#and i'm pretty sure ash will have been in on another team already

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Critty actually had a full roster last night, so I got to watch them prog R4, and let me tell you, R4 is going to absolutely murder my computer since every boss has huge visual tells for the mechanics and huge graphical “you are now getting your shit obliterated” mechanics, but it looks very fun. Though if I ever need to dps it, I am probably going to have to learn to play a ranged spec better than “trash” (I can kind of faceroll some of the ‘slinger/sniper specs, and I’m kinda picking back up facerolling the sorc/sage specs, but I have never even tried to play merc/commando dps).

The person streaming didn’t have the quest for the storyline, so those of us watching didn’t get any of the dialogue/cutscenes for what’s actually going on (which is fine, I’m kind of excited to see that for myself, but still mad I need to run like 20+ more toons through Dxun to get them eligible for the mission, I do at least have it on 3 of them lol).

Tons of opportunities to fall to your death, to get lost, to get stuck in weird things. 10/10 environment.

Thoughts on the fights, from what I saw on stream:

First boss didn’t seem too complicated, but there’s definitely a benefit to having some strong rdps, and I’m worried about what my lag is gonna be like with all of the animations. I’m glad that the symbols to break the shields have different colors and shapes, so it’s at least a little more accessible (although it was funny to watch the stream chat yelling about “it’s not an octagon you idiot, it’s a hexagon). All of the mechanics are pretty clearly telegraphed (and it’s very “I warned you I was gonna do that, if you didn’t move out of it, it’s your fault you’re dead”), it’s immediately apparently which terminals you need to click in order to break the shields. The boss’s cast in the final phase is probably a dps check - beat it or you’re dead.

Second boss looked like it had some elements of the Ancient Guardian Droid from Nathema (not just in the design of the boss itself, but in the mechanics for the tank), but again, I’m worried for what my lag will do. Looked like some opportunities to blow each other up if a pull is going badly. This fight is all about positioning, because you need to keep certain circles and get the fuck out of others. Probably a good idea to stack on pull to keep the field clear of the first missile launch. There’s some fun red light/green light bullshit where if you’re a certain color and you move, you die. Then there’s a point where the tank has to hide behind someone who has the opposite color of the beam the boss is charging at them (it looks to me like hiding behind the Hunter Probe during the Nathema guard dog fight) in order to not take any damage, but at least in SM, it can almost entirely be mitigated by a sorc bubble if no one gets there in time. I couldn’t hear all of the ARIA dialogue during the fight, but it sounded like she was giving pretty good directions.

Hell Hallway is a bit like the hallway in the Seeker Droid final mission where you’re trying to do the batteries for the generator/bomb thingy and the enemies keep coming and it’s easy to get overwhelmed, only it’s Worse and Red, but you can Divide and Conquer for clicking the panels, kill the big glowy thing that is attracting more of them, and ez peazy. (everyone re-spec’d to dot spread for the Hallway, and even with Shatter Burst getting nerfed, they just smashed the bajesus out of everything; sidenote, now that Shatter Burst has been nerfed, I’m wondering if I can keep up with juggs on lethality on trash...).

Third boss looked kind of like if Tyrans took a lot of drugs? I talked with one of them for a really long time about ways the mechanics could better be controlled (based on what I saw on stream that he hadn’t seen from his pov and what seemed reasonable to be able to do because of one of the achievements for the fight). It seemed to me like the group can somewhat control where the rot is appearing/hardening to ensure they have more of the field still available (and to keep the corners clear for the achievement). We also talked about, but they didn’t try, whether or not the Fire Probes can be moved by friendly movement abilities like the PT/Vanguard tank grapple and sorc/sage pull, to reposition them rather than waiting for them to doot along into a good position (I feel like they have to be, because they move so slowly, and you can’t just wait for them).

They ended up not clearing third boss, so I haven’t actually seen last boss.

[n0v4t33z]

The Syndicate - Chapter 4: Becoming The Ashes

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), mentions death and acts of violence

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After I finish helping Hongjoong it was already pretty late but San was still gone in his office. Unfortunately I'm so tired from the rollercoaster of emotions I felt today, that I walk to the guest room not even bothering to explore this whole building by myself without anyone’s watchful eye. So when I enter my room I take off my leather jacket and begin to get ready for bed. Then there was a small knock at the door and to my pleasant surprise it was San.

WIthout another second to waste I walk over to him and hug him, burying my face in his chest while he gently cradles the back of my head. “I missed you.” I say in a hushed tone then he chuckles a bit gently pulling back from me enough to be able to kiss the top of my head and look down to meet my eyes clearly being able to see his dimpled smile “You know you could have just gone into my office right?” I rest my head on his chest again listening to his calming heartbeat “I didn’t want to bother you, besides I’m sure everyone else would think it’s weird if I go in there a lot.” He lifts my chin to look up at him and gently kisses my forehead. “Well, you're very sweet trying to keep that in mind. It’s going to be hard not to make it obvious.” He buries his face in my neck and I feel his warm, breathing while I gently run my fingers through his soft black hair then I say in a soft voice “It’s okay Sannie, I'll wait.” He jerks his head back and looks at me with a huge smile on his face “You called me Sannie…” Slightly puzzled I nod “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that weird?” He rests his forehead on mine and gently caresses my cheeks with his thumb “No, I like it. It’s cute.” My heart, it’s racing again. A flush creeps up my cheeks and I look away then San slowly turns my face back in his direction and kisses me. He slithers his hand around my waist and pulls back just enough to talk. “Look at me, I love you. Don’t forget that.” My lips slightly part in shock. He what? Is he joking right now? “I-” I pause for a few seconds then sigh “Please don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.” San furrows his brows and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear “I do mean it, my heart is telling me. See?” He grabs my hand and puts it on his chest over where his heart is, I feel his heart racing now. I look back up at him slightly shocked. San smiles showing me his cute dimples again knowing full well it’s my weakness. “Now you know I wasn’t lying.” I know he’s already my boyfriend but what? I caused someone to feel that way? For once it wasn’t one sided and someone finally feels happy to see me. I thought he was joking, you can't just fake your heart racing for someone. Those feelings are something you just can't fake. San gently kisses my forehead “Hm, you should get ready for bed it’s pretty late.” I nod and gently poke his chest “You’re right, you kind of did interrupt my nightly routine.” He chuckles and ruffles my hair “Yeah, but I know you were secretly hoping I did.” I gently bite my lip stifling a laugh and playfully smack his arm.

When I'm done I notice San laying in bed. Now, I don’t know why but seeing him like this makes me kind of nervous. I know I've laid down lots of times with him but only as friends. So when I walk over to him and awkwardly sit next to him he glances over at me and furrows his brows “What’s wrong?” I shake my head and I force a smile “Nothing, I’m just not used to us you know?” He gives me a comforting smile and pulls me over to him so I’m laying next to him with my head on his chest “It’s okay don’t worry. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.” I wrap my arms around his waist and stare off into the distance and a few moments later San begins to sing while gently running his fingers through my hair. The rest of the time we don't speak, we just lay there in each other's arms while his soothing lullabies leave my eyelids feeling heavy until eventually i give in and fall asleep.

In the morning when I wake up I notice San was gone, it almost feels like laying there with him was almost a dream. I sit up on my bed for a few minutes trying to fully wake up then I get up and change out of my sleepwear. When I walk down to the lounge and prepare myself a cup of coffee, I notice it was awfully silent. Hmm i haven’t seen anyone since I woke up, weird. I sit down and turn the TV on and while I was watching some random talk show a breaking news announcement comes on. A male news anchor was standing in front of what seemed like an alleyway “This is Peter Davis and I am now bringing you breaking news from Ulwood’s southside, It appears Detective y/n (Y/LN) has been found dead. She was found earlier this morning at around 7:45 am and so far the police have announced Aurora Syndicate as prime suspects for the detective's murder. As most of you all may recall the young female Detective went missing about a month and a half ago outside her home in Lulens a few minutes away from Ulwood.” My stomach drops, I quickly turn the TV off and I walk over to the sink feeling sick. I’m officially dead, there’s no going back now. It’s set in stone. The more I think about how that girl must have looked and felt like makes my body run cold and I feel physically sick to the point I puke up the little coffee I had. I hurriedly rinse my mouth with some water and sit back down on the lounge seat. I cover my face with my hands and quietly mutter to myself “My god, what have I done. An innocent woman died all because I was selfish enough not wanting to deal with the consequences.” I thought I was going to feel relived but I don't. At least not knowing someone else paid with their life, I took something from them that I had no right taking.

A few minutes later a distance I hear commotion down the hallway. I lift my head up and hurriedly grab the mug of coffee I had and pretend to drink what was left of it until I see San, Yunho, and Wooyoung come into the room laughing and smiling then I hear San say “Hey, y/n good morning you’re up early.” I fake a smile and give them a small wave with my free hand “Good morning.” Wooyoung coldly glances at me while San sits next to me and Yunho walks over to the refrigerator and pours himself some orange juice “Guess what y/n?” I look over to Yunho and manage to let out a small hum San then says “Well, they found “you”. You’re officially dead so they won’t look for you anymore.” I slightly raise my eyebrows and say in a flat tone “Wow, that happened fast.” San smiles “Well you’re top priority, we couldn’t afford to miss out on how valuable you are to us now.” Wooyoung sneers “San are you okay? Are you sick?” San looks over at him and tilts his head “I'm fine, why?” Wooyoung shrugs and says “I don’t know seeing you smile like that over a cop you barely even know is really weird.” San's gaze darkens almost like he's upset Wooyoung's ruined the mood with his snide comment. He walks over to Wooyoung “It’s actually not. Considering her and I are very close now. We need her help more than ever to get that bastard back for what he did to my father.” Wooyoung smirks and gently pats San’s back nervously trying to calm him down. “Okay calm down, I was just joking.” Unmoved with Wooyoung's "joke" San stares straight into Wooyoung's eyes "Do I look like I'm laughing?" Yunho looks over at San and Wooyoung then walks over between both of them and puts his arms around both of their necks “How about we celebrate later yeah?” San pulls back slightly shoving Wooyoung away from him "Not now, I'll be in my office if anyone needs me." He walks away silently leaving the kitchen clearly upset. Yunho awkwardly coughs and mutters under his breath “Maybe not.” He looks over to me “He’ll be okay, Wooyoung and San tend to bicker sometimes.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes and walks out of the lounge where he bumps into Seonghwa who was walking in, he quickly turns and looks at Wooyoung and says “Excuse me?” He looks over at me and Yunho with a puzzled expression and mouths “What’s up with him?” Yunho then lets out a chuckle and says “Oh, you know San and Wooyoung bickering.”

Seonghwa walks over to the counter and makes himself a hot chocolate while talking to Yunho, a few minutes later he sits on the other side of the lounge seat next to me while holding his mug on one hand and says “Hey, you’re quiet is everything okay?” I nod then I set my mug on the ground “Yeah, I’m fine why?” Seonghwa looks over at me examining my facial expression then says “Oh, just asking. You’re usually not this quiet.” I blankly stare at the ground for a few seconds until I finally decide to speak “I feel terrible.” Yunho gives me a concerned look “About what?” Suddenly Yunho’s radio goes off “Yunho, come down here I need you to go run a quick errand for me.” Yunho drops his head and sighs, he then lifts his head up again and speaks into his radio “I’ll be right there.” He gets up, pats my head and says “I’m so sorry I have to go, tell me all about it later okay?” He leaves me and Seonghwa alone to which he says in a soft voice “Go on, I’m here.” I stare at the ground for what seemed an eternity again then I manage to say “I feel horrible about that innocent girl’s death to the point I physically feel sick.” Seonghwa clicks his tongue and sets his mug on the table next to him “You want me to tell you something?” I look over and softly hum he then says in a very serious tone “That girl wasn’t innocent. She was a liar and a murderer that almost got some of us killed at one point. Echo Kyrian.” I cover my mouth with my hand. That name sounds awfully familiar. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. “I’ve heard of her.” He nods then leans back in his seat onto the wall “I figured. She was the one who organized a shootout on Locust Street, which was our previous head quarters. That day we lost a lot of people that worked for us. Yeosang, and Mingi got severely injured but luckily they both pulled through. The reason this all even started was because she lied about having insight on Lee since she also worked for The Obsidian Dragon later we found out she was a lower level worker so she never even met him at all. For months she mocked San about the loss of all the people that worked for us, unfortunately she was also asking San to pay up or his inner circle was next to be destroyed." Bingo, that's where I've heard of her, she's well known for extortion. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about now. Wow, I didn't know about all of that though. I guess you guys did what the police couldn’t." He silently nods then I gently pat his shoulder "Well it's over with, she's gone now don't worry. I’m glad she’s out of you guys’ way" He smiles then gently pats my hand on his shoulder "It should be you who should be happy, you're free now." Free, all at the cost of another wretched life. "You’re right, thank you." He pulls his hand away and grabs his mug again "Of course, but the main person you should be thanking is San not me. I just followed orders. Besides I've seen how much he cares about you and that’s a rare occurrence coming from him. You should go talk to him so he could get over that little argument he had with Wooyoung. He did say you guys are close friends now so he should be really happy seeing you check up on him." I pick up my mug off of the floor and walk to the sink to rinse it out. “I’ll do that, I want to at least thank him since I didn’t get to earlier.”

I head over to San’s office and try to open the door but it was locked. I sigh and I knock on the door “San, it’s Y/N. Please open up I just want to see you for a little bit.” A few seconds later I hear the door unlock, immediately after he opens the door I hug him tightly. Completely in shock he hugs me back and gently pats the back of my head and says “Oh hey, you missed me didn’t you?” I pull back and brush my fingers through his soft black hair “Well, I came to thank you but yes. It was more like I also got worried seeing you storm off that way I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That and I also just wanted to thank you” I walk into his office and close the door behind me. Being here feels a bit weird because the last time I was in here I was basically San’s prisoner.

He smiles "Thank me? For what?" I reach out for his hand and lace his fingers between mine "Well, helping me shake everyone off my back by faking my death. It was very nice of you to have enough empathy to help me." He gently places his hand on my cheek, his cat like eyes examining my face. "There's no need to thank me angel eyes, of course I'm going to help you. Besides this will help us in the long run." He's right, at least now I don't have to sneak around the way I would have probably done if we just went with me being missing. I still feel for my family though, I can't imagine with how worried they are. Maybe one day when this ends I can maybe see them. I lean into his touch "Enough of me though, is everything okay? You seemed pretty upset with what Wooyoung said."

