#the dad who is never named. colonel dad

[raett97]

just re-watched the accountant bc i'm going to see the accountant 2 this afternoon and ugh. it's such a good movie.

like. okay so i get that the dad was not the best from the perspective of any ND person ever. but i really really do like his character? he was a dad just trying to do what he thought was best for his kids. and like. when the mum left and Chris was having a meltdown the dad calmed him with the Solomon Grundy rhyme. which really just indicates to me that no the dad was not ignoring in any way shape or form the difficulties his son had or his differences. didn't yell at him or tell him to calm the fuck down or w/e. didn't try and force him to be normal or mask. he knew the coping mechanism his kid used and employed it.

like yeah he was a hard ass and 'raised his kids tough' or whatever. forced him to acclimatise rather than support and cater to his needs in ways which may very well be classified as abuse. but he was doing his best with the tools and environment he had in the way he thought best, even if we might think that way is wrong.

and he died protecting his son. taking a bullet for him. and it's obvious that both Chris and Brax did love him for all of his faults, what with Brax beating the shit out of Chris and Chris letting him.

so like. yeah. I love the character, flawed as he is.

[jjoppees]

I'm Still Yours

pairing: yandere!husband!Caleb x wife!reader

tags: angst, HINTS of fluff, explosions ig, romance, pregnancy, established relationship-married, obsession, I don't even know if I can call this yandere since it's Caleb LMAO, no other descriptions except for pregnant fem reader, no beta we die like Caleb

Based on this post

Caleb’s heartbeat lulled you into a sense of security as you leaned against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong, a reassuring rhythm beneath your fingertips. You pressed your palm to his chest, closing your eyes as his warmth wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe it,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the small swell of your belly. “We’re having a baby.”

You roll your eyes as a soft smile tugged at your lips. “You’ve been saying that for months, don’t you get tired of it?”

“Nope, I’ll probably keep saying it until she’s here.” Caleb bent down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I can’t wait to meet her. My pipsqueak’s going to be a mother.”

Your fingers tightened in his uniform. “And to think the man who accidentally locked and left me in the attic is going to be a father.”

Caleb chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Hey! That was an accident. Besides, I’m going to spoil the little princess rotten, you know that?”

You laughed. “Never doubted it.”

In the blink of an eye, your very world crashed and burned.

One moment, you were laughing from his cheesy dad jokes, the next, he was ripped away from you so soon. That  violent explosion reduced your childhood home into burning rubble. The blast came without warning, its deafening boom swallowed everything in its path. You clutched your belly, your trembling hands desperate to shield the unborn life within you.

Smoke filled the air, searing your throat with every desperate breath. Through tear-filled eyes, you tried to push yourself up, your vision dimming, contrasting the fiery wreckage that had once been your safe haven. You screamed his name, your voice raw and broken, but it was futile.

Your mind refused to accept the truth.

 Your heart almost pounded out of your chest as you clawed at the debris, your hands raw from trying to find any sign of him. The heat charred your skin, and the metallic scent of blood and ash filled your nostrils, but none of it mattered. 

All that mattered was finding him.

You gasped for air, struggling to stay conscious as exhaustion and grief devoured you. Inside of you, Caleb’s permanent reminder stirred, a faint reminder that you were not entirely alone. 

But how could you go on without him? To live in a world that cruelly took him from you? A world that could take your baby too?

Your body trembled as sobs wracked your frame, the realization stabbing you in the heart. 

He was gone. 

The love of your life, the father of your child, the man who had promised to always be by your side—gone in an instant. 

And all you could do was scream his name.

It was suffocating.

Every morning, you woke up reaching for him, only to find the bed cold and empty. The silence of your room was deafening, broken only by the soft whimpers of your newborn baby—Caleb’s daughter. The symbol of the love that the two of you carefully curated over the years.

You were on maternity leave, which meant endless hours spent alone, caring for a child who would never meet her father. A child who had Caleb’s eyes, his hair, his smile. Every time you looked at her, it was a cruel reminder of the very man you had lost.

Some nights, you cried yourself to sleep. Other nights, you sat in the nursery, holding your baby close, whispering stories about her father so She would never forget the man who loved and cherished her before she was even born.

The Farspace Fleet, a name spoken in hushed whispers, an organization so powerful that even the highest-ranking officials answered to their commander—the Fleet Colonel.

No one dared to challenge him. No one questioned his authority.

And now, he was here.

Caleb.

But he was not your Caleb.

He stood before you, his uniform pristine, his expression unreadable and devoid of any emotions. But his eyes—those same eyes you had fallen in love with—burned with something dangerous. Something obsessive.

Your heart pounded. “Caleb…”

His gaze softened as he stepped forward, reaching for you. “Fate can be cruel. In this world, you live. You and our baby.” His lips curled into something akin to relief, but there was a dark edge to it. 

“I won’t lose you again.”

From that moment, he made it his mission to take you back.

He used his power, his influence, his fleet to ensure you and the baby were safe, protected, provided for. But it wasn’t just protection—it was control. Every move you made, every decision, he was there. 

Watching. 

Waiting.

Unfortunately for you, he couldn’t differentiate from protecting you and taking away your freedom.

“I can give you everything,” he murmured one night, standing in the doorway of your quarters. “A life without struggle. Without fear. All you have to do is let me in.”

You swallowed hard. “Caleb, this isn’t right.”

His jaw tightened. “In my universe, I failed. I let you die. Do you know what that did to me?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “I spent every second of my life without you in agony. Don’t you understand, pips? I can’t lose you again. ”

You looked down at your daughter, sleeping peacefully in your arms. “But I’m not her. And she’s not…”

“She is my daughter. Our little princess, remember?” Caleb’s voice was firm, unwavering. “And you are my wife.”

Tears burned your eyes. “My Caleb is dead.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your face. “We promised to love each other in every universe. The Caleb you knew is still me, and so will the others in every universe. One thing that will never change is the love we have for you.”

You didn’t know how long you could resist him.

He was everywhere. Every time your daughter reached for him, calling him “Dada,” something inside you cracked. Every time he looked at you with that desperate longing.

You felt your resolve wavering.

welp, i tried.

if someone wants to remake this, feel free to do so, just tag me

[a-casxandra]

❝𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗠𝗘.❞

Caleb x you [non-mc] | Caleb x mc

𝑺𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔 : After the war ends and the world is declared wanderer-free, you wait for the man who promised to return—Caleb, your over and a colonel with gravity powers. But he never comes back. Years later, you finally met again.. but things were different. He's Alive. Older. With no memory of you. Now, watching him smile at another, living the life you once dreamed of, you're left with only one question: 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀𝗻’��� 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱—𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀?

"Do you really have to go?"

Your voice barely carries through the heavy silence of your shared quarters. You sit on the edge of the bed, hands trembling, knuckles white as you clutch his glove. Caleb turns at the door—tall, imposing in his colonel’s uniform—yet softened by the tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you.

You already talked about this. Pleaded. Asked him to resign. But he wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

“This is my duty,” he’d said. “My dream. I want to protect you—so you could live without having to worry about wanderers. to everyone else too."

You remember how his arms wrapped around you that night. How he whispered promises against your skin. "I’ll come back to you. I always do."

So you let him go.

And you waited.

The world descended into chaos. Wanderers roamed freely, grotesque echoes of corrupted Evol energy. Evolvers fought back—Caleb among them. The government ordered a lockdown. Civilians were instructed not to interfere. Rations were delivered. Streets emptied. Skies darkened.

But you waited.

Weeks became months. Months turned into years.

You blamed yourself more often than not.

You were powerless—just a civilian. No Evol, no strength, no use.

All you could do was survive.

All you could do was wait.

Then, the world declared itself Wanderer-Free.

The war was won. The streets opened again.

And Caleb...

Didn’t come back.

You went to the Farspace Fleet. Demanded answers.

They told you he was missing. Then, days later—presumed dead.

Just another name on a long list of the lost.

You didn’t believe it. You refused to believe it.

You waited still.

Two Decades Later – Winter, Linkon City

You’re 42 now. You look it too—lines softening your once-youthful face, silver threads starting to braid into your long, uncut hair. Hair he once trimmed for you. You never let anyone else touch it.

People asked you to move on. Some even tried to love you. You turned them away.

How could you let go of a love that never said goodbye?

Then you met her—MC.

A kind woman who recently moved to Linkon City. Around your age. Warm-hearted. Glowed when she spoke of her son, and her husband.

You liked her. You liked the boy, too. Ten years old. Bright eyes.

But the first time you saw him, your heart stuttered.

He looked familiar. Too familiar.

You told yourself it was just your imagination.

Today – Outside the Library

“Mom! Dad is here!” the boy calls out as he runs toward the man waiting by the curb.

MC laughs. “Ah, my dear’s here.”

She turns to you. “Come! Let me introduce you—this is my husband—”

Your world stops.

“Caleb...?”

You don’t mean to say it aloud. But it spills from your lips before you can catch it.

The man—taller, older, refined with age but unmistakably him—blinks, puzzled. “Do we… know each other?”

MC tilts her head. “Oh? You two know each other?”

