I'm thinking about the Apollo Cabin and crying again y'all fdhdg
Just thinking about Little Will struggling to find a talent that fits with his other siblings, watching them ace Archery and Music no problem, and feeling really self-conscious about it.
Lee making the decision to have him shadow Michael in the infirmary and Michael immediately being taking him under his wing.
First time Will's healing abilities show up Will's confused as to what had just happened but Michael is pumped. Lee practically could see him glowing when they meet back for dinner Michael's so proud.
Anytime anyone even tries to talk down to Will about his lack of Archery or Music expertise like his siblings Michael has to be held back from throwing hands. Especially cause he knows Will takes it to heart.
After BoM, Will's self confidence plummets due to losing his biggest support system and having to take care of so many lives on his own. It doesn't really start to build back up until Nico starts noticing and helps him through it.
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part 1 (you are here) | next
silly Ames sibling comic I'm working on
script under cut
[Finn, walking down corridor, sees new sign for the communal kitchen]
Finn: ..?
2nd panel
[Rayne appears suddenly, with a enunciated SLAM]
Finn, shocked: ?? RAYNE???
3rd panal
Rayne, dumbfounded: ...Finn?
4th panal
Rayne, now composed but agitated: UGH. Why are you here, moron??
Finn, internally: SHOULDN'T I BE ASKING YOU THAT??
5th panel
Finn: Mash asked me to pick up some ingredients...for a new pastry recipe he's trying...
Rayne, looking pissed: Is that so.
Finn, internally: WHAT DID I DO???
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Two Years Ago…
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I shoved the apartment door open and slammed it shut. Guy jumped where he’d been playing something on his Switch on the couch. “Welcome back!” He smiled.
“Kayla not here?” I asked. Guy rarely gamed on the couch. He had a smaller TV in his room that he usually used.
“Nope. Staying over at her boyfriend’s.”
“Oh good,” I muttered, popping out my earbud and threading its ear hook down my collar. “Pretty sure if she was home I would put her in the hospital if she looked at me funny after today.” I hadn’t meant for Guy to hear that, but clearly he did. His already-big eyes widened.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Just had a rough day of class. Everything’s fine—I’m just frustrated.”
I regretted answering the second he raised a blond brow suggestively. “I mean… if you’re looking to work off some of that, we got an empty dining table right now,” he joked.
I scoffed. “Guy…”
“What? I’m just sayin’ it’d be pretty hot if you threw me down on the dining table!”
Had he not said things like that all the time to me before, I’d probably be offended at the brazenly forward come-on, rather than mildly irritated. I dropped my heavy backpack on the armchair kiddie corner to where he was sitting on the couch and crossed my arms.
“Erikson, look at me,” I snapped. He made a dramatic show of sweeping his eyes up and down my entire body. “I’m six-foot-one—which is a few inches taller than you, by the way—and built like a damn brick house. And you are a skinny twig. If I threw you down on the dining table, you’d be the one ending up in the hospital.”
My idiot roommate had the audacity to lick his lips and bite his lower one with a flirtatious purr. “Mm. Still sounds hot,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God…” I groaned. I snatched my backpack off the chair. “See you tomorrow. I have homework to do. I’ll be in my room till it’s done.”
“What? What—no! Kayla’s not here! You don’t have to hide in your room! I cleared off the dining table so you could do your homework there!” Guy protested as I continued to leave the room.
“Yeah. But you’re being a menace and I have work to do.”
“If I promise to be good will you stay out here please? I miss you!”
I paused in the doorway of my bedroom and turned around. He was giving me puppy dog eyes. Again. And pouting his lips.
I sighed heavily. “Can you keep that promise?”
His expression dropped. “Oh. Uh… yes?”
“Not convincing enough.” I moved to go into my room.
“Nonononono! Come baaack!” Guy called.
I re-emerged. “Gonna be nice while I work on homework?”
“Yes! Promise! Scount’s honor!”
“You were never a scout. But fine. If it’ll get you to stop complaining.” I went back to the dining table and plopped down. After a moment, I cleared my throat. “… Thanks, by the way. For clearing it off for me.”
He beamed. “You’re welcome!”
