#source: far cry 5

[thewatamotezone]

Mrs. Kuroki: Yes, I'm Tomoko's mom, and no, I don't want to know what she's been up to. It's called plausible deniability.

[incorrectpepperann]

Moose: Yes, I'm Pepper Ann's sister, and no, I don't want to know what she's been up to. It's called plausible deniability.

[yoshiandyuriwithbecky]

Yoshi: You and me, we're just like Butch and Sundance!

Yuri: ... Yoshi, they both died at the end.

Yoshi: ... Nah!

[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP March Prompts: "If Things Had Gone Differently..." [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @belladelamorte @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @voidika @cloudofbutterflies92 @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

Managed to finish this March Prompts after being inspired by a post that recently came up on my feed and pissed me off so much.

Anyway, March Prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event. Tackling the following prompts: Fresh Starts, "What are you doing with that?" & Florist/Tattoo Artist.

Sharing the March Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here.

Minor mentioned character death for this one (forgive me, Joey). But, uh, mostly fluff and canon divergence for this. Admittedly, I'm not 100% satisfied with this one, but I'd feel more better once I begin the April prompts.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: If Things Had Gone Differently…

Series: The Silver Chronicles

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: March – Fresh Starts, “What are you doing with that?” & Florist/Tattoo Artist.

Genre: Fluff.

Words: 4,519

It was rather bittersweet; surprisingly so, considering who she was bringing to the cruiser.

Faith didn’t fight, nor did she resist. She barely struggled. She was rather compliant, actually. As compliant as Joseph had been. Tracey would have probably said something along the lines of how this showed how eager her ex-best friend had been to adopt the Seed name, including their peculiar quirks, just to fit in. At least, if Silva were still on friendly terms with the Cougar’s leader.

Perhaps that would have been true for Rachel… the girl Faith had been before the former became Joseph’s sister, the one Tracey once knew.

Silva knew better though. No one can change their name and still be the expected to remain the same person afterwards.

She knew this as a fact. Paul had taught her this. And so had Alvarich.

Names were a powerful thing; they were fundamental to the identity of everyone. Names gave a person their life, and sometimes, their purpose. Names were key to finding you’re true self.

To have no name meant a person was lost, without purpose and without life. To have many names meant a person was untrue, to themselves and to others. Only an honest death could free them of such travesty.

She heard the stories of Jannah. Even read the old scriptures. How Jannah, before she became the Tumultite Idealist, was born with no name gifted to her; just referred to as ‘girl’, ‘slave’, ‘servant’, nouns of how others saw her, what they made her. She was less than no one, not even close to a something.

Then she spoke. She wrote. She fought. She defied. No longer what others saw her to be.

She did what no others in her community were expected to do, had been expected to do long since the tribes that predated them were cowed into submission by the marauders that conquered the isla they inhabited.

She had named herself. “Jannah”. And in doing so, she changed; and brought with her change as well.

It was not uncommon for Tumultites to change their names, though whenever one did so, it called for celebration. For they’ve embraced the traditions of their ancestors and defied the oppression of the marauders and their descendants. It signified change within themselves, something the Congregation could never understand.

Silva, too, had been amongst those who changed; adopted into the Tumultite community as sweet and timid Sylvester, but had slowly transformed into a strong, ferocious and protective leader, accepting the nickname they had so lovingly called her for all those years as her true name, after the death of Persephone.

Maybe that’s why she gravitated towards companionship with someone as enigmatic as Faith, in contrast to her brothers. Perhaps she couldn’t help but jump at the chance to befriend someone who experienced such wonderful and dreadful change like she had, even if that person was supposed to be her enemy?

Silva never once referred the other woman as “Rachel”; after all, how could she? It would have been redundant. She was Faith now, far from the descriptions of who Tracey reminisced about when she had too much to drink, and Faith told Silva herself that she “left Rachel in the dark” a long time ago.

Although the circumstances behind how she gained her new name and identity were FAR from ideal and neither was it something Silva was comfortable with… Faith seemed at peace with her choice. Happy with who she was. So she left it be. Accepted her words as truth, for once.

To Silva, she was just Faith. And that was that.

It didn’t stop Silva from kicking Joseph’s teeth in almost two weeks ago in the very same centre square of the compound she walked Faith down. A little vengeance for the “sisters” he threw away.

The woman she had her arms on still wore her signature white dress, though tattered and ripped in certain areas, attempts to sew them close clearly demonstrated the herald’s inexperience and the deputy’s expertise, with messily loose and perfectly closed stitches respectively.

Faith had refused her recommendation for a fresh change of clothes. At the very least, she managed to convince Faith from going out barefoot. It was a tough sell, but the deputy had gotten her to wear sandals instead.

Silva guided Faith to the rear doors of the cruiser, glancing to the officers waiting patiently in the front seats.

“I guess this is goodbye, then?” Faith had queried just as Silva reached for the door handle. Curiously, she glanced back at the deputy so her green eyes could focus on Silva’s expression.

Silva mulled over a response to Faith’s question. It seemed the appropriate answer would be a flat “yes” before stuffing the herald into the cruiser’s suspect transport enclosure. See her be driven off, out of sight, out of mind, just like her brothers.

That didn’t sit right with Silva though. Not when it was Faith. Call her crazy, or perhaps blissed, but unlike the Seed brothers, she liked Faith. More than she should, especially after everything she’s done.

Eventually, Silva simply replied, “For now.”

The response wasn’t concrete, but it did invite an openness that seemed to surprise Faith.

To her unfortunate delight, Faith grinned with confidence.

“You do know they won’t keep me for long, right?”

It wasn’t a response a perp should be sharing with the deputy arresting her. Then again, she doubted she was going to remain a deputy for much longer anyway.

One thing Silva knew was certain. Faith was right.

“I’m counting on it.”

And that excited her.

Faith seemed to share the same sentiment, asking, “Will you still be here?”

Silva hadn’t expected to be asked that, though. Especially not by Faith. In fact, she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to think much on the question.

After everything she’s experienced in Hope County, would she really stay?

There were good people here, certainly, and they treated her like she was one of them; something she hadn’t had for many years now.

But she lost so much here as well. Her hermana, her hija, and most recently, she’s ousted Kamski from her life. After what he did to all those people in John’s Bunker, the excuses he made, she couldn’t stand the idea of him staying anywhere close to him.

…She still needs to attend Hudson’s funeral. And more, after that. Could she continue to live in a place where more of her amigas and familia have been buried?

Can she really be expected to go about a normal life in a place that she’s spilled more blood for than spared?

“…I’m not sure I can,” she answered honestly, glancing away from Faith, as the cruiser’s door handle clicked.

Dejection crossed Faith’s expression, but it was brief as it returned to the same serene confidence that the Father wore.

Silva opened the cruiser’s door wide open, waiting for Faith to enter. The Seed sister took a step and two forward but stopped just short of entering. Those enchanting green eyes locked with Silva’s dull grey. Her cut lips parted, to speak.

“Will you wait?” she asked softly, voice brimming close to a desperate plea, “Just for a little while?”

