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agendabymooner · 10 months

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dadventures with the schuminis: rock it, minnie! || ms47 scenario (1)

dad!mick schumacher (x ofc) centric

EXTENSION TO THE LITTLE SCHUMINIS

Summary: A series in which Mick Schumacher tackles the challenges and moments of being a father to his little carbon copies with his father Michael Schumacher (alongside his in-law Sebastian Vettel, who continues to deny that he was a grandfather while accepting his role as the Schumacher kids’ Opa).

Scenario summary: With Minna’s first birthday coming up, Mick struggles to find the perfect gift that she’ll learn to cherish forever. Thankfully, Michael still knows how to make Gina’s old rocking horse and Sebastian knew how to operate the electric sander. AND Michael and Sebastian are insufferable as in-laws.

Content warning: dad!Mick Schumacher, grandpa!Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel being competitive as grandparents, Seb denying he’s a grandpa, terms of endearment, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, Mick making a dirty joke, brief German translations, mentions of grandma!OFC (Bel Vettel) spoiling Minna

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Mick Schumacher knew that his off days were numbered. He hated that he had to count his days and immediately head back to the road and race.

But he did what he had to do for the sake of giving his daughter a better future— whether it had something to do with their financial situation (they were rich as hell) or her desire to follow Mick’s footsteps to become a racer (Mick was praying to god she didn’t want to be a racer), he persisted on staying and racing for the season for the sake of his family.

Regardless of his limited days off, he did what he could do and participated in the event planning for his firstborn's first birthday celebration. His wife, Barbie, insisted that she and Gina were handling it well, but he wanted to do something special alongside them.

And so Barbie and Gina assigned him to find his daughter a special gift for the celebration. “Something that would mean to her in the long run,” his sister said.

His face paled a little when she said that. It was so cryptic and vague. It was just vague.

He thought about the theme of the party at first. Minna Elisa’s first birthday party was running with the farm theme.

When it was first suggested by Gina, Mick almost snorted to ridicule the thought. “We already grew up around them,” he said, “I don’t think Minna would appreciate that. Why can’t it be just horses?”

Then Barbie and Mick’s mother Corinna agreed to Gina’s idea. After all, Minnie was already showing a great interest in animals! Specifically horses.

Horses.

RIGHT! Mick almost yelled and stood up, looking for his old photo albums. He skimmed through the pages and wondered what his and Gina’s rooms looked like before in Texas. The Schumacher siblings loved their home in Texas— especially their rooms. Mick’s room was converted to be Kimi and Stefan Vettel’s guest rooms but they remained with the same theme of western style and horses.

Then, just as he browsed through his pictures with Gina in her bedroom, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the pink and blue wooden rocking horse that his baby self sat on while Gina stood next to the boy.

He knew what he wanted to get his little girl now.

And so the first thing he did was phone his parents. He called Corinna’s phone, but it was Michael who had answered the call.

“Mick?”

“Oh, hey Dad, is mom there?” Mick nearly facepalmed. This was literally Corinna’s phone he had called.

“Am I that boring to you, Mickie?” Michael scoffed, making Mick roll his eyes. “I can hear your eyes rolling from here. Seriously, is there anything I can help with? Your mom is out at the back right now.”

“Yes, actually,” Mick cleared his throat and stared at the picture of him and Gina as he continued, “I saw this photo of me and Gina in the ranch— her room actually. Gina had this wooden rocking horse and I’m wondering if we still have it there. I’m hoping to ask Gina if I can get it and restore it as a gift for Minnie’s birthday?”

“Oh. That pink and blue one?”

“Yup, that one.”

“Gina broke it when she was five and we had it thrown out,” Michael almost sighed at the memory.

Mick winced when he learned the news. “Why- ugh Gina.”

“We told her that she can’t ride it anymore but she was persistent,” Michael chuckled. “Why would you restore it when you can just buy one?”

“Because it would mean a lot more if Minna got the same one her Aunt Gina has,” Mick murmured. “She’ll see it in the pictures and be like ‘Wow this was my Auntie G’s!”

“Huh,” Michael let out a hum. “That’s… that’s very thoughtful, Mick. But sadly we don’t have it in Texas, anymore.”

Mick let out a sigh of defeat. He could just always get Minna a new one, but it would mean a lot if his daughter got something from their childhood that she would enjoy as well.

Michael had a different thought, however.

The 7-time world champion had spoken up again after hearing absolutely nothing from his son, “It was something that I made from scratch, Mick.”

Mick’s eyes quirked at the sound of this as he asked, “You made it?”

“Ralf and I did,” Michael replied, referring to Mick’s uncle as Michael continued, “I still remember what it looks like and if you’d like, we can make it. Though I doubt that you’d have time to—“

“NO, NO, NO!” Mick panicked, wincing at the volume of his voice as he looked back at the entryway of the living room. Barbie would kill him if his tone woke the baby up. Then he began speaking as quietly as possible, “I’m not busy on my next off— surely it won’t take us long to make it right?”

“You have to rest for the—“

“—Dad, I’m begging you right now please help me,” Mick pleaded desperately. “I have a doubleheader after my next off and I wouldn’t have time in the future like Dad please.”

Michael immediately interrupted Mick, “Mick for the love of god, stop freaking out—“

“—Sorry,” Mick muttered. “Didn’t mean to freak out. ‘S just… I haven’t done anything for Minnie’s birthday and this is her first birthday. My first kid’s first birthday. I’m already missing out on most of her life and I can’t even do anything for her first birthday? What kind of a father would I be?”

Michael understood. He understood fully what Mick felt and he wouldn’t deny that. He was a father as well, and he rarely saw Gina and Mick during the season— he had often labelled himself as a shitty father for it. It was only fair that Michael understood how Mick felt now that he, too, was a father.

But instead of expressing his empathy outright, Michael only sighed and spoke, “Lassen Sie uns morgen mit klaren Köpfen beginnen.” Let’s start with clear minds tomorrow.

“Was meinst du, Dad?” What do you mean, Dad? Mick asked.

“We’ll plan out what to do in two weeks then start,” Michael told his son through the phone and instructed, “It’ll take us a while to figure it out so I need you to clear your brain and sleep it off. Don’t get too stressed, Mickie. ‘s not good for you— Minnie’s a baby but she can feel stress when it’s nearby.”

“Okay,” Mick cleared his throat, now determined to stay sane for a little while. “I’ll do that.”

“Don’t get too antsy about not being able to do anything,” Michael reassured him. “Everyone around you already knows you’re doing more than you think.”

“Alright,” Mick murmured softly, “th- thanks dad. Say hi to mom for me, yeah?”

“You guys~” Barbie had walked into the deck of their home, her face offering her husband Mick and father-in-law Michael a puzzled look.

“You two have been here for hours,” Barbie told them as if she was worried. She had been hearing some strange noise at the deck earlier today alongside the murmuring. Knowing Mick and Michael, she assumed that they were just relaxing at the back.

Yet here she was, looking at them with a baffled look as she watched Mick’s hand pull away from the half-cut lumber and electric saw.

“No we’re not,” Michael quipped, “we’ve been here for two.”

“Hours,” Barbie emphasized. “Minna just—“

“Da! Da!” Corinna had followed suit and walked out with eleven-month-old Minna in her arms, grinning as the baby continued to babble happily.

“Yeah, what Minna said,” Barbie murmured, stepping back as she said, “she just woke up from her nap.”

“Aw, is that right, meine kleine Minnie?” My little Minnie. Michael cooed, arms extending to reach for his granddaughter as he carried Minna in his arms. He grinned heavily as he began to move around with the little girl. “Did you have a good nap, liebe?”

“Pip!” Minna shrieked, only knowing that word alongside ‘Ma’ and ‘Da.’ “Pip!”

“Is that a yes or a no?” Michael hummed before pressing a kiss on the little one’s chubby cheek. “I assume it’s a yes.”

“Oh definitely a yes,” Barbie chuckled, “I know what Mick looks like waking up from a nap— she's definitely a Schumacher who had a good nap.”

Mick groaned playfully, earning a giggle from Barbie.

“By the way,” Barbie brought up, “Seb is coming over with Kimi and Stefan.”

“Oh great, look, Dad, Seb’s helping us,” Mick looked at Michael.

“What’re you two doing anyways?” Corinna asked, her eyes looking at the scattered tools and piled-up lumber. Barbie found herself looking as well, curious eyes now trained at the cans of paint as she looked back at the father-son duo.

“Stuff,” Mick shrugged nonchalantly.

“Wow aren’t you specific,” Corinna muttered.

“It’s for Minnie’s birthday,” Michael waved off the two women, “don’t worry about it. It’ll be done by the end of the day.”

“Minnie’s birthday is in four weeks,” Mick continued, “I wanted to make something for her so… yeah.”

“You don’t even know how to make something wood-related, Mick,” Barbie replied with a raised brow.

Mick then murmured, “I’ll show you something wood-related— ow, Mom!” Corinna smacked Mick on the back of his head and glared at him, gesturing back to Minna.

Michael snorted aloud, making Minna laugh at the sound.

“That’s your child in front of you, Mick,” Barbie warned with a cheeky grin. “Careful with your words now, yeah?”

Mick only rolled his eyes. It wasn’t as if Minna could understand that easily.

“Besides,” Barbie continued, “shouldn’t you be talking to Seb about… lumber stuff? He’s made an impressive apiary before.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael scoffed and waved off the offer, “I’ve made this before. It’s nothing I can’t do. Sebastian’s never done this— he wouldn’t be that good without any instruction.”

Corinna and Barbie traded looks. If there was something that the Schumachers and Vettels knew, it was that Sebastian was good at a lot of things— so the fact that Michael was underestimating his woodworking skills? That definitely wouldn’t sit right with Seb especially if he’s heard of it.

