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Aim for the Sky Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Even though Bradley isn't as nervous this time around, his excitement for the baby overflows at your first appointment with your doctor. After he surprises you with something at work, you get hit by a wave of jealousy.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, smut, pregnancy topics, lactation kink, jealousy

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley sat in the familiar waiting room at Dr. Morris's office. Just like before, your hand was held tight in his with your cheek resting on his shoulder, but now he also had Rose curled up against his chest. She was sound asleep, her tiny body rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm that he was obsessed with. Even her fuzzy hair was starting to get a little longer now that she was over five months old. He couldn't be near her and not kiss the top of her head. It was actually impossible.

"I hope both babies look like you," he whispered.

When you tilted your head back to look at him, you rolled your eyes. "Rose looks like you."

"Nah. She's too cute."

You looked sleepy, like you could close your eyes and drift right off. "You're a DILF, Bradley. It's so annoying that you don't listen when I tell you that."

He was just alternating kissing Rose's head and yours, making you laugh, when a nurse opened the door and called your name. Bradley wasn't as nervous as he had been when you and he were here a year ago, antsy to find out more about Rose. He had the hang of this parenting thing by now, and he was just excited to hear a heartbeat today. The rest would sort itself out. You and he would figure out which room would become the second nursery. He would open a second college savings account even though both kids would get a full ride. He wasn't worried.

But you still were. He did his best to keep his enthusiasm at a normal volume when you started to stress about money or how exhausted you already were, but inside he was elated. Two kids! Two! If you would have asked him five years ago if he thought he'd ever buy a house, he would have told you no. Now he had a whole fucking family and a dog in the Craftsman.

Two kids under two would be a breeze. He just knew it.

"Right this way," the nurse said pleasantly. "You can wait in here. Dr. Morris will just be another minute or two."

Bradley let you get changed and settle onto the exam table while he bounced Rose in the chair. She was fresh from her nap, and she'd start bugging to eat soon enough. "I must admit, Nugget, I'm a bit surprised you're meeting your little sibling while you're still so tiny."

"He's lying, Rose. He planned it out this time," you replied, laying back with your eyes closed while he reached for your hand. "Your dad is a con artist."

The door opened, and Dr. Morris strode in, looking from you to Bradley and back to you. "I thought you were using the pill? What happened?"

You glared at Bradley. "Yeah, Roo. I thought we were using the pill."

He didn't want to point out that you were the one who left the birth control at home over the July Fourth weekend. "Well, you see, we were using the pill, but then plans changed." He cleared his throat and tried not to grin. "Dr. Morris, are you aware that the pullout method is not foolproof?"

She cradled her head in her hands before looking at him. "You know, I've heard that. Which is why I prescribed the pill."

"I missed one when we were away for a weekend," you whispered, drawing her attention your way. "And I'm really nervous that I didn't give my body enough time to heal after the last pregnancy," you added, gesturing to Rose. "And I'm still a little... heavy... from having her. What if I end up with high blood pressure again because of my weight?"

Bradley's eyes went wide. "You're worried about that? You're not even heavy, Sweetheart."

You shrugged, barely able to meet his eyes as Dr. Morris placed a soft hand on your arm. "Let's just give you a full exam, okay? There's no reason to assume the worst right now."

"Okay," you whispered, letting Bradley wrap your fingers up with his. He didn't understand how you could think you were anything other than perfect as you answered the doctor's questions while she turned on the ultrasound machine. Your blood pressure and heart rate sounded like they were perfect, and now it was time to find out more about the baby.

"Since you didn't menstruate after your daughter was born, it might be hard to pinpoint the exact due date."

Bradley cleared his throat again as the ultrasound wand disappeared beneath your hospital gown, making you wince as it was inserted. "Uh, actually, I can probably tell you the exact date and time of the... impregnation."

"You're not helping, Roo," you said, but a smile broke out on your lips. "God, I can't believe we fucked this up."

Then the baby was suddenly visible on the screen, and Bradley rocketed to his feet with Rose. "Look, Baby Girl. Another Nugget! There's the heartbeat!"

"Oh," you whispered, tugging him closer by your connected hands as you stared at the monitor. Tears shimmered in your eyes. "Okay, so maybe we didn't fuck up too badly."

"Everything looks great," Dr. Morris said, taking a few measurements. "You're about eleven to twelve weeks along. Let me narrow it down for you."

But Bradley already knew. He'd already done the math in his head. He was not at all surprised when she said the due date was April Fool's Day.

"That's not funny," you told Dr. Morris, gasping before bursting out laughing.

"I'm not joking," she replied. "Next year, April first. That's your due date. I'll see you back here in a few more weeks."

"Thanks," you whispered, holding tight to the ultrasound images that had been printed out for you. Dr. Morris gave Bradley a stern look as she walked past, and he had to fight the urge to salute in response. He was probably on thin ice with several people right now.

"I have to call my parents later. I wonder if we should tell them now?" you mused.

Oh, shit. He hadn't even thought about how your mom and dad might feel. They would love another grandchild, of course, but two so close together?

"Whenever you want to tell them is fine with me," he replied, taking the ultrasounds in his hand. The fridge at home was still covered in Rose's, so now there would be more to add to it. He examined the little nugget shape before showing it to his daughter. "Do you think it's a brother or a sister? Daddy doesn't care either way. I just love Nuggets."

She held the photo in her tiny hand as Bradley helped you get dressed again. He thought maybe it looked like you already had a bump growing, but he wasn't about to comment on your size, even if it did look cute.

"We have so much to do," you sighed. "You've got your new recruits turning up at work soon, and I'm about to start a fourth quarter project next month." A yawn overtook your sentence. "I don't know how we're going to handle things."

He didn't know what else to say, so he said what was becoming his new motto. "We'll figure it out, Sweetheart."

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Jake was perceptive, but Cat made you feel like you were transparent. Entering code while sitting next to her in the lab was tedious. Every time you breathed, it felt like she was going to figure out you were pregnant again. You swore she already knew.

You were past twelve weeks along. It wasn't like you couldn't start telling people, but you were still apprehensive to do so. But why? It wasn't like you were going to get smaller instead of bigger. Your pants were already fitting a little tighter, and you were absolutely dreading wearing that sad excuse for a maternity uniform again.

"Not the tent," you groaned softly, picturing the hideous, khaki monstrosity in the back of your closet.

"What did you say?" Cat asked, and your fingers froze on the keyboard.

"I said, I am intent on finishing this up today."

"Same," she agreed, her engagement ring sparkling in the fluorescent lighting. "I'm sick of looking at this project. We've been working on the same thing for months. You ready to get lunch?"

You were about to agree when you glanced at your phone and saw a text from your husband. "Um, actually, Bradley asked me to stop by and check something out."

"No worries," she replied, closing her laptop. "I'll see you in an hour."

"Right," you agreed, reading the text again as she walked away.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: can you meet me in the outbuilding next to the tower? wanna show you something

"This better be good." 

It was hot outside, and the asphalt smelled like it was burning before you got to the tarmac. The sun beat down on your back as you power walked your way to the building in question. It was just a bunch of offices, nothing else, so you weren't sure why he wanted you to come all the way over here. When you ducked inside the air conditioning again, you were sweaty and even more tired than before.

But then you saw it. A staff member was changing the names on the directory in the front foyer. One of them jumped out at you immediately, and your belly swooped with excitement.

LCDR Bradley Bradshaw (Room 117)

You rushed along the hallway, going nearly to the end before turning a corner. Room 117 was on the left, but the door was closed. When you knocked, it opened a few inches, and you saw his smiling face.

"You got an office!" you shouted, and the door swung all the way open to reveal a nice, quiet space a little bigger than your own. "Oh, Roo! It's swanky!"

"Swanky?" he asked with a laugh as your boots squeaked across the tile floor. "I wouldn't go right to swanky."

"You have a window! And a little couch!" you exclaimed, peeking out through the blinds to the tarmac. You spun around and looked at everything stacked up on his desk. There were aircraft manuals and clipboards, but there was also a framed wedding photo which was taken in the beach parking lot. And there was a photo of Rose trying to crawl next to Tramp which must have come from his locker. "I'm so proud of you."

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him while he chuckled, but his hand slid lower on your back to your butt, giving you a little squeeze. "Not gonna lie, the first thing I thought of this morning when Mav told me was how cool my dad would have found this."

"Oh, Roo," you whispered, heart clenching.

"The second thing I thought of was fucking you senseless on my desk."

"Bradley!" Your voice was a needy whine, surprising even you. It had been at least a week since you had enough energy for sex, simply passing out in bed as soon as Rose fell asleep each night. But right now, your head tipped back, teeth sinking into your lip as you thought about how good he could make you feel if you let him.

One eyebrow was raised as he asked, "Do you want to? I have thirty minutes until I need to show my new pilots around."

Your hands were already on the fly of his khaki pants. "Yes." You didn't know what came over you, but you were horny as hell and absolutely needed this.

"Yeah?" he grunted, sucking in a deep breath as your hand delved into his underwear to wrap around his heavy cock. "Shit, Sweetheart."

You staggered backwards when he pushed you toward his desk, but he was gentle as your rear end met the edge. He'd be careful with you, that much was certain, but you were so horny, you wanted him immediately.

Bradley's fingers fumbled with your zipper as he said, "You know, this would be a lot easier if you were wearing your maternity tent."

"I was just thinking about that thing earlier!" you replied, laughing as you kissed him. 

"Ugly but functional," he whispered, mustache rough against your skin when he mashed his mouth to yours. 

You were left a moaning mess as his fingers stroked your tattoo before yanking your pants down to your knees. Then he was on his knees in front of you, looking up as he kissed your chubby belly, pushing your shirt out of his way. His lips were so soft, but his voice was raspy.

"The first quickie in my new office. Hopefully the first of many."

"Once upon a time, you promised you'd keep your hands off me at work," you whispered, his lips kissing along until his nose was rubbing your clit. "Pretty sure you lied about that one, Roo."

When his tongue dragged the length of your slit, his fingers tightened on your hips, digging in until you gasped. "You know when to take me seriously and when I'm full of shit. And right now, I'm so serious about making you scream."

He was. You could tell he was. Your husband was ready to go at a moment's notice all the time, and even a few days without fucking made you feel like he had some pent up energy that was going to make this explosive. Your nipples were tender and leaking into your nursing bra, but he didn't let you have a second to yourself before he turned you around and shimmied his pants lower.

