#and though he grows into someone who can offer kindness and hospitality to others

[apoptoses]

do you ever make yourself sad before bed thinking about how Armand’s hostility and desperation towards Lestat comes partly from the fact that Lestat came first to rescue Nicki and then to try and help Louis and Claudia, but no one Armand knew ever actually attempted to rescue or help him?

#not bg3 giving me meta fodder for vc #I feel like there’s an essay to be made from this but my life is on fire and I lack the spoons #in their early relationship Armand wants to hurt Lestat just as much as he wants Lestat to save him #he’s not just jealous of the way Lestat lives so freely #but the way he so bravely swoops in to save Nicki #when to Armand’s knowledge nobody ever even attempted to do that for him #so it’s no wonder he hates him as much as he admires him #Lestat is the hero he wishes he had and it’s inevitable Armand become a bitter thing from meeting and being rejected by him #and want to punish him for being capable of giving others the things Armand himself wished for #and though he grows into someone who can offer kindness and hospitality to others #I wonder if he believes he deserves to receive it himself #or if his offers of hospitality at Trinity gate or taking care of sleeping Lestat are ways for him to be in control of a situation #when someone else is needing help #and avoid his feelings about needing to receive help himself #so much to think about and not enough spoons to fully explore ir 🤧 #vc meta #armand/lestat

[vicsnook]

Tis the Damn Season | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

word count: 1318

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+

notes: Hey y’all! I know its been a while, I’ve been dealing with a huge writers block but had this little idea while on the plane. Please forgive any errors, I didn’t read it back before posting it. Happy Holidays!

With your dad sick this Christmas it’s not surprising your mom would asked you to come home. So here you were, pulling into the familiar driveway taking notice of the Bronco parked in your neighbors yard, one you knew all too well.

A note taped to the refrigerator reminded you your parents would be back from the hospital tomorrow. Maybe a drink could make the night better you thought but the liquor cabinet was of course empty and the town doesn’t sell alcohol on Sundays. So that’s how you ended up walking through the doors of the only bar in town.

“Is that who I think it is?” Bradley Bradshaw hollered from behind the bar as you made your way to him. His hair was definitely a little longer and he sported the mustache he joked about growing all through high school. The years had been if anything, very kind to him.

“Hey Rooster, I didn’t know you worked here.” You said, taking a seat across from him, truth is if you’d known, you would’ve never come here. “I’m just helping Ronnie out ‘til my leave is over. Want your usual?” He asked, offering you a half-smile while his dark brown eyes burned into yours. “Sur- Sure,” you managed to stammer out. Memories of the last time you were here flooding back in as you watched him prepare your drink.

“So, you here for long?” He asked between customers and while you know he’s just trying to not make things awkward, you can’t help the knot forming in your throat. “Just for the week.”

“Bradley! Over here honey! More shots!” shouted a blonde from the other side of the bar before he could reply and you sighed gratefully for the distraction. Setting down the cash for your tab and booking it out the bar while he went to her table.

Your hands were shaky as you pried open the car handle and tried to start the car. This was a bad idea you muttered to yourself over as you turned the key. The radio announced a snowstorm tonight and as if on cue your mother called to say they wouldn’t be able to come home ‘til the roads cleared.

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Waking up freezing in your childhood bedroom was definitely not great. Power had gone out due to the storm and you had no wood for the fireplace. Dreadfully, you made your way to your neighbors to see if they had any to spare. Regretting not putting on another jacket and better shoes. You eyed the bronco that was almost fully covered by snow while waiting on someone to open the door.

“Y/N?” Murmured a confused looking Bradley. You wondered how he could be shirtless and just in sweats in this cold weather.

“Hey, sorry to bother, power’s out and we have no wood for the fireplace.” You said through your chattering teeth. “Let’s talk inside,” he replied, ushering you inside the candle lit living room.

The room looked just as it did 3 years ago when you broke off your engagement to Bradley. He was dead set on joining the Navy and refused to hear yours and Carole’s pleas to not follow in his fathers footsteps. “Mom doesn’t have any extra wood. You can stay, though, not sure when power will be back.” Said Bradley as he came back from the back porch where Maverick stocked wood for Carole every winter.

“Thank you, so how’s everything?” You said, taking a seat on the couch. Silently praying the power would come back on. “Great, just working all the time. I graduated from Top Gun a few months ago.” His eyes bore deep into your as he mentioned Top Gun. You’d had nightmares about him being in the Academy since Carole told you.

“Oh um, that's great. I’m sure your dad would be really proud.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Bradley’s face reddened with what you could only assume was anger.

“Don’t you dare say that Y/N, not after you and mom tried to use what happened to him to change my mind.” He hissed, sending shivers down your spine. Bradley was never quick to anger unless his dad was brought up. “I’m -I’m so sorry Bradley, I didn’t mean to upset you. I should go.” You stammered, getting up and rushing for the front door.

“Wait,” He grabbed hold of your hand before you made it into the foyer, Spinning you around and onto his chest. Being this close to him again had your heart nearly beating out of your chest. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Mav tried to pull my papers and I almost didn’t even get to go to the Academy.” He muttered, you could smell the mint in his breath from how close his face was to yours. He placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, making the words catch in your throat. “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

Those brown eyes that you’ve missed for 3 years now were staring intently into yours, waiting for an answer. Before you knew it, you were pulling his face down to yours and kissing the warmest lips you’ve ever known.

Your hands explored his unclothed torso as the kiss intensified and he pulled off your jacket. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered in between kisses.

He pulled your pajama shirt off and slowly guided you back into the living room. Setting you down carefully on the couch. Your hands tugged his sweatpants down and you were grateful for his lack of underwear. Taking his hard cock into your hands and pumping it. “S-Slow down honey,” he moaned into your ear. He pulled your pajama shirt off as you shimmied off your pants. “Red? Merry Christmas to me.” He muttered, pulling down your red panties that you had a hunch you would not get to keep.

“I need you,” You moaned in his ear as he toyed with your clit. He slid the head of his cock between your folds, slowly pushing it in. You threw your head back in pleasure, no one else felt as good as him.

Your nails dug into his back as he picked up the pace and kissed your neck. Leaving a trail of hickeys that you’d definitely have to cover up tomorrow. “You feel so good baby,” he moaned, playing with your clit and increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Feeling your orgasm getting closer you grabbed on to his biceps, trying to help increase his pace. He knew so well what you wanted as he thrusted harder and faster into you now. You moved his thumb from your clit and took over, trying to reach that high you desperately needed. “Cum for me babygirl,” He whispered, watching as you came undone under him. Your legs trembling as his thrusts became sloppier and his release followed soon after inside you.

Bradley stood up once he had caught his breath, offering you a hand to help you clean up. His cum running down your legs as you hurried behind him in the candle lit house. He ran a bath and climbed in, motioning for you to get in with him.

He kissed your back as he scrubbed you gently with the sponge. You loved the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both as he finished scrubbing you. Regret was starting to seep into your mind about leaving him, knowing the heart you broke was your own.

“I miss you Y/N, I know I can’t ask you to wait and you can’t ask me to stay but can we at least have this week?” He asked quietly, your heart aching at his request. “Of course,” you whispered back in response, knowing how hard it’d be at the end of the week to leave the warmest bed you’d ever known.

#top gun fandom #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader

[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with a healer mage gf who also acts as his personal nurse. uses her magic to numb any pain or discomfort he might be feeling (especially when she hugs him so they're extra pleasant) loves to help him with research and act as his lab partner and "favorite test subject"

The love Viktor feels towards you is immeasurable. The fact that he found someone who not only loves him endlessly but also helps take away his pain and hurt is baffling to him.

He is such a selfless man that even when he first finds out about your abilities, the thought to have you use them to aid his discomfort doesn't even cross his mind. He is more intrigued and curious about how they can help Hextech (if you're willing to lend a hand, of course).

The first time you help him is when he collapses and ends up in the hospital. Had you known that his condition was getting this bad, you would've helped him before, but alas, this stubborn man doesn't know how to ask for help and you didn't want to do anything that makes him uncomfortable.

That night, he wakes up to your teary face by his side, holding his hand and scolding him for neglecting his well-being. His body is aching all over but he still tries to get up and wipe away your tears. That's when you hug him and let your magic seep into his frail body. Boundaries be damned, you cannot entertain the sight of seeing the man you love in pain. Viktor is taken aback by the gesture, why would you waste your energy on someone so far gone as he is? This spurs you on to admit your love for him and kiss him, out of frustration and adoration. Anything to get your confession through that thick skull of his. Viktor gently reciprocates, feeling as if he is dreaming and returns your affections.

From then on, you are a common presence in the lab. You remind Viktor to eat and drink water, bring him sweet milk and aid him when his pain gets the best of him. Oh, he is so in love with you, the way your touch literally makes all his pain go away and the way you're so gentle and kind to him makes his heart ache with love.

On particularly bad pain days, when Viktor's body is weak due to flare-ups, you two stay in bed. Your body next to his, holding him in your arms and soothing away his soreness and aches. On those days, Viktor weakly murmurs about how grateful he is to have you, how he will work even harder to repay you. Silly man doesn't understand that you don't need anything in return, for all that you do for him comes from the very bottom of your caring heart.

He loves how involved you are with his work. How you'll ask him questions, keep him company, give your opinion and listen to his ramblings and scientific explanations.

When you offer to help him with experiments by being his test subject, Viktor refuses at first. What if something doesn't go the way he intended? What if he hurts you? He wouldn't be able to live with the guilt if something ever happened to you, especially if he was to blame.

Eventually though, he grows comfortable with doing harmless experiments on you. Especially when he sees how happy you are to help him and be of use to him (not that you aren't of use to him usually, he cannot imagine a life without you by his side).