“I’m okay, it’s just Wooyoung can be a bit rude sometimes and it really pissed me off how he was just insinuating you’re untrustworthy when I know deep down that you’re not” He leads me to the seat in front of his desk, meanwhile he sits on the edge of his desk in front of my chair. I look over and notice San’s somewhat hurt expression mixed with anger. “It’s okay, it doesn’t phase me. Let him think that way, I’ll prove to him and everyone else who thinks otherwise. That’s what I did back at the station, I showed them.” A small smile appears on San’s lips “Alright then, in that case I’ll give you time to show off. I need a hit for someone, that’s if you’re ready.” I knew there had to be a catch, what a better way to show your loyalty than to get blood on your hands. Smart. I sigh and shove my hands under my legs. He reaches over to me and gently strokes my cheek and says in a soft voice “I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m giving you free will to do as you wish, you’re welcome to just stay here where you’re safe.” I look down gently biting the inside of my lip. I have to do this, not just to prove to everyone here I’m worth trusting but I’m going to make sure Captain Lee regrets ever having me “die” just to save himself. San pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear “Is everything okay?” I tightly press the cushion under my hand with my fingers “I’ll do it. Who’s the hit?” San gets off from his desk and walks over to the filing cabinet next to the bookcase behind him then comes back with a folder with the name “Ryu Moon” on it. I open the folder and I see a picture of the person, he looked to be in his late 20’s and looked like your typical spoiled rich kid. I read the file for a few minutes then San says “Can you do it?” I silently nod then I say almost inaudibly “Yeah, I can.” he turns to me with a serious look on his face “I’ll have Mingi go with you, just in case. Jongho will be your driver.” I nod then I clasp both my cold hands together trying to warm them up “ Okay so when is it?” San takes his glasses off and sets them on the table and rubs his eyes a bit “The weekend, you have about 4 days. I’m saying the weekend because he usually heads out to the club Friday nights.” Wow, such short notice but I see what he's trying to do. I get up from my chair and force a smile “Well, I’ll get to practicing then. I haven’t fired a gun in a while so I’m a bit rusty.” San pulls me over to him and says “I want to watch you practice, can I?” Way to go, I have spectator anxiety. I really don’t want to do terrible in front of him. Now that’ll be embarrassing, making an ass out of yourself in front of your mafia boss boyfriend. I thickly swallow and shrug “Sure, if you want to.” San gently kisses my forehead and grabs my hand leading me out of the door. He looks around again and looks back at me “Hey, follow me.” We both walk down all the way down to an underground shooting range.

As soon as I walk in I gasp at the amount of weapons on display. I walk over to inspect the weapons and some of them appear to be stolen due to the fact some of them are weapons used by the military and the police force. To start off I grab myself a small pistol and load it then I put on the protective ear muffs. While San stands a few yards behind me I stand at the booth then take aim, pull the trigger and to my horror I notice how I almost completely missed the target. Shit, just pretend he’s not there you can do it. Pretend you’re back at the station practicing and you’re showing off to Chris how well your accuracy is. I take a deep breath then I exhale trying to calm my nerves, I focus on my target then I pull the trigger again this time emptying the magazine of the gun. San smirks “Let’s go see how well you did.” We walk over and look at the target, for a few seconds he stands there and examines the target then he says “Aside from those first two shots, your accuracy is beautiful.” My ears warm up then I shyly look down and I say “Thank you, I promise I can do much better I'm just a bit rusty.” He reaches over and holds my hand “Do you want to continue practicing with this one or practice with something higher caliber?” Instantly I respond a little too excited “Higher caliber since I haven't practiced with one in a few months maybe about 3 or 4.” We walk back and look at all the higher caliber options while carefully looking at all the guns he picks one out in particular, he grabs the M24 (police rifle) and hands it over to me and says “I’m sure you’re familiar with this one right?” I nod “Yeah we were trained with these but we actually don’t use these anymore, they were replaced with a more enhanced version.” Impressed, San slightly raises his eyebrows then says “Hmm, that’s interesting. Should we go see your shooting abilities outside angel eyes?” Hesitantly I nod then I check that the safety is on the rifle and I sling it over my shoulders. San grabs a whole box of ammo and while walking outside I clench onto the rifle strap the whole time and follow behind San. My first time going outside in about a month and a half. How does San just trust me like this? A gun in my hands with his back facing me. Does he not know I could easily betray him if I wanted to? I know my life as a cop wasn’t guaranteed but San has blood on his hands from so many other mafia gangs who have a target on his head. So many would kill to be in my position right now, but unfortunately the more I've gotten to know him the less I want him to ever get hurt.

“We’re here.” I slightly squint due to the beaming sunlight, once my eyes adjust I look around and realize we’re in the middle of nowhere. Trees sprawled out everywhere with a heavy forest in the distance. San then points over and says “You see those targets over there? Try starting with the one closest to us.” I set up the gun at the edge of the building and while I focus on the target and I land the first shot but not a headshot. I let out a small frustrated sigh and mutter “Come on.” then I hold my breath and carefully aim and successfully get the headshot. By the 3rd target I get in my groove and successfully finish all 10 targets. When I finish, San walks over to me in shock while looking into binoculars and says “Wow, that’s amazing. You did great. ” Not used to the compliments I awkwardly press my lips into a smile “Are you just saying that because you’re my boyfriend?” He chuckles and shakes his head and says “No, I’m serious. I just witnessed one of the reasons why everyone was making a huge deal about finding you. You're amazing.” I carefully set down the gun and I look at the trees in the distance solemnly “Well, you’d think being so well trained would have kept me from getting kidnapped.” San crosses his arms and steps next to me while looking at the trees in the distance alongside me and says “I’m sure if you knew you would have easily taken both MIngi and Wooyoung down. Which is why we were extra careful with you, we had to take precautions we usually never have to take.” When he gets serious like this is what scares me the most. I shove my hands in the pockets of my sweater “That was honestly no excuse. Not even the fact that I was exhausted, the only good thing that came out of this is that I met you. Even if you do scare me sometimes.” San turns and looks at me with a raised eyebrow “I scare you?” Shit. Did I just say that?! I silently stare at the ground for a bit then I sit down and continue “Yeah, it’s like you’ve forgotten that I’ve seen the aftermath of all your violent crimes, all the blackmail, extortions, the death. Ever since I became a cop I’ve been studying your every move and I’m sorry but you’re really scary in terms of what’s in your file.” San kneels next me and gently strokes my hair “I’d never do such things to you though, I…I love you far too much to hurt you like that. If anything you’ve brought out the softer side of me, something nobody including my own family has rarely seen since my father died.” I stare at the trees in the distance ever so slightly sway “I feel the same way. I care so much about you and I know you’re a good person at heart but it just freaks me out a bit when I remember how violent you are when someone gets on your bad side. I understand it’s to avenge your dad but I don’t know, the image I have of you from when I worked back at the station was really not a good one so it just keeps coming back to me even if I know you’re not truly like that.”

He sits next to me gently pulling one of my hands out of my pocket to hold it. His gaze completely softens to try and eliminate any trace of fear I have towards him. “Look, I know this life of crime for you isn’t your normal so I understand why you’d feel that way, you’re not used to it. So I respect you for even agreeing to do this hit to begin with but just remember that for you, I’m willing to take a bullet just so you’d be safe.” I look over at San who’s expression seemed sincere with a hint of him feeling hurt he then continues and says “I know you still don’t fully trust me and I understand that. I don’t blame you, so please don’t beat yourself over it. I promise I’ll do everything in my power so you can trust me.” I tilt my head and rest it on his shoulder while I hold his arm “Thank you for all the kindness you’ve shown me from the very beginning. I know you didn’t choose to be born among chaos.” He gently kisses the side of my head “It’s funny how we started off practicing and now we’re just sitting here like this.” I smile and stand up, pick up the gun again and hand it to San “You want to practice too?” San smiles with his dimples fully visible “Actually, I like watching you shoot it’s pretty hot.” I let out a scoff “Oh, shit. Okay well in that case I’ll take this back then.” I take the gun and begin to load it and a few seconds later I turn back and notice San looking at me with his face in his palms. I turn back and my ears and face heat up. I really don’t deserve him, but having him at my side brings so much comfort to me especially after my "death" and how two faced my old boss is I’m just hoping he won’t change his mind about me eventually.

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[pokestudentjune]

Hellow!

I just saw you have a Typhlosion in your team! Can you tell me a bit about how a Typhlosion can act? My official starter's Nino, a Cyndaquil, and even if I love him a lot, my family pushed me into having a "real" starter even if I already have another partner before him!

@lud-and-griz

Hello there !! Omg my first ask..

First off, I think its quite interesting how your parents pushed you for a "real" starter.. I'm going to ramble a bit, but the starter pokemon of each region are a bit overhyped in my opinion. This can cause unethical breeding of them or mistreatment by non professionals for a quick buck. Plus, any starter can be "real!" Starters are honestly just a social construct and it puts weird standards on pokemon and trainers to go down their path a specific way...

BUT!! My pokemon ethics input isnt what you asked for!! Of course, every pokemon has their own personality and tendencies in respect to the individual, so I can't say for sure how your cyndaquil will be like when evolved– but luckily for you the cyndaquil line is one of my favorites! So i can give you a general rundown on what to expect. 

Cynaquil and Quilava are similar in the sense that both are generally pretty cautious pokemon in the wild, prefering to not pick fights unless necessary. They are lower on the food chain, and thus rely on their flame for defense usually, not offense. Typhlosion on the other hand however, burst with a hotter flame and become very territorial and independent in the wild. 

With that in mind, Typhlosion after evolving tend to be more confident and a bit more mature than they were as a quilava, adjusting to a bigger body with bigger flames through this process. Their personality will pretty much stay the same, but slightly different as well. Think of it as growing up from a teen into an adult! (Keep in mind though that evolution stage does NOT equal age!) Typhlosion tend to be extremely protective of their trainer upon evolution, as well as become a tad bit more stoic than before, probably stemming from their territorial tendencies in the wild. Its also been shown within a vast majority of domesticated Typhlosion that they tend to have a short temper when on the battlefield--regardless of their personality. This is probably a genetic feature that helps fuel a Typhlosions back flame during fights, which can be quite devastating if your pokemon does not know how to control it. In addition, typhlosion has a feature none of its pre-evolutions have. Not simply flame-retardant fur, but a second layer of fur with a chemical compound that is capable of combusting under extreme heat. Just a little heads up if you ever see your Typhlosions entire body burst into fire!

Having cyndaquil evolve into a typhlosion is no easy feat and a great achievement for these pokemon! it may take them some time to adjust to the new body though, as Typhlosion typically prefer to stand on their hind legs–whereas quilava usually stay quadrapedal unless searching for danger, so be prepared for lots of bumping heads on sheves or tables. It might have been a while since your partner was a cyndaquil! Your typhlosion may also have an increased interest in sweets, even if they never liked sweet stuff before. This is because with a stronger flame, your typhlosion will need more fuel. Sucrose is known for being extremely flammable, and is often desired amongst fire types. Consuming sugars will help the gas sacs along its neck produce a strong flame! Your typhlosion might be more interested in consuming meat over bugs like its pre-evolutions. Be prepared to either adjust their diet or expect a potential gift at your doorstep sometimes! Typhlosion might also develop a habit of burrowing upon evolution. This is a nesting behavior that the other two evolutions don’t usually exhibit to the extent of a Typhlosions. Your Typhlosion may enjoy creating a burrow a few feet deep into the ground to rest in at night, the bottom of it lined with ash and sticks to keep it warm– kind of like its own mini campfire!

Whew that was a lot. Sorry to ramble! I just love sharing information about pokemon I love <3 I would talk about Jasper, my own Typhlosion on here, but this post is already getting pretty long. I’ll be keeping an eye on your cyndaquil! If they want to evolve, then I’d love to see it!

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7. You get the chance to assign five characters new talents! Who do you choose, and what talents would you give them? :3

Thank you for asking! I actually kinda had a feeling you would ask this one :3

I apologize in advance for the lengthy post that follows, I wanted to talk a bit about my choices.

The thing about this one is that I kinda want to give characters the talents they already have, but that I don't think we got to see enough of, if we even saw it at all. Mukuro as the Ultimate Soldier and Rantaro as the Ultimate Adventurer are two prime examples. Mukuro is the Ultimate Not-Junko/Ultimate Corpse and Rantaro is the Ultimate Vaguely Shady Guy.

I'll come up with some real talents though, don't worry! Here's the list:

1. K1-B0: Ultimate Investigator - Get this boy a real talent! He's a robot, and by his own admission, isn't particularly smart, strong, etc. He's sorta like Yasuhiro, with how he is hardly "Ultimate", but compared to others in his field, he's the best. Anyway, I'm not sure if "Investigator" is the right word for it, but ol' Kee-boy has loads of added functions that are incredibly useful for collecting data. Cameras, recording devices, etc. I want to make it clear that this is distinct from being a detective, as this is more broad and less focused on drawing conclusions from data.

2. Kiyotaka Ishimaru: Ultimate Life Coach - I'm not the happiest with it, but just hear me out. So, Taka's talent is (depending on the translation) Ultimate Moral Compass or Ultimate Hall Monitor. So somewhat lame and ill-defined, with the vague implications that this poor honors student is peaking in high school. I want Taka's steadfast dedication to his rigid morals to mean something other than being an annoying stick in the mud (I love Taka a lot but I can't lie that's just how it is). I also really don't want him to be military-related or some kind of political role.

3. Rantaro Amami: Ultimate Stylist - There may be a post lying around somewhere that may have influenced me, but I actually really like this one! Rantaro is kinda pretty, and he does Kaede's nails... I want to expand on that! Probably thanks to having so many sisters, he's great at hair, makeup, nails, the whole 9 yards to have you looking your best!

4. Shuichi Saihara: Ultimate Strategist - Okay, we need to get this poor boy a different job. He is smart, but canonically Team Danganronpa also created him to be the "weakest Ultimate Detective ever". One of the Ultimate Detectives needed to give it up, and sure wasn't gonna be Kyoko. Thus, from the ashes of his Ultimate Detective's wit, the Ultimate Strategist is born. Admittedly, this is more for games like Chess and video games like Fire Emblem, but that's just because I want to put his cleverness and intellect on full display while alleviating some of his insecurities.

5. Chiaki Nanami: Ultimate Brawler - Caught you off guard with that one, didn't I? While I don't hate the ideas I've come up with, they've been a little... safe. Boring. Uninspired, even. I wanted to shake things up with this last one, and Chiaki is the perfect subject! This idea came from two places. The first is a fanfic that I don't remember the name of, but I can find it for ya later if you'd like. There's a scene where Chiaki is in Towa City and is attacked by Monokumas. Drawing from her experiences playing Bayonetta, she pulls off her backpack and starts fucking them up. The second is a clip from DR3: Despair Arc, in which Chiaki performs some kind of Dragon Uppercut move on Teruteru, sending him flying. Being so skilled at fighting that you can pull off fictional moves successfully sounds quite Ultimate, no?

