#→ All is fair in love and war [ OOC Post ]

[oathofpromises]

Continued Thread from here W/ @adversityfought​ Jill groaned, as she leaned against the wall. Whoever sent this creature after them wanted to ensure neither Chris nor her made it out alive. Seemed to be a bloody pattern, and the other wondered why she kept an eye on him because of shit like this. The brunette reached into her pocket and pulled out her handgun, firing shot in rapid succession right into the ugly bastard’s eye. She honestly hated these things, they always had a tendency to never stay dead. Reminded her too much of Nemesis. Suddenly, her thoughts went to Chris words before she ran into this beast. 

‘Ladies, first.’ 

It was a small gesture, but one she could tell the meaning behind right away. It was bittersweet, but still an echo from the past. Deep down, there was the Chris she knew. Even if things felt different, it hadn’t really changed. At least completely. He still cared, a lot more than he would ever admit. No matter how much he tried to push Jill away, she wouldn’t abandon him. Even if that meant being labeled as a traitor with the other. She cared for Chris deeply. So much, that it was slowly starting to consume her thoughts, made her questions things. Things shouldn’t have ended up this way, but they did, and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do to change his mind. Not that she ever would, this was something he had decided. Hands slowly clenched into fists, as the woman forced herself to run towards the creature. Vision blurred, as the creature grabbed her leg and spin her back towards another pillar. Everything ached, a feeling the agent knew all too well. How long had the two of them been fighting in this war? It seemed longer than it actually was, and over time things truly took their toll on each of them. They had lost so much, and yet here they were on two different paths. Would it surprise Chris that she considered the same thing as he had? That she too had seen how corrupt the BSAA was. It was a fact they both had avoided for years, but feeling replaceable really could toy with anyone’s mind.

Jill gasped, as one of the creature's arms stabbed her in the stomach. The spiked arm twisted until it ripped out, leaving a large trail of blood across the ground. Every inch of her wanted nothing more than to scream out in agony, but she knew doing so would only alert Chris. She had to give him time to finish the extraction. This was their only chance, and she wouldn’t ruin it. Felt like lately all the woman had done was make more problems for Chris. She was starting to see why he got annoyed with her being so close. They both were tempting fate here, but neither could find the courage nor strength to stay away from the other. Their fates so deeply intertwined, it seemed impossible to simply break away. Jill would never, it hurt too much to be away from Chris. It felt like someone had stabbed her in the chest, with every second she wondered if he was okay. Too many nightmares of him fading away from her sight. 

Not again..

Jill hand reached out, as her side leaned against the pillar. Hopefully she bought him enough time, the data was important to Chris. Something he really needed, even if assisting him with this was essentially a betrayal. She winced, as the woman prepared for the end here. It was okay, as long as he made it out safely. That’s what mattered the most to her. Even if she could already hear him scold her slightly for being so reckless. A small smile appeared across her face. Blood clouded her vision, as the creature looked ready to lunge, but the attack never came, as it screamed out. Slowly, one eye opened to see the shadow of someone shooting at the creature. It didn’t take her long to already guess it was Chris. It looked like he had succeeded in retrieving the data, but probably was concerned what was going on out here. At least, he stayed there like she wanted and didn’t come to her aid before that. She would’ve felt worse if he had done that. 

It didn’t take Chris long to finish the monster off, which was nice to know she had managed to take most of it down without someone else. Jill gasped, as she fell to her knees, blood dripping down her forehead and stomach. It didn’t look good, most of the blood splattered around the room was her own. 

“Is that any way to talk to a lady?..Please Don’t look at me like that…I’ll be fine. You need to get out of here before they show up. Leave me behind and finish the mission. That matters more than my life.” 

The first part was an echo from the past, her way of telling him that things hadn’t changed either, nor would they ever. Jill winced, as she grabbed onto the nearby wall and pushed herself up. A sudden ache shot through her stomach, as she turned and coughed out blood onto the ground. Knees buckeld under her, as she tumbled into Chris arms. He noticed and managed to catch her but still had that mix of anger and concern in his eyes. 

He’s probably going lecture me later about how stupid I was to engage this thing alone. 

She wasn’t a doctor by any means, but it meant there was probably internal bleeding going on. At this point, she was merely a hindrance. Reaching across, she pushed against his chest, eyes serious. 

“I want you to go. Leave me behind.” 

At this rate, she would only slow Chris down, and at this point it didn’t seem like they could even get her to a proper place to treat her wounds. This was her fault, and now this was the woman consequence for being too cocky. Jill bit her bottom lip, as she shoved Chris away from her, just as a huge part of the roof came down between the two of them. He was near the exit, while Jill was trapped on the side with the creature. The entire place started to shake, as blood splattered out from the creature's body. A huge flower formed, before it opened to reveal the monster's second form. 

Jill sighed, this was something she had expected to happen. Nothing really stayed dead anymore, which meant this thing had various forms. Seemed oddly similar to the lords and Mother Miranda. Could it be someone had cooked it up to reflect that mission too? Hissing, the agent, slowly dragged her body away from it. Fire started to surround the room, as the entire body crumbled around them. If Chris looked closely, he could see a light reflect off what looked like a necklace around Jill’s nape. It was the same one he had given her as a gift years ago. Simple but had its only sense of beauty. 

Limping, Jill turned to look at Chris, eyes twisted with hidden pain but trying her best to remain strong. This wasn’t the end for him. She couldn’t let it be. No matter how much it hurt her to push him away. This was something she had to do.  

“Chris…We’re partners, right? Trust me…You need to escape with that data. I promise I won’t be far behind.” 

She smiled at him, the same one he had seen so many times when they were younger. The memories echoing from their S.T.A.R days. Everything seemed so easier back then, at least before things fell apart. For a time, they were happy. Their lives normal, and maybe even close to something else. Jill had pushed so many emotions away for years. After all, so many treated her like a tool. Experimented on her, pushed her away, and yet she still tried for a world that kept taking from them. How much more before it would be enough? 

If only it had been me instead of you, Chris..maybe then you wouldn’t have to feel this much pain. To put on a mask to hide those emotions. To feel like the entire world is on just your shoulders. 

Embers flew up around them, as Jill reached into her bag. It took her a moment before pulling out what looked like some kind of chemical. This was against every fiber in her body, but their last resort to survive this fight. 

“I’m sorry, Chris..what I’m about to do is risky..if I can’t control myself. End me.”  Without heisting, she jabbed the needle into her arm. Brunette colored locks slowly changed to blonde, very similar to how she looked during the incident in Africa. The woman opened her eyes, as all the wounds on her body slowly started to heal. A part of Jill cursing herself for using this, but desperate times. She didn’t know how the other would react, or if he would even understand what was happening. The chemical she had shot into her body temporary reactive the T virus still lingering inside her body. The one that had last awoken while she was in a coma. It was something she had asked a friend to help her prepare, but despite the dangers, she still used it. There was a risk she could lose control, but luckily Jill still felt like she had that. Jumping up, she walked along the wall before spinning towards the monster. Her leg smacked it against the jaw, as it was sent flying backwards. 

Superhuman strength and abilities. It was a short window to use them but, it was a means to an end. Even though, some might look at her like a monster too. It was something she had to do to ensure his safety. He had risked his life so much for everyone else. Time for her to keep him safe, no matter how much every bone in her body twisted with agonizing pain. 

After this fight, once this wore off, the wounds she had suffered before would return. As well as, her entire body given out on her completely. She only hoped that Chris used this time to flee and finish the mission he set out to do. That was all that mattered. Regardless of how Jill felt, this was how things needed to be. No matter how much she ached to say those words to him. It wasn’t a thing she thought would ever happen. 

This was her mess, and she needed to clean it up. No matter what it took. That was the oath she swore years ago. To put the needs of others first, and keep the world order. Even if over time that started to become distorted. That wasn’t the promise she clung to..it was the one she swore to Chris. 

‘No matter what path you take, I will always stand by you. I may not agree with some of your choices, but I won’t lose you.’ 

Everything that happened after was a blur, the next thing she realized was the monster exploding into pieces while her body started to slowly fell to the ground. Chocolate locks returning, as blood seeped out of her wounds again. A whisper came from the agents mouth, it was weak but still there. 

“Chris...” 

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: heavily inspired by those all posts but i can't find who they're from, i'm sorry 😭

your instagram but you're dating aaron hotchner :)

except i have no idea how to write for hotch/the team so it's definitely ooc 😹

part 2, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: bearded aaron hottie >> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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a.hotch: you tell me this after i shaved it all off

y/n_xo: you're still a hottie! just a beardless one 🤍

a.hotch: i'll grow it back for you

y/n_xo: my whole husband 🫶🥹

penny.garcia: you both make my heart so warm 💗 the ice king has finally melted his heart, this'll be such a good story for your kids! 🥹

d.morgan: yall make me so sick

its.emilyp: i feel like this man popped outta the womb with a glare looool

a.hotch: 🤨

its.emilyp: 🙂***

itsjj: suddenly i fear you have a whole stack of paperwork to complete

its.emilyp: and you'd be correct 😪

penny.garcia: SIR 🗣 AYO SIR 🗣🗣 SIR YOU LOOKIN FINE SIR 🗣🗣🗣🗣

reid.gram: not you thirsting over our BOSS 😦

d.morgan: i don't like this, babygirl

itsjj: sometimes sharing is not caring

its.emilyp: i hate it here ☹

penny.garcia: that wasn't me!! 😩 @/y/n_xo grabbed my phone!

y/n_xo: my bad, can't be thirsting on the main 🧍‍♀️

d.morgan: you can barely even see me, why we so blurry?

reid.gram: did you really expect high quality pictures from @/y/n_xo, be honest

the.davidrossi: always the blind ones out here taking 240p pictures

y/n_xo: always the old ones with the most audacity

d.morgan: FOULL 🤣

reid.gram: see, me personally i wouldn't take that type of disrespect

y/n_xo: all that iq and you still can't find a date 😔🤞

its.emilyp: that's my girl 😏

a.hotch: you stop influencing her right now

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y/n_xo: new boyfriend applications, this one is mean 😒

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a.hotch: wait does that sign not mean something good?

its.emilyp: no it does! nowadays it means peace and happiness

d.morgan: yeah it's also a way to say you love someone a lot

a.hotch: really? @/y/n_xo 🙂🖕❤

itsjj: LMAOOO

reid.gram: I CANT BREATHE

penny.garcia: IVE ALREADY SS THIS AND SENT IT ON THE GC 😂

y/n_xo: my poor man 😭

a.hotch: all of you are getting into trouble

its.emilyp: so worth it 😹

yourexname: i miss you ❤

a.hotch: you're going to miss when you didn't write this

penny.garcia: currently documenting every second of this

reid.gram: we're watching a historical event unfold, you guys

itsjj: i'm a little concerned for this man's safety

its.emilyp: hey, alls fair in love and war 😍

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y/n_xo: never leave your phone unattended pls

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reid.gram: of course you choose the one picture of my double chin

y/n_xo: it's always out wdym

reid.gram: .... oh

d.morgan: you walked straight into that one, pretty boy

penny.garcia: you guys are so mean 😭 my poor boy wonder

reid.gram: all these haters and for what? 😒

its.emilyp: i smell the cheetos from here

itsjj: i did not eat any 😡

y/n_xo: liar. they were on the side

its.emilyp: called it. my cheeto girl ❤

penny.garcia: time to play cupid, methinks 😌

y/n_xo: budge over will, emily's taking your place ‼️‼️

its.emilyp: 😏

itsjj: 😳

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y/n_xo: two best friends in a room.... they might kiss 😳

