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stonedficz · 3 months ago

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✰ star shaped ✰ ch. 3 ❛is what i know true?❜

[schlatt x streamer!reader]

ch. 1 / ch. 2 / ch. 4

a/n: this is mostly revised. if you see something - it’s more than likely intentional. like and comment! luv u all! eat up bbs, momma made DINNERRR

You were both up all night.

You were planning. Podcast ideas, videos, scripts, guidelines, blog posts - everything. You planned to make the best of the opportunity you were offered with your favorite person, your crush, your everything. You had so many feelings about him. Parasocial love, deep admiration, all of it. You were obsessed. He was a star.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He didn’t know why. His feelings swirled in his chest, making their way down to his stomach. He played with the hem of his shirt for hours as he sat at his desk, catching up with b-t-s work for things like GamerSupps, his pc company, and his channels. He almost felt anxious. Anxious? Him? Sometimes, but rarely. His stomach twisted in a knot the more the thought of you came into his mind.

“The fuck is wrong with me,” he breathed out heavily, glancing down.

2:00 am

“Shit.” He leaned back in his desk chair. “I’m hungry as fuck, I don’t know why I’m still up, AND I can’t do shit till tomorrow because everything’s fucking closed.”

riiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiing

click

“Ted?”

“Yea bud, what’s up? Everything alright? You never call this late. Hell, you barely call.” Ted tiredly chuckled through the phone.

“Look, iii don’t know man, somethin’ just…” he sighed in confusion, holding his forehead with one hand.

“Genuinely, Schlatt, are you okay? Like do I need to call someone or is this just.. stress?”

“No man, I’m fine. Fuck. I just, did something and I’m not stressed I’m just - God, I don’t even fucking know. I think I’m just hungry. I didn’t do anything BAD, I just, y’know, made a choice and now I’m unsure, I guess.” He sighed, leaning back into his chair.

“As long as everything’s fine, then okay. Go get some grub man. Maybe smoke some weed, if you want. If only you were in LA...” Ted’s voice gradually raised in playful pitch till Schlatt interrupted,

“Alright, fuck you.” He chuckled.

click.

That was how most of their calls went. He got up and towards the kitchen, setting his phone down to grab some leftovers to heat for a late dinner. He looked back down at his phone while his food was in the microwave.

"shit." he ran his hand over his face, hearing the microwave beep. His eyes were locked onto his phone. "What is it with me tonight?" he spun around to open the microwave door and retrieve his dinner, when all of a sudden, he heard a

ding.

His eyes darted to his phone. Who could it be? He didn't have notifications on for anything but friends, and everyone he knew was asleep, or busy.

His eyes squinted.

From here (the microwave) he could see an icon on the notification. Instagram. Now, who would be messaging him at this hou-

He saw the username.

cookkizkill

hey! sorry for sending this message so late, but I got the pod map together. just a bunch of ideas. i'd like your thoughts on them when you get the chance! let me know if you'd be avaliable to call sometime tomorrow (really, today, since it's .. the morning)

He hesitated.

He shouldn't reply now. It was unprofessional. It would make him look bad. Well, maybe not bad, but weird. He shouldn't reply this fast to someone he didn't know.

But he felt like he knew her. Six months of reading messages, having one sided conversations through donos, and watching her youtube videos - it all added up to a perceived feeling of knowing.

"Oh God." he looked down at Jambo in defeat. "I'm a parasocial freak, aren't I, Jambo? Am I just like her?"

"Mow."

"Fuck you too, you little shit." he sighed heavily and picked up his phone.

There was no use in hesitating. If bad things were to happen, they'd happen no matter what they did. The same for good things. His small actions - so long as they were well-meaning - truly were just that. Well-meaning. He had nothing to lose. God only knows he WAS the uncancellable man of youtube, anyways.

cookkizkill

i also wanted to say thank you. i don't want to run you off with any sentiments, but I genuinely appreciate you offering to do a collab with me.

something like this both means the world to me, and has the chance to change my life. I've been watching you for a long time - to have an opportunity like this - something like you were given, makes me really happy and proud of myself. im super excited to get to do this pod!

jschlatt

i appreciate that. You're a sweet kid. We can call in the morning, go ahead and add me on discord @.jschlatt and we'll get to talking. I'll be ready to discuss everything by 11. My lawyer got the papers back from you so everything is good to go.

He could go to sleep now. He was okay. Whatever he felt earlier had mostly dissipated.

You blacked out after reading that text. Literally, from exhaustion and shock, your nervous system just powered down and helped you out. You had been laying in bed thinking about him, this, and all your feelings for hours. Hours. You hadn’t eaten dinner, you were losing your mind, and the worst of it was, you didn’t even take a shower. You were gonna be so pissed when you woke up. Oh, no, you weren’t. You were gonna call Schlatt. How could anything upset you?

Schlatt ate his leftovers and went on with his night, very quickly falling asleep after finally eating.

Eleven a.m. couldn’t come any faster.

You were ready by 9. Dolled up, dressed to the nine, perfectly calculated with notes, thoughts, and words (as well as some fan questions teehee), sweating in anticipation of meeting your favorite person - your role model, etc. You couldn’t imagine what this would be like. You got prettied up just in case it was a video call, but you figured knowing him, it would be audio only. Knowing him..

Did you?

Who’s to say he’s never been true to himself online. Maybe, even theweeklyslap project was simply to provide an alibi. He could be fake. You could be getting scammed. God, that would hurt. You’d drop out if this was fake. In fact you’d probably do meth, if this turned out to be fake. It would rip you apart.

You wished he would rip you apart. If you could even get into the same area code as him, it might satisfy you. There was a growl deep inside of you that wanted him. Not particularly sexually, either, but something that ached. You were desperate. Humiliatingly so.

You didn’t know what it was. His hands? Arms? Shoulders? Posture? Face? Whole body? Irresistible personality? Maybe it was because he acted like a douchebag. You liked douchebags, based off all your ex-boyfriends. Maybe he was as sweet as condensed milk, and he just didn’t show it.

