was mistake
“Well I was only gonna kill one of ya, but since Daryl’s little break out, I’m gonna kill another one”
Everybody’s heart dropped as negan spoke, Rick was already wiping tears off his face, nobody could think, as negan started heading towards the Glenn. Maggie’s mouth opened as he starting hitting Glenn with his bat. Rick started crying harder as Maggie screamed, she was pregnant, watching the dad die. She was gonna raise her baby with no father. The love of her life. Daryl started to feel tears prick his eyes once again and they started to fall down his face. Everybody he cared about was dead.
They were all gone.
He didn’t want to have this feeling again, he been through so many things, it was so traumatic seeing Abraham and Glenn die so, horribly
I can’t stand this episode it broke my heart 😭😭💔
I was so traumatized seeing them die, I stopped watching for like 3 years 😰
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whatwouldvalerydo · 2 years
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Spring Break - Day 2 - Siblings
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Having one of them leave Hogwarts soon started making everyone emotional. Despite knowing that moment would come eventually, none wanted to truly believe it. Somewhere in the back of their heads, they believed school would never end. They would never be apart, they would still be together.
But lately that appeared to be the only thing the girls could talk about and what Nova would do, how she would dress for the ball, who would be at the graduation ceremony, all around the same subject that was starting to give Scarlett a headache.
Rolling her eyes, she placed down the cupcake she wanted to eat, frowning as her friends were debating how many members from their families would be there when they would graduate a year later.
Nova was happy with just her father attending if he had the time, Scarlett already having given her a list of items that she wished to be brought from the city, if indeed he attended. But now as the chatter sounded like white noise to her, she focused less and less on the talk. She didn’t care that Dana’s mother was a former student and that of course she would be there to support her daughter alongside her husband. Saffron had a good relationship with both her parents despite them being split up, at least one of them was bound to show up.
“What about you?” seeing how her question was ignored Dana tried again “Scarlett?”
“What do you want?” she suddenly snapped, seconds later realising that everyone was looking at her, waiting more than likely for an answer “No one.” She quickly added, placing her heart shaped sun glasses over her eyes.
Dana was quick to address a question “What do you mean no one?” eyes widening after it was out “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s simple really.” Flipping her long hair over her shoulder, Scarlett analysed her nails, frowning as she discovered one of them had started chipping “I don’t want my family here when I graduate. They are normal people, with normal lives. Besides, they couldn’t care less about a witch and this stupid school.”
The girls knew Scarlett always hated being at Hogwarts, she had made it clear from day one and while she did adjust to the different life she had been forced into, she still did not fit in properly, not even after 6 years.
Before the girls could say another thing, she already dismissed them with a wave of her hand, leaving them alone to talk about the subjects she wanted no part of. And if it was one thing she knew how to do was be evasive and rude about it, which she had kept up until the end of the year.
It was on the London platform that Scarlett said her goodbyes to the girls, eyes searching for a familiar face in the crowd, however as people started leaving one by one, there was still no one from her family there to pick her up.
Turning back to the girls that decided to wait with her a while longer, she mentioned “Go, I’ll be fine, I got money, I can grab a cab.”
“Are you sure. If you want we can go grab a coffee and wait a little while longer. I’m sure our folks won’t mind.” Nova said looking at the other girls and their families as well.
Shaking her head, Scarlett hugged each of them tight, something she normally did not do “I’m fine. And also I don’t need my family there at graduation, because I will have my sisters with me.” Wide eyes stared at her, the girl shaking her head “Don’t give me that look, I don’t like your mushiness.”
Grabbing her luggage, she proceeded to the exit, stopping in her tracks right at the train station entrance. Leaning against a car, her step brother smiled her way “Done with wreaking havoc for another year?”
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes “Do you even know who you’re talking to? Did you get the birthday card I sent you?”
Taking her luggage, he frowned “Ah yes the pop up middle finger was very innovative. At least this year nothing screamed at me.”
“Don’t forget I have one more year.” Getting inside the car, she smiled to herself, leaning her head against the car window. Maybe the last year would be different. Smirking, she straightened when her brother entered the car. Neah, it would be hell all over again, but at least she had her girls to make it bearable.
