#and he unsurprisingly destroyed the fight too

[dandylovesturtles]

Sidelined AU Info Post

Alright, I guess we're doing this

CWs: mentions of internalized ableism, struggles with mental health

Timeline:

all of S1 is the same as in canon up until End Game

however, after Splinter turns over the helmet to Draxum, Draxum does not put on the armor, but chooses to put Leo inside instead, realizing that whoever goes in will probably have something horrible happen to them. that's detailed in this fic

unlike Draxum, who gets spit out of the armor immediately, Leo ends up trapped inside. from Leo's perspective, he is only vaguely aware of what's happening outside (it's a bit sunken place-ish, with him seeing snatches of events like through a grainy television), and he has only small amounts of influence over what the armor does

once Feral Shredder is on the loose, he pretty immediately starts destroying the Hidden City. Draxum realizes that he has inadvertently released a great evil on his people, the exact opposite of what he wanted, and he turns to the Hamatos to help him stop it. obviously they don't want to work with Draxum, but they have to get Leo back so they take the help

it takes them two days, during which the Shredder moves up to start terrorizing New York as well, but eventually they get him subdued. I'm not 100% on what goes down yet or whether Big Mama gets involved (I'm leaning toward not), but Leo fighting from the inside is a big help

Leo is removed from the armor and is in really bad physical shape; meanwhile the Shredder is subdued for now. in the immediate aftermath, the Foot Clan manages to get ahold of the Shredder and take off with him

he's too weak to do anything immediately but he is very much a Looming Threat the family is aware of

Draxum leaves for awhile at this point because none of them want him around and seeing Leo in the aftermath did wake him up to "oh yeah that's just a kid and I did that to him," also he's feeling real bad about that whole "accidentally almost destroying the yokai and also maybe the world" thing

meanwhile, Leo is severely weakened, but there's not anything that the family can do to hasten his recovery. they can only get him hooked up to an IV for fluids and nutrients and wait

it takes Leo a few days to become fully lucid again; during that time he tries to fight anyone around him off or sometimes pushes his family away to "protect" them

eventually Leo does regain lucidity, he tells everyone he's fine but he's Super Depressed. he's also lost his mystic powers completely.

Splinter also retreats a bit at this point, because he feels guilt for handing the helmet over to Draxum instead of trying to find a different way to rescue his boys, which isn't a great thing for him to do but his mental health is also not doing very well (someone get these guys some therapy)

in the meantime the bros and April manage the best they can, they all have different approaches but I'll go into detail about that in the next section

there's no treatment for Leo's condition outside the most boring one: time, exercise, and diet. unsurprisingly he hates this

Healing Bad Times abound, as shown in this fic

eventually the boys have to go out on a mission again. Leo, feeling useless, listens in on the comms from the lair, and ends up catching something the other boys' missed, meaning he's able to save them from a trap or something idk exactly what the point is he makes himself useful

this opens up a new path for Leo, one his brothers very heavily encourage

with a new goal in mind, Leo starts taking a lot better care of himself, actually following his physical therapy routine, spending time gaining new skills, and accepting help in the form of mobility aids. his physical and mental health both start making big improvements

this also helps his dad's mental health, everyone is doing better even if things aren't perfect

Donnie builds Leo a command center modeled after the bridge of Jupiter Jim's ship, he absolutely loves it. whenever the boys+April are on missions, Leo is in his command center helping from the background

eventually Leo has gotten to the point where he has enough strength for day to day life most of the time, he still isn't fighting baddies on rooftops but he can get to a store and back without collapsing on a good day and that's pretty good!

the Foot Clan has been a much bigger threat in this version of S2 and it's clear they're up to something big

of course right when Leo is starting to feel stable and happy again, that's when they launch their final attack

a lot of the finale events go down similarly to how they do in canon, minus Battle Nexus New York. they get Karai back but then she dies, Shredder destroys their home (including Leo's command center :c ), everything is Bad

Leo gets his mystic powers back the same way his brothers do, though he needs a little bit of an extra helping nudge from April/Karai, since he didn't think that was a thing he could still do

everyone getting their mystic powers is emotional but it's especially emotional for Leo. he didn't even know what ninpo was before today, but he knew after the Shredder it was like some part of his soul got locked away, and now that he can feel it again he finally feels whole

it gives him a burst of adrenaline so he can participate in the fight, though he doesn't do much of the actual battling, instead getting his bros where they need to be for the big hits (I mean this is basically what he does anyway haha)

it takes Donnie exactly .02 seconds to figure out how to use his own mystic powers to support Leo physically so that helps

after this, Leo becomes a more constant part of the team in the field, though he still primarily works as support and only gets into direct fights when he feels like he has to

instead of being made leader like in canon, Leo and Raph become co-leaders. Leo's own leadership abilities have improved massively, but Raph has more experience in the field, so having the two of them working together means they cover each other's blind spots, and the division of labor is less stressful for both of them

since Leo's already been through his character development and this tension is gone the movie events play out totally differently but I haven't gotten that far yet lol. I'm sure the apocalypse still happens somehow, though, I'd hate to lose Casey Jr

happy ending whooo

Relationships

Raph

Raph feels a lot of guilt about what happened to Leo; he was supposed to protect his little brothers and he didn't, and now one of them has permanent physical disabilities as a result. add to that it was Raph's idea to be heroes in the first place and yeah... he's not doing great

because of this guilt, Raph's instinct is to essentially baby Leo - he wants to take care of his every need as soon as it arises. this makes Leo feel stifled and infantilized, and drives a wedge in their relationship (the same one Raph is driving between himself and Mikey, in fact)

his and Donnie's distinctly different approaches to the situation also mean that they get into arguments often and can't really deal with being around each other, leaving Raph feeling isolated at the start (and thus pouring more attention and effort into Leo, which compounds the problem)

Raph dealing with his own guilt and trying to find the balance between helping Leo while also respecting his need for independence, boundaries, and dignity is a big part of his journey in the AU, and it also improves his relationship with Mikey and Donnie as he gets better at those skills

Donnie

Donnie is not dealing well with the fact that there's nothing to fix. they can only be patient and work incrementally to improve Leo's condition

he distracts himself by putting all his energy into making the lair accessible for Leo, building him mobility aids and doing everything he can to help

he also has a hard time understanding why Leo won't do the things that will help him (at first), because doesn't he just want things to go back to normal? doesn't he want to help himself? why won't he just do what he obviously has to do, Donnie does not understand

Leo is deep in denial at first, and he feels like he breaks down and starts doing physical therapy and using mobility aids and doing basically any of the things that will help him, that means it's not going to magically get better, it's going to take time and effort and it will probably never be fixed, just improved, and he hates that so much he's choosing to treat this like a temporary cold or flu that will blow over any day now

Donnie doesn't understand that so he takes Leo's refusal as a rejection and animosity abounds!

breakdowns and admissions of feelings will eventually happen

Donnie and Leo together come to grips with the idea that there is no fixing this and there is no return to how things were before but they can work toward a new normal that's just as good

Mikey

this one is a little bit too big for Dr. Delicate Touch and Dr. Feelings

Mikey tries, but he is just a kid, and with their dad emotionally retreating too there's just too many feelings for him to deal with on his own

he's gonna play family therapist until he breaks

he's frustrated because he can see what each of his brothers need to do to feel better but they just! won't! they won't do it, and he doesn't know how to make them

he's really stressed

it's Mikey that realizes that Leo needs goals to work toward to get himself motivated to take care of himself, and it's Mikey who pushes the hardest for Leo's new role in the team

sometimes Mikey will challenge Leo to something silly, like who can make the most throws of a paper ball into a trash can, just to push Leo into exercising

he finds other little ways to help the others too, but he still can't solve the big problems on his own

meltdown ensues

Mikey has to learn to take care of himself, too, while the others have to learn they can't lean so hard on him for all their emotional problems

April

the only one holding on around here. it helps that she doesn't actually have to live in the powderkeg

takes a rationally minded approach to all these problems, kind of functioning like family therapist along with Mikey but in a healthier and more controlled way

helps get them resources from above ground

Leo opens up the most about his feelings about his physical condition to her first, because she strikes the best balance between being a sympathetic ear without coddling him

she's also stressed, but she has an outside support network so she's handling it better

Splinter

fully blames himself for what happened to Leo and has a hard time getting over it

depression in full swing

it means he can't easily get out of bed to help his kids, but then he feels bad because he isn't helping them, which worsens the depression, which makes it hard to get out of bed... a vicious cycle

when Leo starts working on his condition he gets a pact out of his dad that they will both work on being healthier together

maybe they manage to find an actual therapist eventually idk lol

either way, Splinter and Leo grumpily sitting over their plate of broccoli and then Leo says "bet I can eat more pieces than you" and it's on son

he's trying his best

Leo's Condition

Leo came out of the armor severely dehydrated and malnourished, even more so than any person should realistically be after two days; just keeping him from dying of the dehydration was the most immediate struggle

the main issue is that Leo's life force, mystic abilities included, were basically sucked out, leaving his body catastrophically physically weak

his muscle mass can come back with time and diet

the bigger problems are the bone density and chronic fatigue. while Leo can improve these, they'll never be back to where they were before the Dark Armor

his reduced bone density means he has to be careful doing anything physical because the chance he can break a bone is much higher than average, and he stands to suffer more from that break than the average person

he'll eventually get to where he can go through his day-to-day life just fine most days, and can even do some of the physical things he enjoyed before, he just has to be careful and know his limits. he'll never be pulling the 1440 off the halfpipe again, but he can still skateboard as long as he's careful.

even when recovered (as much as he can be), he has bad days and days when the fatigue is really strong. how Leo feels on a bad day is up in the air; sometimes he's at peace with it and generally cheerful, happy to be around his family even if he spends most of the time in his chair or on the couch dozing in and out. other days the depression rears its ugly head and he can get a bit nasty and bitter again. his family is much more patient with him on days like that than he is with himself.

in the beginning Leo also has brain fog and sensitivity to light and sound. these clear up over time, especially once Leo starts making more effort to exercise his brain. he starts reading a lot more and doing puzzles, especially things like sudoku and word puzzles, which helps a lot. thankfully these changes aren't permanent

his inner ears were also damaged a bit, this also heals up largely on its own, sometimes he still has difficulties hearing his brothers if they're whispering or far away but it's not so bad he needs assistance

Leo's Devices

Wheelchair

this is obviously the one Donnie had the most fun building and it shows. this baby is tricked out. Leo also likes to suggest improvements often, some for actual functionality but many just because he thinks it would be cool (like neon lights on the spokes)

it is blue obviously. do you even need me to tell you that?

it's fully electronic but Leo can also wheel it around freely if he wishes. Leo likes to wheel himself when he has the energy because it's good exercise he doesn't have to go out of his way for and he just likes feeling like he's moving himself under his own power. but when he's not feeling up to it he just drives it with the electronic controls instead

it has handles that extend and retract. being allowed to touch the handles is a major sign of Leo's trust and initially it's only for his bros + April + Splinter. Leo hates being moved when he doesn't actually ask to be moved, and he also hates being tipped backwards so his fam knows not to do it even as a joke (and it's so heavy that tipping him is kind of hard, anyway). someone touching the handles or messing around with them without permission gets you immediate backlash from protective siblings

that said Leo has them extended often so he can hang things off them, even though Donnie constantly gripes that that is not their intended purpose!

Sr Hueso is another person who gets handle-touching-privileges pretty fast, and he's also the one Leo asks to move him most often because he thinks it's really funny. he hams it up every time. Hueso is exasperated but does it anyway

(if Hueso adds a few extra wheelchair-accessible tables to Run of the Mill no one has to know)

the chair can also be moved by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. this is mostly just for emergency situations, or times when the chair is somewhere Leo is not. Shelldon is a very good boy who does not move the chair without Leo's permission.

it has a billion storage spaces and little hidey holes and it can sync with Leo's phone to play music and it also has a charge port for his phone and yeah basically anything Leo and Donnie can come up with goes into this thing. it's a behemoth

Donnie also made Leo a lighter-weight chair with fewer features that he most often uses when he's good using his walker/cane/braces but wants to clear a larger distance first, and eventually Donnie makes him an athletic wheelchair so he can play games like wheelchair basketball

Walker

the walker is also blue but there's nothing particularly special about it

Leo hates using it because it feels like an old person thing. even if realistically he knows there are plenty of reasons people use them, including his own situation, culture is culture and it makes him feel bad no matter what rationality states

so basically once he doesn't have to use it he doesn't

as they all get more comfortable with Leo's situation and he starts openly using humor to cope, jokes about Leo's chair and cane become pretty commonplace in the fam (all good-natured of course). they know the walker is too much of a sore spot though, and poking fun at it is the fastest way to get Leo to do something stupid, so no one does. it's better to just pretend it's not there

Crutches/Canes

he eventually ends up with a variety of these, with different levels of support depending on what he's needing on a given day.

some of the canes are more fashionable than others. this is important to him.