Sebastian Vettel wasn’t usually like this, but when Corinna brought up Michael’s comments about his skills the 4-time world champion couldn’t help but lean against the deck railing with a smirk. In his hand was a bottle of beer, watching the Schumacher men struggle with sanding the wood surfaces that they’ve cut. Or rather, they didn’t know how to operate the electric sander.

Mick groaned, “Seb— some help please?” He turned to look at the driver, who kept leaning against the railing with a cheeky smile.

“I would but Michael said I can’t be good without ins—“

“Oh come on, have a laugh, Seb,” Michael looked at Sebastian in annoyance, making the man finally cave in and laugh. “Just come help— this is your granddaughter’s gift too—“

“No, don’t call Minnie that,” Sebastian interrupted Michael and shook his head. “Don’t call her my granddaughter.”

“Is she not?” Mick raised a brow. He was merely teasing. After all, Sebastian proudly called himself Barbie’s (foster) father — therefore he was a proud Opa to the little Minna Schumacher.

Seb just refused to be called a grandfather. He wasn’t that old yet. Fernando Alonso was literally older than him! He sometimes denied that he was a grandfather— but he wouldn’t ever deny Minnie the right to call him Opa.

“Step away,” Sebastian said, now handling the sander as he started it. “You should’ve called me earlier today— I would’ve gone and done all of this.”

“Dad said he could do it, that's why I thought we didn’t need some help,” Mick reasoned.

Sebastian gave his mentor Michael a look and said, “Minna’s not just your granddaughter, Michael. Learn to share responsibilities. I have to spoil her too.”

Michael rolled his eyes, “Just sand the whole thing so we can paint it.”

Minna Schumacher’s first birthday party was anything but simple. The little one had charmed people with her signature Schumacher grin and had giggled at almost anything.

But it wasn’t just her adorable and charming being that turned the environment of the party up a notch. Her little heart-studded cowboy boots gathered the attention of most guests as she slowly walked and stomped around the venue, smiling up at whoever she came across as her mother Barbie assisted her.

“Oh my, is that my Minnie baby?” Barbie grinned at her mother Bel Vettel as the little one excitedly stomped her feet down. Minna immediately sped up her steps and leaned forward to be reached by Bel.

The older woman, despite not looking the part, took Minna in her arms and hoisted the baby up with a light grunt. Bel grinned and squealed at Minna, “You are such a big girl now, Minnie! Whatever will Oma do about it?!”

“Oma,” Minna babbled repeatedly before putting her little hands over Bel’s cheeks. The baby continued to babble as Bel nodded along.

Bel then looked over at her daughter and smiled, “And you? I’ve heard you’re feeling sick lately.”

Barbie rolled her eyes playfully, “It’s hard to keep things a secret in this family, huh?”

Bel chuckled, “You know that we’re only worried. Are you okay though, Barbie? Corinna said—“

“Nina!” Bel and Barbie chuckled at Minna’s excited expression.

Bel then continued, “She said that you’re feeling ill— or at least Mick’s been telling her.”

“Mm, yeah,” Barbie hummed, reaching to fix Minna’s pigtails as she continued, “I’ve been throwing up and all that… I think I know—“

“—I knew it,” Bel squealed, bouncing Minna in joy as she cooed at the baby, “Minna’s gonna be a big sis huh? Are you?”

Barbie chuckled happily, “I have a hunch. Let’s just not tell Mick or the others yet, if that’s okay. I don’t want them to get their hopes up.”

“Yeah, of course,” Bel grinned, pressing kisses on Minna’s face. “I’ve got more babies to spoil— and I thought Stefan and Kimi’s gonna be the only kids I’ll be able to spoil!”

“I still can’t believe you got her a bag,” Barbie rolled her eyes, making Bel giggle as Barbie continued, “She won’t be able to use that for a while, Bel. She's only a year old.”

“Yeah, but she’s my Minnie baby,” Bel pouted dramatically. “You know I wouldn’t pass up the chance to spoil my little Minnie, no, Bebe?” Bel grinned at the toddler as Minna replied with a laugh.

“Bel,” Barbie sighed, “you got her a Hermes.”

“Only the best from Oma Bel,” the older woman grinned, making Barbie sigh again.

Barbie then said, “Only the best for Minna— I feel like I’ve heard everyone say that.”

“Of course,” Bel quipped, “everyone wants to be Minna’s favourite. But it seems like her Da and Pippa will win that title sometime soon.”

They both looked over where the wooden rocking horse was. It was majestic— the handiwork that Mick and Michael made for the little girl.

It was similar to the one that Mick showed Barbie. But instead of the pastel blue and pink, the rocking horse was painted with the colours of Michael Schumacher’s racing suit back when he won his first world championship— the Benetton blue and yellow accentuated in the wooden horse while his driver number was painted on the sides of the horse.

Barbie chuckled softly, “Don’t say that out loud— Seb might hear. You know that he wants to be Minna’s favourite grandpa no matter how much he refuses to get called one.”

On the other side of the room, the birthday girl’s dad Mick, and her grandfathers Michael and Sebastian (who still called himself ‘Opa’ rather than ‘Grandpa’) stood as they looked over where the wooden horse was.

“I’m surprised that it turned out well,” Mick mumbled. Sebastian and Michael hummed in agreement. “Minnie wouldn’t stop going to it since she found it.”

“Well that’s good,” Michael joked, “otherwise I wasted hours of my time for nothing.”

“This was an eye-opener for me, you know?” Mick told the two, making the older men shoot him a puzzled look as he continued with a grin, “Who would’ve thought that it’ll take being Minnie’s grandpa for you to fight over the little things?”

Sebastian scoffed and Michael rolled his eyes.

Sebastian then grinned, “Had I known that Michael was going to be this insufferable as an in-law, I simply wouldn’t have let you date Barbie—“

Michael’s eyes widened and he looked at Sebastian with a baffled look, making Sebastian and Mick laugh aloud.

“Oh you two,” Michael muttered. “It’s no wonder why I’m Minna’s favourite.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep lying to yourself, Michael.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dad.”

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aureliosinistrum · 2 months

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One of my friends dared me to make a temple for Poseidon/Neptune, and I did it. It took like 2 days and about 15~ hours to produce this.

So, this temple is the largest I have ever built. It's so massive, that the game thought it was a cave, and started playing cave sounds lol.

The temple is dedicated to Poseidon, and so I decided to put in some very ocean centric design. Namely, the fact that the main symbol for Poseidon is within an aquarium inside the temple, with various fish and marine wildlife surrounding it (also, one of the turtles is named Jackson, and one of the axolotls is name Percy lol).

I also used this special raytracing shader, SEUS PTGI HRR, to create the nice blue effect inside the temple, which gives it this nice deep sea feel to it, regardless if it's day or night.

The palm trees are pretty self explanatory. I wanted some greenery and didn't want to just paste in cypress trees. I wanted something more ocean themed, and behold, palm trees.

I also learned that Poseidon is also a god of horses as well, so I decorated the top with some cool equestrian statues, holding up tridents. I actually put lightning rods on top of the tridents, so when lightning strikes (IE, Zeus is feeling a little silly), it'll hit the tip of one of the tridents.

Oh, and the villager house. That belongs to Greg, the villager I kidnapped enlisted to help maintain the temple while I'm gone. His house also shows just how large this big boi is.

Overall, despite this being a long project, I had a ton of fun with it, and loved how it turned out. Hopefully you guys like it too!

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vellichorom · 1 month

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box of legos

god i wish

i have a big velvety bag of VARIOUS lego friends sets an old friend gave me a very long time ago ( 10 years? has it been 10 years? oh my god ) during one of the most wonderful birthday sleepovers i've ever had... it was pokemon centric, we had a gorgeously bed-textured teal cake with little edible beads, & i gave her a bulbasaur plushie i bought off another kid for like 5 bucks...

& she lost her taste for legos? or those specific legos at the time, & gave me the bag of them. & god when i tell you how much fun i had just building & rebuilding this rinkydink little lego friends horse plaza for whatever silly ideas i had at the time, & then i got the juice bar set afterward because the series was so cool to me at the time

i haven't touched either of the sets in years but i still have them... i should,

anyway i'll use this as a reminder to reach out to my fellow adults who miss their childhoods / never got one to On God do whatever the hell you want & indulge yourself however you please if you want to buy a kid's coloring book or buy some megablox / legos & just set those up to some nick jr shows or whatever you like, by all MEANS go do it

you have not been alive for this long to NEVER go back & do the things you liked to do as a kid / teen again & if it feels too hard to be alive acknowledging the difficulty of the real world then PLEASE know it's not all your burden to bear. go indulge yourself in what you know would make you happy no matter how " childish " it is on god

#anonymous #inbox #anyway yeah box of legos....#if you or anyone you know are in the area of [ REDACTED ] come play with me. let's rebuild legos #chelsea if you still go by that name wherever you are i miss you #i just woke up & i don't have my glasses on ummm #invoked a nice memory in me

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dragonciphering · 2 years

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#1 of my brain rots for Hektor-centric fics.

Hektor was known as “The Horse Breaker” or “The Tamer of Horses.” And Poseidon is the “God of the Sea & HORSES.”

So in order to be good with horses, Poseidon must of liked him atleast a little bit. And if this was in a Hades the Game….Hektor could probably get boons from Poseidon (I think.)

And because Odysseus has done some stuff to them (fucking throwing Hektor’s son off the wall and killing him, coming up with the Trojan horse, and the whole thing with the Cyclops in the Odyssey) you can assume that they have a mutual dislike for him.

