#vikings snippets

[amberstormblade]

Girl Help I became possessed and wrote over 1000 words for the Viking-Piglin AU I came up with the other day. I don't know how this happened and I'm slightly scared that it will happen again. Enjoy

Part Two

It all started off so simply. Joy was trying to make a potion that would allow her to speak with piglins. She was always needing Nether materials and it would be nice to have the ability to trade again since the villagers still hadn’t forgiven her for the incident that had taken place oh so long ago. It was hopefully in its final stages, she just needed some help testing it. That’s where Legundo, the server’s resident piglin hybrid, came in. She would drink the potion, ask him to say some things in his native tongue and see if it was properly translated. Then, she would say some things and he would let her know what language he heard them in. They both decided it would be best to test this at Joy’s house to keep any mishaps contained since her more customized potions could be a bit wild. It wasn’t until they were walking up the path that Legundo noticed something strange.

“Hey hey hey! Wait a second, did you see that?” Legundo asked as they approached. “Seems you have a bit of a haunted house!” There’s a laugh in his voice as they both stop and peek through the window at what was clearly Viking, rummaging through Joy’s rather unorganized potion collection. 

“Oh! Maybe he needs more fire resistance? The poor guy keeps running out. Maybe he’d be interested in testing my newest potion out with us! I’ll go ask and-”

“Wait!” Legundo stopped walking and put a hand on Joy’s shoulder. He gave her a mischievous grin. “Viking’s always scaring people by just showing up out of nowhere, right? I say we give him a taste of his own medicine! He’s got his back to us right now so as long as we stay quiet and take it slow… Oh yeah, this is gonna be great!”

The two nod at each other and carefully make their way to the door. Legundo took the lead as they snuck through into the sitting room area that had been taken over by Joy’s latest project. Surprisingly, Viking still hadn’t noticed them, too focused on all of the potions that had been haphazardly pushed to the side. Legundo took a deep breath as Joy did her best to stifle her giggling. 

Just as it looked like Viking was going to turn around, Legundo screamed, “BELL NOISES!” causing Viking to jump and let out a high pitched screech, almost seeming to phase out of the physical world for a second.

Legundo and Joy shared a laugh at Viking’s shriek. They were quick to stop when they heard the shattering of glass. The shimmering red cloud that had escaped the potion bottle was instantly drawn towards the phantom, mingling with his semi corporeal form. 

“Guys,” there’s a tremble in Viking’s voice, ”I don’t- Something doesn’t feel riGH- AH!” He’s suddenly clutching his chest as the potion properly takes hold. He grits his teeth, trying to keep from screaming as it suddenly feels like he’s burning from the inside out. His knees give out as tears begin streaming down his face, the only thing keeping him from bashing his head on the floor are the sudden arms around him. He’s not quite sure who caught him, but he doesn’t have it in him to care as he curls into them and screams. The noise tears its way out of his throat as he feels as his spine almost seems to twist. He vaguely thinks he hears someone mention milk and someone else say it’s too dangerous and the thought would almost be funny if his mouth hadn’t just been filled with blood as something forces its way out of his gums. There’s a weird sensation in his chest, like someone has pushed two observers together and set off a piston with them. If he wasn’t in a constant state of almost dead, he’d think it was a heartbeat and that it was dangerously high. His screams reach an impossible volume and the arms around him just hold tighter, seeming to not care how the hand that isn’t glued to his chest is practically clawing into theirs. Through the pain and confusion he thinks he can feel leather, a belt of sorts, thinks he can fit a face to the arms but then the agony crescendos and all he can think is that he’s dying again and he’d never get the answers he was looking for. He thinks someone tells him to breathe. He wants to laugh, say that he’s not needed to do that in a long time, has only been doing it lately to keep the others from freaking out more. His lungs are burning. That can’t be right though because he doesn’t have any, shouldn’t have any. In a haze he sees what he thinks is his hand but it’s not right, it’s a pale but no longer transparent with thicker, almost claw-like nails on the end and that’s not right. He’s not alive, not really so why isn’t he transparent anymore? The burning has stopped but he still feels warmer than he has since he died. That weird pounding is still going on in his chest as well. He sucks in a breath, and then another. Noise starts filtering back to him and he realizes he’d stopped screaming at some point. The chest he’s leaned against rumbles as the person speaks.

“That’s it, just like that. Keep breathing, you’re doing great.” A calm and gentle mantra, the tone almost unfamiliar when coming from Legundo. This close to him and the man almost seems to purr. They’ve started gently swaying, rocking side to side as the tears finally slow. “Hey bud, you seem to be coming back, that’s great.” His voice stays at an almost whisper and he starts rubbing circles on Viking’s back.