Leo pretty much always has one of these on hand just in case, even on days where he feels alright to walk on his own

he is not afraid to bonk a brother with a cane or crutch but he does so knowing they are free to retaliate

Leg Braces

Leo doesn't need these every day but they're a pretty standard part of his wardrobe at this point

they start out plain but get increasingly elaborately decorated as time goes on because he, Donnie, and Mikey can't help themselves

like the walker, the braces are in the "don't make fun of" zone, though Leo is happy to get positive comments about them and doesn't really need their presence ignored

Other Mobility Aids

Leo has a variety of things to help with his loss of grip strength, difficulties bending over, tremors, etc. all of them are either made by Donnie or ethically "acquired" by April

he drives everyone crazy by leaving them in random places and then forgetting where they are. Donnie starts installing locator tags on everything they give Leo

jokes about these are fine, Leo makes them often himself and has silly names for all of them (this also drives Donnie crazy)

#rottmnt #sidelined au #phew #can't believe it lol I don't need more AUs but here we are #also I do not have any mobility disabilities myself #a lot of this comes from experiences with family + research #however feel free to correct me if I've misrepresented anything! #I do want to be respectful #it's why it's important for me to stress the name of the AU is based on Leo's own feelings (and how he overcomes them) #and not intended as an outward judgement on his situation or abilities

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

10:30 ー NANAMI KENTO. and the dark awaits us all around the corner; but here in our place, we have for the day, can we stay a while and listen for heaven?

“I can feel you looking at me.”

“How do you know? Your eyes are closed.”

A brown eye opens to see you, unsurprisingly, resting your chin on your palm. Guilty as charged, you’ve been watching him. “I can’t truly enjoy our joint day off if I don’t look at you lovingly before you wake up,” you grin and despite your boyfriend’s best efforts, he chuckles lightly. “It’s Sunday,” you remind him unnecessarily with a giggle. “The world works differently on Sundays even if you’re a big bad jujutsu sorcerer with a world record of black flashes.”

“I regret letting you and Gojou meet,” Kento’s tired sigh only makes even more laughter bubble from your lips. You don’t know many people from the sorcerer life Kento told you about, but Satoru is a riot. Any choice of confections and the white-haired man will quickly divulge all the stories he has about Kento’s teenage years. Part of you is certain he’d do that even if sweet treats weren’t on the table though. “Have you been up long?”

You shake your head before falling back onto your side, “not too long." It's rare Kento has time to himself from his work as a sorcerer. It's complicated but you can understand the gist of it. Curses don't stop and thus, neither can he. You'll treasure the time he does have, at least.

You have been ever since he told you the truth about his job. What being with him would entail. He said it wouldn't be fair to keep it from you began getting serious.

It's only a matter of time before Kento retires and he can rest as much as he deserves. Malaysia. We should go on a trip soon. He's always wanted to go.

A comfortable silence falls over your room as you look at each other with a pair of matching smiles.

"Good morning," the blond's voice rumbles with a tired but satisfied hum. He reaches out a hand and you meet it halfway.

You kiss the back of his knuckles before pressing your lips to the tips of his fingers. "Morning," you whisper before holding his hand to your chest and twining your fingers.

You close your eyes and lean into his warmth. I never knew I could love somebody this much. The world is cold and cruel but Nanami Kento is proof that, despite that fact, there is still warmth and beauty to be found in it. "Let's just stay in bed today."

"And abandon our plans for brunch?"

"Yes," you say resolutely. There's no where you'd rather be than at home with your boyfriend.

Kento's thumb brushes the side of your fingers, "I normally wouldn't fight against staying in but it would be rude to the employees if we didn't go in for the reservation."

"Okay, okay," you groan. This is what happens when you make reservations and you're not selfish enough to inconvenience restaurant staff. "You take your shower fir-"

When you open your eyes, Kento is gone and the vibrant color and warmth of your room went with him.

The bed feels too large for one person.

Your hand isn't covered by another a few sizes larger than your own; it isn't engulfed in a palm that is a strange dichotomy of rough and soft. Instead your hand is in the open and bare, save for the ring gracing one of your fingers.

Finding it was an accident during a manic cleaning episode a few days prior. Kento had it hidden away neatly in a cupboard you almost always forgot you had.

Ah.

Reality sets in and your giddy smile drops.

Right.

1 WEEK AGO. OCTOBER 31, 2018 ; 23:15 ーThat's the time Itadori Yuuji tells you three words that destroy the center of your universe.

“Nanami is dead.”

Yuuji can’t look you in the eye when he tells you this, he can't bring himself to look. His fists shake at his side, but he forces himself to stay still awaiting your reaction. You're quietー too quiet. He closes his eyes to brace himself for whatever your reaction will be.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry. I couldn't..."

Will you yell at him?

Will you rightfully bring your hands down to strike him?

Or will you merely sob and have it haunt him for the rest of his days?

Nanami's gone and there's nothing of him to bring back for you.

"You've got it from here."

The least Yuuji can do is tell you what happened to the man that would never return home to you. Not even in pieces. There are so many bodies that can't be identified. So many people who will never go home to their families. Families that will never see their loved ones again.

He can't tell all of themー but Yuuji can at least tell you.

There's movement in front of him and Yuuji welcomes however your emotions have chosen to manifest. Yet when he feels your arms wrap around him, his eyes jolt wide open. "He saved you, didn't he?" Your voice is soft, melancholic. Sadness clings to your tone but he can't mistake the blithe and relief mixed in it.

"He saved you, didn't he?"

"I-" Yuuji's cracked lips feel even drier. "But I-"

"Don't ever apologize to me for living," it's the angriest you've sound since he stepped foot in your house and even then it's a delicate anger. "Kento saved you because he believed in you, I believe in you too. There's nothing for me to forgive."

The warm tones of the apartment you once shared with one of the greatest individuals Yuuji's ever known is beginning to blur. "I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore. I can't ever protect anyone that I want to save. Nanami should be here-"

At those words, you hug him even tighter. "I know that man better than anyone," you tell him firmly with that knowing tone all adults possess. "Kento didn't regret anything and I know he would do it all over again. I'm happy and blessed that I was able to fall in love with someone with such a big heart. So trust me when I tell you that Kento adored you and he would happy you're alive. I'm happy your alive. It's the job of us adults to worry about you troublemakers. So please, don't blame yourself. Kento would want you to hear that."

When the tears spill and the sobs rack his body, Yuuji feels resentment more than grief. All the while you hugged him tightly, rubbing circles into his back. You who should be crying right now if anything. You who should be angry at him.

He wants you to be angry at him.

"Why can't you just be mad at me?" Yuuji whimpers into the crook of your neck.

You kiss the side of his head despite how undoubtedly gross it must be from the sweat and blood and dirt its collected over the night. "Because I love you, you silly boy. Me and Kento."

That's what breaks him the most.

.

“Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" Your expression is one of concern as you both stand at the door. "I can whip up something while you're in the bath. I'm sure I can find something of Kento's that you can fit."

Yuuji's grin is weak but he shakes his head, "it's okay. I've got a ride back to the school. They're probably sick of waiting for me."

With a smile and a final exchange of farewells, you close the door with a sigh. Yuuji is a strong kid, you know that much. Still that doesn’t stop you from worrying about him. I hope he takes everything I said to heart. Even just a little, bit by bit, until the boy is able to believe your words fully. You know the man you love, Kento wouldn’t have regretted anything.

I should have tried a little harder to convince him to stay for at least a shower and dinner. That driver could have waited a few more minutes. Or I could have invited them in to eat as well. You press your forehead against the door, welcoming the coolness on your skin. You’ll check on Yuuji tomorrow you think as silence truly settles over your apartment.

It's in that silence that you finally notice the shaking of your hands. No they've been shaking the entire time. You're thankful Yuuji was too distraught to notice.

He's gone, that's all that had been racing through your mind when those three words left Yuuji's lips.

I can’t let this poor boy see me cry.

It wouldn't have been fair to him. He blamed himself enough, you could see the self-hatred all over his face.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

It’s simultaneously a relief you can’t hear Yuuji’s footsteps anymore as much as it fills you with further dread.

Kento isn’t coming home.

Your chest heaves dryly as quiet gasps slip from your lips and your knees buckle.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgoneー

Your throat clenches as a sob finally escapes your throat.

"Kento..."

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #timestamp #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #allie and i talked about it and here i am now

[r3d-redemptions]

Mephistopheles & Raphael parallel

right, bare with me because i just want to discuss their parallel because it’s so fascinating to me. i don’t see it discussed enough. spoilers ahead!

• unsurprisingly, mephistopheles is charming and as cunning, but he can display different façades sometimes. and yet, behind that cold surface, mephisto is a walking contradiction. “Fiendish codex II” (i absolutely recommend getting this if you want to know more about the hells, it has all the essential about them) also describes him as depite for someone who appears cold and reserved all the time, mephistopheles would have an actual temper tantrum. something he does is “destroying everything around him in a thunderous explosion of hellfire and devastating magic.”

•mephistopheles appears as a handsome gentleman! he speaks in an intelligent, calculated manner and of course wit won’t be absent.

•he also doesn’t give up easilly when something gets in his way he would always find ways to get whatever he wants.

•he is always eager to find out new information around him, things thay could make himself even more powerful because he wants to take over asmodeus too

now, doesn’t what i’ve described above remind you of raphael? and isn’t it interesting how raph hates his daddy so much yet he wants to be so much like him? that’s daddy issues at its finest, if you ask me. besides, raphael’s inner conflict seems to be familliar to mephistopheles’, but in his case the conflict is based on the fact that he’s a half devil. the fact that he’s a human too makes him absolutely more vulnerable, unlike how devils are supposed to be. however, in my opinion, it’s his human form that brings him most of his sucess in deals after all.

regarding how raphael appears and expresses himself: he gives the first impression of an intelligent gentleman, but as the plot progresses, he’s a cunning little bastard that has us easily around his fingers. interestingly enough, he seems to display the same façade as his father… beyond having the inherited personality(most likely), i think raphael decided to display a very simillar façade to his fathers’ after he’s seen Mephistopheles becoming this powerful with such a personality.

and my favourite part so far: raphael’s ambition! in a case where you give the crown to gale and he becomes a god in the epilogue raphael is still very determined to take over as he would rise from the gods’ ruins, like he says. also, before fighting him in the house of hope, you can be something like “if you kill me you won’t have the crown” he’s like “yeah whatever i’ll get it because i can😠”.

about the finding information part… isn’t it interesting how around the house of hope you find so much powerul equipment? man seeks ANYTHING that can make him feel powerful. mind you, i’ve always found the amount of equipment he has around the house of hope pretty impressive ngl

(also the fact that he can manage so many portals? i wonder how they appeared in the house of hope in the first place, someone enlighten me pls xd)

anyway yeah, just wanted to ramble about it for now. i hope you enjoyed my yapping and that i made sense lol. thx for the attention and for reachig this point of the post :)

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion

[myymi]

wrote this in three hours cause my other angst fics aren't close enough to finish so it's not as good as it can be but i wanted to put the imagery in everyone's brain lmao

happy broken bond sunday everyone <3

Sonic and Tails were angry.

Which isn't entirely unusual for them during fights, Knuckles notes as his fist collides with another motobug.

But this time it was different.

This time, they were angry with each other.

Knuckles has heard about them fighting before, but this is the first time he's ever seen it happen. It's such a surreal, unthinkable situation and yet it was happening right before his very eyes.

The usual witty banter the brothers would shout to rile up their human nemesis was completely gone, replaced by a silence that hung heavy with anger as the destroyed badniks in a much more aggressive manner. (Knuckles didn't think Tails could ever get more explosive than he was, but he was very quickly proven wrong today.)

Eggman seemed to notice the change too, unsurprisingly. He kept poking them about it, curious about their silence.

Knuckles, while not one to usually mediate fights, tried to get some information. But when he'd ask them, he'd be shrugged off with a grumble.

It was a little worrying, to be honest.

Knuckles freezes when there's another explosion, but this time accompanied by a loud yelp. He turned to the sky, eyes searching for the little fox that was handling the buzzbombers just in time to watch as he fell.

