#end of the day keeps it respectful but some days…he needs to bug someone

[kaitaiga]

Kristoff: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds. Damien: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!? Kristoff: No! I said four TO five seconds. Damien, jumping on Kristoff and hugging him tightly: Too late.

HAHHAHAHA I HAD A GOOD LAUGH OVER THIS XD

IF THERES ANYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT DAMIEN IT IS THAT HE LOVES HUGS ☝️but he will not outright say it. You give him an opportunity like this and he’s LEAPING FOR IT. HE WILL THROW HIMSELF AT YOU. LIKE THIS:

good luck catching him

I can imagine Kristoff being the type not to like physical touch like hugs much? (correct me if I’m wrong) So good luck to him trying to pry Damien off of him as he’s laughing his arse off LOL

Kristoff: “Get off me, sergeant!”

Damien: “Nuh uhh! it’s only been like 9-odd-seconds!”

Kristoff: “That’s more than enough for you!”

#thanks for the ask!! #I imagine down the line as they get closer the more Damien can become a little shit HAHAH #end of the day keeps it respectful but some days…he needs to bug someone #just for some comedic relief before he gets all depressy again idk #give him hugs please he’s tired #ask kaitaiga #damien whitlock #kristoff avalanche jorgensen

[hyperfixationgoddess]

Inspired by the fanfiction link above; kind of an aftermath scenario. I love the idea of Wayne being extra protective of Steve after Steve saved Eddie's life, and getting even more protective of him after he and Eddie start dating. What can I say, I'm a Wayne Munson simp. Also, while I might not have a lot of respect for him anymore, see if you can find the John Mulaney quote I slipped in here! @artiststarme I hope you like it!

Finally Protected

Wayne Munson was a lot of things. A salty grump, a loner, an uncle, a father.

But most of all, he was loyal.

Once someone earned his loyalty, it lasted for life. He would stick with them through thick and thin, and defend them against anyone. And against all odds, Steve Harrington had earned his loyalty.

Anyone with eyes could see that Steve was head over heels in love with Wayne's boy. Which was why he could not comprehend why it was Steve who was on the receiving end of all these goddamn shovel talks.

Found family, my ass, he thought to himself. Even that Buckley girl had given Steve a talk. Were they all stupid? They'd known Steve, really known him, for much longer than Wayne or Eddie had. How could they still think that Steve would hurt anyone, much less Eddie?

The worst thing about it was, Wayne knew that Steve would forgive them. It didn't matter how many times the Party hurt him, Steve would just shrug it off, like his feelings didn't matter. And considering Steve had already earned the loyalty of the Munsons, Wayne had a problem with that.

A big problem.

The day after Eddie apologized and the two boys made up, Wayne dropped by to talk to Steve. Even as he settled on the couch in the living room, he could see the tension in Steve's shoulders.

"You can relax, kiddo," he said. "I'm not mad at ya. Not here to give you another goddamn shovel talk, either."

Steve's eyebrows rose. "Really?"

Wayne nodded. "Eddie's an adult now, and he knows how to take care of himself. No, I'm here to talk about the rest of the Party."

Steve looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Wayne sighed. "Boy, you need to set some boundaries with these people."

"Boundaries?"

"Steve, I know this ain't the first time these folks have hurt you. Lord knows Eddie has gone on many rants about how the kids keep calling you an idiot, or how the Wheeler girl cheated on you after 'she ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.' Eddie's words, by the way."

Steve looked uncomfortable, now. "Well, the kids are just messing around. And I shouldn't have tried to hold on to Nancy the way I did."

"The kids are old enough now to learn how to mess around without being disrespectful. And Nancy should have been honest with you instead of leading you on," Wayne countered.

Steve still looked apprehensive. Wayne sighed (again-he'd been doing that a lot lately).

"Look, Steve, I'm not saying you have to cut them out of your life. I know that'd be devastating for ya. But just letting them hurt you, and not saying a word about it... You deserve better than that."

Steve's eyes misted over. "No, I don't," he choked out. When Wayne opened his mouth to protest, the kid shook his head rapidly. "You don't understand, Mr. Munson, I was a really bad person in high school. The things I said about people... I'd tear them down without a second thought. I-"

Sensing that Steve was about to go on a self deprecating tangent, Wayne cut him off.

"Did you know that Eddie used to rant about you?"

This seemed to startle the kid. "Um... What?"

Wayne chuckled. "Yeah, I won't go into details, but he was very vocal about how much you bugged him... But then, out of nowhere, in 1984, he stopped. I asked him why, because I was curious. Do you know what he said?"

Steve gulped. "What?"

"He said, and I quote, 'he hasn't actually been an asshole in a while, and now that everyone else is trying to kick him down, I don't want to contribute to that.' You made a change, Steve. Not many people are willing to do that. Hell, most ain't even willing to believe that there's something wrong with em. But you were. I'll keep telling you, as many times as I have to for it to sink in. You don't deserve to be hurt."

The tears Steve had been holding back this whole time finally seemed to overwhelm him. Wayne scooched over to him and wrapped him in a hug.

"You've had to be strong for so long, kid. Let me look after you, yeah? Lord knows you deserve protection just as much as Eddie does."

Steve didn't answer, but he nodded. That was enough for now.

--0--

Wayne had been pacing around Steve's living room for about ten minutes when he finally heard the doorbell ring. It would appear that this group traveled as a pack, because every single member of the party was there.

That is, every member but two.

"Mr. Munson?" Dustin asked confusedly. "What's going on? Where's Steve?"

Wayne grunted. "All of ya just come in. I'll explain once you get settled. And I'm sayin this now, I expect you all to listen."

When everyone was sitting around the living room, Hopper was the first to speak up. "So Wayne, what's going on? Where's the kid?"

Wayne scowled. "If you mean Steve, he's at my trailer with Eddie. If that were big enough, we'd be there instead, but there's too many of you, and I need you all to hear this."

The Buckley girl looked extremely confused. "Why would you want us here if Steve isn't?"

Wayne took a deep breath in an attempt to control his anger. "Because it would seem to me that you lot forget just how much that boy does for all of you."

Joyce furrowed her brow. "Um... What?"

"You folks got a lot of nerve, acting like Steve is the one who's gonna hurt Eddie. He ain't a ticking time bomb, and you gotta stop treating him like it. After everything he's done for you lot, it astounds me how you can still treat him like crap. Found family, my ass."

Nancy Wheeler opened her mouth with an angry expression, but Wayne cut her off. "Don't go acting so high and mighty, Wheeler. Did you even realize that Steve still flinches when anyone uses the word bullshit? You tore his heart out of his chest and stomped on it, and then slept with another guy before you even broke up with Steve properly."

That seemed to shut her up. Good.

"And as for you kids, how many times has Steve taken a beating for you? The only ones that I've seen being respectful to him are Will and El. The rest of you... You've all been the victims of bullies, according to Steve. So explain to me, how in the hell can you justify the way you all treat him on a daily basis? Insulting his intelligence, bossing him around, disregarding the work he's done to change, all of that has to stop."

The kids tried to protest, but Wayne was on a roll. He rounded on Joyce, Hopper, and Robin. "Hopper, Joyce, Eddie is my kid. He ain't your responsibility. You had no right to give Steve that goddamn shovel talk as if he were still the guy he was in high school. And you, Miss Buckley? You call yourself Steve's best friend. You might wanna try acting like it.

"Now, I know that Steve sees you all as family. That's the only reason I ain't told him to cut you folks out of his life. But Steve has got no standard for how he should be treated as a human being. Whether you lot realize it or not, you've all taken advantage of that. He thinks that he deserves it, but I've seen the effort he makes every day to be better than he was. Most won't even accept that they need to be better, and it would seem that you folks are a part of that majority. I know that he deserves better, and I ain't even known him a whole year. That says something about you, don't it?

"Now, you are going to give Steve as much space as he needs. You won't ask him to babysit, you won't ask him to chauffeur you around, you won't ask him for money. You'll take some time to think about how you've treated him. And when you feel you're ready to apologize-not because of guilt or obligation, but because you mean it-you tell me. I'll let Steve know. But only when Steve is ready to see you all again, and not a second more, will I let you talk to him."

Wayne shared a vicious smile with El and Will, and then looked at the rest of them with a raised eyebrow.

"Now get the hell out of my future son-in-law's house."

Fin

#stranger things #steve harrington #wayne munson appreciation post #wayne munson #bamf wayne munson #steddie #bi steve harrington #i fucking love wayne #he protects steve because i say so #this took so long to write #but it was worth it

[rorichuu]

Hello Rori!! <33

May I request Sniper, Medic and.. hmm, maybe Scout or Pyro with comforting the reader?

To be more precise, if it's alright:

Reader is sweet and always trying to keep everyone happy as well as the vibes up around the base- always making sure everyone is appreciated and cared for, but maybe they're starved for affection themselves? Maybe they're afraid of being too overbearing or 'bugging' everyone. So one day they go up to (merc) and ask if they're being too much and that's when they get comforted? Maybe some comfort cuddles and such- whatever you think suits the character!

A drabble would be preffered, please!

-@simp999 ♡

(Also, thank you for being so kind and sweet to interact with!! I'm so glad I found your blog- lots of respect for all the effort put in as well!)

shy away ; mercs x reader

pairing: sniper/medic/scout x gn!reader

authors note: hello! and thank you!! your words mean soso much, i love this ask!! - also i apologize for posting so late :(

disclaimer: none! pure fluff, mentions of spy/engi in scout's. :)

SNIPER:

The battle neared its end, BLU considerably pushed back this time around and it was unbearably visible. Y/n was shooting around; running up to any merc who needed the assistance they needed. Sniper took a seat at the table in the rec room, observing you. You had just gotten water for Heavy and were conversing with Demo, his slurred mouth pouting from their loss as you kindly spoke praises to lift his mood.

Of course, everyone noticed how sweet and considerate you were, it was your best trait... and they appreciated you deeply for it. But Sniper had always wondered if you had been taken care of all the same.

As the room began to file out, you let out a heavy sigh, knowing you did the best you could. Sniper stood, making you turn your head; you send a smile at him. "Didn't notice you were here," you say. Sniper nods, sending a small smile in return. "I have some water I grabbed from the supply room. I know today was... rough. Is there anything that you need?" You asked with your eyes pointed up with question. The New Zealander shook his head, shifting the rifle on his shoulder.

"No, roo. I'm alright," With his head tilted down, he about walked off before you opened your mouth; the sound of you shifting your shoe against the pavement lifted his ears. Sniper looked behind him, eyes on yours. You stood small, shoulders low, and eyes the sweetest he's seen. His eyebrows furrowed now. "Well, on with it then..." He spoke, turning his body to you.

"Am I too much sometimes?" Sniper was caught off guard by this. "Like, when I'm always checking it... I can understand if it's annoying or overbearing when I'm always asking." With every word you spoke, Sniper felt his heart sink just a little bit more. The team needed someone like you. They needed your tender heart when the battle was unforgiving. Your gentle hand when the rough of the gun scarred and tore theirs. They needed someone like you.

Sniper huffed, walking over as he placed both hands on your shoulders, leaning to meet your eyes. "You've never been," you gulped, feeling your cheeks warm. "You mean more to this team than ya' believe, mate." You dip your head to hide your face, Sniper smiles before wrapping his arms around you.

"This is… nice." You laughed as you melted in his hold, comfort washing over you.

"You deserve the care and attention just as much as we do."

. . .

And as time passed, he rubbed your back as you held him. Frequently, he'd sway, but only to find your eyes closed. Sniper then took that as his cue, one hand on your shoulder and the other taking his hat off. The Aussie laid it on top of your head, leaving you looking up at him.

"Let’s go watch a movie.”

MEDIC:

You were helping Medic pick up, politely asking where goes where and what does what... curiosity always found in the dusted books and pristine tools that scatter his room. It was nearing the end of the day; time had settled and nearly everyone was asleep. The clock is sung at 12AM, letting you know it is time for you to head to bed as well.

You have always helped clean up and provide assistance to those who need it... especially with Miss Pauling. Always lending out a hand when it's needed. The day was long, the mercs were exhausted, and you sure as hell were too... but you could always get sleep the next coming hour, right?

