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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 4 months

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Your Optimus' Older sister, and he's always looked up to you even as a Prime headcannons

When Optimus was "born" you were still young, you could remember holding him

Basically you guys were inseparable since you were young

You helped him get through his schooling and a job at the archives actually

You were kinda like that embarssing mom, especially infront of Femmes you caught him glancing often

"Ooo is that your little-" "no! No! No!"

In an honest respect you both have each others back, you've been there for every big ceremony he's been apart of.

He told you about becoming a prime first

You were more than proud of him.

And even as a Prime he really still found you a roll model

Always looking up to you like he did when you were both younger, either it be in battle or in simply speaking.

Its unfortunate but you both broke apart with the wars final days

He to earth and you, well he didnt know exactly what had happened to you

He hadnt forgot about you, but pushed you to the back of his mind.

Maybe he hoped you'd find your way to him like all those times you did when he got lost as a youngling, telling him it'd be okay as he cried scared he had lost you forever

"I always come back. Don't I Orion?"

What a way to run back into each other, back on earth that is

Everyones shocked to be honest.

They had never known Optimus had a sister, none the less one so different from him.

Also. He showing a happy emotion? Its a good day

"Still light as ever I see!"

Not you picking him up in a hug, basically embarssing him.

The bots were glad to have another well rounded fighter

And Miko was just glad to meet another kick ass bot

"Optimus has a sister? And that sister is you?"

"Bam! Right on the dot! Me and ol Blue and Red here! Together again! Huh?"

Despite your outgoingness you do keep silent, they've realized Optimus started doing your little finger on the chin thing as you think

"I didn't think Femmes could be so tall."

"You're just mad because she's taller than you, Jackie."

Tall femme supremacy

"So! What did you do on Cybertron?" Miko asked happily.

"Do?" Y/n questioned hands on her hips, "what do you mean do?"

"I bet you were a Wrecker like Bulkhead and Wheeljack! Are you a prime?"

"Oh my occupation!" Y/n smiled as she thought, finger holding her chin in thought, "well i did a number of things, anything to get some energon on the table."

"I thought you and Orion lived in Iacon." Raffle spoke.

Y/n nodded, "We did. Didn't mean it was easy. I did do a number of things Im not proud of Anything for my little brother." Y/n answered with a smile.

"I was more than happy to ruin my own reputation and life to get him where he needed to be." Y/n spoke.

"Wow." Jack responded, "I'd wish I had siblings like you."

Y/n smiled with a nod, "never break up a set. I use to tell him that all the time."

Megatron? Terrified of you

Mostly because you've been able to kick his aft more than once in his life time

Picking up your injured brother

Protecting your injured brother

Taking the shot for your injured brother

Ratchet came out of base to even get Optimus immediate medical attention, but you snapped back and wouldn't let anyone touch him as you held him close

Ratchet knew you before hand so it was a bit helpful that he knew all the things you been through.

Arcee argues with you for it

"You could of gotten Optimus Killed!' She shouted at Y/n, pointing a demanding digit at Arcee.

"I know what Im doing. Back off!" Y/n demanded, "and don't point at me."

She slapped Arcee's servo away.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a liability! You don't help in anyway and disrespectful Optimus!"

"Disrespect? I'd kill myself before I ever disrespected my little brother-"

"Thats just it! He's a leader not your little brother! Not no more! He thinks your embarrassing!"

"Oh please." Y/n spoke

"You're just dead weight-"

"Thats enough!" Ratchet demanded pulling the two apart.

"If Orion thinks Im such of a dead weight. He can tell me. And I'll leave." Y/n spoke, "and I won't come back."

"His name is Optimus." Arcee argued.

"And thats where you miss." Y/n defended, "This isnt just a discussion about war. This'll be a discuss about family."

You ended up leaving after dicussing it with Optimus

"But Y/n I don't understand why you are leaving"

You didnt tell him what had happen.

"It's just best for the team. If you need me, Im a comn link away."

It's almost like a big sister going off to college, but instead of coming back after 4 years, you won't come back at all

Kinda just fell off the face of the earth again :(

He never did comn you, and you never did come back.

He felt as if he's disappointed you in some way

That could be the only reason you left in such a way

Sure though, he'd find you again on the feild.

In a cave specifically, slumped against a wall, sword at your side, dead cons around you.

Sure, you did defeat all the cons, evident by the slashed chasis, decapitications, and sliced off body parts.

Turns out just one too many injuries got you this time around.

How his spark ached seeing you in such a stature

Never to see you alive again, never able to repay such a debt he had as you being his big sister

It's even more unfortunate that he never learns of why you truly left

#tfp #transformers #transformersprime #tfp headcanons #optimus headcannons #tfp optimus prime #optimus x reader #transformers prime optimus #optimus prime #transformers optimus #tfp optimus

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lunarrumor · 3 months

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random valgrace headcanons

- leo cooks for jason all the time because he likes it (it reminds him of his mom and when she taught him how to make his favorite dishes) and his love language is most definitely gift giving because he’s not so good with words

- but one day leo was up all night working on some new machine (again) and jason decides he wants to give him a break so he tries to make some simple pasta. butttt they didn’t really have cooking lessons at camp jupiter and the water overflows and he burns the sauce and when leo gets back jason’s hair is mysteriously red and the kitchen looks like something exploded (it did. the sauce bubbled up and went everywhere)

- however they go camping together once and leo makes a fire and by the time he gets back from going to use the restroom jason has caught a wild bird and is frying it up

- leo makes jason random little trinkets all the time

- when leo and jason are having meals with the seven + reyna and nico they’ll tap messages to each other back and forth in morse code until annabeth gets annoyed by all the banging

- leo loves horror movies and jason hate hate hates them

- when jason gets drunk he likes using a lot of big words except he’s too drunk to use them correctly so he just hopes no one notices (leo does but doesn’t mention it…. without fail he’ll look at him and go “how r u so smart even when so drunk” and jason will give him a dopey smile)

- they go to college in new rome together and visit piper at her mortal school all the time

- they also got an apartment together because yeaa it might be moving fast but they totally didn’t move in together because they’re soulmates or whatever. naaaa it would js be silly not to right ? they shouldn’t *both* be paying rent when they’re gonna be at the same place *anywayss* and jason doesn’t cook and leo doesn’t clean so really it’s just a responsible roommate setup rigggght (aka the lie they tell themselves bc they really js wanna have the security of seeing each other everyday and live a wholesome life where they don’t have to worry if the next time they visit the other they’re not gonna be there anymore)

- but they’re both still worried to ruin the relationship because it’s so new and they’ve been pining for so long so they get separate rooms. except leo is always crawling into jason’s bed at night or jason is playing a movie in leo’s while he works (leo’s barely paying attention but jason likes doing it so he can sneak him snacks because leo has a habit of forgetting to eat while working. and every so often leo will make a goofy joke about the movie n he gets so amazed by how smart n funny leo is. n leo likes the background noise and jason’s little snorts when a character is being dumb. and mostly he just likes his presence. how they can just sit in silence together and without leo having to say anything jason will know how much he cares. how much he appreciates jason caring about him)

- and eventually leo just stops going back to his room, unless he’s working on something, because he likes the smell of jason and waking up with him and bothering him while he does schoolwork. his things slowly start appearing in jason’s room until he’s basically moved in and one day he comes home to jason rummaging through his drawers and he’s like uhh ??? and jason’s like ah rats i was gna surprise you….. i cleared out my closet and got a dresser so that you don’t have to keep going back and forth and i can totally put it back if u don’t want that i just thought maybe you might want to because you haven’t rlly slept here in so long anyway and…. and leo kisses him n grabs the pile of clothes and carries it off to *their* room. and so leo’s old room becomes his new work space