All in all, the two of you have such a wonderful and loving relationship that would make anyone jealous. You take care of one another and support each other's hopes and dreams. You both vow to never leave each other's side, for better or for worse.

#arcane #arcane headcanons #arcane x reader #arcane viktor #viktor x reader #viktor league of legends #viktor arcane #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor fluff #arcane viktor x you #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #requests are open

[reinekes-fox]

So I had two ideas bouncing in my head for a while and I had to finally write them.

@barbwritesstuff

I love your take on vampires, they are so different from mine!

Hope you dont mind fanfic(?)!

TW: mentions of death and blood (related to Doctor MC), mentions of gambling (related to Gambling MC)

One: Nathan with Gambler MC (this was so so close to being pure drama)

Nathan was a good hunter. Calm, patient, collected… there were probably other words too but he couldn’t be bothered with it right now. He had a job to do after all. Stake out the new Lord Blackwell… see who this newly appointed vampire Lord was, what kind of monster did the Night King appoint now?

It had come as a surprise as he managed to track down you, the new Blackwell. He still remembered the old Lord, bastard that he was, at least it gave him a few really powerful allies… Werewolves, surely, they would prove useful especially if their presence alone was enough to stir the bats in this city. It made it so much easier with their attention on the beasts of the moon.

But this? A gambling den, emphasis on the den? Small, dark, the smell of cigarettes wouldn’t even leave this place if it would have been abandoned… It had been easy to spot the vampire, the new Lord Blackwell. Perfect Poker face, perfect for gambling. But the glint in your eyes… he had seen it. On vampires that finally felt something strong enough. For others it was blood. For you it seemed the smooth surface of dice and feeling of cards under your fingers was the trick.

And now here you were again, still looking the same way as you did all those years ago, ethereal eternal youth. Okay, you are missing a finger, and still haven’t managed to bug the most powerful vampire this town has to offer but otherwise? Face unchanged, the same glint in your eyes, standing close enough he can smell your blood and feel the unnatural coldness of your body. But now you are looking at him, his lips still feel yours even though you already pulled away.

And he can’t help but feel like he just pulled a Royal Flush.

Two: Minjo with Doctor MC (this got a bit emotional given my work)

The knock on your door rouses you from your thoughts. Not from slumber, it is too early in the evening for that. Normally you wouldn’t be home yet, but everyone agreed you better left the hospital. What had happened… you rub your hands together, you can still feel the blood and for a second you had hated it. Hated that fact that what was coating them was what kept you alive. That you desired it.

Your eyes stare until they focus on the door. Ah, right, someone knocked. Slowly you stand up, moving through the flat. It has changed, only a little bit. There is food in the fridge, some real fruit, a bottle of wine… a jacket Minjo once forget, it smells weird. It is like your flat has been dead, just like yourself, and Minjo is bringing it back to life.

And there she is, hair damp from the rain and a small smile on her lips. It falls when she looks at you, your state evident even with your natural coldness. Another thing you want to grieve, but can’t. You can not cry but oh how you wish you could! You so desperately want to weep for what you have lost, what you have become.

“Hey.”, she whispers, stepping in and pulling you in a gentle hug, her body so warm against yours. Minutes pass and she holds you, carefully as if you could break and the thought is almost enough to make you laugh. You are too strong to break!

“Work?”, she finally says, her voice calm and slowly manoeuvres you to the couch, making you sit down and holding your hands between hers, not letting go of you. You do not know how long it takes until you nod.

“It is hard.”, she sighs and tears shimmer in her eyes, slowly growing until they spill over her face.

“Oh, now I am crying.”, she tries to chuckle and wipes them away, “I am sorry! I just… I know how it is! Not from a doctor’s perspective, I don’t even know which specialisation you are, but… I know enough.” You can not cry. But maybe she can do it for you. If you one day dare and trust enough to share your secret.

#thicker than if #thicker than writing #writing

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

Raaaah Genshin fic ᴵ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿⁿᵉʳˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱᶜˢ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵛᵃ ⁱˢ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ!!

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙴𝚖𝚘 𝙱𝚘𝚢!

xɪᴀᴏ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀᴜ

𝓧iao was seen as a "violent emo boy" around campus. Not many approached him for his intimidating looks and cold personality, glaring at anyone who even bats an eye at him, like a threat to end them if they continue to stare longer... He was mostly calm, but could get a bit violent. He saw others as worthless insects that do nothing but get in his way. If someone were to accidently bump into Xiao, he would glare at them intensely, like he would murder them. Though his views changed when he met... you.

𝓨ou were a new exchange student, coming to this school from your old one after an incident, causing your parents to take you out from that school permanently. You were just like him... cold and reserved, but not violent. You were defensive of yourself, only resorting to violence if you feel you are in true danger, which a few bullies nearly got sent to the hospital after daring to pull out a knife on you. You folded them like paper, as if they were a mere fly in your hand, you crushed them. You also weren't an idiot. Your grades were amazing, from what Xiao had heard. Despite your coldness, you still offered help to others, and you were kind. All the other students liked you.

𝓣his could be considered love at first sight for Xiao, as soon as he laid eyes on you the first time, he felt like you were the piece of the puzzle he was missing. He felt more... complete. You had everything Xiao could ever want in a person. You were smart, kind and brave. He wanted to approach you... but how could he? He was far to nervous and anxious to even get even a centimeter closer to you. For a while, he stuck to watching you from afar. Every time he saw your face, his heart skipped beats. No doubt he was in love. It was the first time he felt like this, he never fell in love before seeing you. Heh, to think his first love was someone who was the same as him... but at the same time, completely different... It was funny.

𝓔very now and then, you'd notice Xiao staring at you, hiding behind corners or doors, whenever you did, he always seemed to have a slightly red face, and if he noticed you staring back, he'd put on a cold expression again and look away. You knew about Xiao from others, but what you were seeing wasn't what they told you, saying he was extremely violent and would beat you up on sight. To you, he just seemed shy... You always wondered why he was watching you like that, and to be honest, you got more curious about him the more you caught him staring, the urge to approach him growing stronger. Eventually, you started trying to do so. He seemed a bit nervous when you first did so, jumping a bit when you came behind him, and said 'hi'. The people around you during the time of this interaction were worried for your safety when they saw you around Xiao, but were shocked to see Xiao didn't seem to be... violent or angry with you. He just... spoke to you with such... nervousness. He had a completely normal conversation with you, besides his stuttering. They immediately thought you used some kind of magic to turn Xiao into such a... nervous wreck. He seemed so warm towards you, and so shy... it was shocking for anyone, really. He always stuttered or spoke really quickly to you, his face just remaining so red... you almost thought he was having a fever or something, when in reality, he was just worried that if he spoke to you for too long, he may just blurt out the words "I love you!" randomly at you, because that's what he really wants to say to you. He wants to tell you all his affections and feelings for you... but he can never get the courage to do so yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guess what? CLIFFHANGER HAHAHAHAHA

tbh I just wanted to get something out there since I've been so inactive in the fanfic department and my boss (my brain) keeps telling me I need to start spitting fics out like a printer but at the same time I've been super duper tired and had writer's block hahahhaaa! Fun!

#genshin impact #Xiao #Xiao x reader #Genshin #Genshin Impact x reader #Xiao x male reader #x reader #x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #fluff? #does this count as fluff? #I don't know #cliffhangers suck but I did one anyways #suffer #I don't know any other tags to add #Genshin Impact #Adeptus Xiao #Xiao fluff #I was listening to my hyper playlist during this #I ate a bunch of sweets again #Also did you know strawberry lemonade was a thing? #I reccomend

[deadfooting]

I would like to hear about your Deadstar au!

and howdy specifically to the other two of you who said yes. thanks for enabling me :3

basis for some of the timeline stuff takes inspiration from @bonefall’s better bones AU, where squirrelflight, leafpool, and crowfeather are full adults by the time of the TNP journey. there are some family tree shuffles, and event additions/changes/shuffles as well.

the point where it diverges from canon is at the windclan massacre. tallstar loses one of his lives in the slaughter, and deadfoot struggles to drag his leader's recovering body across the moor as fast as possible. ashfoot is helping usher cats out of camp as well, and the moor cats flee as far as they can into the night. deadfoot leads his clan to a distant, murky tunnel, and the group then starts to live off rats.

deadfoot waits patiently for some kind of word to reach them about the state of the other clans and their home. maybe bluestar would've found her need for justice spurred, and sent out a patrol to fetch them?

every day, deadfoot watches the horizon, watches as his leader's lives drain away from sickness and starvation as he offers his meals to the cats that need it more, hoping someone will appear over the rise to save the clan.

but they are alone.

finally, tallstar succumbs to the weakness he's subjected himself to in hopes the rest of his beloved clan could thrive. mourning is quick and short-lived; there's no time to honor his memory at the moment. windclan is dying, starving, and ill; and deadfoot must take up the mantle of the forsaken clan immediately. there is no time to waste.

unfortunately, deadfoot lacks the proper rights to fully assume the title of leader; the pilgrimage to the moonstone is unfeasible at this time. their ancestors have turned their backs on them, and refuse to send any guidance. deadstar feels as though his new ‘name’ is an omen in and of itself; it symbolizes the dying nature of his clan. the stars that were once their ancestors are dying, leaving their descendants deserted and forgotten.

some cats want to return to the forest territories, but deadstar and ashfoot forbid it. the cats can’t return back, lest the other clans chase them out again; or even worse, they’ve already colonized their land, and windclan does not have the stench or number to take their moors back.

eventually, though, the cats do decide to look for greener pastures and they vacate the murky, rat-infested tunnels. they settle into some land adjacent to a twolegplace, but it’s… not great. their land back home was far more flourishing and generous to the clan. but it’ll have to do for now.