Medic let out a hefty sigh with a rub at his temples, your instincts kicked in. "Medic?" You hummed in question, the man looking up with tired eyes.

"Ja?" His voice croaked, his eyebrows now raised with inquiry. As you started to place his surgical tools neatly on his steel table, you began:

"Are you alright?" You look up at him, and the man huffs a small smile. His, then leaned stance, against his operation table was left to approach you.

"Yes, mein freund," (my friend) he puts a hand on your shoulder as he takes the rest of his tools from you. "Go get some rest. You need your 8 hours!" He chirped despite his sluggish posture, not convincing you enough. You noticed the eyebags that slumped, the movements that slowed, the yawns that escaped... undeniably, he was tired.

"Well... what about you?" You ask, leaving Medic slightly confused as he turns his shoulder, glasses falling to the tip of his nose.

"How do you mean, Y/n?" You take a deep breath and cross your arms. Medic raises an eyebrow, his free hand pushing his spectacles up to their original place.

"You should get some sleep... I can pick up the rest. I know it's been a tough week, so I can help!" and in response, Medic's lip quirks humorously. "Really, I can!" As much as you try to persuade him, he doesn't budge.

"I know you can," fondly, he looks at you. "But doctor's rules, Y/n." He walks past you and continues to aid to his unkept office. You were left biting your lip, hands clasped together in front of you as you continued to let your mind race. Perhaps you were pushing Medic towards something he didn't want? Maybe he was annoyed with your continuous advances of lifting the heavy load of his job... what were you to say about what he can and cannot do?

With a knitted brow, your mouth gapes open with the intention to speak. "Hey," you nearly whispered, intimidated by your own question. The German man's head pops out from his desk, a small 'Ja?', making you aware of his reply. "Am I too much sometimes?"

"Wie bitte?" (Excuse me?) Medic, caught off guard entirely, lifts from the floor with his palms leaned against his workspace. You swallowed hard, his tone higher than usual.

"Like... when I try to help or ask if you're doing alright," you timidly voiced. "I understand how it can be draining with my constant check-ups and stuff." The doctor sent you a small smile, whether you saw it or not with your chin tucked close to your chest... he let out a laugh, walking towards you with both hands now placed on your shoulders. You look up at him, cheeks flushed with his sudden hold.

"As a doctor, nobody checks up on me. I'm always delighted by your check-ups, Liebling." With every word he spoke, your lip curled into a pout, your heart softening. Medic patted your head. "You always do the best you can for everyone, but remember to take care of yourself, ja?" Suddenly, Medic is met with a breath-losing hug. Though his chuckle is shallow, his arms wrap around you just as tightly.

"Thank you."

"No," he shakes his head, hands now cupping your face. "Thank you!" He cheeses, leaving you a small laughing fit of his big smile. "You're help is always deeply appreciated, schatz." (Treasure).

Coo

"Ooh, even Archimedes thinks so!"

SCOUT:

Scout was... undeniably, very beat up. He groaned and whined as you gently pressed alcohol swabs against his injuries upon his arm. "Ow! Y/n, is this really necessary?" You sighed, throwing the swab in the trash and retrieving a large bandaid in turn.

"Yes, Scout... I can't have you getting infections or something, it's a pretty big gash," You spoke as you placed the wrap on the lower part of his elbow. "I can't have you whining all hurt like this."

"And Scout, please keep drinking your water."

The man scowled as he took a large sip from his cup, the swirly straw found from the back of the cabinet in the kitchen. (Scout likes the swirly straw, wink wink... but tell no one.)

. . .

As time passed, and Scout continuously cursed at the sting of the alcohol... he was finally all patched up. You lifted from your arched position, back cracking as you stretched. "Alright, you're done." You huff in exhaustion. This boy knows no boundaries when it comes to the battlefield...

The Boston boy leaped from the couch and placed his cup down, water splashing out with a plat; Scout was thankful he was done. "Are you feeling okay? If not I can get some painkillers, I bet Medic has some..."

"Y/n! C'mon man, I'm good!" His balled fist hits your shoulder playfully, rolling his eyes as he checks out the bandaids on his arm. "Stop worryin' over little ol' me, it'll save you from getting greys... take Spy for example! He's just as bad as Engi being a helicopter mom... god, how did they even become a thing."

You chuckled softly, hand holding your shoulder as you listened to him ramble on again. For as long as he talked, he hadn't realized you weren't listening, your eyes spacing off. The boy tilted his head. "Y/n?" ... "Y/n!" Your head perked up at the sound of your name.

"Hm? Yeah?" You hummed. Scout read you like a book; your hand placed at your shoulder, spacing off, sad face... that's 'anxious Y/n face'; he somethin' was up.

"You good? You seem kinda off." He asked, furrowed eyebrows as he leaned forward... arms crossed as he looked you over to see if anything was upsetting you.

You shook your head, waving a hand as you backed away. "Oh, yeah! I'm good, just. Oh, just thinking." You turned and immediately started to pick up the first-aid supplies and his half-finished cup. But before you could lift the glass from the table, Scout's hand surrounded yours to keep the cup where it was.

"Talk to me."

Scout was a sweet boy. He may talk a lot, and may not think much of what he says... but when he knows when to listen, he does. You take a deep breath, pulling your hand away from his. "Do you ever get annoyed by me? Genuinely..." You ask, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. Scout blinked.

"Huh?!"

"Well, you know what I mean!" You exclaim in response, shrugging. "Y'know I'm always making sure you're alright and if you need anything... people can get annoyed when I'm always checking in." You frown, and Scout places his hands on his waist now before approaching you.

"Which people?" He asks and you tilt your head.

"Wha-?" Your nose scrunches in confusion.

"Which people find you annoying when you check up on 'm?" There was a moment of silence, your head slowly lowering in thought. The boy lifted his hand and tapped your chin, motioning for you to look at him. "Y'know I'd beat them up in a millisecond if someone said somethin'!" With a swift lift of his arm, he flexed. You huff, worry still washed over you. Scout eased up, turning to slump down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. "C'mon, sit."

You sighed and followed, sitting down next to him, only to have an arm wrapped around your shoulders... You were now leaning completely against him. Scout shook you slightly. "You really don't know, do ya?" he finally speaks, your head turned to look at him. You blink. "Oh boy..."

"'Oh, boy,' what!" You frown, your heart picking up a pace as you tense in his hold. The Boston boy chuckled.

"Everybody loves your help!" He chimes, looking up at you brightly. "You remember the other day when Pyro was yabberin' off about something?" "Yeah..."

"They were upset because they messed something up on their drawing. They immediately thought of you, Y/n." Your heart begins to warm.

"Oh, and Spy needed your help on whatever the hell he was doing. Kept saying, 'Where's Y/n? Where's Y/n?' It was like he was a broken record, pfft, embarrassing."

"That was... you, Scout." Your lip curls into a smile, and Scout blushes.

"Well, whatever! Moral of the story," he waves his hands in a dramatic flare. You chuckle. "People love ya! And we're always there for you as you are for us." He pats your shoulder as you lean against him once more. "But that also means you gotta take care of yourself too... you're just as important. Ya always will be."

Sniffle.

"Aaalright, c'mere," swiftly, Scout grabs the blanket from the arm of the couch, wrapping you up. "Take a nap, Y/n. You deserve it."

And you did. With a warm heart and a proud Scout, life was pretty good.

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rorichuu!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 mercs #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #medic x reader #tf2 medic x reader #scout x reader #tf2 scout x reader #rorichuu!

[liminsendhelp]

Don't pet the flea cat

Price×f!reader

Tags: slight description of reader (chubby, muscular, strong, denying gender as a concept), possibly slightly sociopathic/autistic reader, profanity, denial of authority, evil scientist on the way to becoming.

tags and warns are the same as in the last post, srry, I don't have time to make it more civilized and readable.

Enjoy

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Since you're an adult with an immense ego lying in the depths of the ocean, you accept the challenge.

You can be quite social. Even with animals.

Before lunch (you noticed this back in the first week) there was always smoke coming from one of the cubbyholes.

The recruits smoked there quietly, after training, as if they really believed no one knew about it.

You left your dressing gown in the office, appearing to Dr Moon in all your immediate black-as-fuck guise.

So you were less conspicuous for sneaking up on smokers after all.

"Got a cigarette, soldiers?"

The one on duty last night flinches. He snorts when he sees your nonchalant face. His aggressive friend scowls.

"Smoke your own."

"No lighter either?"

"Are you stupid?"

"No, you're confusing me with someone else."

Your face is the dark smooth water of the Bermuda Triangle. He's lost and uncomprehending looking at you.

There's a rustle of some kind off to the side. You take out a packet of cigarettes and shove one of them into his hand.

You light the other one defiantly with your 'not working' lighter.

"Stop pouting. Maybe I liked you and you're chasing me away."

"Oh, don't give me that fucking shit."

"Why? Maybe I have a fetish for stuffed cabbage."

"A what?" Raises an eyebrow at the aggressive soldier. Your cigarette has already travelled to his pocket.

"It's mincemeat in a lettuce leaf." Smirks the third soldier.

Conversation. It's a thing people have been bugging you about for years.

You're an expert at talking if you don't like someone.

So half an hour later, you're sitting with the recruits at the same table while they laugh off your insults in their direction.

They feel unhumbled just because every name-calling from you is incredibly stupid. If someone tries to take offence or starts responding to you, it looks so stupid that the aggression immediately ends with a new wave of laughter.

"What the fuck do you need science for? You're a clown."

"I decided not to take your job. I could never resist natural talent."

He's immediately repelled by the next one.

"You know what they say about people who talk too much? That they're good targets with legs."

"I'm really glad you're in such demand."

"You'll get one of us to beat you to death."

"Taking after your stepfather, Chad?"

"If I were you, I'd-"

"If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut all day long. You have such a pretty mouth when you don't talk, baby."

Someone whistles under your ear. Quietly, so as not to attract any more attention than they already do. The last of the defeated soldiers blushes, seems about to respond, but is already driven back. The next ones lunge forward, waiting for their portion of shit on their heads.

It's so strange how they're all annoyed and fascinated by you at the same time. Little rats in a cramped cage around a shabby cat.

"What do you think of my mouth?"

"Capacious. Next."

"And with those lips you suck your father's dick?"

"I don't think that would be possible."

"He's dead? That's a shame."

"Didn't give me anything but heartburn, either." You tapped yourself on your stomach, grinning. "But I did feel better after I came home and snacked on your mum. Say hi, son."

After five minutes, everything subsides. One of the soldiers with a name you were too lazy to remember gently claps you on the shoulder, ducking down.

"The lions are in the enclosure."

You crane your neck in the direction everyone has abruptly turned away from.

"Why the reaction?"

"Do you realise who this is?"

"A very successful and respected unit. But you're fighting puppies here too, aren't you?"

You're pinched and turned towards the plates.

"They might not do anything to you, but we had an entire squad run from breakfast to dinner for one fucker staring at Ghost. Not that we weren't used to that, but the ones who collapsed from overexertion were fired."

Yeah. The taciturn cretin has a sense of humour. Plus point for him, minus five for the soldier who clearly isn't telling the whole story.

"Couldn't agree more with his methods. Especially since it worked. But 'not staring' and acting the way you do are different things."

He rocks and eats in silence. You turn around again and catch Price's gaze.

You raise an eyebrow. He nods.

You get up from your seat. Five seconds later, you slam the bars of the cage shut. A dray cat in an enclosure with lions.

"You eat the delinquents?"

Ghost watches you the same way he did the entire time you walked to their table - blank and black eyes. The question was asked into the air to probe the atmosphere at the table. You suspected that each of them was not far removed from their subordinates in their sense of humour. To insult them directly you could not, unfortunately.

Instead of the expected ignoring, at most a chuckle from Price, you get a greasy Manchester accent in your ears. The cloth mask moves in time with the movement of his mouth.

Skull. Really? You hadn't noticed.

Is he goth or emo?

"No. Just killing."

"What do you do with the teeth?"

"We pull them out and store them until we run out of bullets."

"Can I have a couple of dozen? Preferably rotten ones with holes in them. They make good necklaces."

