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6mmad · 2 years

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they sit on you on accident: obey me brothers

it's been a long week and what better way to re-energize then to take a nap on the couch amongst all the pillows. that is, until you're rudely woken up by the sensation of being squished to death

lucifer

"AGH- OUCH!!"

Lucifer shoots up right away when he hears and feels you under him

"For heavens sake, are you trying to pull a prank or something? Why are you tucked away so quietly?"

He makes sure to give you a once over, squeezing ur legs and waist to make sure you don't flinch in pain

Once he's reassured that nothing is broken or bruised he picks you up, walking down the hall with you tucked in his arms

"Where are we going? Well if you insist on napping mid-day I'd prefer you do it in my room where it's safest"

"....and I apologize, I didn't see you"

Makes sure to give you an extra sweet kiss goodnight, because in truth he feels quite guilty (not that he'd ever tell you)

mammon

"MY LEGS"

Screams and scrambles away from the couch immediately, only stopping when he realizes that the couch didn't scream, it was you

"What the-?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! ............Huh? I sat on you? Seriously?"

Asks if anything hurts and pulls up your skirt/pants leg to double check

Even if you're fine he feels awful, clearly he startled you and who would like being sat in mid-nap

"C'mon..."

"What do you mean 'huh?' You're coming to my room, be grateful"

Decided to cuddle with you since, after all, his arms are the safest place you can be, right?

"Hey.... uh.. bye the way.... i'msorry.. now sleep"

Levi

"OOF!-"

Screamer #2, makes sure to run all the way down the hall for good measure

Peeks over to find out it's just you!...and hey why are you glaring at him?

Feels guilty after you tell him that he sat on your stomach, he almost killed off his Player 2, what kind of best friend is he??

"I'm sorry...I swear I didn't see you there!"

"Um..you should probably move somewhere else though, what if Beel ends up sitting on you?"

Follows you to your room like a lost puppy and swears he's just there for a change in scenery (even his room can get stuffy sometimes)

Despite that, as you drift off in dreamland, you can feel him tucking you further in your blanket with shaky hands, his Deviltendo Switch long forgotten

Satan

"WHAT THE-"

Sits up immediately and looks down at you, eyes wide and book thrown on the other side of the couch

"I sat on you, didn't I? I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Makes you sit up so he can do a checkup, asking you to move your legs up and down and hitting your knees to check for reflexes (he saw it in a human movie)

"Ahh, you scared me, I'm glad you're not hurt. Come on, my room is lot safer than the living room, you can take the bed "

Reads to you quietly until you fall asleep, only then opting to tuck himself right next to you

Not before pressing a kiss to your head, adding a little healing spell to it for safe measure

Asmo

"OW OW OW!!"

Screamer #3, the absolute drama queen even holds his hands to his heart like an anguished victorian woman

Figures out pretty quickly that he sat on you, considering that you're still directly under his ass

Sits up and pats you down, quickly massaging the areas that he sat on

"MC! I'm so sorry, darling! Are you hurt? You scared me so much!!!"

Once you reassure him that you're fine he huffs and grabs you close

"Don't scare me like that! You're such a fragile little human that even little old me can hurt you! We're going to my room this instant!! It's WAY safer there"

Lays down with you and presses kisses to your head, hoping that this time you'll be able to nap peacefully without interruption

Beel

"AHHH!"

Jumps off the couch quickly, recognizing your voice immediately

He's pretty freaked out considering the fact that he's the biggest brother, he could hurt you easily and that's something he'd hate to do

"MC? MC, I'm so sorry, please get up"

Visibly relaxes when you gather your bearings and sit up, unharmed (and just disheveled from the sudden awakening)

"You're okay?.. You're sure?.. Ok, don't scare me like that, you could've gotten hurt "

Picks you up and takes you to his bed, where he holds your hand until he's assured that you're sleeping comfortably

Belphie

"UWAHH-!!"

Rolls off of you immediately, landing on the other side of the couch before sitting up to look at you

"Eh? What are you doing there? I thought you were a pile of throw pillows..."

Proceeds to take off any camouflage from you, tucking the pillows underneath you instead

"Sleeping quietly in the living room is dangerous, even I know that... C'mere"

Lays on top of you, reaching his arms down to massage your sides which he so rudely crushed a minute earlier

"There, now if anyone sits here I'll take the brunt of it..... You're welcome, you can give me a kiss as a reward"

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iron-strangers · 22 days

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Aliit

Summary: Din is raising a strong Mandalorian clan, so naturally, he's encouraging his aliit to have a Nerf war at six in the morning.

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Female Jedi!Reader

Tags: Established Relationship, Kid Fic, Good Parent Din Djarin, Domestic Fluff, Mand’alor Din Djarin

CW: Breastfeeding, No use of Y/N

Length: 1.3k

A/N: I'm trying to cross-post my fic from AO3 to tumblr. This fic is a part of an ongoing series, posted on AO3.