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chiro-asuta-vulpes · 2 years
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Prisma's Wish🌱
CHAPTER 1: Nanny Bot and Her Lil' Angels✨💗
I was born to make a change and difference built artificially by a man filled with dreams and ambition--...He's a Father with a loving caring Wife, they have 2 children, 1 is the actual child who is their beloved daughter, and the other 1 is an orphan--......a young boy.
These Two Children I watched over them as they grew, Seeing their smiles and laughter was indeed a joyous experience to witness throughout my daily life and existence----...I may be a Bot, but I can feel how these children feel what's inside their heart's content, with the help of my "Empathy Programming".
Their parents are very busy with their work----almost likely they are always absent and never had time to watch over them---... I'm not saying they have bad parenthood...I'm just concerned about this treatment they're giving to their little ones.....
They cant grow up like this without their parents---....Mr. Antonio and Ma'am Rosaline.....pls I can't stand seeing Tate and Winter crying losing hope thus thinking doubting and questioning if you both still love them or not---...because of busyness. I understand your work is very important....and all but your children need your LOVE AND PRESENCE I'm just a Nanny Caretaker Bot---made for your Lil ones, I may exist like this doesn't mean-----...you have to always be too BUSY for YOUR CHILDREN-----......and keep avoiding them thus all your focus is always WORK WORK WORK no more FAMILY BONDING TIME? which is sad----....please your Children needs you...they thirst for attention and love from their parents.....
I was so worried about them they're too young and innocent to think such a thing---Tate always crying and clinging to me all the time and she won't let me go at all every time she's having this mental breakdown, which she never ever had----before! I know Tate as an excellent happy-go-lucky happy girl that always loves and carries her pretty snowdrop flower, and such an optimistic girl, playful and so very responsible too, but this was the first time I have seen her breaking slowly, what? why is it because her parents being absent all the time because of work is having too many side effects on her mind mentally that much? Causing her to break---emotionally experiencing loneliness even tho for the fact she still has her little brother Winter, and there are some points I get to see her talking on her own
Winter, on the other hand, he's waaaaayyyy too far worst than Tate, I'm aware Winter is just a Lil orphan adopted by Mr. Antonio and Ma'am Rosaline, he was brought here at the age of 5 and Tate was about 10 years old, the reason why he's here in the first place is that the boy having abusive parents almost killing him twice because of A FREAKING SIMPLE PROBLEM?! of being DIFFERENT AND SPECIAL?! I mean suuureeeee if you ask me, he's perfect just the way he is. He may be young to have SUCH IMAGINATIVE and ADVENTUROUS trait so early, being A Clumsy, Peculiar, and Mischievous, little boy, doesn't mean you have TO BE SOOOOO BIAS AND JUDGEMENTAL OF YOUR OWN KID instead of BEING A STUPID DUMB BAD PARENT WHY NOT JUST SUPPORT YOUR CHILD AND LOVE THEM JUST THE WAY THEY ARE! Uggghhhhh! HUMAAANNNNS TYPICAL! I hope for the best for Winter----.....and I believe in the boy that he will have a beautiful bright future one day, same goes to Tate--.......
They're my Little Angels, I maybe just a simple Nanny Bot, just an experiment, A project----...Mr Antonio call me "Project Rainbow Wish---" I wonder what that means? I'm no fairy that grants wishes----but I do understand how the two children feel---
.....My wish for them is to never LOSE HOPE----...DONT give up, NOT to give in to fear, pain, the negativity, and cruelty of the world....may be a CHALLENGE and a TEST for them---......
That won't change my BELIEF in them I TRUST, AND BELIEVE these two will grow up into something REMARKABLE, Yes----...they are indeed different WHY? because that's what makes them special and unique----....and I love them......dearly---.......
Tate...Winter I promise----....As long as I still live I will take care of you two---......you both SHAPED MY WORLD AND PURPOSE.....
--PRISMA ILLUMINA🤍💐🌈
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