Silva felt as if her body froze as she processed those words; Faith looked at her with the sincerest gaze she’s seen her display. The image embedded itself in her mind’s eye. Perhaps she was still under the Siren’s influence after all.

…She didn’t quite mind it.

A small smile tugged up her lips, and she replied with her voice lowered yet certain, “Of course.”

And with that, Faith entered the cruiser’s backseats, destination towards a long trial awaiting her. As soon as Silva closed the door, the cruiser didn’t waste any more time at the Compound and began transporting the herald to join her brothers.

She stood and watched it leave; even stayed long after it turned out of her sight. She let out an exhale and glanced around the white buildings preceding the white chapel where Joseph spoke poison to his family and followers, spreading the delusion of a Collapse that she knew had long since passed.

Silva walked away from the compound, and towards the nearby lake. Treading along the deck as the wind blew past her, her braid of dark hair loosening, allowing strands of dyed silver to fall behind her shoulder, she stopped at the end, overlooking the water and the blue sky.

At the very least, Silva found herself glad about one thing. Joseph was wrong about his vision.

Not a mushroom cloud in the sky.

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The bell dinged upon being disturbed by the opening door, though that was fine with Silva. It brought a small thrill to her, in a silly sort of way.

Every time she turned around or glanced over to see who it was, she’d be faced with someone new. A new person to talk to. Someone with a story to tell.

Entering the two-story store, her newest customer was an older bald man with a scruffy beard, his complexion darker than hers, wearing a green hoody and baggy pants, browsing at the various pots of plants and flowers throughout her shop.

Silva dusted off her gloved hands of the soil she was setting in the pot she was working on, wiping the dirt on the apron she wore over her dress, a change that deviated from her usual attire as a former deputy, and proceeded to approach her customer with a kind smile.

Pleasantries were exchanged, and her customer expressed the plants he was seeking; a bouquet of peony flowers for a date with his partner of seven years. Silva noticed he seemed kind of nervous about it, and from the way he was described it, she deduced he had intentions to bend the knee and ask “THE Question” as she’s heard it commonly be referred to.

Her smile tugged up a little further as she gathered the pink-tinted peonies her customer sought; whether it was intentional or not, the flowers he wanted held a symbolization that was rather fitting for the occasion.

It wasn’t her place to pry though, only to wish him the best of luck once she gave him the bouquet of peonies, the purchase complete.

Once the bell rung with his exit, Silva let out a low exhale. She always saw new faces. She didn’t get to encounter as many that were familiar.

Especially those she knew in Hope County, Montana.

She let out a little mirthless laugh. It’s been three years since we started fresh over here in Maryland, and I’m still thinking back to a place that holds so much tragedy.

Although, to the county’s credit, not all the time she spent there had been inherently tragic. There were quite a lot of good moments too, thinking back on it.

Though admittedly there were more… complicated feelings surrounding the place as well. Especially after the Eden’s Gate debacle in 2018.

She shook her head to rid herself the reminder of those months of utter chaos. Although it had felt like longer at the time.

However, just as countless times before, once Silva was caught in the memory of her former home, she would always end up trapped back in that short and surprisingly impactful period of her life.

She’d remember the apprehension, standing before the fraudulent prophet for his arrest, back when she was a junior deputy two months in the job, following the orders of a Marshal who was way in over his head. The terror of the chopper coming down as his followers went to great costly lengths to keep their shepherd. The disgusting taste of the river water that had almost become her grave.

She’d try to shake away the recollections by tending to the bountiful batches of flowers she had in her shop. Though such memories were not easily deterred.

No, such memories brought forth others; the countless nights of exhaustion, the sting of a burning needle against her exposed flesh, days of being starved and dehydrated, the guilt, the fear, the wrath and the heartbreak. Personally the worst of it came when she broke all connection with the one person she trusted like family, whom she never expected to go behind her back to commit an act so heinous and vile, in spite of everything they’d been through together, that only she and him would carry for the rest of their days.

Silva huffed, a small frown sloping down her lips as she recalled the events that led up to her estrangement with who was possibly her oldest remaining friend from her time before settling in America. Brushing the pink-tinted petals of the camellia flower with tender gloved finger, she shook her head abruptly, stepping back as she refused to stare at the yellow anthers inside the plant.

Her brows furrowed as flashes of a dangerous smog that obscured her already restricted sight came to life before her very eyes.

Her breathing quickening through the mask’s filters as she rushed through an unfamiliar bunker’s multiple corridors, passing body after body of people either unconscious or suffocated trying to reach the same destination she was now; the room that controls the ventilation system spewing out such vile poisons on the unsuspecting inhabitants of the bunker, an action she only believed the despicable late-Mistress of Poisons herself was capable of committing.

Wondering if she’d be too late to save the families, the noncombatants and imprisoned allies that resided in John’s Bunker. Including that of her fellow deputy and friend, Joey Hudson.

Only freezing when she came across the still and slumped body of a dark-haired woman wearing the familiar green vest she previously wore throughout the Sheriff’s Department.

Silva snapped herself out of the rumination of what amounted to traumatizing moment added in a mountain of bad memories in her life. Her decision to cut off Kamski from her life was completely justified.

Even if, admittedly, she hoped he was still doing well, even after everything.

But despite all the bad, she’d get a resurgence of something else; the light moments of cheers, the successes and speeches that empowered her with a hope she was afraid would slip away back then. She remembered celebrations that spread from Holland Valley to the Whitetail Mountains and all the way down into the Henbane River each time she helped liberate a region. She smiled with warmth at the moment Kim entrusted her with holding her blanketed goddaughter, knowing that, in spite of the brutality Silva’s put her hands through, she’d hold pequeña Carmina with loving tenderness.

And she remembered the exhilarated satisfaction upon clicking those cuffs over the wrists of Joseph Seed’s beaten form, this time with no cultists to get him out.

She felt the same with most of his siblings, especially his brothers, John and Jacob. The only exception to this victory was his last sibling…

Faith Seed. The reminder of her name sent a pleasant chill down her spine; like dainty soft fingers trailing up her stiff back.

Confronting her had been a tumultuous affair; fighting her wasn’t as easy as bringing down John, nor had she been as unrestrained in her violence when gunning for Jacob after Eli’s assassination.

She faltered when it came to Faith; the woman had that effect on her. Beginning all the way back to when she opened up to the woman during a moment of weakness. The fighting and war had brought back times she would rather leave forgotten. Unfortunately, Faith had been the only person present at the time to listen.

And call it foolish, but she felt as if Faith understood her, in a way that felt eerily similar to how she felt with Irene. And just like Irene, she felt as if she managed to understand Faith.

Tracey had wanted her dead, though. Just like Virgil had. Just like Silva herself was willing to do when Dutch saved her life.

Instead, in the end, she let her live; all because she played friends with her enemy. Grew closer to her. Felt things she shouldn’t have felt, especially with all Faith had done to hurt the people of the county with the weaponisation of her Bliss.