ashfoot then bears two kits: eaglekit and crowkit. they are some of the healthiest and strongest kits the clan has seen in their time of exile! it must be a sign of good times and fortune, and that starclan is looking down on them once more! the children carry stars in their eyes, glistening like the tears of their clanmates who lost loved ones in shadowclan’s invasion.

as they grow, barkface takes on crowpaw as an apprentice. eaglepaw is apprenticed to (idk man there’s not enough room in my brain for information that’s not my OC but whatevs. also i don’t really remember what other windclan warriors would be alive at this time? my knowledge is rusty, forgive me. anyway it’s probablyyyy onewhisker bc of future things that happen in this AU [insert me rubbing my hands together like an evil little fly]). early on in their their apprenticeship, barkface and deadstar prophesy that the siblings will deliver their clan out of exile. (i’m like. really bad at writing prophesies but i was mostly thinking of michael joncas’ song “on eagle’s wings” bc that was a song my elementary/middle school sang a lot during wednesday mass and also the idiom “as the crow flies”).

so, crowpaw heads out with his sister and eaglepaw to find a new land for their beloved clan; they come across the tribe cats, appreciate their hospitality, and carry on their way. then, over the ridge; they see it: a sparkling lake swathed in heather and oak. excitedly, they pick up the pace on their trek, eagerly exploring the land. the streams are clear and the moors are thick with unfamiliar but homely scents. eaglepaw remarks on the intense fernweh she feels, knowing her brother must share the same sensation.

this is it. their prophesied homeland.

crowpaw stumbles across a bubbling waterfall that cascades gently into a pool of stars and silver; it whispers to him, tickling his ears in foreign yet intriguing tongues. sleeping here with his sister for the night, crowpaw dreams of starclan, an unfamiliar body of cats he’s never known, yet walked beside his entire life.

a gangly black and white tom speaks out from the amorphous mass, introducing himself as tallstar. he’s pleased with crowpaw and eaglepaw’s journey, and relieved that barkface and deadstar heeded starclan’s word despite their moonslong silence. the only thing now is to return to their clan and lead them back here.

and that's exactly what the two siblings do. with two pairs of ears clipping over the horizon, the messiahs are spotted first by young warrior gorsepetal, who has just served his moonlight warrior vigil. he lets out a joyous, earsplitting yowl, quickly rousing deadstar from his sleep as he fears that shadowclan has tracked them down again to finish the job. but instead, the aged harley (my term for an old, non-male or -female cat. fran is my term for a younger one) is tackled by his twin children, who excitedly recount their journey in overlapping enthusiasm.

ashfoot peels her kits off their father, and they finally calm down to announce to the clan their journey and findings in alternating turns. pelts of their clanmates ruffle in excitement, anticipation, and apprehension; some suggest the clowder should head out for their promised land now, while others raise scrutiny about why they should trust the word of two juveniles who've been gone from their clan for several weeks.

eaglepaw jumps to her and her brother's defense. they raise a good point, yes, but why would the pair lie when they sincerely want what's best for their suffering clan? has windclan not been the holiest clan since its founding, traditionally sleeping under the stars? why do they want to reject starclan now when their ancestors have finally reached down to cradle the moor cats in their arms after so many moons of silence?

it's decided. the clan will set out in two days for their star-gifted land.

eaglepaw and crowpaw lead windclan through the mountains and into the land around the lake; the moor cats quickly take up the entire land for themself. the twins are commemorated for their guidance and achievements, and are named eagleflight for being the main navigatoron the journey and crowpond for discovering the moondpond. deadstar finally has a way to claim his 9 lives.

moons of prosper and fortune pass, but suddenly... strange scents float upon the wind one brisk morning. deadstar heads out with a large patrol to investigate, and they come upon a group of a brown tabby, a ginger molly, a brown and gold tortoiseshell, a light silver tabby, and a silver-gray tom. there are stars in the eyes of the ginger cat as deadstar introduces his patrol as cats of windclan. the others say they are brambleclaw and squirrelpaw of thunderclan, tawnypelt of shadowclan, and feathertail and stormfur of riverclan, respectively. deadstar's whiskers twitch with hesitant recognition of the clan names. thoughts still linger in the back of his mind that these cats are here to destroy windclan... but deadstar will give them a chance.

it's been ages. windclan will be fine.

squirrelpaw starts to gab about how she's heard of windclan; a fable of a music clan driven out for being too weak. insulted, deadstar snaps about how could they possibly be weak if the stars guided them here to this bountiful land for them all.

tawnypelt steps forward to quell the storm. she explains that starclan has also guided them here after they met with a badger who called herself midnight.

apprehensive but not inhospitable, deadstar reluctantly guides the travelers back to the central moor camp so the foreigners can rest and eat. they stay for day, and then leave out again towards the mountains.

some weeks later, a horde of mysterious cats suddenly swarms upon their land. they linger on the edges, but brambleclaw, squirrelpaw, tawnypelt, and stormfur are immediately recognized. deadstar and a patrol of various warriors escort the original travelers to their camp to explain what's going on.

stormfur mournfully mumbles how feathertail sacrificed her life to kill this mystical giant cat named sharptooth to save the tribe in the mountains shortly after they'd departed. brambleclaw recounts how twoleg monsters invaded their territories and started capturing cats, with squirrelpaw interjecting how they were poisoning the rivers and tearing their trees right out of the ground. tawnypelt weeps as she tells deadstar how they had to leave everything behind to keep themselves safe.

sympathy is first offered by deadstar, but then his fur bristles with anger as brambleclaw proposes that windclan let the other three clans settle around the lake.

and the black harley snaps.

why should he let them colonize their land that was gifted to them by starclan? sure, they were chased out of their land, but they had a choice to either adapt to their surroundings and lose cats in the process, or leave for a new land.

windclan didn't even get a fucking warning.

why should he let them settle their land, when they didn't even try to find them after their exile?

throwing them out, deadstar speaks of the other three clans' proposition. some cats united under mudclaw, who rejects the idea of the other clans living here. this is their land, and not up for the taking.

onewhisker is open to the idea of the other clans living here alongside them. it's been years; they shouldn't hold a grudge and make children pay for their forebearers' sins.

crowpond and eagleflight find themself at odds. crowpond says they should send these new felines way; they found this land first, and finders keepers. plus, that stupid brown tabby who's apparently the sister of squirrelpaw is starting to claim she found the new holy site, that she's calling the moonpool? when crowpond found the moonpond first?!

eagleflight, always one open to new possibilities... thinks they should give the newcomers a chance. she tells her brother that leafpool means no harm; she just doesn't know better. she's in an unfamiliar land, and the other clans haven't been with windclan for a generation or two; leafpool's probably got so many thoughts swirling around in that pretty little head of hers.

rebellion breaks out; mudclaw and onewhisker both leading their respective sides. deadstar and ashfoot are trying their best to keep their clan united, but onewhisker's forces have teamed up with the rest of the clans to force themselves in.

in the resulting lakewide battle, deadstar loses a life; he sees tallstar, who can't bear to meet his former deputy's gaze. he didn't want it to end up this way. starclan is deliberating what the clans' fate will be. deadstar is sent back to his body, pleading for guidance on what to do.

deadstar wakes up just in time to see mudclaw and onewhisker grappling in shallow waters several paces ahead of him. as mudclaw rises to try and slam onewhisker's head into the water to drown him, onewhisker kicks the brown tabby away with his powerful hindlegs. lightning strikes in sync with the kick, and a dying tree is sent crashing down on the older warrior.

windclan is sent racing back to their camp without their leader, with crowpond trying to help his father limp back to their primary moor camp. in their absence, riverclan, shadowclan, and thunderclan move in.

many of the cats who rebelled with onewhisker are exiled, and they disperse into the other three clans.

a few days later, eagleflight pads into camp, shame and guilt smeared across her face. she pleads for her father's forgiveness, saying she didn't want to hurt or oppose him; she just wanted everyone to get along.

she enters mateship with nightcloud. two months later, breezekit is born. his eyes carry stars that shine like the tears of his forebearers.

four months later, on a border patrol, deadstar swears he sees stars in the eyes of lionpaw, jaypaw, and hollypaw. they sparkle like the tears of their ancestors lost in the great exile.

#warrior cats #ask #girltigerclaw #deadfoot shrine #deadstar AU #leave it to me to be irritatingly unorthodox and inventive #(it's called being cooler and awesomer and interestinger than everyone else) #in case you can't tell #crowpond and leafpool rivalry. are you team moonpond or team moonpool #also rejoice! leafpool falls in love with a woman (eagleflight) #but she's still kinda awful. hates responsibility and does not like being tied down #still sorta hopelessly in love with leafp and neglects her relationship with niclo and almost completely ignores breeze #she snaps at him when he begs for his momma's attention

[chaossmagic]

"You don't know how much it means to me that you're doing this."

For a moment, T'Challa didn't reply, though his fingers flexed on the controls of the Quinjet for a split second. Then, "It is nothing."

"But it is. What you're offering - what you're asking to do-" Steve's words caught in his throat, and he looked down at his fidgeting hands in his lap, blood caked under his filthy nails. His entire body throbbed with bruises, but still he only had one thing on his mind.

"I almost caused more hurt to someone who has already been through so much pain. The least I can offer as an apology is a place of refuge and safety, where we have resources that may help your friend's...unique situation," T'Challa explained, turning to Steve with a gentle, sympathetic smile. "If I cannot at least try...I have failed him just as so many others have."

Steve was surprised when his eyes stung suddenly with tears. He snapped his head forward, staring at the vast expanse of blue sky and lush forest, the sun just starting to lower to the horizon on his left, as he tried to frantically blink them back.

It had been a long, tiring, emotional, exhausting few days.

