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pretty-red-garnet · 6 months

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Brothers

Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Quarry • Fluff

This took so long and I am not happy with it at all. I am so sorry to the anon who requested this! I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just could not figure out what to write for this request. Again, so sorry. I hope to get back into writing more soon!

Part 2

Chaos. Everything was complete chaos. Gunshots, groans of walkers, the kids screaming in panic, Shane shouting orders. A rifle thrown in your hands, fingers trembling as you took shots, walkers falling to the ground. Lori, Carol, and the two kids were hustled into the RV, and you stood guard by the door.

Rick and the group came back from Atlanta suddenly, yelling and shouting and putting more guns in more people hands. Your eyes kept flicking to your brother, Shane, as he took down geeks. Everything was going so fast and your head was spinning.

And then, silence. It was eerie, how so much panic and chaos could turn quiet so shortly. The once bustling camp enjoying a fish fry now was now nearly half the size. The earth beneath your feet was covered in blood, some red and fresh from the people, some was almost back, the walker blood.

Andrea dropped down to her sister and let out a cry, and that's when you finally turned away, opening the door to the RV and letting them know it was clear. A hand dropped to your shoulder and you flinched, the tips of your fingers brushed the knife at your waist before you realized.

"You good?" Shane asks, and you give him a jerky nod. He pats your shoulder once more and parts from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and survey the camp.

There's bodies everywhere, both human and undead. You can't stand looking at it, you can't stand Andrea's cries as the background noise. You turn on your heel and begin walking away, towards the woods. Maybe it wasn't safest, but you needed a breather away from everything. They were beginning to stab the brains of the dead, and you couldn't watch them put down the people you once considered friends.

You sit heavily on a overturned tree, the rifle you swung on your back makes a metallic noise when it hits the wood. You sigh, bringing your elbows to rest on your knees as you bury your face in your hands.

You're only alone for a moment before you hear footsteps and you shoot your head up, heart racing and eyes glancing about before you spot Daryl. You huff out a breath and take your eyes off him, hastily brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

"You're getting sloppy, heard you from a mile away," you tease, your voice teary. Daryl scoffs and plunks himself down on the trunk beside you.

"Didn't wanna scare you." You nod, because you knew he had purposely made himself known. You'd been hunting with the archer enough times to know he was never sloppy.

"Did my brother send you?" You ask, still staring down at your shoes out of embarrassment that he'd seen you like this. All teary eyed and pathetic looking.

"Nah, too busy starin' at Lori and Rick," he says. It's your turn to scoff now. "You alright?"

"Yeah," you answer, risking a little glance at the man beside you. He was biting his lip in a way that made you believe he was worried, so you force a little smile. He doesn't look convinced.

"No Merle?" You ask. Daryl shakes his head, breaking his gaze from yours. "I'm sorry." Daryl throws you a little glare out the corner of his eye, but it lacks any sort of real anger. "I am."

"Sure," he says, sarcastically. You narrow your eyes and bump his shoulder with yours.

"Ok, I know me and him weren't exactly besties," your emphasis on the word makes Daryl give you an exasperated look. You just smile. "But I can still be sorry, I know how much you care about him." Daryl hums. "Besides, I don't think anything will take down that man. I'm sure he's fine."

"Yeah, probably," he says with a huff of air escaping his lips. You're both quiet for a moment, and Daryl eyes you worriedly. "You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah," you say with a shrug. "Just... worried. About everything."

"I get that." You get silent again, and Daryl starts to bite and pick at the skin on his thumb. "But you don't gotta be."

"I don't?" You ask, brows pulled forward and looking at Daryl intently. "Why's that?" Daryl shrugs and decides that the ground is more interesting than looking at you.

"'Cause I'll always look out for you," he answers, quietly. You smile and place your hand on Daryl's shoulder in a gentle manner. He flinches just a bit before turning his blue eyes to you. He has a soft expression on his face, the one that's reserved for only you

"Thank you," you say, in a sincere and soft way Daryl's never heard directed at him before. He nods, shakily. "I'll always look out for you, too."

"I know," he answers, standing up. "Come on, ain't safe out here."

You aren't completely sure when the unlikely friendship of you and Daryl began. A cop and a loud, brash redneck wasn't exactly an expected duo. Although, you do know a much different Daryl than most. A much kinder, softer version of himself, one he keeps locked behind a very tall, very solid wall.

You're sure the only reason Daryl has shown this side of himself to you was because you're the only one to treat him like a person, not like some ticking time bomb. Not like some untamed animal or uncontrollable being, just a person. You had shown him a kindness he wasn't used to, and even after a few attempts at keeping you at arms length, you're closer than ever with the man.

You’d admit that maybe your feelings for the man weren’t completely platonic. But that’s to be expected considering you spend so much time with him. He’d taught you some hunting tips, so you hunted with him most days. All that time together, it wasn’t a complete surprise that a little crush would form.

Daryl leads you back to your tent, avoiding the mess of the dead loved ones. It seems most have agreed major cleanup can wait until morning, and have returned to their reserved tents. Dale stayed on watch, mostly for Andrea's sake, just incase she wouldn't be strong enough to take out Amy, you assume.

Daryl lingers at the opening of your tent. You have a unsure, nervous look to you. Your hands wring and fumble with themselves, and your bottom lip in firmly in place between your teeth. He's not fond of your anxious presence.

"I don't want to be alone," you whisper. You grimace, eyes screwing shut briefly before they open again. "Sorry, that makes me sound so pathetic." You let out a breath of air that's supposed to resemble a laugh, but it falls short. "I'll be ok, I'm not even really alone anyway. Shane's tent is right next to mine—"

"Wanna stay with me?" Daryl asks, before he can even think. The words just escape him, embarrass him, and he's about to take it back before you answer.

"Would you mind?" Daryl wants to say absolutely not, of course he doesn't, but what comes out is a grunt and a shake of his head accompanied by a shrug. Daryl turns towards his tent and juts his chin at it.

"Come on." You follow behind him to his tent. His and Merle's are beside each other, both farther from everyone else's tents. They have their own small fire pit and some tree stumps for chairs. Not far behind is a string of cans, a perimeter for the campsite.

Daryl leads you into his tent, holding the flap open for you to climb in behind him. It's small inside, some clothes and spare bolts for his crossbow laying about. A thick blanket is splayed out to act as a barrier from the hard ground. It's Daryl's turn to be nervous and fumbling, watching you take in the small space.

"Cozy," you say with a smile, laying down on the blanket. Daryl hesitates, sitting near the closed entrance and as far as possible from you. You frown. "Lay down. There's room for both of us." You pat the spot on the blanket beside you.

Daryl's eyes flick from yours to the space beside you. He eventually obeys after seeing your unrelenting gaze and lays down beside you, kicking off his boots and keeping them close.

You watch as Daryl does so. His muscles are tense, even as he lays down. He's stiff as a board, arms crossed on his chest as he stares up at the ceiling of the tent. He's ridged, and you feel the tension radiate off his body in waves.

"Am I making you nervous?" You ask, a teasing tone to your voice. It’s mostly to cover up your own anxiety over being so close to him. Daryl scoffs and turns his face away from you.

"Yeah, right." You laugh softly, and Daryl feels a smile twitch at his own lips at the sound. "Just ain't used to sharin' the covers, better not be a blanket hog."

"I'm not, I promise."

It gets quiet, both just laying beside each other, sleep not catching up with either. The gears in your head spin at a million miles a minute, and Daryl glances at you every few minutes, his own thoughts racing, until finally, you speak.

"Do you ever think..." you pause, and Daryl watches you carefully. "That you just aren't good enough? No matter what you do?" Daryl's brows furrow. Where did that come from?

"Plenty," he replies. "Have I ever thought you weren't good enough? Nah, never." Daryl adjusts so his arm is resting behind his head, he keeps his gaze straight to the ceiling even as he feels your eyes burn into him. "Where's this comin' from?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "Been thinking about it a lot lately. About if something happens and I can't save Shane, or Carl. You." Daryl's heart flips.

"Took out a lot of walkers today," Daryl says. "I think you'd be right there if anyone needs your help."

"I'm not strong enough."

"Stop," Daryl snaps, he whips his eyes to yours.

"I'm not. I'm not my brother, and I'm not like you or Rick. I'm not strong, I'm not meant for this." Your voice grows weaker as you go on.

"You're a cop, you helped people, right? You took out, what? Ten walkers all on your own? I saw you." You let out a humorless laugh, tears spring at your eyes.

"The only reason I became a cop was because Shane did," you admit. "I felt like I had to follow him, to do something."

"Don't matter." Daryl's brows furrow. He isn't sure where this is all coming from. Sure, he'd seen you seemed to always be behind Shane, following whatever he said to do. It bugged him a little, how he always bosses you around. He didn't think it ever bothered you.

"It does matter," you say with a scoff and sit up. Daryl follows, slowly sitting up next to you. "I was never meant for it. I could barely even take statements sometimes without wanting to cry."

"Just means you care 'bout people." You shrug.

"It means I'm weak." Daryl shakes his head and nudges you with his elbow.

"Ain't weak. And you ain't pathetic, neither." You hang your head.

"I wish I was like Shane, he's strong, he helps people."

"Yeah, well I like you just like this," Daryl admits, even as he feels his face heat up.

"Yeah?" You finally smile, shyly, turning your head just slightly to peek at Daryl. Daryl clears his throat and lays down, turning his back to you.

"Ain't saying it again. Go to sleep." You laugh, actually laugh, and lay down.