"You ready for me?" he grunted, cock tapping your butt with excitement as he stroked your clit. Your hands were braced on his desk, and he nudged your boots further apart before guiding himself to your opening.

"So ready," you whispered. "Fuck me, Daddy."

Your body jerked forward, making you hang onto the desk for dear life as he fucked you hard and deep with one stroke. "If you weren't already pregnant again, you would be after this," he swore, withdrawing before plowing into you again. "Let's have ten kids."

"Bradley!" But he wasn't listening. He was fucking you rough, desk rattling against your knees and hands as he jerked the furniture across the floor a little more with each thrust.

"You look so good when you're pregnant. I wish you could see your ass. My god." He moaned your name. "Go ahead and scream for me."

That's when you realized your gasping breaths had gotten loud enough that they were echoing around the room over the sound of the desk moving. Bradley was relentless, his movements almost too much, but the steady stroke of his fingers on your clit kept you on your feet. A loud, long keen escaped your lips when you tried to breathe.

"That's it," he coaxed, rolling your clit between his thumb and index finger. "Just... a little louder."

His voice was breathless in your ear as his palm landed on your ass, the loud, stinging slap making you scream his name. 

"Perfect," he whispered, cupping you with his palm, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit while you came. "Let me cum in your pretty pussy, and you can wear it to lunch with your friends."

That thought alone had your eyes rolling back in your head. You'd smell like him for the rest of the day, his sticky mess teasing at your thighs whenever you walked around. He did as he promised, fucking you until you were filled up, and then he dragged your underwear up your legs, keeping you full of him.

Bradley was kissing along your sweat-slick neck as he zipped and buttoned his uniform pants. But now you were standing there, so exhausted, you just wanted to curl up on his couch and take a nap.

"You're not eating lunch?" you asked, stifling a yawn as he helped you squeeze into your pants. "I'm starving."

"I don't have time," he replied, kissing you as he tucked your shirt in. "I've got ten new pilots to attend to, and I want them up in the air by the end of the week."

You held back another yawn. "Okay. Do you want to get Rose from daycare later or should I?"

This wasn't the kind of sexy post-fuck discussion the two of you usually had, which made you feel very conscious of the fact that you couldn't stop yawning. Bradley was adding pages to his clipboard as he said, "Can you get her? I'm not sure when I'll be done today. There's so much damn paperwork. I swear to god, the US Navy hates trees."

"Yeah, I can get her."

You started to head for the door when he looked up and asked, "Want me to walk you out?"

Yeah, you kind of did, but he already looked like his focus had moved on. "No, I'm fine on my own. See you at home tonight."

"I love you." He kissed your cheek and patted your butt with one big hand, and you were off in search of lunch. When you walked back along the sidewalk in the bright sunlight you considered just going home and sleeping for the afternoon. Would anyone even miss you? Perhaps you should just turn toward the parking lot.

"Hey!"

When you looked up and actually focused, you realized you were about to run into Cam. "Oh, hey."

"Want to split one of those super cheesy pasta bowls that we always say are bad for us but get anyway?" he asked, guiding you inside to the cafeteria as you laughed. 

"Yeah, why not?" You wanted to tell him you were about to gain a ton more weight anyway, so it wouldn't make much difference. But you didn't.

"Perfect," he replied, loading one tray with enough food for both of you. "Then you can tell me how Rosie is, but first I need to tell you who showed up on one of my dating apps."

"Who?" you asked, covering your mouth as you yawned again.

"Guess!"

You started eating food off the tray before you even got to the table. "I don't want to guess. I'm too tired to guess."

"Fine," he sighed. "Ryan."

"No," you gasped. "From the Academy? Your ex?"

"Yep," Cam replied with a grin. "And he looks terrible."

You got to spend the next fifteen minutes indulging your friend in his gossip session. It helped that Ryan from the Academy did in fact look awful now, and you helped Cam swipe through his app options as you ate more than half of the pasta yourself. You were just finishing things off with a breadstick and telling him about Rose when you saw Bradley walk in.

Your hand was in the air, ready to wave him over and laugh at him for his inability to skip a meal when you realized he wasn't alone. There were several officers with him, none of which you could remember seeing on base before. You assumed they must be his new pilots from Texas. But one of them pushed her way to the front of the group, and your hand slowly lowered back down to your side.

She was beautiful. Young and slim with dark hair and the brightest blue eyes you'd ever seen. And she was walking next to your husband and laughing like he'd just told her the most hilarious thing she'd ever heard in her life. Bradley nodded and smiled down at her, his expression merely polite. At least that's what you thought. Now you weren't so sure. He knew you came to the cafeteria, so why wasn't he looking around for you? Why wasn't he checking to see if you were still here? 

"So is Rose crawling yet?"

You turned to look at Cam in confusion, heart pounding at a sickening rate that made you want to throw up. "Huh?"

"Rose," he repeated, chewing up his breadstick. "Is she crawling?"

"Oh. Um, no. Not yet."

You couldn't look away as the other woman's smile seemed to light up the area around her, and you wanted to cry when Bradley handed her a tray before the whole group got in line for lunch. Maybe you really were going to throw up.

"Hey, Cam, I have to run," you whispered, voice harsh as you stood.

"Brunch on Sunday with Maria?" he asked hopefully, but you could only nod as you headed for the far exit as quickly as you could move. 

You stumbled along, thinking about the way Bradley fucked you against his desk barely thirty minutes ago. He'd made you feel so good, but now you were outrageously jealous over some unknown woman, and you had to get back to work. You couldn't control it. Why were you reacting this way? This wasn't even like you.

But somehow you could just tell that something wasn't right.

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Why do I have the urge to send Bradley to jail? Someone needs to be locked up for poor behavior, and it's not Rose. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 31

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[bethanydelleman]

there needs to be a study on why people who want to make adaptations about p&p always somehow imprint on mary. like wouldn't kitty be easier if they just want a self insert? ig they think of her as the underdog of pride and prejudice (?)

I think it's fairly easy to explain, a shallow understanding of Mary Bennet is that she's an underappreciated bookworm/ugly duckling. Kitty Bennet, who is basically a blank slate, doesn't have enough personality for someone to identify with her.

What I don't think the casual reader or viewer grasps is that Mary Bennet is pedantic, self-righteous, callous, and downright annoying. And listen, I know she's a teenager, most teenagers improve over time, but the Mary presented in the novel is not someone I'm dying to be friends with or someone who I view as an underdog. She doesn't care about her sisters, not when they are sick or ruined; she isn't isolated by her siblings, she isolates herself; and she is very much promoting herself as Not Like Other Girls.

I don't find her unsympathetic, because I do think that she's the way she is because her intelligent father gives her no guidance and her mother points out her plain looks often, making her search for something else to distinguish herself, but I do think she'd need some reforming to be a palatable character to me. A lot of fan fiction writers just have her turn into a second Elizabeth once she finally has a chance to "come out of her shell", which I don't think is justified by the text. She's already out of her shell, it's not pretty.

But in the end, it's fine. I might not want to read those kind of stories, but I have no problem with people writing them. They just aren't for me. I just hope the writer knows that they are writing out of character.

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On My Last Nerve

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends, Riot Games, 2021) Core Relationship: Reader & Vi, familial/sibling dynamic Genre & Disclaimers: Hurt/Comfort, Second person perspective (you/your pronouns used), contains discussions of parentification, arguments, resentment, imprisonment, and familial disputes and cutting contact. Take care of yourself and read at your own discretion <3 A/N: God damn, been on a long hiatus for YEARS, and now we back to writing, found my old Wattpad account and all. Will probably post this over there along with giving AO3 a go :))

You had never met anyone as capable of getting on your nerves as your younger sisters. You loved them, obviously - they're your sisters, and since Vander died about a decade ago, you're all they have in terms of family - but God only knows how much they like to push your buttons. They've always had that little skill, and looking at where you are now, you can imagine that they always will. While you don't really talk, you know where they are, at least vaguely; Powder, the youngest of the two, was now going by Jinx from what you've seen and works for Silco. You tried reaching out, tried to reconcile and apologise after years of searching, only to find that the sweet girl you'd once called your baby sister had become a notorious maniac in Zaun from a combination of losing Vander, Silco's influence, and an argument with your middle sister. The middle child in question being Violet - or Vi, as she preferred. It always annoyed her when you called her Violet - was currently glaring daggers at you as she leaned against the cold brick wall in a damp, dark alley.

As children, Powder was mostly fine and didn't seem to adopt Vi's knack for pissing you off, but Vi was another story... She knew all the right buttons to push, and the differing treatment you were raised with certainly didn't help to prevent the wedge of frustration and resentment that seemed to have been wedged between the two of you in the face of Powder and Vander's absence in your life. With them gone, it became abundantly clear that they had been the glue holding your family together. Everything seemed to collapse in on itself after that night you'd lost them both.

You never meant to be as harsh with Vi as you were, the girl just never knew when to listen - years of "heart to heart" talks about responsibility with Vander doing nothing to change Vi's behaviour, while Vander was always on your case about taking care of the girls and working in the Last Drop with him. You always felt he was too soft on her, always frustrated by the disparity in expectations and responsibilities. Vi wasn't allowed to fully be a child, you figured that out over the years in her absence, but in the two years where it was just the two of you and before, you couldn't shake the frustration that Vi just couldn't be as mature as you needed her to be. She was still adamant on acting out and pushing your limits. You were doing your best to tolerate it and be the adult she needed, but eventually she'd managed to get herself caught by Enforcers and placed in Stillwater and there was nothing you could do. You didn't have the money to afford bail, and you didn't have the contacts to get her out. With the strict rules in Stillwater, you couldn't write to her and you lost touch.

She was shut away for eight years. Eight years with no word, no sign of life, no news from Vi. After eight years, she finally came back. She walked into the Last Drop like she'd owned the place with a woman you'd never seen or heard of before. She sat at the bar - your bar now, given Vander had no one else to take it over when he died - and didn't acknowledge you aside from putting in her old favourite order. When you served her, you got a better look at the cloaked woman she'd brought with her and recognised her from the news and the uniform she wore under her cloak; an enforcer. A well-known, rich enforcer with a mother in the Piltover council. It's hard to forget how angry you felt at your sister for her audacity - to bring an enforcer to your bar and completely ignore you after being imprisoned for almost a decade. You couldn't help yourself, it was just unbelievable that she would be so stupid, you still remember the argument you'd had with her before she stormed out with that enforcer.

"Violet," Your voice was a low, harsh whisper as you leaned on the bar with your arms crossed in front of you, "the fuck you think you're doin'?"

