#soa ship

[brunettemarionette]

Personal Ship for @f1samcro

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐱.

You and Jax are the classic "opposites attract, but in the best way" kind of ship. You're smart, grounded, loyal, and compassionate—all traits that Jax deeply needs in a partner to help him balance out the chaos of his world. Your weirdness and playful side would draw him in, giving him a place to breathe and just be. And unlike many around him, you see him, not just the outlaw. You challenge his worldview, but never judge him—you’re patient with his flaws and honest with your expectations. You make him want to be better, not for the club, but for you.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗠𝗲𝘁

You met at a charity soccer event in Charming, something the town was doing to clean up its image. You were playing for a local team, and Jax had shown up with Abel to watch and be the "cool biker dad on the sidelines." You caught his eye immediately — not just because you were good, but because you played with heart. He wasn't expecting to be drawn in by someone so real, but you cracked through his armor faster than he thought possible.

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀

Slow Burn – There was tension for months before either of you admitted your feelings.

He’s Soft For Her (and only her) – Even when he’s ruthless to others, he’s tender with you.

Ride or Die – Once you're in, you're in. No matter what. And that scares him… in a good way.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲

Acts of Service. He’s not always great with words, but he shows you he loves you — fixing your car, leaving you coffee before early soccer practice, building a shelf for your books without being asked.

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

Jax secretly loves baking with you—especially late at night when it's just the two of you and a mess of flour on the counter.

You teach Abel how to play soccer, and Jax watches from the porch with a soft smile like, “This is what peace feels like.”

He builds you a bookshelf by hand when he sees your books piling up everywhere—he pretends it’s nothing but he’s proud of it.

You play drums in the garage while he works on his bike, sometimes syncing your rhythms with the beat of his tools.

You bake for the clubhouse sometimes — Jax pretends he hates the attention, but he lowkey brags about your muffins.

You both have a garden—your idea, but he loves watching you care for it, and occasionally sneaks in to water it before you wake up.

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys (Devotion. Simplicity. Saying “I’m yours” without needing fancy words.)

𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻

You and Jax have three kids, each one a unique blend of the two of you — strong, sensitive, and just the right amount of quirky. Your oldest is a boy with his dad’s fire and your creativity. He’s a little rebel with a soft heart, always drumming on the kitchen table or kicking soccer balls into walls, and fiercely protective of his siblings.

Then comes a daughter, a quiet, thoughtful, and endlessly curious individual. She’s the one curled up next to you with a book, asking deep questions no 7-year-old should be asking — Jax says she’s got your soul.

And last is another girl, your wildest one — a five-year-old who talks like she runs the MC and insists on wearing a pink leather jacket to preschool. Jax calls her “Lil’ Vice President,” half-joking.

The family dynamic is loud, loving, and always moving — mornings are soccer practice, afternoons are baking messes, and nights are story time with all five of you piled onto the couch. Jax, once convinced he was destined for tragedy, looks at you all and realizes — this is what redemption looks like. Not perfect. Just real. And his.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗛𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂

Jax like a lot about you but mainly he loves your loyalty not just to him, but to your people. You’re someone who shows up and stands up, always. That and your ability to balance him, you don’t let him spiral. You don’t feed his darkness, but you also don’t run from it.

[witchthewriter]

@a-kayy47.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ｡𖦹°‧

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫! It was pretty easy to figure out who would be your best match. The fact you've said you love being a mother, and you'd want someone who is protective; physically & mentally. Jax is the most hardworking and strong-willed (stubborn asf). And dude, he's manly but soft with those he loves.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ｡𖦹°‧

・Jax loves that you're just as protective of the family as he is. Your kids are your number one priority, and he knows they are more than safe with you. That doesn't stop him from placing Happy at the house.

・You know Jax is intense. He's passionate. It shows in his love for the club and his friendships. But this translates into a deeply fulfilling romantic connection.