"I like you just how you are too, Daryl," you mumble, before sleep finally overtakes you.

Everyone is up early the next morning, you suspect nobody really slept. You had kept waking up every hour, and Daryl was still up staring at the ceiling when you'd glance at him. Footsteps and movement around the camp began right when the sun came up, and you and Daryl followed right after.

Everyone is bustling around now, burning the walkers and burying the dead, as Glenn had insisted. It isn't long before panic shouting is heard from Jacqui.

"Jim got bit! Jim's bit!"

Even more panic, angry shouting from Daryl, and arguing ensues. Daryl wants to kill Jim right then and there— which earned him quite the glare form you— thankfully it quieted him down a little. Rick wants to head to the CDC for a potential cure, and your brother is adamant Fort Benning would be the best bet. You were little ways away from their discussion, chatting with Carl.

"Y/N, what do you think?" Shane asks, suddenly. You sigh and take a few steps closer, away from Carl. You were hoping they would just figure it out and leave you out of it.

"Well," you begin, and Shane's slight narrow of his eyes doesn't go unnoticed. He wants you to go along with him. "I'm sure if there's a cure, Fort Benning would know. They are military, must have doctors."

Daryl scoffs, and you glance to him in surprise. He holds your gaze, but you can't place his expression. Your brows knit in confusion.

"There you have it, Rick," Shane says cockily, breaking you from your trance. You look away from Daryl.

You walk away, leaving the boys to argue further. You honestly don't care where you end up. From the looks of the city, there's nowhere safe, not the CDC, and not Fort Benning. It doesn't matter to you where they decide to go.

"Hey," Shane says, approaching you where you're taking down your tent. You drop the pole you're holding and stand up straight. Shane has a pissed off look on his face.

"CDC then?" You ask. His expression darkens.

"You could've had my back a little," he whispers angrily, getting closer to you. You turn away to hide your rolling eyes. You return to your task.

"I don't care where we go, Shane. It's all the same to me." He grabs your upper arm, not tight enough to hurt, but it's enough to pull your attention back to him.

"Yeah, as long as you get to follow your boyfriend, right?" You narrow your eyes, reeling away from Shane slightly out of shock. His face is close to yours. "Saw you come out of Dixon's tent this morning."

"So what, Shane," you say, yanking your arm from his grasp. "You aren't my father." He exhales heavily through his nose.

"Stay the hell away from that guy," Shane demands, his finger coming up to point at your face. You set your jaw, a fist balls at your side, and you smack his hand away from you. And then, for maybe the first time ever, you don't just do whatever your big brother tells you to.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Shane."

You drop down heavily into the truck's car seat. Daryl glimpses at you from the drivers seat, and he looks at you questionably. You don't say anything, instead glaring out the passenger window so viscously, Daryl's surprised it doesn't shatter.

"You ain't goin' with Shane?" He asks. You scoff.

"No," you answer, shortly. Daryl shrugs, mumbling an 'ok' and starting the engine. He takes off towards the CDC, and you continue your angered glare.

"So, you got your own opinion on this whole thing, or do you always just follow along with whatever your brother says?" Daryl suddenly asks, making you whip your eyes to him. He's staring straight to the road, and you scoff loudly.

"Oh, that's really something coming from you," you say sarcastically, letting out a sharp laugh. "You followed your brother around like a lost puppy, but I'm the one always going along with my brother? Bullshit."

You regret bringing up Merle as soon as you finished your sentence, but anger is clouding your judgment. Your frustration at Shane mixed with Daryl's unwarranted comment is just about too much to handle.

Although you feel a twinge of guilt, Daryl's comment was ridiculous coming from him. He always would follow his brother around, do whatever he said to do. He never even seemed to care whenever Merle went on racist, sexist, something just plain mean tangents, even if Daryl never agreed or joined.

But still, Merle was his brother, no matter how awful, that you understood more than anything. Shane was one to ruffle a few feathers too, and you understand better than anyone how oppressive it can be to forever be in the shadow of an older brother. Never getting your own opinion, or word in, forever just following along.

"You're right," Daryl says. You turn your head to him quickly in surprise. He doesn't face you, his eyes looking at the road in front of him. "I've always gone along with Merle, no matter how shitty he was, or what trouble I'd get in."

"You're right, too," you admit with a loud sigh, your anger fizzling at Daryl’s sincere tone. "I've never really done, hell, even said what I've wanted. I always just followed what Shane's doing."

“Think it’s about damn time we do what we wanna do,” Daryl says, after a few moments pause.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right!” You exclaim, smiling brightly. “Screw Shane!” Daryl laughs, and you turn your head to fully look at him.

He’s biting at the skin on his thumb, and he gives you a small, crooked grin when he notices your eyes on him. The sun cascading through the window of the truck makes him glow, and you can’t help but think that he looks just beautiful. His bright blue eyes sparking, how his light brown hair looks almost blonde in the yellow light. You’d never noticed just how handsome he is.

“The hell you starin’ at?” He asks suddenly. Your face flushes violently at being caught ogling, and you whip your face towards the window.

“Nothing,” you fumble out, he just hums an unconvinced noise of acknowledgment.

You bite your lip harshly to stop the grin that threatens to split your lips. You sneakily take another glimpse at Daryl, taking in his calm expression, the way his eyes narrow to block out the brightness from the sun.

Maybe it was just a crush, or maybe you’re head over heels in love with him. It doesn’t matter now. All you know is that Daryl understands you like no one ever has, and you aren’t letting that go any time soon.

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imagopirateversion · 1 month

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales; Why It Shouldn’t Exist

Or how I invested time and energy into an analysis of a relatively dead franchise instead of doing it for my actual media analysis university course.

An essay by: a bitter and obsessed PotC fan since they were 7, with a lot of free time.

Lads, this is going to be long. You have been warned.

The Beginning

At the very beginning of the movie, we see a young Henry Turner looking for his dad.

Now, we're not talking about characterization problems or how likely it is that a ten-year-old child would risk his life to look for a man he technically only saw once; we're talking about plot problems, actual logical fallacies. My questions are:

How? The Flying Dutchman is a legendary ship, impossible to be found unless She wants to be found. The only reason we see Her in Dead Man's Chest is because Davy Jones himself is looking for Jack to collect his debt, and in that occasion the Dutchman's captain wasn't even doing what he was supposed to do, so he was most definitely in the living world. Will otherwise, he's doing the job Calypso gave him, so he's constantly in between. Is the movie trying to convince me that a kid was able to do something no one in the history of piracy was ever able to do? And even if he did, why hasn't anyone explained me how? He simply looks at a map and throws himself on the bottom of the ocean. How did he know The Dutchman was there? How did he know it would've come to surface?

Where is his mom? We got to know Elizabeth in the first three movies; we know she's a smart woman and we can assume she's an attentive mother. She didn't notice her son preparing himself for a trip in the middle of the ocean to go look for his dad? Was she distracted? Was she outsmarted by a 10ish-year-old? Or is she just not contemplated in this scenario?

Why does Will look like that? Will is doing his job, so... why does he look like he's slowly corrupting? That kind of corruption is the punishment Calypso reserves to The Dutchman's crew when the captain fails her, which isn't the case. Did they forget about it? Was the idea of putting algae on Orlando Bloom's face just impossible to resist to?

Alright, this isn't actually from this movie but it's bothering me, so I have to write it; also, it would make this whole movie unnecessary, so it's somehow related to it. Why (and I can't stress this enough) can't Elizabeth be on the Dutchman? Why can't they do the job together? Is it because she's not a pirate? I'm pretty sure se actually is. Is it because she's a woman? Last time I checked she was the KING. She wants to stay with Will forever, Will wants to stay with her forever, they can literally live forever on the same ship. Why aren't they?

Whatever the Hell Happened to Jack Sparrow

Imagine creating a character that is so iconic whenever you ask a person who was a kid in the early 2000 to imagine a pirate, they imagine said character.

Now imagine fourteen years pass and you decide to ruin that character by making him the most hideous, annoying, idiotic person in the whole saga, and we're talking about a saga that has Philip the Missionary in it. Why? Jack Sparrow is THE anti-hero. Never on the right side, but never on the wrong one. You can tell he's doing something morally questionable, but you still find yourself rooting for him. He's stupid enough to make you laugh, but he's secretly clever enough to always get away with it. Now he's just... drunk. And that's not even an excuse for this horrendous new characterization, because he was always drunk. The guy FORGOT HE WAS ROBBING A BANK, the same guy just one movie earlier was able to escape from the King of England's palace and steal a lady's earring (by pretending to be a literal slut) in the process. He just switched from the iconic drunk bi bestie everyone loves to my cringe uncle that drinks too much at Christmas parties and makes everyone uncomfortable. Please, if the risk is ruining an entire generation's beloved character, either don't make the movie or find a better explanation than "Bad luck dogs you day and night".

The Pearl in The Bottle

So... what you're telling me is that Jack Sparrow, the guy who was able to defeat Hector Barbossa, Davy Jones and Blackbeard thanks to his slyness, and who loves his Black Pearl more than anything else in the world, had said ship in a bottle in his pockets for FIVE YEARS... and he never thought about breaking the bottle to free Her. That's what you're telling me. This is the pivotal point upon which the entire Jack's plot hinges. I... I don't even know what to say. Was this supposed to be funny?