... And that's that! Sorry I got a bit long-winded with this one, I'll try not to ramble too hard if you ask another question. I hope you enjoyed my musings! :3

[pretendicanwrite]

O'knutzy week day 7

Character credit to @lumosinlove and prompt credit to @oknutzyweek !

Free day

Oh my god. The end is already here! I'm very sad, but please leave me prompts in my asks, and I'll see what I can do.

I have this feeling that the most random debates just pop up over absolutely nothing in the O'knutzy household, and they all take them way too seriously.

CW: Mentions of r*pe (No explicit details, just mentioned about a Greek figure)

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One of the most common things to happen in the O'knutzy household was debates. They rarely ever got heated, and were most of the time about the most random things.

Finn, as an English major loved debating. He found the back and forth of different opinions enthralling and enjoyed proving, and being proved wrong.

Logan enjoys these debates. He has no problem arguing his side of things, and will gladly listen to either of his boys prove him wrong, but he usually ends up right. Neither Finn nor Leo knows how, it just happens most of the time.

Leo wasn't sure how he felt about the debates. He enjoyed joking around with his boyfriends, but sometimes things got a little too random for him.

One time, Finn had just randomly asked if cremated remains could be turned into paper like how people on TikTok make their own paper with the sieves.

Leo and Logan both looked up from their respective tasks to give Finn a look that said, 'What the hell?'

Finn asked his question again and explained how he was watching a TikTok user make paper and said that the paper was similar to ashes.

"Finn, babe, I love you but your brain is weird."

The next debate that popped up was whether or not a puck could skip across water.

Leo had asked it when they were at a lake one day, and all of the boys immediately started bringing up their points knowing how these conversations usually went.

Leo won eventually, proving it by pulling one out of the trunk of the car and throwing it across the surface of the water. It did pretty well, and Leo was so happy that he won, that he forced his boyfriends to buy him ice cream on the way home.

They had gone a while with out a debate popping up, but they were doomed when they went to a team dinner at the Dumais household.

They had made it through the dinner portion of the night and had moved to the living room before the inevitable happened.

Logan had been on his phone for about two minutes when he randomly burst out saying, "If you were a gay sailor and you encountered a siren, would you drown?"

The team paused at the question, looking even more confused when Leo and Finn both smiled.

"Well, that depends. Which idea of sirens are you using? Because some scholars think that sirens could drown anyone, but others think that sirens could only drown those that were attracted to them. I think the siren could drown anyone. Gay or straight," Finn jumped in, laughing as the team looked absolutely shocked.

"I don't know though. Sirens are described as a symbol of desire, and a gay man wouldn't desire a female siren." Leo said, still playing with Finn's hair.

Logan heard a quiet, 'what's happening?' from James before he continued with his point. "Siren's attracted sailors with their voice. Voices don't really have a gender, and I think they are like half chicken or bird with arms and a head maybe, so looks weren't really a thing for those sailors."

"Okay, yeah, but I think they were made into sirens as a punishment for allowing Persephone to get raped. That sounds like they get to punish men for hurting a woman, so I don't get why they would drown a man that isn't even attracted to women."

The debate continued for another 7 or 8 minutes, the team staying silent as they watched the cubs. Nobody really understood what was happening, and were curios as to how the topic even came up.

The cubs went another 3 weeks without getting into another debate, but once again, it was inevitable when they were with the team in the locker room pre practice.

Someone had mentioned their last debate, and Finn perked up.

"I've been meaning to ask, I just kept forgetting. If a blind person looked Medusa in the eyes would they turn to stone?"

"What the hell brought that up?" Kasey asked, looking at the red-head.

"You were talking about our siren question, which is in Greek mythology, and so is Medusa. So again I ask if a blind person made eye contact with Medusa, would they turn to stone?"

"I don't think so. You have to see her eyes to turn into stone, so if you can't see, I don't think you would," Logan said.

"But at the same time, it's the eye contact people were making when they turned into stone. So if you did happen to look directly into her eyes, I think you would."

Everyone looked at Remus when he jumped into the conversation.

"Yeah, I'm with Remus." Kasey's confession caused a bunch of the team to side with the different opinions.

"Okay, but have you noticed how in all of the artwork of her victims they are always cowering in fear? That suggests that they had to see her attacking them," Leo said, pausing with his jersey half on.

"I don't know what is going on in this locker room but I do know that you better be on the ice within the next four minutes, boys. Also, you wouldn't turn to stone if you were blind. Practice time."

Coach walked out of the locker room, laughing at his boys' shocked faces.

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AGHHHH!!! It's over! Thank you for reading!

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

May I request # 13 for Santiago Garcia 💕💕

Wherever You go, I go

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x F!Reader

Prompt: The way You Said I Love you #13 - In a letter

Warnings: 18+. Roughish smut. Angst. Near death experience.

A/N: I took a rather angsty turn with this I hope that's okay and I do have some ideas for a fix it part 2 if anyone's interested.

It's a pact, a promise. 

A red string tied to the tips of your pinky fingers that has bound you through every manner of trial since the moment you'd laid eyes on one another in training. 

It's spoken with dark electric eyes and a wild grin - the words offered without hesitance when you suggest another batshit crazy plan that the rest of the team would hard pass because the last one resulted in Tom nearly losing an arm and Benny almost being impaled and neither one of them has stopped guilt tripping you since. 

You say it without thought when his golden sheen twists into something dark and unsettled. When he lets all of the chaos in his head bleed out whilst you simply watch and listen. 

None of you can get used to being home, to the sudden shift of becoming everyday citizens and having to remember what life was like before they'd put a gun into your hands and turned you into weapons. There's an itch in your blood, an insatiable need to be of use, to be something more.

No one feels it more than Santi - it turns him out, there's too much energy in him and nowhere for him to channel it. He tells you about Columbia instead- the dark shadows of drug lords and murderers that haunt the beauty of the country - and you already know where the conversation is going, your mind made up the moment you see the steel determination in his eyes. 

"Book another ticket." 

"You serious?" 

"Think I'm gonna let you run around Columbia on your own? You won't last 5 minutes without me and you know it." 

"Speak for yourself princess, remember who saved that pretty little head of yours from being blown off last time?" 

"Shut the fuck up and book the goddamn ticket Pope." 

"Are you sure? You gonna be okay leaving everything behind when we've only just got back?"

"I'm sure. Wherever you go, I go, remember." 

** 

You've been in Columbia for years - always on the hunt because it's like the chaos never stops, everytime you take one bad guy down, two more pop up like that terrifying creature you'd read about in mythology books when you were kid. 

There's so much death clinging to you that you're heavy with it, your skin awashed in so much blood you wonder if you'll ever truly stop seeing it rusting beneath your nails. In truth you've become exhausted by it but you stay because you refuse to leave Santi. 

You can't, you don't know how. 

All you know is those words - everytime he comes back to your shitty shared apartment with news on some new guy that's somehow worse than the last, everytime he looks at you with pleading eyes and says this is the last one cariño and then we can take that break I've been promising yeah? 

But it all gets messy when the lines blur - when he's sat on a chair cleaning the wound on your collar bone whilst you're knelt between his legs so you can stitch his thigh and there's a strange pulse of heat with every brush of skin. You think it's maybe left over adrenaline at first, just shockwaves of residual energy trying to escape.

But then you tug the last stitch a little too tight and his whole body seems to jerk as a hiss rushes past ground teeth. Your gaze snaps to his and you nearly swallow your damn tongue, the apology you have prepped turning to ash because Pope looks anything but hurt. He looks hungry - eyes burnt black and wanting as his voice drops low like he's dragging your name over hot coals. 

And suddenly that 'adrenaline' is shifting all too low, making your belly ache for something as your fingers clench into the thick muscle of his thighs and your lips part like an open invitation for him to come crashing down against. He kisses you all frantic and rough - tongue surging past your lips to tangle with yours as he fists the hair at the back of your head in a fierce grip and it all just bursts. 

You're dragging him off the chair and he's pinning you to the floor, crawling over you whilst desperate hands ruck down your pants and tear at your top and you're pretty sure you actually rip his briefs from his body before every thought flies from your head when he presses you open and buries himself to the hilt. 

He groans like he's just found heaven before immediately setting a savage pace - fucking you raw and desperate into the shitty threadbare rug whilst you cry into his mouth. You hitch your legs over his hips and tell him to go deeper, harder - nails scoring pretty lines of red down his back before they sink into the sweat slicked dip above his ass as he scrapes his teeth across your throat. 

"Jesus christ princesa." He husks. "You feel fucking perfect." 

When you cum it's violent - your stomach muscles locking tight and thighs shaking hard as your walls spasm around the fat length of his cock. There's a rush of liquid that fills the room with the sound of slapping skin, the lewd squelch of it drowning out Santi's heated growl against your lips as his thrusts grow sloppy and his cock swells inside the soaked clutch of your pussy before he fills you up with warmth. 

You're all boneless and dazed when he collapses into you - drunk on this new weight to your relationship when he nudges his nose along the edge of your jaw, the curve of your cheek before his lips skim across your grimy skin to claim an indulgent kiss. 

It's all so good - the pleasure and the warmth rolling through you - that you don't think about how it can all go wrong. 

** 

Redfly had once told you that love could be the death of teams like yours. 

You thought he was talking shit, being a fucking hypocrite because you all loved each other like a family and if anything it made you better - that connection you have making you the legendary unit you've become. When you told him as such he'd just shook his head, quietly murmuring that he didn't mean that kind of love. 

You'd been confused, not enough to push him to explain more because you really didn't feel in the mood for whatever lecture he seemed to be stewing on, but enough that you remember it all these years later. 

And for you to only realise too late that he was right. 

**

It starts small at first, tiny mistakes made because you're not as focused as you should be. Because he's too busy staring at your ass or the low drawl of his voice is making you remember the filth he'd whispered in your ear as he'd fucked you the night before when you should be keeping an eye on your target instead.  

It's unprofessional and you know it but a part of you argues you've earned this - this giddy little daydream stage of romance after the blood, sweat and tears you've given since stepping foot in Columbia. 

But then it nearly goes devastatingly wrong strikingly fast - your distraction nearly gets you both killed and it's a miracle that the two of you make it past the door of your apartment that night instead of being hauled inside an ambulance or stuffed into a body bag. 

You crumble the moment the door slams shut. A strangled gasp tearing it's way out of your throat as your knees buckle and a pair of strong arms have to circle quickly around your waist before you hit the floor.

You can still see the bullet that had been meant for him, imbedded in stone just millimetres from his cheek, the ghost of his laugh still etched upon his lips as the blood had drained from his face and he'd blinked at you in shock. 

It's not exactly the first near death experience you've shared but it's the first when you've felt like you had more to lose, where the thought that this fragile bloom of emotion between you could have been ripped away in seconds is enough to make your hands shake and your throat close up tight.

It's still enough now for panic to crush your chest, to sink icy fingers into your lungs until you feel like you're drowning in fear as he lays you on your bed and curls himself around you. 

You need him closer - need to feel that you're both alive - and he doesn't complain when you tilt your chin up and shove your mouth against his. He lets you kiss him until it hurts and begs you not to stop even then, pulls you in tight when you swing a leg over his hips and bury your body into his whilst your hands push at the waistband of his pants. 

Your lips are urgent and hot on his when you sink down onto his length, soft whimpers fluttering into his mouth as you say his name over and over like you need to reassure yourself he's really there. 

"It's okay baby." He promises, fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he rocks up into your soft heat. "I'm here, we're okay, I've got you." 

His words spiral you further, make you think of how easily you could have both been gone and you've finally had enough. 

"I want to leave Santi." You whisper and he stills beneath you. "I'm calling it - a hard out." 

For a moment you think he'll argue, his eyes shadowing over before he reaches up to stroke your cheek and pulls you back to his mouth. He doesn't answer for the longest time, not until you're both drenched in sweat and he's dragging one final syrup slow orgasm from your exhausted body before his own breaks over him.  

He doesn't answer until your head is tucked into the crook of his neck, his arms wound tight around you whilst he nudges his nose against your hair and you can't see the bloom of shame in his eyes. 

"If that's what you want sweetheart. Wherever you go, I go." 

**

The words have turned sour. 

They're broken, cracked and stained with something that feels alot like the sting of betrayal. 

The morning of your flight back home you wake alone, a stillness to the apartment that immediately makes your stomach drop and your brain scream that something is wrong. You call out for him but before the last syllable even leaves your tongue you know it's pointless - there won't be an answer. 

That's when you spot them. The plane ticket glaring at you from beneath a hastily folded piece of paper with your name scrawled on it in an all too familiar handwriting. You don't want to pick it up even as you reach for it with trembling fingers, even as your throat grows tight as you unfold it despite every part of you wishing you could burn it so you won't have to see what's inside. 

Princesa,

I know right now that you're probably mad as hell but let me explain before you tear up the letter and set it on fire imagining it's me.

I wanted to leave with you, you have no idea how much I wanted it. All those things we talked about? A future where it's just you and me - the guys invading our house for barbecues every weekend because we're all finally out and there's no more mission to worry about. 

I want it so fucking bad that leaving you right now feels worse than being shot. But the mission isn't over and you know it, I can't just pretend like it is and pack up my shit and go - even if it's the woman I love more than anything asking me to. 

I came here to change things, to make things better and how can I live with myself if I leave when there's a man like Lorea around. What kind of man would I be if I turned my back on that and left innocent people to the fucked up shit he does? Not the kind that deserves to have someone like you that's for sure. 

I can't rest easy until he's dead, until I know that a hard out is safe and no ones going to come looking for us. I promise you baby that this is the last time, I'm going to come back to you and prove that I wasn't lying that night. Wherever you go I go. 

I just can't go right now.  

I do love you princesa, if you believe nothing else in this shit excuse of a letter at least believe that. I love you so fucking much and I'm sorry. 

Santiago

Something shatters inside you - a bright flash of pain searing so brutally through your heart that you could howl but you don't. 

The letter gets crumpled in your hand, dropping somewhere to the floor where you don't even care to look as you slowly push yourself to your feet and go through the motions of preparing to leave like a zombie trying to wade their way through tar. 

You feel the sting of tears so many times over the next hour that your head pounds with it and you feel like a shook up bottle of fizzy pop ready to explode. Yet still you don't let them fall - refusing to give Santiago even a fraction of real emotion despite the fact he's not around to witness it anyway. 

