#good boys like me need millions of knives

[sydfigs]

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hi ! I just read the smart but a dumbass s/o and would like another part for the main 10, It was too funny for me

Let's go with opening a jar of jam this time.

Undertale Sans - ... That's twenty minutes now you're struggling with that jar of jam. He counted. He asked if you wanted help several times now, but you shook it off. So he's just staring. After another ten minutes, it starts to get boring so he discreetly uses blue magic to open the jar without you noticing. You let out a savage scream when you finally manage to open it, and scream at his face that you know you could do it alone. Yeah. Totally. Great job, buddy.

Undertale Papyrus - You try, he tried. You're both desperate now, pulling with all your hands at once on the damn thing to open it. Suddenly, Papyrus has a brilliant idea! He runs to his room and comes back with a giant bear trap. He puts the jar on the trap then slams it close. Good news, the jar is opened! Bad news, it's smashed in a million pieces and Papyrus's hand stayed in the trap because he forgot he had to take it out...

Underswap Sans - He looks at you in disbelief. "DUDE. FOLLOW THE ARROW ON THE LID." Oh. You turn the lid the other way around. It magically opens O: You're baffled.

Underswap Papyrus - It seems clear to him that you two have no other choice. You need to call delivery services for your breakfast. There's no way he's not having his jar of honey in hell, you're going to find a solution and quick or he will die. The delivery guy brings them... another jam of honey. Now Honey is on the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Underfell Sans - Tch, it's because you're weak. Him strong boi. Give him the jar. He tries to open it for two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes... Then his face turns redder and redder until he explodes, throws the jar at full force on the floor and blasts it. No more jam, no more problems...

Underfell Papyrus - That's the five knives he broke on the lid. He got desperate so he called Undyne. Now he and her are hitting the jar with bones and spears, just screaming. It doesn't do anything. The jar is unbreakable. It's the worst enemy they ever had to fight. Defeated, they give you back the jar. You tried one more time, turning it the other way. It opens. ... Edge collapses on the floor and refuses to move ever again.

Horrortale Sans - He's so confused when you arrive in the room and asks for his axe. He trusts you so it gives it to you. You start to hit a poor jar of jam again and again and he's just staring, wondering if he's hallucinating again or not. He assumes he's hallucinating because what kind of idiot wouldn't know you have to turn the lid the other way to open it?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's so judging you. He tries to hide it, but his smile is weird. He's cringing so hard right now. Please let him help you. You hiss at him, covering your jar of jam like your life depends of it. .... Right. Clearly, you're distressed, and won't let him deal with this. He grabs a bone and knocks you out, opens the lid, and then puts it back in front of you like nothing happened.

Swapfell Sans - He's mad at you. You told him to use his claws to open the damn jar and he did. Now two of his claws are broken, and you still insist he uses the other ones. Nox is pissed off and hisses at you angrily, screaming that instead of eating that bullshit full of sugar you can go outside and pick a piece of fruit like a normal person.

Swapfell Papyrus - He is losing it. That's an hour you're screaming at him now, accusing him of gluing the lid to the jar and threatening him of sex abstinence if he doesn't open this shit. He's crying with laughter because he did nothing at all, and it's killing him how you're bad at it. Eventually, he takes pity on you and opens it. You scream back that you know it was open all this time, and throw the lid at his face when he starts cackling again.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He pretends he doesn't know you. He can't believe you can't even open a jar of ham. That's so cringe. You challenge him to do better if he knows so much. He takes it, opens it, and puts it back on the table, staring into your soul the whole time. .... You sit down and take your breakfast in complete silence after that.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You struggle for ten minutes and ask him if he can open it. Coffee gives you the most distressed look ever. It's like you asked him to go fetch the Moon or something. Like it's his last day on Earth, he picks up the jar of jam and tries to open it. It doesn't work. That's way too much pressure and he bursts into panic tears two minutes after that. Wine thinks you're murdering his brother and comes running to end you, only to find two dumbass unable to open some jam. He's cringing so hard.

[ggomos-maribat]

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Jason crosses his arms. “Of course she’s going as me. I’ve saved her a million times already; I’m her hero!” 

“When she didn’t even need saving, Monsieur Bucket Head,” Tim mocks. “She’s going as Red Robin. She has all the ducks I put all over the manor before!” 

“Fools,” Damian butts in. “I’m her favorite Robin. It is only right that she dresses up as Robin.” 

“Keep dreaming, little D,” Nightwing says smugly. “She’ll take inspiration from her eldest brother, a.k.a. the best vigilante ever.” 

Stephanie walks in, chuckling with Cass. She’s dressed as a witch, complete with a pointy hat and a mini cauldron with purple candy in it. Cass matches her with a vampire look: realistic fangs, red contacts and a long cloak. Both girls look at the boys with amusement. 

“What if she dresses up as Batman?” Stephanie wonders out loud. 

The brothers simultaneously freeze. 

“No!” 

“She wouldn’t!” 

“That’s preposterous!” 

Bruce strolls into the grand hall with Selina. Both are dressed elegantly for the company gala that doubles as a halloween party. “Who will dress up as Batman?” 

“Marinette,” Steph replies. 

Bruce’s face instantly lights up with pride. “That’s a good choice.” 

And to this, the others voice out their disagreement. Amidst the commotion, a figure darts down the stairs in a blur while squealing, “Selinaaaa!” 

Lo and behold, there’s Marinette, wearing a costume that is an obvious tribute to Catwoman. The sleek headpiece and tinted goggles frame her face perfectly, her suit captures all the details of Selina’s original getup, and her tail whips around with every subtle movement. 

She traps Selina in a hug, beaming brightly. “Do you like my costume?” 

Selina takes one look at the boys’ flabbergasted faces and pinches her cheek. “I love it, honey.” 

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[kankuroplease]

Who are the characters you hate in anime? and the villains you like?( for me I like Garo in one punch man 🤩)

Very few characters earn actual hate from me because I don’t take anything that serious. But anyways, this is a long post. So under the cut it goes

I can give you my strongly disliked character list;

Sae - Peach Girl. Beginning of my trust issues

MeiMei - JJK. Whole weirdo and a waste of a badass

Shou Tucker - FMA. Worst anime dad, hands down

Danzo - Naruto. Stole my boys eye, stole bug dilfs adoptive son, and a general coward that tried to act like he wasn’t

Yasui - 7 Seeds. makes my blood boil and I don’t care about his redemption

Hisoka - HxH. makes my ass itch

Zoldyck family (minus Killua and Alluka) - HxH. icky ass itches

Mr. Yashiro - Erased. Added stress to my life and subtracted a year or two because of it.

Robin - Heavenly Delusion. For OBVIOUS TW reasons

Griffith - Berserk. I need him dead yesterday

Light - Death Note. I just don’t like him

Mineta - BNHA. Why?

Koza - Samurai Champloo. I can forgive a weak character, I can not forgive a manipulative backstabbing character that is also weak

Shindo - Sk8. Unhand that boy, sir.

Favorite Villains (I don’t count them all as bad guys, but they are antagonist);

Dabi - BNHA. Yeah he did it all, and? Look at his home life.

Enji Todoroki - BNHA. Not a villain but a whole ass villain at the same time.

Madara - Naruto. He had a point

Itachi - Naruto. I know what he did, but…

Kisame - Naruto. Nart hubby #2

Obito - Naruto. I’d wait for him to get out of jail Ngl. Nart hubby

Overhaul - BNHA. Terrible. Horrendous. Belongs in jail even, but I have a visual type

Aizen - Bleach. Smash

Ulquiorra - Bleach. My boy deserved better 😭

Unohana - Bleach. I support her wrongs

Grimmjow - Bleach. He’s not so bad

Sukuna - JJK. He’s hot

Toji - JJK. I was informed he goes here but I don’t believe it 🤧

Gyutaro - Demon Slayer. Such a good big brother

Akaze - Demon Slayer. Loved his wife and won’t consume women? A wins a win

Rem - Death Note. I don’t think my baby belongs here, she’s just an amoral Pookie

Millions Knives - Trigun. It’s a love hate thing

Gilgamesh - Fate series. A beautiful disaster. 

Izaya - Durarara!! Asshole (affectionately)

Scar - FMA. The splits. I would do them for him

Broly - DBZ. Again, splits. I volunteer as tribute!

Fujimoto - Ponyo. He’s a loving father and he did nothing wrong 😤

Sesshomaru - Inuyasha. Not counting the sequel the OG mangaka would not agree with either.