Read this on AO3 : Aliit

Link to the series on ao3, tumblr

There's a flurry of little feet running across the wooden floor, pulling you out from your meditation, followed by a thrill of little laughter. The force feels oh so light, the force feels giddy. You crack one eye open, smiling when you see a tiny head behind a wall, immediately sneaking back when he is spotted.

“Buir, we've been covered!” Aranar gasps loudly, then he claps his hand on his lips when his buir shushes him.

“Go, go, attack!” Din rushes him, pushing his son from behind. The boy runs, shooting you and Grogu with a toy blaster, a model Galar 15 Carbine. Yellow plasti bullets flew across the room, hitting Grogu's little arm, distracting the child from his meditation with a shriek. Din smirks, loading his rotary blaster model and shoots a round of toy bullets, hitting you on your arm. Your riduur is unhelmeted and you can see the boyish grin on his face, looking younger as all the stress from ruling a system melts when he's surrounded by his clan.

“Ouch- hey, watch it, no hitting the kid!” You hiss, pick the child up, moving him to your lap. Grogu thrills happily, holding the rain of toy bullets in the air and sending them back to his buir. “Good job, ad'ika!” You beam, kissing his green forehead.

Aranar laughs, ducking behind Din's leg for cover, loading the yellow bullets back to his blaster. He aims from behind his buir and the wind from the bolt blows your hair.

“Excellent aim, Ar'ika!” Din praises, offering the boy a high five. Aranar happily claps his buir's hand and Din loads his blaster, charging it with a few leftover toy bullets before shooting at you with precision, setting an example to his son. “Try deflecting this, cyar’ika!”

You yelp, huddling with Grogu, putting a little toy whistling bird around his fist and shielding him until the plasti bullet rain stops, then you stand up, carrying Grogu on your hip while pulling another plasti blaster that you know they stashed under the couch with the force. The model Westar blaster flies to your hand and you shoot your riduur right on his unarmored tummy twice and to his bicep and chest. Grogu sends his toy ammo towards his vod'ika, hitting Aranar's little calf and thighs, sending another flurry of bullets flying across the room.

“Ow, fall back, Ar'ika, fall back!” Din grabs his son by his middle, carrying him back into hiding. “I will get you back, momma!” Aranar shrieks with laughter, going limp on his buir's arm. Din carries him all the way to the kids’ bedroom, hiding with the boy behind his blanket fort, both are stalking you while loading their blasters back with toy bullets.

“Where's ner Ar'ika?” You pretend to search him, ignoring the wriggly lump underneath the blanket, trying your hardest to not laugh whenever you hear a rustle from behind the blanket. “Oh no, Grogu, your vod'ika is missing! If he's not here then we can eat all the barnaban mist-pudding and add broccoli to our bantha steak tonight-”

“Ew, momma no!! No broccoli, never ever!” Aranar cries from the pillow fort, giving away his location.

“Ar'ika, attack!” Din yells, followed by his son's giggles. Two heads pop out from behind the mountain of pillows, both sporting the same brown, unruly curls, two sets of brilliant brown eyes, and dimpled smiles. The resemblance (and the plasti bolts) knock the wind out of you. You pretend to fall onto the carpeted floor, clutching your chest and groaning.

“Momma yield?” Aranar giggles, running to sit on your tummy and you let out a soft oof, catching him with one hand by his small hips to stabilise him.

“I yield, Ven'alor,” you throw your blaster away, holding both your hands up.

“Buir, I win!” Aranar cheers, giving his buir a toothy smile. You smirk to your riduur before flipping the boy to the plush floor and starting tickling him.

“But can The Ven'alor win against the tickle monster?”

Aranar yells with laughter, clutching his tummy and smiling so widely. Din lifts a cackling Grogu to his chest, rubbing on his ear, making the child purr as his other son tries his best to wriggle free from the tickles. “Buiiiir, help me!”

“Now, Ar'ika, what's the word we use whenever we ask for something?” Din teases, making no move to help the boy from your tickles.

“Please!”

Din is about to scoop his firstborn up when he hears a piercing cry from the nursery. You stop tickling Aranar and look at your riduur sheepishly. “We woke Mirshka up,” you laugh, lifting Aranar to his feet and brushing the curls away from his eyes, kissing his chubby cheeks. You look at him with pure adoration, watching him call his little mudhorn doll with the force and go back to hugging your neck, leaning to your chest, mumbling about giving his toy to his baby sister.

“You two wanna say hi to your vod'ika?” Din asks, answered by both of his sons with a nod, taking his buir's hand and leaving for the nursery along with Grogu. You shake your head, basking in the warmth that is your little family's voice. You lift all the stray plasti bullets with the force and deposit them in their box before getting up to go join your aliit.

“Momma, Mir'ika hungry?” Aranar asks, your three-year-old son is so in tune with the force already. He can feel Grogu’s and his two-month-old baby sister’s emotions in the force and he can recognize his buir's presence even with his armor. “I gave her my mudhorn, she won't stop crying.”