Wow, they're all so much the same in this eagerness to fight even as a joke.

You don't notice yourself leaning closer to him in response.

"Are you a dentist?"

"I'm a scientist. But I've dissected a couple of corpses. Would you like to be a test subject?"

"Do I get a lab coat?"

"Yes, you can even sign it. You know how to do that, don't you?"

"How trivial. And this is a man of science?"

You have identical grins on your faces. You pull back the same way, in unison.

"John Soap McTavish." He holds out his hand.

"Your boss's boss in five years." You extend your hand in return.

He snorts, but accepts that wording. You shake hands, trying to break each other's palms. At some point, you stop moving your hands, just squeezing your fingers on each other's hands. Your chapped skin turns white from the force you exerted, your face remaining calm. You stare into Soap's eyes with the certainty of your failure, making you angrier and darker than you were a moment before.

His palms are larger, and he tries to take advantage of this by pressing on the pain point with his thumb. But you're already there, pressing your thumb into his muscle. Soap doesn't react. His grip on your limb has cut off the blood supply, you feel a slight numbness, but you're stubborn. You can't back down.

"Will you stop?" Price's low, husky voice almost makes you listen. Fucking shame.

"She's first."

You snicker. Nope, fuck no.

Abruptly pulling his palm towards you, you lean in with your tongue out. Before you can touch his skin, Soap releases you with a nervous chuckle. Thankful that he has a modicum of squeamishness in him. You're sure the same Ghost would let you lick his hand all you want.

Would have let me lick Price?

What.

As Soap wipes non-existent saliva from his palm on his trouser leg, a fourth man begins to speak.

"You're rabid, aren't you?" His hair is dark and curly, his eyes like a cow's, understanding. He examines you, rough, dishevelled. You probably do smell wild. But he nods anyway and holds out his hand to you. "Gas."

Your eyebrow flicks upwards. Before you ask which Autobot his father slept with, he gives you the full version of the name.

"Kyle, Garrick."

You nod and release his hand after a brief handshake. Soap looks indignant. I wonder how much more indignant he'd be if you hadn't restrained your urge to tell Gaz how handsome he is by the dog's standards.

"Ghost." Burps Manchester across from you.

"I know."

That's it. There's no more greeting to be had.

You look around at them all, forcing yourself to let go of all your clamps and shyness. You're equal. Not in the front, not in the back. On the side. They're just the biggest piece of meat you've ever tried to bite off.

"Analysing mental and physical changes in groups of individuals involved in combat. Draft title of my future article. Depending on the amount of information, the study period may include data from 2 to 15 years. If you are consenting, you will only be required to be interviewed on agreed questions about your well-being." Access to medical records is not their concern. They have no voting rights here, and you hope they realise that.

"Agreed to by whom?"

"First with my superiors, then with yours. Then…" You look meaningfully in Price's direction. "Supervisory concurrence. Your status protects you from my scientific hunger. Naturally, everything is anonymous. If this work ever sees the light of day, which I hope it does, it will be in as abridged and polished a state as possible."

"Then why?"

"Developing more effective rehabilitation programmes. Strengthening the psychological care staff for active military personnel. That's just as an example."

"No. Why would you do that?"

You stare into the black hole of his eyes. Lie or half-tell? All at once.

"I don't like losing opportunities that lie in front of my nose. You have interesting brains, and I want to understand them. Violence is in human nature, but you touch the most perverse part of it almost daily."

"The truth."

You tilt your head to the side. Interrupted, rebuked for lying. Truthful, but, it doesn't take away from your irritation. It's like your face is sharpening. A truly insulted cat.

"Okay. I got knocked over with the first sentence. With no explanation."

"Subject?"

"Rape."

There's no reaction at the table. At that moment, the silence around you, the obvious observation of dozens of pairs of eyes, becomes even more obvious and louder. You're genuinely surprised. No negativity, no derision.

"I realised the odds of consent were slim. But I couldn't help but check. Such 'projects' - if they have the good fortune to be realised in any way - are always investigations, private. Uncovered on the spot, destroyed on the spot. And I wanted, still want, to gather information, opinions, confessions. In an anonymous form. Bottom line, I'd put it in front of them," You look up meaningfully for a second, "like the charred cross of Christ, for edification." You clench your jaw, forcing yourself to drop your shoulders and exhale. Your tone doesn't rise for a second, but the mask of biting friendliness has come off completely. Two pairs of equally empty eyes. You spoke even quieter. "And I can't be penalised for taking the initiative, I'm in a safer position. As someone outside the system."

Ghost hummed.

"You want to do one study under the guise of another?"

"One would be enough with my head. But, yes, if I can."

You feel questioning waves of looks from Pryce, sitting to your left. You can't call his surprise ostentatious, but there are signs in the way his breathing becomes a little quieter, more focused, the way his head tilts.

A captain should know his soldiers. And he did, so he didn't expect any interest from Ghost. You can't disagree.

And you can't help but push.

"So?"

Ghost nods slowly. Brilliant.

In addition to you winning it, bonus goes to the other two. If you get the hierarchy right, the smaller tanks will follow those three in a string of smaller tanks.

pls write a review, tell me how bad this is and why I should stop writing. love kisses. punch heart like you've wanted to punch your dad for a long time

#limin #price x reader #price #john price #tf 141 #captain price #captain john price

[merakime]

halo! may i request how would the people of sumeru react (or the people of the akademiya to be exact) react if they find out cyno actually has a lover aka the reader 🤭

like maybe some stumbled upon seeing him actually holding hands with the reader or kissing them and they have to look away before cyno kills them with his eyes HAHSHSHS

sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭🙏 itsok if u are planning to reject this! no pressure of course <3

＃ SECRET, SECRET ! — ft. the scholars

with cyno’s position, it was better secret than sorry.

but love makes you reckless, you suppose. hey, you can’t even blame yourself, can you? his hand sat so perfectly still and lonely on the library table. you couldn’t help yourself—lifting his hand gently to press a kiss to his knuckles. at that, you see the corners of his lips raise just slightly, his eyes—

the door creaks, and your soul leaves your body, his hand still to your lips.

a / n: grabbing you by the shoulders and looking you dead in the eye. this is one of the cutest things i’ve ever received i think it’d count as a crime if i would reject this. i decided i’d do this in a voiceline-text-esque format !! that’d be cute mefhinks…… i didn’t know exactly if i should include kaveh in this, because apparently he graduated, buuuut.. i did it! my grasp on kaveh is very loose though.. so i hope i did okay! ;-;

──✦ TIGHNARI: “i knew it. i always knew it, but this was the confirmation. hah, they thought they could fool me! it’s obvious when they look at eachother.. so that must be why cyno has been bugging me about flowers. he’s always.. so picky, but knowing this, i guess it makes sense. good for them, good for them.”, tighnari is probably the biggest backstage support for you both, a steady supply of date-spot advice and flowers.

──✦ AL-HAITHAM: “is that so? hm.”, that’s the most you’ll get. the chances that al-haitham cares are very low. other than a brief moment of surprise, he remained unfazed. hell, he picked up a book from right above you and didn’t spare you more than a glance when you looked at him. but he does keep it in the back of his mind, and he will take it into account if needed.

──✦ KAVEH: “i see how it is.. so they were trying to keep it secret, huh? well, i can understand, but these strong sentiments are impossible to conceal, even for someone as straight-faced as cyno. oh, this is an interesting predicament.. i feel oddly.. captivated.”, kaveh is probably the one that would approach you about it, and also the one that would get the death-stare. he keeps his distance after that, afraid to poke the sleeping jackal the wrong way. but he can’t help but turn an eye sometimes. “it’s sort of endearing, isn’t it?”

──✦ LAYLA: “ohh.. the library.. i saw it. it was sort of.. cute.. the general mahamatra seems to have a softer side. i wanted to lend a book for my project, but i felt like i was intruding when they turned their heads like that.. so i quickly left.. i hope they didn’t notice it was me..”, layla left the wing of the building so quickly, she could’ve probably fallen asleep on the floor if her bed was one more step away.

──✦ FARUZAN: “i don’t know if i should be worried about that child or not. on one hand, fine, if they’re happy together, good. on the other hand, how do they tolerate these senseless jokes every day? i see them laughing all the time..  is there something i don’t understand here, or are they both just like that? well, then, it makes sense that they’re together..”, she’ll leave you to your own devices, and while she is supportive, better not be too lovey-dovey on academic grounds! there’s a etiquette of respect and restraint to be followed.

───── ending note: kaveh is probably somewhere out there with his binoculars for the latest couple gossip only to be metaphorically sniped by cyno’s dagger stare. ANYWAY !! this was so cute and i’m not very sure if i did it justice, but i hope it’s okayyy !!

#✦ mari writes !! #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #cyno x reader #for the sake of my sanity i'm only tagging him baibai ✈️✈️

[vwbugggie]

Fame D.R. First Shift!

Hey y'all!!! Recently I've been seeing a lot of posts about living in the end or living as if you already have what it is that you want. Obviously what I want is to shift so I thought it'd be fun if a wrote out how my first shift wake up would go. So let's all just pretend for a second that I've shifted (OMG!!! CONGRATS BUGGIE!!!! THANK YOU BESTIES!!!! <333 :*)

Comments on my DR (opinions, ideas, etc.) are welcome as long as they are respectful towards me and others! Feel free to ask any questions!

If y’all with Fame DR’s (or any DR; but especially if we have DR’s in common) ever wanna chat my DM's are open, don't be shy! (No minors, sorry!)

Anti-shifters do not interact, I don't care what you think. If you are rude or disrespectful I will block you and delete your comment. I'm not going to argue with you because I simply don't care to. (If you see a rude or disrespectful comment before I can get to it I encourage you not to engage, ignore it, thanks!)

[Also for background we weren't famous when I first shifted, this was at the very beginning of My Chem. Bullets was barely in the works and Frank hadn't joined yet. I hadn't met him, but I did end up meeting him the first day I shifted at the party we went to.]

So this is how my first shift to my Fame D.R. went:

[The day after my two weeks ended and I was officially unemployed, October 1, 2001. I woke up when I felt the bed dip next to me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't move. I felt someone lightly rub my back and gently say]

Gee: Good morning, Bug. Me and Mikey have to go run some errands, afterwards we're gonna pick up Ray, then we'll all come pick you guys up. Then we'll head to the party, ok?

[He looked at me and waited for me to open my eyes.]

Buggie: Yeah, sure 

[I say as I flipped over trying hide the fact that I was freaking out.]

Gee: C’mon Bug, wakey wakey

Buggie: I’m awake

Gee: Prove it

[Finally I opened my eyes and saw Gee smiling down at me, I sat up.]

Buggie: Errands, pick up Ray, then me and Abbi, got it. What time should we be ready by?

Gee: Well we want to be there by eight ish, it's (checks watch) 10:00 so probably 7:00? Gives us enough to finish errands and eat something, sound ok? 

Buggie: Perfect

Gee: Oh, and eat something will you? Real food, not just a Coke. Abbi's cookin', we woulda stuck around and ate with ya, but we’re late

[I nodded my head and held out my arms (a bitch needed a hug fight me)]

Gee: Everything ok?

Buggie: [I nodded my head] Uh huh, I just had a bad dream, would you get Mikey before you guys leave? 

Gee: Sure, I’ll go get him

[I held on for a second, after I let go he stands. A few minutes later Mikey appeared in the doorway.]

Mikey: Hey kid, heard you had a bad dream

[He sits on the bed]

Buggie: Yeah, I just wanted to say bye

[I hugged him, he rubbed my back lightly to comfort me]

Mikey: Wanna talk about it?

Buggie: I’m ok, I don’t wanna make y’all more late

Mikey: Eh, what’s a few more minutes?

Buggie: Really it was nothing, I don’t even really remember it anymore 

Mikey: Ok, but if you need anything just call

Buggie: I will, I’ll see ya later

Mikey: See ya later, kid

The second that door closed I fully freaked out, questioning if this was real, doing reality checks, looking around, grabbing things, you know trying to make sure I was grounded. I was trying to contain my excitement and keep quiet cuz I didn't want to alarm anyone lol. After I somewhat composed myself I ran to my phone to check out my lifa app (yes that's something I kept from old shiftok lol) I explored it a bit, until I was calm, then I decided to go to the kitchen and have breakfast with Abbi.