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the.davidrossi: how can i delete someone else's picture?

d.morgan: don't be embarrassed rossi, embrace your truth ✊

itsjj: we support you ✊

its.emilyp: sassy king ✊

reid.gram: hey, at least you and @/its.emilyp have something in common ✊

its.emilyp: literally choke

penny.garcia: you owe me 5 bucks @/y/n_xo 🥳

the.davidrossi: i hate all of you

itsjj: aww they look a little like henry and jack, forced to take a picture

a.hotch: that's because we were. this was the 10th picture

y/n_xo: that's cause you're so pretty ❤

the.davidrossi: i genuinely got heatstroke after this. never ever take pictures if @/y/n_xo is near

y/n_xo: :(

a.hotch: ignore him, he's on his sixth wife for a reason. i love all your pictures sweetheart ❤

y/n_xo: :")

penny.garcia: the absolute CUTENESS i CANNOT 😩🥹💗💗

its.emilyp: i can be a better boyfriend than him

y/n_xo: i love you

a.hotch: i am sorry??

reid.gram: damn the silence is loud

itsjj: reid don't be an instigator..... but do i sense a relationship forming? 👀

d.morgan: nah, i could treat you way better princess

a.hotch: @/d.morgan and @/its.emilyp both of you in my office now

[nekoramen]

content;

kuroo tetsuro. semi-angst, comedy, semi-fluff. best friends au, unrequited love / yearning (kuroo's pov), post-college au. mentions of bokuto x reader. 2,110 words.

warnings: brief mentions of alcohol + drinking, swearing

might be ooc; i like goofy men and kuroo is goofy

please watch 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' if you haven't already!!

it's assumed that kuroo, reader, and bokuto are all friends

"kuroo. give. it."

kuroo smirks, holding your remote just out of reach with those long, gangly limbs of his. he pushes and play-slaps at you as you try (weakly) to take it back. "dude, we have literally watched 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' for the last ten movie nights in a row now. how are you not tired of it yet."

you roll your eyes. "first of all, it's only been nine times. second," you eye him, "you are not depriving me of my man matthew mcconaughey. not tonight."

this. is. war. to be fair, he started it and you were just taking the necessary measures.

you lunge at him and your fingers find his sides. you dig and tickle him without remorse. he gasps between laughs as he tries to escape you, writhing and retreating until he was cornered and pressed against the couch arm.

"stop, stop, please! okay, okay," he wheezes and goes limp against the arm in defeat. you relent with a cackle. in the few seconds you take to pluck the remote from him though, there's a few things he lingers on:

you, hovering above him with your knees planted on either side of him, body almost pressed against his. you're warm.

that wide, dorky grin of yours. the absurd frenzy in your eyes when you get competitive and a little childish.

the brush of your hand over his. it's tingly.

the flips in his stomach and the tightening of his chest when you've pulled away.

kuroo swats at the thoughts. they keep creeping up from your persistence to watch this god-forsaken movie combined with his love for antics but nope. nope. nope. stop it. head empty please.

he doesn't think further on it anyways (as least not too hard) because 'how to lose a guy in 10 days' is playing (yet again) and to be honest, it's so fucking good. not that he'd ever make you privy to that thought; partially because he doesn't want to admit that he actually likes it after the countless times you'd badgered him to watch it while he refused and hated on it for no good reason. (he gave in on your birthday. no regrets.)

mostly, though, it's because he quite likes the routine. he steals the remote, you fight for it, you... fuck. stop. don't think about it.

"tetsu," you whisper.

"hm?" he snaps his head towards you, eager to escape his brain. you're silent, brows furrowed and poor lip gnawed at ruthlessly. he slowly leans towards you, stone-faced.

a blink, two, and he drawls out in his raspiest voice, "why… so... serious?"

you splutter out a laugh and he grins. it's wonderful, your laugh. it’s wind-chimes on a clear spring day, the crash of a cool summer sea on his skin, sunrays filtering through a cloudy sky. his gaze lingers on you, but you soon turn away back to the screen.

"____. i know your husband is very handsome, but are you okay?" he gently pokes your shoulder. "you seem down. don't wanna talk about it with your bestie?"

you cringe but he pulls another chuckle from you. your bestie, dependable as ever, can always put a smile on your face, you'll give him that. even if he's annoying 99.999999% of the time.

you beckon to your cat charlie from his post and he trots over, his grand fluffiness and all promptly plopping into your lap. you pet him a few, gentle purrs as your reward.

finally, you face kuroo again. "i'm gonna do it," you squeak out.

kuroo hums. "do what?"

"it. that." you nod towards the screen. kuroo blinks back at you.

"i'm... gonna ask him out. bokuto."

you blink at kuroo. he blinks back. matthew (ben) gets up from his stadium seat yet again for a soda.

"you're gonna ask him out... like you said you would the last ten times?"

"charlie." you point to kuroo. "attack."

"meow."

you just had to get the 0.00000001% saint of a cat.

"i really will this time though," you sigh. even you can’t convince yourself of it.

"it's okay to be nervous. you're great and i'm sure he'd be so freaking happy to go out with you." he smiles at you. "you can do this. you got this." he knows you won't do it, but he knows proper bestie behavior.

you stare ahead but he can see you biting back a grin.

"okay," you finally mutter and turn to him, shoulders untensed. "thanks, tetsu. i think i really can do it."

"of course." you both concentrate back on the movie for some time until he leans back over. "i know this is your favorite comfort movie, but did you choose it specifically to try and manifest andie?”

you tense.

"you gonna channel her? all her charm and confidence? oh god… the craziness...? yours isn't fake though. poor bokuto doesn’t know what’s coming," he teases.

you punch his arm but you can’t hide your sheepish smile. "stop perceiving me."

+++++

it's another three fridays until you and kuroo have another movie night. such is the life of a new college grad, working overtime and grabbing drinks with coworkers until your respective projects finally die down a bit and you can both find some time.

"kirin secured!" kuroo calls out as he bustles into your apartment. it’s been too long since he’s been here. since he’s seen you. "i don't know how you like this stuff. beer is fucking disgusting. soju is where it's at."

"first of all, don't yuck my yum. second, fried chicken is literally the best but i still got you your favorite beef skewers without complaining when, frankly, you're wrong and it should be fried chicken tonight."

"you're literally complaining."

you stick your tongue out at him.

kuroo sets out the food on the coffee table in front of the tv as you lay out pillows and blankets for some royally cozy floor seating. once the both of you sink into the sea of softness, you hand him the remote.

his brows surpass his hairline. "you don't wanna choose?" he asks.

you shake your head, grinning wide. "you've put up with me for so many movie nights in a row, i can let you have this one time."

"wow. how generous of you." he snickers. maybe he can finally blow off the dust that had been collecting on his to-watch list.

"so, what’s got you celebrating? did you get a good performance review?" he asks as he endlessly scrolls through the list on his phone.

"mmm..."

he looks up. you still don that big, dorky smile. "what? what is it?"

unable to take it anymore, you abruptly grab his shoulders. "i did it."

he responds with a blank stare.

"oh my god." you roll your eyes. "i did it! i fucking did it, kuroo!" you shake him violently. "i did it!"

"you have to realize i can't read your mind," he says, his head nearly snapping off.

"i asked bokuto out on a date!"

he clasps his hands over yours. you stop shaking him. "...really?" he says slowly, quietly.

"yes!" you exclaim. "and get this—he said yes! like, immediately! he seemed so excited about it too! god, i, i can't even believe i did it, well to be honest i had a couple drinks that day with my team but i called him and he came and i just did it and he said he was literally thinking about asking me out too but he kept chickening out and he was so sweet and helped make plans while he drove me home and he made sure i got inside before leaving and—"

"that's... that's great." he pats your hands.

but all too sudden for his heart, especially after your spiel, he’s tugged into into a crushing hug.

“thank you, tetsu,” you murmur. you pull back a bit and somehow you’re not the least fazed by the closeness of your faces. “i couldn’t have done this without you. for real. your words helped me find the courage, you know?”

kuroo’s heart dissolves in the pit of his stomach, but he still manages a smile. “of course. and i meant every word.”

he turns back to his list, letting his smile fade but you add, “god, i’m so excited for tomorrow.”

he eyes you. “tomorrow… is your date tomorrow?”

you’re practically vibrating in your seat and you happily pull off a cube of meat from your skewer. “yep!” you say between chews.

kuroo forces the corners of his mouth to curve upward again. just a little bit longer. “that’s great!” he cheers and sets down his phone. he picks up the remote and quickly clicks through a well-known path before pressing play.

“how to lose a guy in 10 days?” you say incredulously, wide-eyed and head tilted.

he nods. “yep.” you’re still staring in his peripheral. “i just need it,” he relents with a sigh.

“you… need it?”

he looks pointedly at you for a few seconds before slowly turning back to the screen. “matthew mcconaughey.”

+++++

curse bestie behavior.

he shouldn’t be here. not when you’re getting ready for your date, not when you’re grinning ear to ear thinking about said date, not when he’s nauseated thinking about you grinning ear to ear thinking about said date. no.

your singing floats softly from your bedroom to kuroo in the living room. he sighs, gazing out your window to the neighborhood while cradling charlie. it’s a beautiful sunny day. disgusting.

he holds charlie up facing him. “i can do it. i can do it. right? you believe in me, don’t you, charlie?”

“meow.”

“thank you. i appreciate it.”

there’s a creak of a door behind him, and he turns. you’re stunning. he glances at the floor because he’s sure his heart has leapt out of his chest but no, somehow it’s still stuttering in there. you look so magnificent. and most noticeably, happy.

“good?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers.

“of course! you look great,” he replies with a tight smile.

“thanks," you reply, beaming and far too giddy to note how quickly the corners of kuroo's mouth droop.

he watches you pace around, gathering your things and alternating between checking your appearance in your camera and your text messages.

"____."

"hm?"

he opens his mouth but you fill his sight with that poor gnawed lip, worry creasing your brows, and your tremor from all the capped anxiety and excitement.

he closes his mouth and walks over to you, passing you charlie and placing his hands firmly on your shoulders.

"don't worry," he says, confident and assured. "you'll be fine. he'll have such a good time with you and i'm sure you will too." he gives your shoulders a light squeeze. "i'm sure of it."

you breathe out a heavy sigh. leaning forward, you lightly tap your forehead on his shoulder. "honestly i think i'm gonna throw up, but that helped a lot. thanks, kuroo. seriously."

you pet charlie, visibly more relaxed from kuroo's words, and he's able to give you his first sincere smile today. he wants to savor this, you and him, you being any bit happier because of him. he soaks up the sight of you for another beat before opening his mouth again.

but a ping of your phone jolts you. you thrust charlie back into kuroo's arms, grabbing your things and quickly glancing at your phone before rushing to the door.

"wish me luck!" you exclaim with a frantic wave of your hand before you disappear from sight.

kuroo deflates and looks down at charlie. round green orbs blink back.

"you're right," kuroo nods. "i'm gonna do it."

he bolts for the door and steps out, eyes locking onto your figure, a bounce in your every step.

"____!"

you halt and glance back. you're beaming from ear to ear, maybe the biggest smile he's ever seen on you. it's blinding. several feet behind you, he sees bokuto leaning against the passenger door of his car. he's grinning as per usual, and seeing kuroo, he gives an enthusiastic wave.

"what's up?" you call back.

kuroo stares at you for a moment, lip between his teeth and chest rising and falling several beats too quickly.

finally, he simply raises charlie above his head, simba-style.