But what if Poseidon takes a liking to him and just starts showing up and trying to make him his champion by trying to give him random gifts or like charms. Perhaps this is his way of saying “Sorry your home was destroyed, your family murdered/taken, and that your body was treated that way lol. Want to bond over our mutual dislike for Odysseus?” (also don’t think that the gods were very happy with how Achilles treated his body but that might just be me.)

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Imagine Hektor trying his best in Asphodel (or Elysium), vibing with his family, just trying to be a good guy/be a good father to his son, and get over his grief of loosing his home when Poseidon appears:

Poseidon who really wants to annoy Odysseus: “Hello my little horse tamer! I heard you don’t like Odysseus that much! Want to become my champion?”

Hektor trying to be polite because he doesn’t want to anger him: “No thank you. While I am flattered, I am not interested. Plus I’m sure you would find someone better than me who is still alive.”

Poseidon: “Oh come on, don’t you want some revenge?”

Hektor: “I believe that we in death should put aside our differences and try to understand each other and why we did the things we did in life. Even if we have been wronged by another.”

Poseidon: “You sure are a stubborn one! I’ll find something to change your mind!”

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And what if he decides that the gift he’s going to give Hektor is all of Odysseus’s horses. What if Hektor wakes up one morning and just finds a whole bunch of strong horses on his lawn? (And almost gave him and his family a heart attack because of PTSD.)

Perhaps he tells Patroclus about this because he doesn’t know how to explain this to Odysseus. (Hektor and Patroclus made up in this btw)

And Patroclus is just like: “I’m sorry??? What??? Do you mean to tell me that all of Odysseus’s horses are in your lawn and won’t leave??”

Hector feeling like he wants to sleep for a year and letting out a long suffering sigh: “It’s exactly what it sounds like. Oh, and tell Odysseus that if he doesn’t find a way to get them back that they will soon belong to me. It be a shame to waste this opportunity. Another thing, tell him I didn’t do this on purpose.”

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Meanwhile at Odysseus’s house:

Penelope: “Dear, do you know where have all the horses have gone?”

Odysseus having a sneaking suspicion that his life(death?) is about to get a whole lot harder: “What do you mean? Their all in their pens—”

Penelope opening the curtains: “They are not in their pens, Dear, look!”

Odysseus now looking outside:

Odysseus: “Yeah.”

Penelope: “🤨”

Odysseus: “I…I can see what you mean now….where…where are they???”

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Also, imagine the bugging that Poseidon put Zagreus through. Every time he came across a one of his boons he would just be asked/told questions and things about how to win over Hektor or what a good bribe is and how to bribe well.

#zagreus #hades game #hector of troy #hektor #hektor of troy #hector #Odysseus #penelope odyssey #achilles #patroculus #The chaos that this would cause.#tell me is I should make a part 2

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sailorspica · 7 months

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.......snippet from my hitch-centric WIP? (post-rumbling angst)

Hitch looked up at her destination as she tied her horse to a post with a generous length of rope. The thatched cottage was undoubtedly lived in, with chimney smoke puffing into the morning chill, and crude, childish drawings scratched on the limestone walls with some soft, dark rock. Only as she passed the cobbled fence did she notice a hunched figure knitting in a rocking chair in the garden. "Isn't it too cold to be out so early?" she called as she approached. The old woman startled, bleary-eyed until her gaze focused, eventually, on Hitch's breast pocket, and her epaulets. "Hullo, officer." Hitch saluted. "Good morning, ma'am. What are you making?" It was nearly spring, though Hitch wouldn't say anything to discourage her. "A sweater," she said happily, holding it up. "Do you think this will fit Nile? You see him more than I do. I'd hate to split for the arms too soon." Hitch tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You can keep going. He mostly sits around, so I think he'd like more breathing room." "Good. He's always been too thin." And returned to her knitting. "Er," Hitch said, "Are the girls up?" The elder didn't respond, and Hitch was resigned that this would likely be their only lucid interaction this weekend. She let herself into an empty kitchen, where the wood-fired oven stuttered sadly. Hitch dropped her luggage by the table, then crouched down to revive the fire as quietly as possible. Despite this, footsteps thundered down the staircase with a tell-tale rush of panic. "Oh, thank god," Marie Dok breathed, slumping against the wall. "I thought Nile's mother was baking." "I think she meant to." Hitch jerked her head at a covered mixing bowl on the table, apparently forgotten. Marie groaned. "Where is she?" "Outside." Hitch nursed the fire to the sound of mother- and daughter-in-law bickering—please don't bring furniture outside and why didn't you wake me if you wanted to use the kitchen? against someone needs to feed my grandchildren and no wonder your husband stopped coming home. Nevermind the box of his things Hitch arrived with five months ago, or the dark garnet bolo tie that rested in a display case on the mantle, a token from the new regime to the families of officers who "bravely beat back Marley's land attack" in Shiganshina.

my post-rumbling fic universe, paradis island knitting club

#hitch dreyse #my wip

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years

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Connection

Prompts: Hey if you’re doing requests could you write a Roman centric fluffy fic with all of the other sides flirting with him. Except for remixes obviously. Have a great day or night. - mouse2004

Hello! So I saw this tik tok of refuse where items explaining how Roman raised remus to be a soldier not a bitch when someone asks why he so violent, and then the comments took it further and said how Roman would be an older brother raising remus and I though that was cool prompt idea for you if your interested. I absolutely love your writing and all your series! I hope you have a great day! - anon

Hey amazing writer! Love your work to the sky! I was re-reading some of your old works and came across some of the wonderful platonic (or romantic) flirting pieces that were the first pieces I read from you. So in the spirit of new years nostalgia that’s hitting me right now I was wondering if you would take my request of making another piece like that. Something similar to the first chapter of unwanted, or hot mess. All the precious gushiness warms my cold soul. Anyway just a suggestion you could combine with any prompts you want or simply ignore if you’re not in the mood. - anon

look at some point my ability to bullshit whatever the fuck flirting is supposed to be is going to run out and you're all going to be very disappointed

it might be this one. will it be? who knows! not me!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none!

Pairings: royality, logince, prinxiety, roceit

Word Count: 2718

Trying to raise your brother by yourself while supporting the both of you through school is...no mean feat. Especially when you've both got absolutely no idea what you're doing. But they have each other, and that's all that matters.

At least, that's what Roman's telling himself.

Someone long ago told him that animals learn their most important survival skills when they're first born. Fish learn to swim, horses learn to run, and so on and so forth. Babies cry; our most important survival skill is learning to ask for help.

If he just reaches out, it'll all be okay.

There’s a really cute guy who catches the bus at the same time as Roman.

Like…really cute. He’s got these big round glasses that make him look like a Studio Ghibli character in the best way possible and he wears this baby blue pea coat and he’s got the happiest little bounce to him when he’s listening to music waiting for the bus.

And he does the thing that people in movies do where they wave good morning at you when they see you in the street. He also has dimples. He’s really cute.

And so maybe it makes Roman a bit more incentivized to catch the bus on time because he gets to stand there with this really cute stranger.

Of course, life happens, and sometimes he misses the bus. He misses it really bad one morning because he sleeps in when he can’t remember what day it is and ends up just making it to class on time.

He did all his homework and he knows the answer to every question the professor asks but still.

So he makes sure to set his alarm properly the next morning so he doesn’t miss the bus.

It doesn’t help that maybe he missed seeing the cute stranger and doesn’t want to miss that either.

He sets out on time the next day and can’t help but smile when he sees the familiar blue coat. He walks a little faster and ducks under the stop’s roof, checking his phone to make sure that yes, it should be coming in about five minutes.

“Oh, hey!”

He looks up. The cute stranger is smiling at him. Repeat, cute stranger smiling at Roman. “Uh, hi?”

“I missed you yesterday,” he says like Roman’s just supposed to be able to deal with that, “I was worried when I didn’t see you. You’re normally so punctual.”

“Uh, yeah, I, uh, overslept.”

Cute stranger said he missed him and was worried when he didn’t see him? Excuse me?

“It’s good to see you again.” Cute stranger has dimples. “I…um…god, that’s embarrassing.”

“What is?”

“I…may or may not have gotten used to waiting for you, so…I take this bus instead of the later one.”

Cute stranger looks really cute when he’s all blushy. Roman is going to die. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about that, I do it too.”

Cute stranger’s eyes widen. “You do?”

“Yeah. It’s like, the highlight of my morning, getting to stand here with you.”

Cute stranger promptly squeaks which is illegally adorable, and covers his mouth with his hands. “Oh, that’s so great!”

Roman chuckles. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Can I get your number? Oh, sorry, is that too much? I just—you seem really cool and I want to, um, actually get to know you.”

Roman will happily give his number to cute strangers who want to know him better. “Sure. What’s your name? I can’t just call you ‘cute stranger’ in my phone.”

“Oh, goodness…I’m Patton.”

“Patton, huh? I’m Roman.” He holds his hand out to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too!”

The irony is they almost miss the bus when it comes a few minutes later.

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Roman really needs to pay attention in this class. It’s a higher-level math class that he can never remember the full name of, and if he’s going to keep his scholarship, he needs to be able to keep his grades up. Which means he can’t afford to zone out and daydream because he needs to focus.

The unfairly attractive person who sits right next to him is making that difficult.

Look, if you looked up ‘hot nerd,’ this is pretty much what comes up. Sharp features, always looks like they’ve stepped out of the courtroom or out of some library where they’ve been digging up answers to obscure questions, glasses that sit halfway down their nose…

See what he means? He should be focusing on whatever equations are on the board right now and not the hot nerd next to him.

Blessedly, the professor ends the lecture a bit early that day to give them time to work on the homework and Roman pulls his notes toward him, wincing at how messy his writing had gotten about halfway through. He takes out the textbook and the homework and starts trying to struggle through it.

It might as well be some code he can’t solve for all the progress he’s getting.