- on this same vein leo will get so distracted while he’s working on a new project that he’ll forgot all about time and sometimes he’s doing this n jason comes in and tells him the time and he drops everything and makes dinner bc his stomach grumbling is fine but when he realizes jason probably hasn’t had a real meal since the last time he cooked now *thats* motivation

- of course jason doesn’t always need him to cook (in fact leo starts trying to teach him no matter how disastrous it is at first. i guess multitasking in battle doesn’t equate to handling the chaos of a kitchen ? but jason actually gets pretty good as long as he’s looking at a list of instructions) but leo just likes all the compliments he gets from jason about his food and how he’ll sit with him in the kitchen and come up behind him with his hands on his waist (jason gets really excited whenever leo asks him to do something like bring him some seasoning or a ladle because he likes being helpful)

- jason also started picking up food after his morning class and bringing leo breakfast because he is *not* a morning person. he’ll also order food when leo’s been cooped up in his room for some time and he knows he wants to keep working so jason brings his lil surprise in along with his laptop and they eat together (with jason making sure leo takes a bite every now n then and eats enough before it gets cold)

- jason wakes up at 6 am everyday to go to the gym, shower, and go to classes meanwhile leo doesn’t have class till 1 and even then he’s late sometimes. because as u could assume leo stays up late at night and jason has trouble staying up past midnight (he always falls asleep during their movie nights even though he tries his very hardest not to but leo is so toasty he just can’t help it. and leo always tucks him in and takes off his glasses)

- also neither of them like waking up alone on the couch in the middle of the night (which is fine when leo falls asleep first, jason just picks him up and carries him to bed. but leo isn’t exactly built for dragging 6 ft men across an apartment floor) so they get a pullout sofa for this exact reason (not a bed pullout couch. he would still have to lift jason off and jason is a heavyy sleeper. he had to sleep through a lot of chaos at camp jupiter. they get one of those couches that extends into more couch and pile a bunch of blankets on it for movie nights. and leo makes popcorn with an ungodly amount of butter)

- leo runs warm and when his emotions spike his powers act up so he stress sweats and everytime it happens jason will cool him off with a nice breeze

- on the flip side jason is always cold so he’s always snuggling up to leo (totally the only reason. definitely not that he’s touch starved) and in the winter they’re literally attached at the hip. jason will not let him go no way no how he *will* stand/walk/lay/sit with his arms around leo at all costs (the cost is piper grossing out at their gushiness)

- jason’s bear hugs are leo’s favorite things in the world he could stay wrapped in those arms forever

- jason and leo live in the same apartment complex as frank and hazel and they become a lot closer

- percy and annabeth live down the hall and leo loves to ding dong ditch them

- annabeth randomly knocks on their door sometimes because she wants leo’s help figuring out the logistics for an architectural project of hers and jason will follow so he can play video games with percy (yeah i said it, percy and leo teach him how to play and he likes it more than he thought he would)

- every week they all get lunch together with reyna, piper, and nico

- nico comes over at first to hang out with jason but he still finds leo…. odd but eventually they bond over their love for horror movies and laughing at jason

- leo loves to sketch when he gets bored in class and he’ll be spacing out drawing until he realizes that his whole page is full of jason’s face from every possible angle

- leo fell first but jason said i love you first (after a lot of coaching from piper)

#i thought this would be a short list of hcs but i just can’t shut up about them obviously #rrverse #valgrace #thunderforge #leo valdez #jason grace #leo valdez x jason grace #jason grace x leo valdez #the lost trio #hoo #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #the lost hero trio #tlh trio

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shiningsilverstar · 4 days

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Fionna x Marshall's little sister!reader

Thought I'd treat you guys to some modern day Fionna x reader headcanons

Enjoy, mwah <3

Before the relationship:

-Fionna does not know who she met first out of you and Marshall

-She went to the same high school as you, but you guys never talked, shared glances every now and then and waved to each other in the hallways like you were friends, kinda?

-She met Marshall just before she graduated, and it was when she hit 20 she met you at a venue Marshall Lee was playing at, and he introduced you two, and you both just shared this silent idea of remembering each other but never really addressing it

-Marshall immediately saw the way you two looked at each other and went 'hold one a minute'

-he knew from day one okay you got INTERROGATED when you guys got home

-(Also you'd totally live with him to escape your mom)

-At first you two would only hang out through Marshall, meeting up at his parties as such, but one day you two ran into each other at Gary's bakery (i forgot what it's called)

-You realized that you still had no way to contact each other one-on-one, so you asked for her number and decided to be nice and pay for her coffee (Your brother told you about the girl's financial situation)

-Fionna seemed keen to contact you and THAT'S where her crush kind of started

-It was sweet how you'd try to help her out as much as you could, even if not financially, it just seemed she could rely on you for anything!

-The little pictures you'd send sometimes too- you made this woman nervous in the best way possible

-She'd ramble to Cake about you on and on for hours even if she couldn't reply, and also had a stash of drawings of you (she has not told anyone she does and plans to take that to her grave)

-On your side of things, you fell for her general personality

-She was so... kind around you, kinder than she was to a lot of people, and you loved that, the way her face would light up when she saw you, the way her smile would get bigger, the way she'd lightly touch your shoulder when she laughed, and her laugh...

-your mind everytime she's around is just intense screaming

-surprisingly, you let it slip that you liked her

-You had just paid for her food at the restaurant you were eating at:

-"thanks for paying for my food again, seriously. You help me out a lot..."

-"Of course, anything for the girl I love."

-*awkward silence*

-"... did you seriously just say that?"

-You went on to apologize and say that it was true, and she just rolled her eyes, pulled you into a hug and said:

-"you dumb-dumb."

-And now you're dating, hooray!

What it's like dating her:

-Marshall's out here teasing you both non-stop, and you fire back at him with middle fingers and swears most of the time (Fionna has to calm you down)

-Gary is aware that half the time you two have morning coffee dates at the bakery, so when you're not there with her he always asks "where's your girlfriend this morning?"

-At first, Fionna flushed red and didn't reply, but she's so used to it at this point, she just tells him why. (sometimes you're just not awake at the early hour she needs to be up lmao)

-You love to stay over at her place and help clean stuff up, one of things she loves about you, but one day you were going through her closet and found the drawings of you she had stashed away

-Cue lots of embarrassment and blushing on her end

-CUDDLES. CUDDLES I TELL YOU

-She loved the way your arms feel around her waist, unironically, she just loves it

-She holds you so close you two are practically merging

-and as funny as it sounds, you two didn't kiss until about six months in to the relationship, y'all were both too wuss to-

-it went from pecks to proper kisses in less than a week when you finally did though.

-neck kisses when she's half asleep

-She'll be in her pajama shirt with bed hair, clinging to your waist like a stuffed animal and placing lazy kisses up the side of your neck

-And you're over so often Cake starts meowing like crazy when you open the door, starting to rub on your leg and such

-(also you totally buy Cake cat toys because Fionna keeps losing them for some reason)

-basically everyone ships you two and that's that.

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ultfreakme · 1 month

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im a zutara multishipper though i often feel like a fake cause im not as hardcore as most of em.. i forgot all about that scarf scene its not as memorable as I'll save you from the pirates is that probalmatic imeaniguess but it was a fun scene in the cartoon ..