What an Incredibly Lucky Coincidence

A guy needs a treasure to save his father. To find it, he needs the help of a notorious and legendary pirate. He looks for him everywhere, sailing on dozens of ships just so he has the remote chance to stumble across the pirate. The last ship he's been on has sinked, he's the only survivor. He's been found in the middle of the ocean and someone brought him to the nearest city. Which city? I mean, the one that has both the pirate he was looking for and a lady who's the only person in the whole planet who's able to find the treasure he was looking for! And, oh my... he finds the both of them! In that same city! Without even LOOKING FOR THEM! A hell of a coincidence, if you ask me. Also known as lazy writing.

What's Wrong With the Guards?

Now, I know Pirates of the Caribbean isn't exactly known for its accurate historical reconstructions, but why are the guards in this movie acting like they're some sort of hellhounds ready to kill anyone in sight? Even pirates and traitors as Jack and Henry were supposed to stand trial before being sentenced to death. It would've probably been an unjust and barbaric trial, but there should've been one. We literally saw it, in the previous movie. Why's Jack been sentenced to death for simply existing here? He gave pirate vibes and they decided that was enough?

Paul McCartney

This is not an actual point of the analysis, I just wanted to remind people that Paul McCartney is in this movie and that's the only valid reason to watch it.

Salazar

I am confused. Once again, I have questions.

El Matador Del Mar was so good at his job he had almost defeated piracy. "The last ones joined together to try and defeat me". The last what? Pirates? There were no pirates left? This happened when Jack was young, so a lot of time before the first movie, right? Where were, I don't know... Blackbeard? Davy Jones? Barbossa? All the other Pirate Lords? I might be wrong, but I guess Salazar didn't kill them, did he? Why weren't they there during that "last battle" in which "the last ones joined together"?

The Devil's Triangle. I just don't understand what's the logic behind it. So, this is a cursed place. Whoever enters there, can't get out. One would think it means that if you get there, you die; and Salazar does die, but he somehow also becomes a ghost whose only purpose is to find Jack Sparrow and have his revenge. So, do people become ghosts when they get in The Devil's Triangle? We have to assume people have gotten stuck in there before; otherwise, there wouldn't be legends around the place. So why isn't it like full of spirits ready to haunt people? Why are Salazar and his crew the only ones?

Poseidon or Calypso?

What's the Trident of Poseidon? Does Poseidon exist? Isn't Calypso the Goddess of the sea? Breaking the Trident, you break all the curses of the sea, so the Trident must be more powerful than Calypso, which leads to a question. Where is she? She IS the sea, right? So she must have known someone was about to find the Trident and brake all curses, including her one. She just decided it was okay? It really feels like someone decided to suddenly change the world's mythology without giving explanations.

The Compass

This is possibly the most blatant plot hole in the whole saga. Probably the most blatant plot hole I've ever witnessed, and man, I watched all the Harry Potter movies. In Dead Man's Chest, Jack meets Tia Dalma in her "shop" and he tells her he's looking for the Davy Jones' key. She asks him "The compass you bartered from me, it cannot lead you to this?", making another pivotal point of Dead Men Tell No Tales factually senseless.

That man couldn't have given his compass to Jack, because that wasn't his compass.

So either Salazar is lying while telling his tale or they forgot about that line in the second movie. Anyway, let's pretend that line doesn't exist; even if that captain gave Jack his compass in that exact moment, why would it be the key to free Salazar, exactly? How is the compass in any way related to The Devil's Triangle or to Salazar? In the movie, they try to explain it with a sentence: “if you betray it, your greatest fear comes true”. So, is Salazar Jack's greatest fear? I really doesn't seem right, Jack almost didn't remember Salazar when Henry mentioned him. To Jack, he's only a guy he outsmarted decades earlier. Also, Jack technically already gave the compass away, twice: to Elizabeth in Dead Man's Chest, to make her find the chest, and to Beckett in At World's End, when they're negotiating.

That's... That's Just Body Shaming, Mate

Let's talk about her. So, the woman's ugly. It can happen that a woman is ugly. Was it necessary to build an entire scene around some blatant body shaming? This scene wants to mimic the similar scene in Dead Man's Chest: Jack's on an island, running from the main villain, and he's forced to do things he doesn't want to do until someone saves him, then it was Will, now it's Hector.

Except in Dead Man's Chest it was LITERAL CANNIBALISM he was facing, and yet he looked LESS TERRIFIED and DISGUSTED. What's exactly the message here? Lads, is marrying an ugly woman worse than cannibalism? I don't know... that was just bad.

Justice for Hector Barbossa

If you know me (you probably don't, but if you do) then you know about my obsession with Hector Barbossa. I truly believe he's the best written character in the saga, and he's in my top five of the characters I love the most in all media. I watched The Curse of the Black Pearl when I was seven and I am autistic, so I had all the time to develop a literal relationship with these characters in my head. As much as Geoffrey Rush's interpretation was impeccable, as always, it really hurt to watch Hector in this movie. He just doesn't sound like him. First of all, why isn't he on the Queen Anne's Revenge? Why's he letting someone else sail around on his ships? He would've never. Why's he just sitting on a throne and shooting musicians instead of, I don't know... being a pirate? Being a pirate is the only thing that matters to him. He says it at the end of On Stranger Tides, and he even says it in this movie, to the witch. "I'm a pirate. Always will be".

So, why isn't he pirating? What happened to him? And what about the pact with the witch? He made her curse all his enemies; that's honestly the most out-of-character thing he could've done.

Seriously, watch this movie, and then The Curse of the Black Pearl and tell me he sounds like he's the same character. Then there’s his death... was it necessary? And I don't mean if it was necessary to the plot (it wasn't), but the way he died, did it make sense? He takes the sword and sacrifices himself to kill Salazar, but WHY? Salazar was back a mortal. They could've brought him to surface and then shoot him. What was the point of his death, Disney? I will never forgive you.

I would've preferred if they never showed him again. He's alive and living his best life in Tortuga, if you ask me.

How does Carina Smyth exist?

Let's do the math. Carina Smyth has approximately the same age as Henry Turner, who was born around nine moths after the end of At World's End. At the end of that movie, Barbossa once again stole the Black Pearl (he's iconic we stan a legend), so we have to assume it is during that time (between the At World's End and On Stranger Tides) that he conceives Carina. He stays with this woman during the whole pregnancy, bacause he says he was there when she died. So nine months, at least, right? Except; Jack makes it clear that he and Barbossa met Carina's mom, Margaret, together.

When, exactly, did this happen? It can't be between On Stranger Tides and Dead Men Tell No Tales, because Hector himself says only five years passed between the two, and Carina doesn't look like a five-year-old;

it can't be between At World's End and On Stranger Tides, because we know Jack and Barbossa weren't together, and Hector was too busy losing a leg and planning his revenge by working for the King of England; it can't be during At World's End, because Barbossa was too busy rescuing Jack and then slaying (literally and metaphorically) Beckett's men to save piracy; it can't be during Dead Man's Chest, because he was dead; it can't be during The Curse of the Black Pearl, nor during the ten years before it, because he was... he was a skeleton, I hardly believe he could reproduce, despite what’s written in some fanficions; it can't be before, of course, because Carina would be too old. The only chance, but it's a stretch, is that Hector and Jack met this Margaret Smyth years and years before, and that at a certain point (while he was still busy slaying, losing a leg or planning his revenge), for some reason he decided to come back to her and accidentally had a daughter. That would mean that Jack remembered Margaret Smyth's name DECADES after he met her.

The Post-Credit Scene: What?

WHY'S DAVY JONES BACK? The Trident technically broke all the curses of the sea. He is THE cursed man of the sea. AND HE'S DEAD. The only answer I was able to give me, is that the moment the Trident broke the curses, the curse that said if you stab his heart he dies was also broken, so he technically didn't die, but it makes even less sense, because if the curses just aren't real anymore, then a man shouldn't be able to... carve out his heart and put it in a chest, right? (Which by the way, makes Will Turner being alive senseless as well). Even if so, Davy should've come back as a human.

My conclusion is that this movie should not exist, and we, as a community, should pretend it was never made. Hector is alive. Bye.

Imago

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dizzeeflower · 2 years

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I guarantee you there is one manifestation of disability that almost everyone on this planet has actively laughed at and made fun of. yes, even you

can you guess what it is?

it's something there are constant gags about in media, something people mention in passing as a joke

something that if it presented itself in a public space i guarantee in most situations would be openly and loudly mocked (and if not humour, most people would at least express disgust)

don't believe me, do you?

✨ incontinence ✨

yep, it's incontinence. (get your giggles out now folks)

I am partially incontinent due to a fun cocktail of mental and physical disabilities and i know for a fact this is where people will stop reading, have a little laugh, and move on thinking this isn't worth the read anymore

but please, if you want to be a true disability ally, stick around and listen.

5% of the world population is estimated to be incontinent to some degree. 1 in 20 people (and no, that is not just elderly people)

so yea when you're in the grocery store, or at the gay bar, or seeing your college theatre's rendition of Grease - chances are there's a good handful of people in the crowd who struggle with incontinence.

it might be just someone who has minimal stress incontinence - something very common in people who have been pregnant - or someone who has adhd and forgets to go to the bathroom, missing the cues from their body that they are desperate, or yea it could be the 85 yr old grandma who wears diapers.

the point is, all of these people deserve respect for their bodies. everyone does. and this includes bodies that malfunction sometimes.