You mouth a little aww to your riduur, who's currently cradling his wailing baby girl on his strong arm, his other hand holding Aranar's doll to her crying face, almost as big as her swaddle. You caress her cheek and press a soft kiss before sitting on the little feeding chair in the corner of the nursery, covering yourself with a baby blanket. Din hands Mirshka to you, helping you maneuver her into a comfortable position. You push your robes aside to let Mirshka latch to your nipple. As soon as she finds you, she begins suckling happily and her little curious hand holds onto your forefinger tight. Her big brown eyes blink owlishly, smiling up towards you.

Din helps both Aranar and Grogu to climb into the chair, squishing themself on each of your sides, cuddling close to you as you feed the baby. They lean against you and sigh, giving away both their comfort and exhaustion, letting your force presence lull them to sleep. Beaming to your riduur, you offer him your free hand, holding his hand with your free hand.

“Vor’e, cyar'ika,” Din mumbles, caressing your hand with his thumb. You hum, tilting your head to your riduur curiously. “Whatever for, my love? Shooting practice at six-thirty in the morning?”

Din still gets whiplash from the weight of your love, but as always, he holds onto you tighter and leans forward, pressing a loving, lingering kiss to your lips before bumping his head against yours in a keldabe. “For giving me this,” he gestures, an aliit, he means. The one he never thought he could have. “I'll start breakfast and I'll call you in thirty minutes?”

“You're so dreamy,” you sigh, nodding and leaning to rest your head on Aranar's curls, pressing kisses to the top of his head. Din laughs, giving you one of his rare full-body laughs where he throws his head back, his facial feature relaxes, and the corner of his eyes crinkle. You sigh again, smiling adoringly at him as he backs away, cracking the door a little bit so he can still watch his aliit from the kitchen.

His responsibility will come knocking in the form of an irate Bo-Katan Kryze in give or take two hours, demanding him to please, come and lead the court, but now he has his aliit close, happily snuggling against his riduur and Din is content.

Mando'a translation

aliit: clan

ad'ika: little one

buir: parents (gender neutral)

cyar'ika: beloved

ori'vod: older sibling

riduur: spouse

ven'alor: crown prince/princess

vor'e: thanks

vod'ika: younger sibling

kids' names meaning:

Aranar: to defend

Mirshka: Originated from the mando'a word 'Mirshko' means Courage

#expanding clan mudhorn #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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spahhzy · 3 months

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A Bunny, Bike, Widow, and a Deadman. 1(?)

It's the John Wick parody nobody asked for, but me!

A video camera fired up revealing a nice large living room and moved forward around a corner as some banging could be heard, followed by an 'ouch'. The camera suddenly caught sight of one tall blonde haired man, with some defined muscle dressed in black shorts and a plain white tee as he had a tool bag around his waist. He was currently putting together a small table.

Jaune: Just a few more hammers annnnnd done!

Jaune set the hammer down and admired his handy work, unaware that a video recorder was catching every moment until he, of course, turned around.

Jaune: Eh!? Trivia, are you recording me!?

A woman with pink and brown hair just silently giggled as she kept video taping a blushing Jaune.

Jaune: Trivia, how much did you see? The blisters on my fingers!? I'm a handyman, I swea-Oof!

Jaune had tripped over the table. A small ow escaped him as Trivia looked like she could burst into tears from laughing.

Jaune whined but had a silly smile on his face before he just wrapped his arms around her pulling her into bed amidst the fall he grabbed her scroll and smirked as he flipped the camera around this time to take a photo of both of them. Trivia, her head nestled into the crook of Jaune's neck with Jaune head rested onto of hers.

Happiness radiating from both their eyes. A click was heard from her scroll as the little photo was taken.

Warmth filled Trivia as she looked up into her husband eyes, feeling very tired but happy. Nonetheless.

Trivia blinked from inside her helmet as she looked up to see a 'Gas station next left'. She checked her left side rear mirror before taking the next exit off the freeway, as her hair fluttered wildly behind her as the motorcycle exhaust echoed off the city walls.

She pulled into the gas station, parking at a pump before killing the engine and finally taking off her helmet.

Her pink and brown eyes adjusting back to the light before she sat her helmet back on the handlebars.

She admired the motorcycle, a nice bike that her husband had gotten for her and on occasions Jaune would bring out his bike and they would ride together down the riding twists and turns that Vales backroads and outskirts had to offer but often then not, she would ride shot gun if she was nit feeling up to driving, still she admired and loved her bike dearly non-the less because it was from the man who was her world and also thanks to clear recommendation from one Yang Xiao Long. She has a taste for motorcycles she did.

She thought it hilarious, that she ,a city girl, wouldn't like anything like this... but boy, did Jaune prove her wrong. He was right when he said it was almost the 'free' someone can be.

She casted her eyes onto the floor as she suddenly felt a crushing sadness begin to eat at her.

Numbly she took off her riding gloves and thumbed the wedding ring tenderly.

While she was feeling sad, something was inside her backpack, that she had carried with her on the ride, wiggling around before a set of tall ears popped out, and suddenly, a rabbit head sprang out of the pink backpack.