When he works himself into a corner for the fifth time in as many minutes, he pinches the bridge of his nose and looks helplessly at it. He’s so going to fail this class.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m fairly certain that’s against the rules of the classroom we established at the beginning of the semester.”

Roman whips his head around to see the hot nerd smirking at him. Nope. No, this is not fair. He is supposed to be preoccupied by failing this class, thank you. “I—um—“

Hot Nerd chuckles—rude—and nods to Roman’s paper. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m just coming to terms with the fact that I’m gonna fail this class and lose my scholarship, other than that I’m good.”

“Dramatic, are we?”

“I am a theater kid, of course.”

“My mistake.”

No, Roman’s mistake was talking to him because now Hot Nerd is leaning closer and looking down at Roman’s work.

“You’re doing fine,” he says, “you just need to finish doing it by parts.”

“By what now?”

Hot Nerd glances over at him. “What…the professor just went over. Were you not paying attention?”

“I was trying to. I just kept getting distracted!”

“By what?”

Roman’s mouth slams shut. “You know…things.”

Hot Nerd thankfully doesn’t press but then he’s reaching across to grab his own pencil and scooting even closer to Roman. “Look…see, you’ve already got it started. You solved this one just fine, but then you tried to do it again and you got stuck, right?”

Roman is far too distracted to be paying attention right now, but then Hot Nerd is looking up at him and raising an eyebrow.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

“Right, right, sorry. Uh—“ he looks back down— “yeah, if I integrate that again, I just get back to here. Then I can’t actually do anything ‘cause there’s two of them.”

“Right. So you need to do one part and then the other.”

“How?”

“Substitute this in for this, then use this equation…”

Roman zones the fuck out because Hot Nerd is still leaning into his space and pressing against his shoulder and what’s going on again? He only belatedly realizes he’s staring at hot nerd and not at the paper when Hot Nerd pauses and looks up at him.

“Darling,” he says softly, “focus.”

“How am I supposed to focus when you do that?”

“The sooner you focus, the sooner you can finish these, and I can ask for your phone number. Come on, I know you can do it.”

This is unfair. This is unfair and rude and Roman did nothing to deserve this. Still, he doggedly picks up the pencil and does his best not to mix up all the letters he has to keep track of.

He does end up finishing the homework before the end of class and leaves with a free evening and Logan’s number in his phone.

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Any sensible college kid knows that you befriend the barista at your local coffee shop so that when you come in a mess needing caffeine desperately you don’t put them off by being an absolute train wreck about it.

Luckily for Roman, the barista that’s always working during his afternoon mad dash across campus is the fucking best.

For one, he’s the only one who will actually quip back at entitled customers who think it’s a good idea to treat people like servants and he’s ended up trending a few times for the legendary lines he comes up with. For another, he’s got that safe queer energy that makes all the baby queers instinctively flock to the shop on his shifts.

For a third, he’s fucking pretty.

Come on, the eyeshadow is always perfect, his hair is dyed almost every time Roman sees him, and he manages to make the boring aprons look like some NPC in a video game that you have to trade with to get the best items.

And he’s got a nickname for Roman.

“Heya, Princey,” he calls as Roman pushes open the door, “you want your ungodly amount of sugar?”

“You know me.”

“I do, which is why I’m recommending that maybe you try a different drink so all those pearly whites don’t fall out of your face.”

“I’ll have you know my dentist is perfectly happy with the state of my teeth.”

He chuckles. “Uh-huh. Two-forty.”

Roman swipes his student card and scrubs a hand over his face. “Thanks, Virgil.”

“Hey, no problem. The less time I have to deal with people who don’t know what they want, the better. Besides—“ he leans on the counter— “it’s a slow part of the day anyway. The room in the back’s not even full yet.”

Ah. That’s right. Another reason why Virgil’s great. There’s a room in the back of the coffee shop where the old Internet cafe used to be—this is an old building, okay—and he’s turned it into like, this safety room? It’s super quiet, there are a bunch of beanbags and blankets, it’s great if you’re super stressed and need a place to crash that isn’t your dorm. And you get drinks.

“Really?”

“Really.” He grins up at him. “I know you probably gotta sprint to a class, but you could also hang out for a while if you want. ’S just me.”

“Coffee shop where you work, huh? Swanky first date.”

“I’ll even buy you a drink.”

Roman laughs, but then Virgil actually goes back into the computer and refunds Roman’s drink.

“Wait, what?”

He just winks and goes off to make it, like Roman’s just supposed to deal with this now.

…he can miss his next class.

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“How much does a polar bear weigh?”

Roman rolls his eyes at the cheesy pickup line, setting aside his book. “Enough to break the ice, why?”

He turns and looks up at the person who said it and oh, hello.

Said person is much too well-dressed to be standing in a college library with a long black coat that makes him look a bit like an anime protagonist. Like a cross between some mysterious technology genius in a sci-fi story and a fantasy butler.

What is my life?

Tall dark and handsome raises an eyebrow and gestures at the seat across from Roman with a—who wears gloves inside anymore? Who cares, they work for him—gloved hand. “May I?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He sits down and folds his hands and just stares at Roman. “I do hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No, no, I’m—I’m disturbable.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He takes off one of his gloves—Roman is not some Victorian maiden swooning at the sight of his wrist—and holds out his hand. “Janus.”

“Roman.”

“A pleasure.”

Did this guy like, stumble out of some fictional universe? He fucking brings Roman’s hand up to kiss it, Roman is in fact going to perish in this library seat right now.

“I’m not in the habit of doing this,” he says easily like he isn’t melting Roman into a puddle right now, “but I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“Um…why?”

Janus quirks an eyebrow. “You’re stunning, sweetie.”

He chuckles again when Roman reacts to that quite reasonably by turning bright red.

“And stunnable, I see.” He sets Roman’s hand on the table, still held in his, rubbing gently with his thumb. “Am I being too much?”

Yes, but don’t you dare fucking stop. “N-no, I just—you just surprised me.”

“Do you expect me to believe no one’s asked you out to dinner before?”

“Not like this, no.”

“I suppose I shall have to be your first, then.” And the bastard winks.

“Not before dinner, you won’t.”

“No, I suppose that’s fair. Shall I leave you in peace, then, to finish your book?”

“You can stay if you want. But I might take a while.”

“Dense literature?”

“You’re distracting.”

“This doesn’t seem like a problem.”

“It is if I don’t want to fail the test I have on Friday.”

He doesn’t fail the test, but that’s only because he’d have to make it up when he’s supposed to be having dinner with Janus.

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“Re? Re, I’m home!”

Remus sticks his head around the corner. “Ro-bro! How was your day?”

“Fine. Are you hungry?”

“A little, but I gotta finish my homework first.”

Roman smiles and hangs up his coat, quickly coming around the corner of their little studio apartment to the kitchen. He checks the fridge and pulls out one of the takeout containers. “You still in the mood for Chinese?”

“Ooh, yes. Just as soon as I finish explaining why this character’s a fucking idiot.”

“Are you still reading Waiting for the Barbarians?”

“Yes, and I want to punch this bitch.”

“Please tell me those aren’t your notes.”

“My notes are whatever help me remember the shit I need. If I need to write that Colonialist Bastard thinks that getting slapped on the wrist makes him like the woman he’s objectifying to remember how the colonel fetishizes and objectifies suffering because of how his bureaucratic life has become mundane and outdated, then that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“…that’s my little brother.”

“You know it.”

Roman rolls his eyes fondly and ruffles Remus’s hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, get outta here. Let me work. You get hit on again today?”

“I should never have told you about that.”

“You’re building a harem, is what you’re doing.”

“I am not!”

“So they all know about each other? They know there’s others vying to get a piece of you?”

“Remus!”

“What? Do they?”

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know, I’m sure they know each other, we all go to the same school.”

Remus looks up with a grin. “You’ve got so many people after you, Ro, I should vet them. Give them the shovel talk about what’s gonna happen to them if they hurt you. With my shovel.”

“If you lose your scholarship over threatening my friends—“

“Worth it.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Remus sighs dramatically—Roman knows where he gets it— “fine. But you better invite them over here so I can meet them.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to finish your homework or not?”

Remus turns back to his work, grumbling all the while. Roman looks at him for another moment, a soft smile coming to his face.

As long as he’s got his brother, he’s got all the love and support he needs.

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cuubism · 2 years

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Tag Game 🎉

tagged by @arialerendeair :) ❤ thank you

Favorite Color: oh god are there any colors not to like. but i enjoy what i believe is properly called 'millennial pink', and also the sort of chestnut/burnt orange color of some horses (like the one in my pfp hehe)

Currently Reading: i've been reading The Attention Merchants on and off for a while, a very good history of advertising and how it is a plague upon our existence 👍 and i recently finished Iron Widow. lots of satisfying rage in that book

Last Song: i'm constantly playing stuff so there's never a proper last song but some favs recently are Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom (from my Dream/Corinthian playlist, yeah, i can't lie, i kind of ship it. but in the most toxic 'i want to destroy you. please love me' way possible) >> "cuz everyone knows that teeth are where your heart was, love"

and Hunger by Florence & the Machine from my Dreamling playlist :) >> "you make a fool of death with your beauty"

Last Movie: it's been too long 😥 but i'm rewatching one of my first great loves Hannibal for the millionth time :) even tho i still haven't finished sandman...........