He's broken your pact - the bond that had glued the two of you together through times where everything else had gone to absolute shit. He'd uttered those words that you treasure more than any other declaration of trust or love and he'd lied. 

He doesn't deserve anything from you anymore. 

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How it’d be to watch animes with them

A/N: While i’m working on my Mikasa x reader royal au, this little idea came to my mind. I tried to put the links when i mentioned a specific scene and speak a little about the anime in case you don’t know it.  So here it’s: 

Warnings: Me exposing my otaku self, mentions of 18+ animes (Not hentais) 

Eren -  Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen (13+)

A / N: The main characters like each other, but none wants to confess because being the person who takes the first step would also represent being the defeated person. The anime develops in a series of plans that both elaborate to make the other confess their love.

Warnings: None

It was his idea to watch an anime together since the two of you liked it a lot. You saw no harm and agreed to go to sleep with your boyfriend on Friday night. So, you would have the dawn and the weekend to see everything.

“We could watch One piece! Everybody likes"

“In three days ?! We will not finish even if we do not take breaks ”

"Naruto then?"

“Haven't you seen it all five times or more?

"But it is a classic!"

"It is also too long!"

He would sulk when he saw you reject each of his suggestions for being too big animes. The truth was, he was trying to convince you to stay longer. After much searching in the catalog, you choose to watch a short comedy of 12 episodes.

Biggest mistake ever

Eren is already annoying by nature, and after watching Kaguya-sama's two seasons he would spend the day and night trying to get you to confess to him EVEN IF YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE FOR TWO YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE FIRST TO DECLARE. HIT HIM, PLEASE.

"Do you think that using such a low trick will make me give in?"

“Eren, I just got out of the shower. What trick? Wear an outfit? ”

“Showing off your skin won't make you win”

If you wanted to play with him, great. You are going to spend the day in this little game until he gets tired and just hugs you or something because he can't spend a lot of time without touching you. But if you didn't want to, just you could use that touchy side of him against him too.

"Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else then"

"Yes, of course, do- Wait what?"

"You heard"

“NO, BABE! YOU WON! I CONFESS! I LOVE YOU"

Watching anime with him would be quite an experience. For being very verbal, Eren would be the type of person who doesn't shut up watching anything. Especially, something that makes him laugh. You would see him laughing out loud and throwing himself back on the couch or on you, whether you were with him or not. You may even complain, but it would be fun to see him react to everything as immediately and naturally as an unfiltered child.

He will sing ALL the openings for the rest of the days around the house until you are humming some without realizing it.

For some reason, can I imagine him doing Chika dance ?? Yes, please film this big bear dancing like a little girl.

Levi - Death parade 

A / N: Do you want to cry and hurt yourself? This is the right place. Death Parade is a story about what happens after death. The characters are sent to mysterious bars where they will be judged to decide the fate of the souls themselves. (18+)

Warnings: Suicide, depressive themes, mentions of rape and domestic violence

I don't see Levi watching many animes. In fact, I don't see him watching much anything at all. He would be the type of person who can't spend a lot of time in front of the television without feeling like he's wasting time. Which would result in a very selective and demanding taste.

He would always read the reviews about the film, and after watching it, he would make his own. Ever. No exceptions. Unlike Impossible-to-be-quiet-Eren, Levi would be silent to be able to capture and understand all the details. This is interesting because getting his attention is a difficult task. But once it's done, he is 100% focused on the story and immersed in the characters.

So, after reading about it, he would agree to watch Death Parade with you.

He would have low expectations at first, and if the anime failed to hold his very difficult attention in three episodes, he wouldn't even try with the rest.

So when in the first episode, all suspense and doubts left to the viewer entered Ackerman's head, he would finish the other 11 without realizing it.

As a rational person, he would love things that make him think and reflect on the proposed theme. In the case: Life and death.

For some reason, I imagine him as someone who would like to study and read philosophy as a hobby and that he would love Nietzsche? So, you could expect deep conversations after each episode.

But without any arrogance, humanity's strongest soldier might not be the most talkative man in humanity, but surely when he opened his mouth to it, it wouldn’t be to show himself off with something that he knows and you don’t. On the contrary, he would be more than happy to explain if you asked and added your opinion.

He wouldn't cry, but he would be touched by the way the emotions were shown and created in the characters.

He would probably see the scene where Decim cries more than once for being impressed with how the pain of a character who is supposedly not flesh and blood is expressed so well.

And after the anime is over, you would always see him listening to the music of the ice skating scene around the house while doing something.

When you were finished watching everything, you would talk again about the anime. You lying on his chest and he touching his hair, smelling him.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?"

“If so, I wouldn't go back to this shit a second time. No matter what they offered me ”

"Levi!"

"Unless it was to have you again"

“What a cliché” He would roll his eyes after hearing your response “But I like clichés”

Again, he wouldn't cry, but he would be thinking about how ephemeral things can be, including being alive. Then you can expect a more touchy Levi for a few days.

Jean - Banana Fish 

N / A: Another one to cry and get hurt. Banana Fish is way more than just a story about one character just is hard to define. So in case, you didn’t watch it, here’s the trailer. (18+)

warnings: pedophilia, rape, violence, drugs, your heart being destroyed

You know that guy who says that no yaoi is good, it's just a way to feed a bunch of fujoshi and stuff like that? Jean. It's him. I just know it. So when you suggested Banana Fish and said it was a BL / yaoi, he would probably laugh and ignore the idea.

But after insisting a little and showing him the many compliments that both the anime and the manga received, he would accept.

At first, he wouldn't pay much attention. He really thought it would be just another bad anime. But by the end of the first episode, he would be too involved in the story to stop.

I think he would love crime novels for the same reason that Levi: To think. Try to find out how things are going to end and pick up any clues that the author has left about the ending. So the plot would hold him so much because he would make a ton of theories about the end.

He will ship Ash and Eiji with all his soul. I mean, how can he not ship? To see an anime in which the physical touch between the couple doesn't really happen and still builds a well-developed and healthy relationship would be a new experience for him.

Jean is somewhat similar to Eren in this respect. So you can expect to see him huffing in anger, cursing one of the characters, throwing a pillow away, or using it to hide a tear or two that he would let go of you. The kind of person who gets emotionally involved with the things he watches.

He would cry an entire river after watching the last episode and deny it later.

“I was not crying. The cushion fabric made my eyes itch a lot ”

Show him again and he will cry the same amount and intensity

Armin - Haikyuu

A / N: Considering all the texts on Tumblr for haikyuu characters, I’m pretty sure you know what anime it’s lol (10+)

Armin is an otaku with a license card and no one can change my mind. He would probably start watching it as a child. So, his first animes would be everyone's classics: Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, etc.

So it would be normal that as the vast majority, he would continue to have a preference for shounen when he grew up. So it would be your idea to see Haikyuu.

He would have low expectations because he thought it would be just another anime with cute characters for everyone to be thirsty as an inverted harem. And also because the synopsis does not create a strong impression, especially for those who consume shounen daily.

"So we are just gonna see a little boy trying to catch a ball?"

“It's gonna be good! Everyone is talking about it now ”

"Does he have some superpower?"

"No"

"Something scary?"

"Armin, just give a chance!"

He would like it. Did I say he would like it? Because he would love it. The atmosphere created and well developed with such a simple plot would hold his attention well. (Is it possible to dislike Hinata in the first episode?)

It would be a great anime for him to watch because 1. It is different from what he usually sees. Unlike shounen, Haikyuu deals only with real and tangible scenarios. Of course, still with that touch of anime, but it is very easy to recognize yourself in the characters and learn from them and therefore reflect on yourself as well.

It would be great to make him think about his own insecurities and how most of them were inside his head.

He would be so immersed in the anime universe that he would have to pause the game scenes because he would be too nervous waiting for the ball to fall.

You will probably see him taking a deep breath in each drawing scene of the characters and see him truly cheering for the team as if it were a real national game.

More than that, you will see his eyes full of tears when Yamaguchi hit the serve in the match against Aoba johsai.

In fact, Yamaguchi would be his favorite character. No discussions.

"I said it would be good"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

Mikasa - Heaven’s official blessing 

A / N: I'm going to leave the trailer here because I don't know how to define it very well. It's a novel, but the story doesn't focus ONLY on that. (14+)

Okay, you didn't suggest. She did not suggest. So how do you end up watching together? You catch her watching when you come home by surprise lol

Until then, you would know that she watched some anime, but nothing romantic. Never. In fact, that was her little secret.

Although common sense is that Mikasa would be cold even in a modern au (and I agree in parts). I think she would be the type of person who loves to see the sweetest and softest things to melt alone on the couch without anyone seeing. A moment for herself and a part of her that she would not show to anyone.

You would already know about her romantic side, but seeing her under the covers sighing while watching the Netflix special episode is a totally different story.

Please don’t mock her!!. She would be red enough by the time she was discovered.

When she was less shy, she would ask if you want to watch with her. She would say she saw no problem watching it with you again since doing it with you would be a different experience.

If you accept, you would spend the rest of the night in the room sharing a blanket and absorbing the soft atmosphere, the soundtrack, and the Chinese culture so present in history.

She would not speak a lot because she was paying attention, but she would hug you all the time. In the romantic scenes, she would tighten her arms around you a little and sometimes left a kiss on your shoulder.

I think she could relate to Hua Cheng's way of loving. He is always there to protect, care for and see his lover even if sometimes Xie Lian doesn't even know.

And that is what she wants to show you, that more than a girlfriend, she is also someone you can count on.

Days later, you will see her reading the rest of the work around the house because she couldn't stand to wait for a second season.

And later, SURELY melting and vibrating while watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.

[julieverne]

'Something's missing,' I said, looking around at the gang. They were all there, Liz in a godawful jumper she'd made herself, Tom with his ankles and wrists hanging out of his jeans and skivvy, sketching in his notepad, Richelle sitting on a log she'd made sure was dry, green fluffy jacket matching her eyes as she examined her nails, Elmo lying on the ground, looking up at the sky, messy hair covered in leaves as he pulled out his own notepad to write, Sunny bench pressing a goose she'd found somewhere. I lowered my Ray Bans and adjusted my Billabong logo on my hoodie so it was more visible.

'We don't have a job,' Richelle said flatly. 'Or any money.'

'No, something's missing, and it has been for a while. We're not working together as a team. We need to get it together.'

'We tried your stupid uniforms,' Richelle spat, still clearly resentful.

'I mean it. We should... I don't know.'

'Go on a business retreat?' Tom asked lightly. He always knew how to get under my skin, so effortlessly annoying.

'Not exactly. But there is an after-school cricket game. Maybe we could try out?'

'We barely have time after all our jobs, schoolwork and chores to even enjoy ourselves,' Richelle said scathingly. She hated anything that might get her dirty.

'I wouldn't mind, now and then, but they'd need a schedule, and we have to pick up work as we get it,' Liz's anxious face peered up at me.

'I wouldn't mind, but I'm still banned from the oval, remember?' Tom said. I did remember. I shuddered at the very memory of the events that had occured to get Tom banned.

'I'm not exactly athletic,' Elmo said apologetically. 'I'd come, but I'd never make the team.'

'And I'm already on the soccer, footy and lacrosse teams. They won't let me try out for any more,' Sunny said. The goose had wandered away, and Sunny was now doing chinups on a handy branch.

'You don't even listen to the cricket,' Elmo said, remembering long mornings at The Pen, the Ashes playing in the background as we stumbled our way through to dawn.

'I just thought it'd be fun,' I mumbled, glad of my sunglasses.

'Adam has a set, and the park is pretty empty. He and Jonathon will want to come along though,' Tom said, getting to his feet and stretching, stretching, stretching. He'd had another growth spurt.

'Pete would be keen, is that enough? We can switch sides. Can Jason come too? Maybe Tiffany?' Liz asked Richelle, and Sunny dropped suddenly from the tree, following Tom back to his house to help carry Adam's cricket set. Elmo got to his feet, brushing himself off, missing half the leaves that were caught in his hair. I reached over and brushed his head, halfway between a noogie and a pat.

'You can keep score,' Liz said, heading towards her house to collect her brother, and probably the giant beast she lived with to cheat with the fielding.

'You can play,' I told Elmo firmly, and he smiled wonkily at me, adjusting his glasses while the others collected their siblings.

'I get lonely too,' Elmo said quietly. I forgot how observant he could be. I shoved his shoulder, but gently, and he didn't flinch, just rolled with it as we headed for the oval, Tom's brothers already screaming fit to wake the dead.

'If the others ask, it's team building,' I said from the side of my mouth, running forward to catch the ball Tom was throwing at us. Elmo followed, laughing, tackled to his knees by Adam and Jonathon, Pete and Christo jumping on top. I helped Tom with the wickets, because Tiffany had for some reason decided to join us, and Sunny immediately became all thumbs.

It wasn't enough people for two teams, and the littles needed a hand to bat, so we swapped out. I almost had a six when Christo caught me for 12-out, and Tom ran around with his arms out cheering. Sunny was at a definite disadvantage today, and she went out LBW.

The streetlights came on, and all the younger siblings knew that was hometime. I looked out over the dusk in the park, sun setting over the trees, and Tom came over, carrying three bats and the wickets.

'You were right,' Tom said. 'But if you ever tell anyone I said that, they'd never believe you.' He ran off after his brothers, probably earning himself a scolding for keeping them out late.

Christo dropped a ball at my feet, and I walked him over to where Liz and Pete were heading home, Sunny, Tiff and Richelle having melted away into twilight together, Elmo following us.

'Thanks, Nick,' Liz said, smiling up at me. She might be a dork, but she's a nice dork. 'We should do that more often. When we don't have work. What a great team-building exercise.' she took Christo from me and hurried home. I turned to Elmo.

'The Pen will have coffee,' he said, knowing all our pockets were light. He started walking, then turned back, hands in his pockets, hair catching the last of the sun's golden light. 'You coming?' He asked, and I nodded, smiling. Something had been missing, and here it was.

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

1. Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa

*Both written and SMAU parts this epsiode*

You hear the familiar sound as you open the door and look inside the gym. The Shiratorizawa campus is definitely impressive but nothing feels more familiar than walking into a strange gym filled with mostly strangers. Back home or a world away, volleyball is the same, perfect sport.

"Y/nnnnnn!"

You're smiling wide before you even lock eyes with your favourite redhead. "Tendou!"

Your greeting is muffled in a bear hug to beat all bear hugs and you can't help but laugh as you wrap your arms around your cousin's best friend.

"I am glad you could make it." Toshi is standing behind Tendou with a small smile and you pull away to give him a hug too.

"Let us introduce you to coach first, and then you can meet the others."

"Sounds good!"