On first attempt to speak, all that comes out is a hoarse croak, leaving him coughing until Joy comes over with both a bottle of water and a clearly labeled healing potion. Viking alternates sips of each until he feels like trying again. “G-guys? What just happened-” a cough escapes his throat, making him wince. “What happened to me?” There’s still the weird movement in his chest but it’s slowed, he’s starting to think that it actually is a heartbeat but still doesn’t know why.

“That potion you dropped,” Joy starts, looking nervously around the room, “That was a highly experimental project I was working on. I was calling it a Nether Potion for now. It turns things into their Nether counterpart.” She nods at some crimson roots sitting in the corner. “Those used to be beetroots. It’s been two weeks since I dropped some of that potion on them and there’s been no sign of changing back. I never even thought about what it might do to a person but,” She pauses for a second, looking between him and Legundo, “It seems you two now have some things in common?” She cringes a bit at her attempt to make light of the situation.

“Wha-” before he could finish asking, Legundo cut him off.

“What she’s trying to say is that, you’re a piglin hybrid now. You’re alive again, Viking.”

#dominion smp #viking pilot #legundo #rnjoy #Viking Piglin AU #Dominion AU #I honestly don't know how this happened #I just wanted to write out a little snippet and it turned into a whole freaking chapter #am I an author now? That's too much responsibility! I'm not cool enough to be an author!

[viking-raider]

Salt in Our Wounds V - Snippet

No matter who wins. I’ll have to go back to the Army. I’ll have to leave her.

#henry cavill #henrycavill #viking-raider fics #gus march phillips #Salt in Our Wounds #Salt in Our Wounds *fic* #Snippet #the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare

[megatron-fucks]

The absolute insanest thing about the Cybertronian civil war - beyond the question of how many millions of years it lasted or planets it destroyed or terrible evils it caused - is that it seems in most continuities to exist without the support of a functioning society.

(When it comes to the economy of warfare, I'm more familiar with non-industrial societies, where the costs of war are often much clearer. But in any society, a full-time soldiers is supported by the excess value produced by workers.)

Like if you think of the world wars (probably the closest comparison I'm aware of) - the entire non-fighting population had to change how they were living in order to provide the resources for the war. In WWI, the number of women in paid work nearly doubled, and the kind of work they were doing changed drastically to favour industries (like nursing and manufacturing) that directly supported the war. And that was still enormously difficult. That was nations pushing themselves to the absolute edge of possibility to survive.

With Cybertron, the nations don't survive. Most of the time, Cybertron is post-apocalyptic. And they are somehow still fighting a full on war.

You do definitely see evidence of this, at least in G1 and TFP (and probably others I'm less familiar with) because the Decepticons' main priority is energon. In G1, the Decepticons are relying on the human workforce to produce that value, which their soldiers then take by force.

That's comparable to looting by human armies, which is a significant part of how armies support and fund themselves. It doesn't usually provide enough resources to actually support the whole army but it makes sense that Cybertronian technology is efficient enough to make that work. (Worth noting that looting is a war crime.)

In TFP, the Decepticons seem to have a large mining workforce (equivalent to a human agricultural workforce) who are also capable of fighting if required. Things vary over the course of the show, but at the beginning it seems like actually a pretty close analogue to a human army: there's a huge number of workers producing food, who seem to make just enough to support their own operations + a little extra to support a small handful of dedicated soldiers.

In IDW1 the only really clear evidence I'm aware of is provided by Tarn at Grindcore. The Decepticons at that stage are apparently using prisoners both as a source of labour (if Tarn's promise about transportation has at least that core of truth to it) and as a source of materials.

(POW labour has historical precedent, though I don't know any examples where it was essential to an army's function. The second thing is a little more complicated but still, not a usual method.)

I think there's other stuff in IDW1 to suggest that both sides use their soldiers to scout for resources and that the Decepticons use materials from conquered planets to support the war effort, but I can't think of any other examples that suggest an actual workforce.

There is other stuff in terms of medicine and technology, and probably something to be said for construction, which I can make another post about if people are interested. But in terms of "providing the basic resources essential to a war," that's all I got.

Anyway there's a trend through all of that which is the interesting thing: the Decepticons are the only ones who can actually maybe support their own war effort. Which makes sense: if you have a standing army, there are civilians somewhere doing the work of supporting them. And the only way we really consider it acceptable to take resources from civilians and give it to the army is taxation.

So it makes sense that only example I could think of where Autobots can clearly say "This is where our resources come from" is the one where there's still a functioning state.

The possible exception to that is foraging, which is something that ancient armies relied on to various extents. Generally the stuff I've read said that foraging for the bulk of your resources is an act of desperation that leaves your soldiers angry, hungry and tired, and makes it very hard to actually fight a war. But foraging to supplement your resources should be encouraged under most circumstances, especially if it means your enemy can't use those resources.