Maybe he was what you wanted. Maybe he wasn’t. You didn’t know - nor did you care. The clock struck eleven, and you saw his user come online. You called at 11:00:30. Thirty seconds past eleven, so as to not be overtly early.

He probably didn’t notice.

He did.

“hiiii!” you exclaimed happily, and sweetly.

“Hello, hello. How’s it going this morning?” he chuckled sweetly. He had a gamersupps shaker in hand. On brand.

(Yeah, he had no clue you were recording this whole conversation. Teehee.)

“It’s so good! I’m so excited! This is an amazing experience, being able to discuss a collaboration with my role model. How is your morning? Have anything good to eat?” your heart was pounding out of your chest. Your hands wrung themselves under the desk you sat at.

“Well, you’re one for small talk, huh sweetheart?” he smiled and chucked. “I had some eggs. They were pretty good. Seasoned ‘em well too. What about you?”

‘oh my god’ you bit your lip as you nodded and ‘mhm’d’, though he couldn’t see you. ‘he’s so.. UGH.’ your stomach flooded with butterflies. It’s everything you hoped it would be, in these first 4 sentences. That is, meeting him.

“Ah, you know me - too busy grinding to eat. I just had a snack.” you smiled and laughed, opening up your notes. You were shaking. Vigorously. Something about this - what was it? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Was he flirting?

No, never. That’s not like him.

Well…

“Take it from me, good meals fuel the soul. You need ‘em to make good content.” he sighed. “Now- why don’t you hit me with your ideas here? Whatcha thinkin’?” he purred slightly. He genuinely sounded excited to talk about this proposed podcast ep.

‘oh my god. his voice.’ you groaned in your mind. This was almost painful. You were given exactly what you wanted, unfortunately. You got your cake.

Now you can’t eat it.

“So - here’s my thoughts.” your voice shook. Oh, God, were you going to reveal your hand? How nervous you were?

“I’m thinking we do a cooking episode. Y’know, how you guys did those video podcasts? But the kicker - we’re at our own places trying to cook the same recipe, seeing who can get it closest to the original picture, and or taste.” your voice continued to shake. The look on your face was, needless to say, scared. You were so nervous. The performance anxiety got to your bones - terminal. You felt like you were drowning in emotion. You could scream, cry, shake vehemently, all the big things.

Well, at least your camera wasn’t on.

“Ooh. Okay, okay. I like the idea so far - Jambo, fuckin’ stop - shit, hold on.” you heard him rustling. “Look at this fucker.”

He turned his camera on.

He held jambo to his chest and face. Your jaw dropped, and your eyes shot open. You were SO screen recording this. Quickly, however, you collected yourself and turned yours on too, snatching your own cat from beside your chair so fast he almost got whiplash.

“OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDD!” you screeched. “I love Jambo!” you shot your head back while you held Jeremy (the cat) on your chest. “I love your cats.”

The next words to leave your mouth would be life or death.

“You like my pussy?” you chuckled, rotating the chair enough for Jeremy’s dumb face to be visible in the camera. This was a terrible, terrible joke to make during your first impression.

His eyes went wide for a split second. Involuntary. You caught it.

He hoped you hadn’t.

He shut his eyes, tipped his head, and jutted out his lower lip in appreciation for the bit. Jambo head butted him.

“Dumb fuck, that wasn’t meant for you.” he scoffed, putting Jambo down. “Anyways, I do like the idea. I think that would be good for my first cameo on your channel - y’know, just to tease the people.” he tipped his head to the side in thought out approval and nodded.

“I appreciate that!” you smiled with your whole face, breathlessly.

‘wait.

first cameo? FIRST? FIRST? WHAT THE HELL DOES HE MEAN FIRST?!’

“You know I gotta ask, though -“ your breath hitched. You couldn’t breathe. You coughed impulsively to try and make yourself have the strength to speak. “What do you mean by ‘first cameo’?” your lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. God, he was easy to read sometimes. You knew him too well parasocially.

“Oh, you know what I mean sweetheart. Don’t play dumb.” He furrowed his brow and looked directly at the image of you on his screen with a small smile, “Your fans - even if there isn’t a million of them - all know you love me. How insane would it be for you to show them you know me? Either way, I’m down to collab more because I have an appreciation for what you do. You stay true to yourself, it’s something to respect.” one hand rubbed his obviously freshly trimmed chops.

‘did he shave to call me? was his plan all along to show his face?

did he want to see mine?’

You were silent. Awestruck. Breathless. All of it. How were you SUPPOSED to react?

“Schlatt, how did you feel - “ you choked slightly. “- how did you feel when you met your idol, Mr. Sark?”

“Like I was gonna shit my pants. Why? Did you shit yours?” he chuckled, taking a sip. He smiled slightly deviously.

“Yeah. It’s all over the floor. Actually, I shit so much that my cat drowned. You didn’t notice, but, earlier he jumped off my lap and fell right into it like it was quicksand. Gone forever.”

He chuckled breathlessly for just a few moments. “What the fuck are you even going on about?” His brows furrowed again as he continued to laugh for, like, no reason.

“You’re fuckin’ stupid. I think we’re gonna get along.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. and YES, I almost did piss myself. This is all just - I don’t know, it’s cool! This is my dream, getting to meet you. It’s insane to me that I was granted this INSANE wish. I feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Maybe you don’t.” he sighed. “Maybe you’ll never blow up, or get any semblance of a fan base -“ his words rolled of his tongue. He smacked his lips. “but, the opportunity is here. Are you gonna take it? Or are you going to revel in this idea; concept, even, that you just don’t deserve it?

Make the best of it. If this doesn’t help you out, at least you met your ‘idol’, and gained an acquaintance.” he raised his brows as he looked closer to the floor in thought, pursing his lips.

He’s said this before.

To who? He wasn’t the sentimental type, from what you could tell. Not for a stranger.

Is some of this what he told himself all those years ago? When he first blew up?

“You give some good advice. I feel like I’m on theweeklyslap. This is, well, an honor.” you smiled sweetly. The more you talked to him, the more calm you got. You were still excited, but something about him told you that you were safe. “Let’s plan to do this next week? Next Wednesday, if you’re free?”

