my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.
She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying
“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees.
but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.
“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”
Imagine if you opened a pack of cards and one of the cards was of you in your secret paramilitary organization uniform wouldnt that be fucked up or what. Im Cod Serling and you're in the twilight zone
it's Fine. this could be anyone with those particular tentstyle and eye color and skintone and tendency to have a bunch of little cuts in their tentacles it could literally be Anyone
finding out that DC literally sued Fawcett out of existence over Captain Marvel only to buy up the rights once they'd folded and start referring to the city where Billy lives as "Fawcett City" as a cutesy nostalgic reference is really like
You dropped beside him, curling your knees to your chest and letting your head drop on his shoulder. It didn't mean anything much really, it was just your head felt too heavy. And you seeked comfort, shelter, warmth. A sense of safety. A reassurance that it was finally over.
Maybe just to fucking take a breath properly for once because you can't remember the last time you did.
And you were so, so tired of standing.
You just wanted to lean on someone for a while.
Just to feel him beside you safe and sound and whole and his heart beating–
He was alive. You were alive.
And how bad can it possibly be if he was right here, with you?
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"I'm just so.." You sighed, your eyes falling shut. "..so tired."
Levi's hand twitched. Slowly, hesitantly, he raised it.
His hands wrapped around your hair as he pulled you closer. You felt slow, hesitant breaths carressing your forhead as he rested his face on top of your head.
"Let's just...stay like this for a while." He said quietly into your hair, lips pressing on the top of your head.
You nodded.
And you don't know what happens next, but surely, surely the world can wait. Even if it's 5 fucking minutes.
Shoutout to adorable, dorky, yellow nerds with spiked heads and glasses and an obsession with human media and a drive to make their favorite characters become real and a tendency to screw up badly and then sweep all their worst mistakes under the rug rather than come clean or make amends.
I know ya'll are mostly here for the clones, but since I'm also a helpless lover of droids, you'll have to deal with the occasional cloneless post too if you want to follow me. 😋
Recently finished the 3d asset of this absolute unit, so Tukk & the bois have some more clankers to fight!
I can see Tukk taking one of them down like a sumo wrestler after once again losing his blaster pistol lol