"charlie says 'have fun,'" he musters weakly, accompanied by a small wiggle of your furry companion.

you giggle and wave back at the pair before bouncing over to bokuto.

kuroo hurries back inside, closing the door and leaning back against it. he sinks his face into charlie's unending fluff, releasing a huge sigh.

"fuck," he says, muffled.

"meow."

fuck indeed.

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Peggy Carter

She’s a victim of Stucky mainly bc of the way marvel used her to give Steve an ooc ‘happy ending, but I know I’ve seen some posts calling her toxic or something it was 2019 so In CAT:FA, she’s introduced as a confident British agent. She has some chemistry w Steve Rogers (although more fans (on tumblr at least) preferred Steve and Bucky). She wasn’t just *woman who is strong*, but also had some emotional depth, with an actual range of emotion outside of angry and sad. She had a spin-off show, and she just continued to fight Russians and misogynists, even having chemistry in an almost wlw relationship and an eventual marriage to a famous shield agent. She went through character development and just was an awesome character. Then you know what endgame does? It has Steve Rogers travel back in time and take all of that development away. Most fans were mad at Marvel, and a lot were mad at Steve, but some fans threw Peggy completely under the bus, saying that they traded the (fanon?) queer ship/(canon) friendship for a bland love interest, which, um, she was so much more then that? I remember people really disliking Peggy, which isn’t fair to her character when she is/was so much more then that.

Peggy is vilified by people who ship Steve with his war comrade Bucky Barnes. I’ve even seen people claiming baselessly that she was secretly HYDRA the whole time. 

She gets in the way of stucky which OBVIOUSLY gives people, most of them women themselves, the right to be ridiculously misogynistic. Dismissing her character arc, traits, presence in the movies and her part in Steve Roger's life, saying she is insignificant on the ground of very subjective readings is one thing, but outright calling her 'just some old coochie', among other colourful, wonderful things, is another. They also keep reaching to villainize her (saying she's a literal nazi which she's not) and cancel her so their ship is somehow made more valid for it, erasing the competition as it were.

Sharon Carter

she “got in the way” of stucky shippers, in the comics she’s like the love of Steve’s life 

When she first appeared she was unfairly treated by fans for "getting in the way" of the Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes ship. A shame because she's a really good character. I'd talk more about how unfairly Sharon, and her actress Emily VanCamp, have been treated by the fanbase and the creators, but that's a different story.

She and Steve Rogers were meant to have a romantic relationship, but the entire fandom and many Stucky fans dislike her because it wasn’t a good ship. I think she isn’t the best but she doesn’t deserve so much hate

[kimageddon]

This is an archive of my one shots, prompt challenges and requests. If you are looking for my two main series, A Prince of Dathomir or Sins of the Father, please check out my pinned post or my AO3 account.

Fanfiction for characters in the Star Wars Universe

Tech

Reader Edition - The Wedding | The Reception | The Honeymoon

OC edition - The Wedding | The Reception | The Honeymoon

Crosshair

Shoot Me Down

Couldn't Resist (NSFW)

Boba Fett

Impatient (NSFW)

The Witch's Familiar (possible series, Fantasy AU)

Masterlist - Coming Soon

Introductory Blurb

Comedic Series for the Star Wars characters and Universe - a cantina where all characters coalesce OOC, no timeline specifics

The Pants Challenge

Drinks

Prompt List - | - NSFW Prompt List - | - Who I write for

Ideas sent in via asks from the prompt list (CLOSED)

Clone Trooper Jesse

29: "I'm going to give you five seconds to take that back"

Cad Bane

34. “That’s it! I’m killing them all.” / “Wait, but what about the plan?” / “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

31. "Good, I meant it to hurt."

ARC Trooper Fives

8. “I think I have found the cure for happiness.” / “What’s that?” / “Falling in love.”

Commander Wolffe

4. “But you…. You went drink for drink with Wolffe. How are you not hungover?” & 20. “You're so tiny compared to me.”

9. "“Have you lost your damn mind?!” / “Yes, but in all fairness, I was left alone.”

Clone Medic Kix

16. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Clone Trooper Hardcase

1. "That was my favourite blaster.”

Commando Captain Gregor

23. “Don’t cry. We’ll find each other again.”

Sergeant Hunter

46. "Kiss me like you mean it."

Coruscant Guard Commander Fox

12. “Aaand just like that I have lost all the fucks I had to give.”

Lord Savage Opress

7. “I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.” / “Wait… WHAT?!” & 40. “I want to take you to all the beautiful places, sunsets over oceans and listen to the rain. I want to dance with you, make you smile and laugh… but– I also want to kiss you so hard it leaves marks on your body, I want to watch you writhe beneath me and scream my name until you can’t say anything else.”

Requests from DMs of Ko-Fi

Maul and Savage - They discuss the dichotomy of siblings

Comfort with Darth Maul - Maul x Reader

Captain Rex - On shoreleave he decides to visit the barbers

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[silvercity-yir]

Some TMNT07 miscellaneous HEADCANONS THAT I LIKE TO THINK OF

This ends up a bit long. Also, english is not my mothertounge language so, there may be errors of grammars here and there.

Anyway, Some of prev hc of 07!turtles are here. Some of them may be ooc so just look away from this post. I just think that they deserve to be goofy

Leo

While he is the ghost of the jungle, he has his own fair share encounter of ghosts as well. Many of them caused him to get a fever the next morning.

One of the 'encounters' is him accidentally called out for it, other times is chase it, other time is that he picked an unusual stench(he should've ignored it) and questions it. Although he redeems himself from jabbing the supernatural encounter by meditating at night for 3 weeks.

When he tells his 'ghost story' to his brothers and splinter, he has a smug face that annoys Donnie and Raph(with affection) but when Splinter ask him 'Ah, my son, do you experience any after effect the next morning'

Beloved eldest brother cannot - No, he must never lie to his father - Never -

Leo: ...I got a fever the next morning...and it's hard to sleep even if I'm really exhausted...

Donnie: Smug ghost

Raph: Ironic fearless

Mikey: ghost of the jungle being ghosted

Splinter: Even a ghost must learn to recognise its own pride

Leo: Alright, alright, I'm sorry, sorry, I thought it was just dumb local kids pranks that's why I respond. Also, If it were you 3, I'll have you all set up as a sacrifice(bait) for the ghost if we are in a haunted situation

Raph, Mikey and Donnie: Love to see you try, Ghost 👻

He is fond of sharp stuff since he takes good care of swords and other sharp object mechanical parts and etc. For example, he sharp pencil until it's really sharp, every night he make sure that his blades are clean from remains stuck on it.

For that he is in charge of their metal weapon such as fixing broken swords, sometimes Raph sai, he even makes chain but he enjoys keeping them from rusting rather making it.

Also due to his fondness of sharp stuff, he bought kitchen knives straight from the shop, it cause Donatello to transform into mamatello

Donnie: LEONARDO!

Leo: *from his room*oh no, it's mamatello.

He occasionally forgets the name of certain technology products so he refers to them as it and may have forgotten some of their form

Leo: Is the tv really this big? Did it get bigger?

Raph: No it aint, you just shrunk, bro. Remote.

Leo: ..Wha..Oh*picks up the remote* this black thing plastic thing is it?

Raph: I say man 🤦

Silly time aside, Leo is the one who often does solo night patrol when other are busy or asleep.

In the comics of prequel movie, he has killed people, sometimes he wants too far as in broken arms, legs and bloody head and face for the thugs, he doesn't kill them just cause some serious concussion.

He and Raph both can be absorbed in the thrills of battle, only Leo tends to go overboard sometimes upon returning from central america.

Leo reads a lot about the stars, minerals and plants after the movie, he still reads strategy books like Sun Tzu art of war.

I hc that he can write poems, and haiku after his training. fight me

He is fluent in japanese, he picked up on some spanish but he is able to read it well, just not speaking in spanish.

Raph

I hc that he comes clean with everyone about him being nightwatcher after the whole winter thing. He even bowed apologetically to everyone in the dojo

Don and splinter had their suspicious but Don interrogates him how he snuck in and out of the lair.

Mikey on the other hand felt like an idiot for not recognizing his own brother based on the news and rumors that seem so related to one of them. He was shocked for 3 days.

After 3 days, Raph offers Mikey a ride on his bike donning night watchers helmet and a red motorcycle suit for Raph and Mikey an orange one suit and helmet. He wants to make up for his abscence despite being at home. They both had but Raph won't allow Mikey to ride on his bike unless if it's emergency

He paint his nightwatcher bike in red.

Ever since he bacame Nighwatcher, he became a vehicle expert it's mostly on his bike to take care of but he learns other vehicles in order to sabotage a gangs dirty job.

He is also super stealthy, won't see him coming.

Him being Nightwatcher has also made him to remember all the routes in the city, every road and every rooftop.

The others sometimes would tease about him being Nightwatcher. As a friendly sibling joke

Leo: Hey Raph, do you think you have a fanclub for Nightprince? Any admirers?

Raph: No, and if it did I'll run away from them. And it's Nightwatcher.

Donnie: But you're not nightwatcher anymore, you're Raphael, a grumpy sleepy snappy turtle.

Mikey: Haha, grumpy sleepy snappy turtle. Still, no jetpacks?

Raph: Obviously no, that's an offense to all our stealth training. I only have my bike and that's enough.

Donnie: Ah, yes of course your true love

The 3 of them are chased by Raph

It is Raph that started to call Donnie, Mamatello, To him Donnie became 'bossy' but still cares and worry for the well being of others in Leo's abscence and it still stays with him even after his return.

He also has convinced Leo to 'join' him because sometimes he feels like Donnie would became an Aunty-tello after his day job, and that is worse esppecially when he's mad.

Leo: What's in it for me?

Raph: He can sop bugging us about both of us not havin a job. I'll think of a day job that works for all 4 of us.

Leo: I do miss our geeky dorky brother being a geeky dorky brother. I'm proud that he's grown up but he's so...(irritated grumble) I'm in

Raph: Alright, we'll start by giving father extra cakes in silent

Leo: Wha...0_0

Leo went along with him anyway.

But Leo and Raph had a great time bonding and spendy their mundane free time

Raph may not look like it but he really is thinking of a job for all 4 of them

Raph just miss the old days because he actually miss the time they spend togeher.

When they go out on patrol, He is the most shocked towards Leo's violent impulse that he froze and is hesitant to intervene.

Luckily he was able to snap Leo out of it

Raph himself is too a battle maniac as mikey calls him and Leo but as nightwatcher he exercise some restraints.

Donnie akamamatello

Since he works from home, he sometimes cleans up the lair except for Raph's room because he sleeps all day with the door locked(or so he thought)

Since he works from home, makes him the 'leader' of the lair.

His job had him mentally drained because he's dealing with karens and boneheads every day, it drives him insane.

Poor harwoking turtle became sleep deprived, and if he does sleep, he dreams about a working his job without encountering any karens it's so peaceful until he wakes up

I like to hc that deep down he despise both Raph and Leo for just leaving him and Mikey by themselves to take care of the lair.

He can take care of the technological needs of the lair but it's difficult when he and Mikey are the ones that handle it when their father's health need to taken care of

He vents out all his frustration by training with his bo staff in the dojo

Donnie dosen't mind being called mamatello(who else has been managing the lair, splinter is getting old dude) He is proud of it too, because he discovered that there is something he can manage but if one of them calls him while their on a battle or etc. There's hell to pay.

I like to think that when he and Mikey have saved enough money for months they buy medical equipments and technologies, They sill have enough for grocery.