"What? I can't stop in for lunch anymore?" God, she'd sounded so arrogant when she said that, and she had that stupid, smug look on her face. She was challenging you, and you both knew it. Unfortunately, you were too angry at her to be smart about the conversation.

"Oh, don't start that with me - an enforcer? Here? Are you insane-?"

"Relax, she's with me, and nobody else knows she's here,"

"Violet, that makes no difference, she-" The enforcer that was sat at Vi's side tries to speak up, but you stop her by holding up your hand to interrupt and cast her a scathing look, "Not you. You shut up, I'm talking to Violet."

"C'mon, don't be like that," Vi rolls her eyes and gives an exasperated huff as she picks up the bowl she'd eaten from, "Caitlyn is harmless,"

"Violet, she's an enforcer, she's not fuckin' harmless. Not just that, but were you really going to stop in and leave without talking to me?"

"As if you care about that - where have you been these last eight years? Not like you came to find me either,"

"Hey, now that's not fair, and you know it's not, I-"

"Fuck off, I don't want to hear it," Violet scoffs before letting you finish explaining, standing abruptly and throwing the bowl in her hands at the wall. You narrowly avoided being hit in the head by it when you ducked, just barely missing the sight of Vi taking the enforcer by the arm and hauling her out the door. All you could do was give a defeated sigh before moving to clean up the mess your sister had left you with as a parting gift, then went to Vi's childhood bedroom that had been left untouched for eight years to wash and replace the sheets on her bed. Just in case she came to her senses.

Now, that conversation replays in your head as you stare down at the, quite frankly, pitiful scene before you. It had been a few weeks since you'd last seen your sister, and she was an absolute state - she was beaten and bruised, though thankfully didn't seem to be bleeding. Her hair was now dyed black instead of her usual deep pink, and whatever she had used was now smeared across her face and hands and starting to stain her pale skin. She was slumped against the wall, her head hanging low as she sat on the cold, damp floor. You cross your arms as you watch her for a moment before sighing and speaking up.

"Violet," Your flat, blunt tone causes her to snap her head up. A look of shock briefly crossed her face before it fell into a scowl and she cast you a nasty glare. Her voice is slurred when she speaks and begins to sway as she attempts to stand, and you quickly gather that she's drunk - just your luck.

"Th' fuck d'you want...?"

"I could ask you the same... I want to know what you're up to out here,"

"I jus' finished a fight,"

"What fight?"

"Don' remember," She mumbles, seemingly to herself, as she lurches forward and you have to rush to catch her before she hits the bitumen of the ground face-first. You hoist her upright and pull one of her arms over your shoulders so she's leaning on you for support, "Been fightin' in th' pit..."

"You've got to be joking, Violet," You sigh, already annoyed by her stupid choices. Looking around the alley, you find the place desolate aside from the two of you and your brows furrow in confusion, "Where's your friend?"

"Friend...?"

"The enforcer you brought down,"

Vi looks away, and you can practically feel the shame and hurt rolling off her in waves as she hides her face from you and mumbles out her response; "She left me..."

You sigh again and shake your head - Vi can already tell you're at least somewhat disappointed in her and doesn't speak again for the time being. You think to yourself for a few moments before beginning to walk and guide Vi alongside you. She gives you a look of utter confusion, but you ignore it as you turn your own thoughts over in your head. Your sister really got on your nerves every time you came across her without fail, and you just know she's going to end up doing whatever she can do to irritate you and cause trouble whenever the opportunity arises - there's no doubt in your mind. Although, another thing you don't doubt is that she's your younger sister. Whether it's an issue of love or obligation, you've always been told that it was on you to make sure she's alright, and knowing that you were one of two only remaining family members she has, you know you can't just leave her vulnerable in this alley.

"Come on, we're going home..."

"Home...?"

"Yeah, our home, genius,"

"Oh..." Her response is little more than a dazed murmur, dragging her feet as she walks with you.

You walk Vi back to the Last Drop, trying to help her into the basement of the establishment that had always been used as your living space. you watch Vi look around and take in the sight of her childhood bedroom as you guide her to the bed. The bedroom is mostly as it had been left eight years ago, but one difference strikes Vi as odd - the bedsheets were different and the bed was made. You sit her on the edge of the bed and can practically see the cogs turning in her head as she processes the fact that the bedsheets were freshly cleaned.

"Have you eaten tonight?"

"... No," Her response is blunt and monotone, and she refuses to lift her head as she stares at the quilt of the bed like it's going to reveal anything. You nod and silently turn to leave the room.

You only leave the room for a few minutes, returning with a bowl of soup and a plate of buttered bread - some standard comfort food, easy enough to make and ensure that Vi begins to sober up and won't be sleeping hungry. When you return, Vi is lying in her bed with the quilt pulled up to her chin and facing the wall. You tilt your head, wondering why she was so ready to go to bed hungry as you place the bowl and plate on her bedside table and take a seat on the edge of the mattress. Evidently, she felt you sit down because you hear a weak mumble from beside you.

"... You washed my bed..."

"Yeah, I did," You nod, tone softer now as you can gather that she's calmed down now.

"... You were waiting for me to come back..."

You can't help the amused scoff that you give in response as you roll your eyes, "Of course I did, what else would I do?"

Vi is silent for a few long moments before speaking up again, but it's barely more than a shaky whisper, "I thought you hated me,"

"Who told you that?"

"... Nobody, just thought you did..."

"Well, I don't," You respond firmly to her weak arguments, reaching a hand out to brush her hair away from her eyes, "You're my baby sister, nothing is going to change that. I might get angry or annoyed over the things you do, but I'll never stop loving you, let alone hate you,"

Vi gives an almost imperceptible nod as she feels you brush your fingers through her hair a few times before pulling away. There are a few moments of peaceful silence before you break it.

"You going to eat dinner?"

"I'll have it in a bit..."

You nod and pat her shoulder before standing and leaving Vi's room to give her time and privacy to settle for the night. She doesn't appear to leave her room for the remainder of the evening, so you decide to call it a night a few hours later and moving to your own room to sleep.

When you wake the next morning, you sit up in bed and look over the room only to see Vi sleeping on your floor. She'd dragged her quilt and pillow into the room and set up a small spot on the floor to crash, and the sight makes you smile to yourself. It reminds you of something you've done a million times for Vi - when she was sick, or frightened, or had a nightmare, you'd move into her room and sleep on the floor. When she was a lot younger, you'd told her it was to guard the door and keep 'monsters' away while she rested. It was sweet, really - to see her hold onto this little tradition and flip it around made your chest warm with a feeling you struggle to name. Your relationship isn't great for now, and you know it isn't, but waking up to this... It gives you a little bit of faith that you'll be able to rebuild.

[amazingmsme]

Okay, image this, Ares being a smart mouth shit to Athena and Hephaestus, his older siblings, since he's the God of War and is very much egotistical.

Athena and Hephaestus wreck him at times to humble him a bit, sometimes just because he's having a sour attitude over something.

Athena is shown to be stronger than Ares, and if he overpower her, she'd probably be five steps ahead and have a way to turn the tables.

Hephaestus, being a blacksmith, is just already strong as hell, and he has the chain he used on Ares and Aphrodite. He can set up a tickle trap too

Also, I like the idea of Athena purposely going soft on tickle because she knows Ares can handle pain and a lot more rougher things, so her slowly tracing and wiggling her fingers on him would drive him literally insane (also because he probably hasn't got gentle touch in thousands of years he's been alive. Tocuhe-starved War God >:3)

KSGFRKBALCBSKS I’M HYPERVENTILATING FINALLY SOME ARES LOVE!!!!! Seriously, I love him so much & he is so severely misunderstood in media & really enjoy what we’ve seen of him in epic!

But he loves to piss off his older siblings & instigate petty quarrels between them, but it doesn’t always work out how he planned. He does have a bit of a superiority complex & acts like he’s invincible, & it’s exactly that kind of cocky behavior that gets him caught

You’d never expect it, but Ares is actually quite the talker when he wants to be. (He likes listening to himself) & it just so happens to annoy both of them, so why would he shut up? Athena & Hephaestus are constantly having to put him in his place & remind him who the baby brother is & it flusters pisses him off so bad!

If they notice he seems particularly upset, then they take a gentler approach, or at least try to. They’re all awkward af. Hephaestus gets uncharacteristically goofy when he tries to cheer up his siblings. Sure he starts out pretty sincere & asks why they’re upset, & if it’s not super heavy he’ll proceed with the plan. He asks if they can smile, & if they don’t or say they can’t he starts to act a lil sillier & asks if they’ll ever smile again. Ares knows this game by heart, but he always holds out til the last second, claiming that no, he really will never smile again, fuck off (he doesn’t mean it) & Hephaestus knows that he’s playing along, but doesn’t call him out on it. Instead he just tickles him until Ares assures him that yes he feels better & that is a real smile on his face, no he’s not faking it, you asshole!

If Athena notices that he’s upset, she just goes up to him & asks if he wants to spar. He always says yes, & it’s fairly common for them to still train together. But while fighting she’ll try to bring up fond memories from battles or training sessions. She waits until he’s in a bit of a better mood before completely switching tactics. She’ll wait until she has ahold of him or pinned him down & then yell “tickle fight!” & digs in before he even realizes what’s happening. She doesn’t care if she’s collateral damage, she just wants to have some fun like old times & take his mind off things. & she loves to bully him about it the whole time, so it’s a perfect excuse

Ares is a pretty even match with both of them, so he really does have to put up a fight if he wants a chance at escape. But if they’re working together? Yeah dude’s a goner

& you are SO right about light tickles being his weakness! Especially because when he thinks of tickling, he automatically thinks of the more rough, hysterical laughter kind rather than the light grazing, giggle your head off kind. & that lowkey makes him short circuit & go completely mad. He’s not used to any kind of soft touch, so he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He gets soooo squirmy & giggly, it’s definitely the easiest way to get him flustered

& ever since he’s been with Athena, he’s a lot less touch starved. So don’t worry about him, she made sure to make up for lost time & show him what he was missing

[headspacedad]

The Duke's Obsession with his Wife

Have you ever read a story that had you completely wrapped up in the characters only for it to end horribly? Have you ever, like any sane person, decided that your only course of action was to rewrite it as fanfic? Well, congratulations, you've pretty much done what the heroine of this story did.