“You call, and I’ll be ready, toots.” he nodded his head with his brows furrowed in serious sentiment.

He let a small smile crawl onto his face. You knew he was looking at you again.

Your eyes squinted as you smiled in intrigued confusion. “Perfect. I’ll call Wednesday. I’ll send all the nitty gritty details over so you can be really ready.” you nodded back, an even more confused, and apprehensively happy smile spreading across your face.

“See you then sweetheart.”

Click.

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skywalkerssgirl · 3 months ago

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need bf anakin being wholesome on a date bc i've been going thru sm lately 😭😭

a/n: aw i hope ur ok bb and since this prompt was more vague and gave me more creative freedom i hope this was okay?? p.s. guys. my asks are always open and feel free to request any writing for whatever!! or if u ever need advice lmk

Premise: Anakin takes you out on a date to the arcade in the lower levels of Coruscant.

Determined | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

As you step into the bustling arcade nestled deep in the heart of Coruscant’s lower levels, colors burst to life around you upon the dark, bustling background. The lights from the arcade games flickered bright neon reds, blues, and greens, casting vibrant patterns across floors worn smooth by generations of eager visitors. Even among such a lively atmosphere, one presence loomed the brightest beside you.

Anakin Skywalker moved with quiet purpose, a hand firmly pressed against your shoulder, holding you close as you walked beside him. The corner of his mouth curled in a rare, relaxed smile, and his blue gaze fixed protectively upon you. The Jedi Knight wore a simple black tunic beneath his robe tonight, sporting a look much softer than the one you were used to seeing beside you on missions. His golden brown curls hung loose, framing defined features that softened in your presence alone.

"You like it here?" His smooth-like-honey voice broke through your silent thoughts, velvety yet edged with a subtle seriousness—always alert, always observant.

You nodded with genuine delight, looking around at the seemingly endless selection of games in the large arcade before you. "Yeah, it's wonderful, Ani. I haven't been in an arcade like this since I was a youngling, before I came to the Temple."

"I'm glad you agreed to come then," Anakin replied quietly, gently threading his fingers through yours as he meets your gaze. A thrill raced up your spine at his simple touch; warmth unfurled within you, blooming from his fingertips to your heart. "I'll let you choose where we start."

As you two wandered through the crowded aisles, your playfully competitive natures helping you win—maybe use the Force, sometimes—each game you stopped to partake in. As you walked around, browsing to see which arcade game to play next, the prize display near the front entrance caught your eyes. Among the brightly-colored toys, unusually strange looking candies, and elaborate decorations, a large plush tooka cat perched prominently on the top shelf, overlooking the patrons. Its big bright eyes, perked-up ears, and fluffy lavender fur tugged instantly at your heart. You lingered a moment, warmth blooming inside your chest, silently admiring its adorable face before moving onward.

Anakin’s observant eyes hadn't missed this slight softening in your eyes, but he didn't immediately acknowledge it, filing away the moment for later.

Minutes later, your laughter rang loud as you raced each other through the winding digital tracks of a pod-racing game. Of course, you just had to try to beat the one man who’d kick your ass in a podracer even incapacitated. The motion blur of colors and the sounds of the cheering animated crowd seemed muted against Anakin's contagious laughter. His genuine smile broadened when you cheered or protested dramatically at losing…again.

“Now this,” Anakin gestured toward the podracing simulators with a cocky grin, “is my kind of game.”

You raised an eyebrow teasingly in response. “Is that so, Skywalker? Can you beat that high score then?” You nod to the highest number on the leaderboard lit in blue, daring him to beat it.

He flashed a playful smirk, eyes glittering challengingly. “Just watch and see.”

Sliding gracefully into the seat, Anakin gripped the controls again, the ease of his movement oddly graceful and powerful as his slender hands curled firmly around the handles. You watched, captivated, as his narrowed eyes fixated intently upon the screens lighting his face in vibrant flashes of reds, oranges, and yellows. The simulated engines roared, the pod surging digitally forward in a kaleidoscopic swirl.

It was impossible not to smile as you observed him. The muscles of his arms flexed subtly with every turn, every maneuver deftly executed, his expression focused yet somehow lighter than usual. Behind that intensity lay something carefree, tender—something only you ever truly saw.

Anakin moved as if he were flying again over Tatooine’s scorching sands at Boonta Eve, his instincts sharpened through years of war. The final turn sped lucent against his ethereal face, and within seconds, Anakin earned you a perfect score, lighting every indicator in swathes of victory lights.

Grinning boyishly, he stepped down triumphantly from the platform. You warmly clasped his forearm, pride blazing through you. "You're incredible," you murmured sincerely, meeting his gaze.

A faint flush crept onto his high cheeks, his bravado instantly subdued by your genuine praise. "Just lucky, I guess," he joked quietly, leaning briefly into your touch. His stare softened as it met yours, protective and affectionate beneath the noise around you. He reached to gently brush a strand of hair from your cheek.

"You hungry yet?" you asked softly, heart quickening at those small touches he always seemed to find an innocent excuse for.

"Starving," came Anakin’s soft affirmation. "I'll handle ordering the food; you just sit down and relax."

You knew better than to protest his protective nature; instead, you smiled, resigning yourself to his attentive nature. He gently kissed your temple before vanishing toward the busy bar area. You settled comfortably into a nearby booth, glancing around at the vibrant surroundings still buzzing with excitement.

After some time had passed, you checked the entrance to the restaurant section and waited. Anakin typically wasn't gone this long for simple errands. Your worry melted away when the waitress brought drinks to your table, advising kindly: “A tall young gentleman asked me to reassure you; he stepped away for a moment but will return shortly.”

Trusting Anakin completely, you sipped your drink leisurely, relaxed but curious at his mysterious absence. You knew he would always return to you, though.