Smoked trailed him, and Knuckles quiet prayed that the way it looked like it was coming from the kid's tails was just a trick of the eye.

But before the echidna got to even think about running to catch the fox, a blue of blue shot through the air, taking Tails with it.

Sonic was behind Knuckles a second later, trusting him to provide cover as he looked over Tails’ injuries.

But as soon as he was put down, the fox pushed his brother away. “I'm fine.’

“No, you're not.” Sonic argued, wrapping a paw around the youngest’s arm to drag him closer again, “Stop acting like this.”

“Leave me alone, Sonic.” Tails frowned, trying to tug his arm back. “Despite what you think, I can take care of myself.”

“For the love of Chaos, Tails, really?” Knuckles’ brow furrowed as listened to the quiet argument. What happened between them? “You're being dramatic.”

“That's so ironic coming from you of all people.” The kit argued back, rolling his eyes.

“In case you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of a battle right now, Tails.” Sonic leaned down to be at eye level with the little fox, “We don't have time to deal with this tantrum.”

“Because that's all it is, right?” Tails grumbled, pushing the hedgehog away. “All you ever do is deal with me, huh?

“If you would stop being a brat every time I do something you don't like then I wouldn't have to deal with anything, would I?” Knuckles could feel his expression morph in a mix of shock and anger. What had gotten into these two?

When he turned around to check on his brothers, he could see how Tails’ eyes were shining with tears. Knuckles never liked it when the fox cried.

Sonic didn't seem to fully understand what he said until he saw the expression on the youngest’s face. His eyes immediately filled with regret as he processed his own words.

Tails sniffed and scrubbed at his eyes, backing away when Sonic reached out for him. “I'm so sorry adopting a mangey child wasn't the happily ever after you were hoping for, Sonic.” Is the last thing the kid said before turning and flying back into the battle.

“Tails, wait!” Sonic shouted after him, but heavily groaned when he realized the kid wouldn't listen to him. He ran a paw down his face as he stared after his little brother.

“What happened between you and the kid.” Knuckles demanded more than asked, roughly turning Sonic to face him. This is the first time he's ever seen the hedgehog make Tails cry and he wanted some answers.

“It's been a long morning, okay?” Sonic sighed and shook his head. “I'll explain more later, but I gotta go apologize to–”

Sonic's sentence was cut off by another, much louder explosion than the previous ones.

The teenagers turned to find the source of it, their eyes widening as they watched a building collapse.

And Tails was nowhere in sight.

“Tails?!” Sonic screamed, speeding over to the destroyed building to search his brother. Chaos, please let the kid be okay.

He could hear Knuckles not far behind, also calling out for the fox, but he didn't care. His full focus right now was finding Tails, he didn't care about anything else.

It didn't take long to find him.

Or– it didn't take long to find most of him.

Tails was unconscious. Thick streams of blood spilled from a gash on his head where his left ear was supposed to be. His left arm was also missing, the hole at his shoulder gushing out more blood.

And, oh Chaos, how long is the pole impaled through his chest? It's so close to his heart. It didn't pierce it though, right? It couldn't have. Sonic can lose Tails. He was going to be fine, right?

Sonic pushed down the rising nausea, dropping to the fox’s side to cradle his head with one paw as the other searched for a pulse. He was muttering to himself, pleading with someone to keep his brother alive.

His gloves were quickly staining red as his paw frantically felt around the kit's body for some sign of life.

His panic grew when he couldn't find anything. It had to be because he was shaking, right? There's no way Tails is– he has to be fine.

“Sonic.” The hedgehog stilled at his name being called. He didn't look away from his brother's body though, even as a tear fell from his cheek. How long has he been crying? “Let me see him.”

The teen shook his head. He couldn't step away and let someone else take his place, Tails needed him.

Knuckles stepped around him, wincing at the sight of the little fox. He kneeled down to check for a pulse, but he knew he wouldn't find anything.

Tails was a strong kid, but there was no chance at surviving being impaled through the heart.

Sonic had leaned down to press his forehead against Tails’s, whispering a million apologies to the kid.

Knuckles closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning to look at the hedgehog.

The younger met his eyes, a deep plea for the echidna to tell him his brother would be okay.

“He's gone.”

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sth #tails the fox #sonic #unbreakable bond #not anymore lmao #knuckles the echidna #team sonic #myydrabs #major character death #child death #death #tw death #tw child death #broken bond sunday #drabble

[dairy-farmer]

Still~ thinking about Time Travel~☆

Bruce would... wait... ACTUALLY??? EVERYONE would fuckin give a LIMB to "go back and Do It Right"(tm)?

Oh :Dc Oh No~ that's a FANTASTIC thought~☆

Some big Everything's Fucked Event. Like when Superboy Prime PUNCHED REALITY and broke it, bringing Jason back. Maybe some shit head reality warper collecting the seven sacred McGuffins or what have you. But they? Can't stop him.

Some of them last longer then others. But the idiot BROKE reality. And eventually? It resets itself.

But!

Tim died BEFORE the Break. Everyone else died AFTER. It was Heroic, of course, tried to destroy the last object before the reality warper could get it. But the bastard already had 6. He got Tim first.

And... they had all been drifting apart. Strained relationships, traumas upon traumas. Never knowing what to SAY. Wanting to fix things. Always somehow making things worse. Trying to do better. And then?

Tim is just... just GONE.

Then they die, Reality in fragments. Like some fucked up Alice in Wonderland fever dream. And? Wake up at different points in their own history.

Bruce blinks. And there is Tim. Tiny and determined to save him from himself. He's so small.

Bruce is collapsing to his knees and dragging him into a hug before he can think of anything else. His son. His boy. Tim. Warm and perfect, uncertain as he awkwardly hugs him back.

And this time he's a better mentor. Past mistakes always haunting him. Better food, better teaching, better gear. Better body management. Stretching and massages. Bruce is... obsessive, unsurprisingly, over Taking Care of Tim. He can't fail again. HAS to be better.

It's inevitable, that it gets weird. Started OUT invasive, after all. Since sexual wellness IS important to mental and emotional regulation, that has to be scheduled too. What do you mean "you don't"? Robin, it's stress relief.

Of course Bruce will show you. Yes of COURSE he's going to get you toys, show you how to use them. No, no, you're doing it wrong. Not like THAT, like THIS. See how he's doing it?

All so very educational.

But! Oh no! What if Robin wants to DATE? It was a disaster for him last time. Bruce better show him. And obviously if he's already doing THAT, he should show him how to put the moves on someone. And since we're doing THAT, it's only reasonable to follow through. Robin can't patrol distracted! That's not safe!

So he HAS to fuck him.

And really, if he's done it ONCE, he might as well teach him what he knows. Who better, then someone Robin can trust?

Which is what Dick stumbles into. Somehow in the past. With an even MORE neurotic Bruce who's-! Who's-! He'll KILL YO-! Heeeey there Timmy! Just need to talk to Bruce real quick, so... huh?

And that's when it hits Dick like a gut punch? That THIS Tim? No ugliness between them. Is excited to see him. Greets him with a hug. Warm and cute and bouncy. Wants... wants help... practicing...

Dicks eyes shoot to Bruce. Back to Tim. He keeps his Nightwing mask, firmly in place as the part of what he WANTS fight like dogs inside him. He shouldn't. Needs to stop this NOW. It's already WAY out of hand...

Y-Yeah, Timmers, of course he'll help.

What're big Brothers for?

And Tim is terrible at riding him. Gets too overwhelmed and freezes up, again and again. Is so SENSITIVE. It's so cute Dick can barely stand it, as he lifts and sinks him down. Watches him pant and squirm. Let's him cling like Dick is the only thing holding him together.

He's never been harder.

Jason, of course, could really only blink awake in one place. Because his luck is SHIT. Titans Tower. He thinks it's hell. Purgatory maybe. A punishment for what he did here. Goes to face it. Only...

Where's Timbers?

In his room. Having "Me Time". Face down, ass in the air, vibrator set to "Destroy Me". He didn't notice SHIT when the power cut. The world could end but until he's gotten off? Robin's not here right now, leave a message.

Jason decides this is a very fucked up wet dream to have while Dying, but? Screw it.

So he invites himself to the party. Pants open, cock out. Vibrator removed. World rocked.

He fucks Tim's hot little puss just the way he's always wanted too. Deep and with intent to fill it. Then he has his perky little ass, just cause. Fills that too. Eventually realizes this is NOT the afterlife or a dream, but is too busy pounding the best fuck of his life to care.

Cares a LOT more when an Out For Blood Half Kryptonian RIPS the door from the wall, along with the frame and some of the wall itself. While he is balls deep in Robin. Whoooo he may have fucked sopping wet and sloppy. While being a notorious Crime Lord.

Oh, Right.

He should ru-Shit! *sounds of Wrath And Kryptonian Violence*

It DOES bring the family back together. Even if Kon vows to NEVER forgive or forget. Hisses like an outraged cat at the mere mention of Red Hood. But things are great! Then Talia does what she do. Fucks up Bruce's mental health. THIS time however, he was aware it was coming.

And Damian, last Survivor of the Bat Clan, blinks into awareness to Tim offering him his hand. Excited to have a little brother.

Ah. Timothy looks... young. He no longer feels threatened by him, as he once did. Damian grew up. He shakes his hand. Is WELCOMED. Doted on.

Finds himself... Timothy's? Favorite? The baby of the family. None can touch him. One look and Timothy will come snarling to his defense. He need only pout and all will be delivered to his feet. Hilarious, how different it could have been.

But.

He is not blind. He is not the only one back in time. And the changes...

He can not argue that the family is not CLOSER, but must they act like animals? Panting after Timothy? Yet on the other hand... being so doted upon? Has brought up... feelings.

So... awkwardly... he, like a child who's had a bad dream, shuffles into Tim's room in the night. Is welcomed with open arms. Cuddled, fingers running through his hair, as he with fumbling hands explores. Guided in and pulled into Tim's arms, so he can rutt desperately into Tim's body, while Tim sleepily holds him close.

Random sparks of pleasure shooting through Tim's body as Damian manages to thrust just right, every so often. Praising him regardless. Because he's doing so good, is Tim's precious younger brother.

Letting Damian cum himself exhausted before getting himself off. Damian dazed and worshipful, clinging as dozes off. Dick finding them in the morning and pouting because this means no Morning Fuckies. Damian's totally gonna hog Tim's attention.

Being right.

Bat Clan Wars over Timmy Time. Tim playing the mediator. That leading to sharing.

Better More Tim Fucking Time Line!

What say you?

-🐼🐼🐼

all of them using time travel to act on deeply repressed feelings for tim they never acted on before 😍😍😍!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[redhead-batgal]

I hope you do oh miss believer part 3 sometime soon! It’s ok if you’re not feeling that story anymore tho <3

Type: Fic

Part One: Here, Part Two: Here

Pairing: Fem! Vigilante! And Meta! Reader x Damian Wayne/ Robin

Content: Violence, language, flash backs, depressive thoughts, angst, and aged up Damian/reader to 16/17 yrs old

Word Count: 2,573

(P.S: Soooo I can try to write a reaction of the bat fam to the end of part one, or I can write the next part of this one next time. Let me know what y'all want in the comments please! also get ready for some fun angsty angsty times)

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There are many things in this world that seem unnatural. Paradoxes or impossibilities. People tend to fear the unnatural, to ostracize it and even harm it. Regardless of whether or not said impossible and unnatural thing is living- regardless of if it's human.

To humanity, unnatural things were to be feared and destroyed. They were threats, in a way, to the "peaceful" society that had been created through blood shed and inequality. A society that has classes and impoverished people that kept growing and growing; saw things they deemed unnatural not worthy of life. Why is that? Why does such a society fear so greatly the unnatural, the unknown and impossible?

It seemed to you that they feared the unnatural because the power of mystery gave it. Because what they do not know, they cannot control. And if they can't control something, it cannot be a part of society. Which unfortunately meant you were left on your own; fighting to survive against an environment that deemed you a danger. Even more unfortunately, for society at least, you had bad habit of becoming everything everyone feared you'd be.

An unnatural danger, set on destroy the society that cast it out.

How very, very natural, right?

You could still remember the very first time someone deemed you unnatural- unworthy of comfort in this shitty shitty world.

You must have been no older then six, out scrounging on the streets for pity coin you could use to help your parents out. A rattied hat made from old newspaper by your side as you made your misty and small illusions appear. Desperate for anyone to take an interest. Unsurprisingly, the person who did was anything but kind and far from merciful.

The small boy had shouted at you, laughed, sneered and beaten you to a bloodied pulp. Stealing all of the meager change you had managed to earn as he called you a witch over his shoulder bolting away.