Just a lil reminder this was me living in the end! I don't want y'all to think I'm lying or anything I just thought this would be fun and helpful for my journey :)

Anyway thanks for reading! Love y'all <3333

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting community #shiftblr #shiftinconsciousness #shifting realities #quantum jumping #shifters #reality shift #desired reality #reality shifter #shifting stories #shifting consciousness #fame dr

[twigg96]

can i req hcs for pickles with an s/o who has scars on their thighs and got shamed for it by their parents

Hello my sweet anon. Of course you can have a HC with darling Pickles!

TW: Scars, Past: Self Harm, Past: Self Mutilation, Off Screen: Shaming, Shitty Parenting

When the two first met at a meet and greet Pickles just knows that this person is someone special. Someone to keep his eye on. So he, unlike himself, handed over his personal number to this complete stranger to call him for ya know a good time. Days passed and with no word from his mysterious muse he put them to the back of his mind.

That is until suddenly a text popped up on his phone at the most respectable time of 3 AM. It was his brand new friend! Pickles was so excited! To be honest he wasn't really expecting a late night booty/drug call but hey? Who was he to be picky right? Answering their simple "Hey... its [Future S/O] sorry to bug you" With an overenthusiastic "It's nbd! I never sleep XD LOL JK... Anyway... how are ya 2night?" He was a little surprised when he saw the chat bubble on his partner's end of the conversation come to life then disappear then reappear as if they had to think about how they wanted to reply. "Ok... just needed someone to talk to ya know. XD" Pickles smiled at his screen his thumbs moving faster than his mind. "Well u can always chat with me anytime." Throughout the rest of the night Pickles was connected by the palm to his phone talking to his new friend. Discovering new and exciting things about each other. Divulging secrets he'd never told anyone besides the band. He didn't know why... but they felt trustworthy... like they were someone he could really be himself with.

Weeks turned into months with Pickles glued to his phone. At some points it actually impacted his recording sessions when his phone dinged in the studio and either ruined a half assed take or a good one that Pickles just froze in his tracks causing the studio department to groan but at least know they could splice two halves of a song together to get something out of it.

Eventually the day came that Pickles craved meeting his S/O in person again. Properly this time. On a date maybe? He wasn't entirely sure but he knew he wanted to see them again. So without a second thought he invited them out on a nice evening stroll. No pressure. Just a little weed smoking walk. His S/O immediately agreed but on the stipulation that he had to be the one to pick them up, because they didn't have access to transportation at the time.

When Pickles arrived to their place he was a little surprised to find that all the lights in the house were shut off. He wasn't completely shocked. His S/O wanted to be picked up at 2 in the morning and even he understood that was an uncouth time to be taking a leisurely stroll around the block. However when a single light flicked on in the house and the silhouette of a person slipping out of their bedroom window caught his eye, he was hit with a nostalgia that left a strange pit in his stomach and a weird tinny metallic taste in his mouth and not in a good way. Screams from inside the house startled Pickles as his partner sprinted to the car, flinging open the door. Once they were in they were frantic tears streaming down their face. "Drive! Just drive please!"

Pickles refused to comment on the shit show he just witnessed for the first few hours the two were out together. He had just wanted to take a walk and get high damn it! But as his S/O sat beside him in the passenger seat taking deep breaths and trying their damnedest to calm down, Pickles knew he had to address the issue. "Hey..." He started softly, glancing over at his friend as he pulled into an abandoned parking lot of a Kroger's. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? Ya never said you were attempting a prison break." Pickles attempted to joke. But it was poorly received as his partner simply sobbed through the laughter shaking their head. "Prison sounds just about right." They managed to get out, rubbing their legs and their arms for any semblance of calm. Pickles hummed understandingly but he refused to meet their eyes. Normally with anyone else... anyone less important to him he would have bolted in a second, went tight lipped and either changed the subject, pulled out the weed, and pretended everything was dandy. But by the way his partner was acting the way they were moving, holding themselves and touching their legs so gingerly... he just wanted to be sure.

Reaching over and gently touching their thigh, he sighed as they winced away. "You know I'd come bail you out whenever you need right?" He asked so softly it was barely above a whisper. His eyes met theirs and for a moment he was sure they were going to step out of the car and walk away... and who would blame them. In another life, in his teens he would have done the same thing. He would have bolted from the hand that fed him because he'd never known an iota of kindness that never needed to be repaid. Why should he expect anything different from his friend who needed help now? But despite all the odds they leaned across the center console and hugged him close holding him tight. He could feel their tears staining his shirt at his shoulder, their hair caressing his cheek and tickling his nose, he could smell their sweet shampoo, and feel their arms tighten across his chest. Wrapping his arms around their waist he held them as close as the constraints of the car would allow. "Thank you." They whispered softly.

It had been a few hours now. Emotions had had a chance to simmer and cool. With the help of the sick weed and the sun roof on Pickles' car the two melted back in their seats laying them back as far as they possibly could go to stare up at the constellations in the sky and the shooting stars. Pickles mumbled some crazy cracked out conspiracy theories about how there was life on other planets and that little green men were probably smoking space weed right as they were smoking earth weed. The concept of it all made his friend laugh and giggle nonstop beside him, bubbly with the effects of the weed. But as the silence of the night fell upon them again, his partner grew somber once more. "Ya know..." They started, kicking one leg up onto the windshield despite Pickles' best efforts to tell them that their bare feet were going to leave a very conspicuous print.

"My parents can be such douchebags..." They went on to start pulling up their torn jeans and for a moment in his blissed out mind Pickles thought he might maybe be getting lucky. That is until he saw them. A myriad of faded scars littered his S/O's beautiful skin and Pickles' couldn't help but feel a twang in his heart. He had suspected from their reactions earlier in the night... but he didn't want it to be true. Sitting up on an elbow Pickles sighed, reaching over carefully, Pickles stopped, hovering over their thigh, meeting their eyes waiting for permission before he touched them. He knew how sensitive, both mentally and physically scars could be. But as his partner brough their hand down to his own, letting him touch their scars had to admit he felt a little honored knowing that maybe he was the first they felt so comfortable with. "My parents freaked when they saw them last night..." They mumbled. "Thing is... I haven't... ya know... for over a year. I was actually feeling good with my body and just wanted to wear shorts around the house. But now-" They cut themself off with a sigh shaking their head as if the whole thought itself was silly. But Pickles. Pickles was having none of it. "Bull shit, Sticks!" Pickles huffed, using his nickname for them to try and drive the point a little deeper and shuffling in his seat to sit up properly, making the car rock in it's parked position. "That's sick as fuck that your scars are healed! It's even cooler that you've been clean fer a year!" He yelled, banging his fist into the car's roof. "Fuck! I've only been clean once and it was for like... a week. But that was fer drugs and shit so don't count that..." He mumbled making his partner laugh. Pulling his sweatbands from his wrists he showed them his own long since faded scars. "But... I have been clean at least this fer a few years with the help of my friends and Charles... He lets me smash lamps... Whet I'm trying to say is. I know how feckin' hard it is, Sticks. Don't ever doubt yourself, your worth, or your bangin' body just because of some scars. They made us who we are today. Fuck whoever else is out There trying to tell us who to be or what to wear because of them. I think yer amazing so don't forget that! I only wear these cause I got weak wrists and I got the arthritis." Pickles said confidently as his partner pulled him down to their lips kissing him hard and deep.

The next morning came too fast. Clothes spilled out of the windows of Pickles' beater car and onto the pavement of the Kroger's parking lot. Faint tapping is what awoke Pickles bright and early at the ungodly hour of 10AM from his place of slumber in the back seat, naked but covered with his emergency blanket atop his S/O. "Sir... we got a call about two cases of public indecency... can you please at lease put pants on and vacate the premises... there are children here."

#thank you anon #asks are always open #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse headcanons #pickles fanfic #metalocalypse #thank you for the ask! #dethklok #pickles the drummer

[eddie-brii]

@ctrvpani has kinda given me a bug with the lovely new work they put out so headcannons are going to be KingKay and RoyalKay based today.

After everything they went through down there Nick had no idea what to make of everything. Rachel had dumped both of them, her words echoing in his head every time he sat down on the cot CENTCOM had assigned him for quarantine.

"You both need to stop! Eric, you can't expect me to be the same person you knew a year ago, even then, we may have been together but, your head was so buried in Cealus I might as well have not existed!"

Rachel turned to Nick next, he had hope until she began to speak.

"Nick, you've been using me as a distraction from what happened, and I'm sorry for taking advantage of that but, I can't keep doing this! We all have shit we need to work through, and this fucked up love triangle isn't helping any of us! Now we need to go find Kolchek.

Nick should at least have felt some gratification at the fact Eric hadn't gotten Rachel either but the look of hurt on the man's face had Nick wanting to give him some form of comfort. The Colonel had saved his ass not ten minutes ago and about fell down that damn hole, Nick had a new found respect for the man.

For weeks now they had been going through test after test, questioning after questioning, and Nick was sure everyone was going crazy at this point. The psych evals had been the worst at first, but shrinks actually seemed like they wanted to help. They had given him a journal and a pen, stating it might help him process everything that happened if talking didn't help. He just began to write everything, how he was feeling, the random thoughts that had gone through his head and the things he'd been afraid of. It took him a week to admit on paper he didn't hate Eric as much as he thought he would, another three days to admit he admired the man's intelligence and, finally, that he'd been frustrated at the fact Nick found him attractive. The fact that all the man had to do was strut into base like he did and had Nick checking him out despite being wrapped in Rachel's arms a few minutes beforehand.

His entries on Rachel had changed as well, he sat down and took a good look at the flaws he'd been ignoring, no longer placing her on a pedestal like he had before. She was right, they all had their issues, she'd been the only to actually stop and see them. It stung to realize how much he'd fucked up the whole situation out of a selfish need to grab onto a distraction vs actually facing things the right way. Hell, he needed to apologize to Jason for acting an ass to him instead of focusing on survival down there. He'd been trying to make his friend face something that he hadn't even fully faced himself.

All that reflection Nick had given time to observe everyone, he wondered when or if Jason was going to come to him about Salim. The two of them had been acting like fools now that the glowworms had taken them out from under the microscope, he was happy for them though, glad someone could get a happy ending out of this shit show.

The Kings, he'd noticed looked as miserable as he felt, Rachel had lost a lot of fire after they had removed the parasite from her. It scared him to put her into the cocoon but he didn't know if she'd take any comfort from him. Eric had been just as distant, he seemed to always have a computer in hand, almost absentmindedly taking it apart to put it back together again. He hated to see them like this, two highly motivated individuals that, admittedly, he found attractive were losing their spark and he hated it. He had to figure out something, he thought looking at Eric and Rachel, because he helped to fuck it up, now he was going to try to help fix it.

#house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures house of ashes #hoa #jason kolchek #salim othman #nick kay #eric king #rachel king #kingkay #royalkay #eddie speaks

[euryalex]

All numbers you havent gotten yet for Wyll/Tara

THANK U SARAH ILYSM!!

long post incoming lol

3. Jealousy issues?

Not really? I do think that, while they respect each other's choices, there's always kinda a hint of fear. They've both lost so much already. Seeing someone else flirt with their S/O scares them. Not that they think their S/O would cheat or leave, it's just the thought that scares them.

4. What’s a Night Out for them?

Honestly... I think they like to spend it on their own. They like to show each other location's they've visited before, but after a while they like to just go out and stargaze or just go for a walk in a forest.

5. What’s an evening in for them?

An evening in most likely takes place after a long day, where neither have enough energy to do anything else. They'll just cuddle somewhere and just hang out - they don't even need to talk.

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

Well I THINK we talked about a double date between them and Astarion and Farowyn :3

Come to think of it... They'd have a lot of double dates with Astarion-mancers - @swingxilly's Sonne and @chainsawsangel's Athena are definitely welcome 😉 And if Anabel keeps Raphael in line, they're also welcome 👀 @firstaidspray

7. Do they want (have) kids?

At first... Neither really thought about it and it kinda becomes 'if it happens, it happens'. Then, they get little Arlys and it finally feels like they can rest - as if they've reached the end of their adventure.