In truth, Anakin had slipped back into the expansive maze of arcade attractions, his determination etched firmly upon every line of his handsome face. With admitted stubbornness fueling his every move, he poured credits generously into game after game, a generous wad of tickets pooling rapidly around him. His focus was intense, his piercing blue eyes steady. Anakin felt keenly aware of your absence beside him, an ache in his chest intensifying his resolve to win the plush for you.

“All right.” With purposeful strides, Anakin approached the redemption counter, a bundle of tickets filling his arms. “That tooka plush—the lavender one. Give me your finest, fluffiest one.”

The attendant handed it over, bidding Anakin farewell with a knowing smile. A wave of joy and relief washed over Anakin as he carefully tucked the plush protectively against his side, strolling hurriedly back toward where you waited.

Meanwhile, you idly swirled the cool, sweet liquid in your glass, watching patrons bustling around you. Then, finally, the sound of confident footsteps and the timbre of Anakin’s boots you somehow knew far too well; a familiar presence drew closer behind you. You twisted around to greet his return, excitement glowing across your features.

"Hey, stranger," you chuckled, "thought you'd forgotten about—"

Your words died on your tongue as he revealed the surprise he’d hidden behind his broad figure. Lavender fur shone gently beneath the warm, golden light of the table lamps, and his wide blue eyes practically begged for an embrace. Your lips parted softly, warmed through by profound gratitude and tenderness.

"Anakin," your voice barely whispered through emotion, "You... didn't have to."

He slid easily into your booth, the large plush placed gently between you. Cautiously, gently, Anakin captured your hand, threading his fingers firmly yet tenderly through yours.

"I noticed the expression on your face when you looked at it," Anakin confessed softly, casting his gaze downwards shyly before meeting your eyes once more, a curl of his hair cascading gently over his forehead as he did so. His voice lowered deeply, intimately, "I'd have won a thousand more tickets to see you smile again."

Your heart hammered within your chest. Gently laying your hand upon his forearm, your fingers tracing soft, affectionate circles, you said earnestly, "Ani, your presence alone is more than enough."

Colors danced gently upon his thoughtful brow, and his blue eyes warmly studied yours in quiet contemplation. He drew you against him tenderly, closing those precious few inches until your head tucked comfortably upon his shoulder, beneath the embrace of his protective arm.

"I've never...experienced anything like this before you," Anakin murmured reverently, his voice vibrating through his chest beneath your cheek. "Caring like this... being cared for."

"You're allowed to, Ani," you affirmed, your sincerity rich within every gentle syllable. Your fingers traced comforting patterns upon his hand. "You deserve it."

His grip tightened lightly in response, and brief tremors sighed softly through his steady breathing. He held you gently like that for a while, savoring this rare peace reserved only for the two of you.

When your food arrived seconds later, he reluctantly released you, though his thigh remained closely pressed against yours throughout the meal. His reassuring presence anchors you amongst the mingled voices and chaos outside.

The evening drew to a close as you journeyed back to the Jedi Temple. The tooka plush, tucked securely between your thighs and in your arms as you sat in the passenger seat of his speeder, served as another ceaseless reminder of the quiet affection lurking deeply beneath Anakin Skywalker’s fierce and turbulent exterior.

"Did you enjoy yourself, love?" he asked, with a vulnerability mingled with hope and the subtle confidence that followed Anakin wherever he went. He turned to study your lovely face, lit softly by the distant city glow.

You smiled gently, placing a palm warmly upon his cheek as you nodded silently. No words could adequately convey every tenderness swelling profoundly within you. Leaning to rest his forehead lightly upon yours, Anakin whispered tender reassurance into the quiet space bridging you both:

"For you, anything."

And the Force itself seemed to hum in understanding.

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leafbaked · 3 months ago

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some things from the trailer remind me of unused or early concepts from the death stranding 1 artbook. here's some of them and my thoughts! okay to reblog & expand ideas!

so lou after dying becomes a 'beached thing' or at least we're expected to 'think' she is the thing in the pod now or something. pods already spoke to the odradek so perhaps no longer being part of both worlds and solely on the beach she loses her 'baby' shape.

in the artbook we have fragiles duffle bag for equipment. we know she carries a bb in this eventually because she brings back higgs doll in ds1 to show sam. its interesting that neil appears to have an amelie bb in pre stranding if we are not being mislead, much like cliff had once and also i think neil will be cliffs commander or something similar due to the oddness of the same soldiers, etc. now, i think this is a curious connection and i just wanted to put it out there. perhaps like amelie x higgs and the 'madness' this bb x neil is seemingly 'disturbing him' as he shakes his head oddly. also his soldiers have a sort of ludens-esque 'skull face', much like higgs golden face mask later.

Higgs does harken back to his original design which i hope is shifted forward to help fit the 'out of ' order timeline/plot were sort of seeing. so perhaps him and lou on the beach or just in general a baby. It seems to be more in line with his white make up face. You can also see in the top left initial design he appears to have longer blong hair, maybe bangs? and has had a neck lace of sorts since the beginning of 'his concept'.

i'm thrilled to see them going back to their more original designs. they spoke about how in ds1 they needed them to be less fleshed out to make them more scary. now that people have seen ds1 they can go more in depth and flesh them out as bts are more background to plot now. the top right resembles what we say young tarman seeming to view?

we saw a 1 to 1 of this from mama's concept bb mobile in the art book in the ds2 trailer.

still mother original concept art vs mothers what appears a similar lighting situation. and a young sam maybe bridges i looking at a blanketed body but no pregnancy i dont think. i actually think this could be higgs somehow or someone similar that we know but dont realize. it looks very coffin like.

these i think are important. they were supposed to be the last cut scene of the game but they didn't use it. you have a bb 'as the world', bridget, a melie esque one, and then a sickly/stillmother nursing gown. but they are also very higgs esque and now tomorrow esque with the chiral tears and face paint.

while i am so pro dad! higgs or him raising her on the beach if it's lou, i am also keen on her coming into her powers like he did, suddenly and without much control. in the game he is called king midas and said to have a golden death mask . tomorrow comes out of the 'egg' with a gold facemask of sorts, and the matching make up. i also know the king midas lore includes him having a daughter that he cannot touch/kills with his golden touch and then ofc the one where king midas starves to death because he can't eat, everything is gold when he bites it....