Sephiroth - FFXII. not an anime but THE hottest villain and a total shame to not mention

[drunkenlionwrites]

Little hc on which love songs from my playlist I associate with Trigun boys

Vash

For Vash it's a pining song, cause I think it will take him the longest time to confess to anyone and he will be so lost in his thoughts and insecurities, but still having a liiiitle bit of positive outlook on this, maybe a pang of hope? So song is not really sad, rather bittersweet feelings of someone crushing really hard and not knowing what to do next. Lyric match Vash really good as well. Overall, a very cute song. Also, who is Vash if not a pleaser?

"Quite the people pleaser

If only I could please her"

and

"Indecisive feelings of enjoyment

Hold that thought, I think I need a moment

I'm aware there's something I should tell you

But my voice annoys me

Bite my tongue off with a smile

I can't feel it anymore"

Millions Knives

This is a dark and somber love song, inspired by Christian religious themes. If Knives could love someone else besides Vash, his love would be just as encompassing and obsessive. But he's still full of self-doubts each step, while he's trying to gaslight his crush and himself that they're a perfect match. It's also full of intricate setences, which Knives would appreciate for sure.

"I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?

Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours

If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick" and

"Found you just to tell you that I made it real far

And that I never blamed you for loving me the way that you did

While you were torn apart

I would still wait with you there" my favorite is "Am I making you feel, am I making you feel sick?

Nicholas D. Wolfood

Nick can think that he's oh so mysterious and impossible to read, but he's a simple man on the inside. With a desire to protect and nurture, just like an older brother would. If he falls in love, he falls hard. He is also surprisingly casual and composed about it. I think once he recognizes his feelings, he will have no issues confessing, while still not believing if his love is reciprocated. "You're making me crazy

Really driving me mad

That's all right with me

It's really no fuss

As long as you're next to me

Just the two of us"

and

"Sweetheart

I'm feeling so tired

Really falling apart

And it just don't make sense to me

I really don't know

Why you stick right next to me

Wherever I go"

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @inkweedandlizards @lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom and @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! 🥰🫶

This is for my prequel, TK's growing up years fic -

Dad: Hey, kiddo! We have finally set a date. Your old man is getting hitched on July 23rd, 2013. Be there or be square!

TK had received this text message from his dad a week ago. At the time, he’d replied, “Sounds great!”

And he’d seen his dad several times at work since then. But TK couldn’t get this text out of his head.

First, the word “finally” really did not need to be used. There was no room for “finally” for two people who were engaged after they had been dating for seven months.

The wedding date his dad had sent him, that was six weeks from now. And on that day, it still wouldn’t have been a year since his dad started dating Lorraine. It would be a year in October that he started dating her.

The following January, it would be a year since she moved in with him. TK felt like he was still trying to understand that when his dad told him that they were engaged. There was a part of TK that wondered if Lorraine really had a roommate that she had problems with, or if that was made up.

Every single one of the twenty days between when his dad told him he was engaged and the text with the date, TK had been hoping for the call saying that it was called off. But no; Lorraine and her knives of décor were here to stay (but seriously, who has a hobby of making wind chimes made of KNIVES?! His soon-to-be stepmother, that’s who).

TK was pretty deep into his thoughts that he didn’t pay much attention to the feeling of fingers flicking the tip of his ear. But the back of the same meaty hand colliding with the side of his face — now that he felt.

“Fuck!” TK exclaimed. “Malcolm, what the hell?”

“What?” snapped the 26-year-old firefighter who was straddling TK. “You were like a million miles away. Sue me for trying to get your attention”.

“Try?” TK repeated. “Dude, my ears are ringing”.

“God, you’re dramatic, Probie”. Malcolm rolled his eyes.

“I’m not your probie,” TK snapped. “And you know I’ve had concussions. I have a shift in four hours; I’m not trying to get a migraine”.

“You’re not trying to get off either, man,” Malcolm retorted. TK couldn’t argue with that.

“Yeah, well, I think I’m good”. TK moved to sit up, but Malcolm pushed him back into the mattress.

“I didn’t say we were done”.

TK glared up at him. “Well, I did. Lobster roll. Enough”. Malcolm muttered something under his breath that TK didn’t catch, but he acknowledged that TK had used his safe word. He moved enough for TK to sit up. “I’m sorry”. TK sighed. “You’re right. My head’s not there. Could we talk, actually?” Malcolm looked at him quizzically. “Talk?” he repeated, like it was a new concept.

“Yes. Talk”. TK sighed. “I’ve got a lot on my mind”.

“Well, I know a surefire way to get your pretty little head clear,” Malcolm purred, rubbing his hands up and down TK’s arms. “And besides TK, I can think of six better uses for your mouth… than to talk”. TK hated himself a little bit that it made him blush when Malcolm said shit like that.

“I’m serious,” TK said, grabbing Malcolm’s hands in his. “I’m really worried about my dad”. Malcolm sighed.

“You know, you’ve said that way too many times for someone who is legally an adult?” Malcolm told him. “TK. You don’t come here to talk. Your dad is a big boy. And Topher is going to be back in twenty minutes, and he can’t know you’re here, so…”

“Yeah, got it”. TK rolled off the bed and reached for his jeans. He knew that Malcolm was implying that they could still do something in that time, but TK really wasn’t in the mood for something. At least, not with Malcolm. There were times where he wished that he and Malcolm were in the same firehouse, but times like this made him glad that they weren’t.

As TK went back out into the humid New York summer air, he scolded himself for trying to open up to Malcolm in the first place.

Malcolm had been very clear on that several times over, that there was only one thing he wanted TK for.

And, TK thought bitterly, he couldn’t even really complain; at least this time he didn’t have to sit in Malcolm’s closet buck naked because Malcolm’s parents had stopped by their son’s (who they thought was straight) apartment unexpectedly.

But not talking with Malcolm hadn’t allayed TK’s need to talk to someone about this, he realized as he tried not to be jostled around too much by the subway train. After all, he was supposed to be the best man at this wedding; a wedding which he thought had no business taking place. A wedding that had severely dwindled down the list of people he could talk to. He did think of one person, though.

TK was fighting against the current of college students exiting their federal income taxation class at Columbia university. TK was trying to get into the lecture hall, because he needed to speak with the professor who was teaching it.

“TK?” Enzo said when TK had finally reached the front of the hall. “This is certainly a surprise,” he said, greeting him with a hug. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine”. TK nodded. That wasn’t a huge lie. “But Enzo, could we talk for a minute?”

“Of course, acorn,” Enzo smiled. “Do you want to sit, or…”

“I’ll sit”. TK nodded and sat in the swivel chair behind the desk at the front of the hall. “It spins,” TK said as he used his foot to turn the chair around a few times. “Cool”.

“I don’t know why they have that in here, to be honest,” Enzo chuckled. “If I were to sit there while teaching, I wouldn’t be able to actually see any of the students I’m addressing”.

“Huh”. TK said as he moved side to side in the chair.

“TK,” Enzo cleared his throat. “I know you didn’t come down here to play with the chair. What’s going on, acorn?”

TK brought the chair to a stop. “My dad set his wedding date. It’s in July”.

“Ah”. Enzo nodded as he leaned on the desk. “That’s soon”.

“Right!” TK exclaimed. “Why is it so soon?” He was struck by an unsettling thought. “Oh God, what if it’s that’s soon because they’re having a baby together? She doesn’t look pregnant, though. Would he tell me if that were the reason?”

“TK”. Enzo said gently. “I’m going to take a guess that you’re here in the event that isn’t the reason?” TK nodded. Enzo was otherworldly smart, the same way his mom was. If those two ever had a kid, that kid would find the cure for cancer before they started kindergarten.

“It’s just…” TK sighed. “I’ve never felt like I couldn’t talk to him about something. But I can’t talk to him about himself. I can’t talk to Mom about this. And Sophie’s thrilled, she loves Lorraine”. He started to nibble on his thumbnail. “Soph has spent a lot more time with her than I have, though”.

“But you don’t love Lorraine”. Enzo guessed.

“I don’t know her well enough”. TK shrugged. “But neither does he. They were barely together six months before getting engaged. This is the man who wants to plan everything in his life to death; what part of the plan is this?”

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[kitsoa]

I'd love to hear about all the fanfics that inspire you / you recommend

Yeah?? You're asking? Oh boy, I am so excited to share. This is my comprehensive fanfiction recommendation/inspiration guide.

Fandoms:

Trigun (current fixation)

Kingdom Hearts

The Legend of Zelda

Detective Conan

Danny Phantom

Criteria?