After finishing a story written in a fictional Victorian era, in which the male lead falls in love with the queen and becomes her own personal hound, hunting down her enemies and following her every command only to end up given a goblet of poison to drink at the end (which he drank) - our heroine is having NONE of it! The answer? Write some steamy NC17 fix-it-fic to give the fictional male lead the love and happy ending he never got in the original. Unfortunately for our heroine, her fanfic gets so popular that the author of the original story finds out about it and one strongly worded email later -

Our heroine finds herself inside the story, living the life of a woman that had exactly one line in the original novel. A line that said her father was a traitor to the queen and the queen's hound had hunted down and killed the entire family in response.

Can our heroine survive and change her family's fate!? Well, maybe she'd be able to devote more time to that if it wasn't for the annoying and handsome guy that shows up - with a proposition for her horse!

Okay, so this story isn't exactly breaking any new ground. It is absolutely following the road map you'd expect (at least so far). And I've got to say I'm really enjoying the ride (the scenery is familiar but in the good kind of way). What has me so delighted with the story are the characters and their interaction. Our heroine reminds me of a Jane Austin kind of heroine - she's suited to her time period but that just means her spunk and backbone are perfect as well and don't jar out of the setting of the story. She's smart, she's quick witted, she's self-aware and she's kind. Our annoying male lead? He's also smart, quick witted, self-aware and - well, he's a bit of an asshole but the kind of asshole that's willing to change his opinions or stances when he sees he's made a mistaken assumption. And, to me, most importantly he not only listens to the heroine (putting him ahead of a lot of male leads in manhwa) but he also observes what she doesn't say and pays attention. Watching them play off of each other, and slowly grow to respect and actually trust each other's company is lovely in, again, a way that feels vaguely Jane Austin to me and I would be along for the read simply for that alone but -

but the story our heroine remembers isn't going the way it did and it hasn't been before she even came into the picture. Something is changing things in unpredictable ways and even a dozen chapters in our heroine is smart enough to realize just how important it is to figure out what's going on before it punches her in the face. And I'm intrigued. Usually these stories rely on the heroine being the factor for change but this - I'm really ready to see what kind of possibilities this could give me instead of just the standard troupe.

Plus there is an adorable step-sister and I really need to find out if she ends up with the tall blond or not.

We're not far into the story, less than twenty chapters at this point, so its an easy catch up and the art work is pretty and clean without being over polished. I'm particularly fond of the facial expressions. Plus the costumes are simplified but absolutely beautiful - I'm a HUGE fan of the walking dress with the marigold and ribbon hair ornament.

So far I'm having fun with this one so I'm going to say its an easy recommendation at this point.

rating: PG so far

finished: no

warnings: parental neglect, blood, fat-shaming, parental and sibling belittling, horses eager to get it on

abs?: surprisingly not yet. He barely even takes off his gloves

go ahead, read it. I'm really curious to see if I'm the only one picking up Jane Austin vibes or not.

ps. the artist is doing an AMAZING job with the frames. Notice the blond leading the sister off the frame? The way the frame is so much bigger on the ML's side of the picture when he's leaning into the heroine's space? Chef's kiss

[ilildefoxy]

I saw your post and hehe. Everyone here are the two sonas I made for @wyervan's Slasher au >:}

And here's the yapping for everyone.

So the two are siblings. Helen and Atlas. Atlas is the older one, around as old as the boys, around he's 30s and Hel is around five years younger, around 23-25. Atlas was working for them for some time now and since Helen needs money for collage he called her over to work at the arcade. But she needs actual money and not plastic dinosaurs.

But they'll talk it out somehow.... right?

Helen is just as emo as she looks like, usually quiet and expressionless, just looking like she hates everything and everyone but just as quiet as sarcastic and mean she is. Yeah sure she's got a kinder side somewhere. Helen is pretty tall for her age, few inches shorter than her brother. She doesn't actually need her crutches, it's just easier to lure them in. Sure, she's sick but not that much. You'd ask why she needs to "lure them in"? Because she's a killer too. Just for the fun of it. She hunts her fun. Do not let her anywhere near the speakers. You do not want to know the kind of music she listens to. Honestly? She hates kids. Not like she'd hurt them or anything, but if a kid does annoy her too much she will not refrain from letting the kid taste her knuckles.

Now Atlas is more extroverted than she is. He wears dreads because their father did too. Even if he's kind, he can be a jerk if he wants to, just like Helen, he can easily make someone regret crossing him. He's loud and chaotic, a real punk though he's a total sweetheart to the kids. He is protective of his sister, not even he knows about her little hobby. He does not let either of the boys talk to her privately. Why? He's suspicious of them. He does not trust them at all. Well he does trust them just not with her? I don't have anything else for him.

[11queensupreme11]

I'm sure that a PJ book mentions that the immortal children of the gods like to annoy and play practical jokes on their parents' half-breed children, how the yanderes would react seeing them Percy being bullied and belittled by her brothers and sisters, this is already shown to us in the last hero of Olympus when Triton wants to make Percy understand that she is a coward and emphasizes to him that he is the heir of the seas (I've always wondered what the need for an "heir" is if his father is immortal) and that she is not technically a princess according to the label she is a Bastard because Sally was not even Poseidon's concubine when he was with her and that those who are true princesses are the two daughters of Poseidon with Amphitrite being the legitimate wife and Queen from Atlantis (her daughters are called Cimponela and Rhodes if I'm not mistaken)

(IM SORRY FOR NEVER ANSWERING THISSS BTWWWW 💀💀💀 i just have a lot of asks and im trying to shave them down jhdfjha)

im trying to remember canon, but i think triton was the only sibling percy met who was a jerk to him and DIDN'T get killed/attacked for it??? 😭😭

literally most of the siblings percy met tried to kill her and she retaliated by killing them so even tho they bullied her, she DEFINITELY dealt with them promptly 💀💀💀

BUT ANYWAY, poseidon and hades would be the most pissed about this i think.

poseidon's already mad that he has all these kids that are either ugly af, monstrous, and just "imperfect" to him in general, and now he finds out that they've been bullying his daughter (and, in more extreme cases, trying to kill her). like, how DARE they? this would also fuel his hatred for pjo poseidon because "control your fucking sperms you pos, they keep attacking MY daughter 😤". since he can't kill the godly children, he'd probably just toss them into tartarus as a form of "time out" asjfhjahvf 😭😭😭

hades is GREATLY disappointed but not to a murderous extent at least. "this is not how you treat your little siblings, young man/lady 😠, i expected better from you". he's THEEEE big brother of big brothers, so he would be very disgusted at how pjo! posideon's kids are behaving (and the other godly children tbh cuz wtf leave your little half-blood siblings alone!!!). he would also click his tongue at pjo! poseidon's poor parenting and would probs scold him to get better control over his godly children: "your children are bullies, you should be ashamed of yourself for letting this go on!!! DO BETTER!"

as for beelzebub, he'd be the same as poseidon but more swift about it. the SECOND he realizes that percy's godly siblings like to either bully/attack her, he's throwing them into tartarus. won't even hesitate or anything, he is NOT letting this go any longer because he's paranoid and overprotective like that.

apollo would be a mix between hades and beelzebub. since these godly kids are his beloved's siblings, he would TRY to tell them to either leave her alone or be nicer, but they're obviously not gonna listen so he's gonna whisk percy away to delos (kidnap) while he "deals with her siblings 😊". can't risk his darling being killed!

as for loki, he'd be pissed at the treatment, BUT he would encourage percy to get revenge. she'd most likely say no cuz she honestly doesn't wanna deal with her godly siblings (can't remember), so he would avenge her instead by playing some "harmless" pranks on them.

[kaileyrose28]

Dead Boy Walking

Part 1 is A Boy and His Sister, go read that first. Or don't.

PRT 3.

PRT4.

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Note.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ: Dead Boy Walking is a continuation of 'A Boy and His Sister'. This is set to the time of him being Robin, and as suggested by the title, this is going to be angsty. A sister that loves the boy she raised, her baby brother and he's out at night getting his shit beaten up. A Dead boy walking.

16+, obvious negligence surrounding childcare, parentified older sibling, sibling-loss, etcetera.

Teen boy angst, siblings being too different. LearningParent!Bruce. Death in the family adjacent.

2,594 words.

She's still wrapping her head around it, how it happened. One night she gets a call from some random number, picked it up by chance because her gut was telling her to do it.

She always thought that one day she'd get a phone call from the local department telling her to come identify a body. That it'd be him in a freezer, on a table. Gone because he wasn't ever one for listening.

She just hadn't expected what it actually was. Hell, she still doesn't and it's been three years since Bruce Wayne took in her brother, it was weird. Strange. She was skeptical and refused to let him take custody.

She fought tooth and nail for him. For Jason. After their mom died and dad ended up back in Blackgate, she took him. Finally fucking got him.

She got him.

And this rich prick comes prancing into their lives by chance? Because he tried stealing tires?

There was no court, no fight. No lengthy battle that put her deeper into debt.

Actually, the motherfucker paid off all her standing debt. All those loans, all those credit cards, the first custody battle with the state. It was all gone from her name.

She hated it. Hated the man thought he could just do that and she'd give him her brother. What is she, a fucking human trafficker?

He took her out to brunch three years ago today and explained everything to her. She wanted to think he wasn't hiding anything because he looked so honest, so sincere in his want to give a kid a life.

An orphan wanting to uplift a boy he sees himself in. She saw it, saw that look in his eye.

The kind men get when they aren't going to let go.

She didn't let go, she just loosened. She fell for that face.

They didn't tell her, no. She found out on her own.

Her fifteen-year-old brother was out there at night fighting fucking criminals, getting shiners and broken ribs when he should be studying and going to school. Having the life she never would've been able to give him.

She loosened because she thought Bruce would push him to education, to a life, to one that didn't mean sleepless nights and worry about penny-pinching for dinner.

Instead, he gave him sleepless nights, a costume, and the ability to hate and take that hate out on people.

And now—now she was sitting on the coffee table in her shitty apartment with her baby brother on her sofa as she cleaned a gash above his eyebrow. Her baby. Her little boy was bleeding.

He was meant to be the one that got out, the one that could have the life. The future.

And instead, she's staring at his future, as bleak as it would've been with her. And it guts her. Because he's still just a boy, her boy.

"Jay..." His name leaves her quietly as she closes the first-aid kit she had beside her, it's the first thing said between them since he climbed through her balcony window.

"Don't start." His voice was raspy, hoarse. Snippy. Like he was exasperated over her worry like it was uncalled for. Here he is, beaten up, and he's annoyed she's worried?