While this was your first actual encounter with such people, you were not surprised. Your mother had warned you of such people.

"Vicious monsters," She had said beginning to explain why you had to be careful in the world, "they like to prey upon those they deem weaker, those who they think are unnatural and strange."

She shook her head as she continued to knit, though somewhat sloppily, "They don't like people who they can't control, they don't like that you're different."

You looked up at her with wide eyes as you tilted your head and she paused. She let out a soft sigh before setting down her knitting and pulling you into her arms.

"My sweet little miss believer, this world is going to be cruel to you simply because you exist. There's nothing your father or I can do to stop it other then pulling you in close like this and letting you know they are wrong."

She rested your head against her chest as she began to rock slightly squeezing you in her arms as she softly began to hum.

"They are wrong because you are a darling gem. A wise and wonderful girl who should not let the world push you down."

Cupping your face in her hands she smiled, tears lining her eyes, "You are my little miss believer, you know many things and have such faith. Do not allow these people to cause you to lose that faith. Faith in your father and I, faith in humanity, faith in your own skills or just merely faith in yourself."

Her words rang far too deep into the truth. Scars, both physical and emotions covered your body the older you got. But you still had your mother and father there, to nurse your spirit back to its brightness... until you didn't anymore.

The night was dark and growing colder and colder by the minute. Your father had disappeared merely a week before and you did not plan on letting him stay gone without answers.

Lurking around the usual street corners you heard the crackling of thunder and through the dense musty smell of Gotham's streets, you could smell rain. Sweet and clear, dancing in the clouds yearning to be released. Pulling your jacket in closer, you slipped down an alleyway, hoping to find answers and remain unseen. After all you had a reputation for causing trouble amongst the rouges and criminals, and tonight was the last night you needed trouble to catch you once again.

Though you had not heard of any rogues causing any chaos, you knew better then to trust the night would remain silent. It's current silence sent shivers down your spine. Silence was a deadly tool, used to confused and trick the naive into false senses of security. It was a tool you yourself had used and yet- something about tonight's silence made you on edge.

Looking around you almost sensed danger as the hairs on your arms stood on edge. Your heart racing as the silence screamed into your mind. Just as you had settled with yourself to finally venture home, a hand clamped down on your shoulder.

A shriek of sorts almost escaped you and you turned to find your fuming mother.

"Y/n! I thought I told you to be home before eleven?"

Though startled you merely blinked, allowing your mother to drag you back down the alleyway, towards the way home. Your heart hammered in your chest. Regardless of all your broken promises to come home on time, your mother had never- ever come out looking for you.

"Mom," You said, finally finding your voice, "what are you doing out here?!"

Your mother froze tilting her head a scowl of sorts on her face with dropped almost instantly. She let go of your hand and slowed to a stop, looking you over she sighed, taking a moment to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"I was worried, I heard that one of the nastier rouges was out tonight and I didn't want you to be out."

At first a wave of warmth washed over you. It, however, turned icy cold as you processed the rest of your mother's sentence.

'One of the nastier rouges'

Your heart skipped a beat and you grasped onto your mother's hand. Swallowing you met her gaze and forced a slow breath out.

"Mom, which one did you hear was out?"

It took her a moment to reply, as her brow furrowed, and she squeezed your hand.

"The Joker."

Your heart actually stopped, you struggled to breath as news reports and alley whispers raced over your mind.

"I heard that the bats pissed joker off so he's shooting for a big one this time."

"I heard that he lost Batman's attention and wants it back."

"Well, I heard that he's finally sick of his cat and mouse game and plans on taking as many civilians as possible with him when he goes."

Finally breathing again, you pulled your mother forward. Heart racing as your mind screamed to run. Your legs began to pump, your mother stumbling to keep up behind you her soft protests barely catching your ears.

"Shit- oh shit, mom we've gotta go."

You had just come up on a corner, knowing once you went down the alley just by here, you'd be two blocks from your complex. It didn't help though, your heart hammered to quickly you could hear your own heartbeat without even thinking about it.

"What? Honey," Your mom began shaking her head and causing you to stop, "it's fine we're almost home and-"

Your mouth began moving before you could stop yourself and you began pulling her again, finally rounding the corner, "No mom you don't understand this guy has been amping up his attacks recently and-"

Just as you did you came face to face with a goon in white makeup and a sinister red smile. He raised something strange, and time seemed to slow as you heard him pressing on a trigger.

"Y/N!" Your mother's shout echoed in your ears as she shoved you to the side.

You tumbled towards the ground screams ripping from you as you watched a fine mist encompass her entire face, "MOM NO!"

The mist faded as a blurry figure slammed the goon into the ground. Your mother slumped slightly as you darted to her side, her body shook, and you looked her over trying to find any damage only to hear a bone chilling sound.

"Ha-ha-ha."

You trembled as your mother raised her head, a large sinisterly familiar smile on her face.

"Mommy? Mommy, no. Please, no. NO!"

A jolt of sorts raced through you as you opened your eyes. A bright light slamming straight into them and sending spots racing across your vision.

"Aw, look," A mocking voice began, "our little Houdini's finally awake."

A piercing ache began at the base of your skull as you forced yourself to sit up. Faintly recalling your last moments, as rain poured down and you made the choice to finally let go.

Blinking you pressed a hand to your face, a sloshing of sorts following you as you found yourself immersed in a small pool of greenish water. Wincing you tried to look around the room- to understand where you were and what was going on.

Your eyes slowly adjusted, revealing that you were in a small cavern of sorts. A woman in a strange outfit stood nearby as a man in a dark clothing loomed over you. You watched as the woman motioned at someone just beyond your view muttering things you could not here.

"Hello there little one," the man began capturing your attention, "I am glad to see you're awake."

You swallowed feeling the headache fade slightly as you shifted. These people and this place did not seem familiar. You too a slow breath looking down to see your own hands and body before looking back up.

"Who are you?" You whispered, your voice cracking, throat dry and aching.

The man smiled, but something about it made you uneasy. He merely stared at you, replying, "A doctor of sorts."

You paused furrowing your brow, "So I'm not dead?"

The man- doctor- whatever he was laughed as he took a step back. Making temporary eye contact with the woman behind him. She had an odd look about her and you could have sworn you spotted a cat like mask before the man captured your attention again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," You replied wincing again as you stepped out of the pool rising to your feet, "is that normal?"

He tilted his head, "In a sense yes."

His short responses had your mind racing, he was being so vague and something- something about all of this just seemed off.

"Uh okay. Then is fine to assume I'll get better right?"

The man nodded as the woman smiled at you. You narrowed still not entirely understanding what was going on or what had happened. You were sure that the fall would have kill you and- and you could still remember the impact.

"Wha-" You began as a wave of defenseness washed over you, "what is going on?"

"Whatever do you mean little Houdini?" The woman asked her eyes glinting.

"Who are you? Where am I? How am I still alive? And what the fuck happened?"

Your demand echoed in the cave like chamber causing the woman to smile even more. She even began to laugh and the man stepped in-between the two of you.

"Just please calm yourself, Y/N L/N. All will be explained soon."

You locked your jaw, a buzzing of sorts climbing up your chest as you began to grind your teeth. Tingles raced across your hand, a tell tale sign your body yearned to release some engery. To produce the false images and twist the illusions into exsistance.

"When?"

The man paused before the sound of footsteps approached. He went still and so did the woman behind him. A wave of fury rose up in your chest, were you such a fuck up you even fucked up dying? Was it possible that something else was going on? Regardless of your current internal turmoil you needed answers.

"Would someone please answer my fucking questions?!"

Just as your frustrated shout escaped a new woman walked into the room. she breezed past the first and stopped right in front of you. Allowing you to get a good look of her and a better grasp of the situation. She was dressed in a green and gold trimmed dress, her dark brown hair spilling around her face, dark skin and sharp bone structure that screamed Arabic descent. And her eyes, her bright- familiar green eyes stared at you with a curious gaze.

"I would be happy to, Y/N."

Something about her- whether be her eyes, her voice or face- something seemed familiar- so familiar you let your guard down.

"Where am I?"

The woman smiled, "Safe in my home."

It wasn't entirely a bad answer, but once again a vague one. And despite your concerns on where you were at you had to know one thing.

"How did I survive that fall? I just can't wrap my head around it."

The woman went still before she softly laughed moving a bit closer to you, "You didn't."

You froze as you answer caused your breath to stop, "What?"

"You didn't survive. In fact, that fall killed you, you died."

"But- wha- how? Am, am I dead?"

"Not anymore, but you were."

"I was- what do you mean I was dead? How can that be possible?"

The woman's smile deepened, and she took a step even closer, "You're not asking the right questions."

Grinding your teeth, you met her gaze and raised your chin frustration and desperation climbing up your throat, "Fine, who are you then?"

"Much better, I am Talia."

Something about that name set off warning bells in your head and your stiffened, allowing your guard to rise as you eyed the woman.

"Where am I? I want specifics."

"The league."

Your blood went cold as a realization began to dawn on you, "The league?"

"Yes, the league; assassins, shadows, what have you. You, are at one of the bases for the League."

"And- and-"

"I am Talia Al Ghul, and I brought you back to life."

You went still as everything began to click into place. The green water, the man and woman nearby, the vagueness- how you are alive, and you looked at Talia swallowing. The familiarity. This was Damian's mother, the person who you died trying to run from.

"You brought me back with the pit?" You whispered your voice trembling and cracking.

"Unbeknown to my beloved, son and the rest of his rabble, yes... so any more questions?"

You swallowed as your world began to scream and burn as it crashed down. They- they thought- no they knew you had died and- and no one would come save you this time. You were on your own you were alone.

You shook your head, refusing to let your voice tremble, "No."

"Good, because I have a lot of work for you..." Talia paused looking over her shoulder to the other woman, "what did cheshire call you? Ah, yes. Little Houdini."

Digging your nails into your palm you tried to calm your breathing as Talia tucked your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Let's get to work my Little Houdini."

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[revenantghost]

hiiii! I finished trimax yesterday and I am devastated, in awe, and also confused as fuck bc some of it is really hard to parse. so I was hoping that you could maybe answer a question about the end of vol 10?

I understand from the scene with livio that vash used his powers after wolfwood died but i'm not sure I understand why?

did he just have a bit of a breakdown? was knives somehow involved? was it something else entirely??

hopefully I'm not bothering you too much with this but I don't know where else to go for answers agdjsla

OH BOY, my deepest condolences. The post-Trimax trauma is REAL. You aren't bothering me at all, I love talking Trigun! :D If you haven't been able to tell :'D

Also you're not alone in trying to understand things :') I love Nightow, and Trimax is easily one of my favorite mangas for so many reasons now... but it's so infamously hard to understand at times lmao. Not the worst I've read by far, but something.

Unsurprisingly, I've seen a few different takes on it. I've seen some people say Vash struck out in rage, but I'm fairly certain Knives tried to attack first. My first thought was that Vash struck back to preserve himself, Wolfwood's body, and that last moment they had together before Vash buries him alone. However, some folks have pointed out it seems like Vash might be protecting all of Hopeland, which makes sense!

First, because Knives was just hopping around obliterating any and all settlements of humanity, and this one would hardly be excluded. Second, *points at the later scene, with Legato* no matter what it costs Vash, he cannot let Wolfwood's sacrifice in vain. He has to preserve what little energy he has to fight Knives (I'm sure after this he grasps what the hair darkening means, but who knows if he knew it before; Knives sure as hell had no clue, and Vash doesn't have a Conrad to clue him in), but he's already lost too much in his life already. This isn't a sacrifice he's willing to make. It's not a sacrifice he can survive making.

TL;DR: Best theory I've seen is that Knives tried to destroy Hopeland, Vash said, "No the fuck you do not," and despite Knives having a legion of plants attached to him, he still couldn't overpower his brother. Get dunked on, loser.

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #Trimax #Trigun Manga Spoilers #Trimax Spoilers #nevenne #Ask #I had to use an image of Vash biting Knives here #How could I NOT

[xopinkroses]

DMC boys + Lady when Reader is catcalled♥

Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero and Lady would react to you being cat called in front of them Warnings; Cat calling, mentions of violence, mentions of harassment

Just a lil something I wrote after having two weird run ins with the same random guy in the past 36 hours :)

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

Dante shuts him down with humour, in such a suave and effortless way that only he could ever pull off. He’s not looking for a fight, and he knows you’re a big girl that can handle yourself just fine. If the cat caller continues to harass you, he’s gonna be in for a world of humiliation. No one does insults funnier than Dante, and this guy is about to find this out the hard way. Anyone walking by is going to be in for a show, some kid is inevitably going to start filming and a crowd is forming. He’s going to be all casual about it too, as he absolutely destroys the guy. Tearing someone a new asshole has never looked so effortless but what do you expect from the legendary demon hunter in red? When, and only when, he feels the guy has had enough, (namely when he’s crying) he’ll lazily sling his arm around your shoulder and steer you away from the creep, and the audience. You’re safe with Dante and there are no casualties! Unless you count your cat caller’s pride and self esteem.