・You aren't allowed to tell ANYONE THIS - but Jax lets you practice your skills on him. As long as it can be washed off, he doesn't mind...it's kinda relaxing...

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 ｡𖦹°‧

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Jax)

Fake Relationship Which Turns Into True Love

Sun (Jax) x Moon (You)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 ｡𖦹°‧

Golden Years by David Bowie

[okitanoniisan]

no one can reach my level of petty hating about the stupid english title

[kellynickelsgirl00]

Hej i love your fanfic ❤️ and i was wondering if you can ship me with one if the SOA bikers. I’m a plus size queen that loves music and books.

I’m a bit stubborn but I’m kind and loves to snuggle.

HIIII😊😊🥰 Thank you so so much!!! I need alittle more maybe hair color and Lilke more likes but so far with this info I'm gonna ship you with the Tech wiz and the super cuddler Juicey boy🥹🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️♥️

[character-tarot]

The Lovers represents love, kindred spirits, relationships, emotional honesty, sensuality, and intimacy. Reversed, it indicates disharmony, trust issues, imbalance, codependence, and a lack of connection.

Propaganda- "all of season 4 and beyond, tbh"

[winnie-the-monster]

Jax and Tara

🙂

[sexynetra]

GAS PROMO GAS PROMO GAS PROMO I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE BUT IM BACK BITCHES THEYRE FINALLY AIRING A DRAG RACE SEASON I CARE ABOUT IM NEVER GOING TO SHUT UP AGAIN

[crowsandmurder]

I am always going to be selective when it comes to Jax, because of how I write him. But, have a starter call from Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy. Multis and Sideblogs MUST specify a muse. We don't have to be mutuals yet, but PLEASE be familiar with who Jax is as a person and how he can behave, in a given situation. Anyway, I promise he doesn't bite...hard.

People looking to FC ship will be blocked, but like for a starter. I'm open to ships, hookups, whatever. I am also a big fan of the drama and pain. But, no self-inserts.

[jenster21]

GEMMA AND TIG IS SO GOOD I SWEAR

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

May i request tf 141 x beatboxer!reader please. Like reader can mimic perfect gun sounds nd stuff

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdMw6cyo/

Callsign: Mimic

Pairing: Poly 141 x Beatboxer!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, polyamory, tension, fluff, pining, team bonding, romantic confession, mentions of combat, canon-typical violence (brief), soft moments, reader has beatboxing/audio mimicry talents

Author's Note: Thank you for this request—it was so fun to write such a unique, sound-based reader! I love the idea of someone whose talents are completely unorthodox but earn the respect and love of such dangerous men. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The team knew from day one that your voice could command a battlefield—but none of them expected to fall for the rhythm behind it. You're their heartbeat. Their chaos. Their Mimic.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The first time you mimicked gunfire on base, you almost got yourself shot.

It was an idle afternoon in the forward camp, and boredom had chewed through discipline like rust. You were crouched by a crate, half-tuned comms in your ear, mouth pulsing out crisp, rapid-fire percussion.

Rat-tat-tat. Ping. Helicopter blades. Boots on concrete. A click—then a flashbang whistle.

Suddenly: a body slammed into you.

"Contact!" Kyle shouted, rifle raised before you could blink.

"Gaz, hold fire!" John Price’s voice barked across the open space.

You were on your back, heart hammering, blinking up at a squad that looked like they'd just sprinted through hell.

Kyle hovered over you, eyes wild. "Mimic?! What the hell?"

You raised both hands, voice dry. "Sorry. Sound check."

Johnny stepped into view, eyes flicking from you to the space around you. "That was you? Thought a whole squad was breeching."

Simon Riley crouched next to you, expression unreadable under the mask. He said nothing, but his eyes flicked down to your lips—the source of the chaos.

"Impressive," he muttered. Then stood, offering a gloved hand.

You took it.

And from that day forward, they started listening. Closely.