'omg thats so funny im gonna pee myself' 'reddit boys can go piss in ur little baby diapers' - great comeback bestie, but can we move on from them now? im gonna be honest these don't offend me personally, but it's worth being aware of where the humour of these comments comes from. its rooted in ableism

but something that does offend me and something that genuinely triggers me to have panic attacks and can push me into an anxious depressive state for days at a time, is when a character wetting themself is used as the butt of a joke on screen.

i'm thinking season one of stranger things. yeah, most of us know the scene right? when eleven forces a bully to pee his pants in front of the whole school? yep, triggers my ptsd right good that one does. and my siblings ptsd. and im sure many many many more ppl with incontinence (or even ppl without it who had the unfortunate experience of an accident in school)

if you found it funny, i dont care at this point. keep doing you. i dont blame you, okay? but i just want to ask that you reconsider WHY you laughed. 'because he pissed himself' okay but WHY is that funny? 'older kids and adults arent supposed to piss themselves' yea well it happens sometimes to most people at least once, and to 1 in 20 people much more often than that. so WHY is that funny?

keep asking why why why... and if in the end you can't think of WHY, then maybe there isnt a reason for you to laugh at it except that you've been taught to by osmosis. because everyone else laughs

dont give up here, because this is where i want you to really think. is it worth it?

is it worth laughing at something just because everyone else is, and risk 5% of the population going into a self conscious spiral, a panic attack because of your mocking, making them think they will never be accepted?

obviously u making a "im gonna piss myself" comment while laughing does not put 1 in 20 ppl into a panic attack, but u get where im coming from now i hope

so if you're still reading, im guessing you want to reconsider some of your behaviours and comments about this subject. thank you! now that you've realised where these jokes are rooted, you're going to start noticing a lot more often just how much this disability is mocked in society.

but what else can you do to help?

consider sticking up for us because understandably incontinent people dont tend to stick up for themselves lest it out us as incontinent. because admitting that is still met with laughter and disgust. help us jumpstart the incontinence acceptance by speaking up for the silent minority whenever an incontinence joke comes up in class/family gatherings/general conversation (this is my opinion, any other incontinent folks are v welcome to challenge this if u would rather ppl didnt for whatever reason!)

another thing you can do is - you won't like this - dont call ppl disgusting for buying adult diapers with silly animal characters on. unpopular opinion here on tumblr dot com, i know

but listen: incontinence products are disability aids! pullups, incontinence pads/pants, adult diapers, these are all disability aids. not products of k!nk, not things to snigger at in the pharmacy.

and would you complain about someone putting hello kitty stickers on their walking cane? would you think it gross for someone to doodle little stars and affirmations on their wheelchair armrest? is it wrong if someone wants pink hearing aids instead of a nude coloured ones? no?

then don't laugh if someone wants lil hearts on their pullups, and don't fake gag if you happen to see purple patterned adult diapers on ur dash. sometimes humans just like to decorate their bodies and extensions of their bodies. this is just that. and lets be real, plain white nappies just aren't the vibe sometimes

~ while we're at it, ppl with stoma bags are beautiful and deserve to wear whatever they want to feel comfortable and handsome as hell 😘 ~

and let me address the elephant in the room. yeah, some people have a f3tish for this stuff (just like anything can be made into a f3tish). whatever. if ur against that stuff then idc pls dont talk abt it in the tags and comments. anyway it is NOT an excuse to find actual disabled ppl disgusting for needing these aids.

and heres the funny thing: you usually can't tell if someone uses diapers for a f3tish or for their disability, or possibly both!

so you're gonna have to not attack random ppl on the internet bc you don't know what their life is like (what a shocking new hot take)

if a 46 yr old balding man with a beer belly and chest hair who isn't visibly disabled mentions he uses diapers, don't assume he's a creep and its a k!nk. it might be, sure, but it might be a condition or disability that you have no right to comment on or judge him for.

so if youre squicked by it just block and move on, don't send anon hate, dont make a post about how these types of people make you sick. you might just lose a valued mutual who was secretly incontinent and thinks you hate them for it now (whether this is right or wrong, its often how these things come across)

(btw if anyone fuckin talks abt k!nk on this post im going to scream directly in ur ear :) make ur own posts and don't bring any f3tish discussion onto mine)

had to get that out of the way unfortunately because this is a condition that is so unfortunately overrepresented by the f3tish side. i wouldnt have to talk abt k!nk on many other posts about disabilty aids but this one unfortunately was necessary

it's exhausting

imagine having a disability that requires aids thats almost EVERYONE winces at, laughs at, mocks loudly. and then to come on tumblr, the place that is meant to be full of acceptance from strangers in similar circumstances, queer and disabled and poc - but the moment your aid is brought up in discussion its seen as something disgusting and the property of freaks and creeps and people who are evil and want to do children harm

it's exhausting, like i said

i dont have much else to add honestly, im shit at writing cohesive posts (especially when im physically shaking with anxiety bc woohoo announcing to possibly thousands of ppl that im incontinent) but if anything i just hope you will question yourself if you laugh at this stuff in future

im going to go back into my little anxiety hibernation hole and never open up about this condition again ✌🏼

as for the incontinent population, we’re pretty silent about this condition so it’s easy to forget abt us. but please just keep us in mind and stick up for us when u can

— for clarity: incontinence is not ALWAYS a disability, it is a condition that can affect ppl on a sliding scale. for some it is a mild inconvenience, for some it severely impacts daily life. for some it is the only physical condition their body experiences, for some it is a symptom of a predetermined mental or physical disability such as generalized anxiety disorder or paraplegia. whether or not it is considered a disability, acceptance of ALL incontinence is a good step to eradicating this source of ableism —

no one has to reblog this but pls consider it if this has opened ur eyes a lil and u wanna open some more

#watch this get 8% of the notes my autism acceptance post got (:#thats generous tbh maybe more like 0.5% lol #my post #disability acceptance #disability positivity #incontinence #incontinence positivity #incontinence acceptance #ableism mention

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ghouljams · 10 months

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In the post where Liebling gets asked to be the godmother, you have a tag that says Konig wouldn't have hurt her but he would have scared her so I'm kind of curious, what would the big guy have done exactly? The guy adores her but I can't help but wonder

I really meant he'll scare her in direct reflection of his actions in the ficlet. That he wouldn't have done anything to hurt her in that moment but he did scare her. That's one of the reasons Love was so watchful of him after that, looking out for her bestie.

I've actually gotten multiple asks about that ficlet. I didn't know it would be so worthy of further interrogation lol. So I'm gonna answer a couple of them under the cut.

Why does König blame Liebling/Why is he mad at Liebling when he didn't want the seed either?

This is a tricky one because it's sort of hard to answer without really hitting König's emotions in that moment and without looking at how he's sort of changed through his relationship with his Darling. The TL;DR is that he was hit very suddenly with the idea that Liebling might not care as much about their relationship as he does. If there are things in their shared home that Love can take, it's because they're not important to them. So he sort of had a really big leap in logic. Ghost had to remind him that he also didn't want the seed and that there was no way of knowing what it would grow into, so they made a smart choice. Weirdly enough I think König trusts Ghost to some extent, so this helped.

Why does Ghost have the Cabbage if he's talking to König, isn't that dangerous?

What's König gonna do? Take her? And risk getting ripped apart by two very aggressive fae/fae-touched parents? And getting in trouble with Liebling? The cabbage is always safe with Ghost don't worry.

If I was Liebling I would ward the fuck out of my house after this.

Yeah she, uh, she does. König scared her and that's a no-go for her. That wasn't fun fear, that was "I'm maybe going to have a decision taken from me" fear. I think Liebling has a lot of well founded but serious anxiety around having children, and it's sort of weird trying to navigate that around König's breeding kink.

I sort of never planned on Liebling and König having kids, in my mind Liebling is (God how do I put this) too immature? I think the idea of having a family scares her in a very "I have more life to live before then" way. This got away from me.

#ghoul speaks #fae au #König scaring his darling when he doesn't mean to is a tradition #weird that I 100% knew Love could be a mom but I don't think Liebling is really ready for that #of the two Liebling is definitely more responsible #Hold on I gotta put this bitch in some therapy #Her sense of self is completely screwed up from bad relationships #she feels a lot younger in her mind than she actually is #oc: Liebling #fae!König

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domesticated-feral · 8 months

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small town AU where:

Scott and Melissa moved there after losing the house during the divorce and she's working at the rural clinic while he's working under Dr. Deaton.

Stiles is still the kid of a sheriff and the sheriff's department takes care of beacon hills as well as the surrounding other small towns in the county :)

Four words, Livestock Veterinarian Alan Deaton! Four more bonus words Livestock Veterinary Assistant Scott!!! A bunch of more words Deaton and Scott with cute little baby farm animals!!!!!!!!

(if i truly had the energy to do so, i would love to continue writing my livestock vet Scott + farmhand Stiles fic, but that's a different AU)

Derek Hale is a city kid turned farmhand on an old man's farm (the old man in question is Elias, Stiles' grandfather)(and to the question why is Stiles or his father working at the farm is because 1. Elias lets his son work as a sheriff because whatever and 2. Stiles is a walking disaster no way is he letting that boy in charge of farm chores nuh uh not even on a lazy almost fall summer day where there's not much than the usual morning feeding also 3. Derek was only hired after Elias accepted that he was not as young and capable as he used to be and Noah and Stiles put themselves in charge of finding a farmhand)(Derek was the only one to send in a reply to their job ad) and the farm primarily raises sheep for meat and wool but I'd like to think that after Derek started working there a few years back he'd regularly add in new animals every summer or so. Sometimes he'd raise poultry, sometimes it's a small drove of pigs, sometimes it's not even animals but just a crop of pumpkins and squash and tomatoes and cucumbers!!

Derek loves the sheep. He's a shepherd through and through.