Vergil

Vergil will not stand for you being disrespected in such a crude manner. Even if you are willing to just ignore the man and go on your way, Vergil is not. What kind of partner/friend would he be if he didn’t defend your honour? His anger is a flurry of ice and stone just underneath his skin, he stares the man down with cold eyes that promise endless suffering. He will not leave until the man apologises to you, which is, unsurprisingly, easy for Vergil to intimidate him into doing. A few well executed threats of disembowelment and that furious stare, and the man is basically begging for your forgiveness. After he has apologised for his actions, if you seem especially uncomfortable, Vergil will let the guy off with a warning. But if the creep hit a particularly sensitive nerve, things might escalate. Sure, Vergil’s days of raising towers and killing were over, but it is wise not to mess with a son of Sparda, and especially not mess with anyone he cares about. 

Nero

Nero doesn’t necessarily want to fight anyone, but if he sees someone treat you like anything less than the amazing human that you are… You will have to diffuse the situation yourself, because Nero sure as hell isn’t going to. He’s more than happy to add some fuel to this trash fire. If you grab onto his arm and gently pull at him, he’ll probably let you guide him away. But, say you are too slow and aren’t able to grab him. You’re going to be dragging him off of the guy, kicking and screaming. Nero is a hotheaded guy on a good day and extremely protective of you. On a good day you’ll be able to coax him out of a physical confrontation, but he won't be happy about it. Count on him grumbling about the degenerate for the rest of the day. And on a bad day? You'll probably have to bail him out of jail.  Just the facts, babe.

Lady

Lady doesn’t consider herself to be especially overprotective. She trusts you to take care of yourself, and knows that you’ll tell her if anything bothers you. But when some creep approaches you in the street and begins leering down at you and making inappropriate comments, she definitely considers all the difference ways she could murder take care of him. Of which there are many (her favourite being death by rocket launcher), As a woman, she has dealt with her fair share of cat callers and oftentimes they leave the scenario with broken fingers. She isn't about to let this scumbaggery slide! Your cat caller messed with the wrong person, because Lady is putting him in his place– in the dirt where he belongs. If all he did was cat call, he'll be lucky enough to escape with only a few injuries and promises of hell to come if she sees him again. If he went even further… pray for him. You're gonna be patching up her poor, bruised knuckles later. 

~ 🖤

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[ddarker-dreams]

Stalemate. Yan Kaeya x Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, and mentions of alcohol. Word count: 3k. 

You never understood the appeal of training dummies.

In the midst of a heated battle, it goes without saying that your enemy won’t remain perfectly stationary, oh so generously offering infinite openings to attack. Some might say that at the very least, it helps instill the basics. You would argue otherwise. The resistance of cutting through wood with your blade is nowhere near the same as slicing through flesh and bone. This aversion led you to never use this section of the Knight’s expansive training ground. That, and Ellin had a tendency to hover about the place like it was her secondary home. She’d sooner talk her opponent’s ear off than land a clean hit.

Fortunately for you, she’s currently nowhere to be seen. You have the entire location to yourself. And this mindless task of committing a frontal assault on an inanimate object is just the outlet you need.

For tonight, you will either be putting an end to your most pressing problem or birthing a new litany of them.

This restlessness borne from fear of the unknown is new in its sheer intensity. The only other touchstone you have to compare this trepidation would be the night before a pressing mission, when sleep becomes an elusive mistress. At least then the parameters could be understood without much fuss — the stakes painted in black and white. You’d either fail or succeed. The same could not be said for this endeavor. No matter how much foresight you employed or the long hours you dedicated to planning, the ‘enemy’ in this case is too fickle to define. Not for a lack of trying on your part. You did your research, as understanding your opponent is the most basic tenet to any fight.

Treasure hoarders want profit. The Fatui desire diplomatic gains. Hilichurls are territorial. Simple, simple. Any deviations from this were still branches on the same tree. They never totally departed from these common values.

The same could not be said for Kaeya Alberich. You’d classify him as an anomaly. And it’s just your luck that this anomaly happens to be what you’re forced to deal with.

The next hit you land on the crude dummy sends it catapulting across the ground.

You blink, shifting your stance from offensive to neutral. The wood all but shatters like glass upon its unceremonious tumble, pieces breaking off and scattering in multiple directions. You hadn’t intended to use too much force for this very reason. The mere thought of his name must’ve been enough for your muscles to use everything they have. Sighing quietly, you resign yourself to your fate of picking up jagged wood and earning multiple splinters for your trouble. If this was a premonition of things to come, you might just call it an evening and give up prematurely. Sure, it’s likely he’ll pester you for changing your mind, but him being irritating isn’t anything you haven’t dealt with already—

“I hope you weren’t imagining me as that dummy.”

So much for the option to retreat.

“Captain Kaeya,” you greet. The respect such a title implies is nowhere present in your tone. “You’re late.”

He saunters toward you with a smile that promises anything he says next is going to sound like nails on a chalkboard. “And you’re destroying the Knights of Favonius’ property. I hate to say it, but given our recent budget cuts, that might just be a worse infringement.”

“Deduct it from my salary then,” is all you care to say on the subject.

Unsurprisingly, he makes no effort to help you in collecting the scattered pieces. You gather the worst of it and place the pile on some nearby crates. Unabashedly curious as ever, he follows your every movement, not even bothering to act busy to justify his idling.

You wonder at what point he decided to do away with the chivalrous act he once loved to use. To your knowledge, your attitude toward him has never changed; so that couldn’t have been the trigger. The best hypothesis you could come up with is that once he saw acting charming didn’t get him anywhere, he didn’t see the need to put in much effort. Hence his current blasé attitude. When it’s just the two of you present, you treat him the same as one would their pet cat who has made a habit of knocking over their owner’s potted plants. Something in between dismay and minor disappointment.

You save the pieces that are near him for last.

It’s only when you have no choice but to approach that he feigns benevolence, picking up the last obliterated dummy remnant and holding it out like an olive branch. You’re rightfully hesitant to take it, for when you try, he moves away at the very last second. It isn’t unexpected so much as it is annoying.

“I’ve been holding my breath in anticipation all day,” melodramatic as his phrasing might be, you feel it’s not a total exaggeration. “I barely managed to get anything done ever since you paid me a visit with such an unexpected request. Couldn’t you have had mercy and done it a bit later on?”

“I didn’t realize you were so easily distracted.”

“Me either,” Kaeya chuckles. You do not. “Well? Will my patience be rewarded at long last?”

You cross your arms over your chest. He had some audacity to complain after being two hours late for the time he agreed to meet you. Nonetheless, getting flustered over his insolence so early on would be playing right into his hands.

It’s with this in mind that you reveal the reason you asked to meet him after your workday’s completion. “I’d like to accompany you back to your home.”

For quite possibly the first time since you’ve had the displeasure of making him acquaintance, Kaeya seems taken off guard. This surprise is but a momentary flash of lightning in the sky, over and done with as soon as it appeared. Similar to you, he doesn’t like to give away more with his expressions than he has to. The slight slip in his façade is a rare treat that you all but devour.

Kaeya hums, then places the last wood fragment in your now outstretched hand. “Not even going to bother asking me out to dinner first? I’m starting to get why they say romance is dead. That’s far from classy, [First].”

“What I intend to discuss,” you start, the temptation to turn your back so you wouldn’t have to see his self-satisfied face overwhelming, “Is not something I figured you want the public to overhear.”

This proclamation is, without a doubt, the boldest you’ve ever dared to be with your conniving Cavalry Captain. The ground you’re treading is uncharted territory. Throughout his months of schemes, you’ve allowed yourself to be pushed and pulled in multiple directions, only putting up enough resistance to not fall entirely. There was precious little else you could do in your predicament. He knew it, you knew it; you’re certain the mutual understanding brought him great pleasure. So for you to offer resistance even in the slightest is a treat you intend to cherish.

An enigmatic twinkle gleams in his eye. “And what do you mean by that, I wonder?”

Kaeya wants to see how far you’ll go and what boundaries you’ll traipse the lines of. In other words, he’s taking you seriously. Before, you were traipsing the line of no return. Testing the waters. You’ve taken the plunge, and in doing so, reduced your options to drowning or somehow clawing back to the surface.

Unfortunately for him, you’ve never been one to sink so easily.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Shall we?”

Before you can start in the direction of his apartment, he shakes his head, giving you pause.

“As tempting as you inviting yourself over to my home may be, I personally feel I have nothing to hide. So why not take me up on the aforementioned dinner instead? We can go over all the juicy details.”

You assess him without bothering to be discreet. What is he getting at? Surely, he must have some idea of where this conversation is headed, there was no one who could read in between the lines better than Kaeya. The plan hinged upon being able to put all your cards on the table. Would you be able to do that in a public setting? You thought you were prepared to make concessions tonight, you just hadn’t expected to start so early.

A few long seconds pass while you debate your options. Eventually, you give in, determination burning anew to make the best of the unexpected change.

“... You’re treating.”

“Gladly,” his gait and tone are far too leisure for your liking. It all but screams that he’s already getting what he wants, a precedent you don’t want to be set. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t?”

-

Angel’s Share is undeniably Kaeya’s turf.

No one bats an eyelash at his special request for a table somewhat removed from the boisterous crowd. There’s enough privacy that you cannot justify backing down from your original goal, yet you’re in the public eye enough to make you question just where this confidence of his is coming from. And more importantly, if it’s deserved, or a false display of bravado to throw you off guard. You’ve yet to arrive at a conclusion.

The dinner has passed without major incident, lukewarm exchanges on your part and provocative comments on his. He does most of the talking while you give replies short enough to hinge on impoliteness. If this bothers him, you’d never be able to tell, for he speaks with enough enthusiasm to put a seasoned bard to shame.

It isn’t until he finishes up his third glass of Death After Noon that the real business for the evening is broached. “You can come out and say it whenever.”

The invitation is far from necessary — you were ready to do just that whenever the timing felt right.

“As you wish,” you take the posture of a diplomat preparing for heated negotiations. Squaring your shoulders, setting your mouth in a straight line, and maintaining unflinching eye contact. He might be acting dull from alcohol, but you know better than to believe such an obvious bluff. He’s sharp enough to cut should you not be careful.

“I want you to stop interfering with my career and my life. I want to be allowed on the field again, not cooped up in the Knight’s headquarters doing menial chores where I’m no use to anybody. I am not a maid or a servant. I understand that I joined the Knights later in life than most, but I believe the wealth of knowledge I’ve accrued is being wasted,” you steeple your fingers. “So… it’s with this in mind that I offer you a proposition.”

He doesn’t bother hiding that you’ve piqued his interest.

“Do tell.”

“I’ll be yours in every sense of the word. That is what you want, isn’t it? Complete and total dominion over me? Well, you’ll finally get what you want. Without resistance, without complaint. Just… Kaeya, please. Let me be of actual use to Mondstadt again. The world is getting scarier. Our Grand Master is off on an expedition with no return date. We can’t keep playing this game when people’s lives are on the line.”

When preparing for this moment, you thought you might falter. That despite your battle-hardened nerves, this would be the insurmountable obstacle you’d have no hope of overcoming. It wasn’t just your pride that you were trampling on. It was your life. After spending numerous hours tossing and turning in your bed, searching for some magical solution that’d make this scourge disappear, you found nothing. No easy way out of this maze he’s trapped you in for his own twisted entertainment.

If there was anything being a fighter your entire life taught you, it was how to choose your battles. You couldn’t keep fighting this one.

There are no quips or attempts to lighten the atmosphere, as is typical of the Cavalry Captain. You search his impassive countenance for any clues to know what might come next. Whatever tempest rages in the wasteland of his mind remains a mystery to you. He regards you, his usual coy smile gone. It’s in that instance that you wonder what feels worse: when Kaeya takes you seriously, or when he doesn’t. Both spelled special forms of disaster. The main difference is that you understood the latter far more than the former.

“You really are something special,” he finally admits. You hold your breath in the seconds that follow. “You’ve shown me so little of yourself for the longest time, it’s hard not to feel spoiled after hearing all this. There’s more to you for me to discover than I imagined.”