The fight had been long and brutal for both women, but eventually Silva managed to tire the Siren out.

Slapping the cuffs on Faith hadn’t felt as triumphant to Silva as she would have liked. Despite this, she felt more relieved that she hadn’t killed Faith; even if the decision costed her friendship with Tracey and skewered her reputation with some of the Cougars who were justifiably critical of her sparing Faith, especially with the grief of Virgil’s death on everyone’s minds.

Silva thought back to her final moments with Faith Seed in Hope County, escorting the herald to the police cruiser at Joseph’s Compound, signifying the end of their short time together. Their parting words a silent promise to reunite. She sighed though, shaking her head.

She hadn’t paid much attention to the proceeding of the trial, mostly because she hadn’t had the tools at her disposal to keep track; especially after what remained of Eden’s Gate performed one last “fuck you” to the Resistance after Joseph was arrested by screwing with power grid.

She heard that a couple people, mostly press, tried seeking her out, although the more worrisome was the legal team representing the Seed brothers. Probably sent by John, she’d hazard a guess. Thankfully Gavin cashed in a favour to keep any legal teams from wrangling her into a courtroom, giving her the chance to pack up and bail as soon as her stay in Hope County was no longer necessary.

It had been a rather long wait for Faith’s return. Silva wondered if the former herald would have forgiven her for leaving, if the press had been more insistent. Silva huffed at such thoughts. Why am I doing this to myself?

In spite of everything Faith had done, despite knowing what kind of person she was; Faith had affected her in a way that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Her heart thrums at the thought of the other woman, which is something that had only ever been possible with Irene.

Silva had accepted the conclusion she spent too much time in the Bliss and had gone mad at some point. Unsurprising, considering her life.

Just as she returned to behind the counter, the bell rung once more, signalling the arrival of another customer entering her floristry.

Glancing back to get a glimpse of her newest customer, she only caught the end of a ponytail bob as her customer browsed from behind the large batch of flowers that sat on the table in the middle of the shop in pots for display.

With a raised brow, Silva went around her counter and decided to meet her customer on the other side of the display table.

She could hear light humming from the other side, something that scratched at her brain with an ignited eagerness. Silva slowed her steps as she took a breath. With the greeting recited in her head, she turned the corner of the room.

But words were lost on her tongue when she recognized who entered her shop; her only regular visitor. Here she was, with light brown hair tied in a ponytail, those alluring green eyes that inspected a tool Silva had left out.

Faith. Faith was here, came an excited thought. A bit early too, something that shouldn’t be the case. Strands of Faith’s light brown hair were dyed a lovely pink colour, and she had three small hoops pierced along her ear lobe. Her attire had long since been changed, replacing the dress Joseph passed down to her with a white button-up dress shirt, a brown jacket wrapped around her waist, in addition to grey jeans. And if any of Hope County’s residents were present in her shop now, they would have done a double-take at the fact Faith was wearing sneakers.

On her bare arms were two tattoos on each; on the left was a Bliss flower with vines spread across her appendage, the vines overlapping what used to be a tattoo of some kind of chemical component Silva hadn’t been capable of working out, and on the right was a bird; detailed and intricately designed to stand out. At first, Silva had thought it to be a dove surrounded by feathers, but when she got a closer look at it, later realized it was a phoenix emerging from flames.

However, her shock wore off and was replaced with curiosity, observing Faith who held her branch cutters with evident familiarity.

She watched as the cogs in Faith’s head seemed to turn, and swiftly felt abject horror as Faith brought her cutters to the stem of one of the flower buds of her nicer daffodils.

Without further hesitance, Silva finally spoke to deter Faith from her actions.

“What are you doing with that?” she questioned firmly.

Faith jumped at Silva’s unexpected voice, turning her head to fully face Silva.

The look on Faith’s face shifted from surprise to something more joyful and bright, a genuine grin spread across her lips.

That didn’t cease her grip on the branch cutters she held, causing the blades to pinch close together. Due to the angle Faith was carelessly holding the branch cutters in, the blades merely crushed the stem of the bud between the sharp blades instead of outright decapitating it.

The damage to her daffodils were enough to snap Silva out of her reverie of the other woman’s sudden appearance, and she rushed forward to save what she could of one of her shop’s selling products.

“Do you mind explaining what compelled you to do such a thing?” She questioned Faith as she effortlessly removed the cutters from the Seed sister’s hand, keeping it far from her damaged daffodils and Faith herself.

Faith merely pouted in response, though her focus appeared to be on what Silva was wearing.

It was easy to understand why though; Faith had only ever known Silva to wear the most practical of attire like the deputy’s uniform, a preference that was rooted in pragmatism born from survival, as such clothing left room for manoeuvrability, especially during emergencies like the Reaping. Even in Maryland, Faith rarely saw Silva dabble in more traditionally feminine clothing.

Honestly, if Faith had chosen to drop by now just to see the former deputy in her working apparel, then Silva would have to commend her, as her floristry was just about the only time she ever wore dresses.

Though from the way Faith was eyeing her, Silva could tell that the former herald was not unappreciative of such change. Likewise for Silva, as she glanced appreciatively down Faith’s tattooed arms.

But ogling could come later.

Silva raised of an expectant brow, which shook Faith out of her daze, smiling sheepishly, “Sorry, force of habit from tending to the Bliss flowers. We usually cut off the smaller buds as to ensure the seeds from the bigger ones could pass on to the next batch.”

Silva cradled the pot of her injured daffodils close to her chest, tenderly nudging the limp bud with her fingers, pointedly looking at Faith as she replied, “Your Bliss flowers were a selectively manufactured crop engineered for multiple purposes in Eden’s Gate, illicit drug potency notwithstanding. My daffodils are meant to look pretty and be sold.”

Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but snort.

“Not even a few minutes unsupervised in my shop and you’ve attempted to kill my business.”

Faith huffed and rolled her gorgeous green eyes, crossing her arms as she stated, “You’re being as dramatic as John-”

“Please don’t compare me to that brother-”

“-and I only partially damaged one flower,” Faith playfully pouted, “Besides, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Silva lips tugged into small smile, though, as she made her way back to the store’s counter, she did ask, “Speaking of which, why are you back home so early? No, better question; how did you manage to slip out of work this time?”

“Got a lunch break after a particularly long session inking a certain client,” Faith stated as she followed Silva to the counter, leaning forwards on the top as she added, “I probably have less than ten minutes here, roughly, before I need to head back.”

Placing the potted daffodils onto the countertop, Silva brought her gaze solely on the woman before her. Opening the draw underneath her counter, she asked while reaching inside, “And where is your lunch, might I ask?”

Faith paused, then grinned sheepishly, wringing at her wrists as she admitted, “Well, I kind of forgot about it on the rush here…”

“What luck-” Silva remarked dryly, to which Faith mirthlessly chuckled in response. Only for Silva to pull out a contained from the counter draws, finishing with, “-that you’re just in time to have a share of mine.”