It shook its head softly, floopy ears hitting the back of Trivia's head, causing her to turn around and look at her bunny.

The sadness vanished a little bit as she looked at the last gift Jaune had given her before he passed.

'I know the pain will be great...and that i will leave a hole but please take this last gift from me to help comfrot you. Her name is Juniper, please take care of her as I know she will take care of you'

Reaching behind her Trivia gently petted the bunny's head to which the small white rabbit leaned into the hand and after a few seconds she, with Juniper In the bag, walked inside to put some gas.

Coming out of the gas station with a small bag containing water, lettuce, and small baby carrots. She took off her backpack and placed it on the back seat, opening it up a smidge to give Juniper a little more room. The little rabbit looked up at her as Trivia just smiled softly as she reached in and grabbed some lettuce into her hand before guiding it over to the hungry rabbit who had stars in her eyes and chomped away at the green.

At the same time, Trivia had begun to pump gas into her bike, and both enjoyed a brief moment of silence.

Or they would have if a large HUV, blasting loud music, didn't pull into the gas station. It pulled into a pump directly across from Trivia as four young men jumped out.

Sky: I'm gonna go pay for the gas. Does anyone want anything before we hit up the strip club?

Russel: Nothin from me.

Dove: Same.

Cardin: Will one of you get out and go pump gas!

Dove gout out laughing, while Cardin got out, too, finding it a good time to smoke before the night began. Lighting up his cigarette, he took notice of a woman with pink and brown hair feeding her rabbit while sitting on a very nice-looking bike.

Clicking his hair back, he had a very staunce collection of bikes sitting home in one of his MANY garages, but that one in particular? He must have it.

Cardin: Nice Bike!

The woman stopped feeding the rabbit and looked at him before nodding and turning her attention back to the gas pump.

Cardin: Marauder! 70?

The girl just turned her head to him and shook it before fishing out a scroll and typing the words 69 before showing it too him.

Cardin: Oh, even rarer... I asked one of my 'friends' she had one just like this but would never sell it to me...

The woman shrugged as she finished pumping the gas as the bunny sat on the seat, still nibbling away.

Cardin: Alright, how much?

The woman stopped in her tracks and looked at Cardin with an eyebrow raised.

Cardin: Come on, how much for the bike! I'll pay you any amount and a little extra~

A look of disgust flashed briefly across the young woman's face, but she shook her head and flashed her scroll to his face quickly that said.

'Not For Sale'.

She got Juniper back inside her backpack and was about to grab her helmet before a hand stopped her.

Cardin: Aww, look at the cute rabbit.

He roughly pets the bunny's head, who just hides inside the backpack, then he turns his gaze back to the woman speaking in Atleasian foreign tongue.

Cardin: 'Everybody's gotta price, bitch'

Trivia could only just look at the man unimpressed but not before typing into her scroll and showing it to him.

'Not this bitch'

Cardin's eyes widened as he stepped back, allowing Trivia to finally grab her helmet. Cardin looked like he was about to escalate things before Russell stepped in with a look that said 'back off'. He looked back at Trivia and nodded.

Russel: You have a good day ma'am.

Trivia nodded slightly before firing up her bike, putting on her helmet and setting off back home.

Cardin just watched as bad thoughts enveloped his head.

Not for sale huh?

Then he'll just have to acquire it the old-fashioned Winchester way.

That fucking weirdo-nobody bunny lady will regret saying 'no' to Cardin Winchester!

#neopolitian (rwby)#trivia #rwby jaune arc #cardin winchester #jaune arc #rwby silent knight #yang xiao long

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sarilolla · 2 months

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So ghost anon got me thinking…

What would happen if Floyd was the only one who couldn’t get to branch in time? I mean he was the only brother to say goodbye and promise to return, but ironically he is also the only one to not meet branch before he passes. I have a feeling that the guilt of never being able to fulfil his promise would tear him apart :3

Hopefully I won’t regret giving u a weapon to rip my heart out (who am I kidding, do as u please with this)

OW? OUCH? I got this ask while I was writing the fight and just oof, it hurt- Thank you for giving me this weapon >:)

Going to turn this into a ficlet, haven't done one of those in a while

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Branch knew it was unlikely that all four of his brothers would get there on time. The world was big and who knew where four small Trolls could have ended up after twenty years. Laying in bed, he blinked in and out of consciousness, his chest heavy and barely any air managed to get to his lungs. Poppy was by his side, holding his paw tightly, not wanting to let go.

To his surprise, John Dory was the first to arrive. The oldest almost looked grey as he looked at his baby brother, who was resting on death's doorstep. With a push from Delta, he walked into the room, sitting down on a chair on his side. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, not until Barb had pulled Poppy out of the room. The two brothers needed a moment.

"I'm so sorry, Bittie, I… I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, but I wasn't, and…"

Branch took his paw, the younger being so weak, but he needed JD to listen.

"Love you."

His voice was broken and small, but to his surprise, JD started tearing up.