Your next words are chosen very carefully, like a merchant seconds away from potentially scoring the biggest sale of his life. “Then keep discovering more, Kaeya. You won’t if we keep playing the same game. I’ll make sure of it.”

“The same game…” he muses, testing the term on his tongue. The skin beneath his eyes crinkles. “While I can respect most of what you’ve said, that is where I’ll have to disagree, sweetheart. What we’re playing now is different from what it used to be. Granted, you haven’t bent nearly as much as most would in your situation, but is this not proof that not even you can continue to withstand the pressure?”

Kaeya leans in closer, whether for intimidation or intimacy’s sake, you don’t know. What you do know is that you refuse to cower away.

“I see no reason why I should drastically change our little dynamic that I do so enjoy. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, or the people who inhabit it. They can make do without you. I cannot. Or, to be blunt, I’d prefer not to.”

Frustration boils like a cauldron forgotten over a fire, threatening to spill out and scald everything in the vicinity. You part your lips, then close them just as fast, eyeing the clear amusement on his face. Loath as you are to admit it, he’s right that you’ve shown him the most you ever have about yourself tonight. You’ve offered the tiniest peak into a treasure trove that’s remained otherwise locked. When he stepped in to prevent your transfer to another unit, you said nothing. The times he interfered with you receiving a well-deserved promotion, you’d walk past him in the hallway as if nothing ever occurred. Assignments to dust offices, organize library books, deliver letters, all of these orders meant to rile you up were met with apathy.

You didn’t want to give in then and you’d be damned if you gave in now.

“... Very well,” a Ruin Guard’s robotic rumblings boast more vibrancy than your voice. The jewels he so desperately seeks won’t be put on display so easily again. If he denies you what you want, then you’ll deny him the satisfaction of witnessing your indignation. Simple as that.

He observes you as you sip away at your ice water, an eyebrow raised. “Not gonna try to sell me on the idea anymore?”

“If you want to phrase it that way, then yes,” you shrug.

“Personally, I’d love to hear how you’d phrase it.”

“I’m sure you would, Captain,” another sip. Your grip on the glass is tight but your voice is not. You relax your posture, sinking back into the uncomfortable wooden chair as if it were a throne. When referring to him as his title again rather than his name, a little detail that you know he cares about no matter how hard he tries to hide it, you thought about changing your intonation. Placing extra stress on Captain so that he could feel but an ounce of your spite. You decided that even that would be giving him too much.

Your self-control is rewarded, for he sighs, though the impish smile never leaves his face. It might as well be carved into his flesh from how often you see it.

“You’re breaking my heart here, [First]. I thought we were getting somewhere.”  

“We were,” you agree. “Now we’re not.”

“And what a shame that is.”

“Hm.”

Kaeya beckons for the waiter, presumably to ask for another drink. You were entertaining the thought of dessert before, but your Captain has the unique ability to wipe away your appetite. From your perspective, there’s no point in wasting your time and hanging out any longer with your original goal all but six feet under. The laughter, singing, and occasional crash from drunkards bumbling about have long lost their dwindling charm. For propriety's sake, you don’t storm off or make a scene. You have every intention of remaining until the waiter scurries over so that you can voice a pressing question on your mind.

“I hope you aren’t too upset with me, [First],” he really sounds like he means it too, but you know better. “If you don’t mind my saying so, I think it was a productive evening. This has given me an opportunity to learn more about you. And well, there’s nothing more valuable to me than that.”

While it’s true that he’s learned more about you, the sentiment goes both ways; you feel you understand him better as well. Namely, his priorities, but more important than that, the full extent of what he wants from you. Everything may not have turned out how you wanted, yet you can say with confidence that your opponent is becoming less of a mystery.  

The waiter approaches your table, his apprehension at the tense atmosphere apparent. He was wise in speaking mostly to Kaeya and acting like you didn’t exist. Kaeya requests another drink as you predicted, but before the waiter could make his swift departure, he thrusts the spotlight onto you.

“What about you, [First]? Any other special requests?”

“Actually, there is one thing I wanted to ask for.”

“Be my guest then.”

The softest smile settles on your lips as you turn to face the nervous waiter.

“Please bring the check when you get the chance. Oh, and do me a favor too. Make sure that it’s separate.”

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[jahayla-parker]

writing prompt: “I mean, what did you expect?” “Nothing. And I was still disappointed.” for character of choice

Disappointed : Prompt Preference

Description: (individual word counts by character/fic below) “I mean, what did you expect?” “Nothing. And I was still disappointed.” Prompt, angst.

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, break ups, fights/arguments, disappointment, no fluffy endings

Order:

Kaz Brekker x Reader: 479 wc

Peter Parker x Reader: 913 wc

Jesper Fahey x Reader 1,149 wc

Disappointed: Kaz Brekker

“Kaz, seriously?” Y/n groaned, staring across the table at him.

His eyes infinitesimally glanced up at her with no emotion showing in them.

She shook her head and huffed loudly as he quickly looked back at the papers on his desk.

“Brekker” she scolded, glaring at the top of his head.

“I’m busy y/n” he responded firmly, grip tight on his writing device.

She rolled her eyes as she rhetorically asked “when aren’t you?”.

Kaz’s jaw twitched as he briefly closed his eyes, “is there something you want to say?”

“Of course there is that’s the whole point we’re fighting” y/n snapped.

“We’re fighting, are we?” He retorted with a nonchalant tone.

“You’re unbelievable” y/n scoffed, digging her fingernails into her palm.

“I don’t have time for this” Kaz stated in annoyance.

“You never do Kaz” she said softly, before she raised her voice and firmly added “clearly”.

Kaz ignored the voice in his head telling him to stop pushing away the one person who cared for him and put up with him.

That voice wasn’t Kaz Brekker, it was Kaz Rietveld.

And Kaz Rietveld was dead.

Kaz Brekker couldn’t let that naive boy come back and take over.

Not when he was so close to taking down his next target.

Besides, there was one thing Kaz Rietveld and Kaz Brekker could agree on.

And that was that y/n deserved better than what Kaz Brekker could offer her.

Maybe it was better this way.

It would be her choice to leave.

“You’re such an ass. It’s not like I was expecting much from you, and yet..!” She groaned when he stayed silent, “ugh. Saints!”.

Kaz let out a judgmental sigh, “I mean, what did you expect?”

She glared at him, “nothing. And I was still disappointed”.

Kaz rolled his eyes before staring back down at his scattered papers.

Y/n nodded to herself as she forced herself to choose to walk away.

To choose herself this time.

Kaz’s eyes lifted to her form as she turned to leave.

He slowly stood up, being sure to make as little noise as possible.

Not that it likely even mattered, he sensed he had pushed too hard this time.

While he knows he’d told himself he’d be fine with her leaving…

The rush of panic and pain in his heart proved otherwise.

She hadn’t even confirmed if the thing between them was truly over or if she just needed space.

And yet, he felt he couldn’t breathe.

Kaz limped to the door, pausing in the doorway as he watched y/n shake her head to herself as she continued walking away.

He took a deep breath hoping to destroy the sensation he felt before he turned back around to enter his office.

Perhaps she was hoping he’d follow her.

Perhaps Kaz Rietveld would.

Perhaps he, Kaz Brekker, should.

But, what was one more disappointment?

Disappointed: Peter Parker

Y/n pushed herself off the damp grass, stretching her limbs.

She futilely made herself look around the park one last time before she’d begin her journey home.

As her eyes scanned the area and unsurprisingly came up empty, she sighed.

She unlocked her phone and confirmed there were no texts from her boyfriend, who had stood her up yet again.

Y/n angrily locked the device and shoved it and her cold hands into the pockets of her sweater.

Normally she’d be wearing Peter’s hoodie, especially on a night like this as it was far more comfortable and warm.

It smelling like him was just an added bonus.

However, lately she stopped stealing his hoodie.

She no longer wanted to wear something of his as a means of comfort when he was the reason she needed comforting in the first place.

Y/n had lost track of how many times it had been lately that he’d refused to actually show up on their scheduled date night.

She was past being frustrated and was more disappointed and hurt than anything else.

The constant sounds of people, emergency services, taxis, and all the other New York notices flooded her ears as she walked through the night.

The irony of her situation is that Peter used to be concerned about her walking alone at night, so much so he’d scold her for it.

Yet, when he hadn’t shown for their date tonight, she had no choice.

She surely wasn’t going to call him.

She’d already had discussed his no shows with him and it hadn’t improved.

So instead, she kept her eyes alert despite the heaviness of them and watched her surroundings closely.

As she crossed the crosswalk just down the street from her apartment, her peripheral vision caught movement on her left.

Y/n clenched her fist and turned around sharply to face the person/object.

It took a moment for the lamppost nearby to light the street enough to see who was standing several feet from her.

Even then her eyes needed a second to adjust.

That’s when she unraveled her fist and turned around just as sharply as before.

“Y/n!” Peter, or Spider-Man to be precise since he was still in his suit, called out behind her.

She ignored him and silently continued her quest to reach the comfort of her warm home.

“Hey,” he chuckled, running to catch up, “what’s wrong?”.

Y/n couldn’t even muster the strength to look at him, instead holding her head high and staring straight ahead as she kept walking.

“Whhhaaat?” Peter wined, moving erratically by her side to get her attention.

He huffed, “fine don’t tell me, but what did we discuss about you walking alone at night? I know you’re strong but still, you might find yourself in a situation wh-“

She froze, letting him take a step ahead and spin to stand before her.

“The only reason I would have found myself in such a situation is because of you” she declared.

“What?” He asked with a head tilt.

“You were supposed to meet me at the park!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh yeah, no I know, but-“ he began

“You didn’t forget?” She asked in a much lower register.

Peter shook his head “course not, I just got tied up”

“Every night? It’s been weeks of this” she argued with a shake of her own head.

He could see the the sadness in her and he frowned.

“I.. well I can’t control when I get done, bu-“ he began.

“Tell me this. After you finished with whatever case or guy you were dealing with that made you late already for the date, did you take on another call or head out after that?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Peter looked guilty as he shuffled his feet quietly.

She huffed in annoyance as she rolled her eyes at him.

“I’m a superhero, y/n! I mean, what did you expect?” Peter yelled but instantly regretted it.

With a look of disgust on her face, she took a deep breath.

Y/n stared into his eyes as she responded, “nothing. And I was still disappointed. I didn’t ask for anything from you other than to be there just once. I even let you chose the day and time and place... I prepare everything for it, I handle the surprise aspects. I didn’t expect anything. Not even tonight.”

“What do you mean?” He asked cluelessly, “you didn’t expect me to show up?”

“I have learned not to expect anything from you anymore, Peter. I don’t know who you are, but you’re not the boy I fell in love with. Not anymore. No, I didn’t even actually expect you to show tonight. And yet, hearing you say you didn’t forget but chose not to come and your careless excuses.., I was still let down in the end” she complained.

“Y/n, look, I can fix this” Peter pleaded, his heart racing.

“No you can’t, you keep saying that and nothing changes. That’s just it .., I stopped even expecting that to change. So I’m done. I expected nothing and I was still disappointed” she cut him off.

She turned around and resumed her walk home.

Peter scoffed, “Where are you going?”

He knew he had really messed up when she refused to even turn to him before responding.

Her last words swallowed him whole as she walked away from him...

“I’m done being disappointed and the only way to do that is to leave”.

Disappointed: Jesper Fahey

“Inej said you needed to speak to me” Kaz stated, looking up from his desk as y/n stood before him upon being summoned.

“Oh.. umm.. I..”y/n mumbled, uncertain if she should be telling Kaz.

She doubted he’d even care, much less offer advice or help.

But Inej seemed to disagree.

To be fair, y/n and Kaz were fairly close.

Much less than Inej and Kaz of course, but she was still closer than most people were to the Bastard of the Barrel.

“Was she mistaken?” Kaz questioned with an exasperated raise of his eyebrow.

“I doubt there’s anything you can do about it so..” y/n shrugged.

Kaz scoffed, pushing his mess of papers away from him as he leaned closer, “try me”.

“It’s getting even more out of hand” y/n whispered, not looking at Kaz.

He hummed in understanding, “predictably”.

“I know, Kaz” she sighed, throwing herself into the chair on the opposite of his desk, “but it’s not my job to fix him or this for him. I’ve tried to be there while he does the work himself, but now it’s impacting my finances as well”.

“Jesper does not always think before he acts. You chose to accept his marriage proposal. Ketterdam sees that as an agreement to accept the financial burden of the other person, y/n. You know that” Kaz pointed out bluntly.