Opening the lid, Silva revealed the contents that were separated in three distinct sections; one was wide enough to fit the crispy patatas bravas, with the remaining sections small yet sizeable enough to fit the sliced-up peaches and, best of all, la mantecados.

Faith’s green eyes brightened immediately upon noticing the small cakes, and without a moment hesitation, snagged herself one.

Silva removed the gloves from her hands, the scarred texture spread intricately across her palms and on the back of her hands, the burns starting from the tips of her fingers, all around and down to just a little over her wrists, an unending reminder of a childhood cut too short.

She picked herself out a peach slice, the cool sensation jolting a signal through her sensitive nerves, as she watched Faith’s face grow in delight upon munching on the mantecados. She took a bite out of her peach slice, humming in satisfaction as the fruit’s sweetness.

“I owe you one,” Faith stated after swallowing the cinnamon cake, adding, “I owe you… a lot, actually. If you want, I could get you a freebie tattooing, or even say, take you out to that place you like…”

Seeing Faith trail her words out, Silva tenderly reached her free hand grasp Faith’s unoccupied hand, grounding the other woman. The sensation of her hand over her partner’s tingled at her scarred nerves, but she found she didn’t mind it.

Grey and green mirrored each other, a soft smile tugging at Silva’s lips as she replied, “I’d like any one of those. Just as long as you’re here with me.”

Faith let out a little ‘heh’ as she glanced from Silva’s face to their interlocked hands. Letting out an exhale, she returned a smile to Silva, thumb gently grazing over her flor de loto’s scarred knuckles.

A physical reminder of a time before Silva met her, and by extension her brothers. It was something Silva wasn’t ready to tell Faith about just yet. But that was for a different day.

“Yeah,” Faith replied, fingers relaxing in Silva’s trusting grip, echoing, “Of course.”

[lulu2992]

I used the Wayback Machine to see what the Far Cry 5 official websites looked like from 2017 to 2020 and find out if that’s where the character information sheets posted on the Playasia Blog (here) were from. I’m talking about these:

So I can confirm the images above do NOT come from the official websites. Although they look like they were made by Ubisoft, it seems they weren’t.

But during my research, I did find official character descriptions! There are several versions depending on which page/article you are reading, which website (Far Cry or Far Cry 5) you are on, and which region (America or Europe, basically) you select. Some of the descriptions have even changed over time!

Since the old websites don’t exist anymore and most of that content was deleted (but not really, thanks to the Internet Archive), I’m going to post what I’ve gathered here :)

I just need to save/screenshot/crop/organize/copy-paste/transcribe everything first...

[ms-rampage]

Paige: "Hey nice, what the hell is up with this crossbow shtick?."

Jess: "Its not a fucking crossbow! It's a bow and arrow, I'm not 12!."

Paige (laughs): "I love this chick, she's got rage issues."

Jess: "I don't have rage issues!."

Kate: "You know, psychologically speaking, vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope for."

Paige (nods): "Yeah."

[find-a-canonmate]

Hello! Posting this on behalf of a few introjects alongside myself (Jacob & Eli), but using my information :]

Current name/pronouns: Judge, Dep, Rook, Jekyll, Hemlock, whatever honestly

Source: Far Cry 5 & Far Cry New Dawn

Character(s) you are: I am the Junior Deputy/the Judge, we also have Jacob Seed & Eli Palmer

Body age: 17

Fictionfolk ID: Introjects, if I’m understanding this right

Relationship type: We prefer entirely non-romantic interactions, we’re collectively aromantic-spectrum and we have a partner

Canon lenient or divergent: Mostly canon-compliant, some specific memories that diverge a tad

How to contact: Discord is preferred — reptileguy.txt — but we also don’t mind tumblr — @edensgatecoll

Personal DNI: Endo systems, harmful paras, proship, radqueer

Good luck, Judge, Jacob, and Eli!

[actuallyroselalondee]

I know this probably isn't canon, but I like to think that it was his wife's from before everything happened, and he keeps it with him to kind of remind himself of what he's done

Wait...why does Joseph have a rosery? He's not Catholic or a follower of Christ????

[incorrectpepperann]

Pepper Ann: You and me, we'll be just like Butch and Sundance!

Nicky: ... Pepper Ann, they both died in the end.

Pepper Ann: ... Nah!

[yoshiandyuriwithbecky]

Yoshi: You and me, we'll be just like Butch and Sundance!

Becky: Yoshi, they both died in the end.

Yoshi: ... Nah!

[no-144444]

the disgraced pop princess

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summary: oscar is your salvation after things go horribly wrong

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x singer! reader

warnings: TALK OF SA and cyberbullying

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comments

user13: WHAT THE FUCK

user15: This is all her fault. She's a bad person

-> user16: Where did you get that from? An anonymous twitter account?

user14: I AM A CHILD OF DIVORCE

Alexy/l/n: ❤️❤️❤️

CharlesOBrien: the end.

DarrelBowser: fin.

user82: WTF.

user45: how could she ruin this? doesn't she care about the fans?

-> user38: you have no idea what happened? stfu

oscarpiastri: GUYS I'M FREAKING OUT RN WTF.

-> user55: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

-> logansargeant: he's been a WINGS fan since he was a teenager. He's been in love with Y/n Y/l/n name since he was like 15.

-> landonorris: Can confirm he's having a breakdown rn.

-> alexalbon: It's all too much for little oscar piastri

->zbrown: Zandvoort is fucked isn't it? @/landonorris @/oscarpiastri

-> landonorris: Sadly, yes.

-> oscarpiastri: VERY MUCH SO, YES.

user90: oscar piastri being a WINGS fan was not on my 2024 bingo card tbh.

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BREAKING NEWS! POPULAR MUSIC GROUP ‘WINGS’ HAVE ANNOUNCED THE END OF THEIR WORLD TOUR, AND THEIR BAND! 

Speculation has been flying for weeks due to various sources giving people an inside look into popular music group ‘Wings’. Many fans have been left wondering in recent weeks as the band has been seen arguing on stage, not speaking to each other off-stage, and even some of them have been refusing to go on and perform. Many people have been trying to point fingers to who’s at fault for the end of this historic music group, and  various pieces of evidence against the front woman Y/n Y/l/n, the singer, songwriter, and lead bass guitarist of the group. Many pieces against her have been posted to the popular anonymous twitter account  ‘@/anonymousmail’, detailing how she has been treating the rest of the band badly, by not letting them write their own music, becoming too controlling over the band, and even going as far as to threaten other members of the band. 

Late last night after their last of 5 shows in Las Vegas at the historical Westgate Las Vegas Resort & Casino, where rock and roll legend, Elvis Presley played for years, the front woman Y/n Y/l/n posted a photo of her hugging her brother (and fellow band member), Alex Y/l/n with the caption ‘the end of it all. 12 year old me is crying. so is 22 year old me. bye for now and ever.’. On stage, they announced they were parting ways and were all in tears as they left. 

This looks like the end for the group, and this publication is sad to see them go. We wish them all good luck, and we will keep our readers posted on any drama from the unravelling group. 