——

They learned quickly that your mouth could do more than make music. You were dangerously precise. On missions, you could mimic a mag reload, distract enemies with phantom steps, or fake distant gunfire to trigger ambushes.

Kyle once laughed, shaking his head after you tricked an entire patrol into leaving their post.

"You’re like... audio warfare."

You grinned. "All part of the symphony."

But the mission wasn’t the only place you made noise.

Off-duty, you filled silence like it was second nature. You beatboxed while organizing gear, sang softly over static-filled radios, and drummed on your thighs when stuck on watch.

You made music from war.

And the boys? They started orbiting you like satellites.

Kyle was the first to admit he liked it. "Kinda miss it when you’re quiet, you know?" he’d say, elbow brushing yours during gear checks.

Johnny started requesting sounds like a kid asking for bedtime stories. "Do a heartbeat monitor. No wait—do Ghost’s boots! No wait, do Price when he’s mad."

Simon never requested anything—but you noticed the way he’d always find his way to you when you practiced alone, arms folded, silent as death but always there.

And Price? He watched you like a man trying not to be captivated. He’d lean against the wall as you performed for the squad, cigar unlit, lips tugged into the smallest smile.

"Bloody witchcraft," he’d murmur after every set.

You liked the way they looked at you. Like you were something special.

Because to them—you were.

——

The mission went sideways.

Intel was bad. Your team got split during an ambush inside a rusting train yard, visibility cut by fog and smoke grenades. Radios were jammed.

You were alone in a shipping container, heart in your throat, tracking the distant echo of boots and gunfire.

So you did the only thing you could.

You let your heartbeat set the tempo.

Then the guns.

Then the boots.

Then their boots. You knew their cadence.

Pop-pop-pop. Frag bounce. Radio ping. Soap’s laugh. Ghost’s reload. Price’s breath. Kyle’s footwork.

You stitched them together in perfect rhythm—like a flare in sound form.

And they heard it.

One by one, the boys peeled through the fog. First Kyle, barreling in with a grin like sunlight through smoke. Then Johnny, cursing and laughing all at once. Simon emerged next, silent but storm-eyed. And last was John Price, jaw tight with worry, who yanked you into his arms like he forgot he wasn’t supposed to need anyone.

"You little genius," he muttered. "You called us in with a fucking beat."

You laughed into his shoulder, breathless and shaking. "Couldn’t exactly send a text."

——

After that, something changed.

You’d sit down for breakfast and find Kyle had brewed your favorite tea without asking.

Johnny would lean on your shoulder mid-movie, head heavy and warm.

Simon left his sketchpad on your bunk once—inside was a penciled waveform. Your waveform. Your sound.

And Price... started ending meetings with a glance your way, a soft, "Mimic? Walk with me."

One night, you beatboxed a lullaby over base speakers, not knowing Price had had a nightmare. The next morning, he placed his dog tags in your hand and whispered, "Means I trust you."

Your heart thudded like a kick drum.

You trusted them, too.

——

It happened during downtime. The stars were sharp above the desert, and the squad sat around a small fire in camp chairs, sipping coffee laced with whiskey.

You were drumming your fingers against your knee when Kyle leaned in. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure."

"Are you… with any of us?"

The fire crackled. Johnny’s head perked up. Simon stilled. Price looked at you over the rim of his mug.

You blinked. "What?"

Kyle cleared his throat. "It’s just—we all… We care about you. Not just as squadmates. It’s more than that."

Johnny nodded. "It’s like, when you’re not around, something’s missing. I can’t stand it."

Simon spoke next, quiet and steady. "It’s not about sex. It’s… comfort. Warmth. A piece of peace."

And Price. John Price. He said it without a trace of doubt:

"You’re our rhythm. Our center. We’ve all fallen for you, love. Just wanted to know if you felt it too."

Your mouth went dry.

But then, the words tumbled out—unsteady, raw, real.

"I’ve been falling since the first time you all listened. Really listened. Like I wasn’t just noise."