"Ever since I found out Bucky was still alive, all I've ever wanted to do was keep him safe. To repay all the times he did the same for me when we were growing up. Now that I can, now that he doesn't have to fuss over me anymore. And after Hydra..."

He let his thoughts trail off. Steve didn't know why he was telling T'Challa this; he barely knew the man. But since he was taking a huge personal and political risk for them, he figured he owed him some honesty.

T'Challa's nostrils flared almost imperceptibly, and Steve saw a brief flash of anger on his otherwise calm and composed face. "I have read a little about what that organization of monsters masquerading as human beings did to your friend. I can assure you, in my country, they will never touch him again."

"That's all I want," Steve said. "That's all I ever wanted to do. It's the only thing I have to do."

Steve turned to the front again, watching the sky as it slowly turned from blue to orange and red, azure bleeding out into tangerines and crimsons. It was the kind of sight he'd have loved to draw, if he were in a different situation, pencil and oil pastels capturing the way the colours changed as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky.

"We'll cross the border before nightfall," T'Challa informed him, disturbing Steve from his thoughts. "Perhaps you should wake Sergeant Barnes. He may wish to enjoy the view as we reach the entrance to Wakanda. It really is quite extraordinary, as biased as I am in favour of my home country." The king smiled, and Steve found himself smiling back.

As Steve nodded and rose, heading towards the back of the Quinjet to the medical bay, where Bucky remained fast asleep on a hospital-style cot, a thick-knit blanket pulled over him that was decorated with a riotously colourful pattern of lines and shapes, the enormity of the situation dawned on him all at once.

What he'd told T'Challa was true. He'd do anything, go anywhere, to keep Bucky safe.

But the road they were going down was a dangerous one; blinded by his emotions, tired and desperate, it was however the only road he could see in front of him.

Because that's what you did when you loved somebody like he loved Bucky.

You'd do anything you could to save them.

#lorna's writing #stucky #steve x bucky #stucky fic #t'challa #captain america: civil war #marvel #mcu

[uvachic1991]

Gundam: Witch From Mercury Thoughts

***Spoilers and a long post below***

This is my first Gundam show and i absolutely want to watch previous series! 

I love that despite all the heartache she has endured since the beginning, Suletta ultimately is a good person with a good heart! Like she lost her wife Miorine, her sister/Gundam, her mother and her school has been attached TWICE! Yet at the start of episode 21, Suletta is handing out towels and offering up tomatoes because her kindness can make a difference, even if it is a small one. That’s her character core! 

In fact, in her first appearance back in episode 1, the first thing we see Suletta do is save someone because that’s who she is. A good person with good intentions. And now that she’s away from Prospera’s influence, she can really shine!

And I think/hope Suletta’s inherent goodness will come up when Miorine and Suletta reunite. Because while Miorine felt the option she picked was the only way to save Suletta from Prospera, there were other ways to get Suletta to see the truth about her mother. Suletta is a good person, with or without her mother’s influence. With time and a meaningful conversation (or two or more), Suletta would have realized the truth about Prospera. 

I keep comparing Guel’s confession in episode 17 with Miorine and Suletta’s last real conversation in episode 16. It’s interesting how Guel confessed his feelings to Suletta and how with time and a bit of work, Suletta understood what he was saying. And how if Miorine tried something similar, if she was persistent, then maybe Suletta would have understood what Miorine was trying to say. They could have avoided so much heartache! Cause Suletta didn’t understand and instead of trying to explain herself, Miorine ran and made decisions that hurt both of them! 😭😭

Speaking of the Suletta/Miorine reunion: I don’t want it to be easy. I’m not saying I want Suletta to give the cold shoulder or anything. (That’s not in line with her character) But I definitely want Suletta to express how much Miorine hurt her, I want Miorine to sit with that for a bit and promise to make it up to Suletta, to regain her trust. I want them to explain their respective sides and recognize that communication was sorely needed. If there is another season, there is time for them to grow as a couple. I don’t want it to pick up where it left off. 

Clearly there is going to be a confrontation between Eri, Prospera and Suletta. I’m of the firm opinion that Prospera never cared for Suletta, she just loved what Suletta represented (i.e. a physical version of what Eri could have been if she lived). But I think Eri genuinely loves Suletta and that love is what is going to save Suletta. Whether Eri sacrifices herself to protect Suletta, teaches Suletta how to navigate the data storm for herself or some other option, Eri is going to be the key that keeps Suletta alive. (Kind of a reverse of how Suletta was the key for Aerial earlier)

Other thoughts about the upcoming episodes:

I hope there is another season because I think there is still a lot left to explore! BUT if the remaining episodes are the final ones, I could see the series having a satisfactory ending. One of the major conflicts is Prospera vs everyone else and we’re reaching the conclusion of that conflict. There’s more to be explored, but to me that feels more supplemental than essential. 

With both Petra and Delling in a coma/hospitalized, I feel that one will live and the other will die. For some reason, I don’t see both waking up. (Though I could be wrong here cause I was certain Petra died at the end of episode 20!) Since Prospera wants to both take revenge on Delling and build a world that Eri can exist in, I’m leaning towards Delling waking up and Petra dying. I think Delling will bear witness to how Prospera destroyed everything he built. 

I do wonder who pulled Petra from under the rubble? My guess is Suletta since she was physically close to Petra. And if that is true, will that play a role in the Lauda/Miorine/Guel confrontation that is now being built? 

The Benerit Group is about to be completely destroyed! Not only is the Space Assembly League coming after them, but I also believe Prospera’s use of Quiet Zero will likely physically destroy the group’s headquarters/base of operations. 

And Miorine has SUFFERED plenty, but if the group is destroyed it will be another, painful reminder that her plan to separate Suletta and Prospera did very little good. 

Last point because this is long: depending on how the final showdown goes, Shaddiq and co will probably escape. (Not without some casualties/deaths). If that happens, it will be interesting to see what he does when his access to resources is limited/non-existent. 

#mobile suit gundam #mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #prospera mercury #ericht samaya #suletta x miorine #sulemio

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 4: Weakness

It’s too quiet. 

Normally I allow the bustling sounds of London to lull me to sleep in my apartment. The unnatural silence makes my thoughts spring to life and I slowly open my eyes. I’m lying in a white room, in a white hospital bed, in white linens, while wearing a white surgical gown. So much white you’d think the place was sculpted from fresh snow.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

The sound of Q’s voice is both startling and assuring, somewhat contradictory. He’s seated in a lounge chair to my right holding a tea mug.

“Earl Gray, I presume?” I rasp in a groggy voice.

“Yes. Sounds like you could use some too.” He picks up an extra mug from the counter and gently hands it to me, which I take with what grateful smile I can muster from my drowsiness.

“Glad to have you back in one piece, though I must say you could’ve done without the theatrics.”

“Bond’s rule of thumb is that you do whatever it takes to make the enemy lower their guard. In my case it’s usually seduction.”

Q’s face twists in a look that’s a mix between confused and disturbed, raising both eyebrows at me. “You kissed him?”

I set my mug down and sit up straighter, flashing him a smirk. “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Not even remotely. You just happen to form a crush on everyone you interact with on missions?”

I let out a dramatic sigh and shake my head. “I will miss that scientist. He was cute.”

“Is he your type?” 

Is this conversation for professional or personal inquiry?

“I wouldn’t know my type.”

This leaves Q looking more puzzled, but he ignores it and pulls out a file from his bag.

“While your mission was a slim success, I must say that there is some bad news. I’m afraid Agent 003 from the Middle East has been eliminated.”

The name makes my thoughts snap. “Jason’s dead?”

Q offers a look of sympathy. “I’m afraid so. Did he mean anything to you?”

I look away and stare off into the annoying white abyss. “He’s not supposed to. No one is. But even I go soft once in a while.”

Now Q stands up, gathers his things, and begins to walk to the door. “I wouldn’t be so soft around M. She’s being held against a rock and a hard place right now because of all this espionage business going on.”

I feel my patience growing thin. “Hey!” Q turns around. “Just because I’m a 00 agent doesn’t mean my womanly instincts turn off. Yes, I care. Should I? Probably not. But I do anyway. So if being human is pathetic to you and any other MI6 member, then so be it!”

Q once again takes my outburst very calmly. “You’ve been under a lot of pressure. For now you should get some rest.”

This only makes me angrier. “Do not mistake my morals for weakness. Not everyone can be as cold and heartless as you.”

“Who says I’m heartless?” Q argues back.

“Um. Excuse me?” Eve knocks on the partly-opened door and gives us each a worried look. “M is asking for you, Q. She also wants to see 0011 once she’s recovered.”

I groan. “How long will that take? I’m not going to spend the next month in recovery, am I?”

“That’s precisely what you’re going to do,” Eve says as Q walks out, still looking cross. “What did you say to piss him off?”

I gawk. “Me? He’s the one saying I’m weak! Just because I have friends he thinks I’m pathetic!”

“You’ll have to excuse him, Levie. The only kind of social activity he’s used to is his job and his cats.”

Another thought pops up. “Oh! Speaking of which-?”

Eve laughs. “Yes, I did feed Cricket while you were out! He misses you.”

“At least someone does.”

“By the way, Bond might stop by for a visit.”

My spirits perk up. “He’s back?” 

“He was able to find the hidden workplace of Silva, one of M’s old agents, who’s being interrogated downstairs.”

“Bond caught the bloke? Good for him. What happens now?”

Eve seems to think something over, then walks over and starts pulling my bed toward the door.

“Wait- What on Earth are you doing?”

She smiles. “You may be in recovery, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be part of the boring stuff. Let’s get you some fresh clothes, and then it’s off to the computer lab!”