Sometimes he call on his brothers conducts a checkup but really he wants to test their equipment, he is so excited to use such fancy equipment bare with him

Example, Donnie: Raph, Mikey, Leo! X-ray come on all of us! I already test it on dad, It's all of you guys turns now.

Leo: He sounds...happy..

Mikey: Don's just happy we get to buy a new medical tech beside I won't be alone for the checkup.

Raph: Well, better than scolding us for some unfinished chores

Leo: Or buying kitchen knives.

Raph: Nah, I think you deserve that. Wtf, man?

Donnie: Hurry up!

In their nights of keeping the city safe as a brothers together, it's up to he 3 of them to exercise restraint on Leo, making sure that he dosen't accidently kill a thug.

Donnie is little afraid and worried of his eldest brother violent but he will do what he can to keep it in check with Raph and Mikey too.

Mikey

When he decide to quit being cowabunga Carl, he and Donnie come up with a plan to let Raph and Leo experience the horror of birthday parties for 2 weeks after that he works for 1 week before quitting completely.

It's mosly to compensate their absence and boy he enjoys it listening to their reactions from his headset.

Surprised at Raph's ability to adapt with the kids with a monotonous voice and Leo scolding the kids behind the parents back when he had the chance(it's rare don't worry), Both of them a one poin accidently knocked out a kid in the process.

Mikey: How's your job, fearless?

Leo: One of them were holding markers like their gonna stab me. They look like Chucky. It's annoying.

Mikey: *wheezing* Chucky. You're so mean

Mikey: Having fun, Raphie?

Raph: I didn't mean to knock that kid out, they're having fun.

Mikey: Dude, why

Raph: I didn't mean it

Since the 2 weeks of their shift, the kids stop slamming Mikey so hard due to Leo's shift, he scold some of the kids for slamming him when the adults are not seen somewhere.

He thanks Leo for that but that alone dosen't make up for his abscence.

I hc that he was frustrated when Leo stopped writing letters to them, when he didn't come home when his training period has ended.

Mikey opens up his frustration to Donnie and Splinter who empathise him, Raph at the time brushes him off by saying that he wants to stay in his room.

He has so much to tell him, he wants to lean on to Leo after his day job(back when he can enjoy it) like the youngest brother he is.

Yet, he wants to be angry at Leo but he distracts himself by focusing on his job Cowabunga Carl and be a goofball when he's back at the lair to rest before he continues the job the next day.

Having Leo to tell him about his journey is one way

Sometimes he handled the lairs technical issues by himself thanks to his observations on Donnie doing it while he explained to him. In return, he dragged Raph or Leo or both of them with him.

He has a diary in which he writes the name of the parent who scolded their kid for slamming him, he is very grateful to them, they are angels.

In their patrol when they are beating up bad guys and Leo would lose himself in the thrill of battle, Mikey was the first turtle to immediately stop restraint him from killing and Leo immediately snaps to reality.

Mikey: Yo, you nearly killed that punk! Sure their bastards acting all tough and harming folks but we don't kill them, we stop them! It's what we do, remember? Let the police and court, I guess to them.

Leo: ...Yeah...You're right, Mikey, Thanks, little bro.

Mikey: Your welcome, It's my job. come on let's give this to the police

[lnkedmyheart]

Hi :)

Can you recommend some bsd angst fics? ( angst is my shit and I wanna suffer lol )

I have a few so under the cut. A couple would be more popular but the rest are imo pretty underrated.

Akai by itotypes

"All is fair in love and war, right?"

Obviously. I personally find it a lot more fun angst than suffering angst though. Includes Dazai with a walking stick.

Yellow roses (400 yen) by the_most_happy

Dazai Osamu is not dead. Oh, he tried. But when he jumped off the Port Mafia building, he didn't consider that a certain annoying Slug was going to risk everything to save him. Thanks to his old partner, Dazai is given the chance to start a new life as a civilian: he has an apartment in Tokyo, a tiny flower shop crammed with plants and pots, and a mind filled with ghosts. His life is tranquil. His mission is finished. Until the day when, for the first time in five years, Chuuya walks into his flower shop with a job.

This is a angsty post canon beast au but this doesn't include Chuuya's meltdown cause Dazai doesn't die. Includes Dazai with a walking stick.

If you refuse to listen I’ll say it twice, love of my life by olympiansally

There’s Atsushi, Dazai’s star pupil. There’s Fyodor, arguably Dazai’s soulmate, a single mind in two bodies. There’s Kunikida, Dazai’s partner. There’s Oda, the reason Dazai wants to live. And then there’s Chuuya. If he asked Dazai to define him, to name his purpose, Chuuya already knows what he would hear. Chuuya is his dog, Chuuya is a slug, Chuuya is a chibi. And sure, maybe he is. But none of that is enough. Or, Chuuya can’t figure out what he means to Dazai exactly, but if he would only listen, he would realize that Dazai has been telling him all along.

This isn't exactly angsty but it's funny angsty cause Chuuya is oblivious as fuck in this and keeps jumping through hoops the whole time. Bro is literally living the brojob nightmare.

I Said It Was A Dream (and he agreed) by Hum My Name (My_Kind_of_Crazy)

The plan: Dazai Osamu leaves the mafia after Odasaku’s death, but he doesn’t leave behind his rage. Fuelled by the need to avenge his friend, he creates a painstaking plan to tear down the Port Mafia— to create a false haven for mafia members while, behind the scenes, he collects information meant to expose the organization for the criminal terror it is. The dilemma: Dazai doesn’t plan on Chuuya finding him. Chuuya believes Dazai’s simply hiding from the mafia, starting fresh with a harmless job in a local bar. They have their closure and move on— until Chuuya seeks him out again. Eventually, their emotions for one another can no longer be ignored. But Dazai’s desperation to take down the mafia means he can’t become distracted by his feelings for Chuuya Maybe, he can use this connection with Chuuya to his benefit. Maybe, he can have everything he wants, so long as Chuuya never finds out.

This is a canon divergence angst fic where Dazai decides to destroy the PM.

Release series by afinepricklypear

After countless days (months?) fighting against hundreds of fictional murderers in Poe’s book and using the time alone to reflect, Chuuya is released. (Alt: How Chuuya got out of the book Ranpo trapped him in towards the end of Season 3)

This was really fun for me as someone who enjoys angst, a lot of it is pre sb though.

Confessions of a lie by afinepricklypear

For three months, Chuuya has been missing and, during that time, Dazai has fallen further into an obsessive search for him. Until late one rainy night, an oddly familiar looking woman knocks on Dazai’s door.

This is a really odd entry ngl, I adore the angst and it's deliberately ooc. It's from 2020 so there is a lot of canon skk context missing but idk I found it an unexpectedly nice read. There are discussions of SA and coercion, some pre stormbringer characterization issues but if you go into this as a canon divergence au concept it's very enjoyable. Also the author is very explicit about this being a brainworm that they needed to write cause it wouldn't leave them alone.

Retrace by Kuranoa.

Chuuya dreams every night, and in those dreams, he dies the most horrendous deaths, over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat, afraid and disoriented. Dazai always assures him that they are nothing but nightmares. In this world, Fyodor has successfully obtained The Book. In this world, Dazai has witnessed Chuuya’s death 18,263 times.

I genuinely don't remember much from this fic but I do remember finding this good enough to be one of the first fics I bookmarked.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Open: a discarded Thomas and Richard ficlet.

This is a piece I did before the movie was released when all we had to go off of was the trailer that, somehow, managed to make Guy look kinda sleezy. Really, that was an accomplishment.

I originally wasn’t going to post it after I saw the film. It’s not that it wasn’t canon compliant, or that I didn’t ship it anymore, I just kinda lost the urge. I was more okay with the idea of Thomas and Guy than I’d thought I was (seriously, how did they make him looks so ooc sleezy?!?) and while there were points to be made with this piece, I didn’t feel the need to make them.

Then the fandom reaction happened. Fortunately, I missed the worst of the active shipping war, and what I have caught on Tumblr - from both the Thomas x Richard fans and the Thomas x Handsome Men fans - has been the ‘ship and let ship’ attitude I’ve always endorsed. The new works coming out on Ao3, however, have been pretty universally “We must reclaim the canon for our own for the world to be right!” and while one or two authors have been civil about the whole thing, a whole lot more have shown all the grace of a Mary-And-Edith-At-Their-Worst-Sibling-Rivalry.

Seriously, I’ve read one (1) piece that was simply written for the joy of the pairing (and it was lovely) and outside of that I’m about to start looking at Thomas x Jimmy fics out of desperation for something to read since I’m caught up on all the Thomas x Guy stuff.

So.

Despite the fact I wasn’t going to post this and despite the fact that I’m not quite fair to poor Guy because all I had was the Trailer (although it’s not actual bastardization, promise!), I’m going to put this here as an example of this little ship-and-let-ship concept all of the other Thomas ships have made an art form out of called:

AU Canon Divergence

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Thomas closed his eyes and leaned back against the trunk of the nearest tree, listening to the distant babbling of the river and the birds singing somewhere overhead. He’d not dared bring a blanket, in case anyone asked what it was for, but this part of the cemetery was so neglected no one came to clear the moss out from between the tree roots or keep the grass trimmed, so there was plenty of padding anyway. He’d just have to make certain his trousers were free of debris before he headed back up to the house.

Through the sheltering trees, he heard a short whistle, completely separate from the bird song. Smiling, he opened one eye and called, “Over here!” At first there was no response. Then, shortly, there was the sound of a foot on a dry twig and not long after that a tall figure came into view wearing a long coat, a fashionable hat, and a Cheshire cat smile. Somewhat to Thomas’s surprise, he had a basket hooked over one arm. “What’s this? I wasn’t expecting to make a meal out of it.”

The joke earned him a chuckle and the other man tilted his head up, revealing sparking eyes under the hat. “Perhaps not, but how often do either of us get to go on a picnic at all, let alone with each other? Stand up a moment.” As Thomas stood, a bit confused by the instruction, he set the basked down on a large, flat stone (Thomas was fairly certain it had never been a headstone) and pulled out…ah yes. A blanket.

“Richard Ellis, you are a wonder,” Thomas laughed, stepping aside so the other man could spread the blanket next to the tree. “I was just wishing I could have brought one of those without raising suspicion.”

“One of the advantages of staying at home,” Richard grinned at him, settling himself on the blanket. “I was able to pack everything while Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping. No questions asked.”

Settling down next to the other man, far too close for decorum sake, Thomas asked, “How do you plan on getting it all back without questions?”

“I’ll think of something.”

“You always do, don’t you?” Greetings and pleasantries out of the way, hidden by the trees and the tombstones that no one thought of anymore, Thomas leaned in for a kiss. He met no resistance, only hands in his hair and a tongue dancing around his own. By the time they came up, he was slightly breathless. “I’ve missed that. Far better than the last fellow, let me tell you.”

“Oh really?” Richard’s eyebrows arched and his smile turned knowing. “Did one of the actors Lady Mary invited into her home try to sweep you off your feet?”

His playful tone was infectious. “Maybe,” Thomas replied, drawing the word out and looking primly away. The coy act helped cover the butterflies that had taken flight in his stomach. They had agreed. They had agreed, in plain English, that they could each see other men, and he’d meant it, and Richard wouldn’t lie about something like that and he wasn’t reacting poorly, so there was no need for nerves. None. So why was he having problems breathing all of a sudden?

“Well there was someone,” Richard pried, still smiling. “You wouldn’t be talking about someone before we met!” He paused, then frowned, his tone taking on a note of (still playful) disapproval. “If it wasn’t an actor, please tell me it was the director and not some lighting boy. You can do better than a lighting boy.”