She stares at him for a second, his gaze averted to the carpet. His hair was matted, bloody in the patch of hair at his temple, face pale and dirty with grime and his own blood.

He looked older than her and yet a boy all at the same time.

Eyes haunted, face pulled tight, arms crossed like he needs to play defense with her. Like a stranger.

She held him as an infant, fed him, and loved him. Watched him grow. And now she's watching him self-destruct in the same way a Todd is destined to.

By their own hands.

"Why are you doing this, huh? Some kind of white-knight complex? What's he been telling you?" She leaned closer to him, tilting her head to try and catch his gaze. Her elbows propped on her knees to hold her weight.

His eyes suddenly snap to hers, all fiery with anger. Like she said the bad thing. And he's angry at her, and it's so bright. His fingers fisted and his knuckles were white with the pressure. "Why're you makin' it such a bad thing to go out there and– and help people!?"

He's a kid, not a hero. And if that's what he's being told, that he can make some kind of difference in a city allergic to change, he's being exploited.

Because this city will never change.

And he's being fed this idealistic view of a better thing, that maybe if he extends himself just enough the mother herself will bend to his will for good.

He's naive, a boy. And she hates that this is what it's being used for.

"You're fifteen, you're only meant to go to school and make friends. Not fight people in alleyways and rooftops. Not getting your fucking ribs and face broken in." She scoffs, standing up from her seat on the coffee table, and taking the kit with her.

His eyes follow, so full of that anger. Like she's crushing everything that he is. And she doesn't want to, hates to see that on his face. But she won't see him be snuffed out by this city like she has everyone else.

"What'ddu know, huh? You hide— you hide away in this apartment doin' bum-fuck nothin'!" He all but shouts at her, shooting up from the sofa on wobbly knees. She fights the urge to help him, to sit him back down.

His words are biting, meant to hurt. And they do, they do. But he's just angry, just upset she's throwing reality to his idealism.

"If you think this," she gestures a hand at his bright costume dulled with grime, "is going to do anything, whatever it is you think it will, you're wrong." The words gradually grow in volume because he's just not listening.

"You're going to diedoing this, you're going to die in that stupid costume. You're going to fucking go out and no one will know who you fucking are because you're just the boy who got taken out by Gotham." She yells, the kit dropping halfway through and she ends up two feet from his face.

"I'm not going to lose my baby brother because of some dumb fucking idea that this city will ever change. Whatever he's telling you, it's the delusion of a sad, miserable man." She leans to his level, hands going to his shoulders like it'll make him hear the words, not the tone.

"Get off me!" He shouts, shoving her back with rough hands to her chest. She stumbles back, the coffee table ending up the only reason she doesn't fall.

They stare at each other, both wide-eyed—the same blue shade mirroring.

He looks guilty, and sad, for a moment. Like a kicked puppy who got cornered and didn't know what else to do but lunge. And she knows that, and it hurts. Because she can't save him.

"I love you, Jay." She murmurs, straightening herself back up. She just wishes he'd hear her. That he'd know she was just trying to protect him.

Something nobody else seems to be doing.

He just scoffs, that look steeling back up to anger and callousness. "Yeah, whatever." He grabs his mask off the cushion opposite to the one he'd sat on earlier. Shoving it back on he heads for the window. "Don't talk to me."

The words have her heart in her stomach because he sounds so sure of it. Of the fact he doesn't want her to be around him. And it's sickening.

Because she's watching him leave, the same way he came stumbling in bleeding, and she can't do anything about it.

He wouldn't listen.

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It was November when he died. She remembers it exactly because everything had been numb when she got the phone call. The very one she'd been waiting years for by then. She always knew it'd happen one way or another.

He was gullible and naive, and he tried so hard to be approved of, by the kids he ran with sometimes before Bruce took him in, by her. By their mom. And then it was Bruce he chased after.

He just wanted to be something to be proud of. He wanted to prove himself. He was impulsive and reckless and so full of too much heart that it killed him. It always would have killed him in the end, wouldn't it?

Good things never last long.

She didn't want to know how, she didn't want to see the body. She couldn't stomach it, couldn't stand the idea that the last sight she'd see of her baby brother would be what was left behind.

So, she didn't.

Alfred invited her to the funeral, and she went. And she sat in the back

because she wanted to kill him. Kill Bruce for doing this. Kill him for letting Jason in on that life.

For letting him wear that costume.

That stupid fucking costume.

She hated him for the fact that the last moment she had with her baby was an argument because Jason idolized him so much.

And she cried when his casket was buried because it was when it all caved in.

Her baby brother was dead, taken by the same city that seemed to take everything golden and good.

She couldn't do anything about it, just like she couldn't do anything about it that night. He was an unstoppable force of nature, he did as he did and nobody could tell him otherwise.

A golden heart with a stubborn brain.

A Todd.

He came in like one—cold, abandoned, and scraping for love. And he went out like one—stubborn, all by his own impulsivity to be something.

But Jason was already someone, she knew that. Saw it.

But he never saw it for himself.

And now she doesn't get to see who he may have become. He would've been great.

He would've changed things.

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"What book did you decide on?" She asks as they walk back through the aisles towards the front, she's practically dead on her feet but she manages a smile for him.

He's holding two, one in each hand. One looks like a comic, the other something more novel-ish. Old. Like a Jane Austen. He looks up at her with a bright smile, lifting the left one to read the title first.

"Found this one, zombies." He says, showing her the cover with a grin that can only be described as boyish. He drops the hand down to lift the other book, the installment for the latest series he'd been reading.

Her smile melts and she lifts a hand to run through his hair, tugging him closer as she looks ahead to watch where they're going. She liked it when he was happy and excited.

When he let himself be a kid.

"That's neat, which one're ya planin' to read first?" She asks the question just to keep the conversation going, to let him fall into that simple excitement. He deserved a break from the stress of existing for everyone else.

"This one, I wanna finish the series. Then I'll probably move on ta' the zombies." He explains, looking at both book covers with furrowed brows like it'll decide for him in case he second-guesses.

"It'll keep ya busy, the fun kind." She says, giving the back of his neck a squeeze before letting go when they reach the counter—thankfully they're the only ones up there.

He reaches up and sets them on the counter, his smile not there for the librarian. He's not shy, far from it, he's just skeptical. Which she supposes is pretty fair considering.

She pulls out the wad of cash she'd counted in the diner earlier, counting off the amount needed after the books got rung up. Forty-five dollars and eighty-nine cents. Which isn't really terrible, but it's half her made money.

She doesn't give that away, just leans a hip against the counter to block his view as she hands the amount over before shoving the remainder into her pocket.

The librarian puts the two books in a bag, the receipt with it with a few changes loose in there. She grabs the bag and pulls it off the counter to hold it down to him, he takes it near instantly.

He peeks inside like he's gotta make sure both are securely inside, when he's satisfied he smiles and holds it in both arms in a hug against his stomach. She rests a hand on his shoulder to steer him toward the exit.

"Ready to get home?" She mutters, opening the door with an elbow. He walks through first and she follows immediately behind, keeping him close by the hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah. We gonna pick some dinner up?" He asks, his focus around them and on the book bag. She focuses enough for the both of them anyway, steering them towards the bus stop they'd been at an hour ago.

"Yeah. Chinese?" She mutters absent-mindedly, stopping by the sign. She wraps a loose arm around his shoulders to hold him against her front.

He holds onto the bag securely like someone will steal it right from him and he's well prepared to go out biting any hands and arms that come too close. "Definitely."

She smiles and nods despite the fact he can't see it, but she's sure he knows she'll get him Chinese regardless of if he can see her agreement.

She'd get him anything, and he knows that.

She'll always do whatever she can to make sure he has what he wants as well as what he needs.

He's her baby brother, she'd give the world up for him.

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But the world eventually takes, and it feels like it took the last of her humanity when it took him from her. What's a world when the very golden hue that kept her intact, that made her tolerate it, was gone.

You give a person something to cradle, to nurture, to grow and then you rip it right out from under them.

She swaddled him at night. Scraped together money for milk when her mom never stopped the drugs. She gave up eating so he could. She sold her things to buy him clothes and shoes as he grew.

Watched him fall and get back up, watched him scrape palms and knees and giggle away the ache. She watched him as his innocence faded the first time their parents fought and he could understand fear.

She watched when innocent scraped knees became shiners and bruised ribs. When mom's candy became drugs. When dad's work became jail and crime.

She watched him go from coloring on old paper to running the streets. She watched him go from smiling to wary. She watched him go from childlike to haunted.

Watched him go from her baby brother to something unrecognizable as anything but a martyr in a world full of hands reaching too close.

And martyrs eventually die.

He never should've been one. She never should've let go. Not to a miserable, sad man like Bruce Wayne.

She knew how to fight, how to know what's dangerous. And yet, he snuck by. And her negligence cost her brother's life.

A deal she never meant to make.

God, she just wants her brother back.

[kazu-mori]

Reina Mori bio-Part one

Reina in FC Nanbu jersey

Name:森 怜奈, Mori Reina

Nationality: half Japanese

B-day: February 28th

Height: 1,48m (Kid's Dream arc), 1,64m (Boy's Fight arc-onward)

Weight: won't tell

Hair color: chestnut brown

Eye color: bright gray/blueish

Complexion: pale with beauty marks

Family: a Father, Mother, older brother Kazuya

Likes: drawing, playing soccer [formerly], watching soccer, collecting data on the players, reading horror stories, gossiping, trading barbs with Kazuya and annoying him, napping, running, exercising yoga

Dislikes: crowds, nosy people, drawing too much attention to herself, household chores

Love interest(s): none at this moment/won't tell that either

Personality: Reina shares a few similarities with her brother, such as stubborness, dislike for crowds and being the center of an attention. Which sometimes can't really be escaped for her, as she's rather tall for Japanese standards, and considered eye-catching by some. Something she's totally oblivious to, as she seems to display very little interest in boys (at least, when her brother is around).

She may be outspoken, brilliant and forceful when she's really passionate about something, but also, can be extremely withdrawn and shy at the same time. She is good at listening to the others, but doesn't like sharing her own feelings with anyone. Even if there's someone she likes at the moment, she certainly won't be letting them know. In her second year of middle school, Mori had braced herself and given someone a chocolate box as V-day gift, but decided last minute against signing it or delivering in person, leaving the gift an anonymous one.

In her elementary school years, Reina had used to play soccer herself, and was considered to be a promising winger. During ES Tournaments, her main rivals were girl twins from FC Shimabara.