She wheels me down the hall to the locker room, where Eve retrieves my personal apparel. Thankfully I left behind some extra workout clothes. After what takes forever, Eve helps me into them and then pushes me into the boring computer lab. Inside we find Q and Bond looking over a large screen.

“Welcome back, Bond. What’s the damage so far?”

The older agent looks me up and down in my weakened state. “The damage we should be discussing is yours. What the Hell happened to you?”

“I had a run-in with a bullet during my mission. Don’t be demeaning, it’s bad enough I’m forced to be bedridden for a month. Just tell me what’s going on so I might help.”

Bond gets an amused smirk and he gives my hand a hearty shake. “Q tells me your mission was a success, despite your injury. Congratulations. Right now we’re decrypting Silva's laptop.”

The screen above keeps flashing new wavy and intricate patterns as Q searches. I feel useless considering that tech is not my strong suit.

“Excuse me for not understanding. I’m just the one who follows orders and does the punching.”

“There’s more to being an agent than punching,” Q mutters.

Then Bond seems to recognize something. “It’s London. A map of London.”

Finally! Something starts to make sense- What the-?

Now all the floor hatches are opening throughout the room, causing Q to get a confused look.

“Wait. Why are the doors opening?”

Bond goes sprinting out of the room, and then Eve leaves me by rushing off to find M. What could possibly- Oh God.

“Q, detach the laptop! Kill the laptop!”

But it’s too late. All around us screens fizzle and erupt with static. Every firewall and security measure put in place is shattered, with Q’s screen displaying the words: ‘Not such a clever boy.’

“Shit. Shit!”

“Language, Quartermaster,” I grunt from my bed, useless to do anything.

“Lecture me about it later, 0011. The whole system’s going through security protocol. He hacked us!”

“Then Silva's going to escape.” I reach over and grab a radio. “Bond, do you read me?”

“He’s gone!” he shouts.

I hand the radio to Q. “Work your magic, Quartermaster.”

He shakes himself out of a trance and nods. “Ok. Ok. Bond? Where are you?” After a second Q gets his answer. “He’s headed downward, towards the train tracks.”

Q sets his jaw straight and rushes over to start looking through the computer. While he’s giving Bond instructions, I grip the counter and start to pull myself across the room.

“Careful. There’s a train coming,” I hear Q say.

What is it with Bond and bloody trains? I’m almost to the end of the computer lab-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Q asks behind me.

“Going to help.”

“In your condition? You won’t make it to the elevator.”

“Rather try than just sit here and do nothing- Ugh.” I let go of the railing, starting to feel dizzy again.

I hear Q step behind me and then feel his lanky arms lay me back down in the bed.

“You haven’t made up for your blood loss. You need to rest. Bond can do it himself.”

“I’ll rest when we don’t have an act of espionage infiltrating our government…” I start to black out.

“Now’s not the time to be reckless,” Q argues.

“Can’t help it. You’re just too enticing not to.”

He lets out a laugh. “Ok, you’re clearly delusional. Here, breathe this. It will make you sleep."

I feel something being pressed to my nose. “I don’t want to sleep-”

“Breathe this now or I will straddle you, hold you down, and knock you out myself!”

Who knew? Q is actually dominating.

“Hm. That last option seems tempting. Fine, I’ll do it.”

It doesn’t take long for the sleeping drug to kick in, and soon my mind melts into black nothingness. It’s like I’m falling, falling in an eternal abyss with specs of light flying past me. I’m just disappointed I unable to help stop that creep…

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

[practically-an-x-man]

8 month old creepy cute baby Eobard has been left on your OCs' doorstep with a teether and a teddy bear dressed as the flash, pinned to the carrier is a note promising to explain later (who knows when later even will be?) what do they do?

Ooooooh, now THIS is a good one!! Thank you!

Rae: Well she definitely wasn't planning to settle down so soon, and she doesn't have much experience with babies. Plus, this particular baby is kind of freaking her out. Her first move is to take baby Eobard down to the X-Mansion and see if there's anyone there who's a little better fit to taking care of him. There's bound to be someone, right? And if there's not, well... she and Warren will do their best, because what else is there really to do?

Robin: Just for fun, let's assume she's already got Wren and she's around the same age. She and Peter are only really equipped for one baby at the moment, but they'll try, and at least they've had a few months of practice under their belts. Out of all my OCs, she probably fares the best overall. (Though Peter does get a little jealous that she can sleep through the night when Eobard starts absolutely wailing - Wren was born Deaf like Robin was, and she's pretty quiet, but Eobard is definitely not)

Madison: What the everloving fuck is she going to do with a baby? She doesn't really want kids at all, and she definitely doesn't want kids now. Baby Eobard kind of gets passed around the X-Mansion for a bit - Hank's got a surprisingly decent paternal instinct, Sean's used to taking care of his little siblings, Charles has a natural (cough cough telepathic) skill for calming him when he gets fussy, and the others do their best. It takes a village, and all that.

Ophelia: It's a good thing she lives just a few floors up from her dad and Norman, since she doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a baby - and obviously they do, since they raised her and she turned out mostly alright. It's kind of a weird situation to explain, and she hopes whoever left the note is back soon, but at least baby Eobard isn't starving in the meantime.

Jasper: Honestly, just ends up dropping off the baby at the hospital or the nearest safe surrender center. They do feel bad, but they're young and poor and definitely don't know how to deal with this (and Kyle's in the same boat), so they're afraid they'd only cause more harm. Better to leave it for someone who knows better.

Kestrel: Wonders if this is some sort of trick, or karmic retribution - this uncanny-valley baby has got to be a changeling, right? This either sends them into a bit of a spiral, or they actually get shockingly attached to the baby (perhaps because they wouldn't want baby Eobard to feel like an outcast the way they did growing up). They've never really taken care of a baby before, and neither has Warren, but at least Stan and Ruth can offer their advice

Katherine: She is barely twenty and has never really wanted kids... but she's also linked to Bastet, and something about that makes her feel inclined to take care of the baby. It's such an emotional paradox, knowing she herself doesn't want kids but also feeling supernaturally driven by her link to the gods, that she ends up breaking down entirely. It's an incredibly emotionally difficult period for her and everyone can see it, and eventually Larry comes in and takes the kid off her hands - at least he's raised a kid before, with Nick and all.

Quinn: Dude, this kid might as well be an alien. For one thing, she lives out in a trailer in the middle of the desert. For another, who the fuck would find her and somehow come to the conclusion that she'd be fit to take care of a baby? She surrenders him at the nearest clinic the first chance she gets - it's just for the best, there's a whole laundry list of reasons why she's not suited to taking care of a baby.

Eris: Is surprisingly adept at taking care of the kid - not exactly motherly, but they know a lot of old wives' tales and tricks from throughout history that keep baby Eobard sleeping well, eating well, calming him when he's fussy, things like that. They gripe about it all the time - he's annoying, he's needy, they're losing sleep, where the fuck are his guardians - but they're surprisingly attentive when it actually comes to taking care of him. (But let's be real, Eobard Thawne as raised by Eris would be a living terror of a human being, let's just hope his actual guardians come back before he gets out of his infancy)

Nikoletta: She's just... uncomfortable. She's barely good at comforting adults, let alone helpless infants, and she's really not sure if there's anyone on the Squad who could help. DuBois has a kid, right? He's changed a few diapers before? She doesn't really want to give baby Eobard up, since that would feel too much like abandoning him and she's got some lingering trauma on that front, but she's also completely lost on what to do. Abner's surprisingly good with the baby - maybe because he grew up with a lot of siblings, and probably had to raise them when his mother neglected them - but he's also racked with anxiety over the whole situation and is terrified he's going to somehow ruin the kid even though he's actually doing a pretty decent job. They're really just trying to ride out the clock until Eobard's rightful guardians come back, and hoping they come back soon.

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc katherine johnson #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

[strangetowntales]

One might ask why Nervous accepts the treatment he gets from the Beakers. Well, firs of all, Nervous has no one else. He was put in foster care when he was still a small child, so he doesn’t have any conscious memory of his family… though sometimes a woman who he kind of perceives as his mother appears in his dreams.

But we’ll get on it later.

And even if he had some memories that he could use to eventually find his family, well. There must have been a reason to take him away.

Nervous has good reasons to believe they didn’t like him much to begin with, just as nearly everyone he has ever met. He can assume they did not care for him properly… or maybe his family was the one to contact social services to raise them from the weight of his existence. Who knows?

What he can tell for sure is, people generally don’t like him.

Growing up, no one seemed to want to be around him. Children would avoid him, if not bully him. Caregivers would simply tolerate his presence. There were a few nice people who were actually kind to him, but almost as soon as he met them he had to move somewhere else. Nervous has always believed those people were good-hearted and felt sorry for him, so they made an effort to treat him with kindness even though deep down they found him repulsive like the others.

Why would someone like him, by the way?

He, too, feels different. There’s something off about him. It has been an hard pill to swallow, but eventually he had to accept it. Everyone else seems to intuitively know what to do in social situations: what to say and what not, and when. How to be funny, how to make a good joke, when to laugh. There are things no one teaches you. You just know. You somehow sense them.

Well, not him. It’s like he’s from (and on) another planet. Of course he has tried to fit in, but you guessed it: it never works. It’s just exhausting and unfullfilling. He doesn’t remember the first time people called him Nervous. It was early on, for sure. For awhile he actually believed Nervous was his real name. Or perhaps he was aware it wasn’t, but he wanted to pretened they weren’t making fun of him. Anyway, at one point no one recalled or even knew what his real name was in the first place, not even himsfelf.

When he was out of the system due to being legally an adult, he had nowhere to go.

In a different life maybe he would have been off to college, instead he found himself in the streets. He quickly ran out of the few money he had before he could find a job, so…

“Hey! Are you ok? Do you need help?”