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TOP GUN F1 AU CAUSE IM TRASH
I am obsessed with my silly little au and I decide to make myself happy from time to time so
Maverick’s maiden win is complete chaos, but honestly it’s exactly what everyone expected
It’s the second race of the year, his second race with Ferrari
He was a little disappointed he didn’t win the first race but you know what they say, he’s not superstitious but the curse might just be a thing so he lets it go, maybe the universe was actually trying to help him for once
Quali has never been his strong suit, quali is about precision, maverick needs those other 19 drivers to fight, he needs room to improvise, he needs uncertainty, he needs battles, he needs to interact with others on track so that he can eventually beat them
Iceman is a fucking beast on quali, always has been, makes sense doesn’t it
Race day, Maverick is starting fourth, not what he expected but still good, it’s lights out and away he fucking goes
He’s like a man possessed, he can hear his race engineer giving him orders on the radio but he’s way too focused on his task, he knows his car, he tells them what to do… yeah they don’t appreciate that
Fighting Ice is the challenge he wanted
He knows what they say about him, ice cold, no mistakes, right? But maverick knows that this man is just like him, he’s desperate for victory, so when ice pushes, he pushes back
He crosses the finish line after almost causing maybe five crashes, ignoring several team orders and getting yelled at for ignoring said team orders, but he crosses the finish line as a race winner
Now… maverick knows Ice, everyone knows Ice, he’s a legend in the making or something like that, but they’ve never actually interacted
He puts his feet on the ground and Ice immediately grabs him by the shoulders, Mav still has his helmet on, Ice doesn’t, and he can see the anger and frustration in his eyes, he’s sweaty and tired but he still hold Mav tight as he demands an explanation
“What the fuck were you thinking Mitchell? That bullshit you just pulled could’ve gotten all of us killed” Mav soddenly becomes aware that everyone is watching them
He tries to act relaxed, like he isn’t being basically threatened by another driver, he smiles and then remembers he still has his helmet on, so he chuckles instead “But it didn’t”
Ice takes a step back, people don’t laugh at him, people are usually intimidated by his cold and slightly aggressive attitude, but this little bastard seems to be enjoying this shit “You’re dangerous, I don’t like that”
“if you don’t like dangerous then maybe you should’ve chosen a different line of work Ice… man” Maybe he’s delusional, he can blame the exhaustion of the race, but he thinks he sees a hint of a smirk in Ice’s face
“I won’t risk my life more than I already do because some cowboy like you decided to go suicidal mid race” and with that he walks away
Maverick watches him go and he knows, he knows that this is it, this is what everyone in this sport wants, someone that can fight them, someone that will do anything to understand them in order to beat them
Everyone wants a rival, Mav thinks he just found his, and he gets the feeling that Ice agrees
The media fucking loves it
“He tries to act relaxed, like he isn’t being basically threatened by another driver” what I’m trying to say is that Mav thinks it’s hot, he’s horny, he wants to fu—
I can’t write fanfiction so I do this instead, I think I’ll do one for the daggers cause like…. Come on it’s too good
Also someone called me out on the Leclerc and Verstappen parallels and like fuck you you are 100% right
Here’s the first part -> x
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do you have a favorite headcanon, from yourself or that you picked up from someone else, of either knives or vash
hmmm don't think i could say i have a favourite, bc there's so much good stuff (plus im relatively new to them and still Exploring the kv world so haven't had as much time to establish them), BUT there is one thing that im really so so so very into and it's the idea of knives and vash only being capable of having sex with each other
i already mentioned it in this post, which pretty much says most of it really
but yeah i LOVE the idea of their bodies being incompatible with human bodies and rejecting them (in the case of flower genitalia, a closed bud that never blooms and opens, and in the case of a more regular genitalia situation, an unresponsive dick/hole, no erection, no lubrication, no gape. just the tightness of an unwiling opening. just the burn of desperate need against skin rubbed raw)
and along with the lack of bodily response, we have touches and gropes being discomforting, grating, painful at times, and always feeling so, so wrong, like their entire body is on edge, wrongness crawling all over their skin.
it's not that glaring of an issue for nai, who would not have sex with humans (more accurately: anyone who's not vash). but in vash's case, who lives among humans, i'd find it definitely is.
although, the thing is, their bodies dont even work for themselves. not being able to have sex is one thing, but they can't masturbate either, bc their bodies need the other's to react, they don't respond to their own prods and touches and pleas. no amount of personal desire can make their bodies react, not unless the other is there. (which would negate the above comment: it is an issue for nai too, who can't properly physically manifest his desire for vash) (i dont think a nai sexually repressed for 150 yrs could lead to good things...)
and well, it's all bc essentially, they are one. two halves of a whole, made from each other and needing each other to complete each other. they exist as one and no matter how much time they spend apart, how much they clash, the truth of the fact is carved into the makeup of their bodies.
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good morning I have brainrot of feyre riding through the outer city on morpheus, her laughter filtering up through the air to nesta, who is flying above 🖤
i'm sobbing, these two have my heart i love them so much 🥺
nesta flying on calista, her hair unbound so she can feel the wind through her hair, arms spread wide while she rides the current. feyre’s laugh tugs on her heart and the sound of it is contagious and makes her laugh as well. with a command to calista, they soar down and land right beside feyre and morpheus, joining them on their run. both sisters glancing at each other and giggling like the little girls they were never able to be in their childhood. the two of them race to their favorite field, away from the city and the noise. the field has become their place, where they bond and talk while their mounts are running about playing with each other or resting. eventually it will be the spot where nesta tells feyre she’s pregnant before telling anyone else.
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