9. If they got engaged… who proposed? 

I think they've always kinda referred to one another as 'my husband/wife' but they're not married. It's only long after Arlys is born - like, he'd be 10, that Wyll proposes.

12. How Are there communication skills?

Wyll's are good, but Tara often struggles with words - at first, at least. She gets better at it when she finds what kind of person she is without her master.

13. A little personal… but… Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

It depends on the situation. Sometimes all they want is to be loved and cherished, but sometimes they haven't seen each other in a while or haven't had time to themselves and they're so pent up and they're sooo impatient-

15. Why do they like each other?

For Tara... it's how he's really such a gentleman despite everything that's happened to him. Despite his deal with Mizora he sticks to his morals no matter what but not in a way that makes him too stubborn to change his mind.

For Wyll, I think he fell for Tara when he saw how kindhearted she was even when she had no reason to be. Sure, she doesn't let people take advantage of her, but she does believe in people redeeming themselves. It's what makes it so easy for their companions to open up to her.

16. Who cooks most?

I think Wyll. Tara only learned how to cook smaller things as a child and is only now catching up. Most of the time it's Wyll cooking with Tara's assistance, though, so she slowly learns a thing or two. When she and Wyll are separated, she's forced to try more and while she struggles at first, she gets the hang of it eventually.

18. Evening rituals?

Tara definitely needs a few kisses first. Sometimes, if one can't sleep, they'll just talk about their day or what they'll do tomorrow :D

19. How are they at parties or gatherings?

They're definitely talking to everyone - you cannot avoid them. When they're done talking, they'll most likely dance or drink.

20. Most cuddly? 

Hm... Tara, but only because of how hard she latches on. Wyll cannot escape her cuddles (he doesn't want to.)

21. Movie Night?

MODERN AU Most likely all lights out, both cuddling under a blanket, some snacks on the table. One of them falls asleep while the other stays awake for the entire movie.

22. Who is the photo bug?

Modern AU Hm... both, in different ways. Wyll loves taking photos with/of other people. Tara loves posing for pictures. She also loves taking them - she's definitely the obnoxious type who takes pictures of her food 😭

23. How well do they know each other’s favorite foods?

They definitely know what the other likes! For sure! On special occasions they'll cook for one another :)

24. What do their texts look like?

Modern AU Oh god. Tara would send so much weird shit and Wyll deals with it like a CHAMP. Tara will randomly send shit like 'The river is too quiet tonight.' and Wyll will just have to be like. '... So that's a no on movie night?'

Wyll will send something like two cats cuddling and caption it with 'us 💖' and Tara immediately goes soft.

Also. Tara's response vs Wyll's response:

25. Parenting style?

Hm. I think both are stern when they need to be, but they believe in raising Arlys to be kind. They want to be good parents and that Arlys has a better life than they did.

26. If they have kids, who named them? What would they name them?

They'd both agree on a name. Tara would probably want an Elven name, while Wyll wants something to remember his family.

#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #tumblr broke while i tried to answer this smh #OC: Tara #x: witchblade

[skye707]

Dear Skye07 and the Riddler crew,

First off, I apologize if you got those... Transmissions. Usually, my version of Edward behaves but he's becoming restless as of late and he recently discovered your blog. For the most part, he usually has Jonathan to interact with, besides me and a few others, but it appears learning about other versions of himself being around piqued his interest and broke one of the rules, which was hacking into another's domain, in his excitement.

He's currently pouting in the corner for being banned from entry to his workshop as well as being banned from any usage of electronics for a week. At least he hasn't attacked the city as a form of retaliation... Yet... Though, he's also pouting due to Jonathan's interruption along with Poe (one of Jonathan's corvids) randomly entering his workshop and causing a rather huge mess.

Second off, Edward should've said May 4th as a better hint instead of just saying "Hope you like fiction." He tends to forget not everyone is a fanboy like he or Jonathan can be, albeit, Jonathan's only extends to literature usually... Unless it's horror, then he's more willing to see it in a movie format and proceed to analyze and critique it, though, he won't admit but he also adores true crime shows... Or when Edward or Harley forces him to watch stuff with them... Jonathan's more subtle in his admiration for works when compared to Edward at least.

I adore Edward (and the Rogues in this household) but sometimes he (and the others) can be a handful. I can't help but admire your ability to deal with several different versions of Edward at once. Not when they can drain the energy from most people if they haven't built a tolerance for his presence or simply have the sort of unbreakable patience that people like Jonathan have.

Once again, I apologize for the transmissions (along with my long ramble here) and I hope you have a good day/night.

-HD

Dear HD,

No need to apologize for the transmissions. As someone who also finds themselves doing quite a bit of Riddler wrangling, I understand that its impossible to keep eyes on them at all times. Besides, I’ve found that allowing them to interact with one another is typically a constructive way for them to expend some energy.

With regards to the riddle, the May 4th hint was definitely a helpful clarification. Most of the Edwards here are well-versed in “fiction” and came to the conclusion rather quickly. However, for people such as myself, getting to the correct answer was not nearly as simple. So, thank you for the assistance as it would have bugged me to the end of my days.

I adore these Riddlers, and I thank you for the compliments to my resolve. However, I do think it’s healthy for them to engage in some interactions that aren’t between one another. I imagine that your Edward having friends such as Jonathan and Harley around to temper his emotions does wonders for his general demeanor, so in that I do think I envy you. From what brief conversations I’ve heard, he and Jonathan seem to have a good-natured relationship, so please let Edward know that I’m proud of his emotional growth (goodness knows some of my Riddlers need to see some emotional growth). Also, let Jonathan know that he has my respect for the good work he does in keeping Ed occupied.

Feel free to drop by again any time with a riddle or just for friendly conversation. My ask box is always open.

-Skye

#riddlerverse

[lucky-pool-pond]

My dear Brainrot and Roman Empire: 

Almost finished playing BG3 and absolutely loved it despite all bugs, problems and mistakes. But one thought keep troubling me after revealing past of the Emperor and how touching his relationship seems to be with Ansur.

Guys, I'm serious, I need AMV, because these two being lovers or just written in stars legendary bromance, they have major vibe Arcade and Saturno. Honestly, they have too little time on screen, but it felt, all those pears were just perfect. 

There is so little content in this fandom for me personally on  many things, like Raphael and Tav as worthy combatants and all tension between them (I just can’t help myself), the story between Hope and Raphael, all his sayings about Tav in diaries, Haarlep being most iconic all the time (I need him and Raphael doing that barbie prison posing, because despite being smart he prefers being the best bimbo in the world and material girl, I can’t help but just adore him), sweet sweet Withers (my baby, my baby, you're my baby, say it to me), him, who, with his little riddles and simple phrases, just hanging around kept my/Tav's faith and sanity in check, because when you watch almost everything Laezel believed in turn against her, Gale being forced to kill herself by his ex-lover/his goddess, Shadowheart stuck between Shar's foggy future and Selunite's past, Arabella's parenrs, Astarion with all his baggage, Will with Mizora and his father, Karlach with a sick heart, so you come to him broken and still find some kind of stability and desire to keep going, thinking you're still doing right - well, doing everything that Scratch could not say, but always wanted - Stoney and Boney being my most healthy comfies (If I ever enter into a relationship, then let it be like this).

I almost cried at Jaheira story with her husband(I have utmost respect to him), Minsc and Astarion bro duo - is my favorite, despite i always enjoyed sarcastic banter between Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart and sometimes Lae'zel, then Jaheira and Minthara came - that moment I needed to stop all quests lines and just listen to them talking, then came Minsc and Boo and I fall, recruiting Minsc was one ofthe best decision in the whole game, and so on.

In the camp in the third act, I caught myself thinking that, I don’t have to glue them together, they can now stick together and communicate without me. I just look at them and my eyes rejoice, my dear babies, my big broken family, I will do everything to make you happy, safe and sound (also had a bug that the whole camp was hanging around with me, so this ralks in-between often made my day a day). I'm one step away from actually starting to make content, because AAAAAA what are you doing to me?

But Ansur and the Emperor became my roman Empire. I don’t care about the nature of their relationship, because whatever they are for each other, their devotion, their common  past and non-romantic intimacy, understanding and knowledge of certain traits, it’s as if they have their own language.  

Ansur’s despair, although he was there almost until the very end - I’m just AAA, oh glass, my favorite tasty glass. I can’t even imagine how hard it was for both of them not only to meet in person, but also the absurdity of finally seeing the corpse of their dear comrade. And although only one of them is technically undead, both are essentially looking at the corpse of their former friendship.

I can’t even express in words how much I feel about this. And it seems to me personally that for some reason Ansur knows that Tav and their group of adventurers will be able to overcome what Ansur could not prevent a long time ago, which is why he fights so hard. I just can’t bear this resentment, this bitterness, this story with all the little pieces that were shown to us.  Someone do it, please

#bg3 #brainrot #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 ansur #ansur #bg3 emperor #Emperor #balduran #shitpost

[helianskies]

Nedport for the ship thing :)

m mm m m . . . 🍪

[ find the ask game here! send me a ship! ]

gives nose/forehead kisses: port

port is more of a kisser than ned is, and certainly when it comes to this sort of kiss. of course, ned's a bit hard to reach, but the moment port can get up there, he's all over him!

gets jealous the most: both

they find each other so attractive that literally everyone else is a threat. ned becomes very defensive and protective. port becomes very offensive, however, trying to keep anyone getting too close as far away as he can ward them.

takes care of on sick days: ned

port insists he's fine until ned starts to insist he isn't and starts to look after him. port won't mind in the end. sometimes, it's nice to be doted on!

drags the other person out into the water on beach day: both

oh, they're running hand in hand, babes.

brings the other lunch at work: port

ned can get so easily buried in what he's doing that he'll forget the most basic things he needs to do like eat. port likes to make him these cute little lunches to make sure ned spends some time away from his work, for once.

tries to start role-playing in bed: port

ahem. ned's into it.

embarrassingly drunk dancer: port

ned's into this, too.

firmly believes in couple costumes: port

port may have to do a little bit of bribing, or use ned's siblings against him, in order to get him to dress up. but he'll do it.

breaks the expensive gift rule during christmas: ned

i'll say it again for ned: how sweet is it that someone so usually frugal and money-obsessed as ned breaks his own spending rules in order to go all out on the person he loves? hello??

makes the other eat breakfast: both

breakfast together, or no breakfast at all! they like to make sure they have this first part of the day together and in turn, make sure that they're eating sufficiently for whatever the day ahead holds.

remembers anniversaries: ned

the man is a living, breathing calendar.

brings up having kids first: port

he'll see ned doing things or looking at things (like on tv, for example) that are parent-related and it'll make him wonder, to the point of eventually dropping a hint. because if ned wants kids, port wants to be the one to share that responsility and joy with him (selfish as that sounds).

kills the bugs: ned

port can and will if he has to, but ned does it so well. why get in the way of a professional?

first to define them as a couple: ned

perhaps on account of not wanting to rush into a relationship so early on, port is not quick to define them in any way. so ned takes the lead in that respect, and chooses to define them sooner rather than later, just to make it clear to port how he feels and to provide him that certainty.

who hides their guilty pleasures longer: neither

no point moving slow. the first time they try something, it opens up pandora's box and there's no going back.

snorts when laughing: ned

man needs to have the odd quirky, surprising, snorty laugh in order for port to survive. it gives him life. it heals him.