#death stranding #death stranding 2 #theories #spoilers #elle fanning #troy baker #hideo kojima #higgs monaghan #tomorrow

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empressgeekt · 4 months ago

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Trolls - Accidental Knight and Lost Princess of Rock (A combo au of FoF and Reverse Rock Sibblings)

Okay. Reverse Rock Sibblings is an au by @rocksibblingsau it's basically a reverse of their main au where Branch was kidnapped by Barb as a kid and raised in the rock tribe, highly recommend this au and that everyone should go read their fic (link). The reverse au is one where Barb got trapped in Pop territory and she and Branch just end up living in the bunker together, because their both misfits in the eyes of Pop village. This post is my attempt at combinding this au with my au Field of Forgetmenots (with a little influence of my BB au), which is a Keith and Branch Brother's au, so we're about to start an adventure of a heavily Khaotic trio of adopted siBBlings.

The au begins with Barb on a supply trip with her father, it's peaceful at first, however their Angler bus accidentally disturbs a Briar Wolf den. In the chaos of the predator attack, Barb got hit from one of the wolf's paws, would be thrown to the brush, and knocked out. A very young Branch was out collecting herbs when this happened and he watches in mute horror as the Wolves rip the bus apart, the occupants screaming for their lives. He sees Barb get thrown and uses his hair to pull her away from the danger. He's a little surprised at her appearance, colors dulled and with a crazy hair cut, but he wasn't going to leave her to bleed out from the claw wound on her side. So, her drags her back to the village and asks for help. For once the adults listen to him about a wolf attack, cause well there's a bleeding teenager on the ground. Dr. Moonbloom patches Barb up and Peppy leads an expedition to see if anyone else survives. No one else was found other then Bloodstains on the ground.

Barb wakes up in the healing pod and she is thrown off by all of the color around her. She is horrified to discover that Pop trolls had kidnapped her. Though, she doesn't say anything about her panic, she would not be weak infront of Pop trolls. When the king comes to talk to her, she listens to his words and realizes...they don't recognize that she's a rock troll...Well King Peppy does but he askes her to keep it hidden, because the last thing the tribe needs is for other trolls to track them down and lead Giants to them. Barb bulldozes passed that whole thing and askes for her Dad, and is devestated when Peppy tells her that no one else survived the wolf attack. Barb half listens, as Peppy asks her age, explains they'll get her a foster family until she's grown and that she's welcome in the village as long as she doesn't tell anyone about the tribes. Barb half heartedly agrees, feeling heavy grief for her father. She doesn't tell Peppy about being the Rock princess.

Until a foster family is found Barb stays with Peppy after being released from Dr. MoonBloom's care. It's miserable experience. Baby Poppy is like adult Poppy, just hyped up on sugar and lacking any sort of social awareness. So, Barb has to deal with this little child who is just so excited to have a "Foster sister", all while Barb is mourning her father. She just wants to be left alone to be sad, but Poppy doesn't get it so is constantly trying to Cheer Barb up. Cooper (I headcanon Peppy took him in), is a little better, the younger funk troll (really didn't tell your kid this Peppy?) is excitable but not to Poppy's point, not to mention really clumsy. Barb finds little amusement in watching all of the tumbling Cooper does. However, She still can't wait for a foster family, just so she can get away from this hypocritical king and his daughter.

Things don't get much better with a foster family. They keep trying to make her "normal", act happy, wear bright colors, eat a lot of sugar. and make her sing, but they get upset at her when she sings, because her voice is too rough and raspy for most pop songs. She does manage to get her hands on a guitar, but its acoustic and way too expensive so she can't break it on a whim and expect a new one. She fights with her foster siblings, and apparently she gets in trouble for it since pop trollings don't brawl with their peers. Pretty much she can't wait until she's grown up enough to get out of the hell hole of the foster system. Until one day Peppy brings over another foster kid, with a strained smile, the one and only little Branch. Barb is a little surprised to see a dulled pop troll, but she immediately picks up on how he doesn't want to interact with the family. The parents don't notice but the other kids pick on him, and Barb can't stand it. For the first time someone stood up for the grey troll. and Barb doesn't stop there. After a few days, she notices that Branch would run off on his own for hours at a time, only coming back to the foster house for dinner and bed. Since no one else would do anything about a literal kid running off into the woods, a forest that Barb knew was full of predators, she decided to follow him one day. Found out all about the bunker, Branch's plans and decides to help.

Branch is very confused about Barb at first. In the beginning he just thought she was repaying him for finding her, and when he brought it up he's shock to learn that she had no idea that he found her. "Why do you want to help me then?" "'Cause you're the only sane person here." And she really does believe that, Branch is the only person who seems to give a crap about protecting himself, the entire village is up in the trees so predator's on the ground don't bother them as much, but it felt like no one was taking safety into account. Branch was the only one, and he was just a kid. Barb wasn't going to leave the younger trolling alone, besides, he was more like the trolls back home, a comfort to her in this strange colorful world.

Once Barb out grows the Foster system, she signs up to take Branch on as a young brother and they two of them work on the bunker and live in the woods. Barb prefers this to the village as Rock trolls burrowed rather then built pods. They grow up together as misfit brother and sister. Barb opens up to Branch about her tribe and their traditions. Branch tells Barb about his brothers and grandmother (after nightmares). There lives have ups and downs. Forest life is hard. Barb can take harder hits and heat, but she can't climb well and practically goes into a hibernate state when winter rolls around. Branch is more resourceful, and practically built for the woods, but has a hard time asking for help. They teach each other things, Branch teaches Barb about the Bergens, and Barb in turn teaches him self defenses (she was royalty no way she wasn't taught a little hand to hand).