. so many zuts are celebrating over a silyl scarf scene but i can tell there's higher chances of hell freezing over than zutara and i dont look forward to them going again We were robbed when it doesn't happen. i love being a multishipper though cause i was very well fed with zukaang

im begging shippers not to bully gordon over shipping and it is interting to note how uncomfortable zutara makes the actors prob cause they recognize Kia is a teenager and Dallas is 22 year old.. theres hooplah over how the age gap is fine cause she' ll be 18 and theres a difference with 11/14 vs 15/ year old met guy when he was 20. of course kia is uncomforatble with zutara she met dallas aas a child. but here we got people treating her like she's an adult already.

the way kia is talked about creeps me out and i still think about the people telling me im a fake fan bec i think maybe we dont talk about kias age like shes not even real. i do enjoy the fanart comig from promo pics cause people are super talented but sometimes . it feels that people are shipping Kia/Dallas more than zuko/katara

Hi!! Honestly it's fine if you ship even if things for the ship are considered 'problematic'. I mean I ship Zukka and both of them have genuinely wanted each other dead or gone for a good chunk of the show lol.

I think, and I'm not going to generalize and say EVERY Zutara shipper, but one thing I've encountered as a pattern of difference between Zutara shippers and every other ATLA ship shipper, is canonicity. Zukaang, Zukka, Jetko, MaiLee, TyZula, Tokka, Taang, none of them are of the mindset that their ship will be canon so no one has any real problems with these ships. But a lot of Zutara shippers I've seen on twitter at least are convinced that Zutara was meant to be canon, and this inability keep fanon and canon separate is what's getting people's hopes up. And when it's made clear that these ARE separate, there's upset. I've seen the same thing happen with multiple other shippers and ships across fandoms.

Being a multishipper sounds fun anon, and I hope you're doing well <3

You're so right on the way people act about and treat Kia. Dallas has on interview said Kia is like a little sister to him, and yeah people keep forgetting that these two met when Kia was a child and he was an adult. It's why Dallas and Ian are fine when they talk about Zukka or can joke about "shipping" them.

I've noticed that people are doing the thing again(in 2024 dear GOD), where they keep waiting for young girls to be "legal" to be fucking creeps. People did it with Billie Eilish, the Olsen twins and a bunch of other female celebs and artists. I just feel terrible for her and Gordon, and I wish people would stop being weird about the actors and take a hint because Kia, Dallas, Gordon- none of them are being subtle about being uncomfortable about zutara. The only way they can be more obvious is plaster it on their foreheads. I didn't know about people talking about...ugh I can't even say it, Kia and Dallas like a ship GROSS. Leave Kia and Dallas out of it gosh. I got an ask a while back basically saying people will stop being mean to Gordon if Zutara becomes canon and I was flabbergasted. Like, you won't treat a child, with respect and dignity, because your 20 year old ship isn't real???

I've said this before, but people are just jumping to make Kia out to be more...older? People saying she looks like Gordon's mom(I will hunt these people on sight she looks like a child). And it's this, intermixing of sexism and racism and colourism (I've seen people be extremely disgusting about Dallas and Gordon too about their appearance. Pretty much everyone who doesn't fit into Western beauty standards are receiving awful hate- Thalia Tran playing Mai, Elizabeth Yu playing Azula).

People seriously need to get a grip and start learning to differentiate between fiction and real human beings or this is going to hurt EVERYONE involved, but especially Kia and Gordon. It doesn't matter if Kia is 18, she DOES NOT LIKE IT. DALLAS sees her as a sister, like i wish people would keep that in mind.

#natla #atla la #atla live action #riki asks #dallas liu #kiawentiio #gordon cormier

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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months

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please do tell about these childhood shenanigans /nf

why yes of course. for reference i am the oldest (20) then giosi (18) then hannah (16) then maria (12) then tony (10). most of these are about me and giosi and hannah tho lol bc we were all kids at the same time.

1. when me and giosi and hannah were all very young, our aunt went to disney world. she sent us back postcards. my postcard has princess aurora on it, who was giosi’s favourite, and when i did not give her MY postcard that was addressed to ME when she demanded, she grabbed one of my pigtails and yanked so hard i smacked my head on the floor. i still bring this up and she is still unapologetic (how dare i steal her fave princess)

2. my nonno and nonna were both seamstresses. they had a sewing room in their basement so they could work. we were forbidden to go in alone but as children we would frequently sneak and and play a game called needles, wherein we would see who could slide the most amount of needles through the first layer of skin on our fingers until someone fucked up and made themselves bleed. then we would chase another relative (usually younger) around the house and convince them that we were magnetic aliens who would come for them next

3. all of us were obsessed with making potions. this would frequently be done either outside with leaves and dirt and worms and shit or inside with slime materials. often we would dare each other to taste the potions.

4. hannah used to eat paper as a toddler. none of us know why. she would literally like devour any paper in her vicinity so she couldn’t be left alone with craft supplies. once she ate like nineteen napkins when my mom looked away (giosi and i counted)

5. follow up on the paper thing. this last easter maria very carefully made paper name tags for everyone at the dinner table and arranged them so she wouldn’t have to sit near giosi’s boyfriend (whom she despises), and hannah decided to eat them just to make maria go ballistic. it worked. maria made more name tags in a rage. hannah waited until she turned away to eat them again. hannah’s boyfriend watched this whole thing and is still in love with her somehow. she was sixteen at the time

6. maria and i used to share a room. we had this weird bunk bed that my dad made where my bed was vertical and hers was horizontal. maria used to wake me up by jumping from her bunk onto my poor unsuspecting body. we don’t share a room anymore but occasionally she ventures into my room in the early hours of the morning just to do this

7. when my sisters discovered i was being teased and name-called at school they decided that they would help me by calling me worse names so the names at school hurt my feelings less. they called me jack-e-coli for years. this worked

8. hannah was once angry with me so she stole and hid my favourite book at the time (the hunger games). she denied it when i threw a fit about it. i could never prove it so i gave up. one year later i was messing around in her room and i found my boom THAT SHE FORGOT ABOUT. she laughed herself to tears and i was so mad that i threw her pillow out the window

9. when i was in grade seven and maria was in kindergarten, there was this asshole in my class and on our bus who loved to terrorize us. i beat him up a couple times but it didn’t do much to stop him. once, he got out of class before me, and ran to the kindergarten cage to get to maria before i could. he stole her backpack and taunted her with it. maria, five years old and like three feet tall, simply glared at him, reared back as hard as she could and kicked him in the shins. he collapsed immediately. she yanked her backpack out of his hands and spat on him before running over to me lmfao

10. at our nonno’s funeral me and all four of my siblings gathered away from everyone else (bored) and played poker incorrectly. if you lost you had to take a shot of black coffee or toss back a packet of salt. it was disgusting. it was also funny and to this day i know my nonno would have laughed

11. giosi and hannah used to have this giant chain of elastic bands that they called their ‘bungee chord’. sometimes they would tie their monster high dolls to it and have them bungee jump over the railing. other times they would hang the dolls by execution

12. once they beheaded a doll and decided to hang that doll from my ceiling fan like the little freaks they were and are

13. bonus weirdo story involving my mom. for maria’s sixth birthday she had a dora piñata. i was the last to get a turn wackiness it because i’m a) significantly stronger than anyone else bar my father and b) hugely uncoordinated. the piñata was stubborn as hell and was not bursting open so my mom finally gave me the broomstick and put on my blindfold. i swim full force and felt my stick hit something and felt that something give, but no one made any noise, so i took off my blindfold to see that i had cleanly beheaded poor dora in front of a group of horrified six year olds. my mom laughed herself hoarse and told them to get the candy already. in the middle of the night she snuck into my room and hung the dora head on my closet, which scared the shit out of me when i woke up, but i since i’m autistic i deadass developed an attachment to the head and it stayed on my closet for two years