I think that in TFP, there's some implication that the Autobots are surviving off stockpiles? I feel like it's actually a fairly realistic example, because the Autobots on Earth are clearly a small, desperate group struggling to survive without a greater support system.

At the start of the show, IIRC, they're acting as scouts while keeping an eye out for energon, which is sensible. But their "foraging" duties seem to fall to the wayside once they find Decepticons.

#modern history is not my forte so please forgive any errors on that front #transformers prime #tfp #transformers g1 #transformers idw #idw1 #worldbuilding #sort of #its kinda unfortunate that 90% of what i know about war economy is like #confined to ancient rome and china #(which are quite comparable on this front) #and like 8 of the remaining 10% is medieval europe #which is still a lot closer to rome than to cybertron #i know some snippets of stuff about seasonal warfare #(e.g. 'vikings' and i think ancient egypt at times) #but that doesn't seem like a good comparison to any of this

[underragingwaves]

The Juniper Tree by @underragingwaves, in collaboration with @vikingstrash and @vikingcest

Warnings: none for this excerpt. Full fic will include incest, mild sexual content, and implied/referenced drug use.

Pairing: Ubbe/Hvitserk.

Banner by the lovely @vikingstrash

"And you?" she asks, not pressing the matter about Hvitserk any further. Her fingers dance a light pattern on the back of his cloak. "What will you see, if allowed to gaze into the seer's mirror?" Hvitserk. "Nothing." "Then there is no danger in this manner of seiðr," she remarks as her hand begins to push him along the path toward the enclosed water, "and no harm in looking, is there?" I will see Hvitserk. Ubbe's breath escapes him in a shuddering exhale. He knows this truth as much as he knows the child in Torvi's belly is not his, as much as he knows Björn is not Ragnar's firstborn, as much as he knows Ivar is safe and sound somewhere warmer than here. Pinpricks of knowledge have always mapped out his path for him, though he has learned better than to react to them before they have all played out. He can play the waiting game. And I will see Hvitserk in truth, where he cannot hide or turn away from me. There is every harm in looking. Ubbe allows himself to be led down to the water anyway.

Coming to @vikingsbigbang in November '22!

#vikingsbigbangwinter22 #vbbw22 #vikings #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #ubbe x hvitserk #urwfic #art by others #so excited to get to share a little snippet

[vikingsbigbang]

As you have probably noticed, from October 1st to October 21st our Artists and Authors will be able to post some Teasers/Snippets. Yes, both creators can show a little something of their work. This post will tell you how to do this!

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#vikings #vikingsbigbangwinter22 #vbbw22 #how to: snippets/teaser #info post

[hvlf]

EVERYONE LOOKS SO GOOD HELP

#vikings valhalla #vikings: valhalla #leif eriksson #freydis eriksdotter #harald sigurdsson #THIS IS ALL I NEEDED #just a little snippet that it is indeed coming #i am so ready for season 2

[seafoamdew]

Thank you for tagging me @alkalinefrog and @bignostalgias !

Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I'll give you more than a sentence actually as an apology for being away for so long. I'll give you some snippets of the arranged marriage au that I've been working to turn into an actual multichapter fic from the drabbles/one-shots it is now 😉

Snippet #1

 “You would dare dishonour your wife’s words? Her promise to me?” Signy’s face is still, her voice a deadly calm as she stares the large Viking down.  “They should be given the chance to find love,” Stoick implores instead of fanning her quiet rage by answering.  “We are giving them that chance. They have already formed a great friendship, and there is no greater soil where love can grow.”

Snippet #2

“Take care of him for me will you?” Jack said as he pulled away from the hug with a grin. “I’d like him healthy and whole for our wedding.” “How whole could he be with a missing leg?” Astrid quipped sardonically. Jack laughed. “Fair point! I’ll trust you to keep him from losing any more limbs. You know how he is.” "I can hear you two, you know," Hiccup said flatly, joining them. "And I can keep my limbs attached just fine, thank you."

Snippet #3

“So, if you really think about it– under all that armour and tailored leather, he really is just the same scrawny runt you know and love. Fishbones and all.” Hiccup paused just before the clubhouse entrance, brows raised at the conversation that was most certainly about him. The fact that it came from Tuffnut’s mouth only smelled like trouble.  “Well, not really all the same. Cuz of the… you know…” By Thor, if they’re talking about his leg- “The leg.” Alright, that's it!

I'm tagging you. That's right, you, you reading this very sentence. Ily 😘

#tag game #arranged marriage au #hijack #frostcup

[themotherofhorses]

"Simon Riley is toxic," "Simon Riley is a cold and distant man that enjoys inflicting harm on others," and "Ghost is a red flag."