They're adults by the time that a new player enters the picture one winter. A little mossy green trolling, who's also a little bit of an outsider, starts to follow Branch after an interaction between the two at the market. Barb finds it hilarious. It's like Branch is a mama critter with a Lil baby trailing behind him all the time. Despite his sister's support of a literal child following them into the middle of a dangerous forest, branch tries to keep keith at a distance at first...until an almost gruesome run in with a squirrel. After that he and Barb vow to teach their new little Stalker all about the forest and survival. From winter to summer they see keith almost every day and form a trio of khaos sibblings. A relationship that goes from honorary to legally after Keith dad died in a mining accident. Barb and Branch fight hard to get the trollings custody as they know keith would not have a good time in the foster system. Peppy begrudgingly allows them to keep keith.

A year passes, they all heal and bond. Barb know what it's like to loose a dad so she helps keith through his grief. The whole process is very healing for all three. Barb and Branch let go of their self blame for the deaths/abandonment of their familes (Barb her dad, and Branch his Grandmother specifically) because they don't want Keith to copy them and feel like he's responsible for his dad's death. Overall the Bunker is a full house with two adults and a trolling. Keith knows all about his new brother and sister. Barb has no need to hide what makes her different from Keith, the kid can keep a secret. The trolling stumble on to pictures of Branch's brothers, so the grey troll has to explain that whole bucket of worms.

Keith's birthday rolls around, and Barb and Branch go as far out as they can. A small slumber party with Keith's close friends. The trolling had been working on a story about a knight, so Branch plans to dress up as the character as a birthday surprise. Much to his sister amusement. "You look like a DnD character" "I don't even know what that is...."

Long story short, Branch fends off a wolf in costume and suddenly is named the new hero of the village without anyone noticing he's the grey outsider. After this Branch is panicking over this sudden attention on him as a Hero, because Princess Poppy is out feverously searching the village for his real identity. Barb and Keith think Branch is over reacting and that their brother deserves a little recognition for protecting the village all these years. So they team up and set up a meeting between Poppy and the "Forest Guardian", convincing Branch to go through with it, as this way the village might finally listen to them about the whole predator issue. This plan works infuriatingly well, and the village makes some changes for the safer and Knighting Branch, Barb and Keith gave Poppy that idea, and get the two on the dance floor during the formal after party (They both know Branch is a sucker for the Princess and will play matchmaker until successful).

When the 20th Freedom Anniversy rolls around. Keith is out playing with CJ in her pod, Branch is hunkered down in the bunker after foraging. Barb stayed out a little later wanting some cinnamon bark to cook dinner with, and while traveling home she gets too close to the party just as the Chef shows up. Being brave and stupid, she helps the others escape but is snatched up with the rest of the snack pack. Poppy and Keith meet up while running to the bunker and she tells him about Barb being grabbed.

Branch is horrofiyed when Poppy tells him everything. Clinging to Keith holding back a mountain of emotions and truama. He almost says yes when Poppy askes him to come but he stops himself, claiming that "Barb was grabbed, no troll comes back after being Grabbed." Poppy groans and grips about how Forest Guardian didn't come to save them. This does not help.

B: Poppy he was probably looking out for predators, you know the parties attract them.

P: It did! A bergen came and he didn't defend us!

B: What do you honestly expect him to do against a bergen! A bergen and a wolf are two completely different things.

Deep down, Branch wasn't going to give up on his sister. After Poppy stuffs the village in the bunker. Branch suits up and leaves through the tunnels that connect the Bunker to the rest of the territory. He bids Keith goodbye, leaving the leaf vest with the trolling. He and Poppy meet up in the forest same old same old.

Barb meanwhile is scared out of her mind, but she doesn't want to show it so she just seems angry to everyone. Cursing up a storm, it shocks everyone Bergens included. Even Chef isn't sure what's wrong with Barb, she knows the rock troll isn't Grey with how bright her hair is, but trolls were never this violent. When she tries to reach into the cage to grab Creek, Barb bites her hand. Chef slapps her into the floor before stuffing her back in, and still takes Creek.

Barb has to resist wrapping her baby brother in a hug when Branch and Poppy finally get to the cage. Branch is dressed as the guardian and she can't reveal his identy. Both Sibblings are not at all impressed with the whole "Date to get Creek back" plan. First off, their not fond of him. Branch for obvious reasons, and Barb because he treated her brothers like shit. Second, how the F*ck is this even going to work? Talk the king into his bedroom? Into his stomach? That's some freaky stuff neither of them need to see. Still, they know the only way to get home back to the Keith is to speed this up as long as they can. Branch and Barb snap Bridget out of her stupor, and they get to work. Barb is just trying not to throw up through the whole mission, cause this is worse then any cheesy rom-com.

Barb threatens to kill Creek like the scoundrel he is when he betrays them, and once in the pot she's right by Branch's side as they try to escape. Keith runs into her arms once the rest of the village is captured, and the sight of his brother and sister grey forces Branch to start singing. Hence ture color's seen, and the song, despite being pop, is the most beautiful one Barb has ever heard.

When confronting the Bergen king head on, and the Chef begins to lose it. She doesn't reach for Branch or Poppy to force feed to Gristle, she reaches for Barb. Dulled colors or not, the rock troll had been the one to piss off the Chef the most. Branch does not let her get snatched, and stabs the Chef's hand just as she was going to Grab his sister. In retalliation, the Chef swipes at Branch with her knife, severely wounding him...and putting him into a coma.

Barb is left scrambling. She's torn between the baby brother in the hospital, the baby brother at home, and all of the village finally coming to their senses and caring about Branch now. They send way too many flowers and thank you gifts. Poppy is a blessing, she's able to run point with the village so Barb can handle her family. Especially, when Branch is actually awake and needs to get used to missing an eye.

When it comes to the formation of the forest guard Barb is a drill sergeant, whipping people into shape for proper protectors, and serves as Branch's second. She'd love to teach them power chords however King Peppy bans it quietly, not wanting Rock practices in the village.

Well, that changes with in a year. With King Thrash's health in fast decline and no apparent Heir in sight, the Rock tribe start looking as possible candidates to take over, and give them trial periods before selecting someone to coronate. Val Thundershock was a strong contender and she has plan to get revenge on the Pop trolls. Its a known fact that Princess was lost in an attack on the there transport, the tribe had known for years, what the had only learned recently however was that it was in the Pop trolls territory that she was lost. There's no doubt in Val's mind they sent the wolves and killed her friend. And the WorldTour begins.