You looked at each of them in turn—at Kyle’s hopeful smile, Johnny’s vulnerable grin, Simon’s steady gaze, John’s soft, battle-worn eyes.

"I want all of you," you said.

The silence was shattered by Johnny tackling you backward into the sand with a yell of pure joy.

"You’re ours, then," Kyle whispered against your hair.

Simon touched your hand like it was precious.

And Price… bent down and kissed your forehead like a vow.

Now, you fall asleep tangled in four different kinds of warmth.

Kyle always curls around your back, hand over your stomach.

Johnny throws a leg over yours, breathing soft.

Simon anchors you at your side, unmoving but always there.

And John? He rises early, but before he does, he brushes his lips to your temple and whispers:

"Sing us home, Mimic."

And so you do.

Every day.

Every mission.

Every beat of your heart belongs to them.

And theirs, to you.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[brunettemarionette]

@limepietheatric

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞!

Opie is that rare combination of calm presence and underlying intensity, much like your own mellow-but-hotheaded nature. He’s deeply physical and affectionate with the people he loves, and he respects independence without smothering — perfect for someone who’s private but craves real connection. Opie doesn’t push for you to open up, but when you do, he'd treasure it. His loyalty and "what you see is what you get" honesty would match your hatred of fakery and passive-aggression, and his quiet openness would make you feel safe being yourself.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗠𝗲𝘁

You met Opie through mutual friends (likely someone dragging you to a club party you had zero interest in). You weren't looking for anything; you were just vibing, joking around, telling hilarious stories while nursing a drink. Opie clocked you right away not because you were loud or flashy, but because you were so easy in your own skin. He liked how you didn't try to impress anyone, and when you caught him watching and threw him a quick smirk, something just clicked. The two of you spent the night bantering casually, not flirting heavily at first but your natural teasing and his subtle deadpan humour started sparking fast. He walked you to your car that night, a long easy silence hanging between you, and neither of you wanted to be the first to leave.

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

You pull him out of bad moods without even trying. Your mellow nature helps him decompress after club stress, and your rants make him genuinely laugh which is rare for him.

You touch each other constantly. Quick kisses, a hand resting on his arm when you're talking, casual hugs from behind when he's working — he drinks it up like water.

You’re his number one hype-person. You don't coddle him, but you're fiercely encouraging whenever he doubts himself. He quietly worships the way you believe in him.

You have playful arguments over stupid things. (Pineapple on pizza, which song is better, who makes better pancakes.) It always ends with laughter and making out.

He keeps a few of your paintings tucked away where no one can see. They’re little reminders of you that he stares at when he misses you.

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀

"Silent Communication" — just one look across a crowded room and you know what the other is thinking.

"Healing Each Other Without Making It a Whole Thing" — you're both too blunt for drawn-out "let's talk about our trauma" conversations, but you still heal just by being around each other.

"You're Trouble, But You're My Trouble" — he teases you about the chaos you bring but he loves every minute of it.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲

Physical Touch — Words are hard sometimes, especially for him but putting his arm around you, brushing your hair out of your eyes, tugging you into his lap after a long day? That's his "I love you" fluently spoken.

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

You steal his sweatshirts constantly. He pretends to be annoyed but low-key loves seeing you in them.

You guys cook messy meals together. You're way better at it, but he insists on helping — and you have flour fights that end with him pinning you against the counter, laughing.

You paint little designs on old motorcycle parts. Opie brings you busted parts he "can't fix" just because he loves seeing what you'll turn them into.

Sunday mornings are sacred. No club stuff, no calls — just lazy mornings in bed, bad TV, and you sprawled half on top of him.

You're the only person allowed to cut his hair or beard. It becomes this soft ritual — you standing on your toes trimming his beard, him staring at you like you're magic.