Yada yada yada. Anyways.

Simon Riley LOVES cats.

When she first read his personnel file, her eyes immediately took notice of one certain detail, jotted down on a little yellow sticky note, in red penmanship. Price’s handwriting, she believed.  “Enjoys tattoo art & animals.”  SilentDove smiled at that. Simon Riley, 6’4” and with a fearful reputation that always preceded him, possessed a soft spot for animals — cats, she soon learned. He never spoke about it aloud, but there were signs: the small glances toward a stray kitty sunbathing on the sidewalk; his blue eyes softening the moment they caught sight of the kittens at the local petshop, and all the cat videos he pretended were not clogging up his YouTube history.  Yeah, there were countless signs. 

“Saaayyyy….you ever wanna adopt a kitty-cat, Lieutenant?”  “That’s above ya’s pay grade, Reyes.” 

Three months later, Dove tried again.  "A little brown kitten, Ghost, with pink beans on its toes! Imagine that!" She was holed up in the Lieutenant's office, pestering him with pictures of cats she found on Pinterest. "Brown kittens are super duper rare, y'know that, right?" she asked, showing him a cute brown cat with amber-like eyes. "Look, even the nose is brown!" But all she got in response was a stupid grunt; he didn't even look up from the paperwork he was filing out. Stubborn bastard, Dove thought to herself with a sigh. She fell silent for a moment until Simon suddenly spoke up. "I'd like a Norwegian forest cat," is what he muttered, peeking up to look at Dove. His bright, baby-blue eyes met her dark ones, and the Native American could see a certain softness pooling inside them. A smile twitched on her lips as she sat up straighter.  "Yeah?" Simon hummed. "Damn things are beauties. Ever seen one?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Wanna get me one once I retire from all this shit. Name him Shiloh, get him a bell and collar." "Shiloh," Dove breathed out, nodding. She liked the name; it sounded nice on her tongue. Shiloh…c’mere, Shiloh! "Didya know that Viking brides were given Norwegian forest kittens as a wedding present?" as her chin came to rest atop her palm.  His gaze dropped to follow the slight movement before flickering back to her face. "Is that so?" His voice dropped a little, suddenly taking on a huskier tone, instantly sending a small flutter of butterflies inside her tummy. Dove swallowed with another nod.  "Mmmm, in honor of Freyja, the goddess of love. According to the mythology, her cart was pulled by cats; Vikings loved cats, and it was a sorta…good luck for brides to have a kitten in her new household." Dove paused before adding, "—when I get married, I'm gonna ask for a kitten as well. No fancy pots, pans, or cutlery. A cat, one that I'm gonna name Ésevone." "Ésevone?" Simon repeated, cocking his head to the side.  "Buffalo in the Northern Cheyenne language."  "Ah. Ésevone," he rasped again, this time with a nod of his own. "Ésevone and Shiloh. Not bad."  A few seconds of (comfortable) silence fell over the two before— "—Y'know, Ghosty, you actually look like a TOTAL cat dad. Like you got the entire "cat dad" aesthetic down to a T." "Shut up, little bird." 

note: just a small snippet as i try to dive back into writing :D

#vic writes 🧸 #(somewhat) #paloma series #call of duty #cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod mw2 ghost #ghost cod #simon riley #cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #ghost fanfiction #simon riley x oc #ghost x oc #call of duty drabble #cod oc #cod original character

[jazzfordshire]

WIP title game

I was tagged and it sounds fun, so why not!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

practical magic au ch. 3 and 4

90s librarian au

Chef/Food Critic AU

Coyote Ugly AU

Goddess/Paladin AU

Mean Boss Lena

Wedding?????

Viking AU

#maybe this will give me motivation

[viking-raider]

Always Us - Part Four Snippet

Your face pinched up even more and you gulped audibly, bottom lip trembling, as you whimpered. You didn't want him yelling at you right now, all you wanted was for Daddy to fix your boo-boo and snuggle you, so the pain went away.

#Henry Cavill #Daddy!Henry #Little!Reader #Always Us #Always Us *fic* #Viking-Raider Fics #Always Us Snippet

[15-lizards]

Hi! I love your redesigns for ASOIAF houses and the snippets of their house’s fashion history. I wrote a ton of fashion history papers in college so it warms my heart with your posts. 💚💛💚 (green hearts for Meera Reed)

What do you think House Velaryon would dress like? They have such an interesting history that it’s hard for me, personally, to imagine it. My first thought was Vikings because they’re sea faring like the Greyjoys but it wouldn’t match too much because they’re a political powerhouse with dragons and members in the Royal family… at least in the HOTD era. In GOT they’re much smaller and less powerful naval house under Stannis who obviously isn’t as flashy as the Targs or even his brothers. The fashion would’ve changed drastically throughout their history, especially considering the two very different houses their power has been tied to so I was wondering what your take would be on their different statuses being reflected in their clothes.