When the letter gets sent to the village Peppy has to finally come clean about the other tribes, Barb smiles through out the whole explanation, until Peppy says it was in fight that split up the tribes.

Barb: Okay, King dude I'm gonna stop you right there, it was not infighting that caused the Split. The tribes seperated because Pop turned on the others and wiped them out.

Peppy: Well Barb I'm afraid you're mistaken, that's not what our scrapbooks said.

Barb: You're scrap books are wrong. I have known this story for as long as I can remember, and it was not the meagre disagreement. It was a full on war, one that didn't end until King Axl Rose of the Rock Tribe and his army stood up to the pop tribe in a final fight, killing the king of disco, and allowing the other tribes a chance to flee.

Poppy: Barb how do you know about this?

Barb: Because I am a Rock troll.

Things escalate after that, Poppy takes it as good news, this giant party is a chance for Barb to re-connect with her people. And while she did, expect her dad and Branch to be a little cautious, she did not expect Barb to tell her that this was not a party invite. Barb tries to explain that Rock had been bitter to Pop, and some to the other tribes, due to how many losses they had in the war, and this was in no way and actual party. Poppy doesn't listen...and Barb and Branch join her on the mission, with Keith as a stoaway.

Branch picks up on something going on with his sister and askes if she's okay. Barb's conflicted through out the trip, for years she dreamed of going home to her dad (if he was still alive), but now she isn't so sure, for all of the problems they had with the village it's become home after so long. Not to mention the whole request for the string feels off to her, like why would Val want that? It's giving her ancient pop tribe vibes and she doesn't like to think her people could fall so far. Symphonyville just puts everything in perspective, the amount of damage that Rock music can cause. Poppy doesn't want to go home just yet.

On the trip to country territory, Branch asks Barb all she knows about Rock tactics and weaponry, and she does her best, she was trained in war when she was younger, but technology and practices can change over the years she's been gone. Keith wants to hear some Rock music so he'll know if he's in danger or not. That kind of breaks Barb's heart, she knows Keith didn't mean to be offensive he's just a scared kid after all, but that's still her music.

Barb and Branch plug up Poppy's attempts for a medley. "Pop-squeak, what you are doing is literally the reason the Split happened in the first place."

They talk to Delta, but they don't get anywhere in terms of help. As they leave Hickory trotts up offing them a ride to funk territory. Poppy agrees, however before Branch can objest Barb walks up and pulls on hickory's "tail" (dickory's hair) and rips the brother in the back out of the costume. "Val sent Bounty hunters after us." After some convincing, Hickory and Dickory join up, they just want to save their music, and as soon as Barb proves she is the lost princess of the Rock Tribe, their more inclined to follow her, since she doesn't want a war and is technically next in line. And from them Barb learns that her dad is still alive, but has been loosing his mind recently. Keith cuddles her that night to make her feel better, he knows what it's like to lose a dad.

Chaz does try to attack them in the middle of the night, but the smooth jazz troll doesn't get Far. Barb it quick to the draw with her guitar, acoustic or not, she gives in to her instincts for the first time in years, and a power chord blasts Chaz away. She's not losing her brothers.

Meeting Cooper at Vibe city...explains a lot...when Rock attacks Barb and Keith end up in a bubble with Hickory and Dickory, when they land the only find Poppy, having been captured by Chaz and Val. Branch is nowhere in sight, but as much as it pains Barb she can't go looking for him. Val has gotten all the strings, they need to act now. Barb is in no way the planner Branch is, but she picked up a few things, with the help of Hickory and Dickory, they sneak into Volcano Rock City and kidnap one Billy Reverb. Barb remembered his name from one of the roasters of "Upcoming Stars" Her dad used to read, as though trolls could be assists in time of war. Billy is a little tick at first (they stuffed him in a bag), but agrees, when Barb points out how if they let Val do whatever she was planning they wouldn't be any better then the ancient pop trolls, Billy agrees to help and He gets the rest of bad hair day involved, along with a troll he used to tutor named Demo. He gives Barb one of his guitars, and they crash the concert...and when did the snack pack get there?

As soon as Barb sees the glowing guitar strings, she knows that Val is planning. It was supposed to be a myth, but here she was about to witness and Ultimate power chord, that was being pointed straight at her future-sister-in-law, she's about to jump in when a book comes flying out of nowhere smacking Val in the face. Her first baby brother coming to save the day...until... he jumps...it's the chef all over again, only this time he isn't bloodied, he's completely transformed. Had Barb ever envisioned Branch as a Rock Troll? Yes, but never like this. He was still Branch, not a hollow husk. She does jump on stage after this, Val will never do that to anyone else on her watch.

Val and the crowd doesn't believe that Barb is the lost princess at first, but once she and Val get into a duel on stage, there's no questioning her skills. Billy and Bad Hair Day protect the crowd from the blasts, while Demo and Keith sneak to Poppy and set her free. Poppy runs to stop the fighting, and un the chaos the strings are broken. It all goes silent and Val tries to blame it on Pop, but Barb is having none of it, and tells the purple rock troll to shut it, before checking up on Branch who is just coming too. Just sing starts with the funk twins, and Barb joins them with a pluck of her strings and Branch starts singing....Peace is restored, however Barb does not claim the throne, she doesn't want to be queen, but Val is not given the crown, Rather Billy is the one selected, due to his bravery and leadership he presented at the concert.

Barb is reunited with her Dad, and Thrash is in a moment of clarity when this happens. It's a very tearful affair, and Barb takes the chance to introduce Branch and Keith to her dad, who is very sweet to them for as long as he can. When trollstopia is completed, Thrash is moved to a permanent care facility there, so he can be close to his children.