The Miyazakis from FC Shimabara and Reina, exchanging remarks before the match However, eventually, Mori's all-girls team got dissolved due to only a few members active. Persistent to continue to play, Reina simply decided to join the boy's team. There, she faced a hard time with prejudices, as some of the boys thought the only suitable position for a girl in a soccer team was to be a manager. Despite that, she succesed to earn her position on the field. As the time passed, she found it harder and harder to physically compete with the boys in the long run, but made her best to train more.

Then, happened something that forced her to resign from playing soccer altogether, an ankle injury due to a forceful sliding tackle from a boy player of an opposite team, severe enough to remove her from the field for the rest of the match as well as the whole season, and making her secretly fearing to play again. (One of CT games introducted mixed teams in the side stories. I incorporated it in my story.)

Recovering at home just before moving out of Saitama pref

She remains a fan and takes an avid interest in soccer tactics. She's a gifted artist. Unlike her bro, she easily learns foreign languages, which proves to be useful when the Japan team travels to Europe.

At some point of time, she and Kumi Sugimoto had met, and remained in contact with each other since then, as they simply liked to hang out together, and both were slightly younger than the rest (Reina is older than Kumi. But still younger than her brother. Before you ask, how is that possible, the logic of my headcanon was saved by "Irish Twins" term. It means siblings born apart of 12 - 18 months from each other. It's not very common today, but still plausible). Upon finding out about Kumi's unrequited infatuation with Tsubasa Ozora, and how bravely she had confessed to the boy despite being aware she had no chances with him (something she'd never done herself) Reina, impressed, hoped she'd break the bad luck by introducing the girl to Kazuya, who had been similarly unfortunate when it comes to dating matters.

[to be updated, as my story progresses. Art here by @enjoybeingsurrounded]

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miguelito-maruti-blog request: Heyo! Can I request my Male MafuSib Makoto comfort hcs with N25? I have a busy schedule this week, and it made me want to scream and cry due to how heavy the load is. You can also add other characters of your choice.

Thanks!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HiHi! Of course!! I know some are kinda short but I hope it's alright ToT

Also this is kinda late so I really hope your school week wasn't that bad 😞 Hope this is alright too love <3 Remember to take breaks!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

✧ Kanade comforted Mafuyu many times already. She's aware siblings still might be different from each other yet she decides to keep the same approach just in case

✧ first she'll ask you if anything's bothering you and if you'd want to talk about it. But if not, she won't force you into speaking

✧ she'll be more secret instead of asking bluntly again... maybe she'll ask you to play a beat? She'll play a song and ask you how it makes you feel?

"Here. This site is great for making your own rhythm. Would you like to give it a chance for me?"

✧ don't underestimate her! I feel like she'd spend whole night figuring out your feeling behind the beat and may even ask Mafuyu for confirmation here and there

✧ she also is later curious about how similar you are... so she does indeed keep the same approach to both you, and your sister

✧ but if you end up just spilling it all out to her, she'll be there patiently listening to you and then trying her best to comfort you as well as she possibly can

✧ she's quite like caring mother so... it may actually help with making you feel a bit more comforted?

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @miguelito-maruti-blog @hakulivesformusic @hayillaaaaaaa @ravenmoon903 - come get your noodle lover...

✧ Mafuyu being your sister most likely knows the best what you may be struggling with

✧ she's not very good at comfort tho... she may notice it easily but not give the best comfort...

✧ when she'll notice something is wrong she'll first wait for you two to be alone and then will just sit next to you in silence not hiding behind her facade

"Do you want to talk about something?"

✧ she's rather blunt... but if you want to talk, she'll listen and nod

✧ if you don't want to talk, she'll offer just sitting together in silence and listening to music!

✧ she doesn't like giving meaningless words of reassurance so she'll mostly just be there for you and hear you out...

✧ though if it has anything to do with your parents, I feel like both of you would end up exchanging little complains here and there

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @miguelito-maruti-blog @wabatle @ravenmoon903 - come get your aquarium lover...

✧ when Ena heard about your problems, she really tried to help praying silently that you won't be as annoying as your sister

✧ she'll calmly ask you if you want to talk about your problems... if you hide it behind "it's alright ' face, she'll definitely get a little mad...

✧ but if you spill it out, she actually turns out to be very good at comforting!

✧ and don't worry if you can't find words for that~ she'll give you paper and few crayons and ask you to draw something without judging

✧ if you agree it's only gonna help her understand you more and give the better comfort!

"It's alright... Let all of your feelings out. You can even rip the paper, burn it, anything that you feel would be right."

✧ she definitely heard about art therapy here and there and learned about it more or less... either for school or her own curiosity

✧ so when she gets the chance to use that knowledge, she's actually pretty excited and puts her heart to it!

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @miguelito-maruti-blog @muffin-the-dog121 @ravenmoon903 - come get your cheesecake lover~

✧ once Mizuki notices something's wrong, they'd be the type to ask you about it once and respect whatever your answer was!

✧ if you decided to tell them about what's bothering you, they'll patiently listening, maybe even keeping physical contact for comfort if possible

✧ if you decide to not tell them though, they'll respect it and tell you, you can reach out to them any time

"It's okey. I get it! But if you ever change your mind, know my offer still stands. I'll be always ready for your vent message, call or anything! Promise!"

✧ and it's indeed true! Whenever you text them something, they reply in a lightning speed even if it's something small to assure you they were telling the truth

✧ in the end, their style of comforting is just being there and hopefully distracting you form whatever's bothering your mind if possible

✧ and if it's not possible, they'll of course try to hell by making you face the problem with them by your side!

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @miguelito-maruti-blog @written-by-kafka @superstar-ethereal @ravenmoon903 - come get your cuties lover~

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere alphabet for Princess Celestia, please? 🦄

I can try my best, sure! Here's more Princess Celestia content :) Not fully proofread, there may be mistakes.

Yandere Alphabet - Princess Celestia

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Isolation, Manipulation, Deception, Abuse of power, Clingy behavior, Jealousy, Imprisonment, Deception, Restraints, Forced companionship/relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Celestia takes on a mentor-like role with her darling no matter her intentions. Many ponies look up to her and trust her. This allows Celestia to get away with her obsessive tendencies.

Celestia can come off as intense at times due to her manipulative tendencies. However, the princess is extremely affectionate with her obsession. She'd pamper and spoil her darling... no matter what they think about it.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Celestia has no need for violence, she prefers to use her influence. So, her white hooves stay pristine for her darling.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Celestia would want to pamper her darling. She's a princess... of course she can decorate and gift things to her darling! The best food, clothing, and care money can buy!

She wouldn't mock you unless you tried to expose her obsession or something.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She has the power to do so, but it depends on your behavior towards her.

She can be forceful... but hopefully she doesn't have to.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Celestia can be rather honest about her feelings. She isn't very vulnerable but she can be open with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Disappointed more than annoyed. She really thought you would be better than this...

But this can always be corrected.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not really and she'd feel disappointed. The only time it's a game is when she realizes no pony believes your claims on her obsession. In that case, she's teasing.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Her punishments I assume. For the most part Celestia is lowkey and doesn't hurt you. Yet when you don't cooperate...

She locks you away, a chain on your back leg, and no pony else to talk to...

Not even her for who knows how long.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You being by her side somehow. Be it as a friend, student, adopted sibling, or a romantic partner. Her intentions dictate which one you fall under.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and I feel Celestia starts petty, trying to cope in her own way. But soon her tolerance runs out... leaving her to lash out more.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Manipulation, Suffocating, Obsessive, Possessive/Protective, Caring, Mischievous, and occasionally Strict/Disciplinary.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You could work under her, be a student, or a younger princess she took under her wing. Her intentions dictate the way she approaches you.

Celestia starts very subtle with her obsession. Subtle care, subtle favoritism. You can barely tell something is wrong.

That is until you begin to be isolated and no pony listens to you...

By that point Celestia has you where she wants you.

Yes. No pony believes her intentions to be dark... just you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation and restraints. You're essentially in a gilded prison cell with no contact until she feels you've "learned" something.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many depending on your behavior.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

She may not move on or take a long time with it.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Not really and maybe with a guard or two.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity... but maybe childhood if you think about it. It's lonely at the top.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She'd try to comfort you the best she can. Although she views your outbursts as "temper tantrums", she'll help you through it.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Reciprocating, or at least playing along with Celestia, will get you some useful privileges.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would go to great lengths to keep you in her castle and under her care.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

If she did pine, maybe for a year or year and a half.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.

[superkooku]

Since I have noticed you're an Asterion defender, may I suggest you watch "Icare" 2022? It's a French animated movie which focuses on the possibility that the Minotaur was originally a gentle soul and was corrupted by King Minos' harsh treatment. It's beautifully animated and the design of Minotaur is simply epic (seriously, just google images for him).

Maybe the one thing you may dislike about the movie is the portrayal of Ariadne. She's depicted as a total bitch and a jerkass spoiled princess who hates the Minotaur as much as everyone else (sorry, no sibling empathy between the two) and cares only about herself. Oh, and her being abandoned in Naxos is mostly treated less of a nasty move by Theseus and more of her getting her comeuppance. Oh, and there's no Dionysus to save her.

Very interesting ask, anon ! And I'm kinda glad you took the time to read through some of my posts :3. I heard of this movie and kinda forgot about it.

As you guess, this summary leaves me in a very ambiguous position.

I'll start by analyzing each element separately.

Asterius (and other positives)

Quite frankly, seeing him as a straight up pacifist doesn't fit the myths. Since he did kill and eat these people.

However, it's the circumstances that make me sympathize for him, as he was thrown in the Labyrinth by an uncaring "father figure"

The description you gave doesn't go too far in the former direction and is actually very interesting to explore ! Asterius having a naive soul due to him not being tainted by the outside world and ultimately no bad intentions but just wild instinct and rage at his loneliness.

And I kinda like the Minotaur's design here, ngl. He looks kinda human, not like a demon from Berserk or a guy in armor. If anything, he gives me Ghibli monster vibes. I dig it !!

He has these childish vibes that definitely fit his secluded lifestyle and potentially hope (that would unfortunately be in vain)

Seeing Icarus build a friendship with him is actually a very cute idea and the potential for a bittersweet movie.

And the artstyle is absolutely adorable btw :3

Ariadne :(

Thanks for the trigger warning 🤣. I feel like this is the exact opposite problem with Jennifer Saint's version but that has the same effect.