This got very long lol I love your energy with the fashion history side of the fandom so I don’t mind if it takes a while to answer! Great things take time after all💚

Hey this is such a great question!! I think I’ll do like a “timeline” of fashion for this one instead of one period on time.

Okay so they’re said to have arrived even earlier than the targs, so their earliest fashions would be older remnants of Valyria. Fairly simple clothing, since I don’t think they were very established in Valyria, but as they made their wealth, their fashion became more complex with added jewelry and finer materials, but they still hung on to their traditions for a while. Simple one piece dresses or tunics and sun protecting/religious headwear that got more complex over time

An unspecified amount of time later, when the Targs arrive, the Velaryons have grown nice and wealthy off of the constant wars on the mainland. At this point they’re still cleaning to tradition, but they’re also letting Westerosi influences come in. Leather jerkins and wool cloaks and velvet jackets etc etc. And at this point they’re starting to evolve into a sea faring family too so: cotton clothing that’s easy to move around in on ships, turbans/head wraps to keep hair out of their face on Driftmark and while at sea, rare jewels and metals found on expeditions.

By the time of the dance they’ve probably fully conformed to Westerosi fashions. And they’re rich enough to fully indulge in it too. Big frills and ruffles, wide skirts, embroidered clothing, jeweled headdresses, studded leather jerkins, carefully crafted doublets, the whole nine yards. I feel that since this is the peak of the Targaryen era it’s also the peak of the Velaryon era, since they’re so closely connected

By the time of Aerys II, I think that their peak has definitely passed, and the Velaryons are slowly falling from grace, though it isn’t as extreme or as fast as the targs. Their clothes are older and more worn, beginning to become mostly for practicality. Skirts are flatter, leather has become cracked, people are wearing the clothes of their mother and father. It’s not immediate, but there’s definitely a slow decline in quality as the house becomes less and less important to Westeros

By the late 290’s, I think the Velaryons are all but faded into obscurity. They have their noble name, but that’s really it. They were fading already by the end of the Targs, so the absolute shitshow Robert launches the country in cant really be good for them, or the fact that Mr. Stingy Stannis is their new liege lord. When Aurane comes to power, they’re essentially just dressing like landed knights. Their clothes are clean and fit well and don’t have holes…but that’s about it.

#asoiaf #asoiaf hair and clothing #rip to the velaryons slay you will be missed #Aurane you deserve a house with full coffers I’m sorry u could not serve

[waiting4inspiration]

I can't wait for Rise & Reign! Dark viking Bucky + arranged marriage + obsession/yandere sounds 🔥🔥🔥 And dark is always good 😈 We love dark in this house muahahaha 🖤

I can't wait for it either! I'm excited to finally work on an idea that's been in my mind for a long time :D It is not that Bucky will be dark, there will just be the usual themes for a Viking-themed story, namely stuff like war and blood and murder and shit like that... But I thought I would leave a little snippet of what to expect.

His dark brown hair is messy from the winds of the sea, pieces sticking out of unkept braids sweep over piercing blue eyes that remain fixed on your father who has stepped forward. There are no scars on his face, making you think that he must not give his enemies a chance to strike his face before killing them. He wears a thick coat of fur around his shoulders. It is worn and frayed, a sign that he comes from a place similar to you - cold and wet most of the year. 

And there, on the hilt of the sword rests the hand of the fabled metallic arm. 

He is the man of war the stories tell of. Yet, there is a sense of familiarity behind those eyes of a soldier. 

“Jarl James, I am pleased to see that you made it to our shores in one piece,” your father says, breaking you out of your stare at the man leading the pack who has entered. 

“We have braced worse storms than the one that swept us in, but we were all relieved to step foot on land once again,” Jarl James says, stepping forward with an extended arm to shake your father’s hand. 

As your father turns to the side, you step forward so he can introduce you to the guest. “This is my daughter, (Y/n).”

You smile at him, unfolding your hands to offer one to Jarl James. “It’s a pleasure to meet the man behind all the stories.” He must know of the stories being told about him, but when his eyes land on you, it is as if his demeanor changes.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #viking!bucky

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I will never actually write this because it was too sad (even for me and my angsty skills...)

A while ago, I came up with the idea to write a really sad fic about the turtles. Duh.