You force a shaky smile, swallowing the sob clawing at your throat. “...Childhood friends,” you lie. “We were childhood friends.”

Caleb’s brows knit slightly, and then he offers a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry… I had amnesia. During the war. Some memories never came back. If we were close… I’m sorry I can’t remember.”

MC gasps softly. “That’s unexpected… but what a small world.” She beams at you. “I’m so glad you found someone from your past!”

Caleb smiles, warmer now. “It’s good to know I still have connections here. Even if I don’t remember them.”

“Maa! Let’s go home! It’s cold!”

The child tugs at his sleeve. Caleb chuckles and bends to lift him into his arms.

He turns to you one last time.

“Nice to meet you… again, I guess.”

And just like that, he walks away. Hand in hand with his wife. With their son.

With your dreams.

You stand frozen in place, the ghost of his smile seared into your memory.

“Yeah… it’s nice to see you again,”

you whisper, but your voice trembles. Cracks.

You don’t move, even as their silhouettes blur into the snowfall.

He’s alive. Caleb is alive.

And he doesn’t remember you.

He built a new life. New love. New child.

You should’ve been in her place. It should’ve been your family.

But you can’t hate her.

She didn’t steal him—she simply loved him in your absence.

And he…

He loved her the same way he once loved you.

And so, beneath the heavy silence of winter: “Maybe it’s time I accept the changes…” you whispered, as snow began to fall. But the wind carried no answer.

Just silence.

And still—you waited.

Not for him.

But for the day it would stop hurting.

You were once his future.

Now you’re just a whisper from a forgotten past.

And fate, cruel as ever, let you live to remember it.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i just lost caleb to zayne, and i'm legit crying. because i already didn't got sylus's "where the heart lives" (i started playing during sylus's bday) and now i also didn't get caleb's birthday "no return night" so yeah, i'm gonna be petty and write caleb angst because i didn't get him.

[gremlingottoosilly]

König x reader with an arranged marriage trope? But it’s not so random because he’s known you long before and pulled some strings to get him there.

This bastard did everything in his power to get into your bed. Your vows too - but your bed mainly. Taking up the most dangerous missions, the most impossible jobs - being in three different conflicts at the same time, wrecking havoc in places he couldn't even pronounce, killing more people in three month than he did in his while life up to this point. Getting more money than he knew what to do with - sitting neatly in the savings account, in the investments account. Some bullshit cuts of sales he doesn't know what to do with, more houses than he ever got to live in. Everything to impress you - or your family, mostly. They would never settle you with a socially anxious soldier, but they would be fine with getting their fiance as a rich colonel, right? The weight of his new rank was nothing compared to the look your father gave him. Old bastard already plotting on how to sell his daughter to the highest bitter...then again, Konig is a slightly less old bastard who wouldn't ever get a chance with you if it weren't for your parents. His anxiety runs rampant as he makes the proposal. Looking at they way you stare at him - scared, confused, just a tiny bit worried. He wants for you to stop looking at him like he is going to murder you...but then again, a bit of fear is nice for the bride. You wouldn't forget who is making you feel good and buys you all of those things in that case. Who is letting you be married without a dowry to your name. You might hate him at first, not knowing the lengths he went just to buy your affection - but you'll be fine soon. Calm and wonderful, his pretty girl. His good, adorable thing. You can be angry at him - it's only natural when your dad sends you off to some colonel you never heard about, but Konig would take your hand and lead you through all the obstacles of getting married. He is patient - waited for you long enough, he can get his wife a bit upset. You will come around eventually. Would learn to recognise just how much you should like him...and if you wouldn't want to consummate the marriage on the first night...he has the most beautiful ropes in place for you. You will look so good in those.

[eirakairos]

Gravitate Towards You

Pairing: Caleb x MC

Summary: After avoiding it for years, you and your son visited Skyhaven for a plane exhibit. While buying food, your son encountered a certain colonel.

A/N: I decided to finally write this after seeing @/mashimarr0 's art of Caleb, MC, and their son. I named the son "Connor" (Clyde was 2nd choice), and I was thinking of 1. His name should start with C and 2. One of the meanings of Connor is "lover of hounds", similar to Caleb's name meaning "dog".

Words: 1,504

Tags: they have a son (but caleb doesn't know it), canon divergence (pretend all of the trauma and mind control doesn't exist here lol), hurt but will get to comfort eventually

Chapter 2

You looked at the island above the clouds while riding in the Coelum Express to visit Skyhaven. 

Upon arrival, you arrived at the floating metropolis. On your day off, you were going to a plane exhibition event. “Whoa…” you looked at the source of the voice, a little boy holding your hand. You smiled as you looked down on your young son. “You’re enjoying it so far?” You asked. He nodded, smiling… Just like him.

It’s been years since you went as Skyhaven was both a salvation and prison to you. The actual place felt like a prison, but the salvation… It was because of a person who lives there. You heard in recent reports from The Association that the colonel resides in the Fleet now and rarely goes down in Skyhaven. Despite this information, you’re still in disguise, wearing a hat to conceal your face. You really don’t want to go, but your son wants to see planes. You sighed and agreed to plan as it's been weeks since you worked overtime, spending little time with him. As you two walked, he saw the venue, with a decommissioned plane displayed outside. Your son gasped and pointed, being excited. “Mom! That looks so cool!” he said, clutching his plane plushie. “Yes, just remember to behave, okay Connor?” you said, patting his head. Seeing him grin again, is always a reminder of him, his father.

It was the worst fight you had with him, he reluctantly lets you go back to Linkon. It was the time you were confirmed pregnant and you don’t want to burden the relationship more. He was persistent in wanting to work it out with him, but in his absence because of work and having little time you felt trapped and felt it was a prison, you demanded to go back. He had loved you so much that despite he didn’t want to, he let you be. He gave you privacy, and you were careful about your son, as you don’t want him to barge into your residence and work. Wherever he is, you hope he is doing okay.

You and Connor went inside, he was pointing planes left and right, knowing their model names. You tried to keep the information he was saying, but you enjoyed seeing his enthusiasm. He was a spitting image of his father, with dark hair and purple eyes, and had a fascination with aviation. Your heart aches as he is the embodiment of his love with yours. Your thoughts break as you see a line of soldiers rushing in, making the crowd make way, along with you and Connor. A prominent figure walks swiftly with them, showing authority and elegance. ‘Caleb…’ you thought. “Mom, who is that?” Connor whispered. Your heart beats fast in shock as you didn’t expect he is here again in Skyhaven. He never changed, he still looks as charming as ever. “He… He is the colonel,” you answered quietly. Connor gasped in astonishment. “Mom, he’s cool,” he said. You watched him walk away, going somewhere to do his duties. You suddenly thought that he was here because this was an aviation event, of course, the Farspace Fleet would have a hand in this. You wanted to slap yourself that you missed this logic. The crowd dispersed again and went to view more of the exhibit. “He is not as cool as my dad though!” Connor said. You chuckled softly, he doesn’t know details about his father, especially since he just saw him. You are nervous as he might see you, you have to be low-key as long as you’re in Skyhaven.

“Mom, you look tired, do you want me to get a drink?” he offered after walking for a while. You smiled at him, he always made sure you were alright and understanding, this trait was definitely not inherited from you. He acted more mature in his age, but you wanted to make sure he enjoyed his childhood. “Mom, just sit down, I’ll get you snacks and a drink,” he said as he held your hand and made you sit on a bench nearby. You rested as he ran to find a vending machine to get something. He is aware of your health issues that arose after childbirth and also had to keep working to sustain you and your son’s needs. You were fine… Just emotionally tired as you see him again after so many years. Caleb… You wondered about what-ifs like if you agreed to stay or force him to go with you… Or him learning about Connor. You sighed, at least you have peace with your son and have a normal life.

Connor saw a vending machine and looked at his pockets for change. He looked above, your favorite apple juice is way above his height. He tried to reach it but couldn’t.

“Need some help?” he heard someone behind him. Connor turned around and he was surprised. “Oh, you’re the colonel!” he said. The colonel only smiled and pressed the button where the apple juice was. Connor got the dispensed apple juice can. “Thank you,” he said. He then went to the other vending machine to order snacks as the colonel ordered the same thing. “I saw you earlier, it was really cool,” he said. “I’m glad you enjoyed this exhibit,” the colonel kneels. He looked at the boy more, he saw a version of himself in this kid. He felt an odd connection. “My name is Connor, Sir,” the boy said as he held out his hand, while the other carried the drink and snacks. “I’m Colonel Caleb,” Caleb replied and shook his hand. “Are you with someone?” he continued. “Ah, I’m with my mom, she is a bit tired so I got some food,” he replied. Connor took his leave as he ran off, leaving Caleb wondering why he felt odd about seeing that kid.

“I’m back, Mom,” Connor said as he happily gave you a sandwich and a can of apple juice. “Thank you, Connor,” you said and kissed his cheek. “You can roam around the exhibit if you want, I’ll just rest for a bit,” you said. “Are you sure, Mom? I can stay here,” he said. “Yeah, I’m alright,” you replied. You wanted your son to enjoy this trip, despite your health limitations. “Don’t go too long and too far okay?” you smiled. Connor smiled as he carried his plane plushie to see more planes.

