#yeah he doesn't really have a scope of practice actually. He doesn't even have a license...

[beesyjimwax]

I’m probably never going to get around to coloring this, but anyways. Slaps you in the face with my tf2 medic mock comic book cover

[keegsmcclue]

I'll never get over the implications of zoro sacrificing himself for luffy and the full scope of that.

Like

It's WILD.

Cause Luffy -- he's unconscious. He doesn't even know Kuma was there. And we'd never met Kuma till he shows up after luffy has already stretched himself to his absolute limit and passed out to recover in the belief he and everyone was safe.

Then we have Zoro, who flat out told Luffy, if he gets in the way of his dreams, he'll force Luffy to commit hara kiri, which according to Google, is ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword. It was formerly practiced in Japan by samurai as an honorable alternative to disgrace or execution. That's the stipulation he joins the crew with.

And like, yeah, after Mihawk slices him and tells him to live, to get stronger, so that one day Zoro may surpass him, Zoro doesny really acknowledged that. Instead, his only response is to pick up Wado Ichimonji, the sword of his long dead friend and of which he made his inital vow of becoming the world's greatest swordsman, to carry on kunia's dream in her honor, Zoro then proceeds to swear to never lose again because it's be embarrassing for Luffy as Pirate King.

And this whole scene is wild as well, because mans was basically on deaths door and all he could think about was how it'd disgrace luffy is he lost again. Like???

But this scene, it makes it apparent that Zoro's dream isn't just for himself and Kunia, it's shared by Luffy now as well.

Which, we know Luffy. Every crew members dream is a dream Luffy takes on as personally as his own. He shoulders those dreams and the weight of making them a reality as seriously as his own dream of becoming king of the pirates. Their dreams are Luffy's now too.

This is different than that tho. Because while the dream was shouldered by Luffy, it was still for Zoro's own like... fullflillment? Idk how to convey it. It was still wholy Zoro's, it belonged to Zoro. But by saying it'd be embarrassing for Luffy, or a disappointment, for Zoro to lose again before he becomes world's greatest swordsman-- it's now theirs in a way it wasn't. He's not JUST becoming the world's greatest swordsman, he's becoming the world's greatest swordsman because it's what Luffy deserves. He's becoming the world's greatest swordsman because Luffy's gonna be King of the Pirates and for Zoro to give him anything less than the world's greatest swordsman is a disappointment.

But that's still -- becoming the world's greatest swordsman is still his... the most important thing to him. He just has another reason besides Kunia and himself now. But you still don't get the sense that like... I dont think the zoro who loses to mihawk would be willing to sacrifice himself on the way zoro on thriller bark did.

Because while Zoro has never been afraid of dying, that was because he'd rather die trying to become the world's greatest swordsman then to not have tried at all. It's a mindset he shares with Luffy. This all or nothing mentality, right?

Neither of them have ever been afraid of dying as long as it's in pursuit of their dream.

But in Thriller Bark, he's not dying in pursuit of his dream. When he offers his head in exchange for Luffy's, he's effectively saying goodbye at ever achieving it, actually.

And he knows that, and you can see it jn the way he lays his swords down, because what use does he have for them if he's dead?

Kuma even says it here, "You have such an ambition, and yet you're saying that you're willing to take his man's place?"

He's not just offering his life in exchange for Luffy's, it's his dream he's exchanging too.

In doing this, it's made known that Luffy now holds more importance over Zoro's life, his swords, and his dreams.

Because this act, this sacrifice he makes, him dying in this way, isn't in service of dream and ambition, it's in service to his captain and king.

And idk how we're meant to be normal about this.

[akajustmerry]

on sherlock adaptations: what do you think of house

I have so Many thousands of thoughts of House as a Sherlock adaptation that I could write a book about it and chapter one would be called: A HOUSE IS NOT A HOLMES© because I don't CARE that they called him House and idc that his apartment is 221b and that he plays the violin sometimes and solves problems, that's not my friend Sherlock Holmes!!!!!

House doesn't work as a Sherlock adaptation because deduction as Holmes practices it in the stories is not SPECIALIST KNOWLEDGE!!! the whole appeal of Holmes is that you read it and you feel like you could also deduce things. Holmes teaches you a way to look at the world and be more observant and use that knowledge to help people.

Holmes isn't a politician or a policeman even, he's a guy who wants to help because he's studied a particular way to see the world and you can too.........House is a SPECIALIST DOCTOR with a typical Doctor's God complex. That's as far as you can get from Holmes!!! The whole point of Holmes is he's not part of an institution!!! He operates OUTSIDE OF IT. House's knowledge base is medically specialist, you can't engage with his deductive reasoning the way you can with Holmes in the stories because to know what he knows you have to go to med school for 20 years. There's never a sense when you watch that you could have figured it out. Also, House's job description is institutionalised and established. He's not doing anything (med malpractice aside) that wouldn't be in the scope of any other specialist.

Thirdly, Sherlock Holmes isn't a guy looking to have power of people. This is the thing that arguably pisses me off most about House which is the interpretation of Holmes as someone looking lord his intelligence over others. I think this comes from the prevailing tortured genus trope. But also people not being able to tell the difference between Sherlock as a character who is just very open about his observations and someone who's an asshole. Sherlock is actually a very honest character which sometimes yeah means he's harsh but mostly he's just truthful. House mutilates this trait beyond recognition to the point of near constant and unrealistic cruelty.

Finally, I think making Holmes a doctor literally means you can't actually have a Watson because arguably the whole point of Watson, other than to be the audience pov, is to add credibility to Sherlock's unorthodox career choice AND to provide a traditional scientific perspective. House being a Doctor means none of that is really needed. Everyone knows, understands, and respects what a Doctor is!!! Wilson as a Watson figure has nothing to do except be the audience's WTF POV. Even the way Wilson and House's friendship is done is simply, like.... they didn't read the source material. Do you get that these men are meant to be at the very least friends who enjoy each other's company?? Also I think people need to shut the fuck up about House MD being a secretly gay show. A show doing homophobia on the regular isn't gay in any way that matters.

I say all this as someone who's watched it and enjoyed it at times. House and Cuddy were literally like one of the first ships I ever shipped. Do you know how weird it is to be 15 rooting for 2 middle aged co-workers on tv to fuck?? Anyways, I have lots of other thoughts about how the show handles House's addiction and disabilities and how arguably these are also taken loosely from Holmes lore. But if House MD must be considered a Holmes adaptation, it's one that mostly just mutilates. Almost every criticism hbomberguy says in his Sherlock is Garbage video essay is also applicable to House MD.

[soemthingsparkly]

you asked for prompts so uh. how did Boatem's first gig go? where did they play and how did they get it, considering finding a first gig as a small band of young adults would be very difficult.

i will love and cherish nina for the rest of my life. go queen!

Ahhh!! A prompt! Thank you :DD this is awesome!!

Okay.

Okay so, their first gig. Let's see...

I think their first gig would have to be something small and unpaid (obviously).

It wouldn't be until their second year, after they'd moved into Boatem together.

Mumbo had cooked a relatively simple pasta dish and he, Grian, Impulse, and Pearl had been about to eat when Scar enters and slaps a flyer onto the table.

"Battle of the bands!" He decrees. They take a look at the poster. It's pretty much exactly what you'd expect from a battle of the bands poster - a couple of overly pixelated JPGs of electric guitars imposed on a stadium crowd, with a pair of drumsticks crossed beneath a title in an aggressive font that was attempting to be somewhat heavy metal-esque.

Mumbo baulks. "Do you really think we're ready for something like that?" He asks, nervously twirling his spaghetti. His moustache twitches as his lips purse with uncertainty.

Scar brushes off his concerns. "Most undoubtedly! More than even. This will be no more than a warm up for our real gigs."

Impulse issues Mumbo a comforting smile. "We have been practicing together for over a year now. It would be nice to actually put all that work into... Well, practice."

Pearl slaps her hand on the table. "Well, I'm in. Sounds like a blast, if you ask me."

"Yeah, okay," Mumbo says quietly. "Okay, let's, uh... Let's do it then."

Scar cheers and he, Impulse, and Pearl begin discussing their line-up, costumes, set-pieces ("I don't think we'll have the budget for that one, buddy," Impulse says in an attempt to calm Scar down.)

And while they talk, Grian remains silent, eyes set firmly on Mumbo, who is sitting, anxiously, across the table from him.

The man keeps his eyes downcast and hums in agreement when prompted.

Yeah, this isn't okay, Grian thinks.

And he grabs the flier and takes a closer look.

"Hey, Scar?" He says.

"Yes, Grian?"