Chances are I have reread this stuff a few times. That's it. I love it. There are some that I have rose-tinted glasses about and I think there are a million more I just didn't list but I love fanfiction and just knowing these exist lets me work hard to indulge and enjoy on the things I love.

Trigun/ Trigun Stampede

The Second Celestial Evening series by tragic_unpaired_electron

Child of Blessing

Daughter of Eve

Season of the Witch

Multi-chapter. Complete. Gen.

A beautifully crafted series covering the complexities of Vash's place in the universe starts with a heart-tugging series covering Vash's growth into adulthood from Brad's perspective in "Child of Blessing". Then compelling and dark torture featuring ghost Tesla in "Daughter of Eve" and 'so good we had to share the fun'-- the Knives' redemption fic of all redemption fics in "Season of the Witch". Their plant biology headcanon, the masterful prose, and the vibrant character explorations are downright incredible.

Bloodletting series by tragic_unpaired_electron

The Pale Horseman

The Walls of Jericho

After Eden

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

Hands down the best Twin!Swap AU in all of Trigun fandom. It turns Nai into the most compelling, prickly, and surly protagonist. He pulls at your heartstrings and grows in ways you cannot fathom. There are twists and turns both inspired by canon and naturally spun from the various want-of-nail scenarios. Amazing headcanons and innovative and imaginative worlds and backgrounds. When I tell you that this Nai is one of my favorite characters of all time-- folks would think me blasphemous. I cannot sing the praises of this one enough. I love all their trigun work but this is my favorite. Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron

Multi-chapter. Complete. Gen.

Tesla Lives AU with amazing character vignettes, imaginative worlds and characters and scenarios. And just an incredible message overall. If you want to chew on something by this author with a little less trauma and not as many total chapters this basically eases you into their genius. You get to really see how they roll with characterization.

the unknowable tomorrow by ScreechTheMighty

Multi-chapter. Unfinished. Gen.

Tristamp timetravel fic that turns Meryl and Wolfwood into little guardian angels to baby Vash. This makes my heart weep with fluffy feelings and emotions and the tension inherent to their being there is captivating. I love reading Vash through their perspective in this fic.

ten cent grace by fathomfive

Oneshot. Gen.

Trimax-ish. A plant sickness has Vash regress to childhood with no memories and only Wolfwood to cling to. It's such a great character retrospective and gives me feelings. Big brother Wolfwood. Strange but traumatized child Vash. It's written very well.

There are soooo many good trigun fics. I could actually keep going but I'll move on.

Kingdom Hearts

(i don't need you to) Worry for Me by Cygna_hime

Three-shot. Complete. Gen.

A freaking work of art. A Vanitas redemption story that humanizes and explores a character built on such wild extremes. Reading this made me cry. I fell absolutely in love with Vanitas and it explored the Wayfinder Trio in beautiful ways. It has great headcanons and world building. It's a rather long 3 chapters but it is an incredible ride. Islands Like Glass Towers by Organization VI

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

This is a famous and rather old fic that explores Sora's parents and it dives into the whimsical and bittersweet world Sora is to be born into. It left me feeling wistful and nostalgic and it's very hard to put into words but it's a fic about parenthood and love. It's a profound little read and I think it captures the unique magic of Kingdom Hearts in a grounded way.

IV[or]y Wall by me.... haaaa im sorry

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. Gen.

You write what you wanna see. Self-indulgent self promo. Big ol' "Kingdom Heart 4" speculation fic that deals with Sora reverse isekai'd into the real world and having to parse what is real and what is fake and he's... really going through it. Basically a character deconstruction fic on his side. Very meta. Much suspense. I try. It's on Hiatus but you could enjoy the 29 chapters while I get ready to soft relaunch it.

The Legend of Zelda

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild by TheZedofAges

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T . f/m (Zelink)

BotW novelization that is an actual fantasy epic. It takes and develops the world and the plot into this very organic and vibrant cohesive story. Link is characterized so darn well. There are extrapolations and flourishes that suck you right in. There is a masterful use of non-chronological flashbacks and the relationship between Zelda and Link is total gravity. I read this story to my nongamer, not hip, completely clueless mother and she loved it.

Insomnia by  tikitikirevenge 

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. T. Hiatus.

Majora's Mask Novelization! This is such a smart fic I'm always in awe as I read it. Not only does it have whipcrack good dialogue and great pacing, it's got a complex closed-time loop premise that has intersections and crosses that take tons of foresight and skill to pull off. It is just an electric read that covers the trauma of a hero out of place and a world that is crushed by oppressive fear and depression. And Tatl. Is. Just. the best.

Detective Conan

Fallout by the Silversage

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. Hiatus. T.

... this fic. Is everything to me. What I would sell to get this thing finished. Basically, let's take the consequences of the Raven Chaser movie and kick the series into high gear toward the conclusion. Featuring intense intrigue and well-researched mystery and conspiracy. Kaito Kid being an incredible ally. The gosho boys. The Conan mystery being confronted and needled to such a satisfying degree. This fic makes me scream. I am so rabid about this fic. Sense & Sensitivity by  KosagiNoLegion 

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T

This one is also kinda old. Nature of the beast with Conan fic but like it's Psychic Detective Heiji. Which in the midst of all the 'realism' and 'science' is absolutely glorious. He's surrounded by skeptics and has to keep it secret but like it's a great time. There's another in the series from my memory.

Switched by Boogum

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

Kaito-Conan Body swap. It's got great dialogue and a fun pace. Just good ol' body swap shenanigans which are heightened by the two at the center who are great foils and have various context's to complicate things. Fun fact, I made the cover art for this one.

Danny Phantom

Yo this seres is what I like to call evergreen for me. For some reason these fics are just always in style. Always ready to be consumed.

Phantom of Truth and Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T

Probably the big staple fic of this fandom. Dark, emotionally complicated. Body horror. Trauma. Danny's mom experiments on him and then we gotta pick up the pieces in the sequel. Love the ghost headcanons. It's captivating.

Candlelight by HappyLeif

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Romance. T

An AU with Danny being alone during his portal accident so he actually drifts away from his friends. This allows for a really sweet love story between Danny and Sam as they reconnect and form a friendship through his alter ego. I love outside-perspective fics and this takes that for a spin and makes a delightful romance.

Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. T

An AU where instead of ghost powers we've got Mer-Danny. It is so imaginative and fun that feels like the original show with all the great grounded drama we expect from fanfic. This is a total classic and the quintessential mer-Danny fic.

......And I could keep going. There are a few fandoms I've dabbled with reading but I'll save that. It's great to have this here in one place for me to refer back.

[lost-technology]

Dear My Brain, I do NOT need to do another massive Trigun AU right now. However, just to make you happy, I'll toss out my ideas here for "maybe someday." Okay, I'm on a Fallout-kick lately. Good show for my games, yes? A rare pretty decent live action adaptation of a set of video games. Definitely nods to fans / players there. Also been doing a little playing of Fallout 4. (Fallout 3 is the only game of the series I've played all the way through main quest sadly (maybe I'll download the classics from Steam...) Anyway, I've played with this notion for Trigun before - but only in the "if they were players." I made perks / gameplay styles for the main characters. So, what are you doing, brain? Why are you starting to come up with ideas for an actual story for me to write as a crossover?!!! Especially when I do not know if there are enough people who like both properties AND read fanfiction to be interested in a crossover AU / fusion fic - then again, I tend to write things primarily for my own delight, anyway. I was telling myself "no, these two things are already too similar, there's really no need," but then came the idea that "no, there are some things unique enough to the Fallout setting that you could really have fun with the Trigun characters wandering a post nuclear North America rather than Planet Gunsmoke / No Man's Land." I could even interchangeably refer to the Wasteland as No Man's Land... Okay, Brain, so you're telling me that in this fusion universe, Vault-Tec had a subsidiary that worked closely with the budding U.S. space program, which if I am not mistaken, is canon (that satellite-dish quest in Fallout 3 and that experimental for space-colonisation front Vault concealing the real experiment in the Nuka-World expansion for 4). SEEDS was sort of its own separate thing, more benevolent than the Vaults and free from their wild secret experiments. Their mission was open: Developing a new, yet profitable, source of power for the cooperate overlords to profit from, being a failsafe for re-terraforming the Earth in the event of a nuclear war, and being a study for close-quarter scientist-living for potential space colonies. SEEDS Vault 05 (as distinct from Vault 5, SEEDS gets a different class) saw the successful bioengineering of life forms they called Plants. They were actually developed shortly before the war of 2077, but were not considered perfected. After the bombs dropped and the doors sealed, further study showed the Plants' potential as essentially living G.E.C.Ks (Garden of Eden Creation Kits). A living answer to the G.E.C.K, water-chips, cold-fusion... Even a potential way to divest from the atomic energy that America had been depending on since the end of WWII. (Fallout, for non-players, is an AU of reality diverging at WWII's end). And then Independents are born. Rem Saverem, a rogue scientist who rebels against Vault-Tec's lack of ethics managed to smuggle out the first Independent. Poor Tesla, being a little girl she had to send out, but the Hell of the Wastes were literally a better shot for her survival than for her to stay in the SEEDS-Vault. Sometime later, a pair of twin boys are born and Rem manages to convince the crew not to make them into test subjects. Until she can't. Cue big escape scene where she gets Vash and Nai out of the vault and dies in a hail of bullets right before them as guards cut her down and come after them... And so starts the journey of pair of living McGuffins who can either save the world or destroy it in search of their lost sister. Nai eventually becomes Millions Knives, a brutal Wasteland warlord bent on the destruction of humankind. Vash is on the run with bounties upon bounties upon him. He meets a ghoul named Wolfwood, dependant upon a certain kind of Chem to heal his wounds and to keep him from going feral and a couple of reporter-ladies from one of the larger settlement-cities intent upon uncovering Wasteland mysteries.