Jackson is not a whittemore but a miller, except his parents just died a bit later into his life and he lives with the whittemores on their large scale hay farm where there's an added bonus (to me)! h o r s e s !!!!

(all of this is just a way for me to write my fav characters interacting with my longest running obsession of all time, horses)

Lydia's mother owns the town's bistro/bar, her father owns the lodge built next to it. It used to be a whole business but it split with the divorce but there's still the whole B&B package deal to this day as it's wayyyyy too popular to risk losing business by stopping it.

Allison moved there pretty recently and the guns business her family owns fits in pretty well with the need for safety of the farmer and their livestock from predators and also for the wild game hunters in the late summer through fall hunting season.

Scott and Lydia bonding over being two kids from a divorced family. Scott and Lydia bonding over having pet dogs (Roxy is alive and Prada and her are absolute besties). Scott and Lydia being partners in science projects. Scott and Lydia spending wayy too long staring into each others eyes than how much friends would. Scott and Lydia realizing they want to be more than friends.

Stiles spouting off cool animal facts that Scott 100% already knew but acts like he didn't because both of them are stupidly in love with each other.

Scott meeting Derek when on the job. He can't help but crush over Derek and his enthusiasm over regenerative agricultural practices.

Jackson trying to impress Scott and Stiles by trotting up and down the main street on his horse. (I live laugh love by my Scott/Stiles/Jackson agenda) He also gets his dad to bring his horse over to school so he can just ride on it back home, in hopes of impressing Scott and Stiles but Scott is too invested in Stiles animal facts that they only way Jackson really has a chance was when Scott came over with Deaton for an emergency check up on a rogue cow on their property that was limping bad. Jackson straight up embarasses himself because he's a loser :P but Scott finds the attempt endearing and asks if he'd want to hang out with him and Stiles. It's the beginning of a slippery slope of 'Oh. Oh.' realizations for the three of them.

Scott and Allison meeting each other at the bistro and it starts a blossoming relationship that tugs at the heartstrings. It's cute little notes during class and hanging out at the bistro over hot chocolate even on hot days and going over to each others house to watch TV to cuddle under the same blanket and quick glances at each other and it's so goshdarn cute.

BASICALLY, SCOTT/EVERYONE because I can't choose which ship to go with this au because Scott DESERVES everyone and everyones ALSO DESERVES Scott :D

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atopvisenyashill · 30 days

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How do you think the Dance would play out if Alicent only had girls?

oo okay.

so wrt show canon, the thing is, if alicent is having girls, rhaenyra isn’t going to be as put off by her, and otto has less reason to drive a wedge between them, because there's no alternative heir to rhaenyra. that whole “cleaving to rhaenyra” thing becomes interesting because like - what if alicent just cleaves to rhaenyra in this scenario? why wouldn't she, if she never has a son? even in the complex canon that exists, things briefly thaw between them twice so i do imagine that becomes much more likely if alicent isn't literally giving birth to rhaenyra's rival and rhaenyra can allow herself to get excited about having sisters.

and if things are thawing faster, and more permanently, they're both likely to notice a few deranged things about the other's life - namely that otto is pushing alicent to have a boy to ~secure the line of succession (remember how protective rhaenyra was over aemma) and the real reason rhaenyra blows off her tour (none of those guys are supporting her claim bc they expect alicent to have a son, and viserys isn't actually going to let rhaenyra marry whoever the fuck she wants). we see in canon that alicent can be perceptive when it comes to the viserys/rhaenyra relationship (i have a whole essay about how alicent plays up the daughter substitute thing here to get through to viserys - i think she’s very aware that she’s not just a substitute for aemma, but for rhaenyra as well to viserys, and it’s why she talks to him the way she does. but anyways) and I think it's possible she tries to help the way she does in the stepstones - she sees rhaenyra struggling to voice a contrary opinion to viserys bc rhaenyra feels she’s on shaky ground, she notices people putting rhaenyra down to her & defends her, then talks to viserys about it later.

when the daemon/criston/rhaenyra thing happens, firstly, i do imagine otto is approaching it differently. not so much tattling as “we made rhaenyra heir to cut daemon out of the line of succession, we can’t let rhaenyra be corrupted by him now” and i think that’s an argument viserys would be less pissed off by, perhaps even one he'd agree with. i’m not sure how this affects cole. because i think alicent comes around to the idea that her father is right, daemon can’t be on the throne, and tries to set herself up as Rhaenyra's Otto - the advisor she needs, the advisor she relies on against all sense.

i think i struggle with seeing this past rhaenyra's marriage though because i firmly think alicent would situate herself as being Official Bestie once again, but Alicent is going to be angry if Rhaenyra doesn't have Laenor's kid because she's hitching her horse to rhaenyra's cart here BUT at the same time, having a Lady Influence - no matter who it is - is helpful here no matter what because if Rhaenyra has someone to say "well what am I supposed to do here, he can't stay hard ever and he cries constantly" she might get some actually good advice but i also feel if rhaenyra is less isolated, does she even turn to criston when she's abandoned by daemon? is she even as close to criston if she still has alicent? are alicent and criston close bc he's always with rhaenyra, and does that mean rhaenyra doesn't risk alicent finding out, and just goes straight to harwin over criston when she's horny? i mean hell does she go to alicent lmao anyways, i think having two daughters in a row makes alicent and otto more likely to just continue to back rhaenyra, and rhaenyra is in a better spot when she arrives at her marriage if a more personally stressful one?

books wise....my real answer is "fuck if i know" sorry about that lakjdfslkjd the thing is, alicent and rhaenyra's relationship obviously sours so quickly because alicent expects her son to be named heir and rhaenyra doesn't appreciate that noise. i think book rhaenyra might very well notice that alicent is desperate to have a boy, and still sours on her, and i think book alicent is still likely to see rhaenyra first and foremost as a rival. i can't see book alicent trying to reach out to rhaenyra, even when she has nothing but daughters. but! can a rival party form when alicent has no male heir? the only rival atp is daemon and the small council explicitly hate his ass. i think the real issue comes when jacaerys and daeron are born, and viserys wants to encourage friendliness between alicent and rhaenyra by bethrothing them. this betrothal is a good idea and yet I can't see either woman going for it even in this scenario. i think this is a world where alicent is much more upset and paranoid, and probably rhaenyra is politically better off but much more shitty about it, which will turn the hightowers/targtowers off but also might gain her more allies.

#asks #riana one

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ishouldsleepbut · 2 months

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1, 20 and 29 for the music asks :)

have a fabulous day bestie <3

this was so fun to do so thank you thank you thank you for asking it!!! fair warning, my answer to the second one is pretty long. so proceed at your own risk and have a fabulous day/night as well <333

1. the red means i love you by mads buckley (1): this is the only song i consistently like with a color in the name and it was so hard to find T-T

2. deep breaths by sushi soucy (20): i have a lot of feelings about this song. basically, it's about this boy and he can't breathe. and no matter what anyone tells him or what he does, it doesn't get fixed. he still can't breathe and he ends up running away. for me, this song has two meanings: one relating to gender and the other to gifted kid syndrome stuff. for the gender part, it's all about how this kid is growing up in a world where everyone expects him to do this one "simple" thing. it's natural for everyone else, so why can't he do it? and except for breathing, he can do everything else fine. but people are only fixated on how he can't breathe. it's very real in the sense that if you're not cis, people will fixate on your gender like it's the most important thing and forget about everything else you do that isn't defined by that. also, it talks about how there's something wrong with his chest and maybe his lungs are "too big" or "too small". that has something to do with gender dysphoria, i think. i'm not really sure. as for the gifted kid part, it speaks about how eventually, "smart" kids (like moi) hit a wall where we can't just pass just on our own. we have to study, we have to put in effort. and most of us never learned how to do that since it came so easily. but now we have to and we can't deal with all that pressure and it quite literally feels like we can't breathe. yet everyone around us is still staring, expecting us to continuously and consistently keep reaching that high standard. we should able to breathe. we've done it before. but we can't.

3. can't help falling in love by elvis presley and ho hey by the lumineers (29): the first one is actually the lullaby that my parents used to sing to my sister when she was younger. they call it "her song" which i think is really cute and every time i hear it, i think of her. the second one is the one they would sing to me. though, i remember it specifically playing during my baths.

#veero rambles #asks #moots patoots #long post #soulless!!!#i'm so sorry this took so long #depression is a bitch #but we're feeling better tonight #so gracias for waiting #love you mwah

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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Little Kitty - Part 1 // Babe Heffron x Reader

Summary: When Babe was sent to Easy Company, they were stationed in Aldbourne. At home, he had a girl and everything - but just as they are about to jump, she dumps him. Babe doesn't really care cause she wasn't really interesting. But what happens if he meets THE girl.

Warnings: Language, War, Drinking, Fluffy SMUT

A/N: Okay, so this is for my bestie @liebgotts-lovergirl!! Thank you so much for inspiring and encouraging me! Thanks to her, that lovely person, I had an idea for a Babe Heffron (that Cutie-Pie) Story (which we don't have enough of either). Hope you like it, Honey!

July 18, 1944 - Aldbourne, England

"God dammit," Babe grumbles as he lowers the letter he has just received. He lets his gaze slide to the floor and runs the words he read through his head again. "What's up, Babe?" he hears his friend Bill ask. He lifts his gaze again and looks at him before holding up the letter. "I kind of suspected it," he adds, holding out the letter to Bill. The latter reads through it briefly before crumpling it and tossing it away. "Oh, come on... She wasn't the one if she's that fast and loose if you know what I mean." Bill puts a hand on Babe's shoulder and pushes him toward the plane.