A goal with all my fics is to have a moment where I make the audience cry, or at the very least get emotional. And this was no exception. It’s a personal challenge for me, to see if I can get my audience truly invested. But, I also need my fics to have a PURPOSE. So, if I was gonna write a sad and angsty fic, I needed a way to bring it to a moral or happy ending, to show a reason why the characters went through what they did, rather than just have a story for story's sake. So, I went about coming up with a synopsis for a story that showed how to deal with grief and guilt and hopelessness. But after several months of writing and ideas, I realized that it simply wasn't working out. The story wasn't just sad or angsty, it was utterly depressing. The message of hope even after death wasn't pulling through... and in addition, I got worried that the massive amounts of despair in the story were going to be detrimental to my mental health, if not also for the readers. Thusly, I scrapped the plot.

So fair warning, the stuff you're about to read is very emotional and kinda dark...

Naw I ain’t playing, turn back now while you have the chance.

CW: LOTS. OF. DEATH. Major illness, disintegration, intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, even a suicide attempt.

I was even in the process of making cover art for it (which I do for all my fics lol)

The fic literally starts out with a note from April (the narrator), explaining that she documented everything and warns the reader that this story does not have a happy ending. It takes place about a week after the invasion, and the family was having a rough time. Mikey's hands were absolutely scorched, Donnie's immune system was shot and he seemed to be getting ill, Raph was having constant panic attacks, and Leo wasn't getting better from his injuries. To top it all off, a new government branch was setting up camp in NYC and interrogating people about the events of the Krang attack. April had narrowly escaped but figured the Earth Protection Force would come back for her. Meanwhile, Leo’s injuries weren’t healing like they should have and he was getting worse… Eventually the family caved and asked for help from Agent Bishop and the EPF, but after some doctors and scientists took a look at Leo… they realized there was nothing anyone could do. They’d waited too long. Leo was not going to make it, and all they could do was make him comfortable for a few hours before he... yeah. So everyone said their goodbyes, and I actually have some snippets of dialogue written down and it makes me cry every time. Donnie had the worst reaction, upset by Leo's peace with the situation and devastated by his loss, believing that he never showed his appreciation and love for his twin as much as he should have. Leo attempts to comfort Donnie, but eventually tells him to "get over it". A few hours later, Leo dies in his sleep, and the room erupts into grief and panic and chaos until Donnie, in his pure anger, punches a hole through the heart monitor and leaves. Leo is given a viking send-off in the Hidden City, and afterwards, April asks what they are supposed to do now. Donnie angrily repeats Leo's last insight: get over it. April goes home, and after her parents ask her how her day was… she bursts into tears.

Several weeks later, Mikey tries to get Donnie and Raph to talk about their feelings, but they both refuse. Mikey himself is having issues, his hands not healing quickly and he wonders if he will ever be able to make a work of art again. He manages to get Donnie to admit his guilt of not being there for Leo and still holding anger and resentment towards his twin for sacrificing himself and dying. Mikey suggests that he speak with Raph, but Donatello refuses. Later, during an attack, Raph was knocked out and Donnie collapsed from his illness, which he had been hiding. Mikey realizes that it's left to him and uses his mystic powers to portal his brothers to safety, at the cost of his own life. Mikey comes to terms with this, believing that what he did was his mangum opus, and he feels no pain as he vanishes, greeted by Leo in the afterlife.

Donatello and Raphael mourn the loss of two brothers, and Donnie finally talks with Raph about his grief over Leo’s death (in honour of Dr. Feelings’ memory). However, his declining health is brought to light and Donnie is placed in quarantine. Casey Jr. identifies his illness as a common Krang disease, one his mother died of, and the group work overtime to create the cure. Raph stays with his last sibling and keeps him company. Donnie gets more and more sick, and one night while April and Casey are working with Agent Bishop to finalize the antidote, Donnie's fever worsens and he sleepwalks, hallucinating Mikey and Leo's return and them comforting Donnie and telling him that the others will be alright in his absence. Donnie senses that his time is almost up. Raph finds him but doesn't understand what Donnie is seeing or who he is talking to, and takes him back to bed. April and Casey finally finish the cure and rush home, hoping to make it back in time, but find Raph asleep by Donnie's bedside… Donnie having just succumbed to his illness a few hours prior.

Raph is left as the last one alive, dealing with extreme survivors' guilt for outliving his brothers and blames himself for their deaths. April tries to comfort him, Splinter, and Casey. (Casey notes that history seems to be repeating itself in reverse order— that while in the alternate timeline Raph died first and Leo last, the opposite has been happening here, and Casey fears that Raph might actually die somehow very soon.) Meanwhile, Raphael tries to atone for his guilt by overdoing the vigilante work on his own. Eventually he decides that it isn't enough, he can never atone, and he misses his brothers too much… so he writes a note to April and emails it to her, then goes to the Hidden City to pick a fight with Heinous Green... and let him win. April receives the email and she and the others rush to save Raph, who at this point has already found Heinous Green and is letting him beat the ever-loving life out of him. Halfway through, however, he realizes what he is doing and that his brothers would not want this for him, but it's too late... April and Casey find Raph near death and attempt to save him, but he goes unconscious from his injuries.