[multiverse-imagines]

Hiii, I love your writing and I finally came here with a request!👀✨ Could I have some relationship headcanons with reader and Legato please? (Sfw/nsfw is ok) How does reader get him to trust them enough to open up/get into a relationship? How about reader genuinely caring about him for once in his life, reassuring him etc.? THERE ISN'T ANYTHING ABOUT MY BOY OUT THERE, HE DESERVES BETTER!!😭😭

Thank you for listening to my ramblings :P

Have a good day✨ :D

A/N: omg of course!!!! Legato needs all the love! Feel free to request anything for Legato anytime! All of the Trigun characters are just so "My boy" to me, so I shall write for our boy! There will be some TriMax spoilers within, but I'll keep them as vague as possible. Because they're super heavy topics, and I want this to be digestible for readers!

Triggers: Slavery mention, and SA mention

Legato Bluesummers x Reader Headcanons

Sfw

Legato Bluesummers first love for the longest time was, of course, Knives Millions. His savior, his Master. The one who saved him from his miserable former life.

Which is why Legato is quite confused when he first meets you. You were the first being besides his beloved Master that he found… aesthetically pleasing (absolutely freakin' beautiful).

He saw you in a town that was near the base of operations for one of Knives' little side operations.

He first interacted with you at the local bar. He had seated himself in a distant corner of the bar counter, and you walked up just a few seats down and ordered your drink from the bartender. He caught your eye as you vacantly stared around the bar, lost in thought.

He saw you glance over his features, a light rush of blood settling in your cheeks. He hoped you wouldn't interact with him. Receiving your drink, you meandered back to your friends across the bar. He thought that was the last he'd seen of you.

He was wrong, of course.

Your next meeting was on his way through town, just an overly dressed bystander, making his way towards a warehouse. He felt something collide into his chest. It was you. Your body tensed up and your face turned a bright red.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" You apologized.

Legato could have killed you right then and there. Such a filthy human bumping into him and spoiling his clothes? Disgraceful! But he made the mistake of looking into your eyes as you calmed down, waiting for his response.

"It's… okay. Please watch where you're going next time." He said flatly before stepping around you, and walking off.

A few more chance interactions like this befell the two of you before you stopped him as he was about to walk off again.

"Hey, wait a minute!" You trotted along beside him, introducing yourself and asking his name. Legato was hesitant. Why did you need his name? He supposed it didn't hurt to indulge this Little One with the name of who would be their killer someday.

"Legato Bluesummers." He curtly responded before once again walking off.

Whenever you saw him around town, you would insist on saying hello and try to get him to talk to you more.

This aggravated Legato to no end. Why wouldn't you leave him alone?

"Oh, hey, they gave me an extra cake at the bakery today, would you like it? I don't really need it." You offered a small red velvet cake slice with a delicate white frosting.

"I'm sure I can find someone who wants it back at… the office." Legato fibbed. Why did he care if you knew he worked for Knives?

From then on it was little gifts here and there. A few bread rolls, a soda pop, a can of soup, stationery supplies. Eventually, the two of you sat in the central square chatting for hours at a time.

It was an odd thing for Legato. You didn't care about what he did for work; though he hadn't told you yet anyway. You enjoyed his fashion style, and you seemed to enjoy being around him in general.

"Legato, would you… like to join me for Dinner?" You sheepishly asked. Legato tensed up. Where was this going?

"I can't tonight, I have some work to finish." His reply caused your shoulders to dip and your face a frown, "but if we reschedule for tomorrow night, I'll… I'll make time for dinner with you." Your smile was wider than an ile, and Legato learned he liked something. Your smile. You nodded excitedly.

"What would you like to eat? Do you like.. curry? I make a really tasty curry!"

"S-sure." He hadn't had curry before. He preferred sweeter foods, typically.

"Do you like spicy or sweeter curry? I'd like to make it to your taste!" You said, mentally preparing to go off to the store to gather supplies.

There was a night the two of you sat on the roof of your home watching the stars. The two of you chatted about stars, space, and anything in between. It was there you told him that you loved him. You enjoyed spending time with him, sharing food with him, and the person he was around her. He frowned,

"I… I've enjoyed our time together as well, but… you don't know enough about me to tell me that you love me. You may know I enjoy the color blue, and like sweet food, but… you don't know what I really do for work, who my employer is… my past… I've kept you my little secret because you will get hurt. And I thought I buried the emotion of fear down so far it would never return."

He looked into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that twinkled like the stars above, illuminated by the light of the moons, "You're only gonna get hurt."

"Legato. I don't care. Remember that time you kept my water glass from falling over? You caught it with.. some sort of telekinesis. That's an amazing ability!" You'd seen that? And you weren't scared?

"I know you could keep me safe. I don't care what you do. I don't have to go with you, either. Your home can be here, with me. Whenever you need a break from whatever plans this employer of yours has."

"You saw… my threads. I can use metal threads, thinner than the eye of a needle, to move anything as I wish. To cut anything I wish." He admitted to her.

He then proceeded to tell her about what he did, and what Knives' goals were. He was astonished to see you shruggingly agree with Knives, and the fact that humans had been pretty irresponsible with plants. You didn't think everyone needed to die for it, but some sort of balance had to be achieved, right?

That's when he knew he had truly found love. You weren't scared of him, you didn't completely disapprove of his deeds, his frequent evisceration of humans. You truly cared about his safety and his own well being. And in the end, that was acceptable to him.

Nsfw

Now Legato has a terrible past when it comes to physical intimacy. His childhood as a slave, and being used for sex still haunts him, and fuels his hatred for humanity as a whole.

He's created quite the barrier to keep people away, so sexy fun times are very rare.

He does however, make them nights you'll never forget.

You had to teach him about kind love, and not being so rough. You often let him top, since he is usually uncomfortable with feeling so vulnerable on his back.

Your first time you asked to be intimate with him, he shut down like Fort Knox. It took a good hour of coaxing him out of it, allowing him to tell you about his atrocious childhood.

"I… I want to be intimate with you. I just…" he'd forgotten what fear felt like.

"We can take things slowly. We'll do what feels okay to you, and I'll give a very gentle nudge sometimes. Is that okay?" He did eventually respond with a nod.

You couldn't touch Legato once your clothes are off. The skin contact triggers him, and he sobs uncontrollably. He hates it, but feels fortunate that it's only in your presence.

He holds you to the bed with his abilities as he presses kisses to your form, and loves to hear the noises you make while he makes love to you. They keep him in the moment, and allows him to continue just a little longer.

It's only super recently that he's allowed you to tangle your fingers into his hair while he kisses you in such a position.