14. once at a hotel, me and hannah and giosi were awake playing cards while the youngest two were asleep, and then out of nowhere maria shoots straight up out of bed, completely dead asleep, faced us, sighed, and then said “hannah hannah hannah hannah.” then she giggled (STILL DEAD ASLEEP) and then fell back asleep. this was a couple months after the incident at home where she sat straight up in bed, pointed to the dark corner of our room and sighed “nice man over there.” i left her there and slept in the bathtub

15. i only had friends over like one time in grade ten to make gingerbread. halfway through my friends all looked at each other and went upstairs as i was taking stuff out of the oven, u followed them only to see them all losing their entire shit laughing because my seven year old brother was in his room, on his mini drum set, banging the hell out of them with zero rhythm and screaming at the top of his lungs

#i have so so many more #we were raised strangely lol #ask #personal #longpost

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1skidoo9 · 1 month

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THEIR SISTERS' FAULT

"How'd I get myself into this?" Patrick asked his reflection. He quickly looked away, unnerved by his reflection wearing nothing but a pair of his sister's tights. He hadn't really gotten himself into it, but he knew how he had ended up wearing his sister's tights, her leotard and tutu waiting on his bed.

It had all been their sisters' fault. Three boys right around the same age, each with a sister who was also about the same age as the other girls. That was the sort of thing that meant you saw a lot of each other. Both trios were close-knit friends, always coming up with activities. About a week or two ago, the girls had had the idea of a photoshoot in their brothers' football gear - pads, jerseys, helmets, and all. That in and of itself was harmless. It was going to be part of some community newsletter or something. But then, Patrick's sister had asked a question at the dinner table.

"What are you three gonna do?"

"Huh?"

"Well, me and Stacy and Claire did those photos. What are you boys gonna do?"

"I dunno." He poked at his casserole.

"Maybe you can dress up in our stuff."

"Oh, yeah. Totally." Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he snorted and Mom laughed. That could have been the end of it, but Mom was so amused, she mentioned it to the other moms and the ball started rolling. Somewhere along the way, it changed from a joke to a serious consideration. And now, Patrick thought. Now I'm putting on Sara's ballet stuff for photos.

"Almost ready?" Patrick glared as Mom covered her mouth a moment too late to hide her laughter.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered.

"Well, the car's in the garage, so no one will even see." Mom said. He looked visibly relieved. "Let's get going. We need to pick up Cody and Ricky."

"Oh. Forgot we were all riding together." Patrick took a fortifying breath before following his mom, tutu bouncing as if to remind him he was wearing Sara's ballet things.

"Do you need help?" Mom asked he fought his way into the backseat and then discovered the trial of trying to buckle a seatbelt with a tutu in the way.

"I" he grunted. "I think I got it." Mom looked over her shoulder, just to make sure he really had buckled up.

"First stop, Cody!"

Cody all but booked it for the car the second they stopped. Under different circumstances, Patrick would have locked the door and laughed at him tugging on the door handle. Instead, he simply slid over and let one of his two best friends join him in the backseat.

"This is awful." Cody mumbled.

"Yeah."

"You don't get it." Cody whispered. "Claire's stuff" he shuddered. "It was too small, so Mom took me shopping this morning for my own leotard. My own tutu!" Patrick stared at his friend sympathetically. "The saleslady probably thinks I want to be a sissy ballerina or something."

"It's just a quick photo." Patrick said reassuringly. "Right, mom?"

"Of course." She smiled. "You two look great." She could tell by their faces that was the worst thing she could have said. Well, they'd come around.

Things only grew worse once Ricky joined them. They had often sat in the backseat, but this was the first time they had had to contend with tutus and their tights-clad legs brushing against each other. They were a trio of squirming ballerinas all the way to the dance studio. Patrick's mom knew there would be plenty of photos, but she still wished she could sneak a few of the three of them squirming and wiggling with their tutus in each other's faces. Every now and again, they would figure out there was no way to keep their tutus under control, so they would stop wiggling, only to start again. They were so distracted, none of them noticed the ballet studio passing by three times as Patrick's mom did a few laps, just to prolong their struggle.

"Alright! Ballerinas out!" She said, finally pulling into the parking lot. She covered her mouth as they spilled out and charged toward the door, held open by Cody's mom.

"I like that hustle!" She said as they speed past her, three pink blurs. "We've only got a bit before there's a class in here, so let's get right to work." The boys all felt quite relieved. "Now, let's have you three join hands and jump in a circle."

"What?"

"Your sisters had to do a little warming up to get used to your football pads. This is just like that." The boys were skeptical, but even more determined to get this over with. They joined hands to form a ring and began to jump up and down. After that, it was another round of shaking out their tutus before they had to join hands in a line and skip back and forth across the entire length of the studio.

"Aren't we done, mom?" Ricky called.

"Yep. Just skip back over here !".

"This is a nightmare." Patrick muttered through clenched teeth.

"Hold it just like that." All three moms' phones clicked far more times than the boys had expected. Just how many photos had they taken?

"Perfect!" The boys relaxed. Done. Finally done. The sound of the studio doors opening caused them to jump and they began to panic as they heard the unmistakable sound of girls' voices.

"What is that?" Patrick stammered. Their moms looked at them knowingly.

"Oh, I guess we got a little carried away." Cody's mom said. The boys watched as a dozen girls, dressed just like them, filtered into the room.

"Don't worry." Ricky's mom said. "We cleared it with the teacher. You three are going to attend this class."

"What?" The boys tried to plead with their moms and their friends' moms, but the women would not budge.

"You're dressed for it and this way, we can get some more photos after of you three as official ballerinas."

#gender role reversal #ballet boys #football girls #tricked

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simstryingtheirbestok · 1 year

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Periodically, all the rest of that day after the ceremony was over, either Taslin or I would turn to the other and say, "I can't believe it!"

"I don't know why I can't believe it," I added wryly. "We sure as heck put in the work."

"God, I know, right?" Taslin yawned.

"Maybe it's because--aren't we the first in our family to go to college, Taz?"

"Not exactly," my sister said. "Dad has his degree. Fine Arts."

"Oh, that's right."

"But other than Dad, I think we probably are?"

"That's what I was thinking," I said. "I know Mom said Grandma didn't go. And Grandma was a best-selling author, so that's probably why Mom didn't see any need to go."

"That, and I think she wanted to make a name for herself in the art world as soon as possible," agreed Taslin. "I'm glad I don't have that kind of pressure hanging over my head!"

"No," I said slyly, "you have an entirely different kind of pressure hanging over your head."

My sister laughed.

"I really did forget, you know," she said. "I completely forgot I'd asked Ahmed to go steady. We weren't running into each other that often while we were back home, and then Skip just kind of swept in and--"

I took a deep breath.

"Taz, there's something I have to tell you about Skip."

She cocked one eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything. I took that as a sign to go ahead.

"He's, uh... he's written me a couple of love letters," I said, embarrassed. If I weren't so green, I'd have turned scarlet.

Taslin sighed. She was quiet for a moment, obviously considering what to say.

"Awkward for you, I'll bet," she said finally. "Ugh! I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything!"

"Just, sorry in general. Sorry I brought him around so much. Sorry he put you in that position."

"Sure, but you didn't put me in any position, unless you were ghostwriting the letters for him," I pointed out.

Taslin sighed again.

"I guess... I guess I'm only really surprised that he'd be so dumb as to think you wouldn't tell me. What a dipshit!"

"No kidding," I agreed.

"But that he'd have trouble being faithful... I'm not really too surprised by that. People did try to warn me. And he was sometimes a little too cagey about where he'd been, why he hadn't called--"

"So there were signs."