While April, Casey, Splinter and Draxum work to heal Raph's wounds and revive him, Raphael dreams of the afterlife, meeting up with his brothers and apologizing for everything. They comfort him, yet also explain that he has to wake up soon; and how April, Casey, and Splinter still need him. Raphael asks if he can stay, to which they promise that he will be okay without them and someday they will see each other again; that they aren’t mad at him for their deaths, but that he cannot speed up their meeting. Raph agrees to go home, to which they all say how proud they are of him. Raphael wakes up with his family around him, relieved that he survived. Later that night, he and April have a discussion where she scolds and berates him for trying to leave them, saying that she had no one left. He admits his actions and apologizes and promises to get better.

In an epilogue, April explains that it has been a full year since Raph’s injuries, and he is doing much better. The Hidden City made a memorial for the three lost brothers in honour of their sacrifices. Casey Jones Jr. has been doing better as well, though he will often have nights of panic and moments of grief that only Raph can get him through. Agent Bishop works with Raphael and Casey to keep the city safe from mutant attacks, and they work to create a new team, hinting to characters like Mona Lisa, Venus De Milo/Frida Kahlo, Leatherhead, and other characters from the comic series. April ends by stating that at the beginning, she said the story did not have a happy ending. She stands by this, stating that the story has not ended and will continue for as long as they live, and that she does her best to remember her friends and keep going on, not for their sake, but for her own. And that one day, she will see them again.

And as if THAT wasn't heart-wrenching enough, I also planned a short after-story of how something like 80 years later, The Hamato ghosts get ready to welcome Raph into the afterlife, showing Leo preparing a house for him and Mikey decorating and Donnie gardening.

So yeah this is the most depressing and heartbreaking thing I've ever written, and I ACTUALLY SPARED YOU FROM THE DIALOGUE I HAD WRITTEN TOO

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tutant meenage neetle teetles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt fic #rottmnt writing #depressing stuff #angst #i made it get really dark there for a bit #yeah so i don't think i'm gonna finish this one... #pain #rottmnt angst

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-it Friday

It is just past midnight where I reside, so that means its officially Friday. Normally I don't post till the sun is shining, but I am traveling today and visiting with family, so I won't have access to computer time till much much later.

Tagged by the always lovely @panbuckley, who posted a very steamy snippet. So I am going to continue this trend myself, or try to at least. Here is some very vague smut from NFL Buck.

Eddie is on the precipice of tipping over into orgasmic bliss, but a tight grip at the base of his cock, snaps him back. He cries out, "Buck please." Behind him with his own cock deep in Eddie's ass and lounging back on the dark blue sofa, Buck chuckles. Eddie feels the vibration of his delight more than he can hear it. "You didn't answer me." The younger man states. The hand not withholding Eddie's pleasure, hits the rewind button on a small black remote. The projected film in front of them reverses, pulling the figures of the players of the Chicago Bears and the Minnesota Vikings back to their pre-snap formations. "Two high safeties, 5 man rush, what should I call?" Buck repeats his earlier question with a swivel of his hips, grinding up against's Eddie's prostate. A whimper is pulled from him and Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, relishing the stimulating euphoria mixed with the pain of being held at the edge. The warm plastic of the remote is dropped on his thigh and Eddie can't hold down a moan of appreciation as Buck grips his hair, yanking his head back. "I told you to keep your eyes open. Don't want to miss anything, now do we?" He growls in his ear, nipping at the cartilage. Fuck. Having his eyes on the footage of the Chicago Bears was the whole reason Eddie joined Buck in the first place. He liked to help his boyfriend with his studies, give advice, and his own opinion on what the defense is doing and how Evan should respond. The reward for doing so, usually came after pages of a notebook had been filled and several hours of film had been watched. But the first game of the Ram's season with their new shiny quarterback was just days away and Buck was a ball of nervous energy. Working out did little to take the edge off. Video games with Christopher (and losing horribly) just added to the problem. Not even a pep talk from his personal trainer Owen Strand could help. So Buck turned to film hoping that being over prepared would ease his mind just a little. Eddie ventured into the screening room wanting to give him some relief and Evan immediately showed him how he could. A sloppy blowjob lead to Eddie's first orgasm. A seat in Buck's lap, his chest pressed tight against Eddie's back, and stretched tight around Buck's cock, has Eddie on the edge of another. He just needed to focus. Give Buck a play to beat the scheme. He needed to open his eyes and see past his pleasure. Just for a moment and then Eddie can finally fall into the inferno, with Buck just behind him. The sharp trill of Eddie's phone breaks his focus and has his eyes opening for all the wrong reasons.