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BREAKING NEWS! ‘WINGS’ LEAD GUITARIST SPEAKS OUT AGAINST Y/N Y/L/N!

In a new-deleted instagram story, the lead guitarist of the band called out Y/n Y/l/n with this statement 

‘Good f*****g riddance to that b***h . F******g fame-hungry c**t who could never sing for s**t. Good f**k tho’

This left fans shocked, as Y/l/n has said in the past that they were ‘all friends and would always respect each other, even if the band broke up’ (2021 interview with Vogue). Many people have shipped the two online due to their flirty stage-presence and good banter in interviews, but they always vehemently denied the claims that they were together. In other shocking news, it seems the rest of the band Charles O’Brien (lead guitarist), Alex Y/l/n (new lead singer, ‘Wings’ second guitarist), Darrel Brown (drummer), and Axel Smith (new bass guitarist) will be continuing on with ‘Wings’ as this was posted to the band social media account just days after their announced split. 

Y/n Y/l/n has refused to comment and all her social media accounts have gone dark. We’ll keep you updated!

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comments

user12: ZAK BROWN IS WILDIN

user59: HE GETS US, BRING BACK THE REAL WINGS

landonorris: bro plz don't jump wtf

alexalbon: we're here for you buddy :)

logansargeant: he's crying in my driver's room rn. he's unconsolable.

-> user90: bro is DOWN BAD.

mclaren: Please don't crash the car Oscar. We'll bribe you.

-> user47: this is insane.

User58: hey so you're crazy.

georgerussel: We're here for you mate :(

lewishamilton: Missing WINGS rn.

user83: i feel bad that oscar just found out his celebrity crush is a bad person :(

-> user33: phone down. NOW. it's an anonymous twitter account with no credibility.

user55: what Charles said about her was mental.

-> oscarpiastri: AGREED. I ALWAYS HATED HIM.

-> landonorris: PUBLIC ACCOUNT.

-> WINGSfanno1: ur right, my b. AGREED. I ALWAYS HATED HIM.

-> user88: no way oscar piastri has a WINGS fan account 🤣🤣🤣

hater66: I hate Y/n, oscar should too.

hater36: she's a slut and an awful person.

hater22: Y/N Y/L/N HATE CLUB!

->hater82: me too!

->hater100: me too!

->hater3792: me too!

->hater38: me too!

->hater202: me too!

->hater26: me too!

->hater77: me too!

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BREAKING NEWS! Y/N Y/L/N IS SET TO BE ATTENDING THE DUTCH GRAN PRIX THIS WEEKEND!

According to anonymous sources, Y/n Y/l/n will be attending the Dutch Gran Prix this weekend. This comes as a shock since she's deactivated her instagram, most likely due to the break-up of her band. The rest of WINGS will also be in attendance, all as guest of McLaren, whereas Y/n is a guest of Sir. Lewis Hamilton, in the Mercedes garage. They have been seen in public recently and have been sparking dating rumours, despite their age difference. Many fans are now speculating that another reason the band broke up is the supposed cheating rumours. Y/l/n was apparently dating lead guitarist Charles O'Brien, but cheated on him with 7 time World Champion, Lewis Hamilton. Their paparazzi photos certainly seem to paint a picture...

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You woke up puffy-eyed and angry. 3 days ago, you were on tour living your life to the fullest, singing and touring with your best friends, and your chosen family. At least, that's what you thought they were. It turns out they'd all been trying to get you out of the band that you started, for a couple of months now. They'd been lying to the press about you, making every little thing you did seem worse than it was, and your 'best friend' Charles O'Brien decided it was time to get you drunk enough to sleep with him.

You felt used. Every time you four went in for a record session, a new contract, a new show, you were told that you were the only reason the band was famous. You were the real talent.You were the moneymaker. You always brushed it off, telling them that you were so good, because the band was so good. You didn't give a fuck about people telling you to get out before they swindled you and felt you in the dirt. Now you wished you had listened. Now you wished you hadn't seen so blind to their blatant disregard for you. Now you wished you'd broken off from them years ago, even your brother.

Charles had been the backbone of getting you out, that you knew. He'd always hated how you got credit for making the band popular, when it really was you who made the band popular. It had been your idea to start a youtube channel at 12 years old, it had been your idea to enter your schools battle of the bands at 13 years old, and it was you who took the risk and trusted a manager for the first time, even going as far as being the only one to sign the contract, so they could always get out of it. You'd always been so considerate, so protective, so blind.

Today was the Dutch Gran Prix, and Lewis had decided it would be best for you to get out of the hotel room you'd been rotting in and come visit him for the race. You'd been to Gran Prix's before, but mostly when you were younger and not in the middle of a world tour, like you had been for the past year and a half. You left your room looking better than you had in days, you'd done your makeup, worn your favourite outfit, and you'd finally stopped crying. Small victories, right? You hadn't checked social media in days, you knew what you'd find, and you didn't want to know what everyone thought of you. You just wanted it all to stop.

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comments

alexalbon: Ok this is becoming pathetic now

-> logansargeant: YOU ONLY THINK IT'S PATHETIC NOW?

georgerussel: Poor kid :(

maxverstappen: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

danielriccardo: I'll swing by with some food. We can cry together brother

-> oscarpiastri: the only real one on the grid 💔💔💔 love you daniel

-> logansargeant: mate I held you when you cried last night.

-> oscarpiastri: and you're still complaining about it. Daniel doesn't complain.

nicolepiastri: Kids these days...

hattiepiastri: please take his phone away from him @/logansargeant, I can't handle anymore embarrassment.

-> logansargeant: I'm trying, I promise.

user67: can we talk about zak brown, wtf?

-> zbrown: he's too sexy to die (and crash my car)??? what don't u get????

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As you walked into the paddock beside Lewis, you felt the cameras on you. He was trying to shield you, but it wasn't exactly working.

"Y/n, how do you feel about what Charles said about you?!" "Y/n, are you and Lewis together? Did you cheat on Charles?"

What? How could you cheat on Charles when you weren't even dating him? That made no fucking sense. He'd assaulted you. You were going through the motions of suing him. How could anyone think you'd willingly have sex with the boy you'd seen as a brother for the past 22 years of your life?

"Follow me," Lewis whispered, leading you further away from the McLaren garage. "Don't worry about them, they're not going to talk to you."

You nodded, trying to put on a brave face as he led you to the Mercedes garage. You were used to the paddock, Lewis had known you since you were a young teenager embarking on your first tour with a new record deal, he'd shown you around as you stood nervous, just trying to do everything right, make yourself and the band look good. He gave you an important piece of advice that day.

"You don't need to worry about the cameras or the press, be yourself and the rest will come naturally."

A piece of advice you'd followed through your teenage years, and now into your 20's. You were scared again, but this time, you were alone. No band behind you, your brother wasn't there to protect you, and everyone hated you, for no good reason.

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As you sat down in the paddock, Toto gave you a look of pity.

"How's my favourite popstar?" He smirked, trying to cheer you up.