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: savory, at least as of late

Currently Working On: aria you are a vibe with the million wips. i have in waking dreams, which is the the dream-marriage fic; magnusbae and i's unhinged 'sugar baby' au; another dreamling / dream-centric thing about reconstructing your life after catastrophe and relearning how to create; that one that i half posted and have to finish... and i finally figured out what was wrong with ch 5 of IRL and picked that up again. malec i will not abandon you

Tagging @magnusbae, @silver-lily-louise, @bytheangell, @dr-lemurr 🥰🥰 enjoy

#'ship' is not really the right word for how i feel about dream and the corinthian...#it's more like 'i want to watch this car crash'#my fics #tag game #in waking dreams #silly rabbit au #unfortunately that's what it's called #onlyfans au

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allkinds-oftrash · 2 years

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The Crown S5E2 Commentary:

Non-Spoiler Version - It’s a Philip and Diana centric episode; interwoven as separate stories. A solid Diana episode that’s warming me up to Elizabeth’s portrayal of her. The Phillip side was entertaining knowing what’s to come. Kind of feeling mixed feeling about the dynamic between the new Phil and Di but more on that under the cut.

Spoilers Under The Cut:

"I gave up the great love of my life for something new" Lmaooo foreshadowing Ohmygod Philly totally took advantage of the sad-horny pipeline shdkdks

Ummm why is Di just spilling secrets to everyone??? OH it's James Colhurst Oh fuck is her phone being tapped wtff

Penny dearest he's got liver spots WHY would you have an affair with him??Boy you were literally fine a minute ago what's going on??? End of life crisis?? All the double entendres alluding to their future affair is so funny pls I can't even

I'm cackling at James looking like a school boy from Eton returning home for the holidays sjdkdk

She sounds and looks like Di for sure just the mannerisms hmmm I need to watch rewatch some of the old Di clips after this Okay I'm warming up to her

I'm sure Philip was a horse boy before this but the way they never showed it but now he's become The Horse Boy is funny af Oh giving her gifts buddy you're playing a dangerous game

Andrew Morton feels shady I wanna listen to these tapes I wanna cryyyy Diana my beloved 😭😭 Oh gosh James

I'm glad Di's got a good system now; she's finally getting stronger Lmao Di these aren't your friends dhdkjdd Bro wtf this is terrifying the way James got hit and Morton's home was robbed

Penny you fucking snitch stay out of it

The dyanmic between this Di and Phil is off and they don't have the natural (familial) chemistry that Emma and Tobias had

Not Philly trying to hide his emotional affair Not Lizzie talking about God watching over them 🤡🤡

LIONEL RICHIE!! The soundtrack is popping off

Omgg she published the book! Good for her Lmaooo Andrew Morton be spitting facts Oh gosh she looks brilliant in that Queen Mary tiara - one of her most iconic looks tbh

"All Out War" God I'm terrified for her.

#The Crown #The Crown Season 5 #The Crown Spoilers

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demongf-rights · 3 years

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Kill Your Heroes

Reiner Braun x afab Scout!Reader

Summary: Reiner fell in love with you during his time undercover as a Scout and now that its time for him to go back home he can't bring himself to leave you behind.

Author's Note: This is my first completed anime one-shot. I've had this idea of Reiner forcing Reader back to Marley with him for a few months so I wanted to try to actually get the start of it down into words. I'm usually a more smut-centric author but will occasionally write something on the more angsty side. Depending on how well this is received I may end up writing a more smutty Part II with Reader in Marley with Reiner.

Word Count: 1.4k | Read on AO3

Content Warnings: kidnapping, Reader was drugged, betrayal, angst, light smut, possessive love, toxic love, Titan!Reiner, canon typical battle imagery, implied mention of canon major character death (Betolt), mention of scars

Dazed, you try to take a step forward only to find you are unable to move. Confusion settles in as you press back and feel the bite of leather straps across your back, strapping you into place with your arms and legs tied together; your limbs wrapped around someone’s waist and shoulders, keeping you from being able to move. But who? You couldn’t tell from the back of their head at this close range though there was something oddly familiar about your captor.

“I’m really sorry about this. We couldn’t afford to have you running off on us before we get out of this mess. I was hoping the drugs would have outlasted this part, but the Scouts are ever vigilant. Don’t worry though– you’re safe with me. I swore to him that I would watch out for you until we’re in the clear. Until we’re all back home,” your kidnapper says.

You would recognize that voice anywhere– quiet as he generally was, you had heard this voice more times than you could count as your group of close friends came to the forefront of your brain. One face in particular flashes in your mind and your heart gives a painful squeeze to think that he might have had anything to do with this.

“Him who? What’s happening, Bertolt?” you ask your comrade with a shaky voice, “Is this some intense new training exercise?”

His silence is deafening, even with the sound of Titan and horse footsteps pounding in your ears.

“‘fraid not,” Bertolt says, his soft voice almost drowned out from the sound of heavy feet hitting ground, “ Reiner didn’t want you to find out this way, but we ran out of options due to unforeseeable events. He refused to leave you behind no matter how much I tried to talk some sense into him. He’s convinced that you just need time to understand, though I doubt that will ever happen.”

“Of course I’ll never understand this! You and Annie were my comrades! And Reiner– Reiner was my–my…oh god, he’s the Armored, isn’t he,” you wail as the truth of their treason sets in.

Images of times with your closest friends flash before your eyes.

Goofing around at meal times with your group; howling with laughter when Jean and Conny had to tie Sasha to her chair and hand-feed her so that she didn’t keep snatching second and third servings before the rest of the table had a chance to eat their firsts. Weapons training with Mikasa and Eren and hand-to-hand combat training with Annie– the only place she ever opened up and allowed you to see a shred of herself. Watching Bertolt’s gaze lingering on her a little longer than it should when she would suddenly leave the group without so much as a shrug goodbye. On a few rare occasions after one several too many drinks, he had even drunkenly opened up to you about his feelings for her, leading to long discussions– ones he would likely not remember–of you encouraging him to make a move.

And then Reiner…

A flood of memories with him spill out uncontrollably. Memories of being pulled into dark rooms and closets that neither of you were supposed to enter just to steal a few breath-taking kisses in between your busy training schedules. Long after the lights went out and Sasha’s and Conny’s snores shook the walls of yours and your comrades’ shared room, Reiner nudging you awake to creep out together; being in a fit of laughs and giggles as you ran through the dark alleyways, escaping to the nearest lake for skinny dipping and heavy petting under the full moonlight. Secret, sinful rendezvous in the pews of the nearest Church of the Walls after the members and ministers were long gone for the night. Disguising yourselves in civilian clothes and meeting up at pay-by-the-hour inns; pretending to be complete strangers while he watched you from across the bar as he nursed his beer before finally making a move and dragging you up to the room he had rented for a few hours.

The most recent, and painful, memory however was of Reiner’s thick, strong body weighing yours down while he ground his hips against yours, not a care in the world if Bertolt felt the slight creaking and shifting of wood from the top bunk. His hand clamped over your mouth to silence your quiet, pleasured moans and cries while a symphony of his own controlled groans sounded hot against your ear with each puff of breath. The way he had let it slip afterward that he loved you… and how he refused to take it back when you tried to give him an out. You had laughed right in his face– teased him for being so pussy-drunk that he didn't know what the hell he was talking about, that he clearly needed to sleep it off.

But when you met his face again, it wasn’t creased with the familiar laugh lines and bright playful eyes, instead completely sober with his dark blonde brows pinched in the middle. He said that it wasn’t funny, that this was the most lucid he had been in four years– at the time, you had thought that lucid was an odd word for him to choose but brushed it off in the seriousness of the moment. With a frown tilting on his face, he insisted that he would never be able to let you go after this. His eyes had briefly wandered and unfocused, as if this single thought was only just now dawning on him at that exact moment; and within seconds he was back, staring into the depths of your eyes.

“I love you,” he said firmly with promise. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind with the way he kissed those words into your mouth over and over again, forcing them into you with each possessive stroke of his tongue.

A ripple of pain shoots like a lightning bolt through your heart as the sweetness of these memories are soured with the bitterness of his betrayal.

It was them who destroyed the wall that day in Shiganshina, leaving many people– your people, without their families or homes. And then again just mere months ago at the south gate of Trost, directly causing the deaths of many of your comrades. All of the pain and suffering your people had been through over the last several years led right back to the ones you had put the most faith and trust in. The first real friends– and love– you had ever known, and yet they were also your biggest tormentors.

“Why?” you demand out loud at no one and both of them at the same time, “WHY!”

When neither of them respond, you begin to jerk forward in an attempt to bring yours and Betolt’s bodies tumbling over the edge of your Titan lover’s shoulder. Betolt nearly loses his balance but is quick to think on his feet and deploys his ODM gear to anchor onto Reiner’s armor, holding the two of you in place as the Titan continues to run toward the horizon. Suddenly, the two of you are shrouded in darkness as a giant hand cups the space where you both reside, creating an impenetrable cave.

Reiner had heard everything and knew you were trying to escape him.

I’ll never be able to let you go after this. I promise you this, babydoll– if you ever tried to leave me, there isn’t a piece of land I wouldn’t search and a person I wouldn’t kill to get you back, Reiner’s words ring in your ears.

After years, the Scouts still hadn’t figured out a way to breach the armor walls of his Titan and even if they did, the Colossal was always going to be the more destructive Plan B. Captain Erwin wouldn’t risk sacrificing his entire branch for a single soldier– what good would that serve humanity? There was no way you were escaping this and your comrades weren’t going to be able to save you. So you watched helplessly as the love of your life stole you away from the only home you had ever known and shipped you back to his homeland with complete strangers. Until the day he returned to Marley with Zeke in defeat– two Titans short and covered in fresh battle scars.

#reiner x reader #reiner x you #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #aot fanfiction #reiner braun fanfic #reiner braun

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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years

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Do you have any fanfic recs? Cause I plowed through a lot but a lot I don’t really jive with. But your (correct) vision of the bats is what I’m looking for. You know Bruce is trying to be a dad and not ever hitting his kids. And everyone is like we hate each other for reasons but we also love each other.