The three of you walk over to the side where a small elderly man is scowling at the players on the court and when Toshi introduces you, you follow what you know of polite customs here and bow at the waist in greeting, "Thank you for having me!"

"I hear you play as a setter for a premier league."

Yeah, Tendou and Toshi weren't lying about his intimidating demeanor, but you're unfazed. You've dealt with some like him and they're good leaders in their own way.

"Yes, sir."

"You're quite short for your age."

You blink. You're pretty sure you're the average height for girls your age. You're definitely on or above average in your league even though you're not as tall as your hitters. Okay, cheeky, it is.

"Yes, sir. I hear that sometimes from opponents before we play. Not so much after a game, however, if at all." Tendou starts chuckling only to muffle it when the coach's sharp gaze locks onto him for a moment before focusing back on the court.

"Is that so." He finally looks over, making eye contact and drawing out the silence for a few quiet seconds. "Well, height isn't critical for a setter, though it's an asset."

"Yes, sir." You have to bite the inside of your cheek so you don't push it. You're aware of his status and tenure, after all. To someone like him, kids your age with a little cheeky boldness and confidence can be surprising and impressive. Too much is disrespectful and you're still a guest here at the end of the day.

He looks back at the team and you do startle a bit when he barks out, "Did I say it was time for a break?!"

Looking over to the court, you finally realize the practice game has all but stopped. You meet several wide eyed, disbelieving stares before they jolt back into motion.

Tendou and Toshi leave you there to rejoin their teammates with a grimace and a nod, respectively. You just smile blandly and take a seat next to their coach.

-x-x-x-

By the time Coach Washijo blows the whistle for the end of their practice, you've got a clipboard on your lap with notes and the begrudging respect of the ornery man beside you. Yes, you know your shit when it comes to volleyball and you didn't hesitate to use your knowledge to impress. You have a feeling he'll be taking a look at the link you wrote down to your national games at some point given the observations you pointed out. Mission: Success.

As the boys are grabbing water and towels and gathering around, Coach locks eyes with you once again to study you as you smile politely back at him, waiting for what he's chewing over. "You can visit again."

And then he stands to address his team before heading over to his office and leave them to clean up.

You look away from his retreating figure and, oh my, that's a lot of eyes on you. Why do athletes look so pretty? You smile wider and stand to introduce yourself, "Hello. I'm L/n, Y/n, Toshi's cousin. Nice to meet you all and thank you for having me here for this practice."

You bow and they start stuttering and speaking over each other while Tendou laughs, knowing you're also teasing a little. They're clearly flustered so it takes the edge of your own nerves and your smile relaxes into something a little easier.

"Wow.. that was.. different. I've never seen anyone interact with Coach like that." You look over to an ash haired boy, oh hello- "I'm Eita Semi. Nice to meet you.”

He sounds a little brusque.. hmm. He's their setter and knowing Toshi and Tendou...

"Semi-san, your sets... they really show your love for volleyball."

His mouth drops, hopefully in surprise, but you also hope you didn't say anything too forward? You know it's pretty different here and some things like feelings aren't used as carelessly in conversation but.. he's blushing. Oh no.

You try to correct, just in case, "I mean, I hope it's not presumptuous or inappropriate to say! I'm lucky to call myself a setter too, so from one to another, I just wanted to say I can see how much fun you have and it's inspiring!"

Okay, now Tendou is literally dying of laughter, bent over grabbing his stomach but you can see his face and yeah, he literally looks like the emoji that's crying with laughter. And- what?! Even Toshi is smiling a little, he knows that under your calm and playful exterior there's an impulsive, reckless storm.

Semi raises his hand up to the back of his head and you swear he's full on blushing. Okay, yeah, no, you're good. It might sound cruel but when you see people more embarrassed or flustered than you, usually, you find your own equilibrium steadies in response.

"That's- uh- thanks! I hear you're incredible. I mean, as a setter. I- Thanks."

The rest of the team has been looking on and slowly amusement and excitement is like a wave that slides across their features. One of his teammates hits Semi across the back, knocking him forward a bit, while teasing him about compliments from a pretty girl. But you politely pretend not to hear and focus on some of the other members as they start asking you about yourself and answering your return questions about each of them.

I think we can call Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa a success, you think, happily satisfied with the people your dear cousin has to call his teammates and friends.

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Behind The Scenes!

-Toshi is not directly related to Y/n but they might as well be brother and sister for how close they are

-He’s actually her (bear with me, please) dad’s brother’s sister-in-law’s son : Her uncle’s wife is an Ushijima - so her aunt by marriage is sister to Toshi’s mom.. I’m sorry, am I making any sense?

-Their mutual cousins will appear in the story, you’ve already seen their profiles in Family Matters: Kazuya, Akira, and Akari

-Tendou has known Y/n as long as he’s known Toshi and treats her like a cross between best friend and older brother, which means he’s sometimes mean, always teasing, and he will smack, cut, bury a bitch if they hurt her

A/N: Two things.. 1) I absolutely love Ushijima, I find he's seriously underrated. Although I guess I’m guilty here too because he’s Y/n’s family instead of a love interest 😔 If anyone ever wants to see a Toshi fic, let me know, I’ll do my best to work on his characterization 2) CHARACTERIZATION... guys, I’ve wondered this with all the HQ characters I’ve incorporated so far, but.. I don’t know if I’m hitting anywhere close to what they might actually be like in the scenarios I put them in?? So I apologize in advance, and profusely, for all the HQ characters that turn out not quite.. the way they should lol. The writing kinda sorta maybe gets away from me all the time 😅

I lied, there's a third.. I know I've made several posts on days that I've posted so far, and while I do hope to be consistent with a steady couple posts a week (particularly concerning this fic, or rather, not including other fics and stuff I might decide to post as I get more comfortable here), I may not always be able to deliver the same amount of content as I a) am still slowly getting a handle on the social media aspect and how to smoothly deliver it; and b) catch up to where I'm at in the story. So I just want you all to know, I really appreciate your patience with me <3

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the bachelorette: after the final rose

an: the bachelorette is finally over. writing this was…wow. interacting with my followers was so fun😭 i hope to do so again in the future. do enjoy this and take a look at the poll at the end. my requests will be opening up again! feel free to drop something :)

tags: black, fem reader

taglist: @taybird

The day after your wedding, you and Jean found yourselves in Bora Bora. Once you landed, you and Jean settled down for a moment. Your ideal plan was to unpack, get something to eat at the hotel you were in and probably go to sleep. Jean had different plans in mind. As you unpacked your suitcase, he kept massaging your shoulders. His hands moved down your arms and you didn't protest. Y'all, I don't write smut. Give me a few years and I'll write everything that when down.

Despite getting married on television and the whole world knowing, you and Jean never saw yourself as a married couple. It was more like dating to you guys. There were times he's walked out on you because you were too "emotional" and you've walked out on him because he was too "sensitive". But you always found your way back to each other.

During the week of your first "wedding" anniversary, Jean flew you out to Corfu, Greece. The first six days, he recreated your first "honeymoon" night and on the seventh day, he got on one knee again and asked you to be his wife- for real this time. You immediately said yes and threw yourself at him, toppling him over. You both landed on the restaurant floor but that didn't stop you from kissing him.

Wedding planning didn't take as long and it wasn't as hectic as it was the last time. You and Jean had decided to elope. You decided not to tell anyone, except Mikasa, that the wedding was real this time. Everyone you knew had been under the impression that you were spouses.

The day you went to court, Mikasa had been your only witness. You liked the idea of eloping. It was more intimate. No camera, no scripts. Just you and Jean.

Buying what you call a 'mansion' was not on your bingo card. Before you officially made Jean your husband, you had lived in a penthouse that Levi owned. You thought it was perfect- there was enough space for you and Jean. However, it was time to put your big boy pants on.

The outside of your home looks scary. No, it was a pretty house but this was a HUGE mansion. The inside of your home was very homey, however. There were office spaces for you and Jean- which he loved because he was getting back into law again (he had to quit his job because fans and Yeagerists, Eren's "fandom", had found his place of work and harassed him in some sort of way. Jean works with an elite private firm now), a game room, an inside gym, and a sitting room. Your backyard had a pool, a cabana, a garden, and outside guest quarters.

To be perfectly honest, you both found yourself in your offices. You started your own successful wedding planning business and Jean had his cases. Sometimes you felt like a big home was a waste of time. It's not like you had people to live in it for you.

"Jean, we need to talk."

Jean had just come home from work. It was one in the morning. You were standing in front of him in one of your many bathrobes. Jean walks up to you and plants a kiss on your forehead. "What's up, babe? No hi or anything?"

"I'm afraid that you're not taking care of yourself well enough," you start. "What do you mean, baby?" Jean asks mindlessly as he removes his coat. "Oh, would you stop with the baby thing? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"

Jean looks at you like you hit his mother or something. "I don't think a serious conversation includes you raising your voice at me," he answers. "Excuse me? Your thick head doesn't like to listen to anyone, so we got to yell things into it," you retort. Jean ignores you and makes his way to the kitchen. You're eyes widen- he's never walked away from you before. "Excuse me!” you call after him.

There is no response from Jean, who pulls a white wine from the fridge. "You're not drinking that. Not until you hear me out," you try again. "Well, you could have told me instead of chewing me out about calling you 'baby', y/n," Jean responds. He turns away from you again and starts looking through the cabinets for a wine glass. You take this as an opportunity to take the wine off the island counter and pour it out. Jean's head snaps back once he hears liquids going down the drain. "What the hell is your problem? I can't drink now?!" he snaps.

"I'm worried about you, idiot. You come home late, I never hear you eating, you don't take your double showers and you're always exhausted. You don't think your job is hurting you? I don't even see you anymore. Your job is hurting us!" you cry.

Jean shakes his head and mutters some nonsense under his breath before placing the wine glass he picked on the island counter. He shakes his head as he leaves.

"Are you gonna be like this when the baby is here?" You call out.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you going to be working long hours and act like a jerk when I'm farther along? What about when the baby gets here? At this point, the baby doesn't even have a father."

Jean walks over to you with confusion in his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant, Jean," you say with a small chuckle. I've wanted to tell you this whole time but you've been busy and I just got fed up tonight because I miss you."

Jean doesn't say a word. Instead, he undoes your robe and places a hand on your stomach. "We're having a baby? Are you serious? Us? How..."

You could only smile wider. Seeing Jean in awe about your very small bump was an entertaining sight.

"I'll...I'll talk to my b-boss. In fact, I-I'll q-quit my job...yeah! I'll q-quit!" he finally lets out.

"Oh no, don't do that. Just get your hours fixed and if they don't allow that, we'll find a different place, yeah?"

"S-sure," Jean stutters. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to order something? Do you want socks? What do you want?"

"I think I want you to take a bath and for you to sleep, mister," you answer. Jean still in a trance, obeys.

"I can't believe we had two. I was under the impression there was only one."

"At least they'll keep the big room you painted busy."

Jean had one of your newborns sprawled on his bare chest. You cradled the other one in your arms. A little boy and girl. Your daughter, Maia, already had Jean wrapped around her finger. Your son, Marquis, was a little independent, despite being a few days old.

"I can't believe we made them," Jean says. After your emergency C-section, Jean was back into that trance he was in when you first told him you were pregnant. "We should have one more. We have pretty babies."

"Shut up, Jean."

You never thought you'd allow a camera in your sight again. Obviously, there was the paparazzi that hounded you and your children down on the regular. But a camera allowed by you in your home? Never. Until today.

It's been seven years since you met the love of your life. You're thirty now and Jean is thirty-two. The two little menaces in your home are three. Maia and Marquis were just like their father- silly and full of life unless otherwise. But at least they look like you (except the pieces of ash brown in their hair that they picked up from Jean). You were pregnant with another. You hoped that your child would bring you peace but even if they were as colorful as your two, it wouldn't matter to you.

You sat in the family room with Jean and your twins as the camera team prepared their cameras and other equipment. Jean was trying his best to keep your children in one place, as you adjust your hair.

"Ms. y/n, are you ready?" Your interviewer asks. You nod and Jean gives you a nervous look. "Hey, kids...why don't you go into the sitting room. We'll come get you later, yeah?" you say softly. Your twins start to whine but they also start their walk to the sitting room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, I'll count you off now," your cameraman says. You both nod, waiting for the interviewer to start asking you questions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, I'll count you off now," your cameraman says. You both nod, waiting for the interviewer to start asking you questions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, it's such an honor to meet you both. Seven years together...amazing. You've been together for almost a decade now," your interviewer starts.

"It's been interesting but it's been nice getting to know my girlfriend of seven years now," Jean says jokingly. "Oh stop it," you reply teasingly.

"How have you changed since the Bachelorette?"

You take a deep breath and Jean looks down awkwardly. "Well, we've been cautious. Obviously, with our privacy but also with the people we allow in our circle," you answer. "We've been in contact with a few contestants and it's been on and off. We've learned that trust is key...not only in marriage but who we bring into it," Jean says.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is in your life right now? Have you been in contact with your father? What about Levi?"

Jean clinches his fist and you take it in your hand, letting him know you were still here with him. "Well, Bertholdt and Reiner are still one of our biggest friends," you answer. Reiner and Bertholdt had a baby recently, a little girl named Gabi, but you decided not to announce that to protect their privacy. "Mikasa and I are still friends and we're still trying to get used to Eren being in her-our lives." Mikasa and Eren met up again and Mikasa was still head over heels for him. You were uncomfortable (because of his silence when his fans harassed your husband) at first but he was good to her. "The twins absolutely adore Levi and Erwin. They're their grandpas," you finish. You still hadn't answered the question about Jean's father.

"And your father? Mr. Kirstein?"

"My father is not in my life. Please stop asking."

The interviewer purses their lips, now feeling embarrassed. “I apologize, Mr. Kirstein. I’ll ask the next question: what are some obstacles you’ve faced in your relationship?”

“Well, we thought we had communication down. But we didn’t…at least not completely. But we managed,” you say.

“I think our children are proof of it,” Jean suddenly includes.

You glare at him and slap his hand, non verbally telling him to shut up. He only gives you a cheeky smile.

The rest of the questions were about hardships, what turned you both on, and your hopes for the future.

When the interviewer finally announced that the last question was coming up, you couldn’t have been happier.

“What are three things you appreciate about each other?”

You look at Jean and then back at the interviewer. “Er-well…I-“

“I appreciate how serious you get,” Jean interrupts, “ how kind you are and how dedicated you are- especially to your children and your career. I wouldn’t want anyone else but you.”