"Disgraced," you groaned, and leaned your head against his shoulder. Mercedes had been like a second family to you, you'd met everyone back when you were 14, just about to start a tour after a song you posted online went viral. Your first stop was Silverstone, playing for so many people made you want to run and hide instead of play, but Lewis and Toto had helped you out, calmed you down, and you'd smashed it. It skyrocketed your fame, and got you an extended record deal.

He sighed. "Not for long. Don't let the boys win, it's always a boy's world."

You chuckled. "Thanks Toto."

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Oscar jogged out of the McLaren garage as WINGS walked in. Logan had promised to let him stay at Williams if the band were too much for him, and he'd just had to listen to Charles O'Brien talk to his race engineer about how it was to fuck you. He felt sick to his stomach, and he didn't have anything else to do ahead of today, so off he went.

"Oscar!" Lewis's voice rung out and Oscar stopped in his tracks, turning to see where it was coming from. "Come here!"

Oscar walked over, confused by the sentiment. Lewis and Oscar didn't often speak before races. He walked over all the same, and there you were. Standing beside him looking gorgeous and flawless, and he knew he was fucked.

"Hi, I'm Y/n," you held out your hand to be shaken, and he did so with vigour, almost squeezing too hard.

"I'm Oscar," he smiled, then dropped your hand.

"See, I am a miracle worker," Logan's voice appeared out of nowhere, and Oscar whipped his head around to see him smirking. "I'm Logan," he introduced himself to you with a handshake which you reciprocated. "Oscar is basically in love with you and your music-"

"Mate!" Oscar tried to cover his mouth, but Logan was already in a laughing fit, as Lewis laughed with him. "I am so sorry about him, he's-"

"It's alright," you smiled. "It's honestly just nice to know that not every WINGS fan hates me now."

He frowned. "I'm really sorry about the break, it must've been awful."

You shrugged. "It was what was best for the band."

"I seriously doubt that. You were like, more than half the reason anyone ever listened," he chuckled. "You're amazing."

You felt yourself heat up. "Thank you. I think you're a pretty amazing driver."

"You watch F1?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, Lewis would kill me if I didn't," you chuckled. "It's also just really interesting, and congratulations on being like, the best rookie of all time."

He blushed and smiled. "Thank you."

You heard a camera snap and the small moment you two were having was ruined. Lewis and Logan had left you two to chat, and obviously now it looked... strange to say the least.

"God, I'd better go, sorry. You probably don't want to be seen with me-"

"I'd rather formulate my own opinion on you, rather than listen to what everyone else is saying. Do you want to go for a walk?"

You smiled, a real, genuine smile. "Yeah, that'd be lovely."

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"So... how are you?" he asked as you walked through the crowds of people.

"I'm alright," you answered hesitantly. "Charles isn't making anything easy."

Oscar sighed. "He's definitely not an easy person to be around."

"You met him?"

"For about 5 minutes before I had to leave so I wouldn't punch him," he chuckled.

You laughed. "He's good at first impressions."

"Evidently," Oscar smirked.

"Yeah it just sucks that he aired all that shit out y'know? It's just... so unfair, especially when the court case is still being pieced together by our lawyers-"

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'court case'?"

"I'm suing him, he assaulted me," you shrugged.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorry," he stopped and took your hand. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

You stopped for a moment. In the last 72 hours, no one had apologised, no one had checked in, and no one had been so heartbroken for you. Did he have to be perfect?

"T-thank you," you sniffled. "I'd better go, it was nice to meet you, b-bye Oscar."

Oscar was left standing outside Ferrari as you walked off to the Mercedes garage. He felt awful, no one should have that happen to them, and you were so sweet and kind, he almost couldn't believe someone would take advantage of that. He knew one thing though, he needed to see you again.

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comments

hater56: why is lewis still hanging out with her....

hater52: LEWIS RUN

hater79: lewis get away from the slut plz

oscarpiastri: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

-> lewishamilton: out of my comment section now.

-> y/nyl/n: stfu lewis

hater67: how is she still famous?

alexalbon: PLZ LET HER SWING BY WILLIAMS

-> logansargeant: I SECOND THIS ^^^^^

-> y/ny/l/n: omw rn

-> oscarpiastri: same. (just a conincidence)

-> logansargeant: 🧐🧐🧐

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hater77: she's so annoying, why does he like her?

-> oscarpiastri: girl. have you seen or meet her? THAT'S WHY

user66: This is insane.

alexalbon: nurse he's out again! -> logansargeant: he's scoping out Williams to find her. come back soon plzzzz

lewishamilton: it was embarrassing...

georgerussell: good luck with keeping away from you @/y/ny/l/n !

-> y/ny/l/n: 👍👍👍👍

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Oscar walked into Williams with one objective, to see you. He needed to talk to you again. As he was searching, he finally bumped into you.

"You found me," you smiled.

"I did," he smiled. "And I was wondering if you'd want to talk more."

"Well, right now I have to get to Mercedes," you explained and he deflated slightly. "But I can give you my number and we can get dinner sometime?"

He was elated.

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Months of texting and dating, healing with Oscar, getting into the studio, and finally, your next single was ready. It was called 'Labyrinth', and it was about how Oscar had turned everything around for you. He was perfect. Kind, a gentleman, funny, sweet, everything. You loved him. He loved you.

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[lulu2992]

So the Seeds have (non-official and likely non-canon) birthdays all over the Internet, and this is what the Google AI comes up with? I don’t even understand where it got 1918 or Germany from 😅

I also love that the first thing it shows and highlights after that (an excerpt of my post) gives a completely different answer, but it still doesn’t “realize” the ages don’t match up...

Somehow, I don’t think this information is accurate

[felassan]

David Gaider on Kieran, under a cut for length:

"CHARACTERS - DAY TWO: Kieran (Technically this is an addendum to yesterday, but I make the rules here so nyah!) Heading into DAI, I had a bite-sized problem on my hands. I knew Morrigan would feature. I also knew we were importing previous choices. So now I had to contend with: the Old God Baby. Here's the thing about honouring previous game choices, from a design perspective: it's a sucker's game. What many fans picture, when you mention it, is divergent *plot* -- the story changes path based on those major choices. How exciting! But you will never be able to deliver divergent plot. You can deliver flavour differences (usually in the form of divergent dialogue), character swaps (character X appears instead of Y), and extra content (such as a side quest) -- but plot branching, particularly the critical path? It's a question of resources, and there's never enough to go around. "Here Lies the Abyss" in DAI was about as good as it gets, and even that was a far cry from how I originally pictured it (hello last-minute insert of Stroud when a DAO Warden import got cut). The Old God Baby was one of the main choices from DAO -- Morrigan has a baby? With the Archdemon's soul?! Most DAO players who flagged that choice surely expected *monumental* consequences. World-shaking consequences! And we talked about it. We did. There were, like, three different designs of the DAI ending where OGB Kieran could cause complete divergence: new path, cutscenes, the whole nine yards. But it wasn't going to happen. It was a decision from *two games ago* that only a small minority (hello telemetry) would even choose. To the rest, they probably neither knew about it nor cared... so how many resources could you invest? To do what? Set up an even bigger divergence for the NEXT game? The other writers acknowledged my anxiety with a grim nod every time it came up, but they had no solutions. Finally, I realized there WAS a solution, and that was changing how I thought about the choice: don't make it about Kieran. The players don't know him, never have. Make it about Morrigan. Thus began a feverish three days where I wrote probably the most complicated scene of my career: Morrigan's reckoning with Flemeth in DAI and the fallout after. Three different versions (OGB Kieran, non-OGB Kieran, and no Kieran), each with branching for other choices (like the Well of Sorrows). I did it all at once. There was no other way to wrap my head around the complexity of it. It was also a tough sell to the team, considering the amount of cinematics work, but they agreed we had to do *something*. And still it felt... underwhelming, insofar as divergence goes. But it was also good. I remember when I first spoke with Claudia, about how this was Morrigan's story. This was about how motherhood had changed her, how she'd grown up. Claudia got a bit teary-eyed. It was a journey she was familiar with, she said. Her first son, Odin, had been born in 2005 not long after DAO came out. And, man, she killed with that performance! Kate, too, but I'll get to her later. Claudia dug down, and that scene where Morrigan tells Flemeth she'll never be the mother Flemeth was to her? That came from someplace very raw. It was devastating to witness in the booth. There were tears all around. Not long after, Claudia called and asked if maybe - just maybe - Odin could play Kieran? He was a bit young (not yet 5, then), but it felt... right? We agreed. Claudia was in the booth, gently coaching him through his lines, and I think that was the first moment I felt I'd done the right thing."

[source thread]

User: "Do you find it an odd choice that Kieran hasn’t been mentioned at all in Veilguard?" David Gaider: "If there’s less reactivity in DATV, I’m unsurprised. Continuing choice from up to 3 games earlier is… unsupportable. Yet DA established the expectation they would so… damned if you do, damned if you don’t?" [source]

User: "EA is one of the biggest game companies ever. I don't think more complex diverging plots are impossible." David Gaider: "Well, if only more writing was all it took. Sadly, it's also cinematics. Art time for all those reappearing characters you probably want to look *just* right. And let's not forget we have to test all those permutations! So I don't disagree with you in spirit, but I don't think it's the answer here." [source]

User: "is there a possibility of future kieran appearances in a book or something similar outside of the games?" David Gaider: "I'd have no way of knowing that." [source]

User: "I’m actually shocked so little people chose the dark ritual. That was basically the main reason Flemeth sent Morrigan with the wardens, no?" David Gaider: "The impression you get of what "most" players do - in almost any game, not just DA - is very different if you're online a lot. Consider here that it's not just the % of DAO players who chose the Dark Ritual, it's the % of DAI players WHO PLAYED DAO and cared to import that choice 5 years later." [source]

User: "Is there anything you wish you had done differently, in hindsight?" David Gaider: "Probably just to not ever do importing choices between games in the first place." [source]

User: "Kieran only existed in my DAI state b/c Morrigan as a mother really appealed to me. I wasn't expecting to be devastated by those scenes 😭 I guess when we complain about lack of consequences from prev choices in DAV we must also ask how MUCH are we willing to pay for those branches to exist?" David Gaider: "That's indeed it. Content directed towards reactivity would have to come from somewhere else. So essentially a shorter game overall for the sake of those hardcore fans who'd import - who would, I imagine, REALLY enjoy that... but it's a tough cost/benefit analysis to make." [source]

User: "mr gaider im gonna keep it real with you if i had to choose between my hof and hawke i would've simply passed away" David Gaider: "Right? That was the ENTIRE idea! I was very excited, and for a while it seemed possible." [source]

User: "This has been a very interesting read but I have to ask why they decided to use Stroud instead of the HoF" David Gaider: "1) Complexity of providing means for a player to build a Warden (which they did in DATV for the Inquisitor). Also spoiled the surprise. 2) We’d have needed to give the Warden a voice. Add these to the cost and it was deemed not worth it." [source]

User: "Genuine question, not a critique - but what made the OGB decision one that couldn't be handwaved as canon no matter what was or wasn't chosen? Leliana and Flemeth being around no matter what come to mind. Was OGB simultaneously too major and too minor of a decision?" David Gaider: "Flemeth and Leliana being alive were easily explainable, and we knew we were doing it even back then. Circumventing the Dark Ritual… that would be too cheap. We did talk about it, but it just felt too dishonest. Too high a price for what we’d get in return." [source]

David Gaider: "If I’d known the Well of Sorrows would only see reactivity in the confrontation with Flemeth, I’d probably have made a much bigger deal of it." [source]

David Gaider: "We could maybe have gotten past the need to "reconstruct" the Warden, much like the Inquisitor was reconstructed in DATV (so I understand), but the need to give the Warden a voice was the final nail. Too potentially disappointing for the very people who'd be excited about it, aside from the cost." [source]

[fandomnerd9602]

Family Ties

Wolf!Natasha x Reader

You and your wolf hybrid mate Natasha Romanoff always thought that it would be lovely to have kids.

But it just wasn’t in the cards. The Red Room ensured that.

But still Natasha continued to show how amazing a mother she would be. She was Aunt Nat to Clint’s kids and her demeanor around any and all kids in general was extremely motherly.

She was so loving and kind and then as soon as the kids would leave, her ears and tail would drop. You would always end up hugging her close, just trying to comfort her any way you could.

Most following evenings were spent with Natasha curled up in your arms whether it was in her cave or on your couch in your apartment.

“Baby it’s alright,” you always tried to reassure her.

“I know but I want…” she would cry into your chest, “…and you deserve to be a…” Natasha found herself unable to finish that sentence.

“Someday, my wolf, someday” you would kiss the top of her head.

The world still wasn’t entirely sure of hybrids at this point. Many were still fearful of wolf hybrids like Natasha. And so the one time that you and her applied for the opportunity to foster, you were denied.

That just about shattered Natasha’s heart. It seemed like every possible avenue that you and Natasha looked into to grow your little burgeoning pack, you were being thwarted.

That was until recently. You and Natasha were conducting a raid on the latest Red Room facility. Yelena worked on rescuing animal hybrids as you and Natasha were working clean up when a scent caught your wolf mate’s nostrils. And then came the gentle cries.

“Malysh,” Natasha turned to you, “t-there’s someone still here. No wait…two.”

You followed Natasha as she allowed her ears to lead her right to the source of the sounds: one last prison cell.

You worked quickly and unlocked the door. Natasha flung it open.

The two of you peered inside and found two small children. Deer hybrids. A little girl and a little boy, roughly around 4 or 5 years old. They were huddled together.

You and Natasha shared a glance. The deer hybrids before you were just babies. Natasha got down on her knees. She motioned for you to join her, which you quickly did.

The little girl had reddish brown hair and her brother had platinum blonde hair. The boy tried so hard to guard his sister with his whole body.

“Hey,” Natasha gently whispered to the two kids, “we won’t harm you. M-My name is Natasha and this is mate (Y/N).”