Instead of being a passive doormat in one retelling, this Ariadne sounds like a typical pick-me-girl who doesn't respect her promises. And she's spoiled 😮‍💨. In the end, she's stripped of all her qualities and demonized.

She sounds exactly like the kind of character I dislike. Not that I hate them because they're despicable, like a well-written villain, but rather annoying nuisances on screen, wasting my time, and if I didn't love her mythical counterpart so much, I'd say she'd deserve to end up alone on that island. (Sorry but I came across this type of character before and they never fail to aggravate me).

Listen, I see a way we could alter this so it works. Maybe we could show Ariadne resigning herself to see Asterius die not because she hates him or finds him disgusting but because he suffers too much and is beyond saving (at least as long as other lives are on the line).

Probably dedicating a scene where she says farewell to him and maybe Icarus' more idealistic perspective could be confronted to her knowing Asterius better and how Minos mishandled him.

Betraying her half-brother could be a very dramatic and bittersweet plot point that could leave a lot of scars in her psyche.

It's a shame that she's characterized like that because I like her design, she looks cute and idk, her hair being red wine is a tiny detail that looks cool (if she's the ginger girl in the cover).

Also, imagine Ariadne, Icarus AND Asterius being secret buddies or something. A tragic friendship.

Fortunately, I get to regularly enjoy some good Ariadne stuff on @margaretkart 's blog (and more sporadically from other artists, dw).

Because adaptation-wise, there aren't that many interesting portrayals of her other than the sources and maybe the Roberta Gellis book that I WILL get to one day.

(I'd take an interesting adaptation of her character even without Dionysus and stuff. Just something of substance for her would be great)

The rest

EXCEPT for Ariadne being ruined, I'm curious about how others are shown. Icarus seems to be a cute kid. But how about Minos ? He'll have a seemingly negative portrayal, which tbf fits this story.

But I wonder if Pasiphae will be any better. Or Phaedra will maybe be more complex than her sister if she appears at all.

Hopefully Daedalus will have an interesting role.

I also wonder why Theseus abandons her in this version though. Because he hates her or just because he forgets ? Or how Theseus is portrayed in general.

As a hero, as a jerk, or as the massive airhead he is in mythology?

I may check out this movie one day and write a review post.

[alizadnubby]

╰ ➤ ⋆˚ 🎞 ˖° ❝ marie winchester headcanons ❞

homegirl has a stomach of iron. born from giving all her snacks to sam and dean as a kid and scrounging around for scraps on her own time, marie will eat just about anything. sam has an aneurysm everytime marie insists "it's fine if you just cut off the moldy part!"

marie can't sleep without noise. i don't think she'd listen to things like white noise or asmr, she just makes her own. marie always has a fan running or the tv on ( her favorite sleeping shows in the early seasons were probably crime documentaries, but older marie favors more hallmark-y type films and shows. )

her love language is quality time and acts of service. marie didn't get much attention in her childhood, so doing something like watching tv with her brothers or playing stupid road games means a lot to her. she also loves going halfsies on meals ( her and dean usually pick two things they want to try and then split them down the center. )

marie takes an absurdly long time in the bathroom, not because she needs to, but because it irritates sam and dean to no end. every shower is an everything shower when you're the only girl in the family and no one can bust in. she also makes it her personal mission to use all the hot water ( vengeance, she calls it. sam and dean just call it annoying. )

speaking of showers, marie ranks hotel shampoos and soaps. as a kid it was sort of just a pass time, but it persisted into adulthood as a habit. the list isn't written down anywhere, but her all time favorite is a cherry scented one from illinois, though she has yet to stumble across that one again. her close second is head & shoulders 2 in 1 green apple.

has never worn a bathing suit in her life. she flat out refuses. not because she's uncomfortable or self-conscious, just because she doesn't see a point. why spend money on a bathing suit when regular work and wash just fine? she usually wears shorts and a t-shirt into any given body of water.

marie knows how to fish in theory, but would actually rather die than sit around waiting. bobby tried to get her to be his fishing buddy, but her only interest was in eating his snacks and swimming in the rivers and ponds. it always scared the fish away, but bobby didn't complain too much.

john ditched marie at bobby's more often than he ditched the boys. at first marie loathed bobby, she thought he was the devil, blamed him babysitting her when she could be out hunting monsters with the men of her family. the first couple months of this arrangement were hell, lots of kicking and punching and crying, but if anyone considered bobby their dad first, it was marie.

marie has a favorite brother and will admit it without shame- it's sam. it's sort of a no brainer, really, sam is her twin. sam gets her on a level no one else is capable of. they're the winchester siblings who got away, the winchester siblings with the demon blood in them, the winchester siblings who lost their apple pie lives and spend the rest of their lives fighting for normalcy they'll never find. sam understands her, even when she does something shitty and stupid and selfish, and marie tries to do the same, yet sometimes on dark nights and on long car rides, marie can't help but resent him.

he got everything she wanted as a kid. he got dad's attention, he got to be involved with hunting, he got to exist without being likened to mary every five seconds. he got into stanford, lived a nice, fancy life in california. marie had none of that, so to her, him losing jessica and losing stanford was fate setting them even. if she can't have her normal life, he can't have his. it's only fair, isn't it? she doesn't voice this though, not ever, because when she really listens to herself, really thinks about how awful that actually sounds, she starts to feel sick.

marie's recollection of her childhood isn't always one hundred percent faithful. she's angry, she's rotten and she's mad and sometimes that makes it hard for her to see. every warm hug john ever gave her, every time she found comfort and safety in the smell of oil and leather and booze is forgotten. marie forgets it, ignores it, in favor of her anger, simply because it's easier. rage is something she can cling onto and make sense of. it's easier to make john a villain than to try to understand him, marie figures. it hurts less.

marie makes fake playlists full of songs dean hates with a passion and passes them off as her honest to god music taste. this isn't necessarily true per say (marie will listen to anything, ) but the look on dean's face as he starts a fifteen minute rant and drowns out his own music is priceless. "little victories, sammy." marie insists, smacking sam on the shoulder when he asks why exactly she keeps doing it. he doesn't think it's a very good answer, but marie always looks especially pleased with herself.

whenever it's cold out, marie likes drawing on the impala. she'll draw smiley faces on windows and cats on the snow covered hood. ( dean complains about this a lot, but finds himself really missing it after she dies. ) marie also likes leaving horrifying messages on bathroom mirrors, that way when the boys take a shower, it reappears on the steam covered glass. they never find it particularly funny, but she gets a kick out of it.

marie's fic is here if anyone is interested!

[stupidlittlespirit]

just thinking about you, hope you're doing alright and everything went fine with the grandparents. sending love ❤️

Ahh thank you so much! <3

I'm gonna put this under a cut bc I'm just rambling really.....

I got there and had a cup of tea with them/chatted, and everything seemed fine. They said I wouldn't have to see my mum, but she needed to come over to dog sit while we (me and my grandparents) went out to lunch together, so I said that's fine because that can't be helped. I expected to just have to sort of politely say hi or whatever as we passed.

But she came in and just made herself at home, and my grandparents were like 'oh we're going to go and get ready to leave' (which felt very deliberate) and conveniently left me and her alone in the living room for like a half hour. So I had to talk to her. It was fine, like no drama or anything, but I was annoyed.

Then they came back and my grandmother was like 'oh it's such a shame your mum can't come with us' (to lunch) and I said oh no well someone's got to stay and look after the dog so..... Again, a very deliberate attempt. I know my grandmother has early stage Alzheimer's though, so I don't know if I can be too angry about that because it's hard to tell if she's even really in her right mind. That said, I'm fairly sure she'd have done the same even if she was compos mentis, so.....

My grandparents and I went and had lunch which was very nice, I had a nice time even though I was still on edge. Then we got back to theirs and my mum was still there. She could have just left when we got back, she'd even said beforehand that she had other stuff to do, but she didn't. She stayed. So, I ended up having another cup of tea and talking to them/her for like an hour.

Again, it wasn't terrible. She wasn't rude or anything, we got on and it was all perfectly pleasant. But I don't think that's the point, if that makes sense?? It was a fairly deliberate play by all of them to get me to see her/her inserting herself after explicitly knowing I didn't want to see her. The unfortunate thing is that they win either way because they know I have two options:

1. I refuse to stay/see them and cause a 'drama', which can then be used by them to motivate their narrative that I'm The Bad Child, which has always been their stance, and give them cause to tell everyone how cruel and evil I am for not wanting to see them after 'all they've done for me'. Word would inevitably get back to my sibling and it could cause friction between us (even though I know I wouldn't have actually done anything wrong) and I don't want to risk losing my relationship with them because they're all I've got.

Or, 2. My mum and grandparents get the nice feeling of knowing they've flattened me down and that I've just given in like I'm supposed to. They enjoy 'winning' and to them, making me do what they want and getting their own way is a win.

So, although there was no fighting or whatever, I still feel like I lost. I could have done what I said I was going to do and hit the bricks, and I'm kicking myself for not doing it, believe me. I should have just been strong enough to say fuck this and left, but I just got this overwhelming miserable feeling of who cares? What's the fucking point? and I know that's probably what they were all counting on but whatever.

I saw my lovely friend afterwards and we hung out for a while together, so I left on a good note in the end anyway. That was really fun.

It's a very strange experience going back, though. I return to the town I spent 27 years in and I feel like a total stranger. Nothing feels familiar and everything feels wrong and uncomfortable, like I'm wearing shoes that are a size too small or something. But then I hop on the train and come to London, and I immediately feel like I'm home. I come out of the station and I listen to the drunk people being silly in a way that's indescribably specific to this city and I think yeah, this is where I'm meant to be. This is home. And that's nice. It just reiterates to me that I've made the right choice to live here and leave all of that behind.

[typosandtea]

Wip whenever! x2

Tagged by @notanandalitebandit and @fablewritesnonsense !! Thanks so much ^_^. I no pressure tag @secondhand-lions @gardening--tools @acorncoffeeformysweetheart @fuzzydreamin @romaniwasteland @voidthewanderer + if you see this and would also like to! (Sure that’s lots of tags but I love all your work and could tag so many more people too)

Drawing:

Charlie tagged tango in [this post] so annoying sibling vibes tango and piper gets to shine hehe

Writing:

Inspired by [this post] Bandit reblogged a little while ago tagged with fo4 that put bees in my brain:

Fo4 dead wife came back wrong.txt

This is still in what I presume is the early stages of draft 1 with much to write still, though I have no idea how the process will turn out for me since I’m still figuring out this whole creative writing thing! It’s a bit of a jumble of notes and dialog so sorry if it’s difficult in its present state! I haven’t quite got dialog pacing yet but it’s progress from nothing! There is weird spacing from it not copying formatting nicely. It’s as vanilla as possible postgame so none of my usual fellas are there!