“Jean-“ your voice cracked. It always seemed like you had power over your husband and he was just your dog but he still knew how to overpower you with his words. “I don’t know what to say…you’re so dedicated to our family. Watching you play with our kids, feed them, and put them to sleep- you just prove that you're the perfect man for this job. I see how you treat your mom and I don’t worry about our children and me being mistreated. And you’re so strong. You lost the person who should have been there for you and your mom but you still worked hard and you found some peace. I love you, Jean Kirstein.

Jean takes your hand and kisses it. “I love you too, y/n l/n.”

The End.

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Outbreak (destiel drabble) 😷☕

Cas looking sadly down his phone with iron grip after texting his husband 30 minutes ago that he's just tested positive of corona virus, tries not to hold the burning tears at the back of his eyes while he sits alone inside the isolation room.

It had been a sweet beginning of the week with Dean kissing him good morning with a tray of breakfast in bed, hot soup and energy booster stuff. Dean is great at home cooking. Everything he prepares is like a meal shared with the gods guaranteed to make your day. Had he known he won't be able to see Dean for days next, he would have spend more time with his husband.

Cas is a doctor and the days went by alarmingly tough with rising numbers of people infected. He tells Dean he isn't in the ICU unit, being a Pediatrician, he's not much exposed like his fellow doctors, doesn't mean the kids don't get sick.

He assures Dean he is okay and keeps urging his husband to wash his hands, eat healthy food and almost everything he knows that can keep his husband safe while he takes care of those arriving in the hospital.

Dean is a firefighter and thus knows the importance of self-preservation in order to save many.

But five days later, Cas ends up positive.

Gone are the days he and Dean are worried about another kind of testing, but hey.

An hour later, here he is, alone and afraid of what's to come.

He imagines Dean receiving his text with dagger stabbing both their hearts. He couldn't call him without breaking. If he starts crying now, Dean will absolutely rush here and look how much good that will do them. Dean hasn't replied yet so maybe Dean hasn't read but...

Cas thinks of Dean finding their home empty, thinks of Dean reading the message plastered on their refrigerator with his three xxx. Hopes Dean doesn't touch it, seems pretty stupid now. Dean knows the importance of self preservation to save many.

He thinks of Dean in his uniform, watching the news with the others with arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles outlined. He imagined Dean changing his boots then quickly looking at the message with his green eyes, usually bright, slowly round in surprise. He thinks of Dean... been thinking of him forever with his boyish grin and dumbjokes, Cas is sure his husband's top priority would be to cheer him up despite this crisis, because only Dean could...

But he can't be with Dean and the thought hurts.

Can't be with Dean... but he can't be without Dean... but also... staying away... For Dean.

Memories flash like a slow movie wrapped in soft lights fill his eyes, and mostly it's just Dean. All of it. His head is full of Dean.

The firm lips he'd been biting on begin to quiver. His eyes blazing of flames and waterworks rush out on display.

Much more than his own pain is the picture of Dean waking up to find himself alone on the bed, in the kitchen, in the garage, on the couch they both love and make love on.

Had he known last Monday was the last time he'd see Dean, he would have told him how much he loves him and would like another lifetime with him. It breaks his heart to leave Dean when the world is dark and uncertain, the lonely place they both left behind to be together now clawing them back to its empty center.

He promised Dean he wouldn't ever leave. Promised him he would stay. Now they won't even be allowed to touch, let alone, see.

Cas doesn't know what's going to happen to them, to the world, or when it will stop and when the world will be okay. Like everyone else fumbling over the pandemic virus unprepared of its horror and colossal damage to mankind, Cas fears the future.

Roller coaster of emotion hits him real time but he wills himself to calm. For Dean.

To be strong. For Dean.

But waiting for Dean's message is nerve wracking and Castiel figures out it's only just the beginning.

Swallowing his heart, his body unusually hot and aching, Castiel leans on his knees, bows his head and wraps both hands at the back of his head waiting...

He doesn't know what.. The good news? The bad? He knows Dean will try to reach him but with the hospital already infected and probably nearing quarantined?

He wished he told Dean how much he loved him. Wished Dean didn't have to be so groggy when he kissed him goodbye. He closes his eyes and prays.

I want to see him.

Loud voices outside alert Castiel who raise his head to the door in confusion. Seconds next, the door burst open and to Castiel's horror and relief, Dean comes barging in, eyes glaring like a mad dragon hot and flaring and searching for its unabandoned treasure.

Their eyes instantly locked and whatever it is that's keeping Castiel's expression deadpan, crumbles to pieces when he sees his husband whose green eyes flicker over him-

"Cas!" Dean yells like his life depended on it.

"D-Dean!" the voice didn't belong to him. Emotion hits skyhigh and before he knows it, he's standing up and the angry growl of command comes washing everything out of his system. "You get the hell away from here, Dean!"

Dean startles because Cas is really angry. At the back of his mind, he knew Dean was gonna pull this. That Dean would break heaven and hell to get to him but to see it in progress- one emotions remains.

Love.

So much love for Dean to the point of sending him away. He sees Dean's eyes on him for a moment, then he's gone and in three steps yanks Castiel on his arms.

"Idiot." Dean hisses, warm cheeks pressing hard on the side of Castiel's head, making the doctor's heart thunder against their pressing chest.

Cas smells ash and singed hair on Dean as the doctor tries to pull away, but he's weak against the strong arms he didn't know he's been craving a lot. Dean whose presence immediately send sparks of life in his dull existence, "Kinda little too late for that, don't you think? I think I'm positive already."

"What?"

"There's fire on Fifth ave right before you messaged. Had to rescue an old man on wheelchair stuck on the 10th floor. He's on quarantine already. They don't think he will survive."

Castiel gasps on his husband's chest, his hands curling on the man's waist.

"Dean... Are you...?"

"I think so." Dean noses the back of Cas ear, leaving warm on the places his mouth while Cas shuts his eyes as if in pain.

"It's alright, they are husbands." says a voice flatly coming from the door where a medical worker in full equipper suit against contamination is frowning. "Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to stay still until we get more personnel-"

"I'm not going anywhere." Dean rumbles, his arms around Castiel digging solid and pulling even closer, almost rendering his husband breathless. Castiel stays in those protective arms feeling light headed and safe.

"Dean..." he begins softly, all emotions given in one name.

"So... This is us making do on till death do us part?" Dean chuckles but his quaking voice betrayed him. The way he holds Castiel like he can hold him forever.

"We don't even know if you're really infected, Dean! I don't want to think of you dying..."

"What are you talkin about? I'm already dead without you, honey..."

"That's a depressing thought." he tightly grips the fabric of Dean's jacket and buries his nose on the burrow of his husband's neck. Delight and dread mixes together, but it's hard not to cling for support when he's so weary and so alone.

"We won't die, Cas. We'll win this thing too like how we won the others. Okay?"

Castiel's logic wants to argue, wants to point out hundreds of scenarios why this hugging and embracing is bad. He thinks of the many cases already spreading in the world and of Dean adding in theit number. In a world where the future seems bleak, one voice speaks the loudest in his ears.

"We'll get through this together."

"Mr. Winchester," says a voice from the door again, "I'm afraid you're gonna have to let go of Mr. Winchester. For now, if you please."

Dean sighs and he and Cas parts a little to get a good look at the other. Cas almost whimpers because he thought he'd never see those green eyes, those freckles that makes his husband...

"I hate em polite people. Makes you guilty after punching one of their security off."

"Dean!"

"He's wearing the helmet and covers, alright? It's my hand that hurts."

Castiel clicks his tongue. "So what are we going to do now?"

Dean looks over his shoulder to the waiting medical team, then whips his head back to his husband, cups Cas' small frame on his large hands and pulls him- just pulls him into a very mouthwatering deep kiss.

And nobody stopped them.

At least till the doctors are groaning and calling for support.

"You're gonna have to bear for a month till you're both cleared, Mr. Winchester, Mr. Winchester. Let's try not to make another string of the virus. I would not need to remind you to wash your hands, but for fucksake, hands off."

It was better safe than sorry.✨

#would like to thank the real heroes fighting corona 😷 stay healthy and please be strong!

#not intended for any offense ✌

[adahegerbergfc]

orlando drafted a goalkeeper who they signed in june right before they dropped out of the tournament. i'm pretty sure she has been in orlando training with the team so they would only need to find 1 keeper.

Thanks for the info! I knew that they had signed a third keeper before Utah, I was just going based off the roster that’s available here. When I went back and reread the article about signing her it sounds like it may have been a short term signing for the Challenge Cup to make up for waiving Lainey Burdett. Which might be why their roster doesn’t list her currently. 

If she’s still training with the team that’s a good sign, and I’m glad they’ve got at least one backup keeper already. I imagine they’ll end up signing her again ahead of the roster announcement, and maybe we’ll get information about whether it’s another short term thing or if they’ll keep her long term as a replacement for Ash. 

Like I said, they made some (mostly) good draft picks this year, and not all of them were given long term contracts ahead of the tournament in Utah, so they might end up using them on their roster as well. Since the games start next week I imagine we’ll have more info this week.

[softforcal]

listen i'm an absolute hoe for your headcanons and maybe one of a slytherin!ash and hufflepuff!reader? (as hufflepuff as ashton is that boy is a fucking slytherin to the core i swear)

Slytherin!Ashton x Hufflepuff!Reader

-bae. i love you so much. you are such a fucking queen. like your blog really inspired me to create mine so i just want to say like, im dying that you trusted me enough to send this request and hopefully do it justice

-you are bae

-okay. lets go then :)

-so you’re a Hufflepuff and it’s funny because all the girls in your house have a thing for Ashton because he’s this kind of odd Slyther-puff mixture

-like he’s super sweet and funny and charming and definitely has Puff traits

-but at the same time this guy is loyal as fuck to his friends and he can be pretty sarcastic and intimidating when he needs to be, plus he’s a mischievous little fuck so there’s that too

-and he definitely has this whole bad boy vibe

-then there’s the whole thing about him being an absolute savage on the Quidditch Pitch

-like, he has a reputation for being such a brutal, conniving, ambitious, Quidditch mastermind and anyone who has to play against him knows that he will 100% hit a ball your direction and not worry about hurting you if it means getting his team a victory

-and you? well you’re just a little Hufflepuff squish

-so you’ve been going to school together for a few years, you’ve had similar classes and you’ve definitely noticed Ashton a lot, he’s pretty good friends with your friend Hufflepuff!Calum

-Ash also hangs out with Slytherin!Michael and Gryffindor!Luke

-those four are always getting in trouble because Ashton has some sort of plan and then Luke wants to do it because he’s the ‘brave Gryffindor’ and Calum always comes back laughing his ass off about the whole thing and sharing the details

-one day you’re in a hallway studying when Ashton runs past you, then stops, turns around and sits down on the floor next to you, “i need you to pretend we’re studying.” he states

-you’re about to ask what he means when Filch comes hobbling down the hall, his eyes fixed on Ashton, “what do you think you’re doing?” Filch asks

-”studying with Y/N.” Ashton says

-Filch looks to you and you take a breath before saying “it’s true. we’ve been studying.”

-Filch glares, “mark my works Irwin, i will catch you next time.”

-as soon as Filch is gone you turn to Ashton and he’s just like “so what are you studying anyways?”

-you give him the book to look at and his eyes skim over it, he notices you looking at him and he grins, “i enchanted one of his dust pans to not be able to pick up dust.” Ashton explains, “thats why he’s mad.”

-Ashton hands you the book back and stands, “anyways, thanks for the save, see you around.”

-you watch him go and are still kinda flustered, i mean, he just coerced you into helping him get away with Mischief. now you know why Calum is always covering for Ashton

-your day continues and when its over you head to the Hufflepuff common room, Cal is there and grins when he sees you “there you are! hows it feel being bad?” he teases

-you get a little flustered, “i’m not bad-”

-”Ash says otherwise.” Cal grins

-your heart is pounding like out of your chest, “what did he say?” you squeak

-”aw, nothing bad, i’m just playing.” Cal assures you, “Ash just said you looked really cute all flustered and lying to Filch.”

-Ashton fucking Irwin called you cute?

-yeah, your little Hufflepuff heart can’t handle it

-”don’t tell Ash i told you though.” Calum says

-”i wont.” you say before scurrying away

-not being able to sleep that night because wtf, Ashton thinks you’re cute

-going for breakfast the next morning and Cal sits down next to you, you’re shocked when Ashton sits down across from you

-like Ash has sat at the Hufflepuff table before with Cal, usually their group sits either at Slytherin or Hufflepuff (never Gryffindor) and usually when he sits at the Hufflepuff table all the girls swoon around the group of gorgeous guys

-and now he’s sitting across from you

-”up for another adventure?” Ash grins at you

-”we can’t drag her into this again Ash.” Cal sighs, “she’s too innocent.”

-”i bet she has a dirty side, don’t you Y/N?” Ashton grins at you

-you die inside because how the fuck is this even happening

-”stop picking on Hufflepuffs.” Slytherin!Michael says as he sits down next to Ashton, “you’re going to give one of these girls a fucking heart attack some day.”

-Ashton rolls his eyes but is just like, “so, Ravenclaw vs Slytherin Quidditch match this weekend, you guys coming?”

-and its an odd question, because of course Michael is going (he’s the announcer) and Calum always goes… so the question is more directed towards you? but he’s trying to be nonchalant about it?

-of course his friends don’t play along because they both turn to look at you

-”i think i have school work-” you begin to say

-Ashton laughs, “wow, okay, didn’t realize Hufflepuffs could be so harsh.”

-you try to fix your mistake but they all are laughing

-”she would rather do homework than watch you play mate, that’s sad.” Michael is giggling

-they change the topic and conversation continues, it’s mostly them talking to each other about stuff that they’ve done, Ashton explains the incident the day before, it’s just good conversation and then the breakfast is done and you all get up to head to class

-”hey, Y/N, wait up.” Ashton says, catching up to you, “we have class together.” he states

-you know that but you had no idea he’s even noticed that this is one of the classes you share, he usually sits in the back with the other Slytherins while you’re somewhere in the middle with the Hufflepuffs

-”what can i do to convince you to come to the game?” Ashton says as the two of you walk to class

-”i’m really sorry if it seemed like i don’t think its interesting to watch you play-” you begin to apologize again

-Ashton waves his hand, “don’t worry about it, what will make you come?”

-”i’m sure you have enough Hufflepuff fans coming already-”

-”so? i want you there.” he states.

-wow, he is going for it. you’ve never had a Slytherin chase after you before but now the stories about Slytherins who are ambitious and do whatever they can to get what they want are true

-”i guess i can make time-” you sigh

-”great.” he grins as the two of you enter class

-you’re about to go to your regular seat but Ash grabs your hand, “nah, you’re sitting with me today.”