Nerves aside, Thomas couldn’t help but laugh at that. “And why not a lighting boy?” he protested. “Why wouldn’t I want to kiss a good, working class lad? After all, I know at least one working class lad who’s quite good at kissing.”

Richard received the pointed look thrown his way with good grace. “True, I suppose. But you have a working class lad, when he can get free of his duties, so surely you deserve something a bit fancier now and again?”

“Maybe,” Thomas allowed, although there wasn’t much conviction to it. “And at any rate, it wasn’t a lighting boy. It was a very handsome actor and lousy kisser named Guy Dexter.”

Richard whistled. “Now that’s something more like it! Although, lousy kisser?” He clucked his tongue, shaking his head. “Sorry to hear that.”

Thomas shrugged. “To be fair, he had high standards to live up to.” To prove his point, he leaned over and kissed Richard again. He was grinning by the time they broke apart. “And he somehow wasn’t as handsome in colour as he is in black and white. Not bad, mind, just not as impressive. He made up for it in other ways, though. Just wait until I get you someplace truly private. I can show you a few new tricks.”

“Mmm, looking forward to that.” Richard opened the basket again and started pulling out dishes.

The other man’s throaty purr rolled over Thomas, setting the butterflies in motion again. He wanted that ‘somewhere truly private’ right now. He wanted another kiss. And, for no earthly reason that he could explain, he wanted to apologize, to grovel if necessary, and beg the other man’s forgiveness. He watched as glasses followed the plates, and a bottle of what looked like lemonade. “Richard?”

“Yes?” The other man stopped, his eyebrows quirking in curiosity as he looked up from unpacking.

All playing gone, Thomas asked, “Are you really all right with it? With my having been with another man?”

Richard blinked a moment, expression confused, then gave a soft huff of laughter. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be? We agreed, didn’t we? To be true to each other, but not to let that stand in the way of opportunity?”

Thomas nodded, feeling silly, but still wound so tightly he thought he might break. “Yes, we said that. Only, it’s one thing to say something, another to have it happen. And I could only imagine what would happen if His Lordship caught Lady Grantham with another man, or if Bates caught Anna.” Actually, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if Bates caught Anna. Not only did that mean imagining Anna being unfaithful, which was impossible in itself, he couldn’t begin to decide which would win out: Bates’s temper (which Thomas remembered quite well) or his inhuman love for his wife.

Richard tilted his head in acknowledgment as he worked the cork out of the bottle and poured them each a glass. “Yes, but that’s different isn’t it? That’s catching someone at something. I’ve not caught you at anything, you told me. And we may have vowed ‘til death do us part,” he paused, then amended, “Actually, we didn’t even do that, so we’re under none of the restrictions they are. It’s one of the few advantages we have, so we’d better take it.”

Thomas shivered as Richard reached out and ran the back of his knuckles along Thomas’s cheek. He caught the slow moving hand and turned, pressing a kiss against the fingers.

“After all,” Richard continued, running his thumb over Thomas’s bottom lip. “Who knows what will happen. We may never get to see each other again. One of us could be arrested, or die in a car crash.”

While he doubted the other man was being pointed in his examples, Thomas couldn’t help but think of sitting in the back of a York police truck, or of Mathew Crawley, dead the day his son was born. His mind followed that trajectory. “At least neither of us can die in child birth.”

“Thankfully.” The word sounded like a prayer between them. “But there’s still so much that can go wrong. No point in virtuously waiting for something that never comes.” The smile crept back, flitting around the corners of his mouth. “And even if the worst doesn’t happen, if, say, they decide to film a sequel and some handsome Hollywood star who knows how to kiss properly wants to sweep you off of your feet and carries you off to a glorious film career, don’t let me stop you.” He pulled his hand back, still smiling. “I’d rather you be happy than be mine for all eternity.”

“I’d like to be both,” Thomas promised, taking the lemonade he was handed. “But thank you. I knew all of that, I just…I needed to hear it.” He took a sip of the drink, then asked, “What about you? Has there been anyone?”

Richard shrugged and shook his head. “No one worth taking the risk over, at any rate. If opportunity knocks, it knocks, and if it doesn’t, oh well. I’m not going to fret over it. Carpe diem, isn’t that what they say? Seize the day?”

Seize the day indeed. It was a lovely day, after all, and he was with a handsome man who loved him, regardless of the circumstances. It was not a day for brooding. Making a concerted move to lighten the attitude he said, “Well, if, by chance, Their Majesties decide to film a movie at Buckingham and some handsome star,” (Richard laughed) “Who is also the master of all passion, comes along and whisks you off to a film carrier, I promise not to be too heart broken.”

The other man laughed at that. “You’re a terrible liar, Thomas Barrow.”

Thomas gave a rueful smile and ducked his head, well and truly caught out on that point. Sharing Richard was one thing, but if the other man left he was pretty certain he’d be devastated. He covered it by taking another drink.

All sincerity and grins, Richard continued. “I promise you, though, while I am in England you have my heart, my devotion, and a packet of roast beef sandwiches.”

Thomas narrowly avoided spraying them both with lemonade.

“Now,” Richard smirked, pulling the promised sandwiches out of the basket, “I want you to tell me all about the filming of what is sure to be this year’s most talked about film.”

[saintharted]

I posted 129 times in 2022

That's 23 more posts than 2021!

83 posts created (64%)

46 posts reblogged (36%)

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I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

#;;out for morning prayers. [ooc] - 63 posts

#;;alas! that my body clean and whole never been corrupted; today must be consumed and burnt to ashes! [visage] - 20 posts

#;;i am not afraid... i was born to do this. [ic] - 17 posts

#;;my flag; defend our brethren! [promo] - 11 posts

#drxgonharted - 8 posts

#;;children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth. [musings] - 7 posts

#pulseofthestars - 4 posts

#;;lord; accept my sacrifice. [asks] - 4 posts

#;;jeanne d'crack [crack] - 3 posts

#/mobile - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#can't /not/ respect him when he owns up to what he does and still respects god and doesn't try to claim he's doing it in his name

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me: Idk if I’m doing a good job with Jannu

Roby, with a bat in hand:

Me: oKAY OKAY I’LL STOP GOD--

4 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#4

Me, banging pots and pans: Respecting someone and disliking someone are not mutually exclusive--You can do both!!!!!

4 notes - Posted December 31, 2022

#3

I remember Anna talking about it ages back, but honestly? Jannu would really respect that despite all that has happened with how Kirei is, he doesn’t really blame how he is/the shit he pulls on God or the heavens above? He owns it, and while he is absolutely doing some pretty awful shit--At least he a.) is aware of it, and b.) doesn’t try to push it off as someone else’s fault.

She doesn’t respect what he does nor him as a person, but for being able to separate being a man of the cloth and being Kirei as a person--That’s not easy, and I feel like that should be discussed more but DelightWorks is busy turning Jannu into Jeanne d’Arcschool Musical featuring protagonist who is flatter than my cup size as the love interest.

5 notes - Posted December 31, 2022

#2

“I don’t understand this omnipotent-benevolent thing.” “You are confused because the Bible describes God as an omnipotent and benevolent deity.” "Exactly.” "Omnipotent-benevolent simply means that God is all-powerful and well-meaning.” "I understand the concept. It’s just... there seems to be a contradiction.” "Yes. The contradiction is pain. Man’s starvation, war, sickness...” "Exactly! Terrible things happen in this world. Human tragedy seems like proof that God could not possibly be both all-powerful and well-meaning. If He loves us and has the power to change our situation, He would prevent our pain, wouldn’t he?” “Would He?” "Well... if God Loves us, and He can protect us, He would have to. It seems He is either omnipotent and uncaring, or benevolent and powerless to help.“ "No, signore.” "Imagine you had an eight-year-old son... would you love him?” "Of course.” "Would you let him skateboard?” "Yeah, I guess. Sure I’d let him skateboard, but I’d tell him to be careful.” "So as this child’s father, you would give him some basic, good advice and then let him go off and make his own mistakes?” "I wouldn’t run behind him and mollycoddle him if that’s what you mean.” "But what if he fell and skinned his knee?” "He would learn to be more careful.” "So although you have the power to interfere and prevent your child’s pain, you would choose to show you love by letting him learn his own lessons?” "Of course. Pain is part of growing up. It’s how we learn.” "Exactly.”

This exchange is honestly something Jannu would say to someone

5 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@drxgonharted​ replied with:

“Berserker- Sorry, I mean, erm, Kriemhild wouldn’t let me out of seiza position unless I agreed. She was was pretty insistent about it."

“Good grief--There’s a limit to how much someone can do.”

Says the very much a busybody of a saintess.

“Should I speak with her? That name connects you to another hero, I don’t believe it fair to have it taken from you.”

5 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, BLAKE BELLADONNA. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: saturn age: 26 pronouns: any ooc contact: @blakebelladonna on twitter other characters in xc: none yet

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: blake belladonna age: 21 pronouns: they/them series: rwby canon point: post-volume 9 app triggers: brief mention of past partner abuse, discrimination, dismemberment, racism, violence, war, child soldiers, mentions of the world ending, death.

personality:

blake is one of those people who you would want to consider your ride or die. fiercely protective of their allies and loved ones, they are prone to giving it their all when it comes to being a loyal companion. often blunt and rather detached from strangers, they may seem like they want absolutely nothing to do with anyone or anything. though blake practices the habit of keeping to themself most of the time, that does not ultimately mean they want to be kept alone. they just... have a bit of a difficult time putting themself out there in the longrun.

beneath the brooding facade lay both a kind and selfless person, always willing to give others a chance despite their outward appearance. they truly are a firm believer in the phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover”. some might consider it foolish to hope for the best in mere strangers. and while blake has had her fair share of heartbreak, they have also seen just how good even the most (seemingly) horrible of people could be.

hang around with blake long enough and you’ll start to see how relaxed and surprisingly charismatic they can be. maybe the loner type really is a charm point huh? they aren’t always the one to jab in a sly remark, but if given the chance, they’ll certainly take it. being that they grew up in a resistance organization the faunus also tends to have quite the rebellious side to her contrasting reserved nature. they're always willing to fight against the machine; being free and having fun, as they have very much earned the right to at this point in her life.

though their spirit has been broken time and time again, its resilience is absolutely astounding. a fiery passion in which from the embers sparks a brand new life into them. blake belladonna is a fighter– a survivor. they will do everything and anything they can for the good of themself and for those they protect in the process, even after all they have been through.

something your muse struggles with: as it stands, blake struggles with making impulsive decisions. reason being is that said decisions tend to lead to destruction– whether it be throwing a wrench in a relationship in thinking they were doing some good, or getting themself physically hurt in the process because they were trying to make things right. your muse’s greatest strength: blake is very good at handling high-stress situations, coupled with listening to others woes and hardships. they are usually the one to try and talk their friends and allies through their struggles and offer moral support in turn. or if you don’t want any advice, they’re just happy to sit and listen if you need it.

background:

such is the tale of a young soul whose destiny alone weaves their story for them. a child born into forlorn darkness; cruel, unforgiving, immoral by all means. it’s from the very beginning they knew this world is not meant for them. yet all the while, they know they must make it her own. blake fights to survive against the world that punished them based on simple presence and undeniable biology. constantly battered and spat at, blamed by humanity for being absolutely worthless.

unfortunate experience allow for them to decide their own path throughout the years of their youth. and along that path they allowed one other person to walk alongside them. he went by the name adam taurus; a man full of spite and vehement hatred towards the human race, covered with a blanket of pure passion to fight for his fellow kin. the young faunus was absolutely infatuated with his drive to make the world a better place, totally and utterly convinced that what he had been doing was for the best of the faunus.

oh, to be young and full of hope.

the route to which they walked beside one another would soon turn into a dark and twisted path of punishment and abuse. slowly blake had begun to realize that adam was not the man he pleaded he was. he promised change time and time again; to be a better person, to stop lashing out, and that he would always love her no matter what.

that was when they knew they had to escape.

it was a routine heist that allowed for blake to sever the tie between them and their ex-partner. aboard the train car they sat by their lonesome, all so they could finally set in motion their own plans for the future. they would gain access at the prestigious beacon academy to become a huntsman; an individual who swore to protect the public from grimm and petty crime surrounding it.

what they didn’t expect though was to form a bond so strong that she would gain another family in their wake. several members in fact; though team JNPR and SSSN were not often spoken of, they had definitely been a big part of aiding them grow as a person. for nearly a year team RWBY had become their rock; her overwhelming support of who they were and the ideals that they fought for. even when blake was at their lowest, their teammates were always there to help pick them back up out of their depressive slump. they were everything to them. and they promised that she would never again run from the fray.