The Vault

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Despite codsworth's incessant fussing at breakfast, Nate ran into no trouble on the short hike up to the rusting vault.

of course it was easy since he'd made most of the trecherous journey in the days before, much of the danger wasnt even from the usual threats, supermutants, remaints or the like, but from the shear strength of the gale that had the audacity to stop each time they took shelter.

its like the comonweath skies were laughing at him each time he emerged to thick clouds only to inevetably be drenched within 15 minutes again.

Curie, a modified miss nanny that he and Hancock had freed from the depths of the disease infested vault recently was following along, and she had more to say about the hazards of the commonweath than he would have liked,

"Monsuer, this weather may be hazardous to your health, temperature sensors indicate zat zis rain is a potential for hypothermia," she fretted "And zis radiation! oh its is postively frightful zat the basline levels are so high, and the levels in the rain! mon dieu." [fix terrible accent]

While he appreciated the concern, his pateience had worn thin with her near constant commentary on his health and the state of the commonwealth among other things over the muddy trek (ze diseases!),

though he understands where shes coming from, after all he too was horrified only so many months ago,

christ, had it only been a year? he felt like he had aged a century in that time.. perhaps the cryo messed whith his sense of time he had wondered, that or his age was finaly catching up to him.

After they took shelter for the umptenth time yesterday, triggred by his pipboy's geiger crackling to life nearly in sync with curie and a particularly close peal of thunder. once somewhat settled he had` asked her about the the effects of cryo, he hadnt understood most of what she'd said, but the few tidbits he did glean from her overly technical explanation were worring to say the least.

Nate is brought crashing back to the present by the dull thud of the vaults elevator echoing mournfuly under his distracted march. Pausing to let the echos die away relatively undisurbed, bar the sound of curies engines, he listened

Standing stone still on that spot again, he drank in his surroundings while he waited.

The wind whistling through the death-tinted trees, the autumn sun just barely clawing its way though gaps forming in yesterdays gale, the rustle of leaves freshly liberated by the breeze on the decaying ground, there seems to be less crows about this year though.

All a far cry from the picturesque oranges and blues of the clear day he rembers centries ago, its as if the shock wave had blasted the very colours from the world.

Keeping an eye on his pipboy he directs curie to the elevators controls, [(go into vault to mourn Nora, but curies sensors pick up that Nora is faintly clinging to life, her sensors are much more sensitive than the vaults) que pandemonium ]

Task force

0==[x]:::::::::> 2 <:::::::::[x]==0

(The hurricane of activity to get Nora from deaths door in the vault to stable in the castle. Amari and curie integral, Hancock and Preston rally people to make it possible. Nate is terrified of losing her again, )

Hosptial

0==[x]:::::::::> 3 <:::::::::[x]==0

(Now that she's stable and here in front of him he's terrified that she won't remember him. Oh she does remember him and her son!!! So much awkward explanations for what Nate had had to do. Explains that the institute and the bos had to go for peace. She rejects this. )

Nora (aghast): have you gone mad??

Nate(frustrated that nora doesnt get it): Look around! the whole worlds gone mad nora!! nothing is the same anymore I- .. we've had to change to survive, everyone out here is fighting to live every day!

Nora: and why do you think that is nate!! fighting only leads to more war, And no, I don't think you've really changed at all nate, you're still the same tool of a man the military forged, a 'war hero' who solves his problems by blowing them up!" Nora spat with more venom that nate remembered these arguments ever having.

Nate(desperate): "listen to me nora" nate pleaded "you cant reason with the monsters out there, they kill without discretion, because they can!"

noras eyes were narrowed practically to slits "Is that what you called our son, a monster?" she takes a shaky breath "funny how its still 'us and them' after all these years, I though you would have learnt the consequences the first time" Nora snarls coldly

Nate: "No Nora please I'm not talking about people — "

nora: "PEOPLE?? so your enemies dont even qualify as human to you anymore what the hell is -"

"LISTEN TO ME" Nate roars having lost patience "the radiation and the institute has done awful things to people and animals out there, they are quite literally not people anymore -"

hancock, from the doorway: "careful what line you tread there sunshine .. "

nate: "Feral, mirelurks, supermutants, and god damn deathclaws among other things are all over the commonwealth, and they kill and eat inocent people all the time, our whole mission is to protect people from monsters like them and raiders! "

Nora: "…. And what about these raiders? are they even people to you either? do you strike them down without even trying to talk? " accusing

nate: "its not like that! they attack first!" defensive, arms rasied in exasperation.

Nora: "what was it you told me after anchorage? that you wished you were allowed to try to talk to the reds? that you wished you could be anywhere that wasn't killing on command? well guess what you bastard, who's orders are you on now? who's keeping diplomacy out of your bloodied hands this time?" she practically spat,

nora's eyes were a-flame like he had forgotten they could be, how he had missed her firey passion for its warmth, her strength, but right now she was a raging inferno of justice, and he couldn't even look at her .. he'd fallen in love with her righteousness all those years ago and now it would be their undoing he fears, he just needs her to see

Nate takes a breath,"we -I fight raiders because thats what needs to be done, we have lost so many good people to them, more than half arent even fighters they just tried to stop them from taking their only food or their family." he murmurs "you should talk to the abernathys, they well know the consiquences of trying to talk raiders down.." He still cant look her in the eye, had he ever tried to talk raiders down? work somthing out, hell even ask why they were raiding at all? nate cant recall any time like that..

Weeks pass

0==[x]:::::::::> 4 <:::::::::[x]==0

(It's a very awkward weeks while Nora recovers in curies and amaris care, she's still pissed and processing that Shaun is dead and was old; and that Nate blew up two seperate people groups… Nate doesn't know how to explain to her that it's nothing like pre war, monsters are real now. )

Nora's Leave

0==[x]:::::::::> 5 <:::::::::[x]==0

(Nora makes up her mind to leave both Nate and the castle, he is crushed but outfits her and prepares her as best he can (he still loves her, she isn't so sure after what he's done) focus on Nora's feelings )

Nora's very bad week

0==[x]:::::::::> 6 <:::::::::[x]==0

((Perhaps merge with above) Nora experiences what the wasteland has to offer with heavily armed codsworth at her back, danger montage, recruits piper as she's a prime story, piper helps her catch up on major events as well as history of the institute and bos, through piper doesn't know a huge amount about Shaun. )

Awkward Reunions

0==[x]:::::::::> 7 <:::::::::[x]==0

(It's been a few months and Nate runs into Nora when he's in diamond city, he doesn't visit often and she has made herself at home there, it's awkward at first but soon they fall into old rhythms, but they've both moved on and it's not so bad Hancock and piper, their partners turn up, the end with a shared look of somewhat peace and a sense of what they had is gone forever. )

[mud-muffin]

I have questions about Soraya

What would her relationship be with characters like Jayce, Viktor, Ambessa, Kino, Caitlyn, Vi, Ekko, Heimerdinger and Jinx (if most of these characters are even alive in the au or other aus and if she even met or heard of them)

But for me I have a feeling that when it comes to other champions in Noxus she'd definitely hate Draven and Darius (lore wise no one including Ambessa really likes Draven)

But on the plus side i think she'd like Katarina and would like to be like her in the future

She'd greatly distrust Swain and would be creeper out by his pet crow Beatrice

(Which is basically his demon Raum)

And lastly her main enemy could be the Black Rose as a whole, given Mel's and Ambessa's history with them

There are so many of these characters I do not know yet, so thats a little hard to answer but I'll try 😅

Jayce: (if alive?) She'd be annoyed with him at times but generally love him. Since he's her father and he kinda gets her, as they are pretty similar emotionally and they can be nerds who feels like outsiders together. (but she already does that with Mel)

Viktor: (if alive?) She would LOVE him, intrigued by his very opposite personality but she likes how direct he is with her. (Also I have this idea in my head, where she meets Herald Viktor as a baby and just like with grandma Ximena, she is very much enthralled by his metal body. It's even cooler with a build in light show, if she makes this reeaaally high pitched screeching noise, he lights up like a funky Christmas tree :D (All Ghibli goosebump style)

Ambessa: (if alive) She would LOVE her as well. She is EVERYTHING Soraya wants to be in battle. Big, strong, fast, fierce, calculative and fearless. She is so proud to be her grandchild but also immensely stressed about the pressure of not tainting their family name, or embarrass herself in front of Ambessa (If she was alive)

Kino: (if alive) Would be the type of uncle who would tease her a lot as a little kid(Lovingly) so when Soraya is tiny she thinks he's dumb but when she gets older he is a person she can confide her worries in and she actually learns so much from him and his politics.

Caitlyn: Soraya really likes how smart Cait is and how good she is at piecing clues together. She seeks her guidance and sometimes ask her about what Jayce was like when they were young. Only downside is that Cait has a tendency to avoid her sometimes, not really knowing that she reminds her of the two sides of a very successful and a very unsuccessful found family... 😬

Vi: is her COOL aunt. Both vi and Cait came to visit her when she was a little and while Cait was super awkward with her as a kid, Vi was naturally good with her, probably because of all her previous younger siblings, so she would play with her and teach her little fighting tricks, which they only does more as she gets older.

Ekko: Extremely fascinated with his tinkering skills and if they ever met, she would annoy him with endless questions about his inventions. Ekko would be intrigued by her innovative thoughts and ideas but he always feels oddly guilty with being the last person to ever have seen her father, so he always tries to distance himself from her.

Heimendinger: (if alive?) I have no idea how they would meet, but if they met then Heim would be the nice and supporting grandfather/teacher type he was to Ekko and the firelights too :') I think she would like him and maybe even listen to his advice but she's not convinced magic is inherently dangerous.

Jinx: (alive?) She would annoy her as fuck they would constantly get on each others nerves but Jinx has gotten a soft spot for kids on her old days, so she holds back when she notice Soraya getting upset and then she actually offers her some good advice.

Darius: As mentioned in her very first appearance, she does not like.. but mainly because she is very protective of her mother and he kinda has some very annoying eyes on her, but she does respect him as he is a great warrior (She would just never admit that to his face..)

AND THE REST I SIMPLY DONT KNOW YET 😅

Stay tuned for when I've gotten to know the rest??