[olderthannetfic]

Random gush about the Art of the Crackship... i feel like theres a linearly measurable Point in any particular fandom where i start to prefer Crack-taken-seriously over "obvious" ships and fanfic premises Completely. Its like YEAH okay the so and soa probably kissed in between those scenes, yes of course those are the general type of jobs theyd have in a modern au Fair Enough Observation of their Traits.... but can we please start playing Fandom Wipeout trying to run through the trials and tribulations it would take to get the Primary Big Bad and some joe shmoe tertiary side character to have a compelling love affair within the context of their original universe? Its so much fun. Its like putting a huge puzzle of teeeny tiny little pieces together, painstakingly with love and care with the intention to frame it once it's done. The downside being this metaphor is perfect in that puzzles are not Known for being a favorite past time for most people 8"] there's also 100% something to be said for how Powerful it feels to be the Only person posting art and fics for a particular ship. This city is ramshackle and abandoned and it is Mine. King of my pile of lovely dirt 💙

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[skaruresonic]

idk why so many antis took the whole "like long lost sibling would " on that alt text for the promo of dark beginnings as canon and 'solid evidence' that shadria have a sibling relationship when the text can also be read as sarcastic or mocking? I might be reaching but sarcasm doesn't really translate well in text but putting any indication like ' or () when it doesn't flow in the original text always feels like somebody making snarky comment to me, idk to me personally I could argue w antis that it mocking them by being like 'isn't this obvious ship bait totally platonic' ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Idk it just so annoying to see so many antis go 'haha shadria fans must be weeping' when it a fucking alt text on a promo that I doubt any writers or higher up would quality check in comparison to the fact in canon that shadria has yet to be label unlike other characters in the series as well as ignoring how many opportunities the series had to outright have shadow call Maria his sister no media be it games, shows or comics has him calling her sister or vice versa. So unless the new game outright has him referring to her as sister in all languages, shadria will still be a valid ship and even if that does happen it still won't erase all the moments the two had either shippers r still gonna ship.

I don't understand why antis think one little text line that not even in any media is gonna make Sharia shipper suddenly stop. Apology for ranting but omg it so annoying seeing anti act so high n mighty over something so trivial 💀

Personally, I'm inclined to agree with Beev on this one. It seems like they threw in "as long-lost siblings would" in order to placate the antis. Which would, ironically enough, imply an awareness that the piece could be read as romantic.

There was really no need for a parenthetical note to dictate the tone of the piece. If they left it at "Shadow and Maria reach out for one another in an infinite abyss," the reader could interpret it any way they want.

(Random tangent, but describing space as an "infinite abyss" also strikes me as a bit strange. You can see stars in the piece.)

I think SoA knows the flavor of the food they've been serving us recently, but they did this as a sort of PR move to cover their asses. They might be worried about losing face with Shadria antis, who form a not-unsizable portion of fandom now compared to Shadria shippers.

...but I mean. Come on. There's no way they're not aware.

And the thing is, it's not like the manga or anything else is explicitly confirming the dynamic is definitely romantic, either. It's not like we shippers aren't aware we have our ship goggles on; we just wanna vibe in our space.

Ever since playing SA2 as a kid and wondering if Shadow was in love with Maria, I've always had the feeling that their dynamic was supposed to be left open to interpretation. Antis want to impose their reading upon pain of accusing you of being a freak, while the shippers are more like "haha... unless?"

Also, it's really funny to think this is the ship they consider worth calling people "demented dogs" over. Have you literally played any other video game ever? Read any book? Watched any movie? Oh no, a ship the game probably wanted us to ship a little! OOGA-BOOGA.

This is probably one of the least problematic ships in existence tbh. Methinks the antis doth protest too much.

Besides, you're (general you) being disingenuous to claim there are no undertones whatsoever. Why include them if the dynamic is only supposed to be interpreted a certain way?

Using Sonic X as an example of what I'm talking about might be cheating, but since it's about as non-canon as the manga appears to be, it seems fair to mention it.