-and he leads you to the general Slytherin area while they all stare at you and your Hufflepuff friends watch with big eyes

-it’s the back corner of the class

-everyone knows Ashton always sits in the back corner because he usually slacks off in class or sleeps (word is that he has a different girl every night and thats why he never gets any sleep but you are really starting to doubt that rumour)

-so you follow him to the back of the class, “i’m not taking someone else’s seat am i?” you ask awkwardly

-”Luke usually sits here but he’s sick today.” Ashton answers

-so Ashton has always been flirty with Hufflepuffs, hell he has a whole Hufflepuff fan club of girls who love him, but he never really sits with any of them except Calum

-and yet there you are

-you see girls from his fan club looking at you

-and of course the Slytherin girls are giving you the evil eye as well because Ashton is big news

-you’re trying to pay attention to the teacher and Ashton is kinda just sitting there looking bored

-he tries to talk to you a few times but you make it really obvious that you have to pay attention

-”Classic Hufflepuff.”

-finally you’re just like “yes Ashton, i am Hufflepuff, i pay attention in class and i don’t break the rules, i like getting school work done and yes, if that means missing a Quidditch game, then i do, now if you would please stop distracting me.”

-his eyes kinda widen and he laughs a little but leans back in his chair and doesn’t say anything for the rest of class

-you can’t believe you snapped at him?

-is his Slytherin-ness rubbing off on you already?

-lied to Filch and now you’re snapping at people?

-class ends and you immediately turn to apologize to Ashton and he just laughs, “stop apologizing so much, you’re right. you are a Hufflepuff and i need to respect that.”

-”you’re not mad at me?” you ask nervously as the two of you leave the class

-he shakes his head, “no, besides,” he does that super sweet thing were the guy kinda grabs your cheek you know? “you’re cute when your angry.”

-and then he’s turning and going to his class and you’re standing there shooketh

-classes continue and your last class is also with Ashton, you enter the room and he’s already in the back so you take your seat in the middle

-you’re surprised when someone sits next to you and you turn to see Ashton, he doesn’t look at you though, just looks towards the board where the homework is written down and he begins to scribble it onto a piece of paper

-”what are you doing?” you ask

-”i’m writing down the homework.” he answers

-before you can say anything else, class starts.

-he doesn’t interrupt you at all. in fact, he actually is taking notes and being a good student?

-more shook

-class ends and Ashton turns to you, “i’m thirsty.” he states, “are you thirsty?”

-being kinda confused for a moment because Slytherin’s have been known to say kinda odd shit that is secretly sexual or sometimes talk in weird code and thirsty might mean dtf but you don’t know

-Ashton can see that you’re trying to figure out what he’s saying

-”by thirsty i mean actually thirsty, like, do you want to go get a Butterbeer?” he clarifies

-”um yeah, sure.” you say, laughing that he needed to clarify the whole thing

-so the two of you begin to walk down to the Three Broomsticks

-he tells you about this new secret passage he found and how it makes it easier to get to some classes, he talks about Quidditch for a bit, he talks about Michael almost getting caught in a prank the other day and how he had to step in and protect him because Slytherin’s are loyal

-”i honestly didn’t expect you to help me out with Filch.” he states, “lying out of loyalty is more of a Slytherin thing so i didn’t expect you to lie for me. but you did. and i wanted to say thanks again. i appreciate it.”

-”no problem, it was just a little white lie.” you grin

-continuing to talk until you get drinks then just hanging out and having a good time, walking back to the school and Ashton drops you off at your common room, saying hi to Cal as you get eye-murdered by some Hufflepuff girls, then he leaves

-”so you and Ashton.” Cal grins

-practically dying on Calum’s shoulder because you’re finally able to let out all your anxiety and be super wtf about your whole day being insane

-”not going to lie Y/N, always thought you’d end up with a Hufflepuff but Ashton’s a nice guy, for a Slytherin.” Calum shrugs

-the week continues and Ashton sits with you in all the classes you have together, something Luke was not a fan of when he came back from being sick

-Luke coming back and realizes Ashton is flirting with a Hufflepuff and suddenly Luke is roasting the shit out of Ashton

-”so you and a puff?” Luke grins, “never saw that coming.”

-”i’m not surprised,” Michael laughs, “Ash and Cal have been practically married for years.”

-”it’s not Ashton’s fault he has a soft spot for Hufflepuffs.” Cal shrugs

-so it’s game day and at breakfast you’re sitting with all four of them, something thats become almost normal for the five of you

-Ash has to leave early for warm up but before he goes he turns to you, “here, a final incentive for you to come to the game.” he states, wrapping his green scarf around your neck

-”great, now you’re guilt tripping the poor Puff.” Luke laughs

-Ashton rolls his eyes and leaves

-you are wearing Ashton fucking Irwin’s green scarf

-it dawns on you after a little while that usually only girlfriends wear scarves

-the looks of jealousy from other girls are insane

-going to the game and Ashton is fucking gorgeous as a beater, lets be serious

-Slytherin wins and the four of you go down to the pitch to congratulate Ashton  

-as you go in for a hug he grabs your face and kisses you while his friends all whistle

-pulling away a flustered mess because holy shit

-he just thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing all flustered

-he just loves seeing you flustered

-no other house gets as flustered as Hufflepuffs do and you are the cutest flustered little Puff he’s ever seen

-he’s always felt protective of Hufflepuffs but with you it was almost instant, from the first time he saw the look of panic when you realized you had to lie to save him from Filch, but then you had?

-yeah he’d known it since that moment that the only Slytherin he ever wanted corrupting you, was him

-”you’re so cute.” he says, looking down at you as you attempt to hide your flustered Hufflepuff self against his chest

-”sorry i’m so flustered.” you laugh

-he lets out the cutest giggle and is just like “you’re perfect.”

-and thus begins the relationship

-this was such a long build up i am so sorry. wanted that semi-slow burn for this one because this is such a cute pairing

-and Hufflepuffs be flustered ya’ll

-after that you two are practically a couple

-it’s not official

-but like, you go on super cute dates where his one goal is to make you smile so much your face hurts, and get so flustered you have to hide against his chest, he loves that

-lots of hugs

-he’s such a softy for you

-and he’s loyal as fuck. so like. he doesn’t even look at other girls anymore

-and people are shook

-little corruptions

-like him showing you a secret passage to get to class early

-but of course this boy would rather make out with you in said secret passage, so actually arriving to class slightly late

-you getting all flustered because you’re late and he just giggles at how cute you are

-secret passages definitely being a thing for you two

-because the fact that the two of you probably shouldn’t be in the secret passage gets your heart racing even more than the gorgeous boy kissing you, so together? your heart is practically leaping out of your chest

-Ashton has been best friends with Hufflepuff!Cal for ages so he’s already welcome in the Hufflepuff common room and he knows his way around so people seeing him there isn’t an odd thing

-but it still gets your heart racing to try to sneak him up to your room

-he’s so chill with it and laughs at how sneaky you try to be about it

-he just thinks everything you do is adorable

-the first time you have sex being super sweet and loving because you’re his soft Hufflepuff and he doesn’t want to hurt or damage you

-but after the first time? if you have a kinky side he almost has a heart attack

-His sweet Hufflepuff? has a kinky side? oof

-he’d find it so fucking hot

-like Jesus Christ, seeing his normally innocent Puff get wild would definitely do things to this boy

-but you only get freaky in the bedroom

-so like, if you’re in class and he even puts his hand on your upper thigh you get all flustered and cute again and it makes him laugh

-its his little secret that you’re secretly wild behind closed doors

-he would feel so fucking honoured about that too

-he’s just so soft on you

-lots of face kissing because it makes you laugh

-yeah, your smile is his top priority

-and if anyone messes with you, Ashton will fuck them up

-wearing his scarf to games

-never missing a game after the first kiss because you’re his good luck charm

-he knows you so well

-this soft Slytherin just wants some cuddles

-so at first you had a good influence on him and paying attention in class but after a while he gets too distracted by you and likes playing with your hair instead

-and you can never study with this boy because studying always leads to sex

-Ashton coming to a study sesh to see the other guys there too and he whines because it’s obviously a tactic to get him to actually study and not just jump your bones

-and they all know it too

-Cal and Michael always groaning about the two of you because they both have to hear it about it all the time

-Luke living in a nice bliss where he gets to see the two of you being cute but thats it

-Ashton trying to teach you to be meaner to people and not apologize so much

-”and then you say ‘fuck you.’” “Ash i really don’t want to-” “come on Princess, repeat after me… ‘fuck you.’” “fuck-Ash is this really necessary? what if i just say ‘you’re mean’ that will get them for sure.”

-so much laughing because you’re such a sweetie

-the first time he hears you swear at someone his heart actually stops and he takes you to celebrate in a secret passage way ;)

-okay so this is 3000 words and i have to stop because wtf, this pairing though is just so fucking cute wtf

[were-thing]

Lore Breakdown of "Reunion"

Since you guys seemed to like my breakdown of Shooting Star, here ya go, yell at me if I get anything wrong I guess.

1. McCree wasn't a Deadlock grunt.

Unlike what some, if not most of us thought, It's likely McCree was by no means low-ranking and Deadlock, and never was. McCree was one of the founders of Deadlock, he showed Ashe to steal when they were children, basically turning her to a life of crime. McCree was certainly second in command of Deadlock by the time of the Overwatch raid, which makes McCree's recruitment even more astounding! To those of you who don't know, there was an Overwatch (possibly just Blackwatch but same difference, I need a lore refresh) raid on Deadlock at it's height, leading to McCree's arrest, interrogation and recruitment into Blackwatch. It's one thing to pick up a kid, with no future in sight and good with a gun to be in your hush-hush military organization, but the second in command of gang large enough and dangerous enough to warrant an Overwatch raid? At this point, McCree *has* a future, it's not necessarily a pretty one, or a good one, but he's absolutely someone of note, and he's only about 17 if I remember right. When Reaper snarls "Here's where I picked up the damn ingrate" He's not talking about saving McCree from the gang, he's either talking about saving McCree from a life in prison or saving McCree from himself, giving McCree a future in Blackwatch and later Overwatch. I don't think Reyes is solely picking up the "charity cases", I think the man goes after potential. McCree, Genji, Moira and in one interaction he even talks about wanting Hanzo on the Blackwatch team. They all share one thing in conmon: their skill. I think it's crazy McCree was even accepted in Blackwatch when looking at his track record, but it's no suprise to me that after being accepted in McCree was probably Reyes' second in command. He already had experience, after all.

TD;LR: Reyes has balls.

2. Ashe's full name is Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe.

Her parents were extremely wealthy business owners, might as well have a pretentious name to show it!

3. Echo.

I could find very little on her, sorry in advance. I'm not even sure how we know her name, if I'm being honest. From what I can assume, she's either somehow linked to Athena or to Vishkar, which I'll get to later but first I'll be focusing on this: We've seen her before. Not in shorts, comics or anything like that but in reject characters. Echo has been something the Blizzard team has been working on for a veeery long time, before Overwatch was even being /called/ Overwatch. This is important, people! She's been a character they've been working on since before Genji was named Genji! She's probably going to be *huge* for the lore but I don't know how yet. Tumblrs being funny with pictures so I can't really add them but she's mostly shown up in the background, once as a scrapped character called "Iris" and if that sounds familiar, it is! The Iris (what Zenyatta and the Shambali monks worship) hasn't really been explained or talked about from what I'm aware of but I don't think Echo is the actual Iris, I think the Blizzard team probably just reused the name. Another time we see her is in a line-up of heros, including some we know and love like Torbjörn and Tracer but others we have no clue about. What's interesting about this is that (if im not mistaken) theres an Athena logo on her chassis, and for a long time I assumed this was an omnic controlled by Athena. More suprisingly we also see an incredibly similar chassis INGAME. In the Temple of Anubis map, theres a pile of robot parts located on the elevated platform between the attackers spawn and the first point, right near the bridge. Despite never seeing this type of Omnic before, Echo's body type might not be as unique as we think! The symbol displayed on her forehead looks very similar to the Vishkar logo and her face could easily be made out of hardlight, so maybe Vishkar had a hand in building omnics? Only time will tell us who she really is!

TL;DR: No clue who this robotic lady is!

4. B.O.B. is probably more than a butler.

This is more of a headcanon than anything but just looking at B.O.B. begs the question: why would a butler need to be so massive? B.O.B. was hired by Ashe's chronically-absent parents, and was probably intended to take on a caretaker role too, but from his size I can easily guess that he might also be intended as a bodyguard.

5. McCree and Ashe still care about each other.

From the way they talk to each other, McCree's facial expressions and Ashe's picture of them on her motorcycle, it's clear Ashe and McCree still care for each other in their own different and weird ways. McCree for one, doesn't kill Ashe when he had a golden opportunity to, and even sends her back to Deadlock's base and he doesn't kill B.O.B. either. You could argue that McCree didn't want to kill her because she didn't warrant it but. like. she runs a gang. She's literally the leader of a gang, that just blew up a train. It's pretty clear he doesn't want her dead. You could also argue that Ashe would be okay with killing McCree but I think she wasn't aiming to kill and wasn't serious about getting B.O.B. to rip his arm off. Judging by how she has a picture of her, McCree and B.O.B. playing cards together on her motorcycle, I think she wants her buddy back. I could, of course, be wrong.

6. McCree is rejoining Overwatch, but not immediately.

What it says on the tin. I wonder what he's going to do now?

[sage-nebula]

i have always imagined jou's pokemon team to include a shiny charizard becase red eyes, so this makes me extremely happy. why does he call her akane and who else have you imagined for his team? i'm so curious

We had the exact same thought! A long, long time ago when I developed a team for Jounouchi my first thought was to give him a shiny charizard because of Red-Eyes. It’s so perfect, there’s no way I couldn’t. ♥ Anyway, I chose the nickname “Akane” for her because Jounouchi is Japanese and “aka” means “red,” but I’ve now realized that I was being a foolish fool and missed the most obvious—he should call her “Akame,” rather than “Akane.” While “Akane” is a more normal name, “Akame” is a more direct translation of Red-Eyes, given that it can be written with the following kanji:

赤 = Aka = “Red”

目 = Me =  “Eye, class, look, insight, experience, care, favor”

These two kanji together literally form “red-eyes” (meant to mean “bloodshot eyes” but whatever), so it’s perfect, especially since it sounds close enough to “Akane” to work. It’s a play on the name and a play on words and it’s the perfect nickname for his shiny charizard (who didn’t originally have red eyes as a shiny charmander, but whatever).