Btw you literally make me grin. You’re truly funny and I just go on you blog and it makes my day better. Like the kind of smile you can’t smother and it just lasts for ages so thank you for every meme and joke and headcannon. They are so perfect

oh god you’re really putting a load on me here okay so good dad bruce wayne and overall good batfam stuff,,, also thanks so much! im really glad you like this stuff

Safe And Sound - watchingthestars13

this one is just,,, the cutest and i have read it like 20 times so far and it never fails to disappoint. it’s a 5+1 with times his kids called him dad and once he called himself dad. it has a hint of superbat, but that’s not the focus of the story.

Latchkey - goldkirk

okay this was one of the first tim drake centric works i read and it is the shit. (it also got me permanently imprinting on the first stupid nerd i saw) it’s about tim befriending jason and getting sucked into their family, while he’s trying not to get them to know he knows about their secret identities

Excelsior - jerseydevious

when i tell you you should read this im not kidding, it is one of my favourite batfam works and it’s just *chefs kiss* it’s incredibly well written and the characterisations are just beautiful and i love it so much. it’s about bruce buying damian a horse,,,, and then it all spirals from there.

Hummingbirds Under His Skin - jerseydevious

this,,, i just- dang this is a really good fic and i love it so very much. no explanation needed. bruce and dick have a little chit chat about being bisexual.

In For a Penny - cdelphiki

have you ever thought about how bruce must’ve been like 25 when damian was born? no? how damian was born when dick already lived with bruce? no? now have you ever thought about damian arriving at the manor as a baby? well now you do. it is,,, so cute and so angst, but so cute.

birds fly in every direction - distracted_dragon

is it obvious that i love tim drake yet? this is long, like 180.000-ish words but it is chockfull of shenanigans and angst and i love it so much. omg shit i just remembered @batfam-chaos is the author of this. i literally followed them bc of the fic and then i forgot they were the author omg. okay it’s about tim!! being very smart and researching vigilantes and then him befriending jason!

Emergency Contact - lurkinglurkerwholurks

if it’s not obvious i love tim yet,,,, ill eat my fucking hat. this is just a short cute fic about dad! bruce freaking the fuck out.

Disaster Zone - engmaresh

this is just hella cute and ridiculously fun. about bruce’s bathroom being terrorised by his kids, lots of big family shenanigans.

Pot, Meet Kettle - borntobemild

*screaming* i love stephanie brown!!!!!! (and tim drake) and stephanie brown and tim drake besties dynamic!!! it’s about tim and steph being bffs with shitty dads :( but i love it,,, read it now.

My own batfam works

okay it’s probably weird to rec your own stuff, but i’m just putting out there that i am incapable of writing bad dad! bruce wayne so it definitely doesn’t have that.

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grasslandgirl · 3 years

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FALLING for you

It was an accident. Really. Katja was tall, and she’d always been more comfortable on horseback than on her own feet. So when a root sticking out of the ground caught on her boot while she was walking home from school with Ostentatia; it was an inevitability that Katja would trip. And take Ostentatia down with her. And somehow, through a feat of physics Katja didn’t understand, ended up sprawled on her back with Ostentatia on top of her- their faces mere inches apart.

Katja stared. Ostentatia stared back. Katja didn’t think about how she could smell Ostentatia’s strawberry lip gloss, the Love Spell perfume she reapplied at lunch, the oregano hair rinse her Nonna made her use every weekend. Ostentatia blinked down at Katja. Katja was sure she was bright red and probably smelled like the stables (the bad stables smell, like dirt and sweat and poop- not the good stables smell of fresh hay and Cinnamon’s special cinnamon-scented mane conditioner).

Ostentatia sat up, rolling off of Katja and sitting down on the grass beside her. Katja closed her eyes for a moment, staying sprawled out on her back. Her stomach was one big knot and she could still feel Ostentatia watching her. Her knee was right next to Katja’s ribs, and if either of them moved even an inch, they would be touching. Katja opened her eyes again, looking up at the blue sky through the branches of the tree above her.

She sat up. Ostentatia was still staring at her, mouth pursed up tiny and determined.

"I- I'm sorry-" Katja started to say.

Ostentatia shoved her hand out towards Katja's face, holding one finger in front of her face to silence her. "Don't say you're sorry." Ostentatia commanded, and Katja's mouth snapped shut. She tried very hard not to think about how close Ostentatia's hand was to her mouth. She tried not to think about how close Ostentatia’s mouth had been to hers a minute ago. This is just how Ostentatia, Katja told herself, she's loud and she's pushy and she goes into my personal space because she cares about me- like a friend. That's it. "Don't apologize to me," Ostentatia continued, scowling up at Katja. "You did not to anything wrong."

"But I-"

"No!" Ostentatia interrupted again, "I need to tell you something! And I'm going to say it!"

Katja nodded, mute with worry. Ostentatia stood, unspeaking. Her eyes bored holes into Katja. Her jaw trembled, even as she glared, and Katja worried for a second that Ostentatia was about to cry.

Ostentatia crying was the third worst thing Katja could think of, after Cinnamon dying or her Dad being upset. Katja very pointedly did not think about the connecting factor between those three things. If Ostentatia started crying, than Katja was going to start crying too, and then Ostentatia would be upset she'd made Katja cry, and then Penny would appear out of nowhere- she had a weird sixth sense ability to tell whenever one of them was crying- and the weird moment would be broken.

Katja didn't think about how pretty Ostentatia still managed to look- even when she cried. Tears streaming down her face in clean lines, eyes sparkling even as she glared at someone or something, nose turning bright red. Katja always ended up with a lot of snot over her face, and that wasn't a good look for anyone but Cinnamon (who looked beautiful always and forever no matter the circumstances).

Katja wondered what was so important or so bad that Ostentatia couldn't bring herself to say it aloud- even to her. There were only a few things that Ostentatia struggled to say (that was one of the things Katja lo- liked the most about her; how Ostentatia wasn't ever afraid to say what she thought)- not like Katja, who still felt the most comfortable talking to Cinnamon.

"I'm going to say it." Ostentatia repeated, but it sounded more like she was saying it to herself this time, not to Katja. Her finger was still an inch away from Katja's lips. Katja still wasn't thinking about it. Ostentatia had really pretty hands, too: perfect nails with real gems on them, she and her mom had a regular appointment to get them done together every month. One time, Ostentatia invited Katja to go with them, but Katja didn't end up going- it's hard to set up horse tack with inch-long acrylics. (Even if Ostentatia said her nail tech could totally do a horse design if Katja wanted. Even though Ostentatia had taken Katja's hand in her own and told her she had nice nail beds. Even though Ostentatia's hands had been warm and gentle on hers.) Katja blinked. Ostentatia was scowling.

Back before they were The Maidens, back before they were friends, Katja had thought that Ostentatia's scowl was the scariest thing in the world (after the thought of Cinnamon getting hurt or dying, of course). But, Katja realized with a little bit of pride, she knew Ostentatia well enough now to know this wasn't her pissed-off-at-You scowl, this was her pissed-off-at-Me scowl.

"I'm gonna say it," Ostentatia said for the third time, almost murmuring it. Her perfectly-manicured eyebrows were low over her eyes, jaw set and determined.

"I love you," Ostentatia whispered.

Katja's heart fell out of her chest.

Ostentatia wasn't one who was afraid of telling people she loved them- she did it often, loudly, and with pride. But this was different. This wasn't how Ostentatia said it to the other maidens, or even how Katja had overheard her say it to her family. This was quiet, an intention behind the words that Katja was terrified to put a name to.

Ostentatia huffed, blowing a small strand of hair out of her face. "I mean like- whatever, I love you. Like. Eugh-" she finally took her hand away from Katja's face, gesturing with both of her arms wildly- "Like love you, okay! Like, Zelda and her weirdo boyfriend, like Danielle and Antiope, like Sam and that fucking bitch Aelwyn. Like- like you. Okay??" Ostentatia's voice rose in pitch and volume as she talked, but behind all her bravado, Katja saw something she'd never seen in Ostentatia before- uncertainty.

Oh.

"Oh." She breathed, and like she was waiting for any response from Katja, Ostentatia froze- arms hanging in the air, mid-gesture.

"Oh?" Ostentatia echoed. Her voice was angry, but her eyes were still uncertain, even- afraid.

"I, uh, like- love you too." Katja mumbled. She'd read a lot of the romance-centric books in the Babysitter's Horse series (even written some stories of her own for some of them, but that wasn't here or there-) but nothing Katja had ever read could have prepared her for how hard it was to say it aloud. "Uh, I didn't know that- but you just- and I don't know how to. Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Uh. Did you want to-" Katja racked her brain for something cool or romantic to say. (In most of the Babysitter's Horse books, they went and got hay from the same trough together- or even sugar cubes in some of the later, teen editions- but Katja didn't think Ostentatia would want to do that.) "Get ice cream? From Basrars? With me? Just me- not the other girls? Or, I mean, if you wanted to invite them too we can if you want to, but I thought maybe we could-"

"Yes." Ostentatia was twisting one of her rings around her finger- a nervous tic- but she was smiling up at Katja. She had a really pretty smile, and it made something go mushy and warm in Katja's stomach to realize that it was her that was making Ostentatia smile like that. "Yes. Basrar's. A date."

"Oh. Okay. Cool." A date.

"Okay," Ostentatia said definitively. She took Katja's hand in her own- warm, with callouses on her palm and cool metal rings on her fingers. "Let's go." Ostentatia tugged Katja to her feet.