… seems like that promise didn’t stand a chance the first time around.

an onset terrorist attack hit beacon during its annual vytal festival. amongst the parties involved stormed an ally of the white fang splinter group… one lead none other by adam himself. adam had (partially) exacted his revenge, stabbing blake in her stomach, and severing the arm of her partner yang xiao long. luckily for blake, she had enough aura left to carry her incapacitated teammate to safety.

this had all been the beginning of the end.

over the course of the next few months team RWBY had been separated. blake had run off to their home island of menagerie in order to protect the ones they loved the most, sun being their surprise ally who followed them throughout their journey of self-discovery. after many egregious battles and pleas to bear arms against the corrupted white fang, blake had found themself unexpectedly reunited with her teammates once more whilst battling at haven academy.

this time, there were no empty promises. even through all her fear and regret blake had vowed to stay by their team’s side. just as intended.

finding out that the very world they lived in was in mortal peril was just the icing on the proverbial cake. as both her team and company venture throughout remnant, they find themselves discovering even more secrets, pushing them into even more dangerous situations as time grows ever shorter.

they find that all roads had lead to atlas. a self-proclaimed land of opportunity; a militant government that had been grasped by an iron fist by a man of similar name. salem was coming, she was coming-- no. she was already there. she had always been there, keeping them all under her watchful gaze. everything within those two days, all they had fought for felt like a mere lifetime. so much had happened within those 48 hours, all of them spent sleepless and pushing forward towards a goal that seemed merely unachievable. evacuate the citizens of mantle from their absolute destruction. keep the relic out of distrusting hands, so that many may have a chance to live instead of a pocket of people who were kept on a pedestal.

while team rwby and company were able to get people to safety by means of seemingly impossible travel, there had been… a wrench in their seemingly foolproof plan. (he did say not to fall into the abyss. that was a reminder that was etched into your brain from the beginning). for falling, in their eyes, meant inexistence as they knew it. all of them had fought tooth and nail against their enemy, burnt in embers and ash. one whose greed surpassed them wholly.

one, by one, by one, by one.

and they all. fell. down.

powers / abilities:

semblance (shadow): think of it to be similar to shadow clones. though when blake uses their semblance, their “clones” are actually made of some type of matter and are not just illusions. they use them as more of a defense mechanism, as they only last for a brief amount of time, or until the clone is physically destroyed. these clones can also be infused with elemental dust (i.e. turn into stone, become solid ice, explode with fire).

aura: a natural shield which a huntsman’s body generates after being unlocked. it has the power to heal wounds over time depending on the severity of the injury. aura has also shown the ability to repel objects (such as bullets or shrapnel), though with a cost. this shield can easily be broken once worn away during battle, or after a huntsman has become exhausted. the only way to replenish it fully is with rest and nourishment.

inherent abilities:

night vision: being of feline faunus heritage, blake has the natural ability to see extremely well in the dark.

items / weapons:

gambol shroud: similar to that of a sickle-and-chain, blake’s signature weapon is basically the swiss army knife of remnant. it may act as a cleaver when sheathed; though still having a sharp edge that could do the trick. when unsheathed though it becomes a deadly double bladed edge katana, the hilt being a glock pistol as well. with a ribbon attached to gambol shroud they may freely swing it in range of their enemies, using the recoil of the gun as well to aid them.

dust cartridge (addition): given to them by their teammate weiss schnee. as stated earlier, dust are crystals charged with elemental properties. blake can enhance their bullets' impact and devastation by injecting the dust into their weapon for extremely limited use. this addition is usually a last resort.

gold ring: faunus folklore by word of mouth is common among the community residing in menagerie. legend tells of a faunus princess and her human lover, fated to never become one due to the death of her human. when she heard news of his passing upon the battlefield, the princess threw both herself and the ring she wore in his honor off the tallest cliff the island could provide. during a fishing trip with their mother blake had found this ring in the belly of a large tuna. whether or not it was coincidental or truly fate was left to be determined. blake currently has this ring kept in their jacket pocket, occasionally wearing it on their pinky finger or as a necklace.

starting ability: shadow starting item: gambol shroud

extra:

– canon bisexual with a heavy lean towards women/nb people.

– i headcanon blake to be nonbinary, using they/them only.

– blake’s cat ears are pierced like that of their mother; a single gold hoop in the left ear and two gold studs in the right.

– blake’s appearance is subtly more feline when you look at them for long enough, with slit pupils and sharper canines than the average human.

– their official height is 5’6 but i think they should be 5’8 for enrichment purposes.

– being that blake is a few months older than both yang and weiss, i set their age at 20 (rather than 19) since they had never been enrolled into an actual school prior to beacon academy, meaning they would have missed the proper cutoff. if this is HC serves as an issue please let me know!

– surprisingly a very good cook. gotta make ration meals tasty somehow.

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I AM MOVING!

Last move, I swear.

My experiment here with sideblogs kind of turned out to definitely NOT work. So to help organize things again, get it together and work out hopefully, I’m moving to a new blog. You can locate me at @ebonyhellebore. 

If you want to follow me there I would love you forever. If not I understand and I wish you the best of luck in your roleplaying experience.

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Round 1

Propaganda under the cut

Natasha Romanoff

People frequently write her as a Sexy, Intimidating, and Competent piece of furniture; she exists to be mildly intimidating, but has no real desires or inner life of her own, and all of her actions in the story revolve around the main m/m pair. Meanwhile, the m/m pair thinks of her as a Close Teammate(tm) but never devotes time or emotional energy to what might be going on in her life.

usually in certain fics she often just gets turned into a wingwoman for Steve, or if the fic is Tony centric she often ends up being bashed because of the whole team tony/team cap thing. 

Some of the best series Marvel has ever done were Black Widow solo runs. Unfortunately she was also Bucky's love interest at one point, and (before the MCU blew the fuck up) she was often fridged or villainised.

Peggy Carter

She’s a victim of Stucky mainly bc of the way marvel used her to give Steve an ooc ‘happy ending, but I know I’ve seen some posts calling her toxic or something it was 2019 so In CAT:FA, she’s introduced as a confident British agent. She has some chemistry w Steve Rogers (although more fans (on tumblr at least) preferred Steve and Bucky). She wasn’t just *woman who is strong*, but also had some emotional depth, with an actual range of emotion outside of angry and sad. She had a spin-off show, and she just continued to fight Russians and misogynists, even having chemistry in an almost wlw relationship and an eventual marriage to a famous shield agent. She went through character development and just was an awesome character. Then you know what endgame does? It has Steve Rogers travel back in time and take all of that development away. Most fans were mad at Marvel, and a lot were mad at Steve, but some fans threw Peggy completely under the bus, saying that they traded the (fanon?) queer ship/(canon) friendship for a bland love interest, which, um, she was so much more then that? I remember people really disliking Peggy, which isn’t fair to her character when she is/was so much more then that.

Peggy is vilified by people who ship Steve with his war comrade Bucky Barnes. I’ve even seen people claiming baselessly that she was secretly HYDRA the whole time. 

She gets in the way of stucky which OBVIOUSLY gives people, most of them women themselves, the right to be ridiculously misogynistic. Dismissing her character arc, traits, presence in the movies and her part in Steve Roger's life, saying she is insignificant on the ground of very subjective readings is one thing, but outright calling her 'just some old coochie', among other colourful, wonderful things, is another. They also keep reaching to villainize her (saying she's a literal nazi which she's not) and cancel her so their ship is somehow made more valid for it, erasing the competition as it were.

[sinnabonka]

It’s spec time: Love always wins

(Okay, I promised it, I’m doing it, there’s no stopping me now.) 

For the last three days I’ve been all over the place emotionally, clinging to every post saying Cas is not dead dead, saying his story is not done, but then someone wrote the “but” post and, there I go again, down the bottomless pit of angst. 

I’ve been a Schrödinger believer for so long with this show, one can get used to it. 

I know I’m not the only one feeling this way, regarding whether Cas is coming back or not. We won’t know till we know ©

Ep 19 speculations here

But let's speculate!

Apparently, there's nothing better for me to do way past midnight on Saturday and on Sunday morning (when I’m writing this). 

What makes us think 15*18 might indeed be the end of Castiel’s story:

Everything the crew and Misha told us, officially, is pressing toward Cas dying permanently in this scene. “Proud ending”, indeed. 

Castiel’s story has the perfect symmetry this way, with the handprint, the “Hello, Dean” - “Goodbye, Dean”, and the whole “Dean Winchester is saved” theme.

He is smiling, while Empty takes him, he’s content with his sacrifice. 

Something about Castiel’s monologue didn’t sit right with me for some time. The whole point of happiness being not in having, but in being and saying, gave me an idea of it being the way writers say we can’t have Destiel, but we should be happy to know it’s real and to hear it said aloud after all those years. 

Supernatural had to be the story of two brothers and their journey, and Winchesters driving in the sunset is the most probable endgame we are gonna get. 

Even though all those points seem valid, we can’t trust any of it. 

Let me fix it for you:

It wouldn't be the first time the crew lied about someone being on set. 

The handprint was not scripted. I repeat, the handprint was not scripted.

Castiel’s monologue could be just about loving Dean, and it’s just my poor wounded heart looking too deep into it and seeing my angstloving reflection on the bottom of the well. 

And Supernatural might indeed be about family, but, as we know, family doesn’t end with blood, and doesn’t start with it either. Cas is family, after all. 

I’m glad be are clear on this one.

What tells us Cas is coming back and we are getting Destiel endgame:

(Brace yourself, it’s gonna be wordy)

1. The most obvious, without rewriting his memory or going OOC, there’s no happy ending for Dean (not the crappy bittersweet substitute) without Cas. 

Even without the love confession in place, we’ve seen what Cas’ death did to him before, it shuttered him to pieces. Imagine the damage it's gonna cause now! 

“I love you, I always did, bye bye now, have a long and happy life knowing my feelings for you have killed me dead.” Really? No win can make up for it.

2. My fave point, aka the natural dynamics of storytelling. The big loss predicts the big win. The deeper the wound, the brighter the prize. Following the roller coaster this season has been, we should be up for a pretty high damn up pretty soon. 

So, there’s The Big Loss (losing Eileen, all of their friends, all the people on Earth and Cas). 

Next - The Big Win (defeating God, getting their free will back, getting humanity back). 

Then, we should have The Big Regret and Reflect moment (Sam and Dean talking a lot at this point, realization of things which are important, what they want with Chuck gone). 