He looked around in the halls for the models, he was also curious about the colonel. Connor saw the plane he was looking for, it was an old model, but it had significance to him. As he walked closer, he saw the familiar figure again, the colonel. Caleb looked at him again and recognized him. “She is a beauty, isn’t she?” he said. The kid nodded. “You know this plane?” the colonel asked. “Yes, I owned a figurine of this given by my mom,” Connor replied. “Well, I think this is still sturdy enough, I can bring you inside,” Caleb said. “Really? Is that okay?” Connor said, being excited. Caleb chuckled. “I think it's fine since you’re with the pilot,” he answered. The kid was astonished and followed Caleb inside.

He seated in the cockpit as Caleb taught him the basic controls. He happily listened with focus and the colonel was surprised by how knowledgeable Connor was in his age. “How do you know this much about aviation?” Caleb chuckled. “Ah… My dad was a pilot. My mom gave me his books, I only see pictures because the words are too hard,” he said. Caleb chuckled again, understanding it might be similar to the books he used to own when he was studying at the university. “Figures, I mean you also hold an old airplane plushie,” the colonel pointed. A memory resurfaced to him, of getting it in a crane machine for his beloved many years ago. “My mom gave me this… She also gave me a toy that looked like this plane, she said Dad used to fly this plane,” he continued. “Where is he now? Did he retire?” Caleb asked. Connor shook his head. “I don’t know. Mom didn’t tell me much about him, but he was not around,” Caleb just nodded, Caleb didn’t pursue more as it is a sensitive topic. “I wanted to find him, I tried asking Mom. She gets sad whenever I ask, so I stopped,” the kid continued. “Well, if he was a pilot, maybe I knew him?” Caleb asked, rubbing his chin. He thought maybe the kid’s dad was the same age as him, maybe from the alumnus in DAA or went to Farspace. “Oh, maybe!” Connor said in renewed interest and stopped. “I… I don’t know his name, sorry…” Connor said sadly. The colonel just smiled. “Well, his last name? Maybe we’ll have a clue there.” Caleb asked.

The kid looked at him and answered. “Oh! I know his last name, it is the same as mine! It’s Xia!”

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)

He was a human battering ram.

She was a recon sniper.

Can I make it any more obvious?

Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic

Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.

(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)

Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.

The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.

She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.

Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.

Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).

König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").

When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.

So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.

(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children) They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).

Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).

König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").

They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.

Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3

Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.

[grey-cyrus]

✦Bear Hybrid Nikto Pt. 1

{This is my first attempt at this so bear with me, get it? HAD to be a dad for a minute}

TW: mentions of others death on the field, minor cut, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of stalking mentions of m\/rder mentions of branding, as well as mental instability.

Info: chubby!user, cowhybrid!user, cma!user

Nikto the bear hybrid. Fluffy ears and tail, with enough body hair to drown in would be labeled as this cold hearted soldier. He didn’t see people as human beings, he saw them as targets. A big red bullseye across any weakness seen on the enemy. He never got close with anyone, sure there were people he tolerated. But he never developed a meaningful connection with anyone.

Today was like no other, just walking down the hall to the med-bay after an accident with his knife during training. It was nothing but a cut, yet his colonel wouldn’t let him take care of it himself. Which would’ve been him dumping a shit ton of hydrogen peroxide and then putting a cheap off-brand bandaid that failed to stick for more than fifteen minutes. Probably forgetting about the sting of pain not long after, his body and face covered with burnt flesh and scars that he’s not had feeling in for years.

His walk to the med-bay was just as patronizing as he could imagine it would be. He opened the polished wooden double doors and there sat a random woman, her face didn’t register in his twisted mind. Just a figurative grey blur he saw on almost everyone.

The usual happened, he filled out a form, he was sat in a chair and dismissed as important. Just like always, only useful if he’s got a corpses head in hand. After what felt like eternity, but was really just thirty minutes he was called back by a lady with a clipboard. He followed her mindlessly, trying to keep up with her. Even if he was a forty-nine-year-old who was in better shape than most twenty-year-old’s he was failing to keep up with the nurses speed-walking. “How are we a high ranking operator unable to keep up with a nurse.” He said to himself.

By the time he reached the door he was trying to hide his huffing and puffing, he walked inside as they said “The nurse will be with you soon.” The moment that door closed is when the voices in his head raged more than usual. “Are we getting too old for this?” “Are we gonna get put off Spetsnaz because of our age?” Several worrying thoughts that consumed him whole.

The fifteen minute wait was gone in seconds, a dead stare in his eyes. Focusing on the ophthalmoscope hanging on the charging dock. Before he heard a knock at the door, his senses alert and ready to attack.

Entering was you, a chubby, cow hybrid. Long hair, scrubs hiding your curves but yet you could see the spark ignite in Nikto’s eyes. Something primal, but not lust. Something more sinister.

He couldn’t believe his eyes this absolute goddess was standing in front of him, she looked like she was crafted hand made for him by Aphrodite. The alters had calmed down, for the first time since he was a child his mind was so quiet he could hear a pin drop. His mask hid his face, which he was absolutely sure was burning. The disfigured flesh with a pink hue, a disgusting sight he had always told himself. But now, he was praying he was anything but.

He had to have you, if it was the last thing he ever did in his useless life. Nothing mattered anymore, it wasn’t a cute little crush. It was pure unbridled obsession. Instantly you had stolen his heart. He would move mountains for you, kill for you, he would carve your name into his chest along with the other scars. He would make it the deepest, even if he was writhing in pain. He wanted to be permanently branded by you, yours and only yours.

You stared at him for a few seconds, intimidated by the look in his eyes. “Um. I mean, Good morning, sir. How are you doing? And can I please take your vitals?”

God, he could feel his brain malfunction with every word coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t even respond for a moment, trying to gather the right words to not make a fool of himself. “W— We are good. Yes.”

You took that as a okay to grab the blood pressure cuff, gently taking his arm and putting it semi-tightly on his arm. Clicking the buttons on the machine as it pumped up, his gaze never breaking from your eyes. It honestly made you a little uncomfortable, reaching for the pulse oximeter. The cuff fully deflated with a beep, as the oximeter finished. “130/90 for the blood pressure, 113 for heart rate, and 100 for o2 stat. You’re just a little bit elevated, sir.”

He knew it was elevated by the way he felt like he was on fire, your gentle and caring touch on him gave his sick mind a different idea. He convinced himself that you wanted him just as much as he did you. The way you handled him, the way your tail flicked the sign he mistook for an affectionate sway instead of a fearful flick.

“So, what am I seeing you for today?” He didn’t even talk; he just took off his tactical glove. There laid a light cut, nothing too deep but still could use a proper cleaning considering the dirt from training was still littered on the wound. "Aw, I'm sorry. Can I see it? I'll make sure to be careful."

He was more than eager to have your hands on him again, any way that he could get it. If you slapped him, he would probably fall even more in love with you. His tail thumping happily against the chair, as he nodded. You swore you could almost see a pink blush overthrow his black eye paint.

You grabbed some medical latex gloves from the box on the counter, slipping them on with practiced ease. Sliding a tray over and sitting on the stool in front of him, rinsing it with a sterile water solution and a bar of anti-bacterial soap. “You have soft hands.” Blunt. Was what the man was, but you didn’t mind it. Years of medical training made you numb to people like him, just getting the care over with as fast as possible. “Thank you, sir.” You opened a brand-new box of antibiotic ointment, sliding a thin layer on before wrapping it in some gauze. His eyes watching every move.

"Alright! That's got you all set, I'll have some care instructions printed out for you and then you should be on your way. But I stress enough that you remember to never use antibiotic ointment that's been opened for a long period of time. It can set up infection and make the healing process longer."

In any other situation he would've said in a thick Russian accent, "To hell with the instructions." If it came to his health, he was very careless of what happened. But when it came from you, he wanted to memorize that instruction list down to the punctuation. When you got up to leave, his world came crashing down. Every alter in his head was screaming at him, the peace long gone. He was panicking, his delicate little heifer was walking away to her care to other patient’s. He couldn’t have it.

Nikto had to claim her. Even if it meant chaining her in his house and never letting her see the light of day again. The moment she closed that door and walked out was the second he decided he would make her, his. His little heifer. He would learn her schedule, her likes, dislikes, her favorite pair of panties so he could keep them in his nightstand as a permanent reminder of her.

He would have her sleep with him during his upcoming hibernation that was around the corner, an act reserved for lovers. He was a very traditional man so he would never hibernate with anyone but a lover. He would make her love him, one way or another. No matter if he had to kill every person in her life until he was the center of her love, he hated to share. A territorial bear was all he was.

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[callsign-rogueone]

what do you think dain’s dad was like when dain was growing up? what do we think dain’s childhood was like?

the short answer: cold. distant. detached.

the long answer:

I’m still not done with onyx storm, but I made it to one tiny line (literally not even a spoiler, but you’ve been warned anyway) where the gang is wondering how Dain turned out halfway normal with the colonel for a father. and Brennan says… “he had ours, too.”

o u c h

and in iron flame (or maybe it was fourth wing? can you tell I have never re-read these books…), at some point col aetos says “you’re such a disappointment, Violet.” how many times do we think Dain has heard that exact sentence, just with his name instead of hers?

I’ve talked about my theories of Dain’s mother in a separate post that I’ll link here when I find it again. but I’m convinced that it was always (or almost always, since Dain was very young) just the two of them, and that Col Aetos always kinda resented his son, or considered him a bother instead of a blessing.

so it’s no wonder why Dain clung to the Sorrengails so hard. I bet he was always over for dinner, playing with Mira and Violet, idolizing Brennan as an older brother figure, learning from Mr. Sorrengail about languages and scribe stuff... and I bet Col. Aetos never noticed that his son wasn’t home.

I’m not from a very warm and fuzzy family myself. at times our relationship feels transactional. I was frequently told how expensive I was as a child, how much effort it took for them to take me to and from ballet / swim / etc., which didn’t last very long anyway. physical needs were met, but that’s about it.

I feel like Dain’s experience was a little similar, with him realizing as a child that his father saw him as a burden. and that understandably messes you up, decreases your self worth… he tried so hard to make his father proud for once, to “earn” some attention or affection by being a perfect student, a good soldier… and then eventually he realized that nothing would ever be enough.

realizing it and accepting it are two very different things, though. I think he realized it his first year at Basgiath, that following in dad’s footsteps wasn’t enough, and then his second and now third years, he slowly accepted it — and that finally led him to do the right thing and join the revolution / break Violet out and go to Aretia.

but then the Thing that happened early in onyx storm… I won’t say exactly what. but iykyk… I think that made him realize that he wasn’t truly “over it”.

anyway in conclusion… I’ve always been a Dain defender, partially because I saw the signs of him having been neglected from day one. the only thing he’s ever strived for was his father’s praise, but now that is completely off the table, and he has to figure out what he wants from life, and who he wants to be (not who he thought his dad wanted him to be).

and love and saoirse are gonna heal some of those childhood wounds. he’s gonna have a real family for the first time ever, and feel so loved 🥺❤️‍🩹

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Warren H. Muck was about the millionth kid our age to be named after Warren Harding, a fairly popular president from 1921 to 1923, when a lot of us World War II kids were being born. No wonder he preferred “Skip.” We were different in some ways. We couldn’t have grown up farther apart—Oregon and New York. He was from Tonawanda, just north of Buffalo and along the Niagara River. My roots were Irish, his German; he even spoke a fair amount of it. When it came to drinking and gambling, I was a major leaguer while Skip was happy to bounce around the minors, playing here and there, but the more we got to know each other, the more we realized we had lots in common. We both had that adventurous spirit; while I was swinging across ravines on the branches of Douglas firs in Oregon’s woods, Skip was swimming across the Niagara River in New York. We were both about five-seven or five-eight, he a bit more wiry. We were both a little ornery, mischievous, and athletic; he played wide receiver in football and was on the swim team. Both of us liked a good laugh. Both of us were nuts for music: Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Harry James, The Mills Brothers singing “Paper Doll,” and Frank Sinatra’s “Moonlight Serenade.” At the end of a day, we’d go to the PX—it wasn’t much bigger than a boxcar—and were usually so tired that we’d sit on the floor, our backs to the wall, and with a beer or Coke in our hands listen to that jukebox until I thought we were going to wear out the grooves in those 78rpm records. It wasn’t just the sound of the music, it was what it could do to you inside: take you away from endless days of sweating, grunting, and cussing beneath your breath at Sobel.

The Depression had been hard on both our families. In some ways, we both were forced to become the “man of the house.” My dad essentially bailed out in 1938; his dad abandoned his family in about 1930, deciding he’d rather play in a jazz band and travel the country than be a father. Beyond that, we both were happy-go-lucky, witty, a little nutty, prickly when provoked, and, here and there, prone to laugh in the face of the odds if we thought, after doing so, we’d survive to live another day. How else do you explain our trying to become paratroopers? How else do you explain a guy swimming the Niagara? Or me defying an ROTC colonel? Skip was the real deal; didn’t have a phony bone in his body. Unassuming and yet had a personality that drew people to him like cold hands to a fire. He was the barracks peacekeeper on occasion. Not the guy who demanded to be in the spotlight but probably the best-liked man in the company. A guy who could make each of us feel as if he were his best friend. Deep down, I felt honored that he even had time for a maverick like me.

In some ways, Skip had replaced my family and my pals at the Sigma Nu house as the person I was closest to on earth. Once, on our way back to the barracks from the PX, Skip and I were having a smoke when he asked me why I chose airborne. I told him about growing up with the stories about my uncles both giving their lives for their country. “I dunno, Skip, I think I was just born to do this,” I said. His response didn’t surprise me in the least: “Me, too, Malark.” But we never talked about not making it home. We only talked about what it would be like when we did, how we’d visit each other and he’d show me where he’d swum the Niagara and I’d take him fishing on the Nehalem, maybe out in the ocean for salmon. “Going out over the Columbia River bar makes swimming the Niagara look like kiddy stuff,” I huffed. “We’ll do it,” he said. “But, remember, I swam the Niagara at night.”

~ Don Malarkey

[marymary-diva17]

The colonel daughter

This is someone base off from my stories on wattpad, so I have brought it here with some changes I hope you all enjoy it.

Everyone choses into own paths in life that lead them away, from those they hold close and bring them closer to others as well. That has never been more true when it comes to you, the daughter of RDA colonel who was on grace team one of her many best scientists. A young woman who also loves pandora and Navi as well. The life choices she had made, will soon change the future in her life as she had seen the beauty and wonder to Pandora. Along side many other things as well.

y/n " ........" you are at the old shack looking back at some memories on your digital pad, along with thinking about them as well. The battle ground is not far from here as well, the nature seem to be growing over the past.

y/n " it has been many years hasn't it" you soon looked at old picture of your father Miles Quaritch. Yes the head of military of the rda had been your father or still is your father, your mother was a scientist and long time best friend of grace. The woman who become your godmother and aunt in your life.

y/n " I wonder what life will be like if you and everyone else were still alive, here and just gave pandora a chance verse what had happened in the end to us all"

Y/n " I still love and miss your dad along with grace, Tommy, and all my other friends that had dead before the war and during the war ... even due it seems like we didn't end well you are still dear to me everyone"

????? " mama" your ears had soon went up as you heard voice you knew so well calling your name.

????? " I'm going to find mama first before any of you do"

????" no you will not you are just a baby"

???? " no I'm not and I'm telling mama you call me that" you laugh a bit as you soon saw your two eldest sons, standing there.

y/n " hello my sons"

neteyam " hey mom"

spider " hey mom we are just about to come see you"

y/n " at the battle ground I can see that my boys"

???? " hey neteyam and spider found mama ... hey mama"

neteyam " no tuk stay here mama is visiting someone right now"

lo'ak " hey mama"

kiri " hey mama"

y/n " hello my loves I will be over there shortly"

spider " yes mom come on let go wait over there"

tuk " can't we go be with mama when she is seeing grandpa"

spider ' not now tuk tuk leave mama be for now she will be over, shorty" your eldest kids had left with tuk as you looked at the reminder of the battle.

y/n " goodbye for now dad it seems like your grandchildren call, I will visit you again" you soon left going to find your children thinking about the ones you had lost, in the past and remember the good and bad memories.

tuk " hey mama I'm sorry for being rude"

y/n " aww baby girl it okay you meant no harm you all just wanted to come see me that all"

tuk " mommy why do you always go there to see them but never to the spirt tree, like you do for auntie grace and uncle Tommy along with grandfather as well"

lo'ak " it because father will not like it he hate the idea"

kiri " lo'ak'

lo'ak " sorry mama"

y/n " it okay my son it something easier to go see the ones you care about, in other places as you might not seek them all in one place"

kids " yes mom"

y/n " now come on lets get you all home right now, and please obey your fathers words of not coming near here alone"

kids " yes mom" the kids had went back to the village with you, telling you about their day which had brought a smile to your face as well. The mother and kids soon reach the village and made their way towards the family home.

y/n " come on let get started with dinner my helpers"

kids " yes mama" dinner had started being made when your spouses had returned home.

Neytiro " hello ma y/n and children"

kids " welcome home”’

Jake " hey kids did you all behavior for your older brothers and mother today"

lo'ak " oh come on dad you don't trust us"

Jake " know you are my copy yes"

lo'ak " fair point"

tuk " we all had been very good we got done with our task and soon, went to go find mama"

Neytiro " oh where was mama"

tuk " she went to the old shack near the battle ground" neytiro and Jake soon looked at you.

y/n " yes I just went there to see if anything else can be taken back here, and just to think as well"

neytiro " you went there thinking about him and those other demons"

y/n " yes I did I think about them all even after all these years"

neytiri " we should speak about this whole situation later on, right now we should have time as a family" the family had helped with the rest of the prep of dinner, and it had gone well in the end.

tuk " daddy and mama"

Jake " yes baby girl"

tuk " do you and mama ever wish to see and hold your family and friends, who left life as human" you and Jake had exchanged looks with each other.

Jake " yes at times baby girl as we missed them dearly, they were very important in our lives and there are some words I wish to say to those who had passed on during the war and before"

tuk " mama"

y/n " your dad is right honey there are a few we wish to see again and hug, along with speak to as well there were many words left unsaid"

Neytiro " maybe it not good to always seek out the ones from the past, even the ones that have caused so much damage as well"

lo'ak " who are you speaking about father"

Neytiro " the ones who causes the clan pain and tried to destroy our lives here ... they are demons and anyone connection to them are demons as well"

y/n " so I'm a demon as well my husband see that one of them was my father, and that Jake worked with them as a solider as well ... the rda had once been someone we were also connected to as well"

Neytiro " ma y/n I didn't mean it like that I was ...."

y/n " look I have ruined the happy dinner we were having sorry kids ... but right now I'm going for a walk I did some time to think"

kids " mama"

lo'ak " we will come with you mama"

kiri " yes lets us come with you"

y/n " no kids it okay I just need some time to think you all, should enjoy your dinner I will be back to see you all off to bed" you had soon left the home, hearing some words some being exchange between your spouses.

Sometime later that night

y/n " I know you had done horrible stuff to the navi and others I hold so dear, but for some reason I still care for you as my father ... why couldn't we have a life where you saw the beauty I saw verse following orders"

y/n " I'm a fools for still think about you after all that happened"

????/ " you are no fool ma y/n" you had gotten spooked when you had heard someone speaking, and that someone was neytiro as he looked at you.

Neytiro " I came here to say sorry for my attitude and words back at home, it was awful of me"

y/n " Neytiri you and everyone else in the clan have their reason to dislike him and the rda, I don't blame you for what they had done was awful ... I'm still mad at him for that even after all these years but I still miss him as well"

neytiri " you have rights to miss him and he did seem like a good father and warrior"

y/n " he was but that all changed ... he had taken much from you and your mother"

neytiro " the sky demos have done damage to us all but over time, it seems like I have made some peace ... look I have the life now a beautiful mate and children as well"

y/n " thank you" neytiro soon smiled and kissed you on the lips as you look, at him and smiled.

???? " I see you have found here neytiro" Jake soon came walking towards the pair with, warm slime on his face.

Jake “ are you okay honey”

y/n “ I’m okay now I still miss him I miss all of them, Grace would of love to be in Kiri life and Tommy love of love being here as well”

Jake “ yes they would of been great here in the lives we have made here as well, but we will carry on the memories we have with them”

neytiro “ Jake is right ma y/n even due we have lost those we all love, they will never leave our heart and minds”

Jake “ Mourn for him y/n but don’t like his actions affect you, as we all know the great things you have done as human and now Navi … a good partner and mother as well”

neytiro “ I have to agree as well the children love you and will always love you”

y/n “ well I do have great spouse who have helped me as well”

neytiro“ we will do it again and again for the rest of our lives”you started laughing at neytiro words.

Jake “ the RDA will not stop until they have destroyed the lives we have made here, they ar back but we most not like them win”

y/n “ that will never happen we will stay a united front and fortress, we will not let anything happen to our family”

neytiro “ yes I agree no one will be hurting you or the kids, I and jake have made many plans for that”

y/n “ I had a feeling you both have been thinking that”

Jake “ never stopped being a warrior”you had laughed as your mates had brought, you into their embrace making you smile.

neytiro “ now come one let’s get home the children are waiting, we can tell them stories before we go off to bed” the tiro had headed back home together.

at hellsgate

Scientists “ colonel Quaritch can you hear us sir can you hear us” an avatar version of Quaritch had open his eyes to bright light and voices. He had freaked out and fight fighting off everyone. Until his team had calmed him down.

scientists “ you all seem to be doing fine but if any issues come up please tell us”

Quaritch “ I have a question that I need answers for right now”

scientists “ yes”

Quaritch “ where is my daughter what has become of her, I neee answers now of what has happened since we been dead”

???? “ I can answer all your questions and the others as well colonel in admiral admore and we need to talk there is so much you all have missed” the ones who had once been dead had now come back to life, after fifteen years of being dead they were now back as avatars. Memories from their past humans lives they could remember and others, that will be explained later on. Right now it seems like they all had questions that needed answering, most of them related those you and others left behind. Now the faces from the past will see the future, those they had left behind had made after their tragic war. A daughter will see her father and show him the life she had made here, but will said father change his ways along with others as well or will everything stay the same.

[kai-shitzu]

OC character study because I’m invested in him:

Ryder “Claymore” Stone isn’t just another soldier lost in the shuffle of Task Force 141’s war-torn legacy. No, he’s that wild card—scrappy, sharp, and endlessly stubborn. The kind of guy who walked through hell, got stabbed through the chest, and still refused to slow down. Because for Ryder, the mission always comes first. Even when it hurts like hell.

His callsign, “Claymore,” isn’t some battlefield nickname pulled out of thin air. It’s a statement. Named after the massive Scottish greatsword — a blade built for power, precision, and cutting through the chaos with brutal efficiency. The kind of weapon that demands respect the moment it’s drawn. That’s Ryder. A walking force of nature, wielding his presence like that two-handed sword—strong, relentless, and impossible to ignore.

Where most soldiers rely on guns and gadgets, Ryder’s legacy is carved like the sharp edge of a claymore — slow to swing but devastating when it connects. He’s the kind of fighter who stands tall in the thick of battle, unstoppable, delivering strikes that cut deep, leaving a lasting impact.

Task Force 141’s youngest member at 24, but don’t mistake his age for weakness. He’s hardened—too hardened. Grew up fast, or maybe never really got a chance to be young. The kid’s been running ops since he could barely hold a gun steady. Yet, behind that gruff, unflinching exterior, there’s a layer of vulnerability most don’t catch. Maybe it’s why he stares so hard at that permanent leave form on his desk, fingers twitching over the signature he never thought he’d write.

There’s a gnawing exhaustion behind his eyes. You see it when no one’s watching. When Ryder thinks he’s alone, his jaw slackens, the mask slips. But no one’s really alone in Task Force 141—not when Price is barking orders, Ghost is silently watching, and Laswell is calculating every move. They’re the family he didn’t ask for, but wouldn’t trade for anything.

And then there’s Alejandro and Rodolfo—unofficial, maybe even reluctant adoptive dads. Alejandro, the fierce Colonel Vargas, who commands respect with a glance but loses it all when Ryder calls him “Papí” in that rare moment of softness.

Rodolfo, the unyielding second-in-command and stubborn heart, who once threatened to shoot Alejandro just to keep the recruits in line but would throw himself into fire for Ryder without hesitation.

Ryder’s scars—visible and invisible—tell stories most wouldn’t dare ask about. The ones on his arms, etched by bullets and shrapnel, speak of battles won and lost. But the ones beneath the surface, the PTSD, the near-constant adrenaline crash—it’s a war within that no med kit can fix.

Yet despite everything, Ryder’s still got a sense of dark humor, sometimes cruel but always sharp. Like when he upgrades drones just to insult enemies.

He’s loyal—fiercely so. He won’t disobey Price, Ghost, Soap, or Gaz. They’re the backbone of 141, the ones who earned his unwavering respect. But cross General Shepherd? Hell, Ryder would spit on the man’s grave without a second thought. Because if you can’t laugh in the face of death, what else is there?

His voice—a weapon in itself—low, gravelly, terrifying even. Not the deep, haunting tone of Ghost, but something raw, something that makes even seasoned soldiers hesitate. And that voice changer mod in his helmet? A last ditch effort to protect his throat, because he’s pushed his body beyond limits, yelling orders, shouting warnings, bleeding out words no one should hear.

At the end of the day, Ryder is a paradox. A young man forced into a role that demanded maturity beyond his years. A hardened warrior with a flicker of humanity buried deep. A soldier who’s saved more lives than he cares to count but still wonders if he’s saving himself.

Task Force 141 isn’t just a unit—it’s Ryder’s entire world. The missions, the losses, the camaraderie. They shape him. They ground him. They remind him that even in the darkest moments, he’s not fighting alone.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to keep him going.

(This was the point of my tumble page but I do write more than just OC shit)

[awesomedurraworld]

some of my Fullmetal alchemist headcanons: Elric Brothers edition

Edward experienced favoritism in his childhood, he was often met with the lines that he is the older brother and wasn't allowed to act in the same way Alphonse did. Which led him to act out most of the time.

Trisha’s main caregiver was Edward, since the Rockbells couldn't help her full time and Hoho wasn't there. Edward learned everything that his mother did in order to run the house while she was bonded to the bed.

Ed blames himself for Trisha’s death because he fell ill with a cold two weeks before her death. She pushed herself to take care of him and that made her body weaker which lead her to pass away.

Because of that Alphonse when he gets angry, he screams that their mom’s death wasn't their father’s fault but Ed’s

Yuri Rockbell was the closest one to the boys after their mother’s death, he took it upon himself to make sure that they were taken care of and had enough money and all their living needs, he also made sure to spend time with them every day.

After Yuri’s death, Edward and Alphonse were alone, they didn't have enough money to pay for bills and electricity or buy food which lead them to steal sometimes.

When they got caught, Edward will always take the blame, which left the whole village to say that Edward was a brat and a bad boy while Alphonse was the total opposite.

When families from cities come to look for orphans to adopt, and they visit Resembool where all the orphans will line up hoping that they get adopted- the Elric brothers were never wanted- sometimes families choose Al who refuses to go without his brother.

Edward and Al, although close to their granny, she abused them mentally, and sometimes on occasion, physically. They didn't know that was abuse until after they started to work under Mustang.

Alphonse finished only 3ed grade ( while Ed first grade since he dropped out to help his mom.) before they went to study under Izumi for a year before they were kicked out from her home and they made their way back to Resembool.

They tried to bring their mom at ages 10 and 9 ( instead of 10 and 11.) and of course that failed. They ended up living with the Rockbells for 6 months before Major Mustang found them.

Edward joined the military before he turned 12. He was 11 and some and his first birthday after he joined was the 12th.

Both brothers idolized the Colonel, subconsciously or consciously. Since he was their legal guardian, Edward’s commander and the adult who was stable in their life, it just seemed to fit.

Edward is short because as a child he didn't get to eat well, therefor his body did not grow well- unlike Al who ate his meal and Ed’s ( Ed used to give him his meals because let's face it, Ed is dumb like that.) he dislikes being called “ small.” because his mom used to nickname him her small man. So when people make fun of his height, they make fun of his mother’s nickname.

Edward’s harsh, angry, loud and impolite personality comes from two points, the first being not having guides growing up. Maybe Al is considered more polite but really, Ed raised Al while raising himself. Al is just sweeter and is shy and he doesn't put the angry mask on like Ed. And the only reason Ed does have it on is to protect himself and his little brother.

Al calling Ed “ big brother.” or “ brother” more than by his first name because Al sees Ed as an adult if that makes sense? Those names are titles, just like when he called Trisha “mom” that is her title. Ed’s title is “ brother.” because Al can't call him mom or dad so he just sticks to their relation.

Ed’s red jacket was inspired by the colonel’s black one. We see Ed coming to the state exam and receiving his watch while he wears all black- I bet He saw Colonel looking cool with the black coat and since he doesn't want anyone to think he is copying his CO, he went with the red jacket instead.

At the start of his millitry career, Ed refused to sleep and eat to the point he developed disorders. He genuinely thought he deserved to live the same way Al was living- Thankfully he had the whole team Mustang catching him and helping him get better and receive help.

Speaking of team Mustang, they are all just a family to each other, and that includes the Elrics! The boys viewed the men ( Jean, Haymans, Vato, and Maes.) as their uncles, since they acted like ones and it just felt right thinking about them as If they were uncles. Kain being younger and closer to their age, Ed and Al saw an older brother in him. Riza took a longer time for them to see her role in their life, before it dawned on them after a couple of years how much motherly she is towards them, it wasn't the same way as Trisha or Izumi, but Riza was their mom too. As for Roy he was the father they needed but had the hardest time admitting that since the word “ Father and Dad” meant HoHo. Eventually tho, both brothers found happiness in these titles.

Ed’s foodie personality continued even after the promised day. Starving for days as a child made His body always wanting to eat more than a normal person's because it is scared it will go through starvation again.

Sure Ed and Al are close but you bet they still fight like normal siblings on normal things- like who get to sit in the shotgun seat or the upper bunk in the bed or gets to do that one chore.

Ed grew his hair as a promise to Al. He burned the house as a promise as well. The house one so he won't quit and go home and the hair as a reminder, he will not cut it until Al can cut his hair too. So that day when Al got his hair cut after PD, and Edward got one too.

Ed and Al went back to Resembool. They both took a year break before Ed joined the military again as a research state alchemist after Roy was able to pull a few strings, that way Ed could research alchemy and get well paid in order to get Al into a university.

When Roy knew that was Ed’s goal, he surprised him with the fact that he will pay for both of their educations. Saying that “ both of my kids deserve the best education. You did plenty for your bother, let me now carry that burden.”

Alphonse stuided Biochemistry and then traveled to Xing, to learn Alkheasty.

Edward studied physics and engineering ( double majoring!!) he started playing with the idea If humans could fly using vechails ( I like to think he started sketching airplane.) After he finished his studies and traveled around for few months, he proposed to Winry.

Alphonse and Mai decided that they will play as the aunt and uncle in the family as they weren't ready to be parents yet with their lifestyles.

Edward and Winry had 6 kids and Ed was a stay at home dad while Win countined her ever-growing business.

Roy adopted the Elrics, but no one really mentions that. It was after the PD, as a promise that he will still take care of them and look after them even when they left the army, and that they will always have a place with him- all the good parental things.

Ed’s kids are named after important people or things in life. Like his oldest, a boy is named Yuri Roy Elric, honoring both of Win and Ed’s dads. And so on with the rest of their children.

Alphonse gave his gate to Ed as a birthday gift, since he stopped using it and just saw it a fitting after everything Ed did to him.

Edward when he shared that with Roy and how he has his alchemy back, he became a soilder again, “ Colonel Elric.” and became Roy’s bodyguard ( since Hawkeye and him got married.) and Roy’s secret weapon. No one knowss that Ed has his alchemy again so he always took his enemies by shock.

Alphonse lives in Xing and is a honorable member of the royal family.

Ed opened the gate and exchanged his automail leg with his arm. It was painful getting a new port, but for his new bodyguard gig, it seemed like the best choice, since his arm is his weapon.

[porpunta]

my AU (Jr and Sr Quaritch's) pt. 2

Miles Jr Quaritch lives in a divergence between his own imagination, the millipede world, and his family tradition, his father's expectations. It was hard to get out of the warm cocoon his father had spun for him, and yet he longed to spread his wings.

1. When Miles got a small mole on his neck at the age of one, Paz noticed it immediately, worried about its behavior and whether it would develop into a malignant spot. Quaritch, due to his long night shifts, didn't notice this tiny change on his son's body. And when she pointed it out to him so that he would keep an eye on it after their divorce, Miles Sr became more attentive, albeit skeptical. And to this day, in a self-calming act, he gently rubs the mole on his son's neck when he ruffles his golden curls or cradles him on the couch.

2. No one in Quaritch's unit enjoyed Junior's tears. And not because of his cries, but rather because he was quiet. His face would turn red and he choked on his sobs. Only papa could calm him down, for sure.

3. When the former colonel was promoted and his workday became a daytime one, he began to spend more hours with Junior, who missed his mother all the time and didn't want to play or read in the nursery. Little Miles couldn't understand why his mother had gone so far away, even though she called him every day and promised him. She had promised many things, but she never came. At first, the father kept him close to himself when the boy was about to cry. And after long, sorrowful rivers of tears in the evenings, Quaritch found a way, through all the explanations and persuasions, to calm his son down. He would hold him in his lap while in the garden, showing him all the insects he could catch during the summer and fall. Exhausted, Miles seemed to fall into nirvana and clung to his father's chest, looking at the collection of insects.

4. Those children who lived in the same neighborhood as the Quarichs knew from their parents that Miles should be avoided. His father had a dark past, and he worked for people their parents tried to stay away from. Those who didn't know that either befriended him or picked on the boy. However, the boy never held a grudge, tried not to take offense, and never told his father about it. But he couldn't hide the fact that he became friends with Kiri and Neteyam Sully from his dad. And at first he failed to understand the frozen stare of the blue eyes upon him.

5. The boy loved it when Lyle would pick him up from primary school on a big black car. He would tell him bad jokes and buy him sweets in a secret place. That's why he always asked either Zhang or Mansk where Lyle was when they came instead of him.

6. Papa was a busy man, so Miles would stay at the school until very late, or at the nearby security station where Quaritch's squad was based and where he was allowed to hang out. Still, he waited patiently for the sensation of a heavy, warm hand on his neck or shoulder and a kiss placed on his blond hair. It was a ritual so that he could sleep soundly. At least that's what his dad always said.

7. It started when the little boy saw a cocker spaniel somewhere outside the car window. "She's so beautiful, she has a red mane!" followed by, "Have you ever had a dog, papa?" leading to... "Can we get one like that? They're funny and so smart.."

8. That's how a female belgian Shepherd named Cupcake appeared in the Quaritch household. Smart but overly lively, she was only pleased to chase after the equally energetic boy. At times, Miles Sr wondered who would tire out whom first.

9. Miles' temper and stubbornness only improved as he grew older. The more Quaritch tried to put in his two cents, the more the boy wrinkled his nose, defied direct orders, and refused to let his father cut his curls. Protest flared in his blood, in his mother's brown eyes. And Quaritch gave up with a heavy heart, knowing that he would find a way to tame the unruly little fellow someday.

10. When Junior turned seven, his dad's entire squad gathered in the living room of their house. It happened to be after New Year's Eve, and everyone had some time off. The closest people who had cared for him since he was a baby were proud to greet the small bundle of gold sitting at the head of the table. Lopez playfully compared them all to the twelve apostles who had come to celebrate the birth of the young Christ. Indeed, the only thing missing from that picture of the birthday party was a lamb by Junior's side.

Back then, it smelled like homemade food, musk, and heat from the fireplace. Cupcake slept peacefully at the feet of her owners, exhausted with the guests. Back then, the boy never wanted to spread his wings. He wished he could stay there forever.

[tiffany-loves-broadway]

The Nameless

It's pride month, so I'm finally getting into X-Men. (Okay, I didn't actually plan it out that way, but it lined up.) Anyway, I'm surprised that everyone hasn't already gone nuts about the X2 villain's extremely miserable trans daughter.

Now, the thing is, this isn't explicitly confirmed in the text. But the subtext is in-your-face enough that it feels dismissive to call it a "headcanon". Like, this is the same movie with the line "have you tried... not being a mutant?" in it, and this character being trans isn't particularly subtler writing than that. I don't think it was intended to be so obvious, though. 2003 was a different time.

So, like, quick rundown on the plot of X2. Colonel William Stryker (in the comics he was a minister instead) is a bigot who wants to exterminate all mutants. His most vital asset in doing this is his "son", known only as "Mutant 143", or more often by her birth name, "Jason Stryker". Mutant 143 is a powerful psychic who can control people through dreamlike visions. William never accepted his child's mutation, and pulled her from Charles Xavier's school when he realized that Professor X had no intention of "curing" her. William blames his daughter for his wife's suicide; he had Mutant 143 lobotomized and began a plan to use her as a weapon against all other mutants.

And the thing is, Mutant 143 physically looks like this:

But like. Why wouldn't she, with that kind of dad? He has full power over her and has deliberately rendered her a dependent he can micromanage. I mean, Jesus Christ, the line I just randomly stumbled upon while opening and closing my media player to get that screencap was William Stryker saying

No, Charles, my son is dead! My son is dead, just like the rest of you.

Meanwhile, she consistently depicts herself in her psychic visions as this little girl:

And, like, okay, the extremely surface-level I-never-think-about-trans-people reading of that is that she's picking a "harmless" form to better insinuate herself into her targets' minds. But first off, the film never says that; it doesn't even really imply it. She doesn't pick different forms for different people; we only ever see her psychic ego as that little girl. Second off, her power doesn't really require her to put effort into seeming harmless to control people; the dream visions are more of an aesthetic flare on her power than they are a necessary mechanism. When she gets her psychic talons into someone, she can just directly command them to do whatever the fuck out-of-character thing and they'll do it regardless of plausibility. She's the classic cheesy horror trope of the scary possessed little girl, and frankly I don't think it would be any easier to get Professor X to kill all mutants on the orders of a little girl than a little boy.

She's been reduced to a shell of a person, but some element of personal identity still remains there. In her power. The thing she's being oppressed for.

This character doesn't receive a real name in canon. She gets two names from her shitty father: the dehumanization inherent in "Mutant 143" is fairly obvious and uncontroversial, but given everything I'm saying here, I don't think "Jason" is really better. She likely identifies with that name exactly insofar as she's been brainwashed into wanting her own kind dead.

It complicates things a bit that Professor X, another powerful psychic who would likely know her well, also calls her "Jason" a few times. But given the unfortunate circumstances of the film's plot... even if he knew, what else would he call her? She hasn't been fortunate enough in life to get a real name. It's not like, within the plot of the movie, stopping and pointing out what was going on would have been likely to help anything.

This is thematically important to the movie. Magneto certainly isn't meant to be right about everything, but there is a sympathetic throughline to him and his attitudes about the oppression of mutants. Earlier in the movie, he indicates that he sees mutants' cape names (like "Magneto") as their real names, and he encourages his allies to see themselves that way. The trans applicability here is fairly obvious; superheroes and supervillains make up their own names that make their marginalized status obvious. They can publicly identify with them to advertise their mutant status to the world instead of hiding behind ordinary names they were given by majority society.

This character, this properly unnamed character, never got anything like that. She never got to choose her own name. She was compelled by force to betray herself and commit to an external name that was entirely hostile to her.

Anyway, after the X-Men escape from her devious psychic maze they leave her behind in a collapsing building where she presumably dies because she's unable to move herself without assistance. Life sucks and shit happens. It was 2003.

Looking through relevant tags, I was able to find a few short posts discussing this idea, but I'm surprised that they're so sparse and I'm surprised that they treat the idea as so speculative. It really leapt out at me, watching the movie.

[autistic-crypt1d]

Stargate SG-1 Live Blogging:

Season 7

Daniel's back!!!

Seasons: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Updates:

- Fallen

- yay!!!

- the run through the halls, so Daniel of him

- I love this haircut on Jonas

- "was there ever anything between us?" AHHHHHHH

- "has your hair always been that way?" "What way?" "Nevermind..." XD

- Teal'c looks so different in this episode, smoother somehow

- ow ow ow Teal'c face when Daniel asked where Sha're was 😭

- "everyone turn away, I want no witnesses" XD

- I think it's really funny that they start searching for Atlantis now and they don't find it for another year and it provides zero help with Anubis because they don't even go, the Atlantis expedition does

- Daniel's sassy thumbs up

- "wackier than strapping a Stargate to the bottom of an X-302?" "Yep!" "Wackier than blowing up a sun?!" "Oh yeah!" "... he's probably right" XD

- damn it Yu

- I love that literally anyone who becomes a member of SG-1 is sassy when captured

- Homecoming

- omfg I forgot Anubis goes to Kelowna

- "welcome home, Jonas Quinn" AHHHH

- hang on a sec, the non-Kelowna femal rep is the same woman who plays Eli's mother on SGU!

- Jonas and Daniel are so cute together I wish we got more of them so bad 😭

- "uh... this way" "You sure?" "Nope!" "Right" XD

- "you're very up" PFFFT

- idiot

- HELL YEAH!!!

- KICK HIS ASS CARTER

- rare Ba'al W

- thank you Jonas for keeping Daniel from dying immediately after coming back to life

- "hey Daniel, feed my fish?" 😭

- I miss him already 😭

- "we get paid for this right?" XD

- STOP THE MUSIC I'M GONNA CRY

- Fragile Balance

- OH MY GOD IT'S THIS ONE

- the pants XD

- "ok, love to, who are you?"

- "sounds like him, at least the loud grating part" PFFFFT

- "stranger things have happened" "name but one" XD

- "I'll go set up a playstation" PFFFT

- god I love Sam and Teal'c basically giggling at him

- "this you remember, my birthday you forget" XD

- THE RESTRAIN HELP

- "If I have to I'll drag the little tyke through the gate kicking and screaming myself if I have to" BRUH

- Daniel trying to make Sam say it is so funny

- "Do not be afraid" ZAT GUN

- THE THUD

- I'm sorry it's so fucking funny that he zip tied the Asgard

- ASSGARD

- FLAT WHITE ASSES

- aaaand we never see him again

- Orpheus

- ah man I remember this one now :(

- poor Teal'c, this one is rough

- "don't give me the eyebrow" XD

- I just realized why Teal's looks different, his eyeshadow is gone!

- god this episode is rough

- LET'S GO DANIEL!!

- LET'S GO TEAM!!!!! KICK THEIR ASSES!!!

- TEAL'C IS BACK BABYYYY

- "for the first time in my life I feel like I'm a part of something, something important" "as do I" AHHHHHHH

- Revisions

- oooooh this one

- the link concept is super cool

- HALLING?!

- I wonder if this episode inspired "Childhood's end" in SGA

- the updates are so spooky!!

- Lifeboat

- oh god

- this is such a good episode for Jackson and Janet

- "the small woman" XD

- Jack staying with Daniel just like he stayed with him when he was Ascended 😭

- "I knew my whole life that the world was gonna end" 😭

- god their acting is so good in this episode

- "you don't belong in that man's body and I intend to take it back!" HELL YEAH JANET!!!!

- the fact that Pharren's attempt to save those passengers is what ultimately killed them is so heartbreaking

- "but we'll be together?" STOP 😭

- Enemy Mine

- god I hate this Colonel so much

- "Daniel, go to your happy place" XD

- it's really sad how many had to die before they figured it out :(

- I also hate this general dude

- Chaka's new outfit is so cool

- wow they changed Chaka's facial features like a lot, he's so... glossy and much more brown toned than green like he was previously

- finally someone puts that dude in his place, what an ass

- Space Race

- omg this one

- that is so not the same alien

- Carter is so excited XD

- holy crap I forgot how futuristic this planet was

- PFFFFFT TEAL'C

- oh hey, isn't that dude the same guy that plays Vala's dad later?

- ugh, Jarlath

- woah wraith dart sounds!!

- the fucking tech con ad XD

- Murray XD

- wow, the ice clusters are cool

- not Daniel dipping his toe in the pond XD

- Sam being salty about losing is so funny

- Avenger 2.0

- ugh, Felger again

- "wrecked it in a single day" XD

- that is 100% the same place that little clone O'Neill was hiding

- god I hate this last scene, so fucking stupid

- Birthright

- "maybe they're more comfortable around Sam" "why? Because we have penises?" *cough* "powerbar?" XD

- "give em the ol' Teal'c charm!"

- I really liked Mala, I'm sad that she dies :(

- *wakes up to a staff in his face* "goodmorning" XD

- Evolution (Part 1)

- omg is this the Supersoldier start??? I recognize those wounds

- HELL YEAH IT IS!!!

- I had to write a whole separate post about these dudes cuz I obsessed with them, here's that link

- oooo sarcophagus lore, I forgot about this

- I forgot that the sarcophagus came from an ancient device (but honestly not a surprise, the Goa'uld steal everything)

- Nicholas Ballard mention

- OMFG IT'S THIS EPISODE

- dude this 2 parter is WILD I'm so excited

- I love their guide so much he's hilarious

- *CRASH* "found it!" XD

- MAYBE THEY WERE SKINNY PEOPLE PFFFT

- IT'S SO COOL

- the clan of his glasses as he put his head down is so funny

- "I think running would be a good idea right about now" *WATERFALL*

- this poor guide, they're stressing this man out so bad

- them adopting this random Jaffa is so cute I'm sorry, the way he looks at them like a lost puppy 😭

- they would've been cooler if they didn't speak I will say that

- Evolution (Part 2)

- god it hurts to see Daniel like that :(

- ah yes, this guy

- "I took an emotional inventory and found that I have some issues" PFFFT

- "I love American gum... good guys" bro he's so funny

- "at least a handful" ha yeah just you wait

- poor Daniel 😭

- oh hell yeah

- "you guys are into some crazy crap man" you don't even know the half of it my guy XD

- god I love this part

- the fucking rings take me out everytime I swear XD

- "Teal'c, are you hurt?" "Where?" "My pride" PFFFFFT

- Daniel's hop away XD

- Grace

- ahhh now this is the gas cloud one. I remember the title

- trying to remember what race this ship belongs to, but I don't think we ever find out

- oh my god it's Peter!!

- poor Sam :(

- I've already seen people point out the fact that this episode is titled Grace and the episode where Rodney is trapped alone in a sinking jumper and hallucinated Sam is called Grace Under Pressure but I really cannot stop thinking about it. Sam gets stuck in a gas cloud alone, hallucinating the people she loves to help her get out, then Rodney gets stuck alone and hallucinated her to help him get out XD

- "What if I quit the airforce right now? Would that make a difference or is that just an excuse" OOF

- god I wish we knew more about these aliensssss

- Fallout

- oh no, Jonas's Fuckass haircut 😭

- why did they have to make them look like siblingssssss, they even have the same damn hair cut!!!!

- poor Jonas man, got seduce by a Goa'uld

- Chimera

- UGH, Pete.

- not her humming the Stargate theme song

- the squint 😂

- THE EYE ROLL

- he's so funny istg

- "thank you Teal'c, this conversation has been disturbing on many levels" RUDE

- bro they barely started dating and he's like "break confidentiality for me or I'm gonna be a fucking baby about it"

- oh and instead of gaining her trust over time, he fucking stalks her and abuses his power to infiltrate her private life! CREEP

- Teal'c and his donuts, so cute

- damn it Pete

- Death Kneel

- AHHHHH I LOVE THIS EPISODE

- grumpy Jacob

- damn that's quite a crater

- I wish we got more supersoldier stuff before they made the weapon tbh, raise the stakes more

- poor Sam, she just had that whole Prometheus shit and now this

- all these alliances are so fragile

- LET HER DRINK YOU BASTARD

- it's hard to be at at it when it's so cool

- the Tok'ra trying to push out Jacob and Selmak because he's honoring the alliance is WILD

- HELL YEAH JACOB & SELMAK!

- SO COOL

- HELL YEAH TEAM!!!

- Heroes (Part 1)

- HEROES IS NEXT?!?!?!? BRO I'M NOT READY

- Daniel XD

- Siler being blasted into the wall is so funny

- Sam being awkward, Daniel being unintentionally difficult, Teal'c being intentionally difficult, and Jack just avoiding him is so funny and so them

- this other team is honestly really funny I like them

- god Kinsey SHUT UP

- "I just want to express my deep and unyielding love for you sir" XD

- Jack's laundry list of a medical file XD

- "you allow me to see grace, under pressure" AY YO EPISODE TITLE MENTION??

- Heroes (Part 2)

- here it comes :(

- Sam crying ahhhhhh 😭

- ahhh Woolsey's introduction

- his speech in Daniel's office is actually so unexpectedly moving

- her scream 😭

- Daniel's screams 😭

- ow ow ow ow ow

- the hug 😭

- "nothing about it was right, but it also wasn't your fault" ow ow ow

- Sam crying again nooooo god

- god I forgot Daniel was sitting in the dark corner alone 😭

- OW OW OW Daniel talking about Fraiser staying with him while he was dying

- "Whats her name?" "Janet" AHHHHHH 😭

- Resurrection

- ah this one, not really a favorite but it's ok

- ugh, I hate Keffler, huge ick

- "really? You?" Bitch that is Samantha Carter you're talking about, she is amazing

- I'm sorry but Barret is just so unintimidating

- WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HER A CANDLE

- "you couldn't help me" :(

- and right after Janet's death too AHHHHH

- Inauguration

- ah yes, the first time we actually get to see a president

- the president is hilarious honestly

- god Kinsey never. shuts. up.

- ugh I forgot how slimy Woolsey was in SG-1

- Woolsey finally realizing he's on the wrong side of this

- Lost City (Part 1)

- him rinsing off the phone is so funny

- ah yes, blonde Weir

- not the whole rest of the team waiting for him and his stupid crossword XD

- wow that explosion was so bad

- poor Jack

- "I did it again" yes you did

- Daniel is so weird when he's drunk I love it

- omg it is these episodes!!!

- Lost City (Part 2)

- that damn cross word XD

- man they're just changing the layout of these cargo ships willy nilly

- I remember this Jaffa dude being a traitor

- yup, traitor, luckily he's an idiot

- KICK HIS ASS BRA'TAC

- "bow before your god" "I don't think so. But I'm willing to negotiate your surrender" YOU TELL HIM HAYES

- the face touch 😭

- "oh please I have enough on you to have you shot" I love him XD

- oh hell yeah, Hammond and Walter on the Prometheus!

- AHHHH IM SO EXCITED

- AHHHHH!!!!!

- LET'S GO PROMETHEUS!!!!

- the supersoldier weapons being built into the guns is super cool

- bro the Prometheus is so small compared to the motherships XD

- "brace for collision, if we go they go" Hammond is such a badass

- HELL YEAH DRONE TIME

- god that's so cool

- "that was SG-1" DAMN RIGHT

- "my god it's beautiful!" AHHHH I love that part so much

- AHHHHH

Season 8

[mercurygray]

I'm going to be a menace for the 'if they had a kid' meme and give you... Billie and Douglass 😏 Juno xx

...Juno, you can't just LEAVE that there, I need a damn backstory first.

It's when he moves to ops. He's been injured, he's been grounded, and she feels sorry for him. No one wants to move to move off the flight line like that. Anyway, THIS happens. He swears up down and six ways from Sunday he'll make it right, they'll get married straightaway, no one needs to know (except all the people who can add, she says crossly) Billie's not thrilled about being Mrs. Douglass but it's better than going home to her mother with a baby and no ring.

They won't let married women fly, they just won't, but Harding will bend a few rules and keep her on as an admin. She's going to stay in England anyway, there's no sense in sending her home, so the new Mrs. Douglass is now working in ops.

Baby comes. Molly's probably with her at the hospital, but it's long and it's hard and she didn't want this, she wanted a goddamn life, and the nurses are all very soothing, it's all right, love, but everyone curses their husbands. Billie almost says she didn't want a husband either but there's another contraction and the words never make it out.

They put him in her arms, all six or seven pounds of him, and she doesn't know what to do. She didn't want this.

Douglass is, of course, immediately in love. He wants to name him Jimmy Junior. Billie spits back that that's her son and he's going to have her name. So he's Mitchell James Douglass. Very Scots looking - hair starts coming in red.

But parental leave is not a thing in 1940, so Jim gets to go back to work and Billie is…at home, in a miserable married accommodation, with no help and no support and she's crying and the baby's crying and after a few weeks of this she finally realizes that it's not really this kid's fault and she's turning into her mother, which is the last thing in the world she wants to do, and finally starts putting effort in to love the little guy. He is hers. Her son.

(They'll divorce, after the war, when Mitch is four or so. They're just not suited. It was the war. Billie gets a job at an airline, eventually gets a chance to move to the European office in Berlin. Maybe meet an also divorced former paratrooper who loves dogs and women who don't settle. You know. As one does.)

Where were we?

Name: Mitchell James Douglass

Gender: Male

General Appearance: ruddy red hair, something of a cherub face, stocky like his dad.

Personality: Obstinate? He and his mom are pretty close but when he doesn't want to do a think he really doesn't want to do a thing.

Special Talents: Card tricks. He picked it up as a way to get people to pay attention to him.

Who they like better: Mom, but that's only because he doesn't see Dad very much. Jim loves his son a lot but eventually he recognizes that marriage was never going to work.

Who they take after more: Billie hates this, but Jim. He makes jokes to make people like him. He's a good kid, but there are times where he is just like his dad.

Personal Head canon: He has zero interest in flying, but loves Colonel Speirs' dogs.

Face Claim: Unsure.