Nervous was sleeping on a bench when he woke up to the sound of a worried woman’s voice standing right in front of him, her concerned face framed by short red hair. By the uniform she was wearing she must have worked at the hospital. He felt immediately reassured by her presence.

“Hi, my name is Circe.”

The sun was going down and it was getting cold. “I’m Nervous… I mean, that’s how they call me. My name.”

She didn’t comment on his name, just smiled and asked if he had a place to stay, and he answered honestly: not anymore… but hopefully he could find a job soon.

“Well, I’m waiting for my taxi. Do you feel like telling me how you got in this situation in the meanwhile?”

Circe sat near him. Her genuine interest was surprising to say the least. When was the last time someone actually cared about his story? He didn’t remember. It felt relieving to tell someone about it, but he tried to keep it short, he was afraid he would bore that kind stranger. By now he believed he had accepted his fate, but still it was rather painful to talk about it. When he was finished, it happened something he hadn’t dare to hope.

Circe offered him to go home with her.

She explained that she lived with her husband and they were searching for someone who could keep the house clean and tidy since they both worked very much. Also he was a scientist and occasionally needed some help in the laboratory, nothing too difficult. Of course she had to talk about it with her husband, but it was worth to give it a try.

Nervous was so grateful, he didn’t ask a single question. He thanked her profusely but she brushed it off, like she was pulling people off the streets everyday and it was no big deal.

The taxi ride to Strangetown was kind of long. Nervous observed the desert landscape unfolding through the window. They passed what he recognized as the town cemetary, a stone building surrounded by an elegant black fence.

For some reason, he was unable to get his eyes off from it until it faded in the distance.

How he feels stupid now thinking about the way he was feeling that day, how thankful he was to Circe, as well as Loki. He wishes so much to not have ignored that unnerving feeling he got when he saw their house or rather their castle for the first time. To not have ignored the unexplainable uncanniness holding up him when Circe and Loki exchanged a look before informing him he could stay…

#strangetown #sims 2 strangetown #sims 2 storytelling #nervous subject

[goshdangronpa]

We’re almost done discussing the first chapter of “I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU.” We’ve already discussed the first victim of this alternate killing game. We’ve already broken down some important parts of the trial. (Links included for newcomers who don’t want spoilers!) Now, we must reveal the story of the killer - and what happens once that story comes out.

I'm Brave but I'm Chickenshit: The First Blackened

Well, you already know it’s Kazuichi Soda. I revealed it at the end of the previous installment in this series. No surprises in this post. Nope, none at all.

When Kazuichi tries to remember the past few days, what comes up doesn’t feel like a memory. More like an off-kilter movie starring himself… or perhaps a nightmare that seems unreal but feels vivid. When he reflects, he sees some quixotic freak trying to live out a hero fantasy. Yelling for Monokuma to wrestle him, offering to restrain Chiaki while the others check up on her, attempting daring physical feats before being restrained himself - the very thought of such needless risk chills him now. But he can’t deny that this other Kazuichi was (some distorted and disturbing version of) the kind of person he always yearned to be.

Then, late last night, he awoke to a noise from outside. The chair that had been propped against the door handle had been removed. He was finally free to leave his room. When he slammed it open, he found that Chiaki’s door was open as well. This was bad news: the patient’s violent impulses had only worsened with the disease’s progression. For someone so dangerous to be outside of her ravaged room, on the loose and probably on the hunt … Kazuichi couldn’t let this stand. He needed to rally the troops and help them find her.

Suddenly, he spied, leaning against his doorway, a sword. Its origin was unknown, perhaps unknowable … maybe even divine. Yes, this blade must have been intended for him to wield against evil. No need to rouse anyone else from their slumber. He shall handle this himself.

The brave knight found his foe at the front entrance, struggling to unlock the door. Grinning, he leapt toward her and repelled her away, blocking her escape and protecting the other half of the island’s residents. Unfortunately, watching movies of samurai and ninja and knights doesn’t count as training in the weapon. Kazuichi’s clumsiness with the sword enabled her to dodge his parries and swings. She got behind him, then scurried up the steps that lead to the restaurant. On its other side, he realized with a gasp, there’s an outdoor stairwell that can bring her right to the cottages.

He chased. He confronted. He cornered. At last, he killed.

The victory of the moment vanished in the same instant as the target’s soul. Between blinks, Kazuichi stopped seeing a bloodthirsty fiend. He then saw Chiaki Nanami, a quiet and chill girl who got sick and acted differently. Though he couldn’t fully trust anyone under these circumstances, he’d felt that she was harmless enough, even pretty cute. Now, he was holding what looked like a sword, and it was right through her stomach, and the blood wouldn’t stop gushing down the stairs.

Terrified, he impulsively removed the blade and chucked it into the air. The splash it made as it landed in the swimming pool (from far away - guy’s got muscles!) spooked him. Afraid that the sound may have awoken potential witnesses, he fled back to his room, where he awaited his fate. Maybe he wouldn’t even make it to morning. What had prompted him to impale the girl, he recalled with a wince, was that in a last act of desperation, she’d slashed him across the chest with her nails (they’re normally filed short for optimal button-pushing, but she’d been growing and sharpening them at the hospital). He was bleeding, too ... really badly. Knowing he was dead either way, he fainted.

Morning came. Kazuichi was alive, his wound bandaged. He zipped his jumpsuit. He couldn’t breathe a word. Not until another seemingly harmless and pretty cute girl, Ibuki Mioda, urged him to damn himself.

He gets more sympathy than expected. So does Chiaki, which is good. Everyone now understood the nature of Despair Disease. Neither patient was in the right frame of mind. Neither would’ve really wanted to kill. He arguably even saved their lives at the cost of his own. Which is heroic! But, Hiyoko observes, he also failed to speak up when Peko, Fuyuhiko, and Byakuya were all this close to being falsely convicted. So he nearly negated his own sacrifice to what he would’ve known, subconsciously or otherwise, to be his benefit. A coward to the end.

“Can you blame me?” he shouts, no longer caring how he came off. “I don’t want to die, either.”

But die, he must. The votes come in. Monokuma bangs the gavel. Ready or not, it’s punishment time.

Kazuichi’s execution sees him yanked into the air by a claw and dropped roughly onto a conveyor belt. On the other end is a killing machine, a mess of gears and pointy objects and belches of flame straight out of Saw. With walls on either side, he can only run against the flow, as fast as his long legs can take him. Miscellaneous parts and machinery threaten to trip him, and Monokuma (dressed in appropriate safety gear) ramps up the belt’s speed. For the climax, you ever see that part from the movie Modern Times where Charlie Chaplin is caught between moving gears? It’s that, but less silent comedy slapstick and more horror movie mangling.

No one’s happy with this. Least of all because they still couldn’t conclude who among the staff could’ve helped him escape. Someone on the outside had to open the patients’ doors, drop off the weapon, and bandage Kazuichi’s wounds. Speculation runs wild: Byakuya must've done it because he knew where the sword was kept. Ibuki must've done it because how else could an airhead like her solve this mystery? The whole medical staff must've done it because they couldn’t think of a more painless way to stop the disease.

Ibuki takes some pride in saving everyone’s skins, but the agony of the execution and the distrust of her peers severely bums her out. She wishes she could go back to the gates of Hope’s Peak so she could turn around and leave. Or to that fateful morning when the disease first struck, so she could tell everyone what she knows now and maybe change the outcome. She’d even settle for earlier this morning, when she found Mikan beside her in bed again, looking all snug, feeling really warm …

Oh. Oh, shit.

Next week.

PREV: The First Trial

NEXT: Mikan Tsumiki, Ultimate Despair

#I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #goodbye despair #ibuki mioda #kazuichi souda #chiaki nanami #fan execution #I've really built up a backlog and with each week of doing this I'm getting itchier and itchier to just release everything at once #then I end up completely rewriting a post and I'm reminded all over again why I'm staggering releases like this #alas poor Kazuichi! I had other ideas for this character ... but I also really liked these #Chiaki was always gonna bite it at the start though #the cost of making a side character into a protag is finding a way to make the original protag into a side character

[whitehairandblood]

Born to Live | Headlines

Not an immediate continuation, this takes place not long after Torin is brought home.

CW: Mentions of hospitals and surgery, brief reference to disordered eating (blink and you'll miss it), mild PTSD, arguing

"Stormchaser, former field specialist of the ETP's Military Department, was spotted leaving XXXX Hospital yesterday, after spending the last week in intensive care. He was seen leaving with a group of the ETP's Search and Rescue Department, all of whom refused to make any comments on the hero's current state.

Is Stormchaser joining the Search and Rescue Department, or is he retiring from hero work once and for all after his recent incident? Although he has yet to make an official debut, having been working away from the public eye up until recently, he's already accumulating a sizable fanbase who all await with bated breath the news of his successful recovery--"

Torin changes channels on the TV with a flick of his finger, much to Theodore's chagrin.

"You know we have a remote for that, right?" He says from the other side of the kitchen island, sounding only slightly annoyed.

"People don't know how to mind their own business anymore." Torin says offhandedly, ignoring his teammate's comment. He leans his head onto the backrest of the couch, turning to the side to get a better view of his friend.

Theodore comes back into the living room with a mug in each hand. "That's the press for you. They would be out of a job if they knew when to look the other way."

He places one of the mugs into Torin's awaiting hands, and a previously unseen pack of crackers onto the coffee table. Torin takes one look at them and scrunches his nose.

"Oh ew. Are those the salty kind?"

"Take it or leave it. Someone ate all the chocolate covered ones, so this is all we have." Theodore sips at his tea, but not before he gives Torin a pointed look. Torin occupies himself with fixing the medical eyepatch over his eye, conveniently missing Theodore's accusatory glance.