"Oh, tons," Taslin said, almost cheerfully. "Especially now that I think about it. Hindsight's 20/20, right? Yeah. There were definitely signs. But who wants to look at those when you're in love? Well," she amended, "maybe not love. Lots and lots of lust, though!"

We both giggled at that.

"You didn't ask for my advice--" I began.

"Indeed I did not."

"But I don't think you should tell Ahmed. Don't do the big dramatic 'confess to cheating' thing. Just chalk it up to a college fling and forget about it."

"I don't like unsolicited advice, Tierney," my sister began reprovingly, "but... I think you're probably right. It will only hurt him, and for what? For Skip? Who's Skip?"

"Chip? I have no idea who you're talking about," I said.

"But I'm telling you, I don't know anyone named Pip!" Taz said, in such a believable tone of outrage that I could only crack up.

That made Taslin crack up.

"I've got it," she said once she had her breath back. "I'm going to change his name in my phone to Dip. Mr. Dip Shit."

"Nooooo!" I howled, laughing again.

"Yes!" she said triumphantly. "That way, if he calls, I'll know not to answer. And if Ahmed happens to see it, I can tell him it's just some loser who was hopelessly obsessed with me at school. A loser whose real name I have long since forgotten."

"Then why would he be in your phone at all?"

"We had to work on a project together. The professor wouldn't let us pick our partners."

"Perfect," I said admiringly.

"Thank you," Taslin said. "I do have a degree in Communications, you know."

"I can believe it."

#ts3 #ts3 legacy #the sims 3 #the sims 3 legacy #planetary legacy #generation earth #sim: taslin estrada #sim: tierney estrada

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sparrowhero · 1 year

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could i pls request platonic older sibling figure! reader and shinsou hcs? older sib reader is a similar to shinsou but slightly more chaotic and eccentric

You're his sibling, you'll always be his sibling, and he loves you: you look out for him (mostly). You're pretty similar, even if you didn't have the same parents. But GOD he can't take you anywhere!! He's at that age where he considers himself basically grown and he doesn't need you to EMBARRASS him, which you do, even if all his friends think you're pretty cool.

Denki and Monoma both call you by an older sibling title no matter how much Shinsou says it's not necessary. He is a little proud that his friends think you're cool (will never admit it until many years later, though). Since the two of you are so similar, it means you can end up butting heads and bickering, but they just think it's really funny how you resemble each other.

Depending on how much older you are than him, he will either pretend he doesn't know you at school if you pass by or just barely mention that he has a sibling. If someone asks because they found some physical similarities, he'll say he does, but prior to that: you are living two completely separate lives. Acknowledgement only if you have to hand over lunch money or someone forgot their gym clothes at home.

He takes his aspiring heroism career VERY seriously and greatly appreciates whatever helpful advice or support you can give him. It's probably the one thing you would never tease him on, though the two of you trade barbs while he practices at home. If you're significantly older, he tolerates you a bit more if you tease, but he often goes "You're not mom" (regardless of gender) if you tell him anything like to clean his room or something.

Since you're a little bit weirder than he is, there are going to be a lot of times he raises his eyebrow and goes "what?", but he remembers the kind of off-the-wall shit you occasionally say and uses that to get you stuff for your birthday or other holidays. Every year, it's his birthday gift that makes you laugh and smile the most.

During holidays, you guys actually hang out a lot more. A lot of reading in the same room together without talking, and if you've got the extra cash, sometimes the trip to the Cat Cafe and a lunch out is on you. You gotta spoil your little brother who's been working his ass off at school, yeah? He tears up a little bit when you take him out for whatever he wants as a celebration for his entrance into the Hero Course.

The first one to comfort you after a bad day, no matter what he says. Brings dinner and a snack to your room and offers to listen and let you talk it out. He isn't the best with words, and you aren't either, so it's usually just him patting your shoulder and trying to get you to drink some water and eat.

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shinsou headcanons #gender neutral reader #i'm sorry i just know he's kind of a bratty younger sibling he gives off that baby of the family energy.

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adorabl8dthirsty · 1 year

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Any HC's of the Kirigaya Siblings/Cousins?

oh oh!! I definitely had some but I forgot them 😭 these might be rly shitty but I’ll try to rack my brain for some

This is based off that one @eeksmok art but sugu definitely pierced one of kazutos ears at one point, it’s very miss placed but he loves it and he pierced hers (she was much less scared of it than he was, it hurt less)

Sugu before things went bad used to sit in kazutos room and watch him play games, she’d point out when moves reminded her of kendo moves

Sugu has little to no spice tolerance

Kazuto’s music taste is very alternative, this is projection but he definitely had an emo phase except it never was a phase and while he doesn’t keep up w bands and obsess over them a whole lot he does get excited when he finds new music

Sugus music is a little bit of everything but I can see her listening to the wombats, nirvana, I can’t think of more bands but bwhdje. Also, really niche TikTok artists who don’t have a huge following but she loves their music alot

Sugu gets really excited when artists she likes release new songs and runs to kazuto to show him the new songs and he happily listens to them

sugu really likes cats. like. really likes them. a lot. she knows a lot about them and how to care for them and keeps saying she wants a cat but their mom is allergic to cats

Kazuto likes cats and dogs equally

Kazuto is trans/Demi boy and bisexual/poly

Sugu is bisexual with a fem preference

Sugu worries about coming out in regards to her sexuality, but kirito knows and was the first to know and she is also one of the few people who he’s came out to with his bisexuality and poly stuff. Sugu and asuna know about each other as well, and probably bond over it, asunas also in the closet because she worries how her family would react and finds it unnecessary to tell them anyway.

sugu has a specific bracelet and necklace she wears all the time and doesn’t take off, kirito has one after he got back from sao and it’s a shittily made sword

The war after s4 did like,, some heavy damage on sugu mentally, but she doesn’t talk to kirito or anyone else about it in fear of seeming weak. (look me in the eye and tell me that event wouldn’t be traumatizing as all hell)

In alo they duel a lot to test each others skill and to keep getting better, they also explore a lot on their own because sibling bonding time ™. They inv asuna or others from the gang often though

Agil is just their dad figure. Both of them. They both see agil as a father role and go to him for advice when they need fatherly advice. His advice is always shit or perfect, no in between. The whole gang does actually, klein rarely does and it’s always about girls LOL

klein is like a big brother to sugu a little, she thinks he’s weird but in a goofy way constantly wants to drop kick him though when he’s being weird with npcs

Kazuto has depressive episodes where he goes back into isolation, he still uses his phone and goes online but he’s significantly less social and becomes a hermit during these times, sugu understands and always makes sure he eats and to make food for him, she’ll even bring it to him

When they were a kid they had a turtle. I don’t know if I got this from somewhere, but they definitely did.

Her and Sinon play ggo together alot, I don’t know why but I love Leafa in ggo she’d be so cool, she’d mess with gadgets alot (based off fatal bullet)

Leafa tried in alo to tame an animal many times but fails every time

#I went on a rampage I apologize

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Sorry continuation bc I forgot but Teddy can also do two/three things based on her hedgehog genes: spindash/homing attack, and she can harden her hair into quills

She doesn't do the latter very often tho, not even in a fighting sense unless someone's trying to like...body slam her

Okay, responding to this one and keeping the other ask for reference, LOL.

I agree, Tangle would be the best opponent for Teddy. The two of them becoming besties while yeeting each other back and forth in a fighting ring would be so funny. 😂😂😂

I'll keep you posted on when exactly she fights her, as well as if I have any other questions.