[barkbarkboy]

uh so i wanted to analyze boy division a million years ago..... i saved the lyrics but i never actually finished it. oh well. heres my queer/trans focused analysis of all the lines i can draw meaning from. its so layered!!!!! like i swear i'm gonna lose my mind this song is so good. u don't even know. CW: i talk about death transphobia and rape culture a little bit. no graphic details but yeah

If all my enemies threw a party, would you light the candles? / Would you drink the wine while watching television? / Watch the animals and all the tragedies if all my enemies (bigoted people) "threw a party" - as in celebrate or make fun of any form of minorities (with the queer/trans community as a heavy focus in this song), or some tragedy affecting those groups, would you join in? would you support them? or would you be on the side of letting people do what makes them feel happy and free and let them be themselves (such as being openly gay/trans despite the bigotry you face) Sell your arteries and buy my casket gown / (Well) It better be black, (Well) it better be tight, (Well) It better be just my size i'm not sure what "sell your arteries" means, but like, could be alluding to selling your soul for shitty beliefs and friends, or selling your heart since your arteries are part of the circulatory system. this choice is possibly sacrificing those minorities' lives in the process due to these shitty, ignorant people learning and perpetuating bigoted beliefs from these other shitty, ignorant people. the writer calls out these people for this and thus placing them (and the queer community as a whole) on death's doorstep before they are forced to confront their own internalized trans/homophobia. the writer asks why these lines must be drawn and why these lines, like the cuts of the gown they wish to wear when they die, shouldn't be cut to fit all people and not just one arbitrary gender. they're demanding it be cut just for them, and thus the label of "queer" to fit more people, not to build a new box, but to get rid of the box entirely, and let those people speak for their experience themselves.

I'm not asking, you're not telling / He's not dead, he only looks that way i'm not asking, you're not telling is clearly a nod to the phrase don't ask don't tell, about queer soldiers. in the "story" of the song it may allude to a phase in the writer's life where they pretended to not be gay to blend in and by proxy survive. this masking causes damage however, it makes them look dead, ether because that was their look at the time, or because they are mega depressed and feel unable to be themselves, so of course they're not going to be enthusiastic about life and look "dead". and the average person doesn't notice this, they just excuse it as being mentally ill, because being queer is not the norm and its not normalized enough in society.

I buy my enemies rope to hang me and the knives to gang me / You can watch them stab me on your television the writer wishes to intentionally provoke people, hoping they change people's minds, and risk their life in the process. so many queer killings go on day by day and some of them don't even make news. the writer is calling out that these bigoted people are purely ignorant to how this affects the community and thus telling it to them straight: queer killings still happen and they're awful. this community is vulnerable and needs protection. Stalk the halls because the bathroom walls / Would have a lot to say about the lines you're putting down this line? fucking GENIUS. where do i even start. first of all, bathroom debate? waaayyy before that was even a topic of discussion for mainstream audiences? they fucking saw the future ok. divine fucking visions. not only this but i think this line alludes to the fact that there are bathrooms at your home, and there are public bathrooms. for history reasons, public bathrooms are gender segregated. its considered taboo to use bathrooms that arent aligned with your agab, even though its a mostly private experience where no one has to see any of that shit. on the other hand, your at-home bathroom? not gender segregated. theres a million arguments about why public gender segregated bathrooms should continue to exist but the majority of them are rooted in patriarchy, misandry, and rape culture. the last thing is, a rumor about public bathrooms.... sometimes gay shit goes down in there. sometimes straight shit goes down in there! basically, if the bathroom walls could talk, they would say they see a lot of shit go down, and its happening behind closed doors whether you like it or not, and trans people just want to fucking piss. so leave them the hell alone and let them piss in peace! another point is "the lines you're putting down", as in, the line between the "male and female" sex and the "man and woman" gender is a lot more blurry than mainstream society thinks. someone will see someone masc presenting and automatically call them he pronouns for example, even though that person might be a she and just dressing comfortably. this gatekeeps people who don't pass well from using bathrooms at all, because they're afraid of getting hate crimed in there or because they just don't know/can't find the space that fits them.

(Well) It better be white, (Well) it better be cut (Well) It better be just my size now we've had a black line drawn, and this is the white line, alluding to black and white thinking, which is how a lot of people view being cis and perisex. however, you can be perisex and still have features that confuse you for another gender. the box is not fitting, and it never will fit the entire world's population of men, women, or enbies no matter how cis/perisex they may be. the writer demands the same thing of the lines being drawn as he asked for the black casket gown, that it fits everyone on the planet, and not just one specific kind of queer person. Until my capillaries burst of boredom / I'll be waiting this line of thinking is obvious to the writer, but its not obvious to everyone, especially mainstream society. they're willing to wait for the future, when one day all of this is normalized, and they and other queer people around the globe don't have to be afraid to be themselves anymore. the wait is frustrating and long, but they're pushing through to the end, hoping for a better, more safe future. I'm not laughing, you're not joking / I'm not dead, I only dress that way how often have you been here? someone made an off-color joke, and you just can't laugh because its not fucking funny? its just offensive? genius. i also like adding "you're not joking" because its so fucking true. people who say stuff like this and then pass it off as a joke when you get mad usually are trying to dogwhistle or seem chill/aloof by acting nonchalant about hate speech. furthermore, it seems the writer is embracing the way they dress now at least, and making it their own. theres also this idea of looking pretty when you're dead, so if you dress like you are dead 24/7, and you feel good about it and feel like you look pretty, you know how good you'll look when/if that time comes, which we know the writer has on their mind bc they know queer people die all the time and get hate crimed all the damn time. Wherever you are, wherever you are / Whoever you are, whoever you are 'Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go / We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go / We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go / We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go We got the bomb / We got the bomb / We got the bomb / We got the bomb i think this is a rallying cry for all the queer community, whoever and wherever they are, to keep fighting. i think this information, which mainstream society has yet to understand, is compared to a bomb, because its going to blow the whole structure apart before putting it back together, hopefully in a healthier, safer, and more inclusive way.

[simpingcorner]

Daughter of the shadows Ch. 6

Word Count: ~1.3k Warnings: mention of alcohol, gambling,one (1) gunshot,not proofread, let me know if I forgot something.

Author's Note: Sixth chapter to my Grishaverse fanfic. A reminder this is insipred by my SoC DR so it’ll follow both the books and the show plotlines, there will be changes to the canon characters and their storylines, it’s also a Kaz Brekker x OC. | English isn’t my first language so please bear with me and tell me if there’s something wrong. I hope you like it.

all rights to leigh bardugo, i only owny liith and her backstory (other ocs will be introduced later)

Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

CHAPTER 6

KAZ

The rain-corrupted air came in through the open window, the roar of the rain echoed in the room, a minimal shift, an imperceptible noise, a shadow behind him, Kaz did not look up from the sink, did not try to hide his hands, did not move from his position waiting for the girl to speak, for her to give him good news.

"What business?" He asked simply without turning his gaze on the girl. "A tip on a job. Big one. Lots of money to change your life." "You don't need a lot of it to change your life in the Barrel." Kaz replied, they both knew what the truth was, the only money that could change your life in the Barrel was the money needed to get to the next day, to the possibility of having a bed or a hot meal; Kaz knew that no matter what the job was, Inej, his Wraith would not be there with them, her life would change without him, she had the chance to leave, to leave the corruption, violence and poverty of Ketterdam behind, to start a new life, to take revenge on those who had ruined the lives of not only her but hundreds of other kids. "A million Kruge?" The girl's voice came like a whisper in Kaz's ear, that amount of money could pay off far more than the boy's debts, it would allow him to give her the life she deserved, the future she had now accepted to be gone.

"What’s the name?" Kaz asked as he looked up at the mirror in front of him, Inej's reflection staring back at him, studying him for clues as to what he was thinking, details she would forget once she left. "Dreesen, a rich merchant." She replied, crossing her gaze with the boss’ in the reflection before them, "Dreesen. I know who he is. He can afford it. But what's a million Kruge worth to him?" he asked, covering his hands with his leather gloves. "He's looking for a team to cross the Fold to Ravka East and bring him something back." Crossing the Fold, Kaz knew what that meant, he knew what happened there, he knew it was not possible to cross it without the proper means, without the permits and documents, but greed was the only thing Kaz Brekker believed in, the only thing that would always move his choices.

"The Fold? Then you take the million to your grave. Didn't he say what he wants?" "No, but he's holding meetings tonight at midnight." "Tell me you followed him." It was a pointless question, he knew the Suli had followed him, that she didn't need him to tell her how to do her job, but he needed confirmation, he knew Inej wouldn't be there and he needed all the information he could find. "He brought someone from his ship. He cut through from the Garden District to keep out of sight, I would have followed him inside but Dreesen hired private guards." The girl's voice broke imperceptibly, "I should have used knives to get close." Kaz knew Inej only had one rule, only one request not to kill, Inej would never kill, not for a job, not for revenge, she would only do it to save her family. "Private guards? Do we know them?" Kaz asked, "A Zemeni man, I think his name is Tendo. Do you know him?" Kaz Brekker knew everyone in the Barrel, anyone who gambled in the clubs of the Pleasure District, anyone who was in debt, had stolen secrets, debts, alliances, Kaz Brekker knew everything about the citizens of Ketterdam. "Yes, he gambles at one of Pekka's clubs, so I have no influence over him. But Pekka has." The guy's feet moved autonomously, his gaze fixed on the documents scattered on the desk, intent on studying new contracts, new secrets, anything that could help him figure out how to get the exclusive on the job.