When Bridget and Gristle's wedding happens, Barb is in attendance, she's working major security, so Branch can focus on his Best Man duties, all of the bounty hunters (except Chaz), came to work in the guard since it's similar in nature to hunting, btu far more stable. Barb has faith in her soldiers, but somehow one John Dory manages to slip through the cracks, and no no no no, this child abandoner does not get to do this now. Barb shoots him with a trank dart, and arrests him, before he gets to far. She grabs Branch after the ceremony and takes him to deal with the intruder.

John wakes up before the Ceremony is over, and the poor bounty hunters had to deal with him throwing his status around as a Brozone member. Branch refused to take off his mask or reveal his idenity until John remember's his actual name. Only to get outed by Poppy and Keith walking into the room. Que Identy reveal and John suddenly has to deal with two very protective siblings. Though out the trip, Barb doesn't stop correcting John about Branch's name and Keith is right with her.

Vacay Island is a cool place and Barb was already planning to take a more relaxed trip there with her brothers and father when this was all over. She laughs at Bruce for mistaking Keith for Branch's son, and then gives the purple-haired troll a rather firm hand shake. And while she doesn't want to associate herself with the brothers, she is open to being an aunt to all of Bruce's hellions. She tries to not be effected by Branch slipping back into old habits during the practice performance, but some part of her can't help but worry that Branch is forgiving them to easily. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop after that.

The puttputt trolls put her on edge, cause goodness these guys need therapy. They were like baby branch on steroids and no emotional support. Clay gets on her nerves even more than John since while oblivious most of the time, the eldest wilted a little whenever she took a jab at him for leaving, and Bruce straight up looked guilty, Clay just gets defensive and argue's with her. Claiming that Barb doesn't know anything about what happened. Seemingly missing that Barb doesn't care what went down between the brothers, she wants them own up what they did to her brother.

When Viva tries to get them to stay at the golf course against their will. Branch pulls out a bow and Barb takes down the trolls trying to hold them in place, while Keith slipped away and opened the door. Everyone but poppy is shocked by their sudden violence, but they don't get to question it until they get back to Rhonda. "We work in military you babies!" Barb actually comforts Poppy, saying that she was right to leave, Being a big sister doesn't mean controlling your young sibling's life and while she feels for Viva, that was too far. Maybe later they can rebuild something, but that wasn't the way to do it. John over hears this.

Practice goes the same, though Barb steps in with the whole outfit thing, after all, they need their voices in harmony not their outfits. John doesn't back off until Barb asks if this is a kink for him and he shuts up and doesn't even try to get keith to fill in that roll. It's very hard for her to not lash out, when the tension rises after all, she and Branch agreed their would be no Scream fighting infront of Keith, so she's cradling the trolling, when she screams at them to shut up, exclaiming no wonder you broke up, "Ya'll don't give a Sh*t about each other!" To which Clay responsed, "Oh what Like you know how we should treat each other? You're not even real family!"

And Branch snaps. Yell at him, it hurts, and he should stand up for himself more, but no one screams at his big sister and baby brother. Branch starts ranting about everything he had to go through because of them, and he's done paying for their dreams with his deep love for them! Ripping off his mask to show them the eye he gave up for family...but not for them...for someone who appreciated it everyday, because Barb begged for him to live, not sing for her, live as he is. "Barb and Keith are more family then any of you!"

They all leave (Barb Keith, Branch and Poppy), and at first they don't even want to go save Floyd. The other three hadn't changed what was the point of getting the liar out of trouble. However, Keith doesn't think Hero's leave behind people in trouble, and the forest guardian is his hero. The little trolling's faith is the thing that gets them moving. However they would not trust the perfect family harmony to save them. Poppy calls in Cooper for back up as the Funk Trolls 100% have a way to cut gemstones.

Barb holds off on her jabs with Floyd only because this man looks bad. Like half dead vibes, it makes her father look like a spring daisy. Doesn't mean she's sunshine and rainbows to him though. Branch isn't either, with his nerves shot from the experience with the other three. When they see that Velvet and Veneer have captured the other brothers, Barb, Keith and Branch just shared exhausted sighs. Because of course this had to happen. They free Rhonda and confront the Twins, que car chase.

Barb is at the wheel since she has the most experience with driving, and she is far more aggressive with Tiny catching up to the Twins' ride much faster then expected. Keith holds them steady, as Barb climbs onto RHonda's roof, and starts to pelt the twins with power chord, trying to keep them distracted, while Branch tries to sneakily free his bothersome family. It doesn't work, and Keith loses control, sending Rhonda flying off of the road. The armadillo Bus is thankfully caught by Bridget and gristle, while Barb is saved by a locks of golden hair. Viva catches her and pulls her back to safety. Both groups of sibling reunite with hugs on board of Rhonda. Barb gives Viva a proud smile to see how much the pink blonde had grown in terms of older sibling hood.

Through out all of this John Dory is a mess. Ever since the fight, where Branch rightfully so, ripped them to shreds. He has been replaying all the words his baby brother screamed, and what he had over heard Barb say to poppy earlier. New perspective in mind, he knows he has to apologize for being just like that to his younger brothers, but first he has to make it out of this. Watching as Branch and the others battled the twins (which was crazy! taking on two giants hand to hand), until eventually he, bruce, and clay were free was just another nail in the coffin of how much Branch had grown up. Floyd is on his death bed, and he just breaks down in the group as Velvet announces an encore. His apology is bluppered and not put together well but the feeling is there, "It's a long story, everything that happened, and I'm sorry that hurt all of you. But please, just for a minute can we all put everything aside for the sake of our brother who needs us. I don't need us to be perfect, i just need us to try, cause if we don't..."

Barb surprisingly is the first to step forward with the harmony, playing a melody on her guitar, an old lullaby that her dad used to sing, and that she in turn sung to Branch and Keith. The piece predates the split, and never really belonged to any tribe, so the brothers recognize it. By some miracle, the PFH is pulled off and the Twins are arrested, by then the funk trolls show up and they are pulled into the ship and Floyd is brought to the hospital wing.

The rest of the au is basically, the brothers having to deal with Floyd's recovery and trying to bond with Branch, plus Keith and Barb, since the three are a complete package. Eventually ending at Keith's ninth birthday party where differences are settled and the family is united, with a fresh start.

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