In Sonic X, Shadow also tends to recall Maria through a romanticized filter; he remembers her as being extra beautiful and ethereal compared to other characters who recall her as simply an ordinary girl.

Compare Shadow's flashbacks to the flashbacks of the soldier who shot her:

In the soldier's flashback, Maria is just a frightened child who pulls the lever. We're not shown her body, but rather his reaction:

In Shadow's flashbacks, Maria slumps tragically to the ground and/or lies on the ground, calmly speaking her last words while bathed in soft blue light.

There's a heightened sentimentality to Shadow's memories of Maria which serves to emphasize, I guess, the "beauty" that the ARK tragedy took from him. Considering Shadow is stated to like "nothing," maybe he finds nothing or no one else as beautiful.

Not that her death wasn't tragic in and of itself, but there's a marked difference in tone. One feels like a child's senseless death viewed from the POV of the man who killed her, and the other feels like... to be frank... something romance anime-coded.

It's worth noting that Shadow maintains this romanticized filter even when fantasizing about an alternate timeline where she survived (or perhaps the future they had been looking forward to after she was cured), so you can't always chalk it up to a product of Gerald's brainwashing:

...let's unpack this on the therapist's couch, hmm?

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I don't understand why antis think one little text line that not even in any media is gonna make Sharia shipper suddenly stop.

Very true, and it's a fool's errand to try. I was going to reblog that piece without tags, as per usual, but I decided to tag it as "Shadria" just to flip antis off. Fuck you, you can't tell me what to ship on my own blog. xP

(also tagged it "Shadria" because "Shadria" was the original ship name and it's still a perfectly good ship name. it's a pet peeve of mine, how antis chased shippers off the Shadria tag and forced them to come up with less elegant portmanteaus. "Shadaria" and "Mariadow" sound so much clunkier than "Shadria")

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Apology for ranting but omg it so annoying seeing anti act so high n mighty over something so trivial 💀

No worries, antis are annoying at best. Wish they would just go away. >.>

[jadeazora]

Sometimes, I do wish Pokemon had bad endings if you lost to the villains. Like, it doesn't really need to be anything gruesome or particularly violent or anything, but there's no way characters like Lysandre, Ghetsis, RR Giovanni, and Volo (or Cyrus) would let you go scurry off to a Pokemon Center to try again later after you've grinded up a little more. A lot of these men are world-ending threats here, the stakes are already so high, it just feels like it diminishes the threat they actually pose.

They could show Ghetsis commanding Kyurem to use Blizzard on you and N, and a fade to white before booting you to your last save, an aerial view of the Ruinous Light of the Ultimate Weapon hitting Lumiose, or Volo/Cyrus resetting everything like how they depicted Dialga/Palkia's powers being used in DP/BDSP, those red/green/blue effects in the sky perhaps fading to grey, before cutting to him looming over his new world?

Of note, I've never really played that far into the Rangers games, but I have heard if you fail this one mission on a sinking ship in SoA, that it does give you a bad ending where it implies you met your end there. I also feel like Generations with the Archie and Maxie episodes also feel pretty close to depicting a bad end, with Archie/Maxie (in a vision) both dying to their respective Legendary. Could see something like that happening with Rose and Eternatus too? (With Aether, it could imply we never free Lusamine from her Motherbeast form, even if we make it back to Alola on Nebby, or imply we never got back to Alola from our battle with Ultra Necrozma, and so everything went dark elsewhere as well.)

[a-driftamongopenstars]

the mirth in your eyes; f!guardian x crow ficlet;

happy dawning everyone :) I loved that new snowball emote and felt inspired to write something sweet for Crow and my Hunter~ also on ao3

Crow's eyes are all but glued to the screen of his holopad, brushing over the lazily scrolling report. He is skimming through words, where there is little of urgency. He's seen those dozens a day by now, courtesy of his Hunter Vanguard job.

And just as he is about to switch to the next one, a massive ice cold smack slams against his cheek.