They are currently standing on the airfield waiting for the order to board the planes. Of course, Babe received the letter at that exact moment. "Forget about her," Bill adds. As they stand next to their plane, Babe falters. "You've got to be kidding me!" Bill follows his friend's gaze and can't suppress a laugh. Someone has painted a pinup girl on the side of the plane and named it 'Darlin'-Doris' of all things. "Now that's what I call irony," Bill is still laughing, but Babe isn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Okay, listen up!" They suddenly hear Winters call out. "Easy company! Gather around me," he continues to shout. The two Philly boys line up as well. "The mission has been canceled! We're moving back to Aldbourne." Annoyed groans break out among the men. "Fourth fucking time they've canceled this shit!" curses Joe Toye, trudging past Bill and Babe. Bill, however, wears a grin on his face. "Well, there's one benefit to it," he says, patting Babe on the shoulder again. "There's no risk now that you'll be in Doris again." Bill laughs his typical laugh, and Babe can't help grinning, either.

By evening, the company is already back in Aldbourne. Of course, everyone wanted to go to the pub as soon as they returned, including Babe, Johnny Julian, and J.D. Henderson. It's a lot easier for Babe as a replacement since Bill took him in right away, but Johnny and J.D. have yet to prove themselves.

Babe is so not in the mood that night. The letter from Doris is still buzzing around in his head, so he says goodbye to the others relatively early to go home.

So now, Babe strolls through the streets of Aldbourne. He is in no hurry to get home, but he can't stay in the pub either. Then, he stops abruptly when he spots a group of young people across the street. There you stand. So beautiful in your summer dress. The Y/H/C hair was perfectly coiffed, and the make-up was applied just right. Not too much, but not too little, either. Babe can't help but stare at you. He takes a step on the street in your direction as if remote-controlled, but then immediately stops again. 'What am I doing,' he thinks to himself, 'Have you checked her out, Heffron? She is so out of your league. Besides, surrounded by friends.' Babe is still staring at you before he sighs dreamily.

It seems you and your friends are on your way to the pub. Babe has stopped, looks after you, and thinks about going to the pub again to meet you 'by chance.' Uncertainly Babe looks at you again and again and again in the direction where the family lives with whom he is accommodated.

However, something happens to make his decision easier when he looks back at you. A little stray kitten brushes against your legs, and you can't resist kneeling to pet it. The little kitten hops onto the stairs of a store, and you follow it. When it lies down and stretches out its belly to you, you have to smile before you continue petting it. Your friends have already moved on without noticing that you have stopped.

For Babe, it's a sign. He sees himself in his mind's eye, playing with the stray kittens in the streets of South Philly over and over again, bringing them food when they had something to spare themselves.

In his thoughts, Babe didn't even notice that he crossed the street quickly and now stopped two meters away from you. It seems as if you magically attract him. His mouth stays open when you look up, and he looks into your Y/E/C eyes. You smile at the sight of him and turn to face him. "Hello," you say kindly, snapping Babe out of his thoughts. "Can I help you?" you continue to ask, and he scratches the back of his head uncertainly. "I uh..." he stammers. You smirk at his awkwardness and take a step toward him. "Hey, Y/N! You coming?" Your friends shout who have now finally noticed that you've been lagging. "You guys go ahead. I'll be right behind," you call back, then turn back to Babe.

"I uh... I was wondering if you... If I could buy you a drink?" he finally asks. You smile softly at him before biting your lips briefly. "I don't know," you then say. "I was taught that I shouldn't accompany strangers." Amusement resonates in your voice. Babe looks at you for a second before briefly wiping his sweaty hands on his uniform and then holding his hand to you. "Jesus. Sorry about that. I uh. Edward Heffron, but everyone calls me Babe," he says. You laugh out loud and take his hand. "Babe?" you ask, amused, and he shrugs. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." "Pretty name," Babe says, still shaking your hand until he sees your raised eyebrow and pulls his hand back.

"Sorry," he then stammers. You're making him nervous, something that doesn't usually happen to him so quickly. Babe knows he can be a little awkward sometimes when it comes to women, but most of the time, he put on a mask, and then it kind of worked out.

You eye Babe for a moment. He's very handsome, and you find his awkward, almost scatterbrained manner totally cute as well. "I'd love to have a drink with you," you finally say, and Babe exhales in relief. Then he smiles and holds his arm for you to hook up. You take his arm, and he leads you to the pub.

Outside the door, he opens it for you and lets you enter. "Thank you," you say with a smile. Babe is still smiling broadly at you. Then you both look around for a table. It's pretty crowded, but that doesn't surprise either of you. Since the soldiers have been here, you know they keep crowding the pubs, and Babe was just here.

"Babe? I thought you were leaving..." you both then hear a voice. Babe immediately turns around and spots Johnny right away. "Johnny... Yeah, I made it too," Babe directly interrupts him, and Johnny looks at him in irritation. When Babe barely notices him pointing his head over, Johnny quickly catches on. "Ah, nice," he says, smiling briefly at you. "John Julian," he says and politely sticks his hand out to you. "Y/N Y/L/N," you say back politely as well. "I'll see you later, Babe," Johnny says, giving Babe a quick pat on the shoulder.

When Babe finally spots a free table, he leads you over to it. He pulls your chair back for you to sit down. "What can I get you?" Babe asks you with a smile. "A cider, please." "Coming right up," he says, walking to the bar. You watch him go, smiling. You put a hand to your lip, wondering if it's a smart idea to get involved with an American soldier. On top of that, a soldier who is going off to war and may never return.

When Babe returns, you thank him with a smile. You clink glasses and take a sip. "And you're from here?" Babe asks, and you nod. "Born and raised. Where are you from? Aside from the obvious." Babe smiles. "East Coast, South Philadelphia," he says. You're still talking a little about each other, your families, and your friends when another soldier with a heavy accent sits at your table. "Hey, Heffron, what's up? I thought you were leaving?" he asks as his eyes fall on you. "Oh, who do we have here?" Babe sighs. "Bill, this is Y/N," Babe introduces you. "Y/N, this here is Bill Guarnere. He's from Philly as well." You nod knowingly and smile.

"Doris, who?" Bill whispers in Babe's ear, then grins at him. Doris. She hasn't even crossed Babe's mind since he spotted you.

Bill, Babe, and you sit at the table for a while longer, drinking and talking. You laugh a lot that night. Babe and Bill are a decidedly amusing duo; you must hand it to them. Bill quickly notices that Babe is very fond of you because he catches his friend looking at you repeatedly. And with a very meaningful look.

"Hey, Mick, when will you ask the pretty lady to dance?" Bill then asks and nudges Babe. He looks at his friend, startled at first, but then turns to you. "Um..." he stammers, but you're already standing up. "Come on," you say, taking his hand before dragging him onto the dance floor. He takes your hand in his and begins to lead you. You quickly realize that this is something he is very good at. Babe leads you across the dance floor and twirls you around. Laughing, you let him do it, and whenever he pulls you back against his chest, an exciting feeling spreads through you.

When the song is over, you both applaud, and the band plays something slower. Babe looks you in the eye, and you smile encouragingly at him. So he takes you by the hand again, puts one against the small of your back, and pulls you toward him. Your faces are only inches apart as you slowly move to the rhythm of the music. You look into each other's eyes as you do so. Babe notices his heart starting to beat faster. God, you just knock his socks off.

When this song is over, you sit back down with Bill, who is now in the company of Joe Toye, George Luz, and Buck Compton. Babe introduces you to everyone and then gets you another round.

The evening is winding down, and you notice the alcohol that has flowed today. Slightly tipsy, you let Babe lead you out of the bar. "Can I walk you home?" he asks, and you nod. Again, you hook up with him and point the way.

As the two of you arrive, stumbling slightly at your house, you stop. "Here it is," you say, smiling at him. Babe takes your hands in his and looks at you. "I really had fun tonight," he says. "Me too." "Can I see you again?" You bite your lips for a moment, then smile softly at him. "I'd like that." "That... That's good." For a moment, you both stand there looking at each other.

Then Babe hesitantly leans down to you. You close your eyes and then feel his lips softly on yours.

You both break away from each other and look into each other's eyes again. "Very good," Babe says still, which makes you laugh. "Good night Babe," you say, opening the garden gate in front of your house. "Good night, Y/N. I look forward to seeing you again." "Me too." You wave goodbye to him again before disappearing inside the front door.

Babe can hardly believe it. You let him kiss you. And you want to see him again. He's feeling like the luckiest man in the world right now because you're definitely the most incredible woman in the world. At least if he has his way. Happily, Babe walks home down the street. Bill was right: Doris, who?

You and Babe met a few times after that. You went dancing often and had fun together. You also became very good friends with Bill and quickly realized he was someone to joke around with.

September 13, 1944 - Aldbourne, England

That evening you are back at the pub. After some dancing, Babe plays a round of darts with his people, and you sit at a table with your friends. "I'm going to head home," you say as you realize you're starting to get pretty tired. "What, already?" asks Mary, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, I'm tired." "Don't forget to say goodbye to your cavalier," Lisa says with a wink, and I nudge her. "Goodbye? Knowing dear Babe, he won't let her go alone anyway," now Mary laughs again. "Can you stop that?" you ask, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "What? It's just the truth." You wave it off with a laugh, then walk over to Babe.