"I love you too. So much. You're my baby brother, and I'm sorry…"

This went on for a while, as Branch's lungs cleared just a bit, and he asked if JD could tell him about the Neverglades, which he did, drying his tears. He hadn't felt this vulnerable in a long time, but for Branch? He would probably beg the Muses themselves for his life to be spared.

Then came Clay. He came inside on his own, Synth and Dante pointing him to the right room. He was shocked, to say the least, that JD was there, and for a moment, all he felt was anger and grief. After a small spat, he calmed down as Branch's tail brushed his own. Right, Branch. They were there for Branch. Their little brother, who was dying.

After a few exchanged words filled with love, both the Iris and Dahlia were cleared from his system, and he breathed just a tiny bit easier, enough that if he had just a bit more energy, he would have been able to hold a conversation. But he didn't, so the two older held it for him, despite their awkwardness and grievances, they were there and they were talking.

Finally, Spruce came. Except it was now Bruce, and he had changed a lot, but he was their brother nevertheless, and while Branch could tell the tension swung a bit in the room, happiness, anger, and grief hanging heavy in the air, he was happy to see another of his loved ones. Just a few hours ago he had almost accepted death, not believing they would come on time, but here three of them were.

JD gave up his spot for Bruce, letting him take Branch's paw, the purple-haired Troll speaking so softly with the youngest, who hummed an "I love you too" in reply. The Zinnia lost its grip, and now… they only had the Queen Anne's Lace left.

But would Floyd get there on time?

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Floyd had already left Mount Rageous days before, having heard the news on his small traveling radio, and narrowly avoiding being kidnapped, he set out to find his baby brother.

He had made a promise. It was maybe twenty years too late, but Floyd was not one to break a promise. Not now, not ever.

Then he learned that the promise had been put on a timer. Friends of Branch, bounty hunters, had found him, telling him what was going on.

Branch was dying. Branch could be dead already.

They didn't need to tell him twice that he was needed. He just sat silently in the back of their critter bus, eyes distant as memories played on a loop.

Seeing that little bluebell egg hatching. Holding that little baby boy that had been filled with so much joy, love, and music.

Branch was singing before he was talking, he danced before he could walk. He was the sunshine breaking through the grey clouds of grief and horror in that period of their lives.

And he had left him behind. He had given the toddler his vest. The vest had belonged to all their brothers once, and if there was someone who deserved the comfort that the vest provided, it was Branch.

When he came to Pop Village, the place was… sad. Too sad to be filled with Pop Trolls. He saw a grey Troll with a crown on her head sit amongst a group of other dully colored Trolls, her grief so strong it nearly drowned everyone seeing her.

No one noticed him as he walked through the village, and when he asked someone where Branch was, they just shook their head, a sad look in their eyes. Another Troll pointed him to the outskirts of the village.

Floyd had heard from the youngest friends that he had built a bunker, and with a small spark of hope, he looked in the direction they pointed, hoping to see that large rock, but no… There was a field of flowers there.

A Pop Troll graveyard.

And by the freshest mound, holding onto each other, sat three Trolls who were painfully familiar. His brothers. Just not all four of them. Only the three oldest.

A pained scream filled the air.

Floyd's scream.

He had broken his promise.

***

Yeah, ow, this hurt- Hope everyone enjoys the misery as always :,D

#dreamworks trolls #dreamworks trolls fic #hanahaki branch #answered asks #sarilolla's writing

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elias-the-corvid · 1 year

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"did that mean, in some small way, I appreciated the death of my child?"

OUCH

OOF

Oh this part hurt. Like, yes the whole talk about what makes someone evil is very good but this? Ouch. And I've felt that too, when one grieves one starts seeing happiness in life again and sometimes it feels like you're betraying the one you lost. Sometimes it feels like, by incorporating this loss into your life, you're somehow erasing them. Like moving on is wrong because you shouldn't feel happy after losing someone as important as them.

Of course this isn't the case, losing someone doesn't mean you have to die with them, it just means it's good to remember them every now and then and try to have a good life. The people who loved you would never want you to get consumed by grief.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent 31 #liveblogging #malevolent spoilers #tw death

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gregoftom · 10 months

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and tom makes himself so vulnerable and gets rejected twice!!!

greg doesn't respond right/enough to your my favourite/I'd marry you, when like you say it's such a confession. so then he's like fight me (entangle our bodies together) fight me fight me (grab me hold me let me grab and hold you) (lay with me wrapped around me). and greg's strong verbal rejection, then tom's "I don't want to either!!!" is soooooo telling so insane crazy so heartbreaking!!!

bro is breaking down about prison and just wants some comfort so goes to his actual favourite and bleeds in front of him trying to connect in the most genuine way he never has before/can. and greg gives him a bashful smile and concern but not the tactile love and passion and touch that he's after.

this man needs to be touched!

he's trying so hard to ask for it to instigate it and it's painful being that vulnerable, and then he's opened himself up too much and lost and feels worse than before. and maybe he's not his favourite's favourite. and maybe he's alone and lonely and it's not for lack of trying so there's nothing left for him to do but be hurt. and push greg away (but tom can't ever push greg away for good! because greg's still and always tom's favourite! it's repeated in the bathroom fight and forehead sticker soooo directly!!! you hurt me, I try to hate you, I pull you close and kiss you with care and tenderness).

and now I'm also just thinking about all the times that tom's touched greg and how what that really means is he wants greg to touch him.