#helia answers #hetalia #hws portugal #hws netherlands #nedport

[idkmybffjillyy]

Swanfire Month 2022 - Day 26 - Going Home fake memories

I've thought for a while now that based on the show's own description of the rules of the curse and reversing it, the end of Going Home should've been Emma and Henry in the yellow bug, with Neal, August, and Hook squished together in the backseat - since none of them we under the original curse.

i have a lot of in-cohesive thoughts for how to fit false memories into that version so enjoy my ramblings - because while emma kept her real memories up until henry's birth - if the same were true for neal and august then they'd have knowledge of enchanted forest and that there's a curse, and neal would have memories of hook - so all those memories get replaced with 'non-magic AU' versions of their lives(?). if anything emma and henrys memories are the same as canon except (on a similar timeline to when he showed up in their lives in s2) neal re-entered their lives and reconciled. they never got married though but definitely in a long term relationship once they work through their issues. emma, neal, and henry all live in that same apartment together. part of the rationale on regina's part would be (in headcanon) fake memories she gave to emma may have been real memories of regina's (as a single parent to henry) - so she doesn't have as much to give neal, and in part (in my fanon) regina and neal have had multiple one on one interactions and talked about henry, talked about regrets , come to mutual understanding/respect, and 'would you do it over differently' & he even though he would want to be there for emma and henry all of those years, he's the type of person who doesn't want to re-do the past (eg rejecting rumples offer to be a boy again) & who doesn't want to forgive himself for his mistakes so easily but rather earn his way back to emma and to henry.

what helps work through issues is august formally introducing himself to emma and explaining why he orchestrated her going to jail (...something they doesnt involve a curse???, but does involve him thinking he knows/knowing where their birth parents (snow, charming, gepetto) are. when they track down the lead over some years, it turns out they've since died so part of the "happy memories" is getting some closure on. and tracking down that lead is the reason they'd left boston and ew york and thailand to go to maine and why they were all in the car together. neal retains his memories of his time in new york pre-s2 and goes back to his same job or gets a similar one (since he probably stopped showing up with little to no notice and went off the grid). there's at least one friend of acquaintance of neal's who doesn't fully buy the story that tamara drove up to maine after neal, had some blowout fight and ran off with her side piece to live on an island somewhere (the same week he reconnects with the one that got away and his long lost son??) - and keeps up on the local news in maine for any unidentified remains in the woods or off the coast. it could work to have manhattan play out in a very similar way - neal was abandoned as a child by his father intentionally or accidentally; years later when his father is dying of illness or old age (heart problems) he finally gets a lead to track neal down but needs the assistance of someone like emma. neal and his father do get to briefly reconcile and say their goodbyes on his deathbed (no magic candles to save him).

anged my mind - if on the same timeline from s2 manhattan to s3a going home thats what only a matter of weeks?? neal coming back from maine in a matter of weeks with new live in girlfriend, long lost son and fiance tamara no where to be seen - multiple people would call the police. why can't they just be happy?? osomehow its been at least 3 years since neal reentered their lives in boston/ny or otherwise they skip ny and go straight to tallahassee and no need to deal with neal's former life in ny.

And to top it off in theory add all of the lost boys in tow (school bus for a joy ride?) as well. Hook (maybe Neal too?) run a group home for boys - part of the mission is to help them get into college and to avoid getting tricked into a life owed to the military (given hook's own bad experience in the navy). hooks memories are mostly overhauled (i.e. no preexisting relation to neal, rumple, milah). they got stuck up in maine on a field trip? camping trip? college visit?

and fortunate side effect of neal not going to enchanted forest: rumples not resurrected, zelena doesnt have the pieces she needs so doesnt go after snowing baby, so snowing doesnt cast the curse at all or they cast without zelenas interference & easily reunite with emma, neal, henry, etc

#swanfire month 2022 #swanfire au #swanfire ua #going home #ouat s3a #ouat #swanfire #swanthief

[cosmetichorror]

Too old for this, first chapter rewrite!

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To say he was too old for this would be and understatement. He's died multiple times, fought Ganon twice, and fought every monster on multiple occasions. Some would say he's not that old, and he's decided they're all wrong. He's 149 technically, and he sure as hell feels like it. Yet Hylia herself had this bright fucking idea, an absolutely GENIUS PLAN, to put him on another adventure 30 years after his last one ended. Yeah, Mhm, quick question, your grace. What the fuck???

It all started one sunny morning, a morning like every other morning, really. It should have been a great morning, what with how lovely it was outside, but something was off. Link could smell something in the air, something that wasn't there yesterday. It left a foul taste in his mouth and made him rather uneasy. A strange feeling has rooted itself deep in his chest, gripping tightly around his soul. He initially brushed it off as him being paranoid, but when he looked outside of his little cabin and heard dead silence, he knew something was incredibly wrong.

In the wilderness, it's never silent. There's always some bug humming, a bird singing, the soft scampering of squirrels running up trees, but never silence. Especially not in the mornings. The only reason the animals and insects would be silent, was if there was something out there, something that was dangerous or frightening, enough so that all the animals went in hiding. Usually this only happened when bokoblins came running around, but there hasn't been a bokoblin on the great plateau since the blood moons stopped. There aren't any other predators on the great plateau either. Something is wrong.

In fact, the peacefulness and lack of danger was one of the reasons he even moved up to the great plateau. When hyrule started booming in population things got crowded, and people rushed to make more houses and more towns, and even to rebuild old ones up from the ashes. Initially, he aided in the building of hyrule. He bounced from place to place supplying wood, stones, food, anything they asked for. He didn't even stop to think if it was necessary, and found himself being taken advantage of in rare cases. Thankfully, most of hyrule greatly respects him and would call out those that did take advantage of his kind hearted nature. He recalls one name, who's name he can't remember, asked him for five diamonds and two rubies to see if he'd actually bring it. For and when he did, he made it a habit of asking Link to bring him rare gems so he could sell them off to merchants. It took three days for someone to catch on, and when they did, oh boy. Let's just say the other residents were not happy. Afterwards, he got lectured by Zelda about thinking before accepting something.

Moving to the great plateau was more of a last resort, actually, but kind of poetic in a way. This was where everything started for him, and this is where it'll end. Zelda didn't like the idea of him being so far away from civilization, but to him it was exactly what he needed. Don't get me wrong, he loves how welcoming and

Grabbing his beloved cane, he makes his way through the house, putting on his black turtle neck, needing to roll the sleeve up on his right arm as it won't get past the golden hoops that decorate his arm, at least not comfortably. Over that he puts on his grey and green robes that he got during his second adventure. They're surprisingly comfortable. Putting on a belt and slipping on his sandals, all he needs to do is grab a bow and some arrows so he can go find whatever it was that spooked the animals away.

He may not be as good as he used to, especially with his bad leg, but he sure as hell can shoot a bow. It's not his skills he's worried about, it's finding whatever creature is out there. Could be yiga, could be a passing rito. Who knows?

As he passes through the woods, keeping his eyes and ears out, a sudden rumbling fills the sickly silence. Right, he hasn't ate breakfast yet. Well, he did get shock arrows, might as well do some fishing while he's out.

The good thing about the silence is every little noise stands out all the more, making it all the easier to hear whatever's out there. His hearing isn't as good as it used to be, but it's still exceptional, especially for being half deaf in one ear, courtesy of the calamity.

He treks silently, and wishes he put on his sheikah stealth outfit. Well, too late to go back now. With every snap of a twig and crunch of a leaf he winces, hoping whatever's out there can't hear him.

Anxiety pools in his chest, seeping deep into his veins. He hates to admit it but he's not used to dealing with genuine danger anymore. As mentioned, there aren't any predators on the great plateau. And when he does leave the plateau, it's only for short periods of time, and even then he's surrounded by his friends who all are conveniently well versed warriors, so he never feels at risk. He almost misses the feeling. The feeling of being truly alive. Running from a hinox, just barely dodging a swipe from a lynel, tumbling down a hill after your shield breaks during shield surfing. The feeling of being young. What he doesn't miss, however, is the feeling of dread that comes along with it. The fear that you might not make it out alive. The fear that you might get hurt. The sooner this is over, the better.

He treks through the plateau, only stopping to catch some fish for breakfast. He goes through the entire forest surrounding his house, but finds nothing. He hasn't given up his search, but he has decided to take a break to actually eat the fish he caught.

Returning back to his cottage in silence, he hopes whatever's out there is not very dangerous. He can't have it killing all the game and terrorizing the small woodland creatures.

Recently, thanks largely to Zelda hyrule has been prospering and creating new things, like strange appliances called "stoves". Well, call him old fashioned but he prefers the good ol' cooking pot. Sure, it can't be hard to flip the food in there at times and even harder to make pastries, but what's life without a few good challenges? Besides, it holds so much nostalgia in it. He recalls fondly way back when he'd be traveling for days off road before finding a stable, and finally being able to just relax and cook a nice warm meal. As he got more well known, people would gather around and ask for recipes, or sometimes even to make extra for them. He never minded, he enjoyed the attention at the time. He was so starved for praise he'd do just about anything, even if it meant chasing bugs across hyrule for a handful of rupees. Nowadays, he doesn't rely on praise to feel worthy, and the attention has began to make him uncomfortable. He doesn't like being in the public eye too much, he just wants a nice relaxing life where he can live out his days peacefully. And hopefully, once this whole ordeal is over he can get back to his normal routine.

Starting up a fire under the pot, the silence is all the more deafening. He keeps his ears out, just in case.

He walks inside to grab some butter and salt for seasoning, and by the time he makes it back outside the pot is hot enough to start cooking. Popping the butter in there and watching it melt, he wishes Zelda were here to share this meal with, but she's not due to come by till tomorrow. Maybe they'll have time to visit Sidon?

Placing the fish in the skillet and listening to the sizzle, he sighs. He feels on edge, that strange feeling in his chest has only grown stronger.

The sound of soft chatter fills the void, making Link jump up. Swift as the wind, he places the half raw fish on the window sill, grabbing his bow and cane he starts to make his way towards these voices. The closer he gets, the more he can make out.

"——— —— - —— ——— —!"

"——— ——— ———ing ———ver!"

"Wi— —— pati——"

"— has a ———"

"— —— — vet! —— sense of adven——"

"Can -e not ——t? I'm —- tired and my —— are sore."

"-our feet are alwa— sore, Sky."

"Didn't you say she said we're close? it can't be much longer now."

His breathing was as steady as it could be, and he kept his eyes focused on this party of eight. How in Dins name did they all get up here? The youngest appears to be fourteen, and the oldest can't be any older then thirty. Overall a rather young group, maybe just an adventurous family looking for some thrill? But the one in heavy armor said they're close. Close to what, exactly? Are they looking for something? Or perhaps, someone?

He narrows his eyes as he examines them all. Three of them are wearing vibrant blue, the youngest is one of them. He has short blond hair, and his tunic is bright blue with white embroidery of a lobster. Distantly, he recalls seeing a similar tunic somewhere. He'll need to look through his chest of old clothes he got during his journey to see if he can find it.

The other young one of them has a multicolored tunic with a patch of blue on it, but it's a deeper shade then the classic royal family blue. He looks rather short, but his face looks like that of a teen. Perhaps around sixteen to nineteen?

The last one is wearing a deep, vibrant blue scarf that almost works as a cape, with golden embroidery at the end. He knows he can't gatekeep the color blue, but hylians don't wear that vibrant of a blue except for Zelda and him! It just seems so out of place, and he can't put his finger on why.

It could be that blue is the color of the royal family, and even now most people respect that. Even though it's not the exact shade of the royal family, it's still rather unnerving. If you dye your clothes bright blue, you get weird and judgmental stares (unless you're wearing gerudo clothes, in which case people don't seem to mind) he knows he got a lot of them when he dyed his clothes bright blue, even if they weren't the exact shade of the royal family. And oh boy, the angry looks he got when he regained his champion tunic! Without the mastersword, no one knew he was the hero. All they saw was some scrawny kid dressed up as a dead champion. He even got a few comments about him being disrespectful, even though he couldn't fathom how he was being rude at the time. Now, he understands.

Getting back on track, perhaps they're from another culture, similar to the gerudo? Ohhh, maybe even outsiders not from hyrule? Even nowadays you don't see many of them, stories and rumors of hyrules dangers seem to keep others away, but you'll still catch the occasional brave adventurer.

Another person that particularly sticks out is the brunet that wears the wolf skin. Something about him screams of familiarity, and looking at him leaves him with this strange feeling, but he can't decipher why. He's never seen these men in his life, yet they all look so familiar. Like he's known them all his life, as strange as that is.

The men continue to discuss the area, making it clear they're searching for someone, but it doesn't take long for him to decide they don't have any ill will.