“Ostentatia?” Katja hated how her voice wavered, hated how even in this wonderful, important moment, she still shook with uncertainty. She turned, raised an imperious eyebrow; but there was still that warm smile on her mouth, her hand around Katja’s- and that was enough to bolster Katja’s courage. “I wanted to kiss you. Earlier. When we-” Katja felt like her face was on fire- “and also. Before then. A lot. So.” She grimaced, looking down at Ostentatia’s warm hand still tight around hers. “Sorry, I’m not good at this.”

“Katja.” Ostentatia took a step closer. Katja could see her pristine Fantasy Uggs in the grass. “Look at me.” How was Katja supposed to ignore that? She did, tugging her gaze away from their interwoven fingers. Ostentatia’s smile was a blinding, burning thing, spread across her face. Katja had heard her talk about her god’s Holy Forge before- how it had burned impossibly hot for centuries, how no mere mortal could look upon it without Logran’s blessing or their face would get burned off- Katja thought that’s what Ostentatia’s smile looked like. So beautiful she was scared she would go blind from the force of it. “You’re good at this. You’re good at a lot of stuff. Don’t shit talk my girlfriend like that.”

“Girlfriend-?” Katja squeaked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“And for the record? I thought about kissing you, too.” Ostentatia tipped her head, huffing as though she’d just won an argument. Katja beamed. “So there. Can we go get ice cream and make out now?”

“Ye- yeah. Yes. Let’s go.” Katja held Ostentatia’s hand the whole way to Basrar’s- and she didn’t trip once.

#HHHHHHHHHH THEYRE SO.....#d20 #the seven #fic #ostentatia wallace #katja cleaver #whats their ship name? kastentatia?#anyway s/o to casey aberfeath as always for being my sounding board love uuuu

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seyenna · 4 years

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Philza and/or Techno and/or Ranboo fic recs

just some of my fav dsmp fics, mainly phil, techno or ranboo bc i’m biased but also a bunch of sbi and others

this one goes out mainly to zablr discord my beloved

pls tell me if the links don’t work

all of these are on ao3

rating\status(complete/ongoing)\warnings\word count\misc tags

ichor flows free amongst the iron by summer_rising

T\o\violence\13k\series\gods AU

Summary:

A gods and goddesses AU of the Dream SMP, dramatized for all our benefits.

First work:

"Two gods meeting on a mountaintop overlooking the stormy sea? Very classy, Dream, I appreciate your taste."

Dream didn't turn to look at him, but the faint shake of his shoulders let Techno know he had heard.

"Scar's healing up nicely, I see," Techno mumbled with a light nod of his head.

"Mhm. Cut nice and clean. Not that I expected any less from you, of course."

The god of power and the god of luck meet on a mountaintop to discuss Luck's standing in the ongoing political disaster.

We're Only Young by ImperialKatwala

G\o\-\66k\series\Dream & Technoblade

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

And when the sun comes up, you'll find a brand new god. by SkyboxZoo

M\o\violence\19k\gods AU

Summary:

The wounds from the fight had healed nigh instantly, but the golden blood still soaked Techno’s shirt. His cloak had gotten torn off and his hair had fallen out of its pony-tail. Ichor pooled in his boots. The man left a trail of golden, bloody footprints in his wake.

old gods (new gods) by WriterWinged

T\o\-\9k\series\gods AU

Summary of first work:

Survival, Blood, Madness. Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot. Three gods who have never cared for mortal life, who play with them when they want to, who kill their toys just as easily. How, then, did a mortal end up in their hands?

This House Is A Fucking Nightmare by SilverWing15

T\c\-\17k\series\sbi

Summary:

AU Where Phil isn't quite as willing to stand by while his sons drop like flies

Summary of third part (my fav):

Does lingering too long in the shadow of a god make you a god? The voices in his head seem to think so.

His brothers know he's older than them but they don't know how much

OR: Technoblade doesn't think his brothers realize how different they are from ordinary men. After all, ordinary men may fight the gods, but they don't win.

It's been a long day. by BecausePlot

G\c\-\3k\Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

Sides are bad: he knows that much. He’s seen it tear people apart time and time again, so when he decided to separate himself from Tubbo and keep his distance, he knew he was in the right.

Well. He thought he was in the right, at the time. Sitting all by himself on the steps to the Prime Path, he’s not so sure anymore.

Yes, the sides might have torn the others apart, might have made them so weak that they have no choice but to fold under Dream’s hand, but at least they aren’t lonely.

So are sides bad?

‘I don’t know.’

~*~

Or, Ranboo looks out at the ruins of L'Manburg, feeling more lost and lonely than he ever has.

But, as he soon finds, he's not as alone as he thinks.

the voices in my head, they say a lot of things by rosyasteria

-\c\violence\1k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Some days the voices didn’t listen. They didn’t let up. They screamed instead of whispered, relentless, assaulting his ears until they bled.

tell them i was the warmest place you knew and you turned me cold by rosyasteria

-\c\-\2k\Techonblade-centric

Summary:

Technoblade cared. But in the end it just fucked him over.

For the majority of his life, Techno felt like less of a companion, less of a family member, and more like a weapon to be wielded. 'The Blade' they called him; never 'friend'.

It Leaves Little Time for Anything Else by mirandible

M\c\-\1k\part of series\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

A young man aims for the top, but fate has other plans for him. So does Technoblade, apparently.

(Or: answering the question of “Why does Techno hide his scars if they’re supposed to be some sort of trophy? Why keep your point of pride a secret?”)

the best requiem is a bar of silence (and I'll sing it, even if I must hold back my tears) by jello12451

T\o\-\10k\Philza & Technoblade

Summary:

He can’t help the noise of celebration that escapes him. Techno- this means that Techno’s free, and he got his horse back, and everything is alright-

Tubbo, filled with rage at Phil’s cheers, turns and impulsively shoots an arrow.

He doesn’t expect to hit his target.

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Alternatively: What if Phil didn't have a bucket of water when Tubbo shot him?

Change fate by being aggressively kind by sircantus

T\o\-\13k\sbi, Philza-centric

Summary:

“You do understand that you’re caring for the thing meant to bring destruction and chaos to our world, right?” The woman asks, Phil looking behind him fondly as Techno grabs at the ends of his wings.

“He’s just a child.” Phil answers distractedly, humming as his wings get gently yanked at.

“He’s the first of three to destroy life as we know it! Shouldn’t we, well, get rid of him?!”

“Oh, no.” Phil raises his eyes with a sharp glare. “Believe me, I have my own way of preventing the apocalypse.”

---

Or, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy are basically chaotic forces of nature, destined from birth to end the world and bring destruction. Most who hear of the tale of them are trying their best to track them down, and to end the monsters while they’re still young, still just children.

Phil has a different plan.

(In which Phil raises the minecraft equivalents of the anti-christ with love and support, so much so to the point where the world ending is really just a funny thought, and Phil has three kids who casually have powers that are bit more extreme than anything else in the world)

I promised you that everything would be fine by findingkairos

G\c\-\6k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

manifestation: (n.)

1. an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something abstract or theoretical;

2. a version or incarnation of something or someone;

3. an appearance of a ghost or spirit;

4. the Blood God.

When he's young and still alone, still establishing his reputation as the immortal warrior, Technoblade makes up an imaginary friend.

Years later, the blood god is very real and very much a god: one that is prepared to do anything for their first and only friend.

the inner mechanism of a black box by Bee_4

T\c\violence, self-harm\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Technoblade lets himself get imprisoned for Philza’s sake. He doesn’t plan on being there long. Unfortunately, he’s underestimated Pandora’s Vault.

There are things that will make even the Blade fall apart in due time, as it turns out.

carry all my sins by BananasofThorns

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo-centric

Summary:

Ranboo swallows. “All my armor and weapons and stuff are missing. Fundy and I were gonna go looking for them after the festival, I think.”

“I see.” Tubbo smiles again, but this time it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just a festival. We could probably find someone to lend you a sword or an axe or something.”

He starts towards the stage, waving at people when they call his name, and Ranboo follows. The original panic has dulled to a cold buzz in his chest, but apprehension still wraps itself around his body like chains. He doesn’t like being without his armor and tools; he feels too exposed, and if something happens, he’ll be helpless.

“Ranboo?” Tubbo calls, glancing back.

Ranboo shakes his head and hurries to catch up. “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he repeats. “Everything’s gonna be fine."

Tubbo grins. “That’s the spirit.”

Rule 5: be loyal. L'manberg doesn't do well with supposed traitors. Ranboo deals with the consequences.

Sojourn by Lacy_Star

T\o\-\13k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

“Well…” Ranboo started slowly, “You see, uh… I kinda… don’t have a house anymore, obviously. Um… Phil found me in—“ He paused, cutting himself off and squinting at the floorboards— very discreet, “Phil… found me. And… um… He said I could stay by you guys. Like, um, by the dog house he wants to build?” He paused, then began to ramble, “But, uh, if you don’t want me here, I understand— and I’m sorry for coming in your house when you weren’t here, I swear I didn’t touch anything— it was just cold outside and—“

Techno just stared at him. And how, how was this the second time this had happened to him? How was this the second time he returned home after battle to discover an injured teenage boy waiting for him, seeking assistance with nowhere to go? And how badly had that ended last time, in nothing but betrayal and insults?

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AKA: Phil drags a half-enderman home after Doomsday, and Techno decides that they can keep it. For now.

can an axe count as rent? by aboutfivebees

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

Ranboo’s struggling to settle into his new life on the Arctic Anarchist Commune, but at least he’s got bread.

or the struggles of an enderman hybrid to come up with a housewarming gift to give to his friends, who are just trying to adopt him

The Caged Bird Sings of Freedom by StarPrince_Punk

T\o\-\25k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

The Blade's stance was still tense, his body prepared to fight at a moment’s notice if need be. “What’s your name?” Phil asked “My… name?” The Blade asked. “Yeah. Your name isn’t actually The Blade, right? That’s like a stage name?” Phil tried to keep his tone light. “What’s your real name?” The Blade hesitated. “No one… No one’s called me by my name in a long time.” ------- When Phil comes across Ranboo in his panic room after L'Manberg's destruction, it reminds him of when he first met Technoblade. And just like when he met Techno, Phil's first instinct is that he has to help this kid. While living together, Techno and Ranboo learn that they're much more similar than they had previously thought, and Phil learns that it's not too late for him to be a better dad.