Anyway, I always imagined Jounouchi’s full team to be something like:

(Shiny) Charizard — Akame: As discussed, he has a female shiny charizard named Akame. She was his starter, and was actually passed over by other kids because her yellowish scales looked “sickly” compared to other charmander who were “normal” colored, and so no one wanted her. (Because after all, in-universe shinies don’t seem to be prized; it’s just in the real world that game players care about them.) Jounouchi, used to being passed over and thought of as undesirable, felt a strong draw to her, and so he chose her without a second thought. She’s been his most loyal partner ever since. (I imagine she could also mega evolve into Mega Charizard Y, to keep the black scales and red eyes even after mega evolution.) 

Aegislash — Masamune: Jounouchi has numerous cards that are associated with swords: Shield and Sword (which aegislash is a perfect representation of), Flame Swordsman, Swordsman of Landstar, and so on. And when he played Bakura’s TRPG Monster World, his character was a warrior who wielded a sword in hand. I feel that, given that Jounouchi is associated with swords numerous times throughout the series, a pokémon like aegislash is really fitting for him, particularly since aegislash’s form changing throughout the battle makes it an unpredictable opponent, and this rather fits Jounouchi’s battle style since he tends to adapt and battle on the fly. Finally, the name Masamune comes from Gorou Nyuudou Masamune, one of (if not the) most famous swordsmiths in Japanese history.

Scrafty — Gaki: Scrafty, I feel, is a good representation for Jounouchi’s early days in Hirutani’s gang, given that scrafty is supposed to be a representation of punks and, well, chinpira (at least in pokémon form, because we all know that Team Skull are the human chinpira of the PokéWorld). Akame was Jounouchi’s starter, but I feel that this scrafty—originally a scraggy—would have been his second or third pokémon. “Gaki” means “brat; twerp; urchin; little devil” in Japanese (and is actually harsher than “jari,” so I feel that kind of says something about how Jessie and James refer to Ash & Co., that they use “jari” instead of “gaki” in Japanese), and I like to imagine that this pokémon started out by routinely trying to steal food and other things from Jounouchi, hence Jounouchi chasing him off while calling him a “punk” or “brat.” Eventually Jounouchi caught him, and tried to name him something nicer, but by that time the then-scraggy wouldn’t respond to anything else and so the name stuck. I imagine we could easily just translate this to “Punk,” and that might be easier for English readers, but in the original Japanese it’d be “Gaki.” (And it’s fitting, anyway, since this little one has a Naughty nature. So just—Jounouchi: [holding Gaki up] “Stinky.”Yuugi: “No! Don’t be mean!”Jounouchi: [swinging Gaki back and forth] “Stinky bastard man.”Yuugi: “No!!”Honda: “Naughty boy. Brat ‘mon.”Yuugi: “NOOOO!!”Jounouchi: [sends a picture of Gaki under a laundry basket with a book on it] “pnshd 4 stealin my riceball wen i lookd away 4 1 sec crimes”Yuugi: “NOOOO BABY BOY”Honda: “I have no sympathy for this prisoner.” 

Whimsicott — Migawari: a.k.a. Scapegoat! Scapegoat is one of my favorites of Jounouch’s cards that he uses, because they’re just so cute, and he tends to use them in pretty clever ways, I feel. Thus, it feels only natural to represent that on his team, particularly since it gives him some more type variety as well. (And I mean, that fairy-typing in particular could make Migawari here his li’l dragon killer.) “Migawari” means “substitute; sacrifice; scapegoat,” so he’s pretty clearly named after the card, here (even if, in this universe, those cards don’t exist).

Golurk — Jinzo: It’s another ghost-type, and again, Jounouchi is not fond of those—but it’s also a gentle giant and Jounouchi probably wouldn’t even realize it’s a ghost-type at first. Jinzo is probably Jounouchi’s most memorable monster after Red-Eyes, and so I feel it needs a representation on his pokémon team. On the extra plus side, “jinzo” is an actual word in Japanese that means “artificial; man-made; synthetic; imitation,” so I don’t even have to get creative with the nickname. Jinzo is Jinzo in every incarnation.

Silvally — Mikata: So I hesitated a lot with this one, because Type: Null and its evolution silvally are really special pokémon, in the sense that you can’t readily catch them in the wild. However, I ultimately decided that silvally was the right choice for a few reasons.First and foremost, Jounouchi gets his hands on quite a few rare cards throughout the duelist arc through strokes of fortune and victory. Although he has just started out, by the time he reaches Pegasus’ castle he has already obtained the Red-Eyes Black Dragon through a duel with Ryuuzaki, and Jounouchi later says that it’s one of the most valuable items he owns, period. Over the course of Battle City, he manages to win cards like Insect Queen and Jinzo, and again, these are specifically stated to be rare and valuable cards. Jounouchi didn’t seek these cards out, nor did he buy them, and so I think it’s possible that he’d obtain Type: Null in a similar kind of way—that he’d get it from a trainer who didn’t want it, or rescue it from Aether Paradise scientists, or what have you. How I’m not entirely sure (hell, maybe he even befriends Gladion and Gladion gives him one? Who knows), but I don’t think it’s out of the question considering how Jounouchi gets his rare cards in the YGO canon.Secondly, during Battle City, Bakura makes an observation that Jounouchi’s cards are all grotesque, and Jounouchi gets offended, saying it’s not like he wanted them (though Bakura cheerfully says that he loves grotesque things lmao). Type: Null’s appearance is … a bit disturbing, to say the least, given that it’s a chimera that has been spliced together, and that huge control helmet it has to wear. So again, I think it fits with the theme of the cards that Jounouchi got over his time as a duelist—the ones he won / was gifted, that he didn’t specifically seek out, but kept and treasured anyway, no matter how “grotesque” they were.Lastly, I feel that Type: Null / silvally really represents Jounouchi’s own growth over the course of the series. Type: Null, when first born, was forced to wear a control helmet to restrict its power because it was prone to violent rampages and outbursts that severely endangered others. In fact, not only was it forced to wear the helmet, but all members of its species were cryogenically frozen save for the one Gladion stole. However, over the course of bonding with its trainer and coming to understand friendship, Type: Null evolved into the much more beautiful silvally. The control helmet was removed, it realized its full potential and power, and, again, the rough edges of its appearance were worn away and it became much more beautiful.In a way, Jounouchi undergoes a similar transformation over the course of the manga. When we first meet him in the beginning of the series, Jounouchi feels isolated and alone despite his friendship with Honda, he has no hopes or dreams for the future and scoffs at the idea of having any, and he’s so miserable that he channels this through bullying and violence. He’s not as bad as he was pre-canon, given that he had at least chosen to leave Hirutani’s gang even before we meet him, but he’s still in pretty rough shape. But when Yuugi defends him from Ushio and offers him friendship, for the first time Jounouchi sees an opportunity for something different, something better. And in his own words, when he returns the piece of the Millennium Puzzle he stole, “for the first time in [my] life, I started to like myself a little.” Jounouchi’s initial change is substantial, but his full character development doesn’t happen overnight. Early on in the series he’s still getting into fights that Yuugi questions him about, and he has trouble controlling his emotions even into the third volume (see: his outbursts during Death-T), which speak to the abuse he’s suffered throughout his life and the way that trauma has developed him. But as the series goes on, Jounouchi heals more and more, and truly goes into an admirable, beautiful hero. Much like how Type: Null evolves into silvally through friendship, Jounouchi develops and grows into a much better person thanks to the bond he has with Yuugi. (Something that can be shown, but can’t be seen …)So I think that silvally is a fitting final pokémon for Jounouchi, particularly since evolving a partner via friendship is precisely the type of thing he could do, even accidentally (and arguably even something he did, because Yuugi’s own growth is a result of his bond with Jounouchi, too!). “Mikata” means “friend; ally; supporter,” which I feel fits with the theme that Gladion himself chose when naming this species.

And as a final pick, if Jounouchi had a legendary pokémon that decided to watch over him / pick him as a chosen one, I think that legendary pokémon would be Victini. Not only is Victini a fire-type (and Jounouchi is very often associated with fire), but Victini is also the victory pokémon, and is actually rather lucky (which Jounouchi’s life/dueling deck is based around). Stories sounding Victini say that its trainer always wins, and while Jounouchi does not always win and while pretty much all of his victories do hinge on his impressive skill, it’s worth it to note that Victini’s ability is “Victory Star,” which gives a 10% accuracy boost to its attacks. Considering Jounouchi’s deck is luck based, and that the luck usually turns in his favor, I could imagine that he had a guardian deity giving him a 10% boost whenever he used cards like Time Wizard or Graceful Dice. So if he had a legendary pokémon watching over him, I think this little patron saint of luck and victory would be the one. (Additionally, the kanji for Jounouchi’s given name, Katsuya, contains the character 克, which can mean “to skillfully overcome” and can be used in words meaning victory, so. Victini is certainly fitting in that respect, too.)

Thanks for asking!

[howlingheartdemigod]

idk if i'm late, But. Gertchase prompt where they find a stray puppy and decide to keep it (totally inspired by gregg's last ig post, whops!)

@rowansdagger

you are never too late. Seriously I am always accepting prompts. 

this took on a life of it’s own honestly, and sorry it took so long. I did no editing and am not sure if it’s any good but it’s done so woot 

“I mean, we can’t keep it.” 

It seemed barely old enough to be away from its mother, and Chase, even seeing the smile it put on Gert’s face, was concerned. Still, seeing her trying to be all voice of reason about it was the last thing any of them needed.

“Says who?” He asked, the hand scratching the puppy’s head moving to the bottom of it’s chin. “We have a dinosaur, I think we should be allowed a dog too.”

“Another mouth to feed?” She replied, looking up at him over the frames of her glasses, as the small thing in her arms wiggled, then settled against her chest, pushing its nose against her collar. “I think Alex would have a fit if we left to get groceries and came back with a dog. It’s not like he’s thrilled about Old Lace.”

She’d tilted her head in a way that made him want to lift his hand from the pup to her cheek, kiss her, tell her they’d figure it out. But he wasn’t allowed to do that. He wasn’t allowed to want her. He knew better. He pulled his hand away, feeling like he was maybe too close to her, maybe intruding, maybe against her wishes.

“I guess, but what are we supposed to do. We can’t walk into a shelter.” He frowned. “How about we bring it back to the hostel, just for the night, and figure out to do then.”

Gert pressed her lips. “One night.” She agreed.

Alex did have a fit when they got back, but he shut up when Chase, over Gert’s shoulder where she couldn’t see, gave him a look of warning.

“We should probably name the dog.” Chase said absently, tugging on the shoelace they were using as a tug rope. The dig had been a hit with everyone, once everyone agreed they could watch after it for a day, (“Or two.” Molly had added while cuddling the dog.) Nico and Karolina were coming up with somewhere for it to sleep that it wouldn’t crawl out of, and Molly was off finding things to use as toys. “We can’t just keep calling it ‘the dog.’”

“If we name it we’ll get attached.” Gert said from the couch behind him, reading some tome she’d found.

Chase squinted over his shoulder at her. “So you’re not already attached?” He said, an accusing tone.

Gert glanced at him, a smile threatening to break through the facade she had up. “Nope.” She said, turning her eyes back to the book.

Chase hummed, scooping the dog up. “Really?” He asked, holding it next to his face, pouting a little. “You don’t love this cute little face already?”

If he wasn’t so sure she didn’t want anything, he would have sworn there was a blush appearing on her cheeks. She reached a hand out and scratched the puppy’s head, receiving a happy noise in return. “This is entrapment, Stein.”

“I don’t that that applies when it’s just me being right.” He replied.

Gert’s lips pulled in a smile, and parted to speak, but Molly rushed back in the room with a tennis ball from who knows where. Chase leaned away, setting the dog down, and wondering if he was imagining it that Gert had to pull herself away too. Like she was fighting the same magnetic pull he was.

The third day with the dog they started brainstorming.

“How about Rover?” He was mostly kidding with that one, sitting on one edge of the couch, Gert’s feet in his lap, the dog asleep on her stomach.

“I’m not gonna acknowledge that one.” She said, fingers brushing his head. “How about… Ronald.” She said, a smirk on her lips that he almost missed.

“How about Microwave?”

That earned him a laugh. “No, god no, that only works if you have, like… three pets. One Rover, one Ronald, one Microwave.”

“The three types of dog names; the weirdly cliche, the weirdly human, and the weirdly weird.” He said with a nod, the laugher still floating from her lips to grace his ears.

The moment faded slowly, comfortably, and they slipped into a quiet, both thinking.

“I mean… Since we know he’s a boy, I mean… Do you remember that project we did?” He looked up at her, hoping she knew the one.

Her eyes were fixed on the pup, but he could swear that she looked upset. “Eight Grade astronomy?” she asked.

“That’s the one.” He nodded. He’d hoped she’d remembered. It was the first time he could remember not knowing what to say to her, not knowing how to act around her. He hadn’t ever realized how pretty she was, and how no one else realized it, until the boys on the lacrosse team started talking about girls, and asked him if they were dating, if that’s why she hung around. He’d been so embarrassed, just thinking about it, he’d stayed on his phone through most of their research time at his house. He still felt bad about it. “The constellation we studied-”

“Perseus.”  She said, nodding, the look on her face masked away. “I like that. Maybe Percy for short?”

Chase smiled softly. “I like that.”

“Percy it is.” She said, meeting his eye, smiling softly.

The world was ash, the villains were dead, the heroes victorious.

The world was still on fire, the villains were parents, the heroes; children.

Chase stood, the shock blanket provided by the ambulance the Avengers had brought on his shoulders. He wouldn’t let anyone out of his sight, couldn’t. After everything, after the betrayal, after the death, after the decay, after being dead for a minute there, he couldn’t let them get hurt, never again.

His eyes kept checking over them all as adults floated around, thinking themselves important, making plans. His eyes kept catching on overgrown purple hair, and the dinosaur, wrapped around her, and the wriggling dog in her arms. Percy was big enough it wasn’t practical to hold him, but he could tell Gert was sure if she let go he’d be gone forever. For the same reason, he figured, Gert had hooked her free arm around Molly, who was asleep against her. Chase looked over again seeing the others, the remaining others were being cared for, the others who hadn’t sold them out on the promise of immortality, of eternity, at the cost of all their lives.

Chase took a breath, and sunk down next to Gert. Old Lace’s tail shifted, curling around him too, leaving nothing between them. He reached a hand out to brush over the dog, who’d shifted and wriggled around to put it’s head on his knee. His hand bumped against the one Gert had on Percy’s back, and he couldn’t help but linger.

Slowly, slowly, her head tilted and settled on his shoulder. Slowly, the other two joined them, sitting nearby. Slowly the world stopped burning, the ash blew away. And the dog on his lap fell asleep, surrounded by the family he had found. And Chase, eventually, felt like he could breath, surrounded by the family he had found.