I can definitely include her parents cheering her on, but I actually had a question about her mom. What kind of therapist is she? Is she a standard one anyone can go see, or does she serve a specific clientele?

The reason I ask is I've now got two places in When the Day Met the Night where Bark talks about seeing a therapist: The first time he tells Jewel about the times he was sent to prison, and he'd get set up to speak with a therapist because the warden and guards would assume he was violent and had anger issues at first glance (the therapists he'd spoken to all agree Bark desperately needs therapy, but not for anger issues lol. Poor guy's so anxious and socially awkward), and in the epilogue he mentions that he's seeing one again now because he liked seeing a therapist and feels like it helps him to do so. Both are opportunities to name drop Miss Melony (if that's okay with you!), But I don't know which scenario makes more sense for her to be name dropped in. 😂 Would she have seen Bark while he was in prison, or is she his current therapist? Or neither! 🤔

#lea's trash writing #when the day met the night #other people's ocs #teddy the hedgebear #miss melony

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taketheringtolohac · 2 years

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marquez and lucas for the domesticity meme?

oh 🥰 i almost forgot abt them but yes absolutely i love the two of them so much

big spoon/little spoon: marq <3

favorite non-sexual activity: watching movies together, they just enjoy sitting on the couch and cuddling with each other while watching tv and having tea

most trivial thing they fight over: who fell in love with who first. yes they’re that kind of couple.

who does most of the cleaning: lucas because marq really really tries and genuinely thinks hes doing a good job but usually just.... makes more of a mess than when he started. they just come in and secretly tidy the parts that are exceptionally bad after him.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: marq does and lucas tries to tell him he’s getting scammed but he doesn’t listen. lucas is only allowed to pick what they watch SOMETIMES though, because they only watch hallmark movies and trashy romcoms and think hugh grant is hot (he isn’t)

who remembers anniversaries: both of them, its honestly a bit of a race to see who will remember first. they usually try to get other mints involved in it too, and if not theres usually something down at the stadium for the other anyways so the whole team has to see it. it’s sickeningly sweet but so endearing

Who cooks normally? marq! he learned a lot of recipes from his mom back in the day. and when there isn’t a kitchen accident that genuinely is never caused by him, it turns out pretty good!

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Lucas still races! They aren’t official Nasclar because of their contract with ILB but they do drag races and other street races, Marq usually tries to cheer them on because he’s nothing if not enthusiastically supportive. Marq. sigh. goes cryptid hunting. sometimes he finds something. usually he finds the spearmint. it never ends well.

Nicknames for each other? Think of a pet name. yeah, that one. and any other one you can think of. and something weird that probably shouldnt be a pet name but could be? that too. because yeah, they’re that kind of couple. you’d be too if you had to wait 40 years after being inexplicably separated to see each other again

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? Marq, he absolutely INSISTS on paying for dinner even though they make the same salary he always makes some excuse or comes up with some story of an adventure he went on where he found JUST enough money to pay for dinner and Lucas tries to argue but they know it’s helpless

Who kissed who first? Lucas, marq was way too oblivious even AFTER they went on their first few dates and they simply couldn’t take it anymore. it was also an accident, so they cant REALLY take credit for kissing him first but they like to think they wouldve done it anyways if they hadnt accidentally kissed

Who remembers things? lucas because marq has the memory of a goldfish (affectionate)

Who cusses more? Marq but he only uses British swear words. until he doesnt.

What would they do if the other was hurt? lol. marq died. i technically wrote a fic about that too, which is here. but other than that marq gets hurt uh, pretty often in blaseball. so lucas has a whole routine that they do whenever something Blaseball happens to marq and just make sure to take care of him. when LUCAS gets hurt though marq is a bit of a mess, he’s not used to it being the other way around so he’s a bit frazzled but he always pulls through at the end

Send me a pairing and i’ll do this thing for them!

#lord there is so many questions. i had to cut some out bc it is taking. so long #but i hope u enjoyed i just think that They #marquez clark #lucas petty #kansas city breath mints #blaseball #proxy roxy asks

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if you ever wonder what a relatively healthy relationship with your older sibling looks like, i made a list of things me and my older brother did to/with each other. enjoy.

i was born when he was 4. he was so excited that he tried to breastfeed me.

he tricked me into thinking that the light from my parents' tv was a ghost (we had glass doors with a pattern on it. the image of the outside of the room was not clear, but the light was visible). the event traumatized me so hard that im still scared of the dark (im an adult).

one time he was choking on a candy and i just watched him and laughed while telling him to stop choking.

while playing the pc version of lego star wars (the old ones) we were fighting over who's gonna be player one (as one does). we ended up punching each other repeatedly so hard we had bruises for days.

then we fought over who's gonna use the arrow keys (i couldn't use wasd keys at the time). we were pinching each other – again, repeatedly – so hard that we drew blood.

he cut my hair to the point my mom had to cut it really short. he did that because, and i quote, i told him "im gonna punch you in your stupid face if you don't do that". she still mourns my hair to this day.

one time he got a helicopter toy. i got a barbie doll. we cried about it until our mom switched it so he got the barbie and i got the helicopter.

one time i accidentally said a swear word (i was 6). we were little narcs. my brother heard it and immediately went to our mom. she was not happy.

my attention span as a kid was Not Great™. the days i were not outside were spent with me going to my mom every 30 minutes to ask her to tell my brother to let me use the computer. i used it for 10 minutes and then i was gone. he still hates me for that.

one time after a tough night shift our mom fell asleep so we drew teletubbies all over her legs and arms. she had to go to work like this the next day.

he was chasing me with a tuft of grass. my leg got caught in a hole. i sprained my ankle. i was laughing at his distressed despite being in pain.

we played with period pads. when we were done we were throwing them out the bathroom window. the neighbors were not happy.

these days people often mistake us for a married couple. we love to fuck with strangers using that fact. i often hold onto his arm and talk sweetily whenever someone stares at us. then one of us mentions our mother. they look horrified every time.

every time i have a nosebleed he starts praying. in latin.

our mom is Not Good™ at english. we use that fact to fuck with her regularly. we convince her that words she uses mean something entirely different than what they actually mean. it's hilarious.

one time when we were kids we made the Forest Pact (we made it in a forest, hence the name). the pact allowed us to swear all we went when no adults were around until we both turned 18. we told our parents whenever we swore anyway.

he smeared a dirty, wet sponge over my face because I forgot to take it out of the sink. i kicked him in the balls for that.

he showed me 2 girls 1 cup. i showed him 1 man 1 jar. we did not forgive each other for that to this day.

#siblings #.txt #regular sibling activities #i love that guy #i would sell him on the black market #long post

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Dawn of Redeeming Grace [2/23]

Chapter Two: December 24, 1978||FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

Six weeks after Derek left to take the NIH job, Meredith is ready to use the holidays to prove she has this working mom thing on lock. Sure, he neglected to tell her he'd be bringing a guest, but whatever, 'Tis the season for truces. Even Ellis Grey took the day off. But with every moment of family togetherness, a return to the trenches seems more impossible. Can a few days of peace put their relationship back on track, or has she fallen for the illusion of a snow-globe, destined to either settle or shatter?

Dawn of Redeeming Grace|| FFN

I can't say this chapter is entirely the reason for the structure of this story, but...it basically is. Taking the Ellis Grey who married Thatcher to the woman who we see twenty-five years later fascinates me. Meredith idolizes childhood, she often says she didn't have one; she does generalize a lot in voiceovers, but I don't think it's cut-and-dry.