“Hi there” you said gently to the two kids. “What’s your names?”

The little boy looked apprehensive at you. The little girl raised her head and looked into your eyes and Natasha’s. For you and Natasha, you hardly knew these two little kids but you were already so in love with them.

The little girl seemed to feel the same way, she looked at you and Natasha, “W-Wanda.” She responded in a small Sokovian tinged accent, “m-my name is Wanda Maximoff”

“Wanda. That’s a very beautiful name little one” Natasha replied, tears already forming in her eyes.

“P-Pietro” the twin brother responded, still a little apprehensive and trying to keep his sister safe.

“Pietro” you replied to the young boy with a smile, “seem like a cool little dude in my book”

The two kids appeared to ease up a little. Maybe they could sense your auras. They could tell they were in the presence of good people.

“Well little podaroks (gifts)” Natasha said, opening her arms to them, “wanna get out of here?”

Wanda slowly got out of her brother’s arms and ran right into Natasha’s, clinging to your wolf mate for dear life.

“Please do not let me go” the little doe begged.

“Never” Natasha whispered back, “I’ll never let you go Wanda”

Pietro jumped into your arms, the little boy just about collapsed into tears, “I got you Piet. I got you” you reassured him.

You and Natasha carried those small little deer children out of the facility and didn’t set them down until you were far away from that horrible place.

As for them, Wanda and Pietro didn’t want to leave yours and Natasha’s side even when you all got back to the sanctuary.

Wanda, the precious little deer, would alternate being held by Natasha and you. She just wanted to be close.

Pietro just wanted to be close to you. He stuck to you like glue.

Even when you got them a nice bedroom at the sanctuary. “Where are you going?” Wanda asks with a little whine.

“It’s time for bed, little one” Natasha giggled.

“You two are more than welcome to sleep wherever you feel comfortable” you explained to the little twins.

You and Natasha walked back to your cave where you were greeted by Yelena. She smirked and laughed at you both.

“What’s so funny, sestra?” Natasha asked, her tail swishing curiously.

“You may need to invest in two twin beds for cave” Yelena replied with a little smirk.

Yelena pointed behind you. You and Natasha turned around to see little Wanda and Pietro standing behind you with pillows they had taken from their room. Their little pleading eyes look directly at you and your mate.

“We like you,” the little girl spoke softly. “Can we stay in cave with you?”

“Please” the platinum blonde boy added.

You and Natasha looked to one another, like there was ever a debate. Natasha’s tail began to swish happily.

“Our cave is your cave” Natasha said with a giggle. The children quickly followed you and your wolf girl into her cave.

And they haven’t left since.

You and Natasha knew you were both in love in that moment. And that little Wanda and Pietro Maximoff had finally found their home.

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[lulu2992]

Well, this picture looks familiar :’)

[freakattack]

Favorite obscure Mario characters?

GLOM

The light of my fucking life. As a lifelong koopalinghead and specifically iggyhead i slurped up the Nintendo Adventure Books like a slug slurps slime and obviously a connoisseur of my caliber would immediately latch onto this thing. It's a cloning machine Iggy made that turns sand into clones but more importantly it is a 15 ft tall clanking clunking contraption with googly eyes (to see what it's cloning, natch), a stack of CRT monitors that each display a different horror B-movie at all times, and a constant trail of slime oozing from its tank treads. If this is not your favorite Mario character of all time then you're an idiot.

2. DOUGHNUTEER

I might be the only person who cares about doughnuteer and I couldn't tell you why. Actually I can, it's because he reminds me of a little shrew

And I like doughnuts.

3. PIRANHA SUE

In addition to the Nintendo Adventure Books i also lapped up the corresponding Nintendo Comics System, which followed a similar continuity in the absence of more official sources of mario lore. I never appreciated piranha sue as much as I should have in my youth but after revisiting these comics a couple years ago i can safely say that she is the greatest bootleg piranha plant I have ever met and it is an honor to witness her evil human teeth. I want her in mario baseball.

4. HERMAN SMIRCH

Herman smirch is a terrible person and character but I am transfixed by his awfulness and so he is here. Growing up the Game Boy Comic was like the evil counterpart to the Nintendo Comics System, but now that I'm grown up and evil myself I can truly appreciate the depths of its depravity. The gist of Herman Smirch is that he is a shitty loser republican from new jersey who obtains a game boy that, through the will of Tatanga (who lives in the game boy), manipulates him into committing increasingly violent crimes until he has embroiled himself in an international military conflict. The game boy comic was supposed to make people want to buy the game boy but in practice placed it center stage in a slow burn of this already terrible man's spiral into insanity. What a yarn. I have shown a highlights reel of herman's wacky antics here but if you're too lazy to click that link then I at least want you to see this:

5. FRACKTAIL

Fracktail is comparatively not obscure at all but I don't care it's my list I'll cry if I want to. If I put fracktail here then I would technically be justified in also putting other mario rpg all-stars like Bowyer and TEC-XX and Valentina but I won't go that far, Fracktail can be here on their behalf. Anyway, the first time I saw this thing I screamed, because I thought I was going to have to fight it, and then it was friendly and then I loved it forever. And then a stupid bastardly clown came and destroyed everything and ruined my life but this isn't about him. I love you Fracktail and I wish you were still here. You didn't deserve that

6. HAL 9001

Moving on

7. WOOSTER

Before Toadsworth, there was Wooster. The original long-suffering butler to the Toadstools, Wooster was a Nintendo Comics System Special who presumably passed alongside the Mushroom King he served. There isn't much to say about his character beyond the typical trappings of Beleagured Butler, but there is one thing that makes him interesting to think about and that is the comic called "Wooster Quit". In "Wooster Quit", every Mario character is FLABBERGASTED because Wooster Quit, and they can't imagine a life without Wooster. So the whole comic is about everybody trying to get Wooster back and of course Wooster comes back and the status quo is restored. But the premise of casting this mario OC as an essential player in these characters' lives is funny to me in a meta sense because we very much do live a life without Wooster. We are living in a post-Wooster world. It just goes to show that no matter how obscure you are, you are important to someone. Even if that someone is me.

8. ROACHIE

Roachie is the cockroach living in Wario's brain. One morning, she crawled up his nose, which Wario was horrified by but not for the reason you might think: "Is little roachie gone for good?!?!!?" As a devout cockroach appreciator, I was touched by Wario's genuine concern for God's most darling creature. Fortunately, little roachie was not indeed gone for good, because that very night, Wario heard her walking around inside his skull. Yippie! Hooray! We can only hope that she is living a nice life up there to this day. Hope is all we have.

9. BRAWL DOLL

This will come as no surprise to those who know me, but if you don't know me: fellas, I fucking love ventriloquist dolls. Charlie mccarthy was my idol growing up. I'll never be half the dummy he was. So a wario-branded wooden doll is basically my ant bait. Brawl Doll is what Geno could have been if Square wasn't full of squares.

10. THE BEETLES 'R' US SNIFIT

They put me in a mario game