Ine’s gaze followed the boss, remaining silent for a few seconds before asking, "So? What’s the next move?" Kaz's gaze lifted from the papers, stopping on the Suli in front of him before moving to the oil painting hanging on the wall, a representation of the Fold. "You're the one who believes in a higher power." Said the boy arranging the papers, "Kaz you don't have to take the job." Inej's voice was faint, she knew he wouldn't change his mind, she knew there would be no reason for Kaz to pass up an opportunity like this. "You must go, your crew is waiting for you." He said to the girl before opening the door and walking out of his office.

The place was full, drunken tourists occupied the tables, his Dregs checked the hands played, the money bet, the cards left on the tables. A gunshot silenced the club, Big Bolliger and Specht forcibly lifted one of the patrons before kicking him out of the club. "Gotcha." Jesper's voice was cheerful, satisfied as the Zemeni put the gun back in its scabbard before throwing himself on the money on the table. "No loud noises at the table, Jesper. They scare off the pigeons." Jesper nodded, "Wouldn’t want that boss." "Shouldn’t you be at the door?" "Yup, right away boss." The moment Jesper rose from the table Kaz's gaze fell on Lilith, the scars on her face shone in contrast to the red of her lips, the girl's amber eyes fixed in his, with an imperceptible nod he told her to follow him.

"How long ago had you decided this?" Lilith's impassive voice echoed in the office as she closed the door behind her. "Almost two months." Kaz replied simply as he sat down at his desk and removed his gloves, "And it didn't occur to you to tell me?" "It didn't concern you." "It didn't concern me, so I had no right to know that the only person who really understood me would sail the Saints only know where!" The boss did not answer, his gaze fixed on the painting to his left, his hands intent on caressing the raven on his staff, the scarred girl sat on the brown satin ottoman under the window.

The moon's rays shone on the girl's ceramic skin, the scars on her arms seemed to glow in contrast to the two tattoos, black veins seemed to come out of her gloves, eyelashes kissed her cheeks as her jaw clenched tighter and tighter; Kaz was used to seeing her like this, he knew her by now, he should have been used to it, yet part of him couldn't help but be surprised every time the scars on her body appeared in his field of vision.

"Does Jesper know?" Lilith asked, breaking the silence, "Yes." "Why did you make me come here?" "I have a job." "Do you want me to order your books in chronological order? Or maybe in chromatic order?" Sarcasm came out like venom from her lips, they both knew she was the only one who could talk to him like that, that she was the only one who could turn down jobs and challenge him. "Dreesen is looking for a team willing to cross the Fold, for a million Kruge." The girl snapped to her feet, finding herself in front of the boss's desk before he could notice, "And you want me to cross the Fold? For a million Kruge?" an emotionless laugh escaped the brunette's lips, "That's enough to change your life," the boss explained, "No, don't try to sell me that freedom crap. We both know no amount of money could ever make us free, we both know we'll be dead in the harbour before we can repay our debts." said Lilith getting up and slamming the door behind her, leaving Kaz speechless.

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[hecatombi]

Here's my wishlist of threads and interactions! Just things I hope to eventually get, if you want to thread any of this with me sometime feel free to always slip into my dms about it! I will on and off write / add to this.

I hope these don't really feel super samey, but i apologize if they do!! ALSO, more AU's are always on the table, you can ask more detail about au ideas i have in mind. trust me, i go to INSANE depths for my wishlists. but. i do want to keep this list as general and accessible as possible in case any one of youse want to pick one to play around with.

GENERAL;

good omens or OFMD muses would be cool to interact with!!

More super hero muses interacting with my more powerful guys.

Miraculous ladybug portrals of any kind for randy / rex would be fun!!

RANDY:

MORE RC9GN MUSES!!!!!!! OF COURSE...

Action threads with any of my muses would be pretty fire actually but i'd love it with randy particularly

MORE NORISU NINE MEMBERS!! I would love to establish who becomes linked to a kaiju and who could take on more roles as a ninja! so far, the only established new member has been hachi of @standbowed!! i need 7 more, though. and 8 more spirits to go with every ninja!! dm me if interested :D

travelling through the remaining 8 lands of ninja legend would be sooo fucked but so fun.. twirls hair.... who wants an Adventure long termmmm...

identity reveal. superhero shenanigans. PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH MA BOY! just hang out with him, it'd be nice.

CHAI:

chai and vash .. i do personally ship them but i'd never force another vash to ship it with me. even them interacting would be so fun though!!

chai moving to somewhere safer or people joining his resistance is always a fun time

honestly i just really want a ship with chai in general. who wants to smoochie the default mii

i have so many ideas for him living with others, trying to find work elsewhere, his status as a brand ambassador to the megacorp that vandelay is,

HACKING HIM. HE CAN BE HACKED. HOW FUCKED IT WOULD BE TO EXPLORE THIS!! YET HOW FUN

If your muse is a musician, specdifically a famous one, oh my god let chai fanboy over them!!!!!!!!

i have a million more ideas but i'll refrain from putting them LOL so many ideas.

VASH:

A non freaky interaction with knives who don't ship plan.tcest would be nice :'D younger vash interactions, dream interactions, fucked up pre death interactions.... anything. would be interesting to explore since we saw so little of them.

bUT ALSO anyone from trigun!! I don't really ship vash super easily personally, but there's like 5 versions of him imuse. i don't really do vashwood personally but i can see why it would appeal to some.

i think vash deserves to not be feared so a thread where he gets appreciation for something he did would be nice. since he gets it so little

someone he could confide in and help heal with given how much he bottles up ..

getting comfortable enough with a muse that he can show off his uncanny true plantlike form!!!! which is SO RARE for him!!!!!!

interactions with other powerful protagonists or people who challenge his morality strongly would be so epic to interact with. it would be so cool.

JOSEPH:

any interactions with fellow jjba muses! especially caesar, lisa lisa, suzi q, jonathan, dio, johnny, gyro!

would love a thread where he does magician stuff since he's canonically into street magic

any thread where he gets to pull a your next line is and stun your guy. idc the context i just think it'd be REALLY funny

oldseph threads would also be really fun to have if i can get enough peeps interested........

him learning how to make bubbles from caesar or like caesar if caesars dead atp. :D

TEACHING HAMON TO OTHER MUSES!!!!!!!!! ASK WHAT THIS WOULD ENTAIL IF YOU DONT KNOW

GARY:

Tbh more of him dancing and goofing off would be really fun

Adopting more kids always. he's such a good dad!!!!

Maybe someone who breaks his isolation sooner than Avocato did in season1 before everythang went to shit..?

i'd generally like to rewrite season 3 and beyond. like i love final space but i dont like the direction it went all that much personally.. <:/

help him get more comfortable with a new look, as i hc him to be more transfeminine nowadays! would be nice helping him get comfortable in his own skin.

ASH:

MORE SLASHERS. this is my only real note for now

well that and maybe more. like. medieval interactions.... since mine's a knight and all given AOD.

AIDEN:

HACKING INTO SOME BIG PLACE FOR A SECRET MISSION WOO YEA WOOWOO YEAH FIXER MOMENTS

be on a fixer mission with aiden. you can be co worker,hostage, or even his torturer. i dont care as long as its cool.

meeting more watchdogs muses in general though there.. doesnt seem to be many of those aside from myself

if anyone wants to deal with his edgy fuck ass be prepared for him to be relatively standoffish / prickly, but he can warm up to you if he has to be your work partner.

BEE:

she needs to make herself some PROPER FRANDS.

Intergalactic jobs on your muses planet!! that would be so fun!! Like imagine she gets a temp job working for your muse....

Terrible room mate anyone? :) give her more roomies cause i doubt there's another puppycat active atm..

bee also flexing her insane robot powers could be epic. rare, but epic. i dont know if she entirely processes how unusual that is though.. huh!

REX:

escaping providence would be nice.

thread where he's deprogrammed from the culty weird propaganda of providence

doing normal kjid things like hanging out at th epark, learning memes, playing video games, going to school stuff -- this is allt hings he's never been allowed to do!!