(and how in s4 and beyond the finale greg is touchy with him and will be touchy and will rise to fight and grab when tom wants and needs to grab. how tom is greg's favourite too. how greg becomes and grows to be everything tom's needing from him, and it's just from greg becoming so comfortable in they're relationship and wanting tom in turn and caring about tom in turn and being possessive of tom in turn. the verdict is love, your honour!!!! they're married now)

OOF OUCH OUHIES OW OWwwwwwwwwww whywhwwdhywndshuhuhuhufhgughhuuuu [sounds of me crying]

no but exactly like, to have an unrequited fp is like. actually soul crushing and greg is not at the point yet [re: nero sporus scene] where he can trust tom's affection, not only because tom is. well you know, tom, with him, at the start, but because he's been given up on and abandoned before. he also can't really comprehend someone actually wanting him to touch him or him touching someone and it being welcomed either because of how often he is recoiled from or treated like something gross. also it's like. a really heavy thing on someone! he responds nicely but he just can't reach that level yet because why should he trust tom's love like that when people have thrown him around before depending on actions which he can never get right [ewan] or abandoned him to fend for himself even though he's tried to take care of them [marianne].

yeah yeah tom needs touch absolutely. he's always touching greg because his love language is touch [lucky for him greg's is too so that works out when they finally realise that each other is genuine and really does care about one another] and again greg is kinda like. HUH?? because he's so used to people purposefully trying to avoid him physically. he likes it but he can't fully commit to it s1-3 [3.09 is i think the first time he realises that maybe it's okay because he reaches up to hug at first, then decides not to because he doesn't want to frighten tom off, but then tom holds his arms out and he takes tom's shoulders and pulls him in slightly and tom is jostled a little with the force of that hug, like. man.] because he's just like. what is happening? is it real?

and ohghhgnfdf yeah definitely earlier on tom tries to push greg away but just can't which is another reason greg reacts so strongly to tom pushing him away/withholding the love and trust from him in later s4 that he's given earlier on, because wtf man, i thought we were best friends? i thought we were over this shit, i thought i was your confidant? he even asks in america decides, what are we? because he doesn't want to be tom's side piece any more, he wants to be his lover. he doesn't want to be treated as someone who is told in the aftermath. but tom is doing it unintentionally here bc he's so laser focused on getting to a position where he can secure greg like he's so desperate to keep greg with him he ends up pushing him out by accident. he does admit to needing greg specifically but it's not enough, and it leads to greg's actions in the finale - he needs to protect himself because he's not sure if tom still will. everything is so much.

but YEAH ON GOD S4 GREG IS MY ENTIRE ASS FOR THIS REASON. he's soooo. god. he wifes for tom so hard it's actually insane. it becomes very clear to us that greg absolutely adores tom back; he's being carefree with him, laughing openly with him, pressing his whole body to him, being practically glued to him in the sense you won't see one without the other, singing his song, taking care of him, watching out for him, coming into the damn ass wake with him because it makes tom feel safe, being his literal lifeline and not hanging up on him when he needs it most, smashing a bottle in the face of the person who hurts his best friend bc enough is enough. between s3-4 they became best friends which is just so like. deep, and builds a stronger foundation for whatever fucked up lusty thing they had before. possessive greg of tom is my ASS god i wish we had gotten more of that. but at least we have these pics.

#tomgreg #i am very normal about them as you can see :)

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I'm about to get my fucking period I can FEEL IT and every day I become a bit eviler and more insane. Anyway. Ow oof ouch my tiddies

#SUFFERING ALREAD AND CRAMPS HAVENT EVEN HIT #thx for coming to my ted talk #the topic is complaining xoxo #personal #about me #periods

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 7

Previous Chapter

Figaro: … Ahh… What was it, again…

Lennox: Is something wrong?

Figaro: … Sorry, but could I leave the investigation to you for a little bit?

Lennox: Understood. I'll see what I can learn from the fishermen who saw the pillar of fire.

Figaro: Thanks.

Lennox: … There sure are a lot of strange stories about the waters around Borda Island… And the "walking Hell" that did so much damage to Cortes in the mainland… That also had to do with Adams Island, or at least Murr's laboratory on it… …It's so foggy all of a sudden…

???: …Le…ox… …Lennox…

Lennox: …Who is that? I can hear a voice from somewhere… From towards the ocean…

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???: …Lennox… Lennox…

Lennox: … It's you…

Faust: I'm here, Lennox.

Lennox: …This cell is…

Faust: Alec locked me in here.

Lennox: Lord Alec did…?

Faust: He plans to execute me. Please save me, Lennox. You have the key, don't you? Please, open the door.

Lennox: …

Faust: Please, Leno.