"What do you think he'll be like?" The young one in the bright blue tunic asks, a smile on his face.

"Hopefully he'll have some sense of self preservation, unlike everyone else." The one with dusty blond hair and a green tunic speaks with the shake of his head.

"Hah! Good luck with that." The one in red with no pants laughs, nudging the other playfully.

The one with the white cloth around his shoulders shrugs. "Some of us are cautious when it comes to health!" He defends.

The one in the blue scarf shakes his head. "Don't lie to yourself. I've seen Time blow himself up, and I've seen you fling yourself off of cliffs. No one in this group is even remotely safe. And the new guy won't be either." He decides

He was so engrossed into the conversation, he completely missed a root sticking out of the ground. His bad leg gets caught on said root, sending him right into the ground. If it had been before his fight with dark beast Ganon, he probably would have just stumbled a little bit. But now that his leg is messed up, he can't properly catch himself. He goes face first into the dirt with an undignified yelp, landing painfully across his cane.

He tries to get up, pondering if he should make a run for it. (If he did, he probably wouldn't make it far with how much his leg is burning) but before he can even get half way up, there's a hand outstretched for him to take. He looks up to see the wolf pelt guy, looking at him with those big, beady eyes of his that make him feel both safe and uncomfortable at the same time. He stares up at him, cautiously taking his hand.

"You okay, sir?" He asks, helping him up with a tug. The man wraps his arm around his shoulder to keep him steady. Though his legs shake softly he still manages to stay up right, likely only cause of the help from wolf pelt boy. It takes him a few moments to find his words, and he unconsciously finds himself resting all his weight on his good leg and leaning onto the man.

"Just dandy." He lies, and everyone can tell that was a lie. He was most definitely not dandy. Not dandy in the slightest.

The group eye him wearily, and he can understand why. He looks rather strange. He has nasty scaring covering half of his face, leaving one eye mostly out of commission. His arm looks.. how does one describe it? It looks like it's been burnt to a crisp and decorated with golden hoops. His hair is long and free, already growing gray at the roots. And not to mention his bad leg, that looks like it's missing large chunks of flesh and muscle with strange purple discoloration.

The one with the dusty blond hair and green tunic runs up. "Oh no, your leg! That looks so bad, what happened?" He cries out. "Is there any was I can help?" He asks.

Though Link leans back a bit, he appreciates the thought. "Nope, been like this for years. if there was something to be done, someone would have done it by now I'm afraid." He tells him, his voice grainy and rough.

Green tunic boy nods solemnly. "I see, here let me grab your cane, sir." He offers, bending down and grabbing said cane. He takes a second to admire it, it is quite the piece of craftsmanship. The wood is smoothed down perfectly, and along the side there are five beautiful carvings. That of a bird, a lizard, a camel, an elephant, a sword, and the triforce. A carving for each of the champions and Zelda. Where the eye in the divine beasts carvings would be is a small luminous stone. Not just for decoration purposes, they help him find the cane in the dark should he need to get out of bed in the middle of the night. It's not much, but it works wonders. On the

opposite side, are words. "Wether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight, the sacred blade is forever bound to the spirit of the hero." The writing is rather small, but not small enough to where you can't read it. The handle is carved perfectly to fit his hand, and at the bottom for traction is an odd substance called "rubber" previously thought to have been lost forever. Zelda herself had commissioned the cane as a gift for him on his twentieth birthday.

It's very extravagant, and he didn't use it often at first due to just how much it stood out. But after a while, he grew to absolutely adore it. It's now one of his most prized positions.

The green tunic boy stares at the writing on the side, before finally handing the cane over to him. "It's very pretty." Is what he says. "Say, your name wouldn't happen to be Link, would it?" He looks at him nervously.

He pauses, how does he answer this? They already saw his cane, and everyone knows the symbols of the divine beasts, even outsiders know what with how large they are. Besides, what are the chances of the yiga coming back? Not very high, but still a possibility. Wolf pelt guy looks at green tunic guy, then back at him with wide eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it immediately. He continues to stare at him with those big beady eyes of his and those strangely familiar markings on his face.

"Uh," Link sighs, giving in. "Yeah, that's me." He answers fearlessly. Perhaps they're fans of his?? He knows he had quite the fan club back in the day when he was young and spry. If so, he doubts that he's who they were expecting.

The youngest steps up. "Are you the hero?! As in you wielded a cool sword and fought a beast named Ganondorf or demise or something else?!" He exclaims, unnecessarily loud. He can hear them perfectly fine, no need to scream at him.

"Yeah, back in the day." He responds, eying the kid wearily. "Haven't done much hero stuff as of late, I'm sure you already know that, though." He tells him.

The entire group gapes at him, looking in between themselves. "Geez, how old are you?" The guy in red clad asks, and the one with one eye and heavy armor smacks the back of his head disapprovingly.

Link decides to ignore that question for now, because he has questions of his own. "How did you all get up here? Did you know I was up here?" He glares at them lightly. The only people that know he's up here are Zelda, Paya, Sidon, Riju, Yunobo, Kass, Teba and Tulin. They wouldn't just go giving his location away all willy-nilly.

The one with the strange white cloth around his back steps up. "Uhm, I have a feeling you aren't going to like this, but..." he reaches around his back, pulling out a sword. He tenses up, reaching around his back to grab his bow, until he sees what sword he wields.

It's the mastersword.

His jaw nearly drops, he hasn't seen her in years! She looks so... different. She feels young and spry, nothing like how he knew her to be.

"By Hylia... who are you?" Is all he can make out. All other words fail him as his hand clenches and unclenches in front of her blade, too nervous to actually touch her.

The strange man chuckles nervously. "My names Link, just like you. We're all Link, and we're all hero's. Hero's from across the ages, that is." He speaks. "We go by our hero titles, my name is Sky for example, as I am the hero of the skies. Over here we have Four, Twilight, Hyrule, Legend, Warriors, Wind, and Time." He tells him, pointing at each one in turn. "Hylia has brought us together to defeat an evil greater then anything we've faced before. In short, we need your help." He explains as simply as possible. "You should put your hand on her- the master sword- she'll give you your hero title and new name."

Link stiffens up. A new adventure? Time travel? How does he even know they're the real deal and this mastersword isn't just a replica? Sure he's heard of these hero's before, he's heard of them in children's story books. Tales of bravery to lull small kids to sleep, making them feel safe and protected. While it was theorized some stories might have some truth to them, it was largely agreed half of them were fake, and those that might be real were largely changed to pander better to kids. Time traveling ocarinas? The minish? Talking boats? All fairytales to tell to kids. And yet here he is, standing in front of literal legends, most of which he didn't even believe in! Hero of the Winds? How does he even exist? He wonders what he would think about people telling kids he had a talking boat. What about the hero of Warriors? It's simply not possible for him to exist! His story was surrounded by impossible things! Bringing in people from across time? Not a possibility!

Sky, upon noticing his hesitation, decides to move things along by gently placing her blade to his hand. A blue glow fills his vision, and nostalgia swells in his chest. A familiar chime fills the silence of the woods, and a voice he hadn't heard in years invades his mind.

"Welcome, hero of the Wilds." She speaks. Sky smiles at this.

"So, hero of the wilds? That would make you Wild!" He tells him. Link, the newly dubbed Wild, is left speechless.

"I- uh- what??" He stumbles out, unsure of how to react to this. Okay, so that's definitely the mastersword. So that would also mean these guys are the real deal.

"Link, Wild, it would be an honor if you would travel along side us, helping us defeat this great evil." Sky speaks, offering his hand.

Truly, the answer was as clear as day.

"No."

And just like that, he turns and walks away from all this bullshit, not sparing a second glance.

The ground stand in stunned silence at first, before chasing after him. Not that they necessarily needed to "chase" as with his cane and limp he wasn't very fast.

"Sir, wait! We need you!" Wind begs, walking along side him. Wild does not look at him.

"Wild, Link, please at least consider!" Sky speaks, walking on the other side of him. "This evil- we need all the help we can get." He explains.

Wild sighs, stopping in his tracks. "I'm not who you want. I'm old, and I'm rusty. You're far too late, maybe try asking me about thirty years ago. Hey, even better! Go back another ten thousand years, there was a great hero then, go find him!" He tells them, glaring daggers at the group.

"It doesn't work like that, Hylia deems you right here, right now a perfect fit!" Sky counters. Wild simply shakes his head and continues walking.

Time is next to speak up. "I know you don't want to go on another adventure, believe me none of us want this. I have a wife at home, this is the last thing I wanted. But we don't have a choice." He tells him with the shake of his head.

Legend nods. "I tried running from this too. Didn't work, if you couldn't tell. She'll still sweep you away, y'know." He warns, but Wild doesn't respond.

They follow him all the way to his little cottage, continuing to beg him to at least consider, but he doesn't pay them any mind. Instead he tries to focus on the surrounding forest. It's kind of hard to do without all the animals, though. Still, he makes do.

He spots the half raw fish still on the window sill, and the fire still going. "I'd appreciate if you'd leave me be now." He says, walking inside and locking the door behind him.

"Wild- Link, please! We need you!" Sky begs.

Wild shakes his head, even though they can't see him. "There's eight of you already, you don't need me." He responds.

"But we're still struggling! We need all the help we can get!" Wind calls out.

"Besides, you don't really have a choice. Hylia will find a way to bring you along." Warriors warns.

Wild glares at the door, as if the group could actually see him. "Then Hylia herself better drag me out by my hair herself or else I'm not going." He responds.

Legend groans. "Look, don't make this more painful then it has to be. If there was a way to avoid this journey, I promise you I wouldn't be here. I tried to hide away in my house, too. What would you know a portal popped up right underneath me." He warns. "And trust me, it's not fun."

Wild open the door, glaring daggers at the group. "I. Don't. Care! Leave me alone!" He yells, slamming the door shut a little too hard, shaking the wall and rattling the picture frames, leaving them crooked. He sighs and goes to fixing them. A photo of him and Zelda before their second adventure, a photo of him in his gerudo outfit and Riju, but most importantly, the group photo of him, Zelda and the champions. Daruk claps the group together with a wide smile, Mipha and Revali are tumbling forwards, looks of surprise forever plastered on their faces. Urbosa leans back with a small smirk on her face, and Zelda and him stare in shock, eyes wide and mouths open as they're watch it all unfold.

A small smile tugs at his face as he adjusts the frame, before making his way to his room, ignoring the sounds of knocking and chatter outside. On the wall proudly hangs his champions tunic, now too small and torn to be worn. Another reminder of his past. With a small sigh he plops onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His stomach growls in hunger, but he ignores it. He'll be fine.

Minutes turn into hours, and those other hero's have yet to leave, and it's really starting to get on his nerves. And he's hungrier then ever. Sure, when he was younger he could go days without eating, but now he's gotten into the habit of a proper, healthy routine, and he just cant do it anymore.

That strange tugging at his chest has suddenly spiked, leaving him gasping for breath. The knocking on his door has become more frantic.

"Uh, Wild? The portals here. You miiiight wanna come out now." Hyrule calls out, peering through the window.

Wild doesn't answer, instead he's far too busy clutching at his chest, confused and distressed by the strange tugging at his soul.

Taking in deep breaths, he instead covers himself in the blankets, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Wild, this is your last warning, just come outside." Time calls out, jiggling the doorknob with a worried look on his face.

"Go away!" Wild yells out, though it's hard to hear through the blankets and doors.

"Your funeral." Legend responds. Four sighs and nudges the others towards the portal that summoned. With groans and complaints, the group filters out, and Wild finally feels at peace.

He lays in bed for a while, just trying to ignore the tugging at his chest. But as time passes, it becomes harder and harder to ignore. It's not necessarily painful, but it is annoying. Like someone's tied a rope to his ribs and is yanking it every other second.

Finally, he decides to stand up. Grabbing his cane he walks through the house, making his way to the kitchen. But as he walks, he feels the world spin and sway under his feet, until there's nothing holding him up. The ground disappears from under his feet, and he finds himself falling into a pitch black void. He cries out as his house vanishes from sight, leaving only the black void. Eventually, colors filter through. Purples and yellows, blues and reds, and the smell of salt fills his senses. The blue and yellow take over his sight, until he hits the ground, landing on his feet with a pained yelp. He falls onto his rear, and then rolls onto his back, squeezing his eyes shut.