And at the end, there’s The Ultimate Happy ending waiting for us (see point 1 again in case you are not sure what that means).

3. You know what, forget it, this one is my favorite. The parallels. Throughout this season we’ve been spoon-fed with context (Geez, it feels nice to finally know we are not crazy, we are not seeing things, we got it all right!) and writers chose to do so via parallels, via reflections, subtle hints. 

It would be some lazy storytelling to shove everything to our faces, so, instead, we’ve got: Charlie and Stevie, Sam and Eileen, the world and humanity, Dean and Cas. 

Everyone separated. Forever? No, not really. And I don’t buy everyone getting their loved ones back, except Dean. C’mon.

4. Unresolved love confession. Yes, Cas might have died with a smile, meaning it’s enough for him to speak his truth and be gone. But Dean? Him sobbing in the dungeon, ignoring Sam’s calls (he literally never chose anything above Sam before), the “Don’t do this, Cas” part - it’s the lowest he’s ever been. 

To sum up, Dean didn’t get his closure. He might have needed five to six business days to process, but he still has his truth he has to find out and then give a voice to. 

And yeah, I know, he could confess via prayer or something, but we all know that’s something needed to be said face to face.  (Btw, he already confessed to Cas in purgatory via prayer once, you can try and prove me wrong, but good luck with that, sunshine.)

5. The perfect symmetry. If I were in SPN writers room, I would literally cry my eyes out of joy at the symbolism this ending gives. I would literally fight everyone against it. 

The broken man not deserving to be saved is dragged from Hell by the most loyal and righteous angel Heaven ever seen. 

VS

The fallen angel not deserving to be loved is dragged from Empty by the most loving and caring man the sun shone on.

I mean, c’mon, people. Poetry.

(We are nearing a very important thing here, fasten your seatbelts, please.)

6. The message the show wants to give the world has changed. From “it’s all about the journey, about saving people, killing things, no one ever gets what they deserve”, the philosophy has changed drastically toward the “good things do happen, you deserve to be saved, to be loved”. 

Come and see what lane we are walking right now: allowing yourself to love again, to experience things again / losing the love of your life a moment later / fighting for your love / winning your love back. 

I believe the final message is: love always wins. 

Love is not one’s weakness, love is power, love is strength, it’s a perfect fuel. 

Humans declare war in the name of love, kill and get killed in the name of love, but, most importantly, humans live and win those wars in the name of love, too. 

7. Go big or go home is on the table, and no one goes home this time. 

Supernatural was a bunch of broken glass for soooo long, I think this time writers are gonna give us something good, for a change. Not bittersweet good, but actually cotton-candy-almost-diabetes-sweet good.  

Why? 

Because *loud and clear* we deserve having good things happening to us! 

Also, it’s The End, the creators have nothing to lose, but, on the other hand, the ultimate happy ending would allow them to leave an enormous mark on the world and Supernatural to be known as the only show that actually could.

To sum up:  

Dean can’t be happy with Cas gone and, following the logic of prebuilt parallels, he won’t have to - everyone gets their loved ones back at the end, because love always wins. 

Cas might be at peace with speaking his truth, saving Dean and being gone, but it is not fair, Dean also deserves a chance to be heard. 

Few seasons ago I would laugh in my own face for these arguments, but the philosophy of the show has been transformed. During the last few years we were being prepared for this moment, slowly, gently being led toward this moment. 

Supernatural has to give us the Destiel endgame to prove their point.

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The Dad Batch Headcanons.

Two posts in one night. My god I am on a roll, this is where I disappear for the next few months and resurface again. I’m pretty sure this has been done before, pretty sure I’ve done a Clone Wars version. But because I’m on a Bad Batch Hype, may as well re-do the post! I cannot escape The Clone Wars, I will forever keep watching the first four seasons, and then pretend the last 3 didn’t happen. What’s order 66? Who’s this? Like all the Clones lived happily ever after, and they all found happiness.

Warnings: Fluff and swearing. I guess this is kind of an AU too? I probably re-read this quickly, but I’ve had a bottle of wine so like yeah. Headcanons below the cut. Unsure if this is OOC. Back from a huge hiatus and trying to get back into the swing of writing. I’m not that into Tech, so his is a lot shorter. Sorry guys!

·         Wrecker: I agree with the general consensus this man would be a great dad. Super supportive and a fun dad. If his kids want to play sports, he’ll be at every match/event, he’ll be the loudest one there, and super supportive of them! If his kids want to do something like dance, chess or playing an instrument, he’ll still be supportive and the loudest one there! If is kids playing a violin, he’ll be shouting ‘ENCORE’ or something. Who the hell going to tell him to shut up? Nobody that’s who, the man is a behemoth! But saying that, even though he’s really huge, he’s super gentle. He’s always carrying his kids around on his shoulders. Not only because it’s fun and so they can see, but it’s also the safest place for them. He’s such a good dad and extremely fun. He’s definitely the softer parent, like you’ll have to be a bit stricter than him. But he cares deeply for his kids and he’ll always be proud of them. He loves taking them to the beach, if they want to be Yeeted into the sea, then he will yeet them. Will also build sandcastles. He’s also the best storyteller, why? Because he does the voices, and always has the best stories. If his kids want a tea party, then he’ll be there, on time and ready to drink the best imaginary tea. Also, he’d totally hand down Lula to his kids. Lula looked after him, now they can look after his children. Wrecker would want a huge family. He grew up with lots of brothers and has always felt happy with them. So, he would want his kids to grow up with the same kind of thing. His kids would have cousins as well. Lots and lots of cousins. Wrecker would create a warm, supportive, and fun environment for his kids to grow up in.

·         Echo: Echo is a fairly chilled-out dad. He’s strict-ish but pretty fair. He’s super protective and proud as well. He’s really supportive and will help his kids with their homework. Always reads to them and makes sure they know their loved. He would also make sure that one of his kids was named, in some way, after Fives. He’ll always tell his kids about Uncle Fives and how he would have loved to have met them. Bit bittersweet for him. He’d be nervous when they were very young, because he only has one arm, and how can he hold them? His confidence comes with time. He teaches his kids not to judge and just wants them to feel loved and appreciated. He sets rules, but he’s not going to be super angry if they get broken, for a good reason. His kids are only a few minutes late home? It’s fine. He’d be the type of dad that would also just want to be kept in the loop. If they are going to be late, just let him know, or he will panic. This stems from what happened to him. He can’t BBQ for shit, but he does make the best cupcakes. If his kids are really into sport, he’ll go along to all the games, and make an effort to find out more about the sport. He wants to support them and if he has to read/watch more to understand it, then so be it! Type of dad to go to every recital, concert or play and be super proud. Takes loads of photos too. Why? So, when you’re old, and sat on your porch, you can look back and smile. Type of dad to be like ‘I can’t believe we made them!’ Echo is so soft and gentle and caring. He’d want maybe two kids. He feels having one, would mean they would be lonely. He, like all the other clones, grew up with brothers and loved them… most of the time! So, having two or three kids isn’t something he’d be opposed to.

·         Hunter: Is shaped like a dad, is a dad. Has the WORST dad jokes, but always makes his kids smile and laugh. He’s fun but strict, he wants to keep his kids safe, and has rules to help with his. Nothing major, but curfew is important. Makes a point of having a family board game night. Which once a month, includes all of the uncles. It normally ends in chaos but it’s always fun. Hunter is also the king of BBQ and DIY. Everything in his kids’ bedrooms and outside, was DIYed and built by him. Every BBQ he dons the apron, and proudly takes up his spatula. Makes the best burgers. He’s really supportive of his kids as well no matter what they do. He likes sports and will help his kids train. But if his kids don’t want to play sports, that’s not a problem, he’ll still be supportive. He’ll listen to his kids practise their instrument, help them revise, get Tech or Echo in to help them with chess. Will let his kids win at any videogames. Because the smile they have on their face when they best their dad, melts his heart. Hunter would want a few kids, maybe two or three. Omega needs some brothers and sisters after all. Hunter would also take his kids camping and be really outdoorsy with them. He’d like to leave early in the morning, and then come back trailing fireflies in with them. Anything from fishing to archery. Ultimate dad.

·         Crosshair: Crosshair never really thought about a family of his own. He has his brothers but never thought he’d have additions to that family. He’s a really unsure parent and doesn’t see himself as been emotionally available. He’s got issues that he would need to work through before settling down. He would mellow out and be a pretty good father. But he would panic in the run up to becoming a father. Would chew a thousand toothpicks in the run up to becoming a father, he’s nervous. He’d be a fairly reserved father. He’s not going to be emotionally distant, but it takes patience for him to open up to anyone. He’s really caring in his own way. But very unsure of himself. In a morning, will pretend to still be asleep, so his kids have to come wake him up, because he promised he’d teach them how to fire a rifle today. He’ll be there for his kids and be very protective of them. He’ll teach them to have good aim and that’s there way of bonding. Whether that be archery or something like clay pigeon shooting. If his kids win awards or trophies from competitions, he’ll be super proud. As his kids get older, he gets better with parenting. Parents evening with him will be intense. I honestly think his sense of humour and dryness may be inherited by his kids. Doesn’t do art. If his kids are into art, he’ll listen, but he has no idea what’s going on. That been said, will cherish anything they make for him. I feel Crosshair would probably have one child and would prefer to have a smaller family. He finds it hard to open up to a lot of people, and this would just suit him more… but wouldn’t be opposed to having a few more kids. Especially after seeing how amazing, they are. Would be a very smug father.

·         Tech: Helicopter parent. He wants his kids to do well in life and to have a good life. He just wants the best for them. He’ll support them in all of their extracurricular activities. ‘Oh, that will look good on your Uni application!’ Takes parents evening so seriously. What do you mean they’ve been doodling in the back of their books? Will look into what art extracurriculars are offered. He wants them to do well and will support them. He’ll help them with their homework and finds it fun. If his kids are struggling with something, they know they can come to him without judgement. He’ll judge other people, but his kids are still learning, and he wants to impart his knowledge. He’s a wise old owl. His kids will inherit the smugness that he has. Tech is smart and smug, and so are his kids. He’ll make sure to read to them. Not fantasy books but educational books. If his kids want to do sports, then he’ll get Uncle Hunter and Wrecker in to help. He’d very accepting of his kids and what they want to do and will support them. Takes lots of photos of them to show to his brothers. ‘This is them graduating from Year One to Year two.’ He’s very proud, but he will receive a ‘Oh goody, more photos, that we’ve seen a thousand times before’ Will shed a single tear when they graduate. If they go to University, will ask them to send them slides from their lecture. Because he wants to learn too. Do not let this man teach his kids to drive. Do not do it. He cannot drive for shit. I can see Tech maybe having one or two children. He wants to devote as much time as possible to them, to help them succeed and help them achieve their dreams.

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To Survive this Pain, Part 1 - 11th Doctor x Reader

A/n: I'm not dead, I promise! I've just been struggling to finish off fics. If this seems slightly rushed it's because I just needed to finish something. It's exam season (it's extra-long now due to a certain virus), but they're over in a few weeks. I've been trying to stretch into writing for different Doctors, and in my new formats, but good old Eleven is easiest to write. Inbox is still open :)

Word Count: 2596

Summary: After the "death" of Amy and Rory, the Doctor is devastated. After deciding to isolate himself on a cloud, he leaves you with the Paternoster Gang till Strax informs you the Doctor wants to see you.

Warnings: Angst, Cold Doctor, Doctor is slightly ooc due to guilt, mild self-inflicted Injury, Bouts of Rage.

I should try to post part two as soon as possible.

This is my first ever Full Story (GIF isn't mine).