Drawing your muse and entering them into his JOURNALS... ohh the importance of those can NOT be understated.

curing your muse from turning into an EVO!

[keira-kaz2y5]

Hi! Welcome to my blog, everyone is welcome!

I don’t write fics but I love to read them <3

My name is Keira, I’m female (she/her), bisexual

and I’m currently studying music at college. I’m British and have strong Welsh heritage 💪🏼🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿, but I was born and brought up in England.

I’m currently obsessed with: The Rookie, Marauders, 9-1-1 (& 911 Lone Star), Marvel, X-Men, Good Omens, Supernatural, Doctor Who (2005-2024), Sherlock, Criminal Minds, Merlin, Percy Jackson series, Hannibal, Marauders, Outer Banks, Agents of SHIELD and Moon Knight

I’m a musician in training so feel free to ask any questions!

My biggest ships: Buddie (9-1-1), WolfStar, Destiel, JohnLock, Merthur

Films I love: Atonement, Dead Poet’s Society, Little Women, Hamilton, Hacksaw Ridge, Nowhere Boy, Knives Out, Gifted, Tick Tick BOOM!

Top artists are Noah Kahan & Taylor Swift

But I really love Hozier, Dermot Kennedy, Billie Eilish, Reneé Rapp, Lizzy McAlpine, Gracie Abrams and Mumford & Sons

I listen to lots of genres but my main would be indie, folk/alternative, pop, soul and rock.

I especially love when every now and then I’ll find a fanfic like Loki x pianist!reader or rockstar!marauders fic and stuff. As a pianist myself I love this and would love to see it represented, so I am more than happy for u guys that are writers (or just curious) to ask me about this like the industry, or live sound (I’ve seen on tiktok lately people thinking every performer has a metronome in their monitors, this isn’t always correct, there’s a lot more to it) or even all the jobs you take on within the industry like session musicians, library musicians etc.. so I’ll quite happily answer questions or help people out if they plan on writing fics with musicians as main characters or au’s so please please please don’t hesitate to ask! I go all nerdy for this stuff I think it’s pretty cool

Thanks for finding my page and reading all of this, if you got to the bottom, thank you so much I love you <33

Have a great week babes xx

For anyone interested, I’m on a Pop Music course and I’m study the music industry in business classes, with theory (boring as hell) classes too and I have recording sessions, music history & context lessons and on Fridays we have perfomance workshop, where we pick a song to learn in the morning and practice with a band or solo or whatever is needed, then by the end of the day we have an hour of tech set up and then we perform it to the rest of the people on the course. It’s a lot of fun but hard work, we have tech students doing live sound and someone from tech doing the lighting and stuff. Feel free to ask me any questions about it!

My posts:

Buddie 911 s7 theory/reaction https://www.tumblr.com/keira-kaz2y5/743347204314497024/i-know-no-one-will-read-this-but-omfg-so-today-i

Harry Potter marauders fancast rant https://www.tumblr.com/keira-kaz2y5/723047186541232128/jkr-can-fight-me

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[screechthemighty]

...so it turns out the reason I misremembered writing three chapters is that. Chapter three was mostly ready. Anyways, sorry to the tag for all of this, I'm unwell.

the unknowable tomorrow | a tristamp fanfic part three: wolfwood

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Of course, he regained full consciousness by way of his face meeting the floor. 

The barrage of curses that erupted from him would’ve earned him extra prayers and a harsh talking-to back at the orphanage. Wolfwood rolled onto his back, his hand clutching his nose. Bloodied but not broken, probably. It’d be just his luck if it was. 

As if today couldn’t get any worse.

The space was pretty small, so his shoulders kept hitting things as he tried to stand up. Something soft, then harder…clothes on hangers? Where was he, someone’s closet? How the shit was he in someone’s closet? His memories weren’t loading right: no details, nothing he could use anyway, just a sense that everything was wrong. He needed a drink. A smoke. Both at once, and twelve hours of sleep to cap it off. Wolfwood stepped forward until he hit a wall, then felt around until he found the door release. “Where the fuck is my gun…?” he growled as the door opened.

The room on the other side belonged to a kid.

He knew from the art plastered to the walls, the small bookshelf beneath, and the stuffed toys that sat guard along the top. He knew from the size of the bed, and he definitely knew from the size of its occupant: a towheaded little boy in white, maybe five at the oldest, frozen in place and staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Shit. Shit, I’m the boogeyman, aren’t I?

“...easy…”

“NAI!” shrieked the boy. A second figure abruptly sat up in the bed, or maybe a second bed right next to it. Another kid, same age, same…everything, really, far as Wolfwood could tell. “REM! NAI!”

The second boy’s eyes fixed on Wolfwood. They were confused at first too, frightened, but they quickly hardened into something fierce. There were at least two heavy-looking toys within arm’s reach, and almost every kid that age Wolfwood had ever met had a deceptively good arm. So when the second kid reached for one, he did the only logical thing: he ran like hell for the door.

Good thing, too, because one of those toys made impact with the doorframe hard enough to break it. Wolfwood slipped through even before the door had fully opened and kept running. Long corridors, clean metal walls, it looked like…Ship Three? Was this Ship Three? Had they pulled him out of the rubble of July and brought him back? No, they wouldn’t have shoved me in a closet if they had. Vash might think he’s funny, but he’s not that kind of funny.

Footsteps. People. Wolfwood ducked around a corner just in time to avoid being spotted. The crowd ran past–two figures in the same uniforms he’d seen on Ship Three, two more with weapons. Security, probably. He could hear voices down the hall. Someone was crying, probably the kid he’d spooked. Wolfwood winced. Sorry about that, bud.

He had to keep moving, but for a second, he was tempted to turn around. Something about that scene itched at his brain like a worm bite. It was…familiar. Not just the group sleep setting, the scattered toys, the one kid determined to protect his frightened brother. Not just that.

Nai. That name…

The realization hit just as the sound of footsteps started coming his way again. His feet moved instinctively, but his mind stayed stuck in place.

Nai.That’s what Vash called him. Not Millions Knives. Nai.

They’d had the same face. Twins. Brothers. Blue eyes on the one he’d frightened. Blue eyes he knew, just much younger.

I’ve lost it, Wolfwood decided as he ducked down another corner. I’ve lost my mind. There’s no way -

There was another tear in front of him.

The rest came back to him then. July City. Vash in a tank with Knives. Meryl being sucked away, and that voice calling out to him from the void on the other side. It was calling to him again. nico. nico. nico.

“Who are you?” Wolfwood growled. He stepped closer, bracing himself for that pull again. His coat flapped slightly as he approached, sucked towards the tear, but it was more a slight breeze than the sandstorm he’d remembered. “Huh? What the hell is this?”

nico!

The footsteps were getting close again. Which meant right now his choices were mystery voice in the void and armed security that would probably have uncomfortable questions.

Wolfwood chose the mystery voice, but he wasn’t happy about it.

“This had better not be a trap,” he snapped as he jumped in.

The void just kept calling his name.

[nicetown]

Drapery Defenders: Tackling the Seasons with Thermal Curtains

Ever felt like your room was auditioning for a role in ‘Frozen’ during the winter, or trying to recreate the Sahara desert in the summer? You’re not alone. Millions are wrestling with wild temperature swings in their homes, largely because windows, lovely as they are, aren’t very good at keeping the weather outside. That’s where our superstar defenders come in: thermal curtains, also known as insulated curtains, or thermal insulated curtains, or thermal drapes. They’re a mouthful, but boy do they pack a punch.

So, what’s the secret sauce? These curtains have a special layer of foam or high-thread-count fabric that acts like a bouncer at a club, keeping the heat or cold from gatecrashing your comfortable room temperature. Think of them as a cozy blanket for your window, only less awkward to hang up.

Now, let’s dive a little deeper into these superheroes of the curtain world. Thermal insulated curtains are the Swiss army knives of window dressing. Not only do they tackle the heat and cold head-on, but they also double as sound absorbers. So, if you’ve got a neighbor who’s determined to serenade the street with bagpipe practice at 3 a.m., these curtains have got you covered.

But wait, there’s more! These nifty curtains also laugh in the face of sunlight, doubling as blackout curtains. Forget about being rudely awakened by the sun poking you in the eye at the crack of dawn. With thermal insulated curtains, you’re in control of when daybreak happens in your room. They also protect your furniture from fading because of sunlight exposure. They’re like the overprotective parent your furniture never knew it needed!