Lennox: I can save you with this key…? This time, I can set you free and run away with you…

Faust: Let's go, Leno. We can enter a new era together.

Lennox: Lord Faust…

Faust: Follow my lead.

Lennox: …

Faust: Fufu… Yes, just a little more… Just turn the key…

Lennox: … No. This isn't what happened. I didn't unlock this door. And I didn't save you. Who are you…?!

Faust: Tch…

Lennox: <Forsettao Meiuvat>!

???: Don't bother. You can't rival me.

Lennox: …?! …The fog is clinging to me…

???: Fufufu… …I finally have you…

Lennox: Uu…gh…get away from me…! (I can see a shadow in the mist… And something red…?) (…A red coral necklace…?)

???: …This is the ideal body…

Lennox: …Urgh…! (At this rate, the ocean is…) (The ocean is going to swallow me…!)

???: <Mare Praeda>

Lennox: …! (Everything's going black…) (I can't see anything…I'm fading…) (…Lord Faust…) (…Where…should I go…)

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Lennox: … Fufu…

Lennox?: Just you wait, Shylock.

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Heathcliff: Here. Mr. Faust, look down here.

Faust: Let's see… Oof. You're right… There's a bunch of metal-looking things floating in the ocean.

Heathcliff: I can't be positive, but they look like magical technological implements to me. …And there's so many of them. If there were only a few, I could believe that a broken magical technology installation was swept this way on the current, but…

Faust: What could this many mean…?

Heathcliff: I'm not sure… The pieces are all pointed and rusty, so I don't want any sea creatures to get toO close to them…

Faust: First things first, let's use our magic to collect all the parts from the water.

Heathcliff: Yes. I'll do it.

Faust: Alright. Be careful. It might just be from mana stones in the magical technology, but I feel the faint presence of magic.

Heathcliff: Understood. <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>

Faust: This is a ton of magical technology… Some of these look like weapons. And are these for cooking…?

Heathcliff: …These are pretty heavy, aren't they…

Faust: Want me to help?

Heathcliff: I'll be fine. Just one more push…hup. (Shino would be able to do something like this so easily.) <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>!

Faust: …?! I saw something move… Heath, be careful!

Heathcliff: Wah…?! (Something just jumped out from the remains of the equipment?!)

Faust: <Salliuqnart Mulcredo> Heath! Are you okay?!

Heathcliff: I'm okay! I protected myself with a barrier so nothing would fall on me. But something soft and wet fell down, too… I'm still holding it… …?! (A girl…?!) (No! She has a tail instead of legs…) (She's a mermaid!)

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …! …!

Heathcliff: Ow, ouch…! Stop struggling…! …Wah!

Faust: A mermaid?! (A mermaid is holding down Heath… Was it caught in the wreckage he pulled up?)

Heathcliff: Oww… … You…

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …

Heathcliff: (Woah, her eyes are bright red… Reminds me of Shino's eyes. Did I scare her?) (It looks like she wants to bite me… She keeps opening and closing her mouth…or is it because she can't breathe on land?

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …! …!

Heathcliff: (No… She's trying to communicate something…)

Faust: It looks like neither of you got hurt. Let me carry her back to the water with my magic…

Heathcliff: W…Wait a second. I think…she has something she's trying to tell us… (Her eyes are pure crimson… The first time I met Shino, I thought he was mad at me, too…) (But I was wrong. This reminds me a lot of back then.) (Her gaze has so much force it's like she's glaring at me, except there's no animosity. She's just staring at me…) (I wonder if she needs help.) …Is something wrong?

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …!

Heathcliff: Do you understand what I'm saying? If you do, raise your right hand. If not, your left.

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …!!

Faust: Well, she's enthusiastically raising her right hand.

Heathcliff: Thank goodness! She can understand us! Ah, if you move around that much, you'll slip…

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …

Nero: Yo, Teach. I think we know enough about…

Heathcliff: Ah, Nero…

Nero: (…! Heath's flirting with a girl in a secluded location!)

Shino: Nero. Heath is…

Nero: Shino. Turn around, right now.

Shino: Why.

Nero: Let's go take a break over there.

Shino: No. Heath is…

Nero: Heath isn't here. He is that age, y'get me. He's, y'know, got stuff goin' on.

Shino: What do you mean, stuff?

Faust: Nero! Shino!

Nero: Teach, wai…

Faust: Come here! Heath found a mermaid.

Shino & Nero: A mermaid?

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Figaro: The wind sure is picking up…

Oz: …

Figaro: So, you think it's his presence?

Oz: Yes. Though I do not recall his name…

Figaro: It's Balthazar. He's a wizard we drove out of his territory but didn't quite turn to stone. I'm surprised he's still alive, honestly, but the twins really chewed me out for it yesterday. If a wizard we failed to kill shows up right in front of us and goes on a rampage, we're going to get mocked for it all night long. Let's deal with this as fast as we can.

Oz: Agreed.

Figaro: Balthazar's presence feels like it's coming from underwater, right?

Oz: Yes. But also from the island, if only faintly.