Never really written man on man smut before, so I hope I'm doing something sort of right? Idk. I just wanted to put the fuck in fuck-it friday lol. But this is a scene I've had in my notes for awhile for this fic. Hope you all enjoyed!

If you want to see more NFL Buck just search under the tag nfl on my page.

Tagging (no pressure): @prince-buck-diaz @thekristen999 @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @monsterrae1 @bekkachaos @911onabc @911-on-abc @alyxmastershipper @brokenribsdiaz @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @lizzybizzyzzz @glorious-spoon @oliverstaark @cowboy-buck @starlingbite @housewifebuck @devirnis @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @forthewolves @transbuck @wikiangela @rogerzsteven @bigfootsmom @try-set-me-on-fire @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @shortsighted-owl @spaceprincessem @heartbeatdiaz @barbiediaz @princessfbi

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[tetsupeach]

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one shots -

oh, baby - kiribaku x reader. brrrr breeding. art history 204 - kiribaku x reader. being paired with the sunny college football player for your project is your worst nightmare, that is, until you meet his boyfriend. study date - kiribaku x reader. your boyfriends make studying harder. three’s company - kiribaku x reader. you stumble into the wrong apartment, but Kirishima and Bakugou don't mind.   green means go - bakugou x reader. Bakugou laughed when Midoriya asked him to fuck his girlfriend while he watched. he's not laughing anymore. surveillance - bakugou x reader x todoroki. when your fellow pro heroes find out you've never finished with a partner they decide to fix it. mafia kuroo - it’s what it sounds like/affectionate. ns/fw.   something revolutionary- viking!bakugou x reader. bakugou gets what he wants. that includes you. summer storms - kirishima x reader  hurt/comfort - atsumu x reader   astronaut kuroo im   i don’t like anyone better than you(it’s true) - ran, mikey, draken x reader, omegaverse  the night we met - bakugou x reader  divine right - prince shouto x reader  play stupid games - bakugou, midoriya, shindou, shouto x reader.  darlin’ darlin’ - mikey x reader, ran x reader 

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first time you fall asleep in front of ushijima cellist kuroo forehead kiss atsumu hands hcs - tokyo rev alpha kuroo

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[manybcdthings]

belcourt cabin

felix ranstrom and isabella belcourt @rviner

Suspicion thickened the air in Hollow Cove and not a soul seemed immune from distrust. With the soldiers gone, hope for answers vanished and left behind whispered doubts and accusatory stares. Every step Felix took around the town, he could overhear disheartened conversations. He could feel the lost hope surrounding people's words. Still not accustomed to his heightened senses, Felix was uncertain if he noticed the shift in atmosphere simply because of his newfound talents. Or if the loss of hope was truly that devastating. Because, unlike them, he had nobody to look for. He had nobody looking for him. Only a gnawing reminder of his brother existing somewhere in the world, technically now an enemy.

Accusations flew like wildfire, spreading out to almost every supernatural in the town. And when Bella found herself in the firing line, Felix's intense quietness gave way to a passionate defense. He clashed with council members, insisting on Bella's innocence in a disagreement that turned sour quickly. Another thing he wasn't used to was the sudden temper that could fly out from him with no warning. He returned to the Belcourt cabin once he managed to tear away from the argument, eager to warn Nadia of potential consequences. But, as he lingered by the door, he caught snippets of Bella's conversation with her brother. The defeat in her voice palpable as they discussed their missed opportunity to learn more about their sister.

Sebastian's departure from the cabin caused Felix to perk up, acting as if he had only just arrived and he passed around the wolf. "Is your mom here?" though his confidence faltered for a moment when Bella's gaze lifted to him. He would always notice the subtle green in her eyes, a faint detail that never failed to strike him. Another thing he wondered. Did everybody notice it or was it just him? And did he notice it because of his new senses or...? Clearing his throat, Felix waved a hand to the door. "I er… I had a bit of a run-in with Rineike and Carina." he admitted, his voice low. "Nothing crazy but it was about you." Felix nodded toward her and his hands slunk into his pockets. "Said something about giving the..." he added a lighthearted whistle, as if the word "soldiers" were a dirty word. "Food and water." slowly, a grin managed to form over his lips, curling with a slight sarcasm. "Did you? Because I almost got my head ripped off by a viking defending you."

#felixranstromchat #interactions; felix and bella 002 #timestamp 3; #This time we will finish a thread HAHAHA #Also I think this is the first time I've not written something to be funny for MONTHS #WHY DID IT GET SO LONG WTFFFFFFFF