Thermal drapes are the stylish siblings in the thermal family. They come in a variety of colors, patterns, and fabrics, from velvet to silk, ensuring they look good while doing good. They’re proof that you don’t have to sacrifice style for substance.

Before you rush off to buy these magic curtains, remember: size matters. To get the best out of your thermal curtains or drapes, you want them to be wider and longer than your windows. The more window they cover, the better they’ll perform. It’s like giving them a larger superhero cape to defend your room with.

Lastly, consider pairing your curtains with a cornice or valance. This isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s a practical one. By covering the top part of your window, you can prevent heat or cold from sneaking in above the curtain rod. Plus, it’ll make your window look dressed to impress.

So there you have it. With thermal curtains, insulated curtains, thermal insulated curtains, or thermal drapes, you can show the seasons who’s boss, keep your room quiet, and keep the sun out until you’re ready to let it in. All this while looking as stylish as a Parisian apartment. Sounds like a win-win-win-win to me!

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Hope and Love

Can you write an eddie / reader story where the reader is pregnant and in the end the doctors tell her her life is in danger that she has to take the baby away? She and Eddie fight about it. She wants to keep him, and he doesn't want her to die. In short, around her 8th month, she goes to see the 118 team to have dinner with them, they are called on a mission so she remains alone in the barracks until they come back. When the team returns they find traces of blood and the reader on the ground unconscious ... Chim and Hen take her to the hospital ... There the baby (it's a boy) must be taken out urgently and the doctors tell eddie that the reader is in a coma ... she stays asleep for 2 weeks and when Buck (who is her brother) comes to see her she makes a stop! He calls Eddie to come asap. They wait together and when the doctors arrive they announce that she is awake! She finally meets her baby and Eddie proposes to her.

I'd love to read a story like this too muchI'd love to read a story like this too much 😊

@fairyhope028

“I’m sorry I wish I had better news for you Miss (Your last Name). But this is where we are and the two choices you have are to either accept the risk and continue with the pregnancy or terminate.” the doctor said 

When he said those words to you it felt like knives being stabbed in your heart and your whole stomach just felt so sick. In your mind there wasn’t another option you were going to keep this baby. You had to at least try. 

“Thank you doctor well talk about it.” Your boyfriend Eddie said 

The doctor got up and left the room and Eddie turned to you and grabbed your hand and looked at you in the eyes with such a sad broken look. 

You know this was hard on him to because he was so happy when you told him you were pregnant he was such a good dad. And he was hurting just like you. 

“Look Y/N when it comes down to it I need you here with me and Chris he needs you were a family we can try again.” eddie said 

“This isn’t a discussion Eddie. This is our child and I have to at least try. I can’t do what your asking me to do.” you said with tears in your eyes. 

“What about me don’t I get a say Y/N come on just take some time a think even if the baby is okay I don’t want them to grow up without a mom like Chris just think about that.” Eddie said pleading with you. 

“ I love you Eddie so much and you know how much I want this and even If I do die I know they're going to have a big and happy family to grow up with like Chris they would be okay but my body is my decision.” you said

“Fine” Eddie said you could tell he was mad because that's all he said 

You two left the doctors office feeling defeated that day. It was supposed to be a happy day not such a sad one 

Eight Months Later..

Everything was going as best they could.  We found out we were having a little boy.  Eddie invited me to come to dinner at the 118 that day. I think because I was so close to my due date that he was worried about me. 

So instead of causing him more anxiety I went and brought some food along with me. 

The moment Eddie saw my car pulling in he ran down and opened up the car and helped me get out 

“Mi amor are you okay you should have called an uber are you okay.” he asked rubbing his hand all over your belly and back. 

He took your hand and walked you in the firehouse and sat you down at the kitchen table. Everyone walked over to you and greeted you and asked a million questions if you were okay. 

“I’m fine everyone no pain or nothing i’m doing good I appreciate the concern I really do.” you said 

Buck was worse though I mean he basically had a whole emergency room on stand by and you know he was worried with you being his sister but between him and Eddie it sometimes stressed you more. 

You tried to understand be grateful for the help but it was sometimes overwhelming for you. 

Bobby brought over dinner and yelled at everyone to stop hovering over you and let you breathe. Which you are grateful for. Just as dinner ended the bell rang and everyone had to go. 

 Buck and Eddie looked over at you with sad and worried eyes. 

“Are you gonna be okay here by yourself sitting here alone.” Buck said 

“I’m fine and it’s not like anyone has a choice so you both go and be careful. “ you said 

They knew you were right and left to go be heroes. 

A little bit went by and next thing you know you felt this pain in your stomach that you never felt before. It scared the hell out of you. 

You got up and saw some blood coming from your legs and you tried to get up to the walk to the bathroom but you felt your legs give out and everything went black. 

Eddie and Buck were basically jumping out of there skin when they pulled up to the firehouse. 

They didn’t even let the trucks come to a stop before they ran out and went upstairs to find you. 

There worst fear came true when they saw you laying on the floor with blood around you. 

“Omg what the hell Y/N” eddie yelled 

Buck ran over to you and tried to shake you but nothing. 

They picked you up and gently carried you and Hen and Chim ran over and saw what was going on.

They pulled the stretcher out and began to asses you.  Bobby had to pull the both of them off you to let them do their job. 

“It looks like it might be her uterus repurting but were not sure were taking her to st marks there best equit to handle her.” Hen said 

Eddie hopped in the back with Chim and Bobby and Buck got into the captain's car and followed behind you. 

“It’s going to be okay, you and our son are both going to be okay. You hear me stay strong mi amor.” Eddie said, holding your hand the whole way there. 

Doctors and nurses were waiting for you and pulled you into the room. Eddie had to stay behind and chim and hen sat with him with Buck and Bobby came in a few minutes later. 

“What’s the news anything” Buck said 

“No Nothing were all waiting.” Chim said 

Time felt like it was going by so slow and the fear and anxiety just took over. The waiting room was so silent and Eddie tried keeping it together even though he was dying inside. 

Then the doctor came out and Eddie and Buck both jumped out of their seats so fast. 

“Her placenta ruptured and she lost a lot of blood and we did have to preform a crash c-section. The baby is fine and he’s in the NICU for pre cautions. Unfortunately Y/N had to be put into a medically induced coma to let her body heal.” the doctor said 

Eddie felt his heart plummet into his stomach. In one way he was so happy his son was here and he was okay but then on the other hand he was so worried about you. 

“Can I see my son.” eddie asked 

“Of  course one of the nurses will take you up.” the doctor said. 

Buck and the rest of the 118 went to see you. And sat by you. 

Eddie went down to the NICU and was able to hold your son. 

“Hello I’m so happy your here I love you and I can’t believe your here. And I know your mom can’t wait to see you either.” he said to his son. 

Two Weeks had passed and Eddie was at the hospital every day with your son and Chris. When he wasn’t there Buck was there or someone from the 118 was there. 

Finally one day your came and the doctors were able to wake you up. 

Buck was sitting by your side that day. Holding your hand and talking to you. When suddenly the tube you had helping you breathe started to resit. 

Which was a good thing. The doctors told Buck that you looked like you were finally waking up and He called Eddie to hurry up down with Chris and The baby 

Your head felt heavy and your eyes slowly opened up. With Eddie, Chris and your son by your side. 

Your first thought was your baby. 

“My baby is he okay.” you asked looking over at Eddie. Who was crying happy tears. 

“Yeah Mi Amor he’s okay he’s right here.” he said putting the baby in your arms. 

You started crying and it was a feeling you never felt before holding your child you were so happy. 

“He needs a name, we waited for you.” Eddie said 

“ How about Lucas.” Chris yelled out 

And you and Eddie both laughed and thought it was a good name. 

“Yeah I like it.” you said and Eddie agreed. 

Buck had called the rest of the 118 and they all gathered by your bedside happy to see you. 

Eddie said he had an Important question to ask while everyone was here and you and everyone else was so confused. 

“Y/N I Love you so much and these past two weeks and even eight months had only made me realize that through every hard moment and every good moment I want you by my side so please do my the honor of marrying me.” Eddie said pulling out a ring 

“Yes of course I love you.” you said and Eddie leaned down to kiss you. 

The rest of the 118 Cheered. And congratulated you guys. But Buck Pulled Eddie aside 

“You hurt my sister and I will end you.” Buck said 

“Don’t worry I won’t.” eddie said 

A while later everyone headed out and Eddie sat next to you Chris and the Baby both sleeping in the room. 

“ I love you so much I love our family thanks for saying no 9 months ago.” Eddie said 

“I Love you so much I’ll do anything for my family.” you said.