I don't think life with both her parents was perfect, by any means. I know/believe Thatcher loved Susan, the way he fell apart after her death seems to me to have a lot to do with how bad he is at holding anything together. We never hear a word about his family from him, Susan, Lexie or Molly--not even a 'hey, btw, your grandparents died xx years ago; did you know?' and it makes sense to me that they were both grasping at something new. The issue is that he's bad at both decisions and follow-through.* So much changed in Boston that Meredith attributes it to Thatcher being gone, but Thatcher was Ellis's George. At some point they loved each other in some way, but not the way they'd have needed to make their family work. (Richard is not the Derek. Richard wishes he was the Derek, and the writers forgot that).

I think Ellis is a not-super maternal person who grew up in a very traditional household, and is trying to meet every standard out there. To prove women aren't just equal; they're better. Which, hey, I'm not against it, but when you really think about this year, her internship would've been 120hr/wk.His whole thing about her pregnancy...he never once said, "hey, you know, being this stubborn about your shoes isn't proving anything, and it won't improve your board scores?" Meredith and Derek do that kind of thing for each other after all the various injuries, and her getting better at being cared for is basically a plot point between s3, s6, s12,,,,

The image of this whole scene just makes me smile, too.

*My dad had a very decison-heavy job, and he flat-out asked my mom to be the boss of our house. She cooked, he'd clean the kitchen--which lemme tell you? in the south? not a thing--cleaned bathrooms, did yard stuff even though he was allergic to fire-ants--he didn't check out. Just, Mom was Chief. (And she drove, but that's mostly because he sucked at it) They were together from 1978 (oh, whoa, didn't see that parallel before) until he died in 2015 (yes, two months before Derek; yes, probably why i didn't write all these AUs for nearly seven years.) It worked, and left me with a very "wait, who does what?" attitude toward Traditional Gender Roles.

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writersblockade · 9 months

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Time And Again Benjamin the tragic hero

Spoilers for Time and Again! If y'all are interested in reading it I would hazard against reading this post as it spoils up to chapter 6 as well as other chapters where the scene ideas come from that i haven't totally planned yet

Tw: Death mentions

He was the firstborn, heir to the throne, so he was groomed to be a leader from the moment he could hold a real sword and could understand what was being said in meetings.

He was just a kid until he was probably 12 and then he was a prince first and foremost. His best friend was the son of one of the guard captains, they would often play together in the courtyard as kids while their fathers were in meetings together. They immediately bonded over sword fighting with sticks and collecting snails and other stuff young boys did.

He and Aspen became inseparable they were basically glued at the hip. That was until Benjamin's 12th birthday when the king thought him ready to start learning to be a prince. He didn't have time to hang out with Aspen as much anymore and the pair slowly drifted away from each other until Aspen became a guard when the pair were 18.

Over the next few years, Aspen shot up the ranks and became a guard captain when he was knighted after a battle that left his father slain. He was assigned to be one of Benjamin's head guards.

Benjamin never forgot his childhood friend but things were never quite the same. There was this stiffness, this professionalism between them now that Benjamin couldn't shake. His duties only doubled as he grew older, only seeing his guard during check-ins, on escort missions, and when he was stationed outside Benny's door at night.

When Benjamin was 18 he was told that he needed to find a princess to marry, something he didn't want at all. He was set up to meet with several princesses but they all rejected him. He went through 7 princesses, none of them wanted him.

He's now 25 and his dad says if he doesn't get Princess Melanie of the Eastern Plain's kingdom to marry him that he was going to be disowned and have the throne handed down to his younger brother Ezekiel who is about 9 years his junior (16) and almost old enough to seek out eligible princesses.

Benjamin didn't care for the throne but he hated seeing the malice and disappointment in his father's eyes every time he came back and say he was still single.

The story starts with Benjamin heading off with Aspen to see Melanie. They have become a little friendlier, able to exchange banter and joke with each other but Benjamin thinks secretly that Aspen is only doing this because he technically works for his father. Basically, a paid friendship which sucks.

They're both killed by a squad of lizardmen with black smoky eyes. The loops start At first Benjamin thinks it's a dream, then a weird coincidence, but when he is killed by a smoky-eyed bear instead of the lizardmen, he realizes it's a pattern and he's fucked.

He goes through loop after loop, slowly losing his mind until he wakes up not in his bed but in a black void where a cacophony of voices talk at him, white eyes in the void open up and look at him. The goddess finally selects a voice and tells him he's their champion to defeat the necromancer and stop the hatching before he's sent back into the loops.

He finally finds a way past the lizardmen and the bear and finds a town. He successfully sleeps the night safe and sound before they head back on the road and come across the first villain, the Necromancer.

This gaunt evil wizard will be the source of so much trauma coming up so buckle in kids.

Benjamin and Aspen are chased, Aspen takes a direct hit and is promptly resurrected and Benjamin is killed by his friend. When he wakes up next loop he is terrified by the Aspen that wakes him up every loop. He decides to face his father's wrath, kicks Aspen out, and goes back to bed where he's basically catatonic for 4 days.

He's alone on the first His mom comes in to soothe him on the second. His dad comes in to berate and disown him for being a coward the third. And Aspen comes in on the 4th to get on his case about being in bed and not taking care of himself. They fight. Aspen is hurt, Benjamin is hurt, but before he can apologize the world splits in 2 and he falls over the edge of the crack into magma.

He now has a hard 4-day limit to save the entire fucking world instead of just Aspen and him.

That's all I have planned so far but I have little scenes I have in my notes.

Like:

Benjamin realizing he's a burden and starts leaving Aspen at an inn where he knows its safe until a few loops later when it's made known that Aspen dies there too so now he has to live with that guilt on top of the guilt of bringing Aspen into so much danger and death loop after loop.

The pair taking a loop to dick around in a known safe zone. They watch the stars. Well, Aspen is watching the stars while Benjamin is watching Aspen, slowly coming to the realization that he's falling for him. The guilt consumes him.

Benjamin finally breaking and telling Aspen everything. The loops, the deaths, the necromancer, the goddess, that he loves him. Aspen obviously reciprocates, he's loved Benjamin since they were kids, and that's why he became a guard. So he could see him again.

This loop is a failure and Aspen goes back to blissful unawareness while Benjamin has to deal with the knowledge Aspen loves him but will never remember that Benjamin loves him unless he confesses again which he doesn't have the stomach for. Afraid of what confessing over and over and over will do to him in the long run.

There's an alternate ending where after EVERYTHING, every single loop, every single death, dealing with all of the trauma and guilt, they win but Benjamin still dies. Since his fight with the Goddess, he no longer can loop so he cant be reset. He doesn't even get to tell Aspen how he feels before he goes. He is probably one of the most fucked up characters I have ever made and I regret nothing

Time and again is the very definition of "Hurt/No comfort

#writingunblocked #TimeAndAgain!#PiningLoop #This man has been on my mind for DAYS. I wrote this whole thing at like 2AM the other night.#character study #planning

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clamajamaofficial · 10 months

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PCW

-P-

I want to cry and I can't

The house I inhabit was happy

All these shoes have no insole

These hats have tears in their mouths

The choices I've made are mine alone

This costume still fits me

Flashes count my indulgences

My blood tells me I won't be here long

I exhaust my lungs towards bird boxes as I drop my elbows from all tables

These conversations are fueled by feuds

I've forgotten your point

Stopped paying attention

I didn't grab a plate

It's always the same

Forty minutes of monologues

Swallowed by our lips to our own cocks

Balancing on egg shells too busy to talk

"I wish I was sober", we claim

Making with the door open

Washing our hands with each others spit

And leaving the light on

Eighty minutes of more handshaking

We all show our claws

Blood births from our grips and seeps into the opened fridge, built into the floor