Figaro: From Borda Island? Which one's stronger?

Oz: The one at the bottom of the sea.

Figaro: Then there we go.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

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Shylock: … This is an unpleasant wind…

Chloe: …Oh! Look! There's a traveling bard over there!

Rustica: You're right. With quite a crowd, I might add.

Murr: We can hear the song from here!

Rustica: A song about a prince from a fallen kingdom…

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Riquet: We weren't in that painting, were we.

Mitile: Yes we were! We were just drawn more adult.

Riquet: Oh, I didn't notice! What kind of adult was I?

Mitile: You seemed very kind. My brother seemed stronger than he is now, too.

Rutile: I was drawn using a bow. I wonder if my feather pen looks like the fletching of an arrow?

Akira: Mithra looked really cool, too.

Mithra: I suppose. Though seeing Oz smiling so happily was annoying…

Riquet: Ah… Master Sage, do you hear singing?

Akira: Oh, now that you mention it… I can't see who's singing, but I can definitely hear them.

I could hear the singing of a clear, strident voice over the sound of the waves, traveling over the twilit beach.

Rutile: Master Sage. There's a line in front of that store, so we'll go wait in it while you stay here. Mithra, you can stay here, too. You don't like lining up, right?

Mithra: I don't dislike it, I just want to cut in front of the people at the front of it.

Riquet: You mustn't do that. You have to do things the right and proper way.

Mithra: Sigh.

Mitile: Well, we'll be going now, Master Sage.

Mithra and I listened to the waves and the sound of singing as we stood on the sand. It was the bard's song about the prince of a fallen kingdom.

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The prince still roams, without his home Through far and wide, company stays by his side From here to there, returning to nowhere A bracelet glitters and shines again Jewels fall from his wrist like rain From here to there, returning to nowhere Oh, such splendor’s but a trace from a lost legacy With his kingdom gone, the prince walks endlessly Will you vanish into the sea? Oh prince, dear prince Will your wandering set you free?

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Chloe: This song is kind of sad… Hey, what's this about a prince of a lost kingdom?

Murr: Maybe his kingdom died out?

Chloe: Are there any extinct kingdoms like that on this continent?

Rustica: It's not impossible for small kingdoms to pop up and then disappear over the long course of history. So I have heard, at least. There are similar stories about the Sherwood Forest around Blanchett.

Chloe: I wonder if there's a whole unknown world on the other side of the ocean…

Shylock: My, it's impossible to know. The boundaries of the sea are called the edges of the world, and I've heard there's only barren wastelands without spirits beyond them.

Murr: Melissa went to see them.

Chloe: Melissa?

Murr: A Western witch who wanted to see where the sea ended. She built a huge boat, and then set sail. I helped build it.

Chloe: Woah! How'd it go?

Murr: I warned her that she'd never come back, and then she never did!

Rustica: What a tragic undertaking.

Murr: We still don't know what's on the other side of the ocean. A few ancient, destroyed kingdoms isn't impossible.

Shylock: Very true… After all, there's a beautiful city sleeping at the bottom of the ocean.

Chloe: Ah… The sky just turned dark all of a sudden…

Rustica: The waves are getting higher…

Borda Island Resident: Is a storm coming…?

Traveler: Let's go back to the hotel…

Shylock: …

Lennox: …

Shylock: …! You startled me, Lennox. You grabbed my arm so suddenly… Lennox…?

Chloe: Lennox? Is something wrong?

Rustica: Get back, Chloe.

Murr: That's not Lennox.

Lennox?: It's been a long time, Shylock. This time, I'll drag you to the bottom of the sea.

Shylock: You couldn't be… Balthazar?

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>!

Lennox?: <Mare Praeda>

Murr: Gyah…!!

Chloe: Murr…!

Shylock: …gh, let go of me…!

Rustica: <Amores Viesse> Uwaaahhh…!

Chloe: Rustica…!

Lennox?: Western wizards always… Think they stand any sort of chance against me. <Mare Praeda>!

Borda Island Resident: …A blizzard…?! A blizzard just came in from the ocean, and the buildings are starting to freeze over…! Everyone, run…! Run… …

Murr: Rustica!

Rustica: I'll protect the residents! You go take back Shylock!

Murr: Gotcha!

Lennox?: Oh, powerless one. You're not capable of that.

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>

Lennox?: <Mare Praeda>!

Shylock: Murr…!

Chloe: Murr's covered in ice…! He's going to die…! <Suispicibo Voitengok>!

Shylock: Murr…! Chloe, Rustica…!

Lennox?: Haha… You're nothing but insects!

Chloe: Shylock…! What do we do?! He pulled Shylock into the ocean…! We're going to lose him…!

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Shylock: (Why is Balthazar here…?) (Didn't he die when he sank with Adams Island…?!)

Lennox?: Of course you're shocked. Let me show you to my empire under the sea.

****TL Note: thank you to my friends in sammidarity for helping me turn the song lyrics in this chapter into like, something potentially singable!

Next Chapter

#.mhyktl #.main story tl #.eventtl #4th anni

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