This already feels like more of a home by H3118ENDER

T\o\violence, death\18k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

As the ashes of L'Manberg settle the conflict continues to come to life setting the stage for a new wave of blood shed. Stuck slam in the middle of past and present friends Ranboo is coming to learn that even without nations to their names feelings and feuds don't die but people, people do.

A Shadow of a Shadow by unappetizingegg

T\c\-\4k\ Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

There were a few beats of silence, and then- “What are your plans, now? Do you need a place to stay?”

That caught him off guard. Surely he’d heard incorrectly. Phil was offering him a home, right after he’d orchestrated the destruction of his past one? It didn’t make any sense, none of it did. Why would Phil say that?

Then he remembered, he remembered Techno stopping him in the fight. He remembered being handed his book, the question in Techno’s gaze. He swore, in that moment, Technoblade, the Technoblade, had been worried about him. He remembered that he had been told to leave, to run, to get away and preserve himself. He had spared him, he remembered that Techno had spared him.

Techno had helped him. Phil had tried to protect him, to get him away from the danger.

They were there for him.

---

alternatively:

Ranboo is alone. But he really isn't.

Meritocracy by oddsbodkins

G\o\-\18k\Dream & Technoblade, sbi, medieval AU

Summary:

Dream is more successful than he'd ever imagined - but there's one thing that's been bothering him. Technoblade, his biggest rival, the Acolyte of the Blood God and King of the Arena, went missing last spring, just before Dream got the chance to duel him. Without that one achievement to pave his way, all the following victories have felt cheap.

So, Dream hired some goons to dig Technoblade up and pester him into coming back to the Capitol, for one last showdown. Easy enough, right?

Interlude I: "Promises to Keep" by Ozzyyy

T\c\-\1k\part of a series\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

These woods are lovely, dark, and deep But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep.

Techno has a plan. It's crazy. It's insane, it's actually just batshit bonkers. But if chaos cannot be enjoyed together, then what's it worth, yeah? There's a certain beauty in watching the world burn from the center of the flames. Phil intends to be there.

I Don't Want To Start A Fight (wouldn't you rather start a riot?) by KryOnBlock

T\c\violence, death\15k\Technoblade & Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

An universal ping rang out from behind him, the third and final he knew, and Phil sobbed, clutching the body tighter.

Techno didn’t move.

It always has been Technoblade and Philza, Philza and Technoblade. Take on half, and you shall never go back.

Sheltered by Lulatic

G\c\-\6k\Ranboo & Technoblade

Summary:

It was cold outside. But Techno never heard Ranboo complain.

That was the best excuse he could muster to keep him out.

Antarctic Princes 'verse by BirchWrites

T\o\-\15k\series\sbi

Summary:

Loosely-connected one shots set in an AU where the Antarctic Empire and the Dream SMP are in the same world. Ordered chronologically, but each fic can be read as a standalone thing

Summary of first part:

Oh shit. Forget arrested; Dream’s going to have to tell Wilbur that he watched Tommy get stabbed for being terminally stupid.

May we cross paths again by QueenLunaFreed

G\c\-\1k\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

“Even if tomorrow it’s just us versus the entire server, Dream, I’m telling you right now - I have confidence.”

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Dream couldn’t comprehend the pacing contradiction in front of him, the weakness he could clearly see, but would never comment on. Because this man has been defying Dream's expectations since they first met, because despite them not being friends and having no reason to trust each other, Dream knew that Technoblade is the only person who he’d trust to do this right. To destroy L'Manberg alongside him yet again, this time for real.

leave me your starlight by findingkairos

T\o\-\18k\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

For you the world, Phil.

Once upon a time, Philza Minecraft is the only person who does not shy away from the bloody teen that regularly turns the tide of war.

This cements a friendship that will last wars, empires, worlds, and lifetimes.

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(Featuring: Back to Back Badasses, healthy relationships, accidental deification, intentional world domination, and Phil's past coming back to haunt his best friend.)

#fanfic #dsmp #technoblade #philza #ranboo #zablr #fic recs

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broadway-ghoul · 3 years

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I’m home sick rn and I’ve been binge reading everything I can get my hands on. Including checking all 476 works with the Yomo Renji tag on Ao3...

Ahem

Here are all the kinda Yomo-centric ones, or atleast where he playes a kinda big part.

Popsicles - nsfw , Yomo/Uta. Uta fucks Yomo into the mattress. First part kinda made me wanna die of second hand embarassment but the ending’s worth it. 7/10

Precious moments - fluff, Yomo and others being adorable. I’ve re-read this so many times and it’s so cute, Hinami bullies Yomo into braiding her hair. 100/10

V. - fluff/angst, five stages of Hikari’s life. Heartbreaking, but so so good. I:Brother, II:Husband, III:Daughter, IV:Son, V:Self. 100/10

Safe Heaven - Haise’s hurt and he follows his instincts. I actually quite like this one. 8/10

A penny for her thoughts - a drabble collection starring Touka. Chap 2 contains most Yomo. 10/10

Gift horses - Uta participates in valentines day, much to everyones annoyance and my amusement. 9/10

Promised land - Touka and Ayato throughout the series. Not my fave but still good. 6/10

Send to - Kaneki tries to send spicy text to Touka, he accidentally sends them to Yomo. Deadass almost had me in tears. 100/10

Hope - Yomo and Ayato have a short conversation at :re when Touka’s away. I waws hoping Ayato would figure it out, but alas. 7/10

:re - unfinnished work but the first chapter can be read as a stand-alone. Sweet and sad at the same time. also Yomo can’t read- 7/10

Tradition - Uta makes something new for Ichika every year. very wholesome. 9/10

Choosing; Being Chosen; Nothing More - Ichika being surrounded by people who love her. Yomo and Ichika and Uta chap 5. Very sweet. 9/10

A storie like this before - Stories about Hikari and Arata. I like it. 6/10

Unmasked - Uta plays therapist for Hide. Not much Yomo but still 5/10

Memento - Yomo hates hit birthday but Uta got him a gift anyway. Holy mother of god, its so bittersweet. 100/10

Vectors - Angst, canon typical content but starring Uta and Yomo, 8/10

Father figure - Arata’s alive, it’s got the grammar of a 10 yo and it’s not really good but Ii’m putting it in anyway. 2/10

Osaka - Kaneki’s blind. Hide and Yomo helps. Its sweet. 9/10

Wouldn’t be so bad - angst, Nishki loses his crap(understandably) and Yomo has to restrain him. 7/10

Beam - Hide ft. Anteiku Bonding. Hide being the sunshine that he is. 9/10

Hold me closer - there’s only one person who gets to see Yomo greive. Yomo has a mental breakdown and Uta comforts him. 100/10

And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take - Angst, death, Yomo/Uta, this one hurt like a mf. I think this one’s my fave. 200/10.

the truth about presents - the wrapingpaper is determined to make Yomo’s life hell. Yomo/Uta. 9/10

Take me, tease me - nsfw, Yomo/uta. Chap 1 and 3. I like chapter 1 much better than 3. chapter 1 = 10/10.

Glimmer - fluff, Yomo never grew out of his habbit of sitting in high places. 8/10

Welcome home - unfinished, but oh it’s so good. Very sad it’s discontinued. It had so much potential. Human AU! Yomo returnes to Anteiku after 10 years to make amends after he abondoned everyone and everything. 9/10.

The Raven - a poem about our favourite Raven, I know nothing about poetry but I thought it was pretty good. 7/10

The fools journey of fatherhood - discontinued but can be read as multiple short stories, Anteiku gang tries to survive taking care of Kaneki’s child, chap 4 contains the most Yomo. It’s so funny 8/10

Marble Investigator (Amon weighs more than a tree) - Both Amon and Kaneki pass out after their firsrt battle and Yomo carries them both back to Anteiku. Yomo is unbothered by Touka’s rage. 15/10 it’s so funny guys.

Scratches - Yomo fucks up but Uta’s there to take care of him, thankfully. 10/10

Acceptance - Yomo’s perspective on when Haise and the other doves visit :re. sad 9/10

Remain - Yomo fondly remenising about his and Uta’s relationship throughout the years. 8/10

Unfinished buisness - snfw ,Kaneki and Touka get cockblocked by their own child. They give the child to Yomo to babysit so they can fuck in peace. mostly Touka/kaneki smut so 5/10.

snowfall - it’s snowing in the 4th ward, Uta’s inlove with Yomo. 10/10. it was peacefull to read.

Sunshine - Itori/Uta/Yomo. It’s a very well written story, highly recomend. Itori and Uta meeting Yomo and later deciding to bring him into their relationship and how their life goes. Chap 5 can be read as a stand alone but i recomend the whole thing. 9/10

Tangled. - Yomo/Uta being cute. Uta touches Yomos eyes, with permission. 9/10

Christmas - Uta has to dress up as santa because Ichika is getting suspicious as to why uncle Yomo never gets to meet santa. Its so cute help 100/10

Enjoy!~

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A ranking of all the TTT stories in order of how much I liked them.

(Oh god this is so long)

1 My Mother's Axe

BABY ANDYYYYYYYYYYYY. Honestly this one had the trifecta of developing a character's motivations, developing a character's backstory, & developing their personality. The story starting out with Andy teaching