"You heard the doctors." Theodore continues, "You should stick to crackers and tea for now, while you get used to eating more again."

Torin opens his mouth to reply-

"No, chocolate covered crackers don't count."

He closes his mouth.

Theodore smirks into his mug.

"Randvé's already going to kick my ass for letting you have so much sweet stuff. You'd think she's the older sibling with the way she acts around you."

Torin smiles as well at the mention of his sister. He takes a sip from his tea, his smile falling as his face scrunches up. Again.

"How much lemon juice did you put in this? The whole bottle?"

He gets up from the couch- or, at least he tries to, because the sudden movement makes him sway on his feet. He slams the mug onto the table as he leans forward to catch himself, Theodore already on his feet to steady him.

Torin waves him off.

"I'm good, I'm okay, just- got up too fast, is all."

Theodore doesn't move away just yet. He hovers around Torin with his hands outstretched, ready to catch him in case he collapses like last time.

Their teammates are very careful to push their chairs in after they stand up now.

Torin's collection of scabs and bruises seems to grow ever larger, even though he's home now. They'll need to buy corner protectors with the amount of times he bumps into stuff around the house, even with Torin's insistance that it's unnecessary.

He calls a lot of things unnecessary. Corner protectors, pain medication, bedrest. The works.

Torin ends up taking Theodore's offered arm afterall and lets himself be guided into the kitchen. Theodore lets him go once he's sure he can stand on his own.

Torin rummages around the cabinets until he finds what he's looking for, dropping three sugarcubes into his tea which Theodore hands to him from across the kitchen island.

Torin sits down on one of the barstools along the counter, Theodore across from him. He has his own mug with him as well. Must have grabbed it while Torin had his back turned.

They remain like that for a minute or two,  enjoying their drinks in silence and listening to the TV droning on in the background. It's peaceful. Relaxing, even.

"You're making headlines already."

Torin glances up from his drink, finding Theodore watching him intently. He sighs.

"Can we not talk about this right now?"

"You heard what they were saying. They want to know if you're retiring or not."

Torin groans. "I'm out of commission for a week and they're already clutching their pearls." He takes a sip of his now likewarm tea and averts his eyes.

"It wasn't just a week, Torin. You know that."

Torin doesn't reply. He can feel his hand begin to tremble, so he places his mug back on the counter with a sigh.

"Right. More than a week then. Point still stands, I'm not throwing in the towel just because I got roughed up a bit."

Theodore stands up suddenly and Torin barely supresses a flinch in time. His hands tighten around the mug.

"Roughed up a bit?"  Theodore seethes, probably louder than intended. "You lost an eye for fuck's sake! That's not something you can just walk off like before. You need to rest. You need a break."

Torin grits his teeth and stands up as well, having to grip the edges of the counter to steady himself.

"I'm not made of glass, Theo! I can handle myself! Heroes have been through worse and came out standing, this isn't reason enough for me to retire."

"Who's retiring?"

Both heads turn towards the living room as Randvé enters, carrying a bag of groceries in each hand. She walks around Torin to place them on the countertop along the wall, then turns around to look at them.

Torin sighs, sitting back down.

"No one's retiring, Randvé, don't worry about it."

His sister crosses her arms and gives the both of them a skeptical look.

"Uh-huh. And I want to get married with 3 kids and a dog."

Theodore hums from behind his mug, "Good one, but we all know you're a cat person." to which Randvé nods enthusiastically.

Torin groans with his head in his hands.

"I'm not retiring! I didn't sign up for this job only to quit after one incident. I'm here to save people and if that means I'm putting myself in danger, then so be it."

The silence that follows looms over them heavily. Torin is about to follow up with something just to fill it, but his sister beats him to it.

"Did you know they had to restart your heart twice during surgery?"

Torin stares at her, equal parts confused and bewildered.

"What? No, it was only once-"

"Nah, she's right." Theodore cuts him off, placing his mug in the sink next to Randvé. He gives Torin a pat on the shoulder as he passes him on the way back. "It was twice. You almost didn't make it because your power kept intercepting the shocks from the defibrillator."

Torin doesn't reply.

Randvé keeps talking.

"They started writing articles on you while you were still in the hospital. I saw you on the news today, too." She takes a deep breath to steady herself.

"I don't want you to be known as the hero who had to be resurrected twice before his debut. I don't want that to be your trademark-"

"What if I do?" Torin interrupts. He meets her questioning gaze head on and doesn't miss the way she avoids looking at his eyepatch.

"Being the unkillable hero sounds pretty sweet to me. Makes people think twice about messing with me."

"Or make them twice as bold." Theodore butts in, "If there are no consequences, there won't be anything stopping them from crossing a line."

Torin shoots him a glare that Theodore reflects right back at him. He looks dead serious, and it frustrates Torin to no end.

"Why are you acting like I'm in mortal danger? I'm fine now, they wouldn't have let me out of the hospital if I weren't."

Randvé turns him around on the stool by the shoulder so she can look him in the eyes eye.

"You are not fine, Torin, you know that as well as we do. They let you out so you can rest at home, not because you were done recovering. One week is not enough to get over everything."

Torin grits his teeth and sighs heavily through his nose. This isn't something he can win right now. Not with the both of them against him.

He stands up before either of them could stop him. He has to grip the counter's edge again when a sudden jolt of pain pricks the back of his skull, which only frustrates him further.

Great. Another fucking headache.

"Torin-" Randvé tries, but her brother waves her off the same way he did Theodore. He stumbles past the two of them towards the stairs, having to hold onto the railing with both hands.

"I'm gonna go lie down. We can talk about this once you stop treating me like I'll keel over from a slight breeze."

His friends exchange worried glances as they watch him go.

They don't try to stop him.

His tea goes cold where he left it on the counter.

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#born to live #hero whumpee #emotional whump #A Writes #I'm very sleepy so I can't think of any more tags rn #whump writing

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Jul-2022)

The below are/were recommended during Jul-2022 on Twitter. Enjoy !

It’s a Funny Old Game (2015-2016) 159.7K words, Caro_Evomad1

Robert is United’s team captain who has returned to the village with quite a reputation with the ladies (he is single). Robert mentions his car acting up and his sister suggests Aaron look at it as he’s a mechanic leading to their first encounter. Hosting a dinner at Home Farm where Robert lives, a game of spin the bottle/truth or dare ensues leading to a dare for Robert and Aaron to kiss. And so begins what will be a tumultuous journey for the two including a disappearance that will test the limits of their relationship to the fullest. Warning it does get quite dark at sections.

Now is Not Too Late (2018) 13.9K words, EscapingReality51

Robert and Aaron are living separate lives, Robert with Sebastian (all the Whites dead) and Aaron with nice, kind and different (translation boring) Doc pointless. Aaron is trying to come to terms with Sebastian’s existence but as he gradually gets there, his missing Robert grows as well. As the Doc realizes he stands no chance with Aaron over his love for Robert, Aaron makes the decision to give it another go with Robert. Problem is, there’s a certain someone that can’t let go of what Robert did and won’t have them be together - Liv. Can they talk her around or is becoming a family of four a pipe dream?

From Dales to Islands (2018-2019) 42.0 words, WhatAboutSugden

It’s Love Island Robron-ified. Robert has been on for a few weeks and now a pair of new blokes have arrived, coppers, in the form of Aaron and Adam. Things are tense between Robert and Aaron right off the bat but that doesn’t stop the sparks flying. With Aaron’s past involving a closeted relationship and Robert also very much closeted, it won’t be smooth sailing. #theyshipit #robronfans

Back to the Start Again (2019) 5.4K words, danveresque

It’s Robert and Aaron’s second reunion and they’ve walked off hand in hand. What happened next between that time and Robert searching for his keys in the living room? Here, you’ll find out.

In the Cage (2018-2019) 107.0K words, Elbow_Patches

Like a white knight, Robert comes to Aaron’s rescue when he is attacked outside a gay club unable to defend himself against prejudiced lowlifes. Afterwards, in hospital, Robert offers Aaron self defense lessons which after a time he takes up the offer. Robert, it just so happens, is the popular boxer Robert Miller and it turns out both he and Aaron can’t stop thinking of each other. Problem is Robert is not out so their relationship can only be in secret. Will Aaron be able to accept that or will outside forces hinder what they have which includes Robert’s bff Vanessa?

The Saturday Series (2017) 44.4K words, AmandaJane (Cometgirl71822)

A series of three stories which sees Aaron realizing that staying with someone safe and nice (boring) is not what he really wants and decides to fight to get back together with Robert while growing to care for his son SJ (Sebastian). But not everyone is pleased with Aaron’s new outlook and Liv does what she can to stop them moving ahead together including using doc pointless in her arsenal. Lastly, why is it so urgent that SJ get new bloodwork done?

Royals Series (2017) 36.5K words, bugmadoo

Robert is a prince who is next in line to become king one day. Robert has accepted this responsibility but that doesn’t mean that is his sole focus. He is also seeing the court mechanic secretly, Aaron. When the king has a heart attack and needs to recover, Robert realizes that becoming king may not be so much in the distant future. And even though Robert and Aaron love each other, will they be able to continue forward in the end?

Thought it was over when we said goodbye (2018) 11.2K words, softlyspoken

Robert and Aaron are getting a divorce. After getting out of prison and having a legal wedding in the summer, Aaron couldn’t cope with his continued insecurities and inability to be happy so he causes the disintegration of the marriage and files for divorce. It’s now time to sign those papers and while Aaron moved on with doc boring, the realization Robert may have too changes everything inside of Aaron. Will Aaron have the courage to finally fight to be happy - with his husband or is it too late?