Y/n merely nodded her head, staring at her lap.

“I mean, what did you expect?” Kaz shook his head, his own frustrations with Jesper rising.

“Nothing. And I was still disappointed” y/n said, “it’s his struggle and while I’ll be there for him, it’s not my place to reprimand him. But I’m disappointed and irritated because I can’t even afford to buy anything anymore”.

“He’s using your kruge?” Kaz questioned with a sharp tone.

“No, of course not” she defended her fiancé, “but..”

She took a deep breath, “last week I went to grab Nina a waffle from that one vendor by the docks? And, he refused to serve me unless I first paid him what Jesper owed him”.

“Owed? As in past tense? You paid him” the last part of Kaz’s response wasn’t a question; he knew.

She nodded, “I don’t want him in danger because he owes money to these people. Besides, Nina was really sad and needed a pick me up”.

Kaz rolled his eyes, “she’d survive without a waffle, y/n. Nonetheless, it’s paid now then, yes?”

She nodded again, “that person is. But, then a few days ago, I tried to go to the bookstore to grab a used paperback, and it happened again”.

Kaz groaned, gloved hand running down his face in anger.

“You are engaged now, I know you said you expected nothing, but clearly that’s not true” Kaz stated, trying to be helpful.

Y/n shook her head slowly, “I guess I wasn’t expecting anything to change though”.

Kaz nodded, taping his gloved fingers on his desk, “that’s understandable”.

She huffed and stared at the cracked ceiling, “what do I do?”.

“I don’t know” Kaz confessed, having tried to figure out the solution to jespers gambling addiction for years.

Her eyes snapped back down to look at him in shock; Kaz rarely lacked an answer or solution, and he certainly never admitted it when it would happen.

“Fantastic” she sighed.

“You can call off the engagement” Kaz stated and although even Kaz knew it was harsh, they both knew he was trying to address his lack of an answer with the only clear option.

She shook her head, “I still love him”.

“I did not say you didn’t” Kaz pointed out.

“It’s only been a few weeks, how are you going to handle years of this?” Kaz asked when she didn’t respond.

She took a deep saddened breath as she tried to shake her constant doubts from her mind.

Kaz sensed someone’s presence outside of his door; Jesper by the sound of his footsteps.

Kaz held his hand up to signal to y/n not to talk due to the new lack of privacy.

But y/n wasn’t looking at him and her mind wasn’t truly present anymore.

So, she sighed loudly as she admitted the words that physically hurt her to voice out loud.

“I don’t know that I can, Kaz. I love Jesper! But, this is too much. I don’t know if I can do years of this. I expected nothing. Yet I was, and am still, disappointed nearly daily” y/n said guilt stabbing at her for admitting this.

Kaz mumbled something just as his door swung open loudly.

“Y/n?” Jesper’s shocked voice called out as he stepped into the room.

Y/n widened her eyes as she glanced between Kaz and Jesper.

“Do what?” Her fiancé asked, his voice cracking as his fearful eyes searched her sorrowful ones for an explanation to what he’d overheard.

Y/n shook her head as tears filled her eyes.

“Y/n” Jesper choked, shakingly nearing her.

“I want to Jes, but it’s a lot and I can’t help but feel… disappointed” she whimpered.

As Jesper looked to Kaz for help, the anger and exasperation in his friend’s face and the knowing look he gave him told Jesper everything he needed to know.

Jesper sucked in a sharp breath of air as he shut his eyes in guilt and hung his head.

“In me?” Jesper asked softly.

“What?” Y/n asked barely above a whisper.

“You said you’re disappointed. In me?” He wondered as his eyes fluttered up towards hers.

She didn’t respond, but her reluctance and apologetic facial expressions answered for her.

Yes.

I don’t want to be but, yes.

Jesper let out a shaky breath as he pulled himself together.

He nodded once and left the room.

Y/n looked to Kaz who just shrugged and went back to the papers on his desk.

After she took a few minutes to collect her thoughts, y/n stood and left Kaz’s office.

“Inej” y/n called upon seeing the Suli girl at the end of the stairwell.

“Ah y/n, did Kaz offer anything?” She asked.

Y/n bit her lip and looked down at a loss for words.

“Have you seen Jesper?” Yn asked as she composed herself.

“He’s at the… tables” Inej sighed.

“Right now?” Y/n asked, the all too familiar pang in her chest starting again.

“Yes” her friend answered with a sympathetic sigh.

As y/n walked closer to the ledge until she could see the scene, she felt her heart break even more.

Once again, there Jesper was at the table gambling money he didn’t even have.

Once again, y/n felt herself grow more dissatisfied with her situation; their situation.

But this time she had to make a change.

The words from her interaction with Kaz earlier echoed in her head as she buttoned up her jacket and exited the building.

“I mean, what did you expect?”

“Nothing. And I was still disappointed”

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[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 4 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

To the Death

Synopsis

"He can't be alive..."

After a last, futile fight-back against the Daleks, Lucie, Susan and Alex are heading home to England in the desperate hope of saving the Doctor's life. But the true, terrible nature of the Daleks' plan is beginning to emerge and the Monk has blood on his hands.

To defeat the Daleks, it can only be a struggle... to the death.

Propaganda

Lucie Bleedin' Miller! (anonymous)

Unnatural History

Synopsis

""They called it the Millennium Effect"", said the Doctor. ""But the millennium was only beginning.""

San Francisco has changed since the start of 2000. The laws of physics keep having acid flashbacks. There are sightings of creatures from outside our dimensions, stranded aliens and surrealist street performers. The city has become a mecca for those who revel in impossible creatures — and those who want to see them pinned down and put away.

Sam's past is catching up with her — a past she didn't know she had. The Doctor is in danger of becoming the pièce de résistance in a twisted collection of creatures. And beneath the waters of the Bay, something huge is waiting.

With time running out, the Doctor must choose which to sacrifice — a city of wonders, or the life of an old and dear friend.

Propaganda

You too want to read a full novel explanation of why Dr Who canon is Like That (hint: it's little assholes who opt to look like 10 year olds wearing skull masks). Also unicorns in San Francisco. Unsurprisingly does feature Fitz being astoundingly gay for 8. (@eighthdoctor )

The villain of the week wants the Doctor to have a consistent backstory. This is bad because it’s not Doctor Who without plotholes and inconsistencies. Plus, it was published in 1999 (?) and there’s a line about how Gallifrey is always destroyed and un-destroyed. They didn’t even know… (anonymous)

#round 4

[onedismay]

Mass Effect Tag Game

Stole this thing from @messydiabolical. :)c Anyone is welcome to steal it from me as well!

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I am a fan since: Forgot what year it was but I remember ME2 had already been out for a while before I bought ME1. But I caught up quickly and got to experience the release of the Arrival DLC in real time. :D

Favourite game of the series?: It's hard to pick between 1 and 2, but I'll say 2 because the concept of loyalty missions is MY JAM. Also ME2 is my favorite graphics-wise, it's got that high contrast I love so much. (hate the simplified skill trees though)

MShep or FShep?: Most of my Sheps are fSheps because the character creator for mSheps isn't versatile enough for me. :( Where's the long hair! Let me look impractical!

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: I might slightly prefer Earthborn. I enjoy playing characters who've had a rough start in life and made some bad decisions, but grew up to become decent people anyway.

Biotics or Tech: Can't pick, I like variety!

Paragon or Renegade: peace for everybody in the galaxy :') But I reeeaally love the Renegade eyes so I do have some mean Sheps as well.

Favourite Class: I used to main the Infiltrator class but in my most recent run I really enjoyed the Adept. Hard to pick a favorite but I do know my favorite class is NOT the Sentinel, it always feels clunky to me somehow.

Favourite Companion: Tali or Javik. Kaidan and Thane are nearby too. Tali's character development feels very natural and wonderful to me on every playthrough and I always love to see it. Javik is a fave because he's haunted and completely alone and that combo always hooks me like, I MUST see to it that this sad man has at least one nice thing in his life.

Least favourite Companion: It's the writers' fault but Liara. It gets really old when the same companion treats you like her love interest in all 3 games no matter what. I haaaate forced hugs in roleplaying games, don't put me through that, it'll ruin the character for me.

My squad selection: In my most recent playthrough it was unsurprisingly Javik and Tali. But I also ran with Vega quite often in the early game and I kinda missed him in the end game, haha.

Favourite In-game romance: Kaidan, especially with mShep because I really enjoy a slow burn of several years. 🔥

Other pairings I like: I am motioning at my blog and presenting to you Tazzik and the Shadow Broker...... no i don't have anything else to offer at this time

Favourite NPC: I like all these shady-ass salarians like Anoleis and Jaroth and Maelon and Linron (yes) (no i'm not defending her, i just find mean characters interesting sometimes) and Chorban and probably others. Valern isn't all that shady but still a fave. Charn! And Balak, I always look forward to finding out how my Shepard reacts to him. Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib I always loved you and I knew you were the best admiral before ME3 ever happened

Favourite Antagonist: the Shadow Broker, I was so into the mystery in ME1 and man I was not disappointed when we got the reveal. I would have loved to learn more about his early life.

Favourite Mission: ME2's Suicide Mission because I lovvve how it's a culmination of all your previous actions. It felt really scary and chaotic on my first playthrough and like anything could happen. Now I know all the mechanics so nothing surprises me, but I still look forward to seeing every little detail play out.

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Tali. Also Mordin. And Samara, ugghhh I love Omega and I love playing bait uwu

Favourite DLC: Hmmm I love about half of LotSB very much but I might like Bring Down the Sky more as a whole? The mood is great, it's not super long, and nothing about it annoys me. :D I've only played the Leviathan DLC once so far so I'm not confident enough to call it a fave yet but I liked it a lot, too.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I just wanted an ending where we finally talk the Reapers down and they go "yeah u right actually, let's not fight anymore. :( handshake?". All this star child borderline magic stuff is kinda goofy to me. I've picked Destroy almost every time tho.

Favourite Weapon: Recently enjoyed the Blood Pack Executioner... Historically I've probably used the Widow the most. Also I LOVE the way the Revenant looks but I can't stand using it myself lmao. My hand hurts just thinking about it.

Favourite Place: nnnoooo there's so many good places. I adore the Shadow Broker's ship, first of all. Such a cool concept. Noveria for the snow and miserable people. Feels like home. I loved visiting the Migrant Fleet! But my absolute favorite place is probably Omega because it's so rough yet there's still a weird sense of community.

A quote I like: The first that came to mind is "I have a home." Idk, I don't really remember quotes unless they're repeated over and over and by that point I start hating them.

#mass effect

[brendinoj]

The true reason why Itachi was right/justified - The best answer

https://youtu.be/9vxHV5mg6JM - This is a video I also made on the subject that breaks it down even further and explains my points much more easily and I'd appreciate it if you watched and gave me some feed back on not only my argument but video production as well

BUT for the reddit short version. A few days ago I made a post that seemed to take off in the sub about Itachi and it didn't have anything to do with whether he was right or wrong in his decision in massacring his clan but unsurprisingly that's what it led to and the opinions like always are very mixed but people have extremely poor arguments on both sides and more often than not let their own world view and emotions come into their decision making when it should in fact be viewed from the not only the world the Naruto universe is, mainly Konoha, but also their world as a whole, also who Itachi and why he holds the views he does and ultimately why he did what he did that night.

There's this misconception that Itachi is stupid or that he made the wrong choice because he's blood related to his clan, that the clan is his family and no matter what the result is that he should stand with them and fight against Konoha and even worse there are people who believe that the Uchiha clan can even win that battle in the first place. First and foremost, even if Uchiha had a chance to rebel they would get completely annihilated by the rest of Konoha shinobi, there's just too much riding against them but that's not to say that Konoha wouldn't have taken any major damage to Konoha and their forces; facing the Uchiha clan would definitely be an hard battle but in the end they are one clan vs many other clans such as Hyuga, Aburame, Akimichi, Nara, etc and other notable shinobi from Konoha such as Kakashi, a Younger Hiruzen, Danzo, Guy, Asuma, Kurenai, etc; they're not winning that battle and it's foolish to think otherwise.