We save what they want and eat it later

Mass and volume crack the held glasses

I leave with new stains on my teeth

Forty minutes of screaming in a car

It sucks when your dad recommends a therapist

And it sucks when your mom recommends Zyrtec

The people you are designed to love

Their words pass by my brights

My tonge puts on my makeup before I preform my routine, my fake feet fill in the gaps I have felt yet not seen

Manifesting a mold you can both molest

I am driving a company car

The house you've left is cleaned up by the same hands that held your little fingers

They are now in a home near a sink you barely touched

Your father is hearing stories of your cars

Your mother is learning about your dates

Your sister is figuring out who you are

Your brother is revealing who you were

I am there at the kitchen sink

Ignoring the luggage my lungs have found

Paints melts its skin, exposing the darkend walls

Pipes burp and crack under violent shakes

Ink fills my lungs and lunges to my chest

The boiling black spills from my throat

"I will watch as your eyes turns gray

I will mark each and every day

I will rape and devour every second you claim your own, and I will ascertain your family knows you as cuckold

Bites will find their way in your veins

Breathing plastic will speak your name

You're uncomfortable to those around you

The ones who stick around are paid

Remember, you wanted this to happen

It's only you, alone, in their mattress

And I am there inside your home

Flipping through photographs you've made"

-C-

I didn't want to talk to anyone

Just wanted beer and smokes

Had my hood up and my head down

Thought about those words every step

The sun was feeding life around me

Kids were playing in their lawns

They yelled at me as I passed

I was busy sweating through my jackets

I thought about those words every step

I used to take this path at night

I used to take this path with friends

Last I heard he's across seas with military

We've drank in that park

Walked in the convenience store

Each step pillowing my past

I asked to pay for my beer and smokes

"Just my beer and smokes please"

The way back felt different

I wanted to talk to them then

Could only muster a nod

Had a glance at all their bald heads

Things are different now

And all it took was one of your friends

And for you to act comfortable

Around someone that wasn't myself

Or the person I was when you were around

And how that ended us both here

Or at least where I am now

Where my head has grown into a stump

When my feet cements into headlights

I've forgotten the good days

I forget how often you stress out

I remember that window we looked at

Where the light manifested a mirror

I remember you being five feet tall

I remember the glow from window's diamonds

I forgot the warmth on our skin

I've forgotten the feelings we made

I would dig my soul into Earth and throw all the might that belongs to me

To somehow reverse its turn and see you, there again, within that sun's shine, that day

Look where we both are, now

I have forgotten your timbre

I remember switching because of you

And I remember walking out the door

On my first Sunday at the new spot

I opened up my glove box

I ate your hair in my car

"Where are you

Why did you call me

What have you done

Who can you tell

You're being too loud

Just let it go

Think differently

Nothing matters

Take a breather, man

We all wake up in the morning"

My house is dirty my floor isn't vacuumed

I haven't mopped over here yet my shoes

are in the way the kitchen is cluttered the

TV won't turn off the couch lost its cushion

there's no food left the remote is finicky the

chairs are in the way the TV won't turn off the outlets are upside down the floor carries the dirt my lamps watch your posture the TV won't turn off my bed isn't there their limbs are in the way the outlets are upside down the TV wont turn off the paintings need texture texture texture texture texture texture texture screws the screws aren't here they are held with spit all the walls melted the appliances fuses furniture my lungs are no longer mine the house has melted everything is liquid I am not here I am anywhere I am chasing birds I am calling shots I am married I am in the carpets world I am I am I am I am I am I am I am watching the house change color I am counting bald heads I see my shoes melted I watch their eyes change I open my door I am wet my hair is gone I am hairless my teeth are sockets I am skinless I am full of hair I pull the teeth from my skin

The thoughts my gut survives leaves me staring through my kitchen window

I can't remember what they were

It took hours from me

I watched the sprinklers shift the same each time

I cannot remember what I thought

I count to ten thousand before I catch myself looking at wet grass

The fog piercing sound of alarms attempt to correct my interest

I count to eleven thousand

The sprinklers are connected to hoses that connect to one main pump

Where does the water come from

The gems left on the grass pooled into a plot of yellow

The alarms stop cutting through the smoke

I left butter on some pan sometime ago

I forgot to turn the stove off

I counted to fifty thousand

-W-

The endless holes I've dug

The countless places I've drove to

The reason is a different position

Distractions and vapid reactions

Lately I've struggled to plunge my spade

I'm intrigued by this canvas I found someone left it on my porch, I imagine?

My bedroom is what keeps it safe from outside

It's an interesting thing now that I'm comfortable

I've surveilled as it grows, twists and groans, night after night after night

A thousand layers flex their weight into the blackened soaked carpet as they fold into each other one by one, no worry of reserve

I feel the sludge ooze from the cotton I grip with all the might I can conjure

The results between fingers opens something I knew not within my cullions

I watch the ink shout and fill my walls, and I drink what it regurgitates

My door gives way and vomits the black, expanding the frame my home resides

Staining and sparking everything I've used to survive

My living room is flooded within seconds

The basement can no longer hold pressure

Rock explodes into and above mother Earth

Black spit diverts the rent from air

The vines of filth gather and tighten

Gaining sentience, it shows its confidence

Creating a machine near my hand

One simple press to break the canvas

I am reminded of my time, under the weight of oil my back now carries

Standing up was an option before

Weights climb above and around my ribs

My breathing has become labor

I realize the situation around me

I remember the button at my grasp

It would only take one finger to help myself

If I could only stop masturbating

My thoughts gossip of what I've entered

Her bonds are cuffed with plastic bags

Repeatedly broken by pistons

My innards forget the person I've molested

The bulge she grows sits above my doors

Their creaks speak what should've been

I dull my butchers knife after a factory edge

The meat stays on the board

My shirt now a flag desecrated

Under my loose belt, a trumpet mourns

A weight I have felt, yet not bellow my chest

Desire eroding oath under words I have not said

Remember the warmth that grew you

Revive what you have eaten

Grab hold the hair under your forearms

Taste her and keep the spit

I wish you were here with me

I wish I was different

I knew this would be tragic

A bird flew towards my head

A fucking bird

A bird ate my freezer

A bird died on my head

Splattered on my car now its on my fingers

A bird shit on my shirt

A bird flattened my tires

A bird shit on my license plate

A bird died on my steering wheel

A bird flew towards my head

Shit on my head shit on my head flew on my head flew on my head died in my head

In my face

A bird shit on my eyes

A bird walked in my shoes

What a bird

A bird flew threw my chest

On my head

Splattered on my porch its on my shoes

A bird died in my blankets

Projectile

I hate sleeping on the couch

I don't want to sleep in your bed

I don't want to go out

I'd prefer if I was just fed

I want you to know what I think and what I thought and what I felt and what I heard and what they saw and

I carry those traits with me

I don't know whether to blame you or to blame him or to blame them or to blame us or to blame ours or to blame friends or family or pets or weather or cars or work or

Nothing that is mine is there to speak of

Nothing I have done has witnesses to insult

Nothing in my life has been called to question

Nothing is going to stop me now

I will feed the hungry with myths of me

I will work and bend the hand above my head to twist and better what I am fed

The right ones will worship, not follow

I hate sleeping alone

I don't want to feel your heat

I am left next to sweat

I become the lie

I am making appearances

I am having conversations

I am giving criticisms

I am not alive

I am acting aloof

I am not sound mind

I am swallowing my tonge

I am fine

I am hairless

I am partying with people

I am not in control

I am left in a bar

I pretended to have friends

I did not know those people

I cannot find my partner

I have been in this house

"Hello stranger"

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