"Hey!" he yelps, turning to see the Guardian a few steps away, her lips in a mischievous smile and her hands already forming the next item of ammunition.

"Don't you dare," Crow chastises, not able to stop his voice from breaking with a laugh.

"Oh?" Cherish mocks, sending the next snowball flying, but this time Crow is ready, and the snowball crashes against the wall, leaving an uneven splat.

"Oh you are on it," Crow hums, leaning down to grab some of the morning snow that he perfectly shapes into a ball and launches it towards the Guardian, who evades him with a well-timed dodge.

"Try again."

Their laughter turns the hangar into a spectacle. Snowballs flying at near unnatural speed, the civilian workers dodging left and right and down from the onslaught of the snow game, and some joining, forming their own teams and hiding behind the barricades of refurbished Sparrows.

"Don't scare the birds!" Saint warns them as a snowball passes over his head and gits the side of his ship, to which both Crow and Cherish yell their apologies. Osiris shakes his head with a mirthful gaze, turning away to his reading and to a bowl of peppermint candy on the side.

Crow chases after Cherish across the hanger and deeper into the parking space, tailing between a variety of ships, until the shine of Cherish's festive vessel catches his eye.

He runs into her full-bodied, making her drop the bits of snow from her hands as she is forced to slide her arms around him. Her cheeks are bright red and her blue eyes shimmer brighter than the blue sky. She is panting and laughing, and Crow thinks that he has never seen her smile soa much ever before. She's lightheaded and carefree, for once.

"What?" she cocks her head, looking up at Crow.

"This becomes you," he says fondly, cupping her cheek. "If I knew a fierce snowball battle is what's needed to make you smile like that, I'd have made the first move long ago."

Cherish shakes her head, laughing.

"First move, huh?"

Crow rolls his eyes and leans down to kiss her, tasting the gentle frost from her lips and a hint of cocoa she must have had earlier. Her mouth parts pliantly, she is still smiling and he, too, can't help but be infected by a laugh. And soon, it gives way to more kissing, with tongue much more involved and hands wandering.

And Crow feels hopeful for more days like this, for more laughter, for more joy. And maybe a cookie tin or two.

[sparethcsympathy]

PLEASE LIKE THIS IF YOU WISH TO BE MAINS WITH MY MUSES The only thing I do ask of you is that if there is a certain muse you want, please write in the comments on who you want. It doesn't matter how many you want. but least i know if i ever send memes, or starters for y'all i know WHO YOU WANT already.

DOING THIS BECAUSE if anything needs organization it's this damn blog. lmao. Hello yes, to have things going on this blog I think i gotta make it organized, and see who wants to do things with my muses. If we are mains it means i will work on our threads first, the memes you send me will be worked on as well. any ideas you want, you can throw it my way without an issue ! also forming ooc connections along with our ic connections. if you want to ship, we don't have to go through the process of friends,or strangers-- we can establish the relationship between our muses. I am doing this to be more organized on my blog, and seeing who actually wants to interact with any of my muses to begin with.

Please, I ask of you-- trust it's annoying I know lmao. but do leave which muses you want for your muses if you are a multi-muse. As much as you want. I do crossovers do please throw in something you always wanted to do ! and those who aren't multi-blogs well just comment on which muses you want for your muses as well. To anyone who wants to be my main you will be my priority !! All the edits, all the love and all the plotting we can work on together !! ooc chit-chats and forming many amazing dynamics ! Headcanons, you name it !!! So please like this, and comment on who you want. I will also list names of my muses below to make it easier for y'all. go nuts. toss your oc's at my muses. whatever you want.

boys :

twd male muses : rick , daryl , oc jack smith , alden The boys : soldier boy, homelander, a-train, boomer ( ppg adapted to the boys ) you male muses : joe riverdale male muses : jughead , sweetpea , archie horror series muses : chucky , ghostfact caos male muses : nick until dawn : mike soa : jax taller last of us : joel Got : ramsay

girls :

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