That's not the main point but that plays into the next point. It's not about winning the battle against Konoha for Itachi, It's about the damage and domino effect it would cause. As said in the story a civil war of that magnitude breaking out in the leaf would surely cause severe damage and a great amount of casualties to not only the leaf but non shinobi as well. That damage would be a cause for concern because other nations would take advantage of the instability within the Konoha and attack, potentially destroying Konoha entirely and that's a high possibility especially when you look at relations of other villages with Konoha, especially the Cloud Village who are almost rivaling Konoha in power and to add on to that Konoha and Cloud didn't have the best relations during the time frame pre-4th great shinobi war; considering they tried to kidnap Kushina and Hinata. During the Kidnapping of Hinata, her father actually killed the Cloud ninja which resulted in his brother sacrificing himself, so to say their relations weren't great would be an understatement.

Itachi also adopted the will of fire and being a part of the anbu held it to a deeper extent but he also craved for peace among all else in his village because of the 3rd great shinobi war he was exposed to at the age of 4. He never wanted to experience anything like that again, especially within his village, that could lead to an even greater conflict and war. Itachi loved his family but he also loved his village, the village is also Itachi's family, remembering Hiruzen said Itachi thought like a Hokage at the age of 7 and that's the Hokage's mentality. The Hokage also possess the will of fire being the leader of their village it's unsurprising.

What is the will of fire? The Will of Fire is the notion that one must sacrifice and endure, that's what it means to be a shinobi, and sacrifice no matter what it is, if it leads to the greater good of the village then it was worth. That is the Will of Fire . As Hashirama said after killing Madara he's willing to kill his friend, family and even his own child if it's for the greater good of the village. This is literally Itachi's mindset. He loves his family dearly and he also loves his village but he knows that the village is more than his family. The village is his family as well and a larger portion at that. The Hokage looks at the entire village as their family, there are several references to Itachi being Hokage like, by Hiruzen, Danzo, Hashirama, and Sasuke. Remember what Minato said (also an Hokage) "To forsake one's country and one's village is the same as forsaking one's child", He says this to a dying Kushina about Naruto after sacrificing his son's upbringing for what? THE VILLAGE.

It's because of Itachi's experiences that he is this way and being in the anbu made him adopt it the Will of Fire to a further extent, as we know the anbu pretty much radicalize the Will of Fire to the most extreme level and are willing to do ANYTHING for the village, especially the anbu that take orders from who? You guessed it. DANZO. Who gave Itachi that choice? DANZO. Danzo knew Itachi's heart, while he spoke to Itachi in a manipulative tone, everything Danzo said was in fact true. and his actions are justified because there's are the actions a shinobi is supposed to take. Starting from the very first Hokage. This is why he is praised by Hashirama for being a better shinobi than him. This is how the Naruto world is and how it this question should be looked at.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

I got even more in depth in my video and actually touch on the themes of morality and ethics and this is all from the view of the Naruto universe and not our own. I feel like it's the best explanation of Itachi because there's no personal biases and just straight facts, but as always when it comes to such a topic, I know answers vary but Im ready and willing to argue any point.

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[tristayranambrosio]

Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 1

There was no subtle way of walking the Row unless you counted blending in, if anything was dependable on the streets of Silvermoon and the dregs of their society, it was that nothing stayed unscavanged long. The dilapidated remains of what had once been a Cabaret… and an adjoining florist’s shop had been closed off and marked for a renovation that would no doubt be delayed a few more years… squatters and addicts all huddling in the empty shells of what once was a place filled with the fledgling voice of a Bard that now stood at the once-Cabaret’s threshold.

He wore a hood to cover the mane of Magenta that would indicate his very existence in Silvermoon would be a war crime… but he risked the hood’s falling back to tilt his head up to gaze at what was once the candle Lit sign, “The Crimson Curtain” the tinted glass a shade of red with hints of violet, promising the attendees an evening of delight and indulgence in Nestor’s company, entertained for hours into the late night by the up-and-comming voices of a generation.

There was a moment… where He just stared at the sign and it came to life, and he heard the drums… the bass strings… the jovial call of Nestor followed by the deep chuckle of Palehoof’s warm comfort. The smell of oak and stone… and the pine of the darkest tresses of inky black curls that wreathed them when everyone else had closed up the stage.

“Hey Ona-Rose…”

The bard jolted out of his memory and pulled his hood around his head tighter, hiding the hair, his eyes, suddenly all too aware of the eyes of junkies and squatters, beggars, and vagabonds strung out of felweed and drink… The lights went dim and returned to the shadows of memories and echoes they had come from.

He stepped through the threshold pushing aside one of the loose boards that many a homeless elf had before him and stepped inside the once familiar space.

The echo of a gunshot rang in his ears… but he swallowed the thoughts, the memories, the chills and urge to turn away… his fingers were inky and starlit but the peel of shadows reached no further. Under the layers of dust the same fingers brushed away there were overturned tables, a once pristine marble bar-top that was purple veined in gold, shining only after The bard’s void tipped fingers brushed the dust and debris away.

“Ona?”

He shook his head a few times trying to dispel the voice again and wandered to the stage eyes glowing in the darkness, the torn and moth-eaten curtains from which the Cabaret took its name hung defiantly in what remained of the railings above… beneath them however was what the Bard sought.

He climbed the cracked steps onto the slightly raised dais and pulled the curtains off the part of the stage still covered, revealing that unsurprisingly… most of it all was gone… all but a broken drumstick… and caved in snare, and bent cymbal.

The bard retrieved the discarded pieces of what many would consider useless but he clutched each to his chest. His eyes streamed in silence for a moment, swallowing hard against the memories that threatened to resurface… the fight… the last words he spoke to the Dark haired Orc in anger, and hurt… the ultimatum that He did not regret posing… but wished now had not been the last ones he spoke.

The Bard looked at his reflection in his former drummer’s nearly destroyed instrument and whispered, “It’s okay… I’ll give them a new life. There is nothing to forgive my Oak-heart… I loved you too.”

All that answered him now was the creak of the old stage settling in the abandoned space. But he continued, “I’m getting married… heh… I know me… right?”

Silence.

“You’d like him… this is for him…”

There was a soft groan of the old arch over the stage.

“Thank you…”

The Void Elf stood giving the cabaret one last long look, a soft, melancholy filling in his eyes. Maybe one day he’d be back… maybe he’d buy the plot under a name so that no one could ever tear it down… lost in his thoughts his step off the stage sent him staggering forward a small marble or stone having rolled under the pad of his boot and sent him nearly tumbling over himself arms still full of what most would consider junk. He clattered with a clang of fallen cymbal and caved in snare cursing himself a klutz and pushed himself up determined to find what had tripped him, just as it rolled defiantly into his field of vision.

An Acorn.

He laughed then swept it into his hand smiling. An Acorn from the Old Oak. “Thank you… Jezza.”

Trist gathered his things, and slipped into the dark of the Row… to find the next missing pieces.

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[blackdragon-selfships]

Name: Megan L. Morian

Nicknames: Meg (common name), Pequeña Roja (by Muerte), (more to be revealed)

Age: Late 20’s onward

Occupation: Various jobs she can’t hold down because of things out of her control

Backstory

When Meg was a little girl she went to visit her grandparents who lived in the woods. On the way there she ran into a friendly woodcutter, but since he was a stranger and she was in a hurry, she didn’t stick around long. She then finally reached her grandparents’ house and was ready for a pleasant time with them, only for the woodcutter from earlier to arrive.

It turned out he had followed the little girl to her destination. It also turned out he was an infamous killer whom she had not had knowledge of being only a kid at this time. He proceeded to brutally murder Meg’s grandparents and take their valuables, then as he was about to finish the little girl off as well he heard someone else approach. So in a panic he stabbed her in the stomach and left her to bleed out as he made his escape.

As she lay there, dying but not aware of this fact, she saw the blurry form of a large wolf person (due to standing on two legs) in black in the now destroyed entryway to the house. His red eyes taking in the scene before falling on her. She didn’t remember much of their exchange after this, but she recalled vividly his words to her:

“Run home now, Pequeña Roja. Run all the way back home to your parents. Do not stop or I will catch you, and you will never see them again.” He told her firmly. “Show me how much you want to live.”

She wasted no time after this, as his words hit her and she was filled with fear. She ran home to her parents and told them what had happened.

Later she would tell others as well, but it soon became apparent no one else cared as much…for another little girl in a red cloak had gone through a similar tale. One involving a woodcutter and a wolf and a grandmother that almost was killed. Because of this, her story was dismissed as something made up to be like Little Red Riding Hood whose story was made famous. Meg’s own story was considered old news by those that did believe, and fake by most others.

Because of this, her grandparents’ deaths were dismissed by all but their loved ones, and Meg grew up to despise the man that did this. However, she could not spend all of her time thinking about him and revenge. She had to make an income somehow, so ended up working various jobs as her family was too poor for her to pursue any meaningful careers.

She ended up working at one of the smaller pubs in Duloc because of this. This is where she met the wolf from her childhood again…and where her journey begins.

Fun Facts:

-Wanted to pursue a career in studying animals (non-sapient or fairytale ones) or baking, but neither were possible

-Her hobbies include drawing and reading when she has time

-Her outfit is common for the pubs she usually works in. She can be seen in a uniform if one is provided, but otherwise she wears this one.

-The knife at her belt is for self-defense at her pub jobs and while in shadier areas. She has had to use it before, but only once.

-She has a scar where the killer that attacked her stabbed her as a kid. Muerte didn’t take her life, but he couldn’t heal her either when he spared her.

-Has PTSD from the day her grandparents were killed

-Doesn’t know what “Pequeña roja” means for a while…when she finds out she is at first offended.

(Why I did this can be found under the cut. Warning: Small spoilers to the movie are in it.)

I saw Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and it was amazing. Unsurprisingly, Death/El Lobo/the Wolf/whatever we call him was my favorite part. Every time he was on screen I was grinning like a fool, he was just so cool and those fight scenes with him… 👌 Perfection. Plus his final scene, which was what made him a great antagonist but not a villain character.

Don’t get me wrong…I didn’t want Puss to die, but I could not get over how amazing they handled Death and his part in the movie. It was so nice to see an animated film not shy from darker, more real themes like this.

Spoiler alert: This is a romantic shipping story with Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. I’m not the first, nor will I be the last, and if people can ship with Jack Horner happily, those of us that want to write romances with Death can too. This is just your warning.

And for those that have been here a long time: Aaravos is still my number 1. He’s the f/o that I imagine being with in my everyday life. Death the Wolf here is a character I’m writing and drawing for fun, not because I feel for him like I do Aary. But this is a good distraction for me while waiting for Aaravos’ source to come out with season 5…which may determine if I follow the series any further. :/

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[roughandtumble-r]

Both Issue 2 of Scrapnik Island and the Tails’ 30th Anniversary special came out a couple days ago, and we also got the first two preview pages for Issue 55 and the solicit for Issue 58, but I’ll start with Issue 2 of Scrapnik Island...

So it turns out the Tornado’s power source got destroyed when they crash landed onto the island, but Sigma knows that they can find one aboard the destroyed Death Egg, so he, Sonic, and Mecha Sonic go there to find one, and when they do, Sigma reveals that their goal is to eventually fix the Egg Carrier to get off the island as well...

Sigma then seperates from Sonic and Mecha Sonic so he can look for the part they need, but shortly afterward, Mecha Knuckles shows up and starts attacking them...

Sigma eventually succeeds in finding the part and regroups with the others, but Mecha Knuckles knocks him out before continuing to fight Mecha Sonic. Mecha Sonic however gets fueled by memories of his past and defeats Mecha Knuckles, but those memories have also brought back another part of him...

Moving over to the Tails’ 30th Anniversary Special, after Tails explains to Sonic what happens in Tails’ Skypatrol and the two of them meet the Witchcarters, Gruntilda- I MEAN Witchcart shows up and kidnaps Sonic...

Tails then comes up with a plan to beat each of the Witchcarters, and wacky antics ensue as he defeats all of them...

With them out of the way, Tails makes his way to Witchcart herself and frees Sonic before the two begin fighting, and unsurprisingly, Tails is victorious!

That’s it for Issue 2 of Scrapnik Island and the Tails’ 30th Anniversary Special, but we also got these first two preview pages for Issue 55 of the main series, which is set to come out on December 7th...

And finally, we also got a couple covers and the solicit for Issue 58, which is set to come out in March...

Sonic to Restoration HQ: Requesting backup immediately!The Eggperial City is too much for Sonic, Tangle, Whisper, and Lanolin to handle on their own, so it's Tails, Amy, Silver, and Blaze to the rescue! With two teams on the case, surely victory will be achieved without a hitch, right?!

#RoughandTumble-r #Sonic #IDW #SonicIDW #Sonic IDW #IDWSonic #IDW Sonic #SonictheHedgehog #Scrapnik Island #ScrapnikIsland #ScrapnikIslandIssue2 #Tails30thAnniversarySpecial