Your shoes splashed through puddles on the cobblestone road, on your way down to the park of which you knew he would be.

You hadn't heard from him in a short while now, but Jenny and Vastra frequently advising you to pay him a visit had been getting to you. That's why, when Strax brought you the news that the Doctor wanted to see you, you leapt at the opportunity.

You were worried, you'll admit. It was clear as day that losing Amy and Rory had him tearing himself to pieces. It was only a matter of time before he sent you off, too. Before he abandoned you.

Weaving around the quiet Victorian streets, the sun still yet to grace the sky, you had arrived at the park. Looking around the odd trees that decorated the perimeter, you picked out the tree that you knew had the elusive ladder directly above it. You stepped over the beds of wilting flowers that lined the pathways into the overgrown grass.

After completing the feat of reaching the ladders, consisting of either jumping or using your umbrella handle, you had successfully pulled the ladder down far enough to climb onto.

Making your way up the ice-cold rungs, you take a moment to consider why the Doctor called for you in the first place.

It made little sense to you. After all, the Doctor had been avoiding you for the better part of two months now; what had changed?

The Doctor planning on taking you home became all the more likely in your mind as you began to climb the spiral staircase, shivering as the late-autumn air nipped at your skin. Winter was slowly breaking through the remaining life.

If you weren't so hung up on adjusting to the less-than-ideal state of Victorian England, you would've had more time to worry about the Doctor. However, he was so hung up with his own issues, and you with yours, that he only crossed your mind when you were settling down for the night.

Of course, it hurt that you too. Never seeing Amy and Rory again. You did your best to hold onto the fact that they lived a happy life together.

A life that you knew could never have. You wish you could say goodbye to them, but you chose to carry the loss with you.

You were exhausted, it was safe to say. Spending your days helping out the Paternoster Gang with new cases that come in was certainly frustrating, especially when you had to avoid so much. Milk, green dyes, dodgy stairs, aliens and gas leaks. Nothing was safe in Victorian times.

Not that you didn't enjoy the company, mind you. Jenny always provided conversation, and paired with Vastra, there were plenty of investigations to be had. You just missed them all, sometimes.

The Doctor had become such a vital figure in your life that it didn't seem right for him to not be there. When you had both lost Donna, you were there for each other, and even then, he was a wreck. You had spent those first two months together, and you had never felt closer to someone before. At first, you couldn't admit it to yourself, but after six years, you knew that was when you started falling for him.

There was so much you didn't understand about him, yet so much he had begun to explain. You had seen and done so much together, places that surprised and scared the both of you. In distant worlds and ancient times, there lay so many memories that you had forgotten. Just another thing consumed by time.

A simple flip through your diaries would confirm that through all that, you admired him: mattering not which of his faces. You had accepted from the start that he was an unobtainable desire, no matter how you looked at it.

He was old, alien and a danger-magnet. Many considered the Doctor to be a God.

It upset you to know that the Doctor could never love you, not in the way you love him. Not in the way that he had shown you what love could be, what it should be. But that was what you had to expect from the Doctor.

You assumed that consistently losing those he loved must hurt immensely. You also imagine losing someone he could spend the rest of his lives with would leave another unfixable hole in his heart.

So it made sense to you that the Doctor would never willingly fall for a human. Your short life-spans and weak bodies meant that so much as a single bullet could rob you of your life.

The thought of what a state he must've been in at that very moment was disturbing, to say the least. You had seen the Doctor angry before, and it was not an easy sight.

His heart held so much pain, so much guilt.

After what felt like a good three minutes, you stepped off the staircase. Your shoes now emerged in a cloud, which could somehow keep you from plummeting into the streets below. You felt surprisingly light, almost like you were standing in a pit of feathers, yet some odd force kept you from losing your balance. Plucking your key out of your pocket, you press your hand against the door of the TARDIS. You unlock the door, pulling the key from the lock and stepping into the Console room.

You called out for him. After listening for a moment, you concluded that the Doctor must've been elsewhere.

The TARDIS was a glum sight. Most of the orange lights were dimmed: if functioning at all. A few even had fist-holes in them. There were what looked like hundreds of books cluttering the console, all of varying topics: The Time War, Time Lord Psychology, the History of the Universe, Earth History, Greatest War Losses. Some had bookmarks; others he had clearly tabbed.

Paper littered the glass flooring, each scribbled in several handwritings. They all clearly varied in ages and sizes, some a muddy brown, others a vivid white. Quite a lot were in small clusters of pages, as though they were ripped from a book. You picked up one of the sheets to inspect closer, and your heart nearly broke.

Each page had a sort of date in the corner, which you quickly realised must've been an approximation of the Doctor's age at the time. They were diary entries, ripped out and thrown in what you assumed to be a fit of rage.

The Doctors' tweed jacket had slipped off the console and onto the floor. The contents of his pockets spilt out onto the floor.

You leant to pick it up, grimacing at just how much he was carrying around. Throwing the jacket over the railing, you avoided stepping on any more pieces of paper.

"Tidy some of this, will you?" You addressed the TARDIS, a hand on the edge of the controls, "I'll go talk to him, where is he?" The TARDIS clicked and hummed in response, showing you a blueprint on the monitor, "The Library? Okay then."

Darting out of the Console Room, you attempt to discover the library as soon as possible. You vaguely remembered the three places the library is most likely to crop up. You went from there. Fortunately for you, you didn't have to go far before the library appeared.

You had always felt as though the library was too empty. Four stories of shelves filled with books, all visible from the ground floor, the rows of shelves created a sort of maze of titles and colours. The Doctor must've owned every single book in the galaxy, judging by the sheer size. Not to mention the several dozen or so empty seats. The library could easily hold thousands of people at once, yet there is rarely ever so much as a whisper.

You had a fair clue as to why the Doctor would be hiding away in there.

There the Doctor was, turned away from the door, in an intricately decorated armchair. You could just about make out the top of his head. You loomed behind him awkwardly, unsure or not if he was aware of your presence.

"Doctor?" You faltered. His head perked up slightly, and the Doctor strained out a hum. He stood up, his arms tiredly hanging at his sides after he stretched. It checked out with your fit of rage theory. The Doctor walked up to you, and you only then noticed how fraught he was.

His expression was tired, eyes sunken and lips pressed into a thin line. His shirt was unkempt: the sleeves were torn slightly. It also appeared burnt or covered in dust. His hands were covered in dust too.

However, you noticed that his right hand had quite a few cuts and gashes, which all seeped out orange-tinted blood.

His greenish-brown eyes search yours for a moment as a tear rolls down his cheek. He inhales deeply, nodding to himself.

"Look, I..." The Doctor paused, again glancing over into your eyes, "I'm sorry- I can't, I can't do this," He took in a trembling gasp for air, "I don't want to, but I can't keep doing this. I'm sick of it. I can't keep losing people. I'm so sick of saving the universe." Unsure of what to you, you reach a hand out to the Doctors. He puts a hand on top of yours, keeping the other, bloodier fist at his side. You brush your thumb over his knuckles, his hand hot against yours. The Doctor continues, "Everyone, everyone who travels with me leaves, or dies, and I'm always alone again. Alone and in pain. I can't keep doing this..."

Smiling sadly, you nod, "I understand," You looked back up at the Doctor, "If you called me here to convince me to go home-"

"Take you home?" The Doctor's voice cracked, "I could never. That'd be just as bad as losing you. I need you."

Oh, the Doctor have his way of making you feel important at the worst moments. Your insides bubbled giddily, but you refused to show it. Instead, you ignored it to the best of your ability; what he was saying was important.

Your attention had fallen back down to his hand, and it looked considerably worse than you initially thought. Pieces of glass dug into his knuckles, the skin seeming gnarled by the force of the oncoming storm, "Doctor, your hand,"

"It's fine." The Doctor seethed, staring numbly at you, "I'm not human, it's not going to kill me."

You wanted to protest. However, given the Doctor's already fragile temperament, you weren't going to push it. Instead, after an instant of silence, you asked a simple question, "How have you been, then?"

The Doctor blinked, giving an answer careful thought. He had an earnest grimace as he finally spoke, "Furious."

"I can see, that" You hum, putting equal thought into how you should approach your response, "What do you think you're going to do, now?"

"Stay here. I'm not getting involved anymore." The Doctor spat, pulling his hand away from yours, turning to sit down, "I don't want to care."

"That's fair enough." You reassure. You didn't like the sound of the Doctor retiring too much, but you respected his choice. If he didn't want to save the world, he doesn't have to. You hoped that, in his chosen conditions, he would heal.

You vowed to yourself at that moment that you'd do everything you could to help him. Starting with his physical injuries.

You heard the armchair squeak softly as the Doctor flopped back against it, picking up a book from the coffee table and beginning to read. You headed back over to the door and grabbed the small medkit from the bracket on the wall. You paced back to the Doctor, pulling a pouffe from a few feet away to sit on. The Doctor glared daggers at you, exhaling sharply and holding his arm out in your general direction. You thanked him meekly, beginning to remove the sharp, reinforced glass shards from his knuckles.

If you were new to travelling with the Doctor, you thought that seeing this might hurt you more. However, six years of travelling was more than enough for the two of you to be used to this sort of treatment. He never seemed to care much about his physical health, more about yours. That often ended up in you worrying about the Doctor, not that you minded. You supposed it worked out, as you both fussed over each other. If the Doctor's previous face saw how he was acting, you were sure he'd have a fit. Not that he mattered, as he was still a part of the man in front of you.

You could tell by the downtrodden way he pretended to read his book, staring a hole through it, that something was bothering him.

"Are you scared of me?" The Doctor halted, voice brittle. He had taken note of how delicate you were and had drawn it up to a fear that the Doctor would lash out at you.

"No," You shushed, focusing on removing the glass from his hands.

"You don't sound sure,"

"I am." You reassured bluntly, "I'm just being careful. I don't want to hurt you more."

"I'm not hurt! You don't need to fuss over me,"

You lifted your eyebrows slightly, "There's nothing wrong with feeling, Doctor. As you said yourself, feelings enhance life." The Doctor exhaled petulantly, eyes back on his book. "But not even you can be in pain forever."

"What is my alternative?" The Doctor strangled out, "I forget? I do something selfish?"

You grimace as you remove the last small shard from his pinky. You take out a clean cloth and some water, dampening the rag as you speak, "You're forced to survive this pain, this guilt, but you will grow from it. You make mistakes so that you learn from them."

You gently clear the blood from his hands and start to apply mild pressure to the deeper wounds. The two of you continued in silence, the Doctor only occasionally removing his hand to turn the page.

He was such a different person to the goofball front you were used to. He was melancholic. However, you would see a small amount of your Doctor bubbling to the surface. He would occasionally chuckle at the book he was reading or draw circles on your palm as you held his hand still. It provided you with enough comfort to know that you weren't wasting your time.

You finished up your last-minute medical care with a bandage around his hand. You closed the medkit.

"Alright, I'm just going to go restock this, then I'll go tidy up the paper in the console room,"

"Oh- right that... Must've been a mess. I'm sorry,"

"It's okay." You smiled pleasantly, "Come find me if you need me, okay? I won't be far,"

The Doctor caught your hand in his, just as you were about to leave, he tugged at your arm. You leant down, and the Doctor pressed a short kiss to your cheek. You countered with a kiss of your own on the middle of his forehead. Just like you used to, back with his previous incarnation.

As you wandered off, you were oblivious as to what that gesture meant. Was it a thank you? Another apology? Was it even platonic?

From behind you, you swore that he said something you thought you'd never hear the Doctor say.