When he opens them, there's eight figures standing over him worriedly.

"We warned you." Four speaks, shaking his head. Though he himself looks a little green.

"Welcome to outset island, Wild. Sorry for the rude welcome." Wind speaks, looking around.

Twilight offers him a hand. "We told you, Hylia does what she wants." Wild sighs in response, but takes his hand, wincing at the throbbing pain in his leg. Twilight reaches and grabs his cane, handing it to him.

"So I really am stuck with you lot? A third adventure?" He complains, shaking his head. "I'm too old for this." He mumbles under his breath.

"Hey, it won't be too bad!" Hyrule speaks, patting his back with a remorseful look on his face. "I'm sorry we have to drag you into this."

Wild looks off to the side. Zelda's gonna be so worried about him! She's supposed to visit tomorrow!

"I'll live, I guess." He mumbles.

Well, the only way out is forward, he supposes.

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[wyverian-lady525]

Ooh, and another request, The Waifus with an S/O that has photophobia due to the Oltura situation?

Sure! Sorry if it's short! *Photophobia = Fear of Light*

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The Waifus (Kyle, Reverto, Cheval, Alwin, Lilia, Ena, Kayna, and Avinia) with an S/O That Has Photophobia

Kyle

-He's probably the least understanding, and it's because it's hard for him to show it. Kyle is still young compared to our other bachelors and bachelorettes, so it's hard for him to hide some of his annoyance and misunderstandings when it comes to your situation. I mean, how can someone be afraid of light? You're supposed to be afraid of the dark, at least, that's what he's learned. But he supposes that the Oltura situation has brought out some hidden fear in you. And that, he can understand.

-The hunter doesn't really know how to help you besides what you tell him to do. I mean, to him, there's light everywhere, so how can he help you. This involves you telling him what kind of light frightens you and so forth. He should've known that sunlight wouldn't scare you. But bright lights, flashing lights, anything that reminded you of that elder dragon...that's a no go. Well, Kyle keeps his bow close, promising to shoot any light that starts to bother you. That's how he helps.

Reverto

-Reverto is pretty understanding of your feelings, even if the fear itself leaves him boggled. Like Kyle, he also doesn't understand how the fear of light can be a thing. Light is all around you after all. But when you explain that this fear only started after Oltura, it all started making more sense to him. He'd be terrified too after encountering a bright beast that was capable of destroying the world, especially if he was the only one capable of fighting it. I mean, he has a fear of bugs, so he really has no place to say that your fear is irrational.

-Like Kyle, he doesn't really know how to help your fear. If anything, he just offers support and comfort when you need it. Reverto even goes as far as offering to get through your fears together, you with light and him with bugs. You guys could talk about it and support each other, like group therapy. But at the very least, you have his big strong arms to go to when things start scaring you too much. Because at the end of the day, it was the monster who's at the root of your fear, which he understands more than anything.

Cheval

-Cheval is probably the most understanding out of everyone. He's gone through his own cycle of intense fear due to the nargacuga attack and the death of his mother. It's taken him years to overcome that, and he still really hasn't. So, he knows what you're going through with the whole Oltura thing and the photophobia. If you think your fear is silly, he does not. Cheval is always looking out for you. Granted, he can't exactly solve this problem with a sword, but he can support you.

-He's extremely caring when it comes to you. Cheval doesn't talk about your fear unless you want to talk about it. He respects your boundaries with the whole thing, just like how you did with him. If you come in for a hug or some cuddles, he's there to provide. But he's also here to protect you. If you can't handle going somewhere or need to take a break from a quest due to whatever your fear of light was causing, he's there and doesn't get irritated over it. Rathi is also here to give you dragon cuddles when needed.

Alwin

-Alwin, like every time he has to deal with some new human thing, is confused. Wyverians aren't really educated on phobias. Well, they understand fears of things, it's just the naming that gets all confusing. The word "photophobia" earned some head tilting from him. You were a bit embarrassed to explain things. After all, the fear of light sounded just as childish as a fear of the dark. At least, that's what you'd assume Alwin would think. But he doesn't think that at all. He thinks every fear is rational, and he too has his own fears due to some close calls.

-He listens to you when you want to talk about the incident that started this whole fear. Alwin knows that getting to the root of the problem might help cure it. The wyverian gets surprisingly helpful after you explain things to him. He keeps the lights dim in the house if that starts to make you anxious, and stuff like that. Alwin will also just be there to hold you if you need a calming moment. He never wants you to feel ashamed because of this, especially since it was an elder dragon that caused it.

Lilia

-Lilia understands your fear, and she tries to rationalize it to the best of her ability. Her entire life revolves around facts and evidence, and that's how she understands your photophobia. Of course, that makes you feel a bit embarrassed to share it with her, in fear that she'll think your childish. That said, Lilia knows that your encounter with Oltura has left you shaken up. Truth be, she can be a little blunt when it comes to accessing your fear, but that's just how Lilia is sometimes, and you've learned to love it despite how it makes you feel sometimes. She isn't trying to make you feel bad.

-She's busy most of the time, but that doesn't stop Lilia from making sure you are okay. She tries to check up on you or has someone check up on you if she knows you're having a rough time with your fear. Any festival that comes up in town, she'll always go with you if you're feeling up to it. Lilia will also give you plenty of hugs if that's the medicine you need that day or wrap you in a blanket to keep you in the dark if you need that as well.

Ena

-Like Cheval, Ena is probably the most understanding of your fear because she was there with you when you defeated Oltura. That is where your fear of light came from after all. Like Alwin, she doesn't understand the concept of phobias, but she understands having fears. In all honesty, she also has a fear of light due to Oltura. Maybe not to extent that you have, but every bright light or flash makes her anxious for a second. So, she relates to you the best out of everyone, making things a lot easier for you both. Because you have each other to depend on.

-She's the best help that you could ever ask for. Ena is understanding, she doesn't think your fear is silly, and is soft and gentle when it comes to dealing with it. The wyverian keeps things dim and quiet for you, even if you don't really need it. You guys discuss your fear with each other, the whole Oltura thing and so forth. Ratha is also there for you both, covering you guys with his wings when needed.

Kayna

-Kayna has known you for a long while, and she's never seen you scared of something like this before. Of course, everyone has their own fears, but you've always seemed so fearless. To see how one monster gave you a fear of light broke her heart. Light is something that should bring happiness and cheer, so this makes Kayna feel bad for you. But as your lover, she knows that it's her job to make you feel better and help you overcome this fear. If that doesn't work, then Kayna will just make you wear a blindfold. Can't be scared of what you can't see. Well, that's her logic, even if it doesn't work like that.

-She's always a bundle of energy, so getting you to smile is an easy feat. Even though your photophobia comes and goes with what light is around you, Kayna is ready to support you whenever anxiety overwhelms you. She doesn't know how to help you all that much, but she's always ready with hugs. Also, a ride around on some monsties during the night to calm your nerves if need be.

Avinia

-Avinia has always been a little judgmental, but she has a good heart. She doesn't understand your fear all too much in the beginning, thinking that it's difficult to be afraid of something that's been there all your life. But after learning about Oltura, Avinia understands how that can spark some trauma and fear in your life. She doesn't know what it all fully entails because if you were afraid of all light, you wouldn't go outside. However, she believes, and you might even tell her, that it has to do with the brightness that would resemble Oltura. After the pits and everything, she can't really blame you.

-She isn't the touchiest type of person, but she is a good listener. If you want to talk about your fear, Avinia is there to listen and rationalize things out if that's what you need. If you really want to hug or cuddle because you feel overwhelmed, she'll do it, but she'll get flustered. Avinia will even go as far as to admit some of her own fears if it might make you feel better. Ratha and Frostfang are also there to make you feel better.

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[starrycassi]

What the kids need (in times of war)

I'm not sure if it should be called war. They called it differently, I'm sure. It was not that long ago, was it?

I saw boys, one time. I was coming back from school, my backpack heavy with books and my chest heavy with fear. The streets under my feet were damaged, and my shoes were not good enough to stop my skin from getting hurt. Ashes and dried blood stuck to me all the way back to my house.

And I saw them.

They were boys, merely. Young boys.

And they saw me.

I had a backpack. Some of them had one, too. I still wonder what they were hiding in there.

"I'm harmless" I said, holding up my hands. I was, maybe, twelve. I'm not even twenty now, but it feels like an eternity ago. Like it happened to someone else.

I had my school uniform on, and a little tag hanging around my neck. It had my name, my age, and it confirmed that yes, I was a school girl, and I prayed that would be enough to make them respect my life. It should.

"Drop the backpack" they said.

I did.

I wondered if I was going to be raped. I heard many, many stories about it, from friends, and family, and neighbors, and strangers. I flirted with rape all of my life, but we never started dating. We did have some close encounters, so I had my little story, too. I still believed in God, and so, I prayed.

"You can have my money" was my plead. Take it and let me go, please. Leave me alone, and I will run. I am not ready to date, yet. Let me be a child, first.

They were not older than my brother.

My brother was not a good boy. He introduced me to the concept of dates.

"We don't want your money, dumbass. Probably only got five cordobas on there, don't ya?"

I remembered the sweet tasting lollipops I had gotten myself. Yes, I had little money left. The sweets were buried deep down in between my school books, because Mom hated that I spent money on something so stupid in the middle of a crisis.

"I have candy"

They looked at me, and I slowly moved, reaching out. There were at least a dozen of heart-shaped lollipops, all of them had kind comments engraved, a little touch that the brand had added some years ago.

"Not your baby candy either, idiot"

And so. I broke down, crying, and pleading, and wishing. I was not ready to date. I was twelve. Flirting was enough.

They seemed to realize what I was thinking about, and laughed. It sounded more like a howl. A cruel mock at my flirting experiences. One of them lift me up on his arms, and I was too stiff to run.

"It's all right, kid" said one that didn't even look eighteen yet, and I recognized in his eyes the look of a kid I used to play with in my street and then hung himself one day. I wondered if they were related, or just had the sadness lying deep inside of them.

I wondered if he knew how it felt like, wanting to end it all. If we could sit, and I could share my thoughts and feelings, and he would hug me like the older brother I never had. If he was old enough to understand how to help me, or if he was young enough to understand me.

I saw them, and I saw little boys that probably just wanted to go home. Have some of their mother's soup, and play in the street. Laugh it off after dropping some sick joke, and chase bugs down the river. I wondered if they also had a favorite flower, like I did. If their parents were divorced, and how did that affect them. If they had gone on dates. If they liked dancing or singing, and if they preferred metal to classical or reggaeton over pop.

I was, maybe, twelve. I wonder how old they were.

"You can have my lollipops" I said again, still worried, when I was done crying. I wonder why there was no one in that street. We were just a bunch of little kids alone. Where were the grownups at? Why didn't they take care of us?

"Nah, that's lame" said another boy. He had a horribly deep cut in his cheek, and I had band-aids and alcohol.

I ended up taking all of my school material out, making sure to keep it clean from the ashes and dried blood, just to give him some of the things on my medical kit. Mom made me carry it around everywhere, and, now, understood why. I also handed out the candy, some of them snatched it right out of my hand, munching and chewing without any care for their teeth, while some others refused a few times before finally taking them and unwrapping the candies slowly. The band-aids and gauze would heal their cuts, I was sure. Sweets would heal the internal wounds, I hoped. The ones on the soul.

And so, they walked me down to my house. Fighting over which one got to carry me and my backpack, laughing and telling me all about how to properly build a home-made Molotov, and how to build a great pillow fort.

Kids should look one after each other, after all. Only kids know what kids need in times of war. Molotovs and Pillow forts. Gauze with alcohol, and heart-shaped lollipops.

#2018 was a hell of a year #poetry I guess #No one ever talks about the Nicaraguan conflicts in 2018 and I still cry every time I remember that one neighbor that got killed #AND THE PEOPLE RUNNING #this is a vent post #something a bit more personal #uuuu tw for mentions of war and rape ig #I'm not quite sure how the hell you're supposed to properly tw something on tumblr #someone tell me please