It’s the most wonderful time of the year (2017) 12.5K words, wafflesofdoom

It’s Christmas time and Robert and Aaron decide to try to get their families off their backs (Robert giving the finger to the Sugdens, Andy in particular, and for Aaron, getting Chas off his back trying to get him paired off with Finn) by pretending to be boyfriends. It’s only for 12 days, give or take, and everyone will be happy in the end. What could possibly go wrong with such a simple plan?

#robron #robron fanfiction #robron fanfiction recommendations #robron fanfic monday #202207

[chojiakimichi]

Kakashi & Toshiko thoughts

When Kakashi is given charge of team Seven he already doesn’t want them so when Sasuke Uchiha’s younger sister— when Itachi’s kid sister; Obito’s younger cousin, one he never got to meet —tags along because she’s seemingly attached to her brothers shadow all Kakashi thinks is how much he doesn’t want a team mascot too.

But Toshiko is sweet, or so Kakashi quickly realizes. She makes sure— on her days to pack lunch, because her and Sasuke are kids taking care of one another; they alternate on who makes dinner and packs the others lunch and other things kids with parents take for granted —to always send Sasuke with extra snacks. At first the extra snack was for Naruto but then another extra kept ending up in Sasuke bento for him.

She listens; where Naruto night call him old or Sasuke forgets to tack on -sensei, Toshiko looks at him in awe and eagerness to learn. (She internalizes his lessons like none of his other students; Gai might have Lee but Kakashi has Toshiko and she’s not even one of his official students).

After Sasuke leaves and Kakashi has failed yet another Uchiha and Naruto goes to train with Jiraiya and Sakura with Tsunade he starts letting Toshiko house sit for him when he’s on missions. Usually he leaves a summons at the apartment and somehow he always ends up having to pick the summons up from the Uchiha district turned ghost town.

Kakashi offers to help Toshiko find her own apartment once she makes genin. He understand what kind of toll it takes to walk over blood soaked floor boards but Toshiko refuses to move (“Sasuke will be back” she would say, “And I can’t just let the house fall apart while I wait for him”.)

Toshiko, like the rest of team Seven, never sees his face, no matter how hard she tries. And seeing as she’s the only one of his four kids both still in the village and with time on her hands, she tries.

Kakashi usually tries to stick other people with his tabs but on the days Toshiko tracks him down for extra training and they go to eat afterwords he somehow always just pays? Always asks if she’s had enough to eat and pays without complaint, even if she dose remind him that she can pay this time — she’s a ninja now after all.

When Toshiko makes chunin Kakshi gives her a blade. It’s a tantō, not the one that had belonged to his father as that one had long ago shattered but Kakashi remembers Obito telling him how when he made chunin his grandmother had given him a blade of his own; Itachi had told him something similar too. And with no Uchiha’s in the village left Kakashi had taken it upon himself to bestow a blade upon Toshiko.

Toshiko fights people. After Sasuke leaves and his team— and her small group of friends —are all she has left, Toshiko, the usually happy-go-lucky girl keeps ending up in back alley scuffles. Always over someone badmouthing a loved one, sometimes it’s Sasuke or Naruto; the worst fight she got into was over Kaksshi though. Her genin team leader was bad mouthing Kakashi and Toshiko who always took whatever her sensei threw at her stood up straight and told the older jonin to keep his fucking mouth shut. (“I won’t let you spread lies about Kakashi-sensei! He’s a good guy and an even better sensei! I bet your just jealous you’ll never be the same level of teacher, man or ninja that he is!”) Toshiko of course, ends up in the hospital at the end of the day but completely content in the fact she stood up for her actual sensei.

Toshiko doesn’t sign the dog summons contract. Not that Kakashi doesn’t offer it to her— he dose —but by the time he offers it to her she’s already signed her own. (Kakashi and the dogs try to act supportive but she did sign with leopards and no matter how big they might be, a leopard is still a cat).

Toshiko sort of just assumes Kakashi is married to Gai only to then find out he’s not and is so worried about her sensei growing old alone she keeps trying to set him up with diffrent people until they talk about it. (Kakashi tells Toshiko he’s okay with how his life is and if he never gets married and has children to take care of him in his elderly years he’ll just move in with her and her family; to which Toshiko gets oddly excited about).

Kakashi nearly shits a brick when Shikamaru and Toshiko start going out because yeah she’s no long the ten year old team mascot she once was but still, that’s his team mascot! He makes Shikamaru sit through his version of a shovel talk; Kakashi knows Shikamaru and Toshiko have been friends since before either of them was in the academy and that they’ve loved each other longer then admitted too but he can’t just let his faviorte unofficial student off into the world with a boy! (Kakashi ignores Asuma when the other man says he’s acting more like a father than sensei).

When the war is over and Kakashi is Hokage he and Toshiko have lunch in his office once a week. Shikamaru is technically allowed to join but decides not to as he goes to have lunch with his own mother during that time.

Years later, after the war and after they’ve been dating far longer than any of their peers, Kakashi is also part of Toshiko’s wedding processional order. It’s a Nara elder who married Shikamaru and Toshiko but it’s him who walks down the isle behind her with her brothers, ready to give her away and watch the little girl who showed up to his first team meeting become someone’s wife.

#oc: toshiko #shikamaru nara x oc #naruto headcanons #kakashi hakate #My Writing

[callme-harris]

“The bitter taste on my tongue.Too many holes, the damage done”

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [RHETT HARRIS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [LEWIS PULLMAN]. You must be the [TWENTY-SIX ] year old [BOUNCER at OASIS NIGHTCLUB]. Word is you’re [PROTECTIVE] but can also be a bit [HOTHEADED] and your favorite song is [BITTER TASTE by BILLY IDOL]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it

[tw:car accident, depression, cancer, and fighting ]

Family

William Harris- Father

Cynthia Harris- Mother

Blair Harris- Sister

Carter Harris- Brother

Wanted Connections

Ex Girlfriend/former bandmate: UTP

Former bandmates: Rina Cicero, Mack Montgomery, Eleanor Anderson

Ex: Sterling Levin

Friends: Imani Linh, Rina Cicero, Mack Montgomery, Eleanor Anderson, Wes Evans, Liza Levin

Crush: Gwen Moreno

Former Hookup:

Enemies:

Bio

For Harris family had always meant everything. Whether it was his biological family or those he had considered family; Harris believed that there were ties that bound people together forever. As he’s gotten older he realized that he may have been wrong about a few things.

His family had lived in Aurora Bay almost since the formation of the town and the family name was well known for being the kind of people you could count on for anything. His father was the kind of man to believe that hard work would get you everything you wanted. He was also the kind of man that would fix any problem thrown his way. Due to his father‘s reputation, many believed that the entire family was the same and in several ways they were.

The oldest of three siblings; Harris always felt like a the position of protector fell on him. He seemed like he had it all, a good family, a good home, good grades; it all seemed like everything was perfect. The truth was though that Harris wanted more than what Aurora Bay could offer. Though he was excelling in athletics and academics, his true passion was music. An avid drummer; Harris began his musical aspirations at a young age and was hoping to follow them into a full time career. While his parents believe that their sons success would be found in different fields, they still supported him, because it was what made him happy.

By the time he was in college, Harris found a band that had a lot of potential, however they were missing a very important member; a lead singer. After searching the town for someone who fit, the band came across a singer that not only clicked with the groups vibe but also had Harris instantly smitten. They became the classic rock band couple who would write together and whose chemistry could be felt from the audience. It seemed that Harris’ dreams of musical success were within reach. Luck was on their side again when the band had been scouted and offered a tour and contract. It all seemed too good to be true, and for Harris it was. Just when things seemed perfect; tragedy struck.

On his way home after a late night rehearsal Harris was caught in a devastating car accident that left him in the hospital with an arm and both legs broken among other injuries. The bands tour had to be postponed till their drummer was back on his feet. However, what seemed like a couple months was closing in on a year and Harris was still dealing with nerve damage, the possibility he would never walk again, and the fear that he may never leave the hospital room. Realizing her window of opportunity might come to a close, the bands lead singer and the love of his life packed her bags and left Harris without more than a goodbye note. Harris’ world shattered that day and the hole left in his heart from her began to grow into a bitter pit. He started to withdraw from others and argue with those who were trying to help him. Harris was on his way to alienating everyone in his life and burning every bridge in his path. The only thing he hadn’t completely abandoned was his recovery; which he started to put more time into till he was back in his feet and feeling like he could start to drum again. The nerve damage in his left hand was still a problem, but he didn’t want to let his love of music fade away into nothing.

A few years later, tragedy struck again when Harris’ mother had begun to feel unwell. Her condition started to get worse over time and was later revealed to be cancer. The family unit needed to be close by to try to make the most of the situation, so Harris felt like he had to to stick around and help take care of his mom. While his younger brother was in college and his sister wasn’t coping with the diagnosis well, Harris felt like things fell on him and his fathers shoulders. As much as he wanted to find a way out of town, he couldn’t leave again. His parents supported him his whole life and he felt it was his duty to do the same.

Since then, he’s been trying to not let what has happened in his life make him bitter, but it’s been easier said than done. He’s still mad over what his ex had done, he’s sad over how his mother is in poor health, and he’s frustrated and the lingering pain from his accident. It was all of these emotions that led him to his current job. While having a drink at the Oasis Nightclub, a fight broke out and Harris felt the need to step in. Despite the pain he felt in his body on his worst days, on a good day the former drummer knew how to throw a mean punch. He had started boxing in an attempt to help try to recapture some of his athleticism and it came in handy that night. After throwing the guy out of the club he had been offered a job on the spot.

His life isn’t what he hoped it to be and it frustrates him to feel both so stuck and powerless but he’s trying his best to do something with his life in Aurora Bay. Perhaps maybe happiness isn’t to be found in running away but in sticking around and falling in love with his hometown again.

#about #aurorabay.intro