"Hey," he says immediately, kissing you on the cheek. "Hey. I'm heading home," you say, smiling gently at him. "Okay, I'll be ready in a minute. Just one more shot," Babe says directly, and you realize that your friends are right. Babe would never let you go alone. You watch him throw the last dart and then turn back to you. "All right, we're good to go," he says, and you wave goodbye to Bill and Joe. "Bye, Y/N. And behave, Babe!", Bill calls after you.

As you walk along the curb, Babe takes your hand in his. You smile at him from the side, and adrenaline surges through you. He has this effect on you, and you on him.

Arriving at your house, you stop. "Thanks for bringing me home, Babe," you say with a smile before wrapping your arms around his neck and gently kissing him. Babe returns the kiss immediately, pulling you closer to him by your hips. "The last few weeks with you have been the greatest, Y/N," Babe whispers against your lips as you pull away from each other. "You could almost forget why we're here."

You look into his eyes, and a small wave of sadness washes over you. You realize that it could be time for him to leave you any day. That they're going to war. "Do you want to come inside?" you ask then, surprised yourself at your question, but it just came out of your lips. Also slightly surprised, Babe looks at you. You swallow nervously and lower your gaze. "I'd love to," he says, and you look at him again. Then you open the door and let him in. "My parents are visiting my Aunt Bethany in Eddington," you say, turning on the light in the entryway.

Babe looks around for a moment and then smiles back at you before you lead him into the kitchen. "Tea?" you ask, already preparing the pot. "I'd love some," he returns. "We could sit in the garden later if you want. I love that spot," you say as you put on the tea. You startle slightly as Babe hugs you from behind and presses a quick kiss to your neck. "If you love it, then I love it," he whispers, and the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Babe steps away from you again, and you bring the tea, some milk and honey, and two cups outside. Your garden has a small table with two chairs and a small lounge sofa. You sit down, and you pour the tea. "Thanks," Babe says, looking at you again before you sit down next to him. Babe puts an arm around you and pulls you to him. "I already know why you love this spot," he says after a while of silence. You put your head on his shoulder and take a quick look around.

Your parents' garden is large and has many bushes and flowering shrubs. When it's dark outside, you can watch the stars wonderfully.

Babe gently strokes your shoulder and takes your other hand in his. "Y/N... I really enjoy the time with you so much. You are special; I knew that from the first time I saw you on the street. I just had to take you out." The butterflies in your stomach come to life, and you look Babe in the eye. He smiles at you, but then the smile on his face slowly disappears. You frown at him. "What's wrong?" you ask, "Y/N we... We can't forget why I'm here. They could move us any day." You lower your eyes, and Babe puts a hand on your cheek. "I want to see you again, Y/N. When this is all over, I will come back to you!"

Babe leans forward and kisses you. You return the kiss and then look at him. "I know you have to go. I knew that from the beginning when I accepted your invitation. I didn't think you'd mean so much to me in such a short time, but you do, Babe. And when you return, I'll be here waiting for you." Now it's you kissing him. "We should enjoy our time," you whisper against his lips before carefully climbing onto his lap.

Babe's hands are on your hips, and his thumbs trace tender circles on them. You look down at him from above and smile at him. Then you take his face in your hands. "I'm so glad we met, Babe," you whisper before kissing him.

Babe wraps his arms tighter around you and pulls you closer to him. His tongue runs over your lower lip, and you open your mouth. Tenderly your tongues dance with each other, and you stroke gently through Babe's hair. Without breaking the kiss, you begin to undo the top buttons on his shirt. Suddenly, Babe stops and breaks away from you. He looks at you, smiling softly. "Y/N..." he says, then looks to the side. He seems like he doesn't know how he wants to phrase something. "What's wrong?" you inquire, therefore. "I... If we... If we keep doing this..." he says, pointing at both you and himself before looking down between you.

You quickly understand what he's trying to tell you. You stroke his cheek and smile at him. "It's okay," you say then, and he looks up in surprise. You bite your lip before smiling again. "I want it," you say, and your voice is nothing more than a whisper. You've never gone further with a man than making out. But with Babe, you would go further. "Are you sure?" he asks again, and you nod.

Babe puts a hand on your cheek and kisses you passionately. You feel something stirring inside you. This man is driving you crazy. His hands caress your legs and under your dress before pausing just below your butt. Again you start to undo the buttons on his shirt, but then he suddenly lifts you up. You hold your arms around his neck again as Babe carries you inside. "Upstairs, first door on the right," you whisper to him with a laugh, and Babe takes that way.

Once in your room, he sits you down on the bed so you're still sitting on his lap. When you finally have all his buttons undone, you push his shirt over his shoulders. Tenderly you run your fingers over his shoulders and briefly take his dog tags in your hand. You run your finger over the cold metal before looking Babe in the eye again. Then you carefully stand up and take a step back.

Slowly, you begin to undo the buttons of your dress. Babe watches you with his mouth slightly open, and as you let your dress fall over your shoulders to the floor, the corners of his mouth twitch upward. You're wearing an undergarment and bra, along with stockings, including garters. "You're just beautiful," Babe whispers, now standing up as well. He kisses you tenderly and strokes his fingers over your arms and then your side. Again, Babe lifts you up and gently lays you on the bed.

He spreads soft kisses over your neck, cleavage, and stomach. You begin to tremble with excitement. Babe, however, seems to know what he's doing. Without stopping to continue caressing you, he begins to unzip his pants and then takes them off before kissing you again. You run your fingertips under his undershirt, which he still wears, and push it up until he pulls it over his head. You briefly examine his body. You can see he is trained from all the military training, but on the other hand, he is skinny. Wondering, you run your fingers over his chest, which makes Babe chuckle.

Then it's not long before the last of your clothes land on the floor, too. Your breathing quickens, and you become slightly nervous. It's almost time. Your first time. Babe seems to have read your mind because he tenderly strokes your cheek. "Don't worry. I'll be careful, and if I hurt you in any way or you change your mind, you'll say so, okay?" You smile. How can a man be as sweet as he is? You nod and wince slightly when you suddenly feel his hand on your middle.

Babe smiles at you and then kisses you again as he caresses you with one hand. You tear your eyes open. "Jesus," you breathe, and he can't help but laugh briefly. "You're so sweet, you know that?" he asks, then briefly kisses your nose, making you giggle. Then he continues. Something awakens in your lower body, and your breathing quickens. Babe, meanwhile, kisses your neck and collarbone before he starts nibbling on your earlobe. "Babe," you moan then, but immediately slap your hand over your mouth. "It's okay, darling. I like it when you say my name," Babe says, turning his attention back to your neck.

You can't help but make pleasing sounds at his tender and loving actions. When Babe kisses you again, you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you. "Y/N..." he says, amused. "Come on, Babe, I think I know enough to know that's not all there is to it," you speak with a grin, and Babe is surprised at your boldness. He smiles and then places himself between your legs. You feel him at your entrance and look him in the eyes. "I'll be careful, I promise," he repeats his words from earlier. He reaches between the two of you to place himself more precisely before he carefully begins to thrust into you. You feel him. You can't tell yet how to find the sensation, but the further he penetrates, the more he tenses.

Suddenly, you feel a slight pain. "Ah!" you startle, and Babe immediately pauses in his movement. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" "No, I'm fine," you lie, hoping the pain will disappear. And it does. Babe takes his hand back out from between you and props himself up next to your torso. "You okay?" he asks, and you nod. "Okay." Babe begins to move slightly.

With each movement, the feeling of him inside you becomes more comfortable, if not downright good. Again, your breathing speeds up. The feeling is similar to the one you had earlier, yet it's different. As Babe notices that you seem to be enjoying it, his movements become even faster. You notice that his breathing is also faster and more halting than before. He looks you in the eyes before kissing you passionately again.

After a while of tenderness, Babe props himself off of you again. "Darling, I don't think it'll be much longer," he says, and you nod knowingly at him. Suddenly the muscles on his body tighten, and after a few more thrusts, he gasps before slumping slightly. "Jesus Christ," he says, then looks back at you. He kisses you and then pulls out of you.

Babe is lying on his back, out of breath and sweaty, on your bed. It doesn't take a second, though, and he's got his arms around you and pulling you to him. "That was amazing," he says, and you nod into the crook of his neck. He spreads the blanket over you and then strokes the bare skin on your back. "I meant that, by the way. That what I said. I'll come back to you, Y/N," he says, and you absently draw circles on his chest. "You promise?" you ask, and he gently pushes you away from him to look into your eyes. "I promise you, Y/N. And I promise you something else. When this war is over, I will do everything in my power to marry you." You widen your eyes and open your mouth in surprise. "I love you, Y/N." You immediately begin to smile. Joy, adrenaline, and warmth spreads through you. "I love you too, Babe," you say back and then kiss him stormily.

Babe pulls you back to his chest, and together, lying in each other's arms, you fall asleep.

The following day you are awakened by the sun's rays shining through the window. "Good morning, beautiful," Babe says, kissing you, "Good morning," you say, grinning. "Oh, I could get used to this. Waking up and having the most beautiful woman in the world next to me." You smile and playfully punch him in the shoulder. Then he looks at his watch. "Shit!" he curses, almost rushing out of bed. Quickly, he gets dressed. "Sorry, Y/N. I have to," he says, nearly falling as he tries to put on his pants. You can't help but smirk.

"It's okay," you laugh, standing up and pulling on your robe. "I know you have something to do," you say, straightening his tie. "I love you. Have I told you?" he asks, and you grin before kissing him. "Yeah, but I can't hear it enough." Again you kiss, but then Babe has to leave. "I'll come visit you tonight, beautiful," he calls out as you see him off in your front doorway. Just as he's about to walk out the gate, he looks at you again, turns back, runs up to you, and presses another kiss to your lips. "I love you!" "And I love you," you call after him, and then he's gone.