"Where did you get this poster?"

"The library, from the campus noticeboard, of course."

"Was it, by any chance, in the bin next to the noticeboard?"

There's silence and everyone is staring at Grian. He puts the flier down and shoves a fork full of pasta into his mouth. He jabs his finger at the date, written in small letters beneath the title. "Finals were yesterday."

And all eyes shift to Scar, who looks startled and confused. "What? No, no, they're not for another two months!"

Scar scrambles to take another look at the flier. But as Grian had pointed out, the date of the finals had been and gone.

"You read the date the British way. Finals were the 12th of October, not the 9th of December. Sorry."

And while Grian doesn't exactly enjoy the way Scar slumps in disappointment, he's glad to see Mumbo relax with relief.

"Oh... I guess that explains why they were taking it down then..." Scar mutters sadly.

They're quiet for a while, until Pearl says. "There'll be another chance, right?"

"Yeah," Scar says. "Yeah, of course." He puts on a brave face for his bandmates. "Something even better than a silly battle of the bands. We'll find something. We'll put Boatem on the map."

And Scar folds the flier in half and drops it in the recycling on his way out of the room. He says he's not hungry and disappears to his room.

Later, Grian asks Mumbo in private why he went along with it when it so clearly made him uncomfortable. Mumbo confessed he does want to perform with the band, but the competitive element of the battle of the bands made him want to throw up.

"If I mess up, I can't be the reason the entire band walks away feeling like failures. I just can't do that."

So with this in mind, Grian decides to scope out some alternative venues.

He goes out and returns a few hours later with a page of notes. He sits on Mumbo's bed and tells him about a small bar he found on the edge of town that has an open mic for up and coming bands on the last Friday of each month.

"That way, there's no competition, but the spotlight isn't solely on you or the band. It's just a warm up, yeah?"

And Mumbo is much happier with this. "Yeah, okay. Thanks Gri."

"Yeah, you're welcome, Mum."

"That's... No. Let's not. Don't, please."

When Grian tells Scar about the new findings, Scar is back on his feet in no time. It's kind of remarkable how fast this man bounces back.

"The last Friday of the month? That gives us, what, three weeks?"

"There abouts. If we want to do this month. We have to put a word in with the manager."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's call 'em. Three weeks is more than enough time. Where's Pearl? I have costume design ideas."

"I'm not wearing a stupid costume!" Grian calls after Scar's back as he darts from his room to Pearl's. Grian rolls his eyes and chuckles. "What an idiot."

And he means it fondly, of course.

So that's how it goes. A little open mic in a run down bar on the edge of town. They get a smattering of applause from the few people that show up and Mumbo only misses a couple notes throughout the entire performance.

And for Grian, it's a lot of fun... He hadn't imagined playing music like this again. There's so few people there, it doesn't matter if he messes up, if he makes himself look like an idiot.

And with his bandmates on stage next to him?

Well, that was nice too.

Really nice.

Thanks anon 💛

[chancedarling]

Chance is mentally trying to calculate distances while the sad axolotl rambles on. At least trying to get a gauge of scope or distance within the radarlike perception of the other. Trying to estimate how far away he'd need to be to be out of it. It was... admittedly... something of a problem. Especially as he wouldn't know where the fuck axolotl would be at any given time.

Maybe he should just shove him back outside to play with the hornets. And get lucky enough that one of them popped a stinger right into one (or both) of those delicate little eardrums...

"Mmmhm. Could see all of my inside bits. Pretty sure if the angry chap hadn't been there, I'd have been toast. I could really go for a slice of toast right now but... Too noisy, I guess?"

"Anyway - yeah. It got got by the hornets. It was kinda sad."

He manages to twist his face, conveying conflicting emotions. Relief that the tiger-creature was dead. But pity to the poor thing for it's unfortunate demise. In reality, he could give a shiny shite. It was dead. Moving on.

But axolotl was making a pun. Joke. Something. And Chance manages to grin brightly at it, even though he was practically dead inside at the pointedly 'obvious'. Maybe they just didn't realise that humour was supposed to be actually funny. Or clever. Or quick. Preferably all three. Axolotl was failing on all fronts. But at the thought of winning money in vegas, Chance almost - almost - pities them. For their absolute lack of vision. Chance already had - money. More than half of the muppets around here would see in a hundred lifetimes. It was never about the money. It was about the winning.

"That'd be pretty neat, huh?"

And he's about to ask axolotl how they're going to hear if someone is 'thinking'. Yes, he understands what they're getting at - whispers in the distance, but the imprecision of that verbal dribble was almost intolerable.

"I mean. I don't really know how it works. I can't see the future. I don't 'know' ahead of time what's going to happen. I think I'm just - lucky or something."

Partially true.

He doesn't know 'exactly' how it works. But he's beginning to figure it out. It's all probability. Those lines streaming out from a single moment of potential. Like strands of fate - and all Chance has to do is find the one which leads to the outcome he wants and... Pull. The thicker the strand, the higher the probability, all it takes is a light little tug. The fainter and thinner the strand, the lower the probability, the harder it was to grasp... The heavier it was to pull... Not impossible but certainly more difficult.

"Y'know, they probably had a casino on the ship. Ships have that kinda thing, right? Maybe I should go see if I can't find some playing cards or a roulette wheel or something. Test your theory?"

Not that he's interested. The strands and probabilities in games were pretty much set. They weren't at all difficult to manipulate. Like the coin toss. Barely any effort at all. He's more intrigued by the potential to alter - events... Where those calculations of outcome were wild and chaotic. More of a challenge... And certainly more of a reward. But hey, lets humour them. They're trying so desperately to be pathetically, helpful.

"Maybe we just got the dud powers, huh?"

He says with a slightly sympathetic grin. Though he doesn't mean it in the slightest. Chance is more than a little pleased with his ability. But he's playing down what he can do. Keep those expectations rock bottom. And perhaps cause axolotl to be endeared by another survivor with an 'unspectacular' or faulty power.

"You without an 'off' switch. Me with my coin guessing. Like there's people out there who can shoot lazers or heal people from fatal wounds. Or grow really big or really small. And then there's us."

Sitting in a pillow fort. Eating marshmallows.

Baskar considered the question, but they didn't have a solid answer to it. “I don’t know. Pretty far depending on how loud the sounds are. I can still hear the hub when I am at the ship, but the sounds aren’t clear enough that I can make them out,” they admitted. “I definitely can’t get turned around, the inside of the forest is quiet in comparison to the beach.” Though there were strange sounds, always. If Baskar knew what to look for, he could probably discover a lot. 

“You got mauled?” they asked, horrified. Wait, they did know that story, they'd heard it before. “By the tiger, right? I overheard someone say that the tiger is dead.” And they knew exactly who, but they didn’t want Chance to know they actively overheard conversations rather than passively. 

Baskar smiled, plopping another marshmallow into their mouth to keep them from saying anything about the chewing. It really didn’t matter how quiet the food was at this point. Another reason why they avoided the hub as much as possible. Chance was doing something nice for them, and they didn’t want to spoil it. 

“So like.. You’d be very good at a game of chance? That sounds funny given your name. But people have probably already made that joke often enough. If only we could get off this island with some of the powers, you could win a lot of money in Vegas. And I could be your bodyguard, keep an ear out for anyone potentially thinking you’re cheating.” They didn’t think it was cheating if it was your superpower. That would be like asking someone who was great at running not to do any running sports because it would be unfair since they were so good at it. 

“Or does it only work with a coin toss?”

[aetheternity]

Being a big brother when you've never been a big brother (800 follower special)

Synopsis: In which Levi's been dating you for a year and a half and gets the news that Kuchel is pregnant.

Introduction: In this Kuchel is 43. She had Levi as a teenager (17). Female reader and Levi haven't talked a lot about having babies yet. You two live together but haven't discussed it fully but you have told Levi you'd be open to the idea of having children while he was slightly on the fence.

• To say Levi is shocked is a monumentous understatement.

• When he gets the news that his mother was pregnant with his step father's baby he gets quiet.

• Doesn't say much.

• Well what would he say honestly?

• You on the other hand are spewing out baby names and bouncing in your seat while asking his mother about her plans for colors in the nursery.

• It's not surprising that he's distant. He's 26 and he just found out he's gonna be a big brother. He knows next to nothing about children as it is.

• Though eventually he warms to the idea and by warms I mean he becomes as helpful as possible in aiding his pregnant mother around. Buys her anything she wants/needs and goes on all the trips to buy clothes, toys etc for the baby's arrival.

• Even though he's still pretty quiet on his feelings about the whole situation.

"Babe?" You call to him one night as you're both getting ready for bed. He turns his head slightly to look at you. "Are you ok? I know this might take a lot more getting used to."

He sighs placing his tie on the dresser. "How would you feel?"

It's not said maliciously just curiously. Grey eyes fully scoping the lines of your face. "How would I-" You start and then stop, eyebrows raised and cheeks puffed. "Well.. I know you probably don't need to hear awkward."

He blinks turning his attention back to the mirror. "No! I'm sorry, Levi!" You gestured out to him with both hands and he sighs, walking over to you with light thumps on the carpet.

You laid back in bed and he slowly pulled himself over you. His hands on either sides of your shoulders, legs spread on either side of yours and head resting delicately on your chest. "It's gonna be ok. Look the first year of that kid's life is just them needing love and a bottle to suckle. Worry about the first year once they're born and everything else will fall perfectly into place."

Levi snorted against your skin, fingers lightly stroking the arms of your tee shirt. "Perfectly.."

"You know what I mean." You reply, pressing the smallest kiss against the top of his head. "I'll be by your side the entire time."

The only reply you get is a soft exhale. Levi's heart beat softly evens out and with your fingers curling through his gorgeous black hair he slowly falls asleep.

Finding out the baby's gender:

• When Levi finds out he's having a little brother he feels.. pretty much the same though apart of him is kinda sighing in relief at knowing he won't have to protect a little girl from nasty boys.

• You on the other hand are beaming, "Levi, you're gonna have a little brother! Isn't that great. Kuchel were you hoping for another little boy?"

• Kuchel smiles, "I wasn't too concerned with the gender just as long as they were healthy." She admitted "But I wouldn't have minded a girl, just to see what parenting the opposite gender would be like."

• Somehow the conversation of Levi's future baby brother turned into a conversation about you and Levi's possible future child and what you'd want your first kid to be.

• Levi didn't stay long when that started, promptly excusing himself and you found out almost three hours later that he'd taken a walk and ended up at home.

"Levi?" When you walked into your shared house he was laying on the couch with an arm over his face.

He slowly laid his arm out flat next to his body and you walked over to him cupping the hand closest to you.

"I was going to come back but.."

"You didn't?" You gave him a small smile running a finger over his cheek. He went quiet, eyes falling shut.

"Don't.." He sighs, eyebrows twitching on his forehead. "Don't start that thing you do.. you know when you worry about people.."

You scoff, "Well I am worried about you, I've never seen you look like this before."

His eyelids flutter open slightly, grey eyes flashing over to you through the slits. "You've thought about our future kid a lot?"

You blink, mouth hanging open, "I- well I.. wasn't ok I was it was just for Kuchel." You tried to laugh.

Levi's eyebrow raised, "No, you didn't tell me how much you really thought about it beyond our past conversations. You've thought about it more than you admitted so you might as well stop pretending."

He sits up on the couch, hands dangling between his spread legs. "Ok fine you win." You admit with a huff. "But with Kuchel and the baby and the baby shower and all it definitely wasn't the right time to revisit this conversation. I just couldn't help it."

His fingers come up to rest in your hair carding away any loose strands where they are on your face. "Looks like we have to discuss it again." He says

A couple weeks after the baby's actual birth:

• You and Levi had come over only a couple days after the birth of the youngest Ackerman.

• "I named him Chance." Kuchel had remarked, her eyes filled with light as she held one of the smallest things Levi had ever laid eyes on.

• "Chance?" You replied, slowly transferring the baby from her arms to yours.

• "Because he was a Chance baby. It was honestly a little worrisome having him since I'm getting up there you know. More of a risk." She laughed it off.

• You looked to her with a small smile. "He's gorgeous." Your smile only getting brighter as you held the small person in your arms. Watching as he softly sucked his pacifier.

• "Just like his big brother." You added, smirking in Levi's direction.

• "Tch." Was the only thing he could muster as he stared in any direction other than the one where his girlfriend was now holding his newborn brother.

• "Levi, don't you wanna hold him?" Kuchel asked her smile never fading.

• Now he felt himself look up. He looked first at Chance and then to you holding him so tight.

• "Come here." You whispered and like a startled deer Levi slowly surveyed the situation a little more before he was coming closer.

• He inched his way down right in front of you and Kuchel, plopping down on the coffee table. Eyes locked on Chance's currently closed eyelids.

• "Not yet right?" You said to him

• He looked up at you then back to baby Chance.

• "Yeah.. not yet." You confirmed

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• You'd been right about one thing all Chance needed was love and a bottle to suckle..

• It just for whatever reason wasn't allowed to come from Levi.

• He'd hold Chance, he'd cry.

• Kuchel would hand him his sleeping brother while she got his dinner ready. He'd wake up and scream bloody murder.

• And at this point Chance had successfully: Peed on, spit on and thrown up on Levi.

• And all with the same blissfully smug expression.

"Don't get discouraged, Levi." Kuchel said soothingly "He's just not comfortable with you yet." She explained as she rocked Chance in her arms.

"You did talk to him the least while Kuchel was pregnant. Maybe it has something to do with that?" You tried with a shrug.

"All I know is I'm sick of being covered in his different bodily fluids." Levi huffed

"Awwww. Barely a year old and the brothers are fighting already." You giggled, Kuchel quickly joining in on your laughter.

Levi just rolled his eyes. He felt a little pang in his chest as he looked at his sleeping brother. No one else got nearly as much shit from this kid as he did. But it couldn't possibly be a personal attack the kid was less than one year old what could he possibly know about fights with his brother?

You and Levi take one year old Chance to the park:

• It was comfort weather.

• The perfect kind of weather to take Chance to the park on a crisp Saturday when you both were off from work.

• And a part of Levi was sort of glad for this opportunity.

• Kuchel and his step dad had gone out for pizza and here he was with you and his brother.

• It was surprising to Levi how lively Chance was: trying to push the hood of his stroller up and messing with the buckle strapping him in.

• Felt like just yesterday he couldn't hold his own head up.

• "Alright Chance. Come here." You giggled, gently pulling him out of the stroller with Levi's help.

• You guys had a little set up going in the shade under a tree. Blanket, Chance's toys and his sippy cup all sprawled over the space.

• You handed Levi a red donut shaped toy and told him, "Hold it out for Chance, he loves this game."

• "Chance look." You said as Levi held the toy up to a distracted Chance.

• Unsurprisingly the first thing he did was cry.

• "Here let me try." You offered, pulling the toy from Levi's grasp.

• The second you took the toy and held it in front of Chance his smile practically touched his ears and he leaned forward trying to grab it with his hands and then his mouth.

"You're doing great." You praised, pulling Chance onto his legs.

Levi just sighed, "Anything else?"

You pointed to the ball with one finger, still bouncing Chance. "He loves that squeaky thing."

Levi looked in the direction of the small toy, yanking it up off the blanket. He held it up giving it a little squeeze in front of Chance. It drew his attention surprisingly fast and he watched Levi's hand as he squeezed it again.

He was so weirdly enamored by such a normal item it was honestly really cute. A warmth spread through Levi's chest as you smiled at him in his peripherals.

"You want this?" Levi asked, holding it out for Chance.

Your smile stretched over your face as Chance reached for it. Little legs working to get him closer to the ball in Levi's grasp.

"That's it." You cheered softly. "Good job."

It wasn't clear who the compliment was directed towards but Levi was too distracted by Chance's little hands trying desperately to pull the object from his grasp. You still had your hands around Chance to support him as he finally grabbed the ball at a weird angle. The object immediately meeting his mouth.

"Yay, you got it." You said, bouncing Chance lightly. "See now you guys are-"

Chance turned in your grasp, the ball plopping onto the grass with an almost inaudible thud. Unfortunately Levi didn't account for Chance to bend over at the same time as him trying to pick up the ball and his nail came down on Chance's forehead. Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough for Chance to scream at the top of his lungs as if he'd been stabbed instead.

"Wait no!" You gasped, picking up the ball.

"Shit." Levi sucked his teeth.

"Levi!"

Luckily Chance probably didn't hear either of that thanks to his loud screaming. You tried to give him back the ball only to have it smacked from your grasp. The tiny object tumbling down the hill as you tried and failed to coax Chance down.

Thankfully Levi reacted fast grabbing it before it could roll too far away.

"Is he alright?" Levi tried as you rocked him back and forth.

You giggled, "Yeah, he's a drama queen you know that." It didn't seem to really help though. Levi's features scrunched and his shoulders unnaturally hunched. "Let's take him for a little walk, maybe then he'll calm down."

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It took around thirty minutes of walking and rolling Chance's stroller through the once quiet park for him to finally tucker himself out.

Levi huffed as you and him plopped down on the nearest park bench. You rifled through the bag pushing the hood of Chance's stroller up before placing his blue bucket hat on his head. Which perfectly matched his blue overalls and blue socks.

"Sorry." You finally heard him mutter as you pushed pretty brown locks out of Chance's eyes.

"It's not your fault." You replied "I promise Chance is just being himself he probably would've cried that hard if I or anyone else had scratched him too."

Levi said nothing. Just watched as you pushed the brim of the hat up. With a little click you fastened it to the front of his hat. Chance's soft features in full view. The little froggy on his green shirt moving with every breath he took. But Levi could only watch.

"Hey, look here." Your cheeks were puffed out as you yanked Levi's face toward yours. "He's gonna warm to you." You said with softened features. "You're doing such a good job." You praise.

The edges of Levi's eyebrows slowly relax and he lets his chest flow with air like he hadn't done since he made Chance scream earlier. The corners of his lips lift a little and he sits back as you push the stroller back and forth with one arm.

Before he can even think about it he spills the awe flowing in his eyes, "You'd make a great mom."

When you smile at him it makes his heart sink. You slowly turn your attention back to a sleeping Chance and he moves in a little closer.

"If there's.. some future where I actually have a child. I want you to carry my babies."

Your eyes are blown a bit, mouth agape as you look back at him. "Levi.." You start but are immediately cut off by a soft aww from two passing women.

"He's adorable." One says, staring into the open stroller.

"You guys are the cutest parents." Says the other.

"O-oh.. I.. we're actually just babysitting him." You struggle

"Still he's cute." Says women number two bending down to have the same view as her friend.

"Thank you." You practically choke. Eventually they leave and you run a shaky hand through your surprisingly sweaty hair.

"Levi." You start before he can get the chance. "I want you to be sure. Ok, I mean we went from Chance being a drama queen to you saying you want me to have your kids?"

"I didn't mean to say it here." Levi admitted "I did mean it though. You weren't the only one thinking while Kuchel was pregnant."

You give him a little kiss on the nose, brushing your finger over the tip of his ear. "It would be a huge step. We're not even married."

Levi nods, "Someday.."

"Someday."

Family beach day? Family beach day:

• Mikasa had come cause this was her first time getting to meet Chance.

• There were lots of firsts actually. It was also Chance's first time on the beach.

• Chance instantly loved Mikasa the second she held him.

• Soft laughter and a bright smile flooding his face.

• Kuchel and Levi both spent as much time as possible under the beach umbrella.

• You spread sunscreen on Chance's body while Mikasa distracted him by showing him how to make a sandcastle.

• Cue you also trying to get some pictures for Kuchel to hang on the family wall she had back home only for Chance to turn away every time.

• Which he genuinely thought was the most hilarious thing ever.

• And in all the time you'd known Mikasa you'd never seen her smile so much.

• "Is it.. possible it's Chance?" You asked while Chance threw any and all the sand that could fit in his tiny fists.

• She just playfully rolled her eyes, handing Chance the shovel. Which he didn't know what to do with so he just resorted to shaking it around till it flew from his grasp.

• "That's such an Ackerman response." You chirped reaching for the discarded shovel.

• You were more than a little surprised when Levi's uncle Kenny showed up. Slamming the door of his kidnapper van closed.

• "Woah Kenny came?" You asked Levi as you sat on the edge of his beach chair.

• You, Mikasa and Chance had all decided to take a break from shell collecting to come up and eat lunch.

• Kuchel laughed at your surprise. "He hasn't met Chance yet." She explained

• "Ahh." You replied

• Chance seemed.. confused by Kenny.

• His only response to Kenny holding him being a blank stare.

• Kenny didn't seem to notice though as he yapped on about the time he accidentally put Levi in the washing machine.

• "You what?" Kuchel gasped

• "It wasn't on!" Kenny explained

• "If me and Levi aren't free to babysit please try Mikasa." You whispered to her.

• Chance spent most of his time after that resting in Mikasa's lap while she rubbed his back and hair.

• Cue Kuchel trying to get Levi to help her put a fussy Chance down for a small nap a couple hours later.

• Which unsurprisingly made Chance more fussy.

• Though the second Levi left, Chance drifted off on the towel in their tent.

• Mikasa made Chance a seashell crown 🥺

• It was a little big so it slipped off his head when he turned a certain way but he laughed whenever she'd place it back on his head.

• Mikasa had been a little on the fence about it but you had basically insisted on getting Levi to take Chance to the water.

• Unsurprisingly Mikasa wasn't the only one on the fence.

"He's having fun with you and Mikasa so you should be the ones that take him down there." Levi argued

"Oh come on Levi! It'll be fun."

Mikasa bounced a calm Chance in her arms as he played with the seashell crown she'd made for him. "He hasn't been with his big brother all day because you've been sitting here reading a book." Mikasa tried but it was only successful in getting Levi to suck his teeth.

"You know I don't wanna go anywhere near the water Y/N." He replied

Finally you got bored and peeled the book from Levi's grasp a cold stare greeting you when he looked up. "You can just go into the water for five minutes with Chance, please! Just so I can take a few pictures and he can get a feel of the water and then you can give him back to me and Mikasa and return to your book."

You could see the gears working in Levi's head as he looked over at a happy looking Chance. His red striped shirt covered in sand which Mikasa was happily dusting off. You already knew exactly what he was thinking but you didn't actually have to say anything because he was slowly rising from his chair:

"Mikasa give Chance to Levi." You said, holding your camera out as Levi reached for a distracted Chance.

Mikasa's arm came up to Chance's back, "Shouldn't I carry him to the water?" She tried

You tilted your head, "Mikasa.."

She finally relinquished Chance, handing him over as if she were fearful Levi would drop him. Levi looked down at the small boy in his arms mildly comforted in the fact that he didn't immediately cry, scream or pee on him.

"Come on guys let's get to the water." You called beckoning to them.

"I'm fine to carry him, I've done it before." Levi assured her as Chance looked behind him towards where they were headed.

"I'm not really worried about you." Mikasa replied, looking down at Chance who was now kicking his legs against Levi's sides.

When you'd all arrived near the water Chance was in awe. His bright grey eyes practically blown and his mouth hung open. He nearly dropped the seashell crown in his arms. Luckily Mikasa scooped it up before it fell.

"Look at this Chance." You cooed gesturing to the water. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Chance responded with glee reaching his arms out toward the huge body of water. He bounced up and down, hands out as he grasped onto nothing.

"He loves it!" You chuckled, carding your fingers through his gorgeous brown hair.

"Armin's gonna love him." Mikasa said, rubbing Chance's belly.

"Ok, quick get him over here while the water is calm." You gestured to the flowing sea and Levi placed him down, holding his waist awkwardly.

You lowered the camera in your grasp, "Come on big brother sit with him, make it look like you're really having fun at the beach with him." You gestured and Levi begrudgingly sat.

He looked back over to you and you gestured again to the water coaxing Levi into splashing water on Chance who was currently staring out over the huge body of water in delight.

Unlike Chance who was actually wearing water shorts Levi was not. He'd come to the beach in cargo shorts because he hadn't planned on sitting on anything but a beach chair or a towel. So now that he was wading uncomfortably in barely ankle deep water his shorts probably looked like he'd pissed or shit himself.

Though he still followed your advice, flicking a tiny bit of water in Chance's direction. It worked surprisingly well because Chance's attention immediately caught on to Levi sitting in front of him.

"Good job baby." You cooed as you snapped picture after picture. Meanwhile Mikasa crossed her arms as if she were waiting for Levi to mess up so she could jump in.

Chance's lips curved up slow and before Levi or anyone could react he lifted his legs slamming them down hard. Water flying all over Levi in the process. It made Chance guffaw and he did it again this time with his hands forcing Levi to shield his eyes from the assault.

"Chance stop it that's not nice." You called but Chance continued smacking and splashing every bit of sea water that flowed between his legs onto Levi.

And for someone who'd never played with water he was way too good at understanding how to get the most water with each scoop. Drenching Levi until Mikasa stepped in to stop it.

"Chance, that's not funny." She said, her features cold. "If you can't play nice in the water, you can't play in the water.

That seemed to strike a cord in him. His breath hitching as tears flowed down his little cheeks. He clung to Mikasa and sobbed until she reached up to rub his back.

"Are you ok?" You asked Levi as he spit ocean water. His hair clinging to his face.

"I just wanna take a shower." He admitted, though his jaw was locked as he spoke.

His hoodie was drenched and his shorts had turned dark brown all over. He walked a little bit faster than you and Mikasa as you both made it back to Kuchel and Kenny.

"Oh God what happened?" Kuchel asked immediately grabbing a towel while Kenny laughed.

"Chance happened." You answered for Levi as he dried his head first stripping his wet hoodie off to reveal his bare chest.

Kuchel looked to Chance who was now innocently sucking his thumb, his head laid on Mikasa's chest.

"I guess his first time in the water was interesting." She sighed

"I got some good pictures before things hit the fan. I'll send them to you." You said, showing her the first couple pictures you had pulled up of Levi and Chance sitting in the ocean together.

"Thank you so much Y/N."

Chance's first words:

• Chance had said his first words when he was 6 almost 7 months old.

• And barely anything else since.

• He really was an Ackerman.

• Every now and then he'd say little things: Ball, Mashed Potatoes (cause they're his favorite food) And TV.

• And of course names which he was pretty good at.

• But the only name he refused to say was Levi.

"Alright Chance you remember your big brother's name right?" Kuchel asked, Chance looked up from his block fort. Kuchel pointed to Levi who was calmly drinking tea and surveying the scene. "Levi." She said

Chance blinked then went back to his block fort. "He has to say it eventually right?" You asked Kuchel as you handed Chance another block.

"He's being stubborn and yes he has to." She replied squeezing Chance's waist.

Chance's eyes rolled to the sky as he placed the block you'd given him next to the tower of blocks that he'd already built.

"When did he learn that?" You huffed in surprise.

"Same time he learned the s-word probably." Kuchel sighed when you gasped she laughed a little. "Stupid." She explained still laughing.

"Oh! Oh."

The two of you continued to laugh as Chance rearranged the tower he'd built knocking it over in the process.

"Chance I believe a smart two year old like you can say a name like Levi I mean you got Mikasa down." You say

"He calls her Mika actually." Kuchel replied

You hum and Chance puffs, "Don't wanna."

He finally gets the block tower to look at least slightly how he wanted it seemingly. He slowly leans back like he's trying to get a better view.

"That's amazing Chance." Kuchel applauds with a soft gasp.

"Good job sweetie." You chime in

"It's not bad." Levi says to which Chance is rolling his eyes again.

"What are you gonna call it?" You ask hoping it'll cut the tension you can feel growing.

Chance peers at it then opens his mouth but before he can say anything he looks at Levi who's staring back. And slowly but surely that slow moving grin works its way onto his features.

"Stupid Levi!" He exclaims with a laugh before taking a block and smashing the whole thing in.

"Chance!" Kuchel huffs

"That's one stubborn kid.." You say with a sigh as Kuchel takes Chance to the punishment chair.

Emergency in babysitting (in which Levi gets high but Kuchel needs to drop off Chance because she has an emergency to take care of.):

{This is based off some headcanons I read for Levi when he's high. If I ever manage to find the post again I'll link it here.}

• You'd forgotten how clingy Levi got when he was high.

• He hummed into the fat of your waist as you sat still trying to watch TV on low volume.

• His leg shaking a little every couple minutes.

• Your fingers slowly carding through his head as his eyes stayed shut tight.

• At some point the doorbell rang and you tried to pull yourself out of Levi's grasp thinking he was sleeping.

• "Where are you going?" He almost whined, pulling himself up on his knees and crawling to you.

• "The doorbell baby. I promise I'm coming back." You said giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

• "W- OK.. I'll wait here." He sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his legs a little.

• You can't help how hard you smile, "I'll be back, I promise."

• The second you open the door you're bombarded with words and Levi's step-dad holding his nose.

• "Oh God what happened?" You asked

• "I need someone to watch Chance for a couple hours while we go to the hospital. He fell on one of Chance's toys while he was carrying some boxes and.." She gestured absently, handing Chance over

• "Sure, no problem." You replied "Hope you feel better." You said to Levi's step-dad.

• Kuchel quickly handed you a bag of Chance's stuff before hurrying off with Levi's step-dad.

• You shut the door with a sigh just as Levi came down the stairs, "You said you'd be back." He huffed

• "I'm sorry, listen your step-dad is going to the hospital so we have Chance for the night." You explained

• You honestly couldn't tell what Levi or Chance's faces meant but both boys seemed to be in silent agreement.

• "Are you hungry Chance?" You asked as he sucked his thumb laying his head on your chest.

• "Mashed Potatoes." He nodded

• "Yeah? OK let me get you some."

Levi followed you into the kitchen and watched you as you placed Chance in the high chair you guys had for when he visited.

"I know, you want to sleep off your high baby just give me a few minutes to get Chance fed and asleep." You offered

Levi nodded but he stayed by your side as you grabbed the box with mashed potato mix in it and got to work putting it in a pot with some water and butter.

"You don't want anything else babes? Just mashed potatoes?" You called to the small boy kicking his legs behind you.

He nodded, "mashed potatoes." He repeated with a kick of his legs.

You managed somehow to get the food cooking while Levi clung to you like a puppy. His gaze soft whenever you met his eyes. His hands in your shorts pockets and arms coming up to meet your waist.

"You know Chance, mashed potatoes are more of a side." You explained

Chance shook his head, he glanced over at Levi who was still holding onto you like he was worried you'd fly away or something. Which immediately sparked tears, he shoved at the tray in front of him screaming your name and reaching out for you.

"Ok, ok please don't cry Chance!" You shouted over his crying when you picked him up, he instantly stopped, yanking you closer to press a kiss to the side of your face before snuggling into your shoulder.

"Aww Chance." You patted his back giving him a kiss back on his forehead.

"I want kisses, please." Levi said bouncing on his tippy toes.

You quickly gave him a forehead kiss as well and he calmed down enough to rock against you, "I hope you're still this cute when you're holding my children." He sighs.

(Ok so I reached the post number limit. Might make a P2 of this let's see how this one does first.)

[blubberingmess]

[Little guy: Peach] *Bucky's view pt1*

Pairing: Bucky/Chibi!Bucky x male!reader

Continuation for [Little guy: Bubba]

Note: a few changes in Bucky's tactical gear.

[1930s!Bucky]

'Happy 18th birthday!'

      Bucky is practically shaking with excitement as he stares down at the cake in front of him, his smile so wide he could almost feel his cheeks rip. But the cake nor the presents he got was not the reason for why he was excited, no, it's so much more than that. He finally turned eighteen which means there's a high chance his soon-to-be chibi would appear, ready to shower him with affection and love just like his soulmate would - or hope they would.

But alas, day became night and there's still no chibi in sight.

"Don't worry, Bucky. She will come out eventually, just you wait." Bucky heard Steve said from beside him, placing a cold and thin yet comforting hand on his shoulder. He can't help but feel envious as he watched his friend pat the small female chibi on his lap, cooing up at him like a love-sick puppy.

"Yeah she will," Bucky puts on a boyish grin and puffs his chest out as he spoke with certainty. "And when she does, she'll the most prettiest chibi in the whole world."

And wait he did; his 20th birthday became 27th. At the same time as Bucky's getting older, the single flame of hope inside of him is getting weaker and weaker as the years gone by. The thought of himself not actually having a soulmate or her dying at such a young age is like a sharp stab in the chest; like of ice-cold water pouring down on that small flame until it was only a mere burn inside his chest, a scar to remind him of the sad, sad reality he's living in.

"Wanna come with us, Jamie-boy? Our last day in Brooklyn. Don'tcha think we deserve a little bit of fun, if y'know what I mean?" One of his so-called friends Karl nudged him on his side playfully, a mischievous grin on his face as he spoke.

Bucky eyes flickered at the small female chibi on the table that belongs to Karl, putting on a fake, tight smile despite him clenching his jaw in irritation for saying such things in front of his chibi.

"Nah, I don't think I can right now. You guys go ahead without me," declined Bucky.

Karl shrugs his shoulders, not really caring if Bucky comes or not. "Suit yourself. Hey fellas! Let's go!" The brunette was shocked and angered as he watched Karl harshly grabs the chibi from the table making it squeak in pain before walking away with his small group of friends, with their own chibis on their shoulders.

Bucky wanted to stop him, he really do, but he doesn't have the right to do such thing no matter how the person deserves a good punching.

Why haven't they said anything about Bucky not having his own chibi by his side? It's because he lied, saying he doesn't like to carry his chibi around and all that. How can he say the truth? Even himself doesn't know the truth! Does he or does he not have a soulmate? He's pushing thirty for Pete's sake!

Bucky's gaze is down as he propped his elbow in the table, sighing to himself before averting his eyes back up. Blue eyes danced around the bar, fiddling with the shot of whiskey in hand. Regardless of knowing how fruitless his searching was everyday, he can't stop no matter how hard he tried to - like it's now in his instinct to look around, to search for the small being that would lead him towards his supposedly other half.

Leaning his head back, he downed the whiskey in hand before slamming it onto the table a bit harder than intended, causing eyes to turn towards him. Bucky doesn't care, there's so much thoughts running around in his head to do so, tossing a few coins on the table before heading out of the bar to find his best and only friend Steve Rogers.

[Winter Soldier!Bucky]

The cold brittle December night and the harsh falling of snow from above barely made the winter soldier flinch as he crouches on top of the rooftop, aiming his sniper rifle at his target. His breathing is steady as well as his heart, like he isn't just about to kill one of the people who crossed Hydra.

3

He steadied his aim, locking at the target's head.

2

His index finger pushed the trigger just the slightest in a thrillingly slow--

Squeak!

His eyes narrowed at the sound, leaning his head back to look around his surroundings, ready to pull out his gun from its holster. He found nothing but snow and the fresh corpse of one of the guard at the center, he focuses his attention back on the scope and almost jumps in surprise.

Blocking his scope is a small almost human looking thing, curiously looking through the glass, tapping it a few times before grunting. The winter soldier immediately knew it was a male from the way he looks and sound, watching him waddles a few step back.

The chibi tilts his head to the side and unconsciously, Soldier tilted his head as well before registering what he had done a second later, shaking his head with a scowl. Bucky grabs the chibi with his calloused yet surprisingly gentle hand, and carefully placing him on the black case next to him before focusing back on his mission.

Fuck. The target moved away from the window, but it's nothing the Winter Soldier can't fix. With a small turn of the rifle to the left and a single pull of the trigger with no hint of hesitancy, the target fell down to the marbled floor, immediately causing the guests and securities to panic and run around like some headless chickens - pathetic.

The soldier straightens his back and turn his whole body to face the chibi who just casually continues to stares up at him with curious look on his face, once again, tilting his head to the side. Without a second thought, he lifts the chibi but now with his metal hand instead and started packing the sniper rifle in the case.

"Good job, Soldier. We'll be waiting for you." A familiar voice said from his earpiece before it goes static to silent.

The soldier for once didn't heard what has been said in his ear for all his attention is now on the chibi in his hand, face squished up at his grip but seemingly comfortable as it closes his eyes and sighs in content. The sight made his cold, steady heart skips a beat.

He's not stupid, he knows what chibis are and what their purpose is, and he don't like it. Anger surely bubbles up inside him and he don't know why, looking at the little thing makes him want to punch a nearby wall all while simultaneously wanting to just sit down and bask in the affection the chibi is currently giving him - peppering little kisses on his metal hand, like he's trying to comfort him.

The soldier closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before grabbing the black case from the ground.

Having the chibi around isn't as irritating as he first thought it would.

He was apprehensive at first, the idea of having someone out there waiting for him; a cold-blooded murderer. The asset did not paid attention to the chibi whatsoever for a few days, only sharing his disgusting food with him; stale bread and just as unflavored mash potato, or some MRE food pack. To his surprise and relief, the chibi doesn't complain and would accept the food gratefully.

The winter soldier slowly warms up, letting the little guy in his very, very small, one person 'personal bubble'. He started to actually enjoy the little guy's affectionate actions and kisses, instead of pushing him away every time.

He once left the chibi alone to train one day, which caused to one of the agents almost finding out about while doing a quick survey of his room.

He never left the chibi's side since then.

The soldier isn't that heartless-- well, not much to the chibi-- for he is still... practicing, learning how to be gentle. Who could blame him? he once made the little guy cry, and truth to be told, he did not like it one bit.

He also found out that he likes-- loves peaches after leaving him on a unguarded stall that sells peaches because the mission is too dangerous, only coming back to him snoring on top of one with his tummy all big and full with four peach cores around him - thus the reason why he called him 'Peach'.

He cannot recall how many times he would wake up from a nightmare he couldn't remember at such ungodly hour with Peach crawling up to his rapidly rising and falling chest, patting his cheek and giving him a kiss on the forehead. Remembering all the night when he would just cry, letting out his frustration, anger, and confusion while holding Peach close to his chest.

The little guy don't talk, isn't that helpful, squeaky and loud, everything he hates to a person (except the first one) but he would be lying if he said it didn't provide him immense comfort.

Four years had passed. The winter soldier's chibi was there when it all happened, tucked inside his vest made from kevlar where no one could notice, not even Hydra which was quite shocking. A makeshift pocket the soldier himself sewn after stealing a small sewing kit from one of his previous mission, prickling his flesh fingers a few times. Reason why he started to clipped on his vest a bit loosely than how he normally does to avoid Peach getting squished or suffocate to death.

"You're my mission." Bucky roared as he throw a powerful punch after punch while the blonde kept his hands hanging off to the side, not making a move to fight back.

"You're my mission!" He repeats.

"Then finish it." Bucky immediately stops his fist in mid-punch as Steve continues.

"Cause I'm with you to the end of the line--"

A small squeak-like grunt was suddenly heard, freezing both men. Steve watches as something-- a mop of hair-- pokes out from inside his vest. A disheveled looking Peach looks around his surroundings, sleepy eyes swinging from Bucky to Steve before letting out a yawn.

"You have a... chibi," Steve whispers in shock.

Just then another explosion happened, sending the whole helicarrier to shake as the bottom of the falls, taking Steve down with it. Bucky watching him fell down after he managed to grab hold onto of the remaining part of the helicarrier, a sense of recognition and inner-conflict within the stormy blue eyes is the sight Steve last saw before he blacked out.

That and the particular chibi tucked in his vest. What shocked him the most is the fact that the chibi is a male.

Who would've thought?

Too long, Tumblr can't take it. Next will be the last part :) more shorter.

Excuse my poorly drawn sketch. Anyways, this scene makes me laugh now that I think about it 😂😂😂

Tags for [Little guy]: @fafulous @putinovertime @daybreakmistakes

[titanicfreija]

Not a sonnet.

Sunshot

"Guardian."

Freija missed her next shot but the explosive splash still scorched the Vex goblin and burned away the last of its core. The smoking, blackened metal collapsed to the Neomuna's artificial ground and Freija resisted the urge to look around for the empress.

"Yeah?" She tried not to sound annoyed but she was too annoyed for that. Sunny hit her hip. She considered trying again and decided to be smart this time.

"Tell me about this weapon."

Freija did look around now, taking a second to realize she meant the one in her hand. "You mean Sunshot?"

"You wield a relatively large handgun that creates explosions. Tell me about it."

"Oh, Sunshot is my baby," Freija gushed, petting the hand cannon lovingly. "I love her so much, she's my favorite. I can't even remember how long I had her, it feels like my whole life."

"That's not far off the mark," interjected Sunny playfully.

"I can't remember the last time she left my pocket. She isn't one-of-a-kind but she's rare. I'm not sure what's going on with a lot of that. There was one but then... Thomas says he's thinks it's loops in space-time, where they fall through when we die but get rebuilt with them, or at least this one really... Weird... Thing, which is also a warp in space-time and.... Anyway.

"Kind of embarrassing that I love it so much but I can't remember when I got her. I do remember when I fell in love with her, though. She saved my ass, she saved my fireteam's ass, she fed all of us so much Light that the Warlock could.... You know that thing they do when they stab the ground with the fiery sword? That. Faster than normal, I mean, we need to kinda feed on the Light to use that kind of power very much."

"You have mentioned this."

"But yeah, fed him the Light, got my hammers back, got two allies up, and the whole time I'm firing into wherever group I can and listening to her sing."

"You align with this Sunshot effectively?"

"Oh yeah. And she and I, with a piece of armor, we can feed off each other and I can feel every fucking shot in the best way, hammer impact way, and she's heavy and she kicks, but I hardly know how to use anything light or gentle anymore-- and that waa... mm."

"Go on."

"The warmth from a good cascade... Mm! Goes from my scalp to my toes! Hee, on the moon, the thrall will chain and rush out to get caught in it until it actually starts blowing them up as they are summoned." She giggled briefly, but stopped to line Sunshot up with a Hobgoblin well out of practical range. She fired once to set off its recovery, then seven more times metronomically, destroying it.

"You seem to use it more effectively than others," Caiatl observed.

"Thank you!" Freija couldn't keep the happiness out of her voice.

"You made her Light spike," Sunny reported, giggling.

"Hmph! I have seen it more often recently."

Freija grunted, mirth dismissed. "Yeah. This thing Queen Mara gave us has made channeling solar energy in certain ways really easy, and Sunshot has been eating well indeed."

"Why do you sound irritated, Guardian?"

"'cos that's my gun!" she huffed. "And as soon as the thing runs dry, they'll drop her. Latecomers and fair-weather friends. I'll miss the thing but I won't miss racing everyone else to the fireworks."

"I see. How many enemies have you defeated with it?"

Freija sucked her teeth. "You'll have to ask Sunny. I have no idea. It's a big number."

"Freija doesn't want to know."

"She only minds in retrospect?" snorted Caiatl, but then a harsh gulp of a sound interfered with the link for several seconds. "I see."

"My kill count choked the Empress of the Cabal?" Freija asked.

"On a single weapon," clarified Caiatl. "Truly? In four years?"

"Thereabouts," Sunny sang, sounding very proud.

"Okay, now I wanna know."

"I doubt she can conceive the scope of it," Caiatl said. "She's hardly seen more than a few hundred at a time. Tell her."

The Ghost hesitated, eventually conceding, "Eighty-two thousand."

Freija couldn't imagine that many people at once, no. She could hardly imagine the actual number written down. Usually numbers were ten or ten billion. She hardly knew what a crowd of fifty people looked like. Usually by the time there were that many things around, she needed to shoot them before they killed her.

Then again, that was the point. "I mean, yeah?" she eventually said.

"Hmph!"

@wolvereaux. @annieruok94

my Sunshot has eighty thousand kills on it.

I need to write a sonnet about her or something, shit

[championfrita]

Creepiest Locations in Pokémon

So, I don't really do Top 10 lists or stuff like that but I recently recieved Black 2 from a friend and reached one of the creepy game locations (you know what I'm talking about).

Suffice to say, I thought I'd talk a little about the creepiest locations in Pokemon.

Without further ado, let us begin!

Strange House - Unova Region

Yeah yeah, playing Black 2 so OF COURSE I'd put this on the list, right? Well that's not why. I put this on the list because it, for me, is the CREEPIEST location in Pokemon. Having not played White 2 in a while (because I lost it heh heh ^^') I had mostly forgotten it until now. I find Strange House to be the creepiest location in Pokemon not just because of the way it looks. The entire thing is Hellagar creepy. Not only does it have some of the eeriest music ever, but the furniture moves on it's own. AND YOU CAN HEAR IT MOVING. Straight up paranormal crap guys (and I'd know, I have paranormal investigative training and I'm a sensitive). When I first encountered this place I was super tentative about walking around inside. I jumped three feet when the first Pokemon Battle activated, no joke. Not to mention the backstory. A little girl put in an eternal nightmare by Darkrai who never wakes up and dies in her sleep? Yeah, no thanks. *horrified shuddering* Let's move on, shall we?

Old Chateau - Sinnoh Region

Yeah, you guys kinda expected this one huh? I put this on the list because it also has some seriously creepy music. Sure, Strange House is creepy, but mostly on the inside. Old Chateau is creepy ALL AROUND. Even the dilapidated exterior just screams "Yeah btw I have demons locked up in here, that a problem bro?" HELLGAR YES, IT IS! But that isn't even the creepiest part. The Chateau is straight up haunted. Ghosts of residents and even a butler can be found wandering around inside. Encountering them is for the most part a random event, except for the little girl, who you simply encounter by entering rooms on the second floor in order. Still not the creepiest part. In one of said rooms is a painting...who's EYES MOVE WITH YOU SO IT IS ALWAYS WATCHING. Plus in the kitchen possessed tableware flies at you if you stay too long. Even better? Find all the ghosts and a secret door under the stairs opens up to take you to the basement. Lovely. And guess who's down there? The creepy as Shuppet Gengar who's been using that painting I mentioned earlier to stalk you. I was so afraid of this place that I wouldn't enter it for like 2 years after the games came out. One look and I was like "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Did I say NOPE?!"

Lavender Tower - Kanto Region

This is obviously a classic from my childhood. Lavender Tower was the original creepfest of Pokemon, and while it may not actually be all that scary anymore, going in there without a Silph Scope was terrifying as a kid. Literally everything was a ghost, not just the ACTUAL ghost of Marowak that haunted the place. Even your Pokemon were too scared to fight in this place. Not to mention the crazy as Shuppet Channelers walking around the joint. Yeesh. Get a life guys.

Caves - All Regions

I know, I know. You're all thinking, Seriously?! You're afraid of CAVES?! Well hold on. Have you ever walked one without Flash, back in the old days when the screen was just black? It's not so much the dark that's terrifying. It's the idea of never escaping that cave. Of being lost in there forever because you can't bear to lose those Pokemon you've spent months lovingly raising. Without Flash, your options were: Try and stumble around in the dark hoping to get lucky and find a way out, or restart your game and do things from the beginning because you done messed up my friend. Horrible. Not to mention you had no idea what might be down there.

Kaminko's House - Orre Region

I don't care what you say, when the screen suddenly goes black and white and some deranged lunatic comes flying out of a creepy mansion surrounded by dead trees roving like a madman to challenge you to a battle, it's creepy. It may not be super scary, but still creepy. Especially when you enter the building and discover that it's home to basically a mad scientist. For a while I thought the player character, Michael, was gonna almost get murdered. Super weird stuff in there I tell you.

Scary House - Kalos Region

Not actually that scary. The way this location becomes pretty creepy is by watching the XY anime episode that goes with it. It reveals the house to basically be a house of horrors for Ash and friends. The old man they find there says it's all for the sake of saying hello the Ghost Pokemon Way. Entertaining his guests with a good scare as it were, except that at the end of the episode both he AND THE HOUSE DISAPPEAR. Then they reappear for Team Rocket. A DISAPPEARING HOUSE?! How is that NOT creepy?

Chargestone Cave - Unova Region

It's dark, weird stones float around, and it has creepy music. Yeah, no thanks. That being said, I absolutely LOVE Chargestone Cave. It is one of my favorite locations in Pokemon, but it's still creepy. You can practically FEEL the supercharged air through the game screen, which sets off all your instincts to flee, and you never know when a Pokemon is gonna suddenly attack you. It just has an all around creepy feeling to it.

Pokemon Mansion - Kanto Region

Oh look, and abandoned mansion. Let's go look inside! Creepy music and statues with switches and eyes that light up? Great! Oh boy, a book! Let's read it. Oh it's a journal…with the creation of a superstrong clone of Mew in it…Oh yeah, btw you're just casually walking around in a place where Mewtwo SLAUGHTERED ALL OF IT'S CREATORS. LOVELY! No big deal, just an abandoned house of DEATH. And you better have an Escape Rope with you if you plan to jump off that broken floor, cuz if you don't you'll be stuck there…FOREVER. Place is super creepy. And thanks to the one and only Braxton Burks and his musical reboot called Kanto Symphony, it just got creepier. Woo!

Route 217 - Sinnoh Region

Yup. I'm just gonna paste this snippet from Bulbapedia:

“If the player re-enters the house near the Ice Rock after the Spell Tag is obtained, the woman that gives it has disappeared. When obtaining the Spell Tag, her speech is: "...A person...? ...A rare sight... ...Thank you for visiting... ...A gift..." The nature of the item, in conjunction with Ace Trainer Olivia's comments of hauntings in the area, implies that the woman was a ghost, specifically a Yuki-onna.”

A Yuki-onna is a Japanese ghost woman who froze to death and roams snowcovered mountains waiting to kill people. It's a wonder the player survived. O.O

N's Room - Unova Region

I LOVE N. Love, love, LOVE him, but his room is creepier than a Mega Banette in a dark alley. N obviously has some serious mental issues, and it's this implication of dereanged mental health, combined with equally deranged music, that makes this place so darn creepy. The whole CASTLE is creepy, but this room takes the cake for creepiest room in the whole building.

Abandoned Site - Alola Region

Not exactly THE scariest location, this newest of creep fests lies in the context of it and the idea of being there in person. I know I'd find it super eerie, especially at night and when Accerola mentions she thinks you're crazy because the room you found Mimikyu in doesn't exist. Gave me some chills, let me tell you. Observant players will notice Mimikyu in the background of this scene, shuffling away behind the chainlink fence.

Pokémon School - Alola Region

While normally cheery and upbeat, if the player does a sidequest in UltraSun and UltraMoon this innocent place of learning turns into the stuff of nightmares. A creepy little girl and her Drifloon want you to look into some rumors...and appear only at night. The music makes for utterly terrifying atmosphere that will give you chills, especially if you find your own school creepy at night. While the occurences turn out to be completely harmless or normal things they make for some heartpounding suspense, and the little girl and Drifloon mysteriously disappear after you finish investigating. Creepy. It is strangely satisfying if you time it right like me and end up completing the quest at in game dawn though.

And that's about it. What locations do YOU think are creepy? Let me know in the comments!

[fluxofthemouth]

I'm sure I've posted about this before, but it's on my mind again.

In a Lord of the Rings verse, Piter not only replaces Wormtongue and carries out Wormtongue's role in the story, but the reason he's an agent of Saruman in the first place is that he's one of the two mysterious blue wizards you never hear about. Saruman is the leader of the wizards, so of course he can tell the blue wizards what to do, send them on missions, expect their loyalty, etc.

Lord of the Rings has some pretty heavy-handed and somber addiction metaphors that come from a soldier's perspective on veterans' post-war PTSD. Drinking and smoking in Middle Earth is generally portrayed as a safe gentleman's passtime or an ordinary part of life. But there are magic influences out there in the world that threaten to warp and destroy you and make you a shell of your former self. Gollum and the ring, Denethor and the palantir, Theoden and Saruman's corruption, and so on.

Dune takes a different approach. Frank doesn't downplay that addiction is dangerous, but he'll also write about addictive substances more casually. Like, here's a thing that's in the world. And he won't cloak addiction in the kind of magic and mystery a fantasy story needs look at something horrifying or shameful at an angle, to make it more bearable to talk about. He'll just invent fictional drugs right out there in the open. The horror stories exist alongside the mundane stories. Compare sapho juice to coffee; an everyday addictive drug that can stain your mouth but won't turn anybody into a Gollum and might even make you more productive at work for your trouble. Is it good or bad? Do people still drink it? Next to Dune, the Lord of the Rings has the intensity of an anti-smoking campaign.

In order to translate this character effectively, I think Piter as the blue wizard should have a cursed artifact that he has a disturbing magic-fueled obsession with, because he is in a Lord of the Rings setting and that setting only talks about addiction through metaphors with magic. But he's still a Dune character, so this is simply a thing that happens. It's even probably bad for him overall, but that's also his problem. It can be bad for him without quite being a warning or a horror story for the audience. For consistency, the artifact works a lot like spice. Piter looks a little younger and more vital than he 'should' for his age, and sometimes he can see snippets into the future. He's got his strange blue eyes like from Dune, & sometimes it's like he isn't quite all 'there.' He would try to murder anyone who tried to take the artifact from him, though, with a very Gollum-like intensity. And he's had it long enough that if anyone actually did take it from him, yeah, he'd probably die.

As with Gandalf, the scope of what Piter can actually 'do' as a wizard is murky and undefined. He kind of sucks as a wizard compared to Gandalf and Saruman and Radagast, so he might make use of down-to-earth methods such as sneaking, stabbing, and poisoning. The wizard thing helps him make really good poisons, I bet! Maybe the other blue wizard is blue like the blue of the ocean, and Piter is blue like the blue of the sky. Maybe his specialty is divination, looking for the future in the stars, and maybe that's what he sought out his cursed artifact to augment.

Maybe his role as Saruman's henchman started to form when he tried to tell the other wizards about visions of a dark and terrible future threatening the land. And it's not that they didn't believe him, they just got bored with how depressed he seemed about it all the time (and how are you supposed to handle constantly being plugged into a doom and gloom news cycle?). And Saruman was the one who was like, hey, I like your visions though.

He is also really good at math, and he likes to keep up to date with advances in the field made by monks or scholars or whoever it is in LOTR who's doing math. It has no direct practical benefit to him, and no influence on the plot. He just likes it. The artifact showed him a vision one time that someday math will rival magic, but he knows by now not to share the weird ones with anybody.

[jentlemahae]

spoilers for the idol ahead bc i caved and pirated the first episode: so i agree with everyone else it wasn't as bad or as explicit as expected but it still felt very voyeuristic and exploitive of lily rose depp. literally 5 minutes in we already see her boobs, there's a scene where she's choking herself while pleasuring herself, the entire dance practice was so obviously for the male gaze as well i mean you can't call what she was wearing an actual outfit tbh and there were so many unnecessary zoom ins to her butt. but the ending of the episode was absolutely abysmal bc the weeknd chokes her with her own robe, then cuts a hole into the robe and says "now you can sing" like that was SO STUPID i was in disbelief truly only a man could write such nonsense!! this is honestly frustrating when you think about the fact that the original show actually had such a good premise but they don't dive into jocelyn as a character at all. yes we find out about her psychotic break after her mother's death and tickets not selling for her concert through other characters but we don't really find out anything from jocelyn herself. her character is only portrayed in a sexual way and i doubt it's gonna get better with the other episodes judging from the trailer there will be no in depth look at jocelyn as a person it's all about her creepy relationship with the rat tail guy and that's such a missed opportunity bc the show really could've shed light on how toxic the music industry is and how badly the media treats especially women in the industry. they even draw parallels to britney and jocelyn does mention that she has to do what the label wants even though she doesn't like the song they want her to release but ultimately all of this falls flat bc sam levinson would rather sexualize his female lead instead of giving her any depth. oh and at one one point her friend says about tedros that he gives her "r*pey vibes" and jocelyn literally says that she likes that about him..... who would even THINK about writing such bs?????? oh right sam levinson... i hate that he thinks he's so edgy, revolutionary and misunderstood when he's just creepy and disgusting point blank.

i still haven’t watched the ep so im experiencing it vicariously through you guys and twt clips fshsh but yeah all the clips i’ve seen literally scream “directed by a man”, the male gaze is just so palpable every time jocelyn is on screen 😐 and oh my ? that’s a very messed up scene but it’s so bizarre it’s honestly almost funny bcs how could someone write such creepy fetishized nonsense 😭 like did he think that would look hot or something ???? that sounds like something out of a mediocre p* movie pls 🥴

yeah i think that a show centred around a young female popstar and talking about her life in and out of the spotlight would have been so interesting, in a way i think especially nowadays since women are dominating the music industry and there’s a lot of talk about how misogyny plays out behind the scene. unfortunately sam lev doesn’t have the artistic scope to do it justice (if anything, he’s actually adding fuel to the fire contributing to the misogyny with his own writing)

[the-firebird69]

This is a huge deal there's tons of people looking at this show saying those people don't look like Indians at all then they show the Indians they look like Mexicans but they may have been Mexican Indians and he says no just some Indians who are here it doesn't look like they've been here for a while haven't been here for a long time there's too much racism in Florida. And you guys took their place for some reason to hide I guess or doesn't act. And you know you're not aware of who's doing in your running around bothering people

And more or less it is going to end of September my Daddy adds

But that was saying there's a huge amount of people here bothering my husband It won't stop they do it all the time every day and it's ridiculous. She says you're talking like your friend and he says it's not really that great she saw it and said oh you're fighting I said yeah he does it too he's getting slaughtered is after everybody. Things are changing rapidly here and it's going to be a permanent change and you all are going to suffer because of what Tommy F did right now he's under assault my massive armies massive armies everybody it's required you're a boss most of them it wouldn't even require much space down there she was amazed she said it's right put him in a pocket in the tunnels it could be in one tunnel they're building tons of stuff so in trouble just checked into it and said we are in trouble and this is harsh and it's hell and nobody's letting him live anywhere practically no he doesn't really have a place and I see why he's taking a beating though it's very true is he's kind of an a****** too some reason we'll see it's because he's been abusing him his whole life. The Seminoles got really beat up here but they're really Mexican Indians they got pushed around a lot some of them got really mad today and got killed and actually in Mexico and his wife heads up later on to LA she's not really singing that song and dumps him out into the river it's remains it says a prayer they shot her if she floated down with the remains and she woke up and didn't care and said I'm here this is where I have to be said don't cry for me I hate you too since I hate you too but you're helping me and it means you're probably don't hate me she says it's true. Says your little stupidly explaining it said oh it's black and white and we think it's gray that's a great way to put it it's pretty Sharp where he's going after you.

The time is now they're all in the hole there's a huge Army huge huge huge Army and a lot of it's Trump about half of it and it is gigantic it's a massive massive Army going to all the holes it's probably half their population is about 2 billion octillion. It's a huge War it doesn't been this big in a long long time from what I hear had not since world War II it's a long time ago. A lot of people are starting to do some work like her and just starting to think of what to do and how to handle it and how to get by and do things at work and it is happening and they are doing things at work and it's been a tough road to get there and tough time convincing people that they have to do it you have no choice and stuff like that it's not really that easy to tell this kind of people.

These are massive armies going down there and they're going down huge huge armies I can see them on my scope gigantic

Hera Zues