#asked and answered 158

[away-ward]

"I have to laugh 🤣 He got trauma and he still didn’t understand. Sometimes you have to wonder if Will is too dumb for emmy or just so self absorbed that he doesn’t care about her enough 😭"

Oof anon, your comment on will's reaction to his trauma and emmy's abandonment was really harsh 😅 I have read KO's post about will and i agree with his pov on the whole situation. Willemmy was flawed and i love that in nightfall we finally got to see a couple that actually destroy each other, rather than stupid misunderstanding like in corrupt and killswitch. At least when pd said em's gonna be the bitchier ones among the girls, she delivered, and i was here for it! She wasn't fully innocent (unlike rika), i ate that up!! I dont understand why we gotta read dark romance, expect only the MMC to ruck up, and suddenly had to paint em as this innocent girl or woman or something, as if she did not had a fair share to will's ruin? Wasnt this what you hated about what pd did to rika and winter (Other than their appearance and dull characterisation)? Because rika and winter didn't fully deliver their bitchy roles, but were always said that they hurt michael and damon a lot. But finally when we meet emory and we saw her hurting will, we wanna change up her characterisation now? Weird.

Now, as much as i like damon and emory's bond, it still doesnt take away the fact that damon was never always the best "friend" to her, we only saw some crumbs of them here and there, but even then, there were more interpretation than outright declaraction of friendship about these two in canon. It also doesn't take away the fact that damon was a fucking piece of shit to everyone, especially to rika banks and winter, and til this day, i still don't understand why rika got more hate essays than damon. Because if i fucking catch that mf damon, he'd be finished frfr. Just on the basis of all the things he had said to rika alone, made him deserving of execution, now if we add up all of his sins with rika, winter, michael, kai and will, i hope he never gets any happy ending in whatever afterlife he was thrown in, lmao! I'm annoyed at rika, but i fucking hate damon, alright and the hate towards him is so lesser than rika's, why? He was more insufferable than her though? Lets increase the damon hate too, bring back those incompetent damon torrance slander, because we know he fckn need and deserve lots of them.

And did i memtion that i was the anon that gave the unpopular opinion? Yeah, alright. The anon that replied to me had missed a lot of my points, but thanks KO for the intervention, and yes, your interpretation of my ask was similar to what i originally thought when i posted that long ask. I also agree 100% with KO that if i was emmy, i wouldve ditched will forever and never return to Thunder Bay, granted that i wouldnt even hangout with people like the horsemen and i hope i never will. But like i said, i wasnt emmy, you're not emmy, we werent emmy, so i/you/we cant say exactly whats best for her tbh. We can only have headcanons to fix whatever things we wanna fix from canon, and things we wish pd wrote instead, so yes, that's why i said it's a fan's wish fulfillment, but we'll not always get what we want. When you insisted about how pd should write something, you almost sound like how will must have sounded to emmy when he kept urging her to do something even when she didnt owe him anything. That's the kind of entitlement that i was talking about. It wasnt a great feeling right? Yeaaaah. Sounds harsh but yeah sometimes we dont notice that we mirror the same behaviour we criticise. Basically atp, just write our own fanfics. In one corner of my head, im able to accept canon, but in the other corner of my head, willemmy exist happily in love and were only with their companies, there arr no martin, aydin, alex, damon, or even michael, or kai to get in between them. The willemmy in my delulu mind just live happily ever after, and always choose each other above eveyrthing else. Not because pd wrote so, but because im delusional af and cant fully accept canon HAHAHAH 🤣☠️ we just gotta laugh at the pain brothers and sisters 🤞 it really be like that here in pendouglas land. Once this series slowly dies out from my mind, imma ditch this series and move onto something else. Something more fun. Other than that, I dont have much else to add to the conversation though so im ending it here. Thank you for your replies on my original post KO, i like to hear your thoughts on them, i also dont have anything to reply to your roelies of my ask.

Good day ahead to you and everyone!

Hey! Happy to hear from you again. I was wondering if you were going to respond or disappear.

Willemmy was flawed and i love that in nightfall we finally got to see a couple that actually destroy each other,

This is true, but I hadn’t really framed it this way in my mind before.

I’d still place most of the blame on Will for making assumptions and going forward as if those assumptions were fact. But I’ve talked before how I don’t feel Emory is fully innocent, like you said. People are allowed to act on emotion and make mistakes. But just because we understand and sympathize with the way Emory behaved doesn’t mean it wasn’t wrong, doesn’t mean she didn’t let her pride get the in the way.

Just because a snake bites you in defense, doesn't mean you're not going to die from it.

I love Emory. I love her for not being completely collapsing in the face of everything that happened to her. For having passions, despite all her obstacles. I love her for being angry and mean. My heart hurts when she acts out of desperation, because I can understand her just wanting. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t mess up. And loving someone even though they’ve made mistakes and messed up and were mean, I think, is not something to be ashamed of.

She wasn't fully innocent (unlike rika), i ate that up!! I dont understand why we gotta read dark romance, expect only the MMC to ruck up, and suddenly had to paint em as this innocent girl or woman or something, as if she did not had a fair share to will's ruin?

What if we had a genderbent Willemmy?

Sorry. That’s not directly related to what you said, but comparing how we treat MMC and FMC, I wondered if we would still be just as angry with Will if he were Willow and if Emory were Emerson, or something.

it still doesnt take away the fact that damon was never always the best "friend" to her, we only saw some crumbs of them here and there, but even then, there were more interpretation than outright declaraction of friendship about these two in canon.

Oh yeah, absolutely. The idea of them having a strong friendship is all HC, inspired by the last gazebo scene in NF when Damon gave her the canister; that he kept it safe for her. I couldn’t help but wonder what his plan for it was. It seemed like such an unusual, thoughtful thing for him to do, and my imagination just flew from there. Him defending her before and them working together after everything added to that.

KO for the intervention, and yes, your interpretation of my ask was similar to what i originally thought when i posted that long ask.

Okay, good. Sometimes I’m taking a stab in the dark as to what people are saying. Happy that I at least got the gist of where you were going.

We can only have headcanons to fix whatever things we wanna fix from canon, and things we wish pd wrote instead, so yes, that's why i said it's a fan's wish fulfillment, but we'll not always get what we want. When you insisted about how pd should write something, you almost sound like how will must have sounded to emmy when he kept urging her to do something even when she didnt owe him anything.

Yeah, in a way I get what you’re saying. Whether or not PD told the story they wanted to tell or let other people influence them, PD doesn’t owe each and every fan exactly what they want. And PD’s not the first author who didn’t deliver on what they promised.

I will say that a lot of people are upset by how much the other characters took over NF, and I can’t argue with that. I felt the same. But at a certain point, I have to accept that PD’s ideas for the character are not the same as mine, and that’s okay. They created the characters, and they own them, but they also haven’t stopped us from creating our own reality with them. In fact, on their website in that FAQ, they all but encourage us to continue living in the world as long as we want, telling ourselves the stories we want. They're not gatekeeping the characters.

In one corner of my head, im able to accept canon, but in the other corner of my head, willemmy exist happily in love and were only with their companies, there arr no martin, aydin, alex, damon, or even michael, or kai to get in between them. The willemmy in my delulu mind just live happily ever after, and always choose each other above eveyrthing else. Not because pd wrote so, but because im delusional af and cant fully accept canon

This is exactly how I approach Willemmy too! I never needed the author to tell me explicitly what happened to them because I just… filled it in myself?

Yeah, and maybe it is delulu of me. But I’m happy with it.

Once this series slowly dies out from my mind, imma ditch this series and move onto something else

I hope you escape the DN brain rot soon. If you don’t reach out again, it was nice speaking with you, and I hope your next fixation is fun, whatever it is.

-KO

#asked and answered #emory scott #series discussion #fandom discourse #asked and answered 158 #response to prev ask #asked and answered 147

[shittyjakeenglish]

Day 158

theyre watching avatar of course. this was actually the most peaceful moment of the vantas-egbert-english movie night, believe it or not

#this was meant to be an answer to an ask but i cant find it :p #so if you sent smth ages ago abt jake showing egbert avatar im sorry todays dedicated to you #jake english #june egbert #karkat vantas #homestuck #day 158

[autisticredhood]

wanna know something insane. i have 158 tumblr drafts. what the fuck is going on in there. one part baffled bc i swear i only have 2 thoughts ever & one part impressed w my self-control for holding back over 100 thoughts. but also what the fuck 

#that meme of someone being hit w bullets or knives in front of someone sleeping. that is me protecting everyones dashes #158??????? girl HUH??/ #rip sometimes ive started to answer someones q & then i save it as a draft to finish later but then i never look at my drafts so. if uve #sent me an ask and i havent answered its potentially adrift in the drafts wasteland sorry

[jihnari]

Calls zhongli a bad ship but considers chilumi shippers cool when traveler is minor coded.

u know, this guy:

crazy how words don't mean anything anymore

#liking zhongchi is valid of you #disliking chilumi is also valid #telling people their ship is immoral because you personally don't like it is not valid #for anyone who doesn't know lumine and is wondering if she's minor coded she is not #she's 158 centimeters (5 foot 2) #she does not have a child-like body or child-like mannerisms #she is not depicted as a child in canon or in fanworks #maybe im just increasing my karmic debt by answering but it was too funny not to #answered asks

[yawneneteyam]

ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters chapter seven — give us some commentary

summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [1.6k].

pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters

notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. shorter but I wanted to get something out. mentions of blacking out underwater.

⌙ pairing: jamie flatters x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter six | chapter eight

2018.

148…149… 150… 151…

your eyes were closed, the numbers in your head going up and up every second you held your breath for longer. usually, you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, but today, you were so zoned in you didn’t take notice of it. 

you were all in the tank, seeing who could hold their breath for the longest. jack had already come up, around 43 seconds in. he was watching intently from his place, now, outside the tank. it had been four months since you and jamie last had a competition to see who could hold their breath for the longest. you didn’t even care for the competition anymore, the fact of proving to yourself you could do it, mattered even more than beating jamie. 

152… 153… 154… 155…

you could feel your heartrate beginning to quicken. you opened your eyes and tried your best to try and slow it. you looked at jamie, who was ahead of you, the vision of him blurred by the water- but you could make out his silhouette anywhere. 

156… 157... 158... 

you saw his figure jerk a little. you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to make out what he was doing, but it only made sense when you realised he was beginning to sink. 

he had passed out. 

your heart was racing now. you heard splashed from above and saw other figures coming to help, but you got to him first. you tried your best to pull jamie up to the surface, but his unconscious frame was heavy underwater. you silently thanked the free-dive instructor for helping you pull him up. 

time slowed as the rest of the diving team hauled jamie out of the tank. bailey and duane had broken the surface, noticing the commotion. bailey asked you what had happened, but you didn’t register what she was saying; too busy trying to catch your breath, and watch the instructor get jamie to consciousness. 

he didn’t wake up instantly, or maybe he did.. you couldn’t tell. you weren’t sure if you were waiting for five seconds or five minutes, but jamie eventually came to when they were starting to contemplate cpr. 

you pulled yourself up the ladder quickly, realising he was waking up, but you kept your distance, not wanting to be in the way. 

“is he okay?” jack asked from against the railing. no one answered him, too busy trying to make sure jamie was okay. 

it all went really quick after that, jamie was with the medical team for a while before he was sent back to his trailer to rest. you ended up in there only 10 minutes after they cleared him. he had fallen back to sleep on the couch, his head fallen back completely. 

you rushed over to make sure he hadn’t become unconscious again. you said his name a few times but shook him when he didn’t respond. 

jamie took a deep breath before opening his eyes and letting out a groan. “y/n?” he asked.

“im sorry i came in,” you said quickly, “i was worried.. e-everyone was worried. i said i’d come check on you”. a lie. 

“it’s okay,” he gave you what you would pass as a tired smile, “i’m glad you’re here”. you tried to ignore the butterflies that let themselves into your stomach, especially at such an inconvenient time, but you couldn’t help it. 

“i wanna hang, but i don’t know how much longer i should be awake for. they told me to sleep it off,” he chuckled. 

“you’re so stupid for not coming up,” you shook your head, ignoring him. “why wouldn’t you come up?”.

he sighed, “i thought i had it,” he shrugged. jamie cleared his throat before readjusting his position on the couch, making room for you next to him. “i wanted to do well,” he admitted shyly, almost embarrassed. 

you shook your head softly, looking at him. you took in his tired demeanour; you could imagine that he would be wrecked after everything that happened. you were keeping him from resting, you knew that, but you were selfish in the fact that you just wanted him with you, so you could keep an eye on him.

“come on,” you stood up, holding out your hand, “lets get you back to bed.. in a real bed” you chuckled. jamie laughed along with you, if you could call it laughing. he felt like a shell of a man after the last hour. embarrassed he passed out, tired from the rushing and intensity of the situation, but happy that you were here. 

since your kiss, jamie couldn’t stop thinking about you. he felt helpless in a way he hadn’t felt before in his nearly 18 years on this earth. all of his thoughts were consumed by you, the thought of your lips, your laugh, your hips. he couldn’t help himself. 

if anyone came to check on him, he would want it to be you. 

“i’m not that tired, y/n. i’m fine,” jamie tried his best to reassure you, but there was an unspoken truth that you were aware of. 

“there is no way that you’re ‘fine’ after that, jamie” you shook your head, “you don’t need to lie to me,” and he knew that. out of everyone on this set, jamie knew that you were the one he could unapologetically tell the truth to, every single time. 

“i just would rather stay up with you,” he chuckled, resting his head against his knuckles. you both sat in silence for a little while longer, before you stood up and held out your hand to him. 

jamie raised his eyebrows at you, a little suspicious. you moved your hand at him again, showing your growing impatience, he haphazardly grabbed your hand. you pulled him into the back of his trailer and sat down on his bed. jamie didn’t let go of your hand as he sat next to you; he was drinking in your touch for as long as he could. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled, suddenly getting nervous under his gaze. he noticed your change in demeanour, this was the first time you had ever acted like this when he looked at you. even in the dim lights of his trailer, jamie could swear your face grew a faint blush.

“i’m not looking at you like anything,” he smirked, shrugging his shoulders. a blatent lie from him, and jamie knew it. he was looking at you like he always does, like you hung the moon and the stars. 

you shook your head, trying to ignore the butterflies that were making their presence known in your stomach. “you need to rest, flats” you said. 

he knew you were right, but he wanted this time with you more than he did sleep. “we have the entire weekend to rest,” he rebutted, “i can relax at the beach with you tomorrow.”

“you’re crazy,” you laughed.

“how so?” 

you didn’t respond, just shook your head at him. “you need to let go of my hand so you can get into bed,” you suddenly took note of his fingers that were still intertwined with yours. jamie pulled away rather quickly, afraid he was making you uncomfortable. 

“we can lay down,” he said, shuffling himself towards the top of the bed, “but i’m not sleeping yet,” 

“you say that, but i know you” you laughed, switching the tv on, “you’ll pass out, flats.”

and that he did. you and jamie watched around twenty minutes of some movie he claimed was a ‘cinematic masterpiece’ before he dozed off before the plot could even move along. “night flats,” you whispered, pulling the covers over his body fully. you knew the medical team would check on him during the night, so you thought it would be best to head back to your trailer. you managed to slip out of his trailer, after picking up for a little while and leaving jamie a note. 

you went and saw bailey for an hour before you went back to your trailer, falling asleep, ready for your first free weekend in a while.

jamie was up with the medical team at two, four hours after you left him. he was so tired when they came, he was eager to go back to sleep. but when he woke up properly the next morning, he was finally in the right mind to have a shower and get ready for the day. 

jamie knew filip and duane wanted to go to manhattan beach again, spend their day lounging away in the sunshine and the sea. he wondered if he could rope you into coming with them, but he remembered you mentioning seeing your parents this weekend. 

he was about to head out to see filip, when a note sitting on his kitchenette caught his eye. 

“next time you’re up for it we can actually finish a film together. see you in the morning, superstar”

he couldn’t help the involuntary smile that found its way to his lips, or the way that his cheeks suddenly felt hot. he really was wrapped around your little finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

with a shake of his head, jamie quickly made his way over to filip’s trailer. 

“bro, what’s the rush?” filip asked from his couch after jamie barrelled his way into the trailer.

“i think i’m in love with y/n..” he blurted out. 

he and filip sat there in silence for a while, jamie being completely checked out after the realisation of how intense his feelings were for his castmate. 

“well..” filip sighed, “congrats on being the last one to find out,” 

#all things connected 𓆝 𓆟 #jamie flatters x reader #jamie flatters imagine #jamie flatters #jamie flatters au #avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #avatar the way of water

[writing-to-survive]

#158

"You took everything from me. Why shouldn't I kill you?" A asks.

The man chokes, gasping for air. A's foot presses harder onto his throat. Blood mixed with tears leaks from various spots on the man.

"No answer?" A smiles, holding a blood smeared knife up. "Then I assume you agree with me."

#fiction #writing #writing prompts #writing prompt #creative writing #fiction writing #horror prompt #horror prompts #scary #character dialogue #writing dialogue #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialouge prompts #revenge prompt #revenge #right or wrong #? #you pick #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing to survive #writing-to-survive

[livinggeekchic]

For #phreread2023 week 5, @laukisimp and I collaborated to analyze Hecate’s prophecy in Episode 69 “Moon Maiden” and decipher what it tells us about Lauren’s character development.

When Lauren visits the circus for the first time, she is pulled aside by Hecate (the fortuneteller) for a tarot reading. Lauren draws five cards: the two of swords, the five of cups, the tower, the ten of swords, and death. These cards foretell events that will take place over the next two seasons—and we believe the clues in Hecate’s words can be decoded to pinpoint specific moments in Lauren’s character growth arc, leading up to the moment she’s kidnapped in 158.

The two of swords represents the confusion we face when forced to make a difficult choice. Blindfolded, the woman cannot see the problem clearly and thus cannot find a solution. Throughout S2 and S3, we see that Lauren avoids facing hard truths. She knows that the people around her could be Phantom Scythe, but doesn’t want to believe it can be anyone close to her. She knows Kieran likely can tell her something about the kidnapped kids—about what happened to Dylan—but she’s too afraid to ask. She needs to remove the blindfold and allow herself to seek the answers to these questions. She needs to choose a path: continue to blindly chase the Phantom Scythe in her quest for revenge, or move on and live for the future?

The five of cups explains why she can’t make that choice: she’s too focused on the loss of her childhood friend, her perceived failure to save him and the others at Allendale (and in losing her rank, putting her even further from figuring out what happened), and the disappointment and guilt that she feels over what happened in her past. She is unable to let go and forgive herself, and thus, she cannot see the two standing cups: new opportunities and potential. She has the potential to help save Kieran, and the opportunity to do a lot of good for everyone who’s caught up in this war between the royals and the Phantom Scythe. In the episodes just prior to this, Lauren and Kieran visit Greychapel and discuss how poor the conditions are. Kieran states that while they’re trying to stop the terrorists in the Phantom Scythe, the revolution must happen. It’s possible that the “new opportunity” is Lauren joining Kieran in helping bring about this revolution.

In episode 75, titled Tumbling Tower, Sandman reveals that Lauren’s parents were apostles. This knowledge shakes her entire belief system. She thought that the Phantom Schythe was made up of monsters, and yet her parents were founding members. There is also a literal tower in this story—one that Sandman is currently locked in, as he’s writing Lauren a letter. Is it possible that there are more revelations to come? Ones that will bring Lauren’s existing goal, based on false premises, crashing down?

The destruction of the tower is necessary to clear out old mistruths and make way for something new. But how she handles that course of action depends on her reaction to the betrayal. The ten of swords: someone has stabbed her in the back. But it’s important to note that the sword series in tarot tells the story of a person who attempts to use the swords for faulty reasons, makes mistakes, tries to run from them, and ultimately suffers the pain of being stabbed by them. The story of someone who allows themselves to fall victim to that internal pressure. The swords are a weapon, and can have potential for destruction or good, depending on how they are wielded.

In episode 156, Lauren discovers that March has been lying to them. He’s led her coworkers into an ambush and Lauren herself is being pursued by PS members. Lauren didn’t want to consider that March might be PS; she dismissed Kieran’s questioning of March in episode 146, misinterpreting his statements about his family and the true criminals of Ardhalis.

In episode 158 she is pursued, chased into a warehouse where all of her anxieties and fears overwhelm her. She has been continually plagued by the guilt she feels about Allendale, and now she adds to that the losses that she fears are yet to come (images of a deceased Kieran, Kym, and Will coming to her mind). She is unable to wield the swords because of her continued avoidance of the truth. Blindfolded, she doesn’t want to face her suspicions about Dylan, and doesn't want to consider March as the betrayer. So she spirals, and all of her anxieties take over. They paralyze her in that warehouse, leading to her being knocked out and kidnapped. The title of Episode 158, Seething Sword, tells us that she has been dealt that final blow.

But like the death card, the end of one thing means a new beginning for another. She must learn to wield the swords instead of letting her trauma weigh her down. It’s a symbolic death, not a literal one. The old Lauren, the part of her that was driven by guilt and shame, needs to be buried so the new Lauren, freed of those shackles she’s carried for ten years, can instead look to the future.

And what might we see in the future? We know that Lauren is at a crossroads. The two of swords signifies that two equal and opposing forces are at war, and she is caught in the middle. She has been stuck between the PS and the government of Ardhalis. She wants to take down the PS, but she is increasingly finding that the APD isn’t the paragon of justice she thought it was. Similarly, the PS isn’t entirely evil; though their methods are, their goal is relatable. We believe that Lauren will choose her own path. She won’t side with either, and will instead forge her own way forward, alongside Kieran. Perhaps she will choose to forgo her detective rank and become a fugitive with Kieran—especially if his identity ends up becoming compromised. Perhaps she will support a revolution of the poor and mistreated against the royals who keep them in the dirt.

“He” is closer to her, more similar than she thinks. We believe this is a reference to the leader. She thinks he is hidden in the shadows, but it’s very likely that the leader is someone close to her, given the clues about her parents, the Snapdragon, and how the leader kept her alive all these years. Like Lauren, the leader has also lost people close to him and seeks revenge—against the royals for the massacre of the Snapdragon, for burying those truths along with their bodies.

Hecate mentions enemies, plural, and it’s true that Lauren has many enemies now. Not only those in the Phantom Scythe, but even within the APD, for what she’s doing as Lune. She needs to question those around her more: Stefan, Dakan, March—these people have all lied to her in the past, and yet she is too clouded by her intense focus on the Phantom Scythe to consider those around her. She must remove the blindfold, and it starts with letting go of the past.

Lauren’s obsession with Dylan is holding her back. She needs to accept the truth—that Dylan is dead, and there’s nothing else she can do for him. But that doesn’t mean all hope is lost. She can make a difference in Kieran’s life. She can save him from his cursed fate to kill and kill until he himself perishes. She can help him take down the leader. But in order to do this, she might have to set her privileged life aside. Only when she stops focusing on the past can she create a new future.

#purple hyacinth #webtoon #kieran white #lauren sinclair #ph reread #lauki

[wilcze-kudly]

I know this is a Beifong blog, and you don't have all the answers, but...Whatever happened to Sokka, Suki, Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai? Why haven't we ever see them in ATLOK (Avatar: The Legend Of Korra)?

Sokka

Well um, Sokka's dead for sure. We know he died before tlok, Katara mentions this in the first episode. The statue commemorating him also seems to be rather recent, as it is part of the Southern Water Tribe Cultural Centre, which was built by Varrick, I think. The fandom consensus is that he died in 158 AG, at the hands of the Red Lotus while defending baby Korra. However I couldn't find any canon confirmation of this other than hints.

We know he was a Conucilman in Republic City for a while, and later in life became known as Chief of the Southern Water tribe. My personal headcanon is that Katara was Chief until Aang died. After the death of the love of her life, I imagine Katara would withdraw more and share or hand over this particular responsibility to Sokka. I have more headcanons but this is meant to be objective soo..

Suki

I've seen a lot of rumours on Suki having died young, however, I cannot find anything confirming or denying those. From what we know, she went on to lead the Kyoshi warriors, she also acted as Zuko's bodyguard.

My personal theory is that Suki eventually left the bodyguarding duties to Ty Lee and continued to travel, spreading Kyoshi's magnificanet bisexual teachings.

She appears to still be with Sokka at least up until 124 AG, so... just into her fourties if I'm doing the math right. I do find it hard to believe her and Sokka wouldn't have children, though her serving in the Fire Nation and him spending a lot of time in Republic City may explain why they hasn't settled down yet. I do have headcanons (*cough* Baatar Sr *cough*)

Aang also tell Tenzin that Suki had "skills Sokka could only dream of" so... our underrated queen stays winning.

Azula

Azula, Azula... We have no idea what happened to Azula. My hopes are that she will get her redemption in some way or another, but she is not mentioned in tlok or any other media that I've found.

So... let me dream. I've always adored the theory that Azula eventually became the Bhanti Shaman we see in tlok. Now, there are rough edges to this theory and I don't actually believe it, however it makes me happy.

There are certain surface level similarities in appearance, but seeing Azula gain enlightenment and a sense of peace in an old age means a lot to me. I could ramble about this headcanon all day. Feel free to ask me about it.

Ty Lee

We don't know much about Ty Lee other than her still being an active Kyoshi warrior in 124 AG. My assumption is that sh was a member of the organisation in some form to her death/ or till tlok. If she were, I'd imagine her organising whatever Kyoshi Warriors there are in the Fire Nation. I could also see her being an aunt figure to Izumi and still acting as a defender to the Firelord in some capacity.

We have no explicit mention of her death, so she could be alive and kicking, doing backflips at the tender age of 80 something, hey I believe in her.

Mai

While Mai and Zuko did break up in the comics, I can see them getting back together later in life. She deserves to be firelady, and I think she'd be damn good at it too. Something about the girl who was always told to be quiet and obedient becoming queen makes me all guddy inside. Besides, the similarities between Michi (Mai's mom), Mai herself and Izumi are undeniable. Jawline as sharp as one of those throwing knives, goddamn.

Whew! This took more than an hour of research and typing (mainly cause I'm slow as fuck and need to check my sources every 10 secs) so I hope you enjoyed, anon! While yes, I am a Beifong blog and asks about the Beifongs, particularly Suyin's children will always make me super giddy, I enjoy all asks. Sorry for injecting my personal headcanons and biases, but I did my best to be objective!

#sokka #suki #sukka #azula #ty lee #mai #maiko #korra #izumi #firelord izumi #aang #tenzin #varrick #baatar sr #legend of korra #tlok #avatar #the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #atlok #atla #lok #avatar: the last airbender #the last airbender #avatar the last airbender

[sophiebernadotte]

15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @queen-of-boops & @sparxaf 🥰

1) Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2) When was the last time you cried?

This past night, I got the brilliant idea to, at 00:30, read a Chenford fanfic where Lucy died & Tim had a full breakdown. You can find it here if you also want to have cry xx

3) Do you have kids?

Does my dog count? Yes, yes, she does. So yeah, I do have one kid.

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I did horseback riding for a little over 11 years.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

I'm fluent in it (imagine me doing a hair flip here)

6) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Good question... I would say hair or outfit.

7) What’s your eye colour?

Blueish-grey.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, 100%! You're talking to someone who found Scream too scary to watch... 😂

9) Any talents?

Spending hours upon hours scrolling through Tumblr & reblogging pictures.

10) Where were you born?

For privacy reasons, I'm just gonna say somewhere in Västerbotten.

11) What are your hobbies?

See the answer to question 9. Apart from that, I've re-fallen in love with pilates this autumn.

12) Do you have any pets?

Yes, I do & thank you for asking. She's only been mentioned once so far, which is a crime, in her opinion 😂 According to Ana, she's the centre of the universe & everyone should be focused on giving her attention. & she's correct 🥰

13) How tall are you?

158 cm, which apparently is around 5'2.

14) Favorite subject in school?

Is anyone surprised if I say it was history? 😂 I liked all of the social science subjects, to be fair...

15) Dream job?

Being paid to talk about royalty the whole day would be a dream.

Not gonna lie, I wasn't sure if I would be able to think of 15 people to tag, but here we go: @death-of-astar @bridgertonbabe @silverhallow @lizisanamimal @world-of-wales @cambridgemadness @princesscatherinemiddleton @amiscellaneouscollaboration @amymarched @corbenic @foreverinthepagesofhistoryy @royal-things @grandmaster-anne @tim-lucy @bridgertonian & anyone else who feels like answering these questions, consider yourself tagged by me :)

#saga.txt

[thenoeyebunnynobunsusmaingallery]

Old design of Noah as Dante from Limbus Company.

I may have a headcanon for her as Dante. She lost her right eye and some part of her memories. She can talk to everyone, but sometime needs to send a ticktok code to the sinners.

She is pretty short (158 cm.) so 80% of the sinners don't take her seriously. But Noah is too kind and soft heart to mad at them unless it's at her limit.

Some relationship with sinners.

With Gregor : At the very first time when she got force to work as the manager, Gregor could at least made her calm down with his talk. After Conto 1, She still feels bad for Gregor and feels sorry that couldn't do anything.

With Rodion : Rodion sees her as a little girl who needs to be treat well. So sometime she likes to spoil Noah. Her friendly and out going made Noah feel safe around her, especially she doesn't call Noah as Manager which she is not used to it.

With Sinclair : Noah has a habit of mother like, she always care for someone too much like a overprotective mother. When it comes to Conto 3, she tries her best to help Sinclair as the manager. For Noah, he is her child.

With Don Quitoxe : Similar with Sinclair, she also sees her as her child. With her playful and childish, Noah couldn't help, but worry if Don will made a trouble. After Vergilius beated her as a punishment, Noah decided to talk to her more to comfort and help her with anything she could.

With Ishmael : Noah seems to trust her from her reasonable personality, so she could for help from Ishmael.

With Outis : Noah doesn't used to with Outis's habit of licking her boots, so she always ask for her to stop, but it seems worse... Although she believes this lady could help her with the combat.

With Faust : She could be the one that Noah could rely one. Faust can answer her curiousity and gives her some advice for the plan. Even that Noah still not used to with her intelligent language.

#Oc #Doodle #Noah Risencano #limbus company #limbus company oc #limbus oc #limbus dante

[neekins]

"I'll always find you"

Part Two

Fandom: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder Pairings: Ravi x Reader, implied Pip x Connor Warnings: Kidnapping, jealousy, neglectance, sad Ravi, sad Pip (I’m sorry, I love her too), angst. Summary: Set in the second book (kind of, only small mentions), but Pip is not the only one receiving warnings. Ravi ignores it until he loses his girlfriend who he had neglected to prove Sal’s innocence.

Part One …

It has been a few months since Y/N has arrived home. She hadn’t contacted anyone since she arrived. Of course everyone knew. Both Pip, Cara and Ravi had been trying to contact her.

So far, she had 158 text messages and 93 missed calls from Ravi. Every time he called, she would stare. She wanted to answer it, but she couldn’t manage it.

At school, she couldn’t look at anyone. They were always staring. She resorted to eating her lunch in the school washroom, but it didn’t matter because Pip had started eating her lunch to keep Y/N company.

She hadn’t heard from Becca, but she was filled in on all the fun she missed thanks to Pip’s podcast. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what happened with Becca. She missed Bee. …

Y/N walked into the dining room to find her family sitting for breakfast. They all tensed when she sat at the table.

“Did I miss something?” she asked.

“No…,” her mother said quietly, “It’s just that Nisha and Mohan came by yesterday. Ravi’s not well.”

“Why?” Y/N’s breath was lost. “What’s wrong with him?”

“What’s not wrong with him?” her brother muttered to himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N turned to her mother.

“He wants to see you,” Y/N averted her eyes. “He refuses to eat and he’s locked himself in his room.” …

And so Y/N found herself on the Singh’s doorstep. She heaved a breath and lifted her hand to the door. She gently knocked twice. Not too loud to seem invasive, but not too quiet for them not to hear.

Nisha opened the door. Her expression was a bit like her mother’s when she looked at her. Teary eyes, quivering chin and shifting stare. She lifted her arms out to ask Y/N for a hug. Y/N abided. Her caring arms reminded Y/N of her mother’s as well.

“Come in, come in,” Mohan said as he approached the two hugging figures.

Y/N and Nisha let go of each other and stepped into the house. Mohan gave Y/N a side hug.

“He’s upstairs,” Nisha said.

Y/N smiled and found her way up their wooden steps and to Ravi’s room. She knocked.

“Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang.

“Go away," his voice was heard.

“Okay, bye," She sang once more.

The door opened and revealed the one and only ravishing Ravi Singh.

“I’m joking, he said. “Come in."

Y/N followed him in his room. It was a mess. Other than his bed, his clothes were thrown everywhere.

A framed picture of them laid on his bed. He wore his graduation clothes with one arm around her and the other holding the camera while she had her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

He lay on his bed.

“Ravi, have you eaten?"

“I’m waiting on you," he said. “We’re supposed to go to that cafe you like."

Y/N sat on his bed and reached for his hand, which he gladly gave her.

“What happened?"

“You mean with Bee. Pip covered that on her podcast."

“No," she said. “With us.

“I can’t answer that, I am sorry for neglecting you and it is completely my fault," he glanced at her with his kind eyes. “I got a warning to stop or someone I cared about would be hurt. I didn’t listen and that person was you. I’m just sorry. I thought if I distanced myself from you, you would be in the clearing. I didn’t worry about Pip ‘cause she had Connor.

“That's not what I expected but I completely understand," Y/N could feel the tears burning her eyes. “I just wish you told me sooner."

“N/N, if we could do it all again and you knew why," he paused. “Would you stay?"

“In any alternative, I’d stay."

Ravi got up to kiss her hair. She lifted her arms to his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet hers.

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#ravi singh x reader #ravi singh x female reader #ravi singh imagine #ravi singh #pippa fitz amobi x female reader #pippa fitz amobi x reader #pippa fitz amobi

[nordleuchten]

Heyy, have you ever wrote about Lafayette and Napoleon's feelings/contact with each other?

'cause even knowing some stuff about them, i think that there might be more for it than I know

Thankss <3

Dear Anon,

the relationship between La Fayette and Napoléon was a very complex and layered one, but I will try to give you detailed summary.

The first link between La Fayette and Napoléon was in January of 1791 when a young Napoléon mentioned La Fayette in a letter to his friend Matteo Buttafoco. The letter and commentary on it can be found in this post here.

The next serious connection between these two man came when Napoléon defeated the Austrians and the Treaty of Campo Formio was signed, thus freeing La Fayette and his fellow prisoners from Olmütz. La Fayette, duly thankful to Napoléon, wrote the General a note of thanks. Again, the letter itself and commentary can be found in this post here.

La Fayette spend the next years in exile and he and Napoléon had next to no real connection at the time. This all changed when La Fayette, due to the brilliant work of Adrienne, returned to France during Napoléon’s Coup d’État in 1799.

His name and the names of many of his family members were still on the list of émigrés so legally they could not return to France. When La Fayette did so anyway, Napoléon was not amused. He was eventually consoled by Adrienne and Napoléon eventually restored La Fayette’s citizenship in March of 1800.

La Fayette was banned from attending the memorial service for the American General George Washington who died on December 14, 1799. George Washington had been a close friend, confident and father figure for La Fayette. Despite all this, La Fayette’s and Napoléon’s relationship still was rather friendly. They actually had a certain respect for each other as Generals but especially Napoléon was from the start quite wary around the Marquis. La Fayette had been vastly popular in France and still was. His popularity had greatly suffered during the second half of the French Revolution but his time in prison and the actions of his wife had partly helped to restore it. La Fayette had no political ambitions when he returned to France and his popularity was still tarnished but he nevertheless could have posed a threat to Napoléon if he really, really would have wanted that. The two of them met a few times at social functions and also exchanged letters but their relationship deteriorated more and more with time. They were similar in one aspect though, they both longed for glory – but their approach was different.

Napoléon hoped to gain La Fayette’s support for his government but La Fayette refused to serve in the Senate and to become the French ambassador to his beloved America, although both positions were suggested to him through different sources. La Fayette was also offered to be made a member of the Legion of Honour. He again refused. He had no interest of being overly entangled with Napoléon. Although not being outspoken in public La Fayette would not keep his opinions for himself if somebody asked him about his opinions. Actually, there was no need asking him about his opinions, La Fayette was one of the most well-known men in France, everybody even remotely interested in politics knew his stance. There is a passage from a conversation Napoléon and La Fayette had in the summer of 1802:

‘I [Napoléon] must tell you, General Lafayette, and I see with regret that, by your manner of expressing yourself on the acts of the government you give to its enemies the weight of your name.’ Lafayette replied, ‘What better can I do? I live in retirement in the country, I avoid occasions for speaking; but whenever anyone comes to ask me whether your regime conforms to my ideas of liberty, I shall answer that it does not; for, General, I certainly wish to be prudent, but I shall not be false.’

Bayard Tuckermann, Life of General Lafayette; with a critical estimate of his character and public acts, Vol. 2, Low, London, 1889, p. 158.

La Fayette did not trust Napoléon and did not wish to be part of his government. La Fayette voted against the consulship for life and this decision was at least from Napoléon’s point of view the final nail in the coffin of their relationship. La Fayette explained to Napoléon himself in a letter from May 20, 1802:

General – When a man who is deeply impressed with a sense of the gratitude he owes you, and who is too ardent a lover of glory to be wholly indifferent to yours, connects his suffrage with conditional restrictions, those restrictions not only secure him from suspicion, but prove amply that no one will more gladly than himself behold in you the chief magistrate for life, of a free and independent republic.

Life of Lafayette: Including an Account of the Memorable Revolution of the Memorable Revolution of the Three Days of 1830, Light & Horton, Boston, 1835, pp. 1.

But La Fayette was still somewhat out of Napoléon’s reach. But his son, who joined the military in 1800, and his son-in-law, Louis de Lasteyrie, were not. Although both of them and especially Georges, distinguished themselves in battles, they were not promoted. Whenever a promotion for one of them was up for debate, it never came to pass. La Fayette’s son and son-in-law therefor left the army in September of 1807 – there was just no point in serving any longer.

During the 100 Days, Napoléon’s brief return to power after his exile on St. Helena and prior to his exile on Elba, La Fayette became outspoken once again. He had been elected to the Chamber of Representatives (not to be confused with the Chamber of Deputies; both were the lower chambers of the French Parliament but the Chamber of Deputies was active during the Bourbon Restoration, the Chamber of Representatives was only active during The Hundred Days) in 1814. He had previously argued that too little people in France were eligible to vote the members of the Chamber of Deputies that such a political body could never represent France. Anyway, La Fayette was pretty silent as a Representative until June 21, 1815, after Napoléon’s defeat at Waterloo. The Chamber meet early that day to discuss the general state of affairs. La Fayette rose and proposed the following:

Representatives! For the first time during many years you hear a voice, which the old friends of liberty will yet recognize. I rise to address you concerning the dangers to which the country is exposed. The sinister reports which have been circulated during the last two days, are unhappily confirmed. This is the moment to rally round the national colours—the Tricoloured Standard of 1788—the standard of liberty, equality, and public order. It is you alone who can now protect the country from foreign attacks, and internal dissensions. It is you alone who can secure the independence and the honour of France.

Permit a veteran in the sacred cause of liberty, in all times a stranger to the spirit of faction, to submit to you some resolutions which appear to him to be demanded by a sense of the public danger, and by the love of our country. They are such as, I feel persuaded, you will see the necessity of adopting:

I. The Chamber of Deputies declares that the independence of the nation is menaced.

II. The Chamber declares its sittings permanent. Any attempt to dissolve it, shall be considered high treason. Whosoever shall render himself culpable of such an attempt shall be considered a traitor to his country, and immediately treated as such.

III. The Army of the Line, and the National Guards, who have fought, and still fight, for the liberty, the independence, and the territory of France, have merited well of the country.

IV. The Minister of the Interior is invited to assemble the principal officers of the Parisian national Guard, in order to consult on the means of providing it with arms, and of completing this corps of citizens, whose tried patriotism and zeal offer a sure guarantee for the liberty, prosperity, and tranquillity of the capital, and for the inviolability of the national representatives.

V. The Ministers of War, of Foreign Affairs, of Police, and of the Interior are invited to repair immediately to the sittings of the Chamber.

Bayard Tuckermann, Life of General Lafayette; with a critical estimate of his character and public acts, Vol. 2, Low, London, 1889, pp. 190-193.

The resolution was soon adopted with the exception of the fourth paragraph. Please note that the exact wording of La Fayette’s little speech differs a little bit from translation to translation, but the gist is always the same. La Fayette more or less openly called for the abdication of the Emperor Napoléon. When Napoléon’s brother urged the Chamber to reconsider La Fayette answered him that (again, different sources translate slightly different):

Who shall dare to accuse the French nation of inconstancy to the Emperor Napoleon? That nation has followed his bloody footsteps through the sands of Egypt and through the wastes of Russia; over fifty fields of battle; in disaster as faithfully as victory; and it is for having thus devotedly followed him that we now mourn the blood of three millions of Frenchmen.

Life of Lafayette: Including an Account of the Memorable Revolution of the Memorable Revolution of the Three Days of 1830, Light & Horton, Boston, 1835, p. 114.

Yes, la Fayette could give quite a speech - if he wanted to. Other the next days, Napoléon was urged to abdicate (June 22, 1815) with the threat that the Chamber would otherwise abdicate for him. The Chamber selected a committee of fife men to meet with delegates of the allied forces for the allies had promised peace negotiations, provided Napoléon was not longer in power. One of these fife men was La Fayette. There are not too many letters from La Fayette about these events that I can show you, but here is an excerpt from a letter to Thomas Jefferson from October 10, 1815:

In your Letters of Last year, anterior to the first Abdication of Bonaparte, you Had Expressed a due Sense of that Character who Having it in His Power to Be a Blessing did prefer to Become a Curse to Mankind. His despotism and His follies Had made the Restoration of the Bourbons, notwithstanding foreign invasion, a popular Event—They Returned the Compliment. Their prejudiced mismanagement, the more Glaring improprieties of Privilege-men Gave Napoleon the Opportunity to Reappear as a Representative of the Revolution. Whatever may Have Been a few Subaltern Intrigues, the Great, the Efficacious Conspiracy in His Behalf may Be attributed to the Counter Revl[uti]onary party.

in those transactions I took No part altho’ I would Have Readily assisted in Opposing Napoleon Had Not the patriotic System me[t] the Same objections which Had Ruined the Constitutional throne of 92.

We then Have Seen the Imperial destroyer of french Liberty Reassuming a Republican Language, Bowing to [na]tional Sovereignty, allowing a free press, and altho’ Vindictive or Arbitrary acts too often Betray’d old Habits, persuading many patriots to Rejoice at His Conversion—Not So did I—But While I Shunned personal Communication with Him, I declared that, if a free Representation was Convened, I would Stand a Candidate—we were, my Son and myself elected.

at the Same time a million of foreign invaders were, in Concert with Lewis the 18t and the elder Branch of His family, Led Against Bonaparte, was it Said, against what and whom the Event Has proved—the defense of national independance and territory Became, of Course, our principal object. it was my opinion that Unanimity and vigor Could Better Be Roused By a popular than By the Imperial Government—The Majority of the Assembly and Army depended more on the General Ship of Napoleon altho’ His whole troops did little Exceed two Hundred thousand. So we all joined on that Line of Resistance. No impediment was thrown, Every Assistance was Given. Never did our Heroïc Army fight Better than at waterloo. a Stubborn Mistake of Bonaparte Lost the day. He deserted His Soldiers, and Determined to dissolve our Assembly, usurp dictatorial powers, prefering the chances of Confusion and involving destruction to those of firmness and patriotism. That part of the impending Evils was timely prevented. it might Have Been the Case with the other part, altho’ Coming upon us in a Storm, Had Not the old diplomacy in poland, Napoleon’s policy in Spain, the Spirit of pilnitz in 91, and of the Last Congress at vienna Been far Surpassed By the present Coalition.

inclosed you will find a few pieces Relative to our Late House of Representatives. their declaration of the 5t July 1815 Congenial with the principles of 1789 are an additional proof that if the french people Have deplorably Erred in the means they Have Steadily persevered in the primary object of the Revolution.

“Lafayette to Thomas Jefferson, 10 October 1815,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of Thomas Jefferson, Retirement Series, vol. 9, September 1815 to April 1816, ed. J. Jefferson Looney. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2012, pp. 67–69.] (05/22/2023)

After Napoléon’s abdication, the relationship between him and La Fayette effectively ended safe for one important letter that I would like to show you. La Fayette had himself been a prisoner of war for several years and he had suffered under the conditions imposed upon him. When there was talk that the British mistreated Napoléon on Saint Helena, La Fayette wrote a letter to the American Secretary of the Treasury William H. Crawford in 1819 – and as before, the letter can be found in this post here.

I hope this answer is helpful to you and I hope you have/had a wonderful day!

#ask me anything #anon #marquis de lafayette #la fayette #napoleon bonaparte #napoléon #french revolution #french history #american history #history #letter #1815 #1819 #thomas jefferson #william h. crawford #founders online #george washington #1799 #1800 #1802 #la fayette in prison #adrienne de lafayette #adrienne de noailles #georges de la fayette

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Nightmare

Masterlist

A man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine, a Michigan number license plate displayed on the bumper. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused. His car doors then self lock. He struggles but cannot open them.

The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts. Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on and the man begins to cough.

"Help. Somebody help me!" He screams. By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconscious. 

I sit up bolt right and I began to take deep, quick breathes as a cold sweat runs down my face. That dream felt way too real....unless...oh no! I thought as I quickly get up and switch the lights on and start to change clothes when my phone goes off. I grab it and answer it. "Hello?" I answered. "Please tell me you didn't have the same vision?" Sam's voice asked and I stopped.

"Unless you dreamt about a man dying in his car, then no." I said and Sam sighed. "Crap." I said.

Dean was driving the Impala while Sam was on the phone and I was sitting in the backseat. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven." Sam said as he reads from his notebook. "Yeah ok, just hurry." He said and I tap my foot on the floor of the car and let out a sigh.

"Guys relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean said. "Yeah, tell us about it." I grumbled as I fold my arms across my chest. "I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean said.

"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam said. "And how do you explain that I had the same vision, Dean? Especially when I had the same vision about your old house when I've never been there before?" I asked, curiously.

"Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean asked us. "I don't know." Sam and I exclaimed. "Me neither." Dean said and I scoff before Sam turns back to his phone. "Yes I'm here." He said. He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He said as he writes on his notebook then hangs up his phone.

"Checks out. How far are we?" He asked Dean. "From Saginaw? Couple of hours." Dean said. "Drive faster." I said, firmly, and Dean puts the pedal to the metal.

Eventually, we cruise to a stop and see the ambulances and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. Sam and I turn to each other in the car then we look at Dean, who looks concerned.

Moments later, we approach the watching crowd. "What happened?" Dean asked the woman he walked up to. "Suicide. Can't believe it." She said as I go and stand next Dean and Sam goes to stand on the woman's other side.

"Did you know them?" He asked her. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She said and I stare straight ahead at the building. "Guess not." I said then I turned to the woman.

"How are they saying it happened?" I asked her. "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." She replied.

"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam asked. "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." She said, sadly.

Then a woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. I watch them, grimacing, then I turn to walk away. Sam walks up to my side as we walk over to the trunk of the Impala.

"Guys, we got here as fast we we could." Dean tries to assure us as he comes up to us. "Not fast enough." Sam grumbles. "It doesn't make any sense man. Why would Sam and I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance we could stop them from happening?" I asked, annoyed. "I dunno." Dean said and Sam and I shake our head.

"So what do you think killed him?" Sam asked Dean. "Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean replied, shrugging. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen." Sam said to him and I nodded. "Same here. He was murdered by something, Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage." I said.

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean asked. "I don't know what it was." Sam said, getting worked up. "Hell, I don't know why Sam and I are having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening, Dean." I said as I run my hands over my face. 

Once I was done I turned to see Dean staring at me. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you and Sam." Dean said. "Well, don't look at us like that!" I said, annoyed. "I'm not looking at you like anything." Dean said as he looks away. Then he glances back at me and said. "Though I gotta say, you guys do look like crap."

"Nice." Sam scoffs as I said, sarcastically. "Thanks, Dean. Helps with my self-confidence." 

"Come on, lets just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family." Dean said as he goes to the driver's side of the car. "Dean, you saw them, they're devastated They're not going to want to talk to us." Sam said as he gestures towards house. "Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Dean said after he thinks for a moment.

"Who?" Sam and I asked and Dean smirks at us.

Next morning, Dean reaches out to the doorbell and push it as I fix my tunic. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam sighs as I look at him and Dean in their priest outfits. Dean turns to smirk at us then back at the door as it opens, revealing a man standing there.

"Good Afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley and this is Sister Criss. We're new junior priests and she's a new nun over at St Augustines. May we come in?" Dean asked the man, who nods. "Thanks." Dean said and the three of us enter.

"We're very sorry for your loss." Sam said to the man. "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean said and the man rolls his eyes. "Look, you wanna pitch your whole Lord has a plan thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." He spat and a woman comes up to him.

"Roger. Please!" She exclaims at him and Roger turns back to us. "Excuse me." He said and he walks away as the woman turns to us. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?" She asked. "That would be great." Dean replied.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room as Ms. Miller pours coffee and hands it around to us. "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." She said to us. "Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean said and Sam and I glance over at him. Ms Miller walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table.

Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam and I as we shake our heads at him. "What?" He asked. "Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." I said to him as Ms Miller returns.

"So Ms Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?" I asked her. "Nothing like that." She replied then she began to get upset. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy." She said then she breaks down. "I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this." She cries.

"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam said to her. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him." She said as she gestures behind her.

Sam and I look up and see a young man, maybe around mine and Sam's age, sitting in the corner of the dining room. "Do you mind if maybe, we go talk to him?" Sam asked, gesturing between me and him. "Oh thank you, Father and Sister." She said and Sam and I stand up and approach Max.

"Max? Hey, I'm Sam and this is (y/n)." Sam introduced and I nod at him. Max nods at us as he looks between us then looks ahead of himself.

"So what was your Dad like?" I asked him. "Just a normal Dad." Max replied. "Yeah. You live at home now?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Trying to save up for school but it's hard." Max said.

"So when you found your dad..." I said, not knowing how to finish it but Max looks up at me. "I woke up, I heard the engine running." He started to say but there was a long pause before he speaks again. "I don't know why he did it." He said.

"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers." I said and Max nods, slightly. 

Sam talks to him some more but I noticed Dean was not in the living room. I went and asked Ms Miller where he was and she told me he went upstairs to go to the restroom. I make my way upstairs then turn to my left to see Dean standing there, looking relieved.

"Anything?" I asked him. "Zip." He replied and we make our way back down the stairs.

That night, Dean was cleaning his weapons, while I typed away on my laptop, sitting on one of the beds, when Sam enters the hotel room. "What do you have?" Dean asked Sam. "A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Sam replied as he goes to sit down next to me.

"What about the land?" I asked him. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." Sam said as he sinks down into the bed. "Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada." Dean said. "And the family said everything was normal?" I asked Dean. "Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner and there was nothing." Dean replied.

"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and mine and (y/n)'s dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence??" Sam asked, annoyed. "I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Dean said when I felt a pounding against my head.

I start to rub my temples as Sam said. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He said then he starts to take a deep breath, I do the same as I hold my head.

"Maybe it's just..." I said as I hold my hand to my forehead. "...maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" I asked then I groan in pain just as I hear Sam groaning too.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Dean asked, concerned. "My head." Sam and I groaned in anguish and I back onto the bed as I hear the laptop fall to the ground.

"Sam? (Y/n)? Hey, Hey! What's going on? Talk to me." Dean said and I open my eyes and stare at him.

Suddenly, I flash out of the motel room and see Roger enter his kitchen with a bag of groceries. He notices the window is open and closes. He goes to unbag his groceries when the window opens again. He turns to it, stares at it then closes it and locks it.

When he returns to unpacking, the lock moves by itself and the window slides open again. Roger, confused, attempts to close it but it sticks.

He leans out, twisting to look up at the top of the window when the window slides closed, decapitating him. Blood gushes up over the window.

Next thing I knew, I see Dean standing over me as he has a concerned look on his face. "It's happening again." I said then I look over at Sam. "Did you see...?" I started to ask but he nods. "See what?!" Dean asked. "Something's gonna kill Roger Miller." Sam replied, frantically.

Later, Dean was driving as I sat in the backseat, still rubbing my temples, while Sam was talking on his phone, also holding his head. I could still feel the pain that vision gave me, it felt like the worse hangover you could ask for. The hangover from hell as I like to call it.

"Roger Miller. Ah no no, just the address please. Ok, thanks." Sam said into the phone then he hangs up and turns to Dean. "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120." He replied.

"You guys ok?" Dean asked us, concerned.

"Yeah." Sam and I replied, in unison. "If you guys are gonna hurl, I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..." Dean said but Sam and I, both, shouted. "I'm fine."

"All right." Dean said, holding a hand up for a moment. "Just drive." Sam said as I look between the boys and sigh, heavily. "Boys, I'm scared. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now Sam and I are seeing things when we're awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful." I said and Sam nods. "Come on (y/n), you two will be all right. It'll be fine." Dean said, calmly.

"What is it about the Millers? Why are (y/n) and I connected to them, why are we watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to us?" Sam asked, scared and annoyed. "I don't know, Sam, but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing." Dean said. "No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out." Sam said

Dean stares straight ahead for a long moment before he said. "This doesnt freak me out." Sam and I stare at him, then I turn away and look out at the window.

We pull up as Roger approaches the entrance with a bag of groceries. "Hey Roger." Sam shouts out the window and Roger turns then rolls his head at us. "What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." He said. "Please!" I shout through the window but Roger was gone. Dean guns the engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parks and Sam and I run out of the car.

"Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Dean shouts.

"Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Sam shouts.

"We're just trying to help!" I yelled as we run up to entrance. But Roger closes the door behind him. "I don't want your help." He said and he walks away. "We're not priests or a nun, you gotta listen to us!" Sam calls out after him. "Roger, you're in danger!" Dean shouts but he was gone.

"Come on. Come on, come on." Dean said to us and we run around the corner to a back entrance, which was securely locked. Dean quickly looks around then kicks it open.

We jump to the first level of the fire escape then run up the stairs. When we make it to the first floor from Roger's house, we hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam and I freeze at this as I felt my stomach drop while Dean sprints past us and grabs the railing.

I follow him and see Roger's head lying in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins us as I placed a hand over my mouth.

After a long pause, Dean pulls out some hankerchief from his pocket and throws a couple to me and Sam and he starts to wipe down the railing. "Start wiping down yout fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" He said and Sam and I quickly wipe down the railings as fast as we could.

Dean uses his rag to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. "I'm gonna take a look inside." He said and he climbs inside while Sam and I continue wiping down the metal railing.

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean said after we were done on the fire escape and head back to the Impala. "I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was....something was stalking Roger." I said to Dean. "Yeah, I saw the same thing." Sam said.

"Whatever it was, are you guys sure it's not connected to their house?" Dean asked. "No, it's connected to the family themselves." Sam said.

"So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" I asked Dean. "Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years." Dean replied. "Angiak. Banshees." I listed and Dean shrugs. "Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." He said.

"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam said and I stop in my tracks.

"Hey you think Max is in Danger?" I asked them. "Let's figure it out before he is." Dean said. "Well, I know one thing we have in common with these people." Sam said as we make it to the Impala.

"What's that?" Dean asked. "Our families are cursed." Sam replied.

"Our family's not cursed! We just...had our dark spots." Dean huffs. "Our dark spots are...pretty dark." I said as I gesture to all of us. "You're....dark." Dean remarks and I scoff and roll my eyes. "Real mature, Winchester." I said as we climb into the Impala.

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OMG YAYY HIIEEE OKAY I CANT WAIT TO ANSWER!!!! :3

💕- So!! A character that I ABSOLUTELY LOVE AND ADORE but don’t speak a lot about is… well… there are a couple!!

The first one that comes to mind is Romania! And this is a newer favorite of mine!! I mentioned I think in an ask that I’m still catching up on newer hetalia lore and characters and stuff! And I finally got around to reading Romania’s segments and learning more about him and… I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM!!! He’s quickly becoming a character I attach to because of his personality, or what I gathered from personal interpretation!

He’s so positive and silly and I think I’ve seen other people describe him as an orange cat! But what I think is very relatable is that he’s charming and positive but ALSO loves folklore and (what other people consider) creepy things! I’ve always been drawn to the macabre, I practice and believe in magic, and it just so happens that my second biggest passion is Vampires (among other supernatural beings and lore!)

Other characters that fall into this category are Japan, Belarus, Ukraine, and Belgium! BIG emphasis on Belgium she’s my favorite hetalia lady!! I used to have a Belgium roleplay account on twitter (before it became confusing 🥹) so if any of you remember waffle mun… hi… that’s me🫶

💛- OKAY!!! A friendship that doesn’t exist in canon but I want to see… I might be biased here, and also I don’t think???? It’s happened in canon??? But they have interacted!! It’s..!!!!! (Drumroll)

Finland and Italy!!!! I think these two would get along so well and I’m biased because they’re my favorite characters (in the ‘im just like them’ category) Finland and Italy are both bright and cheery and sweet! Their kindness would fill the whole room up! But, I also see them as two very anxious people (IM PROJECTING AAAAH) I usually portray Finland with OCD, as I’ve been coping with my own OCD after coming off of anxiety medicine. And in the same vein, I’ve always portrayed Italy as an extrovert who is also socially anxious (and sometimes socially unaware.) I think these two could help each other in moments of stress, as I’ve always noticed I forget my anxiety when I see a loved one in trouble! The need to help people you care about almost always overrides fear, and I think their friendship would be beneficial to both of them!

(Also another friendship I’d love to see is Canada and Italy, but I could dedicate a whole post to that BAHAH)

🪞- YES! I ACTUALLY HAVE BEEN MEANING TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!! Also, heads up, this is gonna get a bit personal!!

It’s no secret Finland is my favorite character! And that’s for a multitude of reasons. But I actually first got very attached to him because of how he was physically portrayed. He’s short, chubby, rounded. I used to be very chubby because medicine made me gain a lot of weight (the same anxiety medicine I mentioned I got off of!) Well, last month actually marked a year of being off it, and within that year, I lost all the weight I gained (45 pounds!) Of course, this also was because I started exercising a bit more and stuff!! But all in all, I’m very proud of how far I’ve come and I love how I look!

All of this is to say, I give Finland my body type. While I am short and slim, I’m by no means a twig! My portrayal of Finland still has a soft tummy and rounded face and thicker arms and thighs! It’s mostly my height I give him, making him the second shortest Nordic, but even then… he’s still taller than me 🥹 (I’m 5’2” / 158 cm for reference!!) I know a lot of people portray Finland as chubbier/fatter and let me tell you THAT IS AMAZING AND CORRECT AND BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I LOVE CHUBBY FINLAND TO THE DAY I DIE!!!!!!! The only reason I give him my body type as I grow and change is just for the simple fact that I am very attached to him! I see myself when I look at him, which probably sounds really silly! But these stupid hetalia characters have been with me at my worst moments, have been with me through hospital visits, and they give me a lot to look forward to!

WOW THESE ANSWERS GOT DEEPER THAN I ANTICIPATED!!! ANYWAYS!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME!!! 🥹🫶

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“You know what people say when a pilot is looking at the sky don’t you?”

Rooster’s eyes drop from the said sky towards Payback, his friend offering him a steaming mug, muttering to be careful because of the heat, “How many birds are you looking at.” Rooster finishes it with a soft chuckle, dropping his gaze to the mug then back up at the sky, it was just now turning red because of sunlight with few birds flying in the distance, “I’m just thinking about Bea.”

“Figures.”

He narrowed his eyes in his friend’s direction, then chuckled briefly,”I can’t be blamed for that, now can I? I can’t help but miss my wife.”

“I am aware, Rooster. We all are. How is she by the way?”

Considering the last time they talked was three weeks ago, he sent her a message asking exactly that, he was still holding his phone awaiting for her reply this very moment after all, “I don’t know, she hasn’t answered.” it was what? Midnight back in Cali…he should’ve thought better and maybe send his message much later that day but he couldn’t help himself.

These past weeks involved a lot of debriefs, training, surveillance, more training and more surveillance. Whatever they had going on beyond their line of sight was absolutely well guarded, so much that not even the drones sent months back worked…hence why they asked actual,living pilots to do this mission.

Was Rooster annoyed?

A little.

Because whatever technology was hidden there, it was strong enough to break a military grade drone in a matter of seconds. He was nervous, he had to make sure they all got over this without hurting themselves.

The new pilots seemed to be excited, this base had enough room for them to train and burn all that energy from inside before they did go to the actual mission.

Rooster takes a sip of the steaming coffee, relishing its warmth and flavor as he contemplates his response to Payback's question. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

"I haven't heard from her in a while, and it's been eating at me," Rooster admits, his voice quiet. "I know she has her hands full taking care of Nicole and herself…and the house, but it's tough being away and not knowing how they're doing."

Payback nods sympathetically, understanding the weight of Rooster's words. "I can only imagine,buddy. Being away from family is never easy, especially in situations like this. My mom still messages me daily."

Rooster only met Payback’s mother once, she was a nice lady, shorter than her son but clearly the voice of reason in that household. She kinda reminded him of his own mother in a way.

Rooster's gaze drifts back to the sky, his mind wandering as he envisions Beatrice's face and the sound of her laughter, it was so melodic and dreamy…and he was almost feeling sick by missing her so much. He can almost feel her presence beside him, providing comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

"I miss her so damn much," Rooster confesses, "I just want to be there, to hold her in my arms, to see our children grow up together…I feel like I’m losing it.”

Payback places a hand on Rooster's shoulder, offering silent support. "You’ll go back soon, the reunion will make every second apart worth it."

Rooster takes a deep breath, finding solace in Payback's words. He knows deep down that he and Beatrice share a bond that can withstand any distance or challenge, it was how it worked before and it’s how it works now. It's that unwavering love and connection that keeps him going, even in the toughest moments.

"I'll hold onto that," Rooster says, determination lacing his voice. "Anyway, you here for something else or,” he holds up his coffee mug, “Are you just being nice?”

“I’m always nice. But I’m here to let you know that tomorrow’s training is yours.”

“What? Isn’t it Coyote’s?”

“It was, but I think it’ll be much better if you go.”

Rooster furrows his brows, bringing the coffee to his lips and letting the warmth spread all over his body, “...huh. I can manage something, some of them are growing restless and that’s never good.” he flicks his eyes back towards the main hall, seeing one of the pilots walking by, “That one is too much of a hothead.”

Payback nods in agreement, following Rooster's gaze to the pilot who just walked by. "Yeah, I've noticed.It's a good opportunity for you to take the lead and guide these new recruits."

Rooster takes another sip of his coffee, considering Payback's suggestion. He knows that mentoring and training the new pilots is an important responsibility, and he’s honored he was chosen as the mission leader.

"You're right," Rooster says, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he crosses one of his arm under the other. "I can take charge of tomorrow's training. Hopefully, I can instill some discipline and help them understand the importance of teamwork and focus. Especially that guy."

Payback smiles, knowing that Rooster is the perfect person for the job. "I have full confidence in you, buddy. “

“You do?”

“Yeah, have I ever lied to you? You are doing good,Rooster.”

Rooster's eyes crinkle with a hint of amusement. "Well, I wouldn't go that far, but I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“Anytime,buddy.” Payback clinks his mug with Rooster’s. “Anytime.”

Rooster and Payback share a moment of brief silence, something rare and yet so…ominous considering the location they were in. There was ice and snow everywhere they looked, thankfully they were both warm, but Rooster had to admit it looked like a Stephen King movie. 

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy indeed.

Thankfully Payback breaks the silence, after licking his lips and humming happily because of the coffee, “How are you though? Excited for the double combo you guys are having?”

He blinks up at Payback in confusion, eyes locked on his friend before he relaxes “Ah, you know," Rooster starts, a soft smile playing on his lips, "I am very excited. So is Bea…I know it’s nerve wracking and I know the age difference is a matter of months for the kids but… it feels right? It wasn’t planned, or anything like that." he rubs the pad of his thumb over the mug’s rim, “But I think we’ll manage it,I know we will.”

Payback raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? I hope you're ready for some serious daddy duty. Three kids can be quite the handful."

Rooster chuckles,"Believe me, I'm up for the challenge. I’ll need more than three little kids to scare me. I want to be the best father I can be."

Payback makes a face, looking to the side. "I have three nephews and four nieces, I know how hard it can be but…if there’s anyone that can do it is you.And I’m not saying that because I am Nicole’s favorite uncle." 

“I think it’s the mustache,” Rooster adds, tapping his own, “Nicole connects it with me…so, you are her favorite because of that.”

Payback bursts into laughter, shaking his head. "Ah, yes, the mustache. It must hold some kind of magical power over kids. Not because I’m funny and I’m teaching her card tricks."

Rooster’s smile drops, “You are teaching my daughter card tricks?”

“It’s not that bad, it’s mainly UNO…but she has to know about it.”

Rooster chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “Unbelievable,I swear, y’all are just fuckin’ dangerous. I don’t trust any of y’all.” but he’s not being serious and he sighs, leaning his back against the wall, “...but she does have the best uncles and aunts she could ever ask for. So I’m glad, in reality, that you are all here.”

“You are more than welcome.” Payback smiles, then flicks his eyes when Rooster’s phone lit up, “I think Bea just replied-” he didn’t even finish his sentence for Rooster to completely forget about his coffee and bring the phone to his ear, walking away. Payback blinked, still in the same spot, before shaking his head with a laugh, “Ah, young love.”

Rooster is walking away so quickly his hands are shaking, but he does bring the phone to his ear, “Hello? Gorgeous?” the video call is crackling a bit and he has to lift the phone up to show the screen better and find a good corner to hide and talk to Beatrice while it occurs. Beatrice’s big green eyes look back at him, she looked exhausted but she was there, right there, “Baby. Baby,hi, can you hear me?”

Her camera shakes a bit as she adjusts herself on the bed, bringing the cover to her face, “Yeah. Hi Roos.”

“Hi,gorgeous…did I wake you? I know it’s late there.”

Beatrice lets out a tired laugh, her voice laced with affection. "No, silly. I couldn't sleep anyway.I have…company.” Beatrice tilts the camera to show Nicole leaning against her leg, eyes locked on the laptop screen as Dr.Chimp runs on it, her teething ring loosely between her teeth because she was so enthused by the episode.

Rooster's worried expression softens as he listens to her. "Oh my God,she’s adorable, can she hear me?”."

Beatrice turns her head to Nicole, their daughter was too focused on the laptop to see what was going on. "I think she can but there’s something else in her mind." she giggles “Give it a few seconds…I mean, how long can you talk?”

Rooster brings the phone closer to his face "I can talk for a little bit, it’s fine, don’t worry. How are you? Are you okay? We haven’t spoken in a few weeks.”

Beatrice's tired eyes flicker as she tries to keep herself awake, shrugging at him and holding her head up "Well,I’m managing, Roos. I uh." she rubs her eyes with her fingers before stifling a yawn, “I’ve been working at the bar still,Penny agreed on letting me stay until I reach four months, then I can get maternity leave.”

“She let you do that?”

“You know,I think it involved a lot of crying on my part.” she mutters while looking to the side, “And some begging, but…I…the bar helps me work my brain. Y’know? Like,” three taps against her own forehead, ‘It’s been getting loud here.”

Rooster’s smile falters, “Are you going to Dr.Varma?”

“Yes,I am. She’s been helping me a lot and I leave Nikki with my parents when that happens- oh my dad is better, by the way, but he needs to keep the meds for a longer while.”

“Any mood swings or cravings?”

She thinks about it, pursing her lips, then looking to the side where his eyes couldn't follow, “Oh!Um..I ate some peach sorbet with chocolate sauce.” she pauses, “It shouldn’t be as good as it is,Rooster. Oh my God, it’s so good.”  she holds up an empty bowl, “I’ve had it while Nikki was here after I got back from my parents…it’s really good.”

Rooster listens attentively to Beatrice, his concern growing with each word she speaks. He can see the exhaustion in her eyes, and it tugs at his heartstrings that she’s trying to stay awake to talk to him. "I'm glad you're seeking help from Dr. Varma, Bea. It's important to take care of yourself, especially during this time. And I'm relieved to hear that your dad is doing better, even if he still needs medication."

Beatrice lets out a weary sigh, scratching the side of her face  "Yeah, it's been a rollercoaster, but we're getting through it. Having my parents' support has made a world of difference. And Nikki... she's just incredible.” Nicole finally looks back, her toy long forgotten when she sees who’s on the other side, already babbling happily. 

“Dada!”  she crawls forward, grabbing one side of the phone while Beatrice holds the other, bringing her mouth to the frontal camera and breathing on it. He was sure she was just trying to give him a kiss and it was precious. She pulls back, those chubby cheeks appearing chubbier when seen from below “Dada?”

“Yeah, it’s me honey.” he coos quietly, thankful that this room was meant for privacy, “Hi, hi birdie. Oh you look so nice.” Nicole gurgles, smiling with pure glee over his words, ‘Oh I see more teeth already.”

‘Yeah, they are growing fast.” Beatrice laughs, gently holding Nicole close to herself so she doesn’t fall forward, “It’s been better now that we are going from breastfeeding to the bottle, because ow. She’s got some strong chompers– no,Nikki,” said chompers appeared into view when she once again brought the phone close to her mouth, babbling something he could barely understand.

Her vocabulary was getting better and she was able to communicate more…and he loved hearing that cute voice. He only watched, completely enamored by his two girls, but especially how Beatrice looked at Nicole. She was so focused on holding their daughter up she looked up in surprise when he spoke again, “You are such a good mom.”

Her green eyes widened back at him, “Huh?”

“You.” he laughs gently, “Are such a good mom.” And cue the red cheeks “Oh i love I can make you blush after four years together, brings back lovely memories of me pining for you at the bar.”

“Rooster.” she scoffs softly, trying to hold back her smile, “Stop being so smooth.”

Rooster grins mischievously, "Smooth? Me? I'm just stating the obvious, gorgeous.”

Beatrice's cheeks flush even more, her voice filled with affection but a bit muffled since she covers part of her face with her hand. "Gosh, you are unbelievable…well, I guess I'll accept the compliment, but only because it's coming from you. “

“Oooh, is it because I’m cute?”

“It’s because you are the cutest.” she smiles, “And you are an amazing dad too.”

Rooster's smile softens, his voice quiet as he replies. “Thank you, babe.” he whispers  "I think I’m doing okay too. But we are a team so…maybe we can share that prize?"

Beatrice sputters a laugh, a tender expression on her face. "Alright, fine, I can handle a tie." Nicole babbles more, turning the camera towards her telling her father about everything her little seven years old mind could handle, “You know she’s pushing herself up more.”

“Is she?”

“Yesterday I saw her trying to stand up by the kitchen door, only to sit back on her butt.” Beatrice smiles, “...I think she’ll walk soon.”

Rooster is speechless for a few seconds. Nicole. Walking! She’s going to walk soon! And…and he wouldn’t be there to see her do it. His smile falters for a second and his eyes move away from Beatrice’s, a cold hand of guilt squeezing his stomach and immediately making him regret a lot…and Beatrice could see it, “Don’t blame yourself,Brad.”

“I’m not.” his wife raises her brows up, clearly not believing him, “I…well…”

"Rooster, I know you. I can see it in your eyes. Don't blame yourself for not being here. We both made this decision, and we knew the sacrifices that would come with it."

Rooster's gaze meets Beatrice's,damn she’s right, she’s so right, "I know, Bea, but it doesn't make it any easier. I want to be there for every milestone, every moment, and I hate that I'm missing out on this."

Beatrice reaches out her hand to hold the phone better, and it seems like she’s holding his face instead, her voice soothing. "I understand, Roos. It's not easy for me either. But remember, this is temporary. And when you come back, we'll have so many moments to cherish together...a lot more"

Rooster takes a deep breath, letting the cold air enter his lungs and make his heart feel lighter. "You're right, gorgeous. This is temporary. “ he smirks, “We gotta figure something we can all do when I come back.”

Beatrice gives him a reassuring smile, her voice filled with unwavering belief. "I agree…but remember: You're an incredible father, and I have no doubt that our little girl will have so many amazing moments with you. Right now, focus on what you need to do, and know that we're here supporting you every step of the way."

Rooster's grip tightens on the phone, voice shaking just a bit. "Thank you, Bea. I needed to hear that. I love you both so much, and I can't wait to be back with you." he looks down at the time and frowns, “Babe…I gotta go. I have stuff to do and you look ready to pass out.”

Beatrice's eyes shimmer with love,cheeks still dusted red. "You would be right, lieutenant.” his pupils enlarge and shrink immediately “But go ahead,okay? It’ll be fine…We love you too, Roos. Take care of yourself and stay safe. We'll be counting down the days until we're all together again."

“Me too.” he whispers, hesitating on finishing the call, “Already countin’.”

“Good.” Beatrice brings Nicole close, waving that chubby hand at him, ‘Say bye,Nikki. Byeee, I love you dada!”

“Buh-bah!”

“Good! Very good!” she gives Rooster one last look, her cheeks flexing as she smiles, “I love you…stay safe.” and she finished the call, mainly because she was too tired to notice, he could see her eyes blinking hard, trying to stay awake.

And he stares at the background, their wedding, on his phone for a few seconds. He squares his shoulders, rolls his neck and breathes out of his mouth, “...alright.” he clears his throat, “I got stuff to do.”

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182 Days of TPN - Day 158

Chapter 158: "The Reason I Was Born"

Why? Because convenience, I guess. Honestly, if it weren't for the evil blood then the whole demon society would've been in shambles after the capital attack and Emma's idea for peace would've really been impossible.

Greed truly is such a danger. It's fine to think of yourself, your needs are important after all, but to become so selfish at the expense of everyone else, knowing that your obsession is making life harder for others and still striving to obtain more anyway just to feel satisfied is undoubtedly cruel.

I admire how confident she is and the superior kind of energy she gives, but ma'am, I can't agree much to anything else you're saying.

Kudos to Mujika for not backing down at all. She kept her voice calm (at least, I wanna assume so since anime skipped over this too) and she doesn't flinch once whenever Legs prepares to attack. Not to mention that declaring someone dead right before they explode is kinda badass.

Mujika playing me for a fool. She mentioned last chapter that she didn't know much about the royal's second core and yet here she is dropping more info than I had anticipated. So forget that wish of mine about wonder how crazy Leuvis could be with his second core, since he'd just be the same psycho as before. Which is still fine.

Now we're asking the real questions. I can't imagine what it must be like living that long and wondering if my life has a purpose. I have an existential crisis with the young life I already lived now. I'd go crazy if I waited several centuries for an answer that may or may not present itself.

Rare moment that I'm glad didn't get animated because ew, I wouldn't wanna see them like this, especially the humans.

Ehh truly a disgusting sight. Looks like something straight outta Stray.

Favorite panel/moment:

I've made it to the end without really thinking about this. Umm.. tiny Mujika. Yeah.

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