You smile and grab your lips as you close the door behind you. You can't wait to see him again.

What you don't know, however, is that this afternoon Babe's entire company is being transferred to Upottery, and you won't see him for a long time.

Part 2

#Band of Brothers #Babe Heffron #Babe Heffron x Reader #bobedit #hbowar #hbo series #OneShot #Edward Heffron #Babe Heffron Story #Just for you my bestie!

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Hello! What is your thoughts on meta knight and his relationships with everyone? Who do you think will he get along well and be besties with :00?

Hi! You're gonna get a long one!

First off, wanna mention that i think every specie ages slowly, and won't die unless killed by an outside force (so they can't die of old age, and they won't physically age past a certain point). This means that I will use physical ages to describe characters, rather than actual ages because these guys are all thousands of years old probably (I also think that some species will age through childhood quicker than others).

Okay, so!

Meta Knight is one of my favorite characters, which means I like to give him the most painful hc's I can! First off, he's blind, but he's got a visor in his mask that let's him see (which is why in some of my doodles, he has glasses, they're made of the same material). This was Nightmare's fault, his eyes were normally yellow but turned grey afterwards. At the time, Nightmare also quite literally ripped out his wings. Luckily for the plot amoured circle, the Dimensional Cape works as a prosthetic and can turn into his wings (He can actually use magic to maintain his 'wings' while he's not wearing the cape, but it's very limited and will hurt a LOT afterwards, so he doesn't do that often).

Alright, so hears everyone I can think of and Meta's relationship with them!

Kirby - Initially, Meta Knight refused to see him as anything more than a child who needed to learn. He was afraid of getting attached. He didn't want to lose anything else. However, this failed, and he ended up seeing Kirby as a son, going as far as to call him one. He cares for him enough to probably destroy the entire town in order to keep him safe, and is obscenely grateful that Kirby can hold his own for the most part.

Tiff - Initially, some kid who he avoided because she asked too many question and he didn't want to risk her figuring anything out since she tends to hyperanalyze random things while dismissing others. After Kirby's arrival, he sort of has to be around her, so he tries to keep himself emotionally distant. But he's bad at that, so he ended up seeing her in the same light a parent would their daughter, although he'll deny it. He finds it difficult to remember that she's still pretty much a 10 year old child given she's incredibly smart for her age. He teases her about Kine because, quite frankly, he finds it hilarious.

Tuff - He was a little easier to stay distant from. Meta Knight didn't have an opinion one way or the other about him before Kirby arrived, and usually only saw him or his sister if they were getting involved with Dedede in case they were about to get killed. Afterwards, he also sees him like a son. He's got adoption issues lmao. He's aware that Tuff is kinda stupid, but looks past that a lot in fvaor of things he's actually good with.

Sword/Blade - He feels the same way about both of them and will obliterate you if you hurt either of them. He met them at possibly the lowest point in his life and didn't initially believe they'd survive for very long given their terrible fighting capabilities. Regardless, he got attached and they became very close friends. He cares for their safety, and is a little off put by their willingness to do stupid things that puts their live sat risk, especially if he's the reason (cough cough Wolfwrath cough).

Dedede - In one word, idiotic. He showed up before Tiff was born so he's known Dedede for a LONG time. Even then, the idiot was playing with monsters. He got frustrated after the child's were around and Dedede started endangering them with his stupidity. Admittedly, he finds it amusing when he's scaled by N.M.E, but hates that it's them that does it (they don't deserve money how dare).

Ecsragoon - Sort of sad, really. He's just pathetic, all of his skill and he couldn't find a better job? It was worse after Meta Knight had seen that his mother wasn't a complete failure of a parent. Escargoon worked so hard to lie to her and out up the most ridiculous act he'd seen from him, but couldn't keep himself from being a complete fool of a person? He suspects he was likely more decent before working for Dedede. He also finds it infuriating that he yells at Tiff so often, and has even had her neglect her sleep for several days to built a stupid robot, only for it break and for him to attack Kirby anyways. Hurting him as bad as he did was satisfying.

Any of the cappies - He tends to avoid them, he's socially awkward. He finds them all collectively stupid, though. Who gets brainwashed by a swirl on TV with a penguin repeating 'Kirby must go away' over and over? Regardless, he appreciates that they provide company for his children friends.

Fololo and Falala - No opinion, but appreciates knowing they'll help him out if he needs to fly after Kirby without using his wings.

Waddle Dees/Waddle Doo - All his children. Every single one of them (Waddle Doo excluded). He sneaks them candy and they like to bring him small gifts. Typically screws or feathers, they don't have much. They're all squishy cute things. He's glad they're so durable. He likes Waddle Doo. He may be oddly loyal to a rude penguin, but he takes care of the Waddle Dees and won't hesitate to ask for something if they need it.

Tokori - He doesn't like him. He's rude to Kirby. Finds it amusing that Tiff has literally punched him and he seems to fear making her mad.

Any of the talking animals - No real opinion. He doesn't like that Kine likes Tiff. His kids aren't allowed to date. He finds it funny, though. He'll tease her about it endlessly.

Any talking trees - He mostly doesn't care. A little annoyed that Whispy nearly got his kids killed over a demonic flower, but oh well. It was a while ago.

Kabu - Meta Knight greatly appreciates his presence. It was nice to find something he was familiar with on Dreamland. He sometimes likes to chat with him.

That's all I can think of for Dreamland so GSA TIME!!

Nightmare - Ew. Ugly intergakactice war criminal that ruined his life and killed all of his friends. Meta Knight hates him with his very soul.

N.M.E Sales guy - Not really a personal opinion, but he doesn't like him. He works for Nightmare so hopefully he'll just stop existing. He doesn't know if he survived the ship being blown up and quite frankly, doesn't care.

Yamikage - He wants to kill him. He hates him. He doesn't understand how someone could betray the GSA, and it cost the lives of many innocent people. Yamikage also hates Meta Knight. Stupid pineapple.

Garlude - Now, I know it was never confirmed that she ever regularly worked with him, but I'm hooked on TheWinterRaven's Star Trio idea. He's very good friends with her and was devastated when she died. Before that, she was a good friend, but he admittedly didn't like her bothering him about his health.

Jecra (Knuckle Joe's Father) - Best friend, as stated in the show. He acted like an idiot, though, and would usually annoy Meta Knight outside of battle. They got along well, and Meta Knight had lost a lot when he had to kill him. His death hurt.

Arthur - He has a lot of respect and sympathy for him. He's the leader of a large army that (in my AU's/HC wasn't originally even his). On top of that, he grew up around him, and saw him like a brother. It was heartbreaking to watch him go from a confident and well trained Star Warrior to someone who felt hopeless about the battle they were slowly loosing. He'd started yelling multiple times about how much better Uther would have done for the GSA and refused any support. When they split up, Meta Knight was convinced they were dead, and was beyond hurt that he had to die in that state of mind. He knew Arthur blamed himself for every failure and setback, and seeing him act as if he was fine around others was painful beyond explanation.

Falspar - Menace. Also grew up with him. Falsoar tried to keep everyone's spirits up and Meta Knight appreciated that. He cared for him, even though he had been notorious for causing mischief before the army fell apart. Near the end, he was trying his best to keep Arthur together, and he seemed lost. Meta Knight didn't like that.

Dragato - Very similar to Falspar, but Meta would call him dramatic too. He'd be the type to hop around on one foot, yelling ow repeatedly in a higher and higher pitched voice it he hit it on something. He was 'killed' in the same state as Falspar. Neither of them seemed like themselves in the end.

Lancelot - Meta Knight would speak to him the most out of all his brothers. He was calm and introverted. Shy boi. He got along well with him but would also harass him about his health. He was Arthur's biggest helper and near the end, had the biggest struggle in keeping him and the rest of them even the slightest bit hopeful. It was a lost cause by then and it was obvious he knew it. He stopped after Arthur yelled at him to stop acting as if everything would be fine. From there he was more quiet and withdrawn than he usually was. Meta Knight hated that.

Kit Cosmos - He knew he existed but hadn't really formed much of an opinion on him. He respected his skill.

Galaxia - Meta Knight had been on his own for several years before meeting Sword and Blade, and was at the lowest point in his life. He carried a lot of guilt and Galaxia would try to comfort him. He finds her presence comforting, to the point where he hates it when she's not with him. He speaks to her a lot. When he isn't fighting a loosing battle with his mental state, she bothers him about his health. In short, she's probably the closest thing he's ever had to a mother.

Any monster - He hates them all. As far as he's concerned, they're just embodiments of Nightmare's magic, and they can all disappear forever.

Anyone who works for N.M.E - He hates them too. He's good at hiding it when he knows they aren't a monster, but if they anger him, they're dead.

Sirica - Seeing her was both painful and relieving. He knew Garlude cared for her and was convinced she had died a long time ago. He doesn't know where she got the idea that he left her mother to die, but he assumed some monster had spewed it to her before dying. She clearly didn't like N.M.E but didn't have anything else to go off of, so he understood. Still, it was difficult to be attacked for the death of a friend that he already blamed on himself. He treats her the way a father would their daughter. Very protective orb.

Knuckle Joe - He didn't blame him for going after him. He was annoyed with Dedede for telling him that Kirby was the one he was after. Treats him the same way as Sirica. He knows they can handle themselves, but when they're on Popstar, dad mode activates.

I think that's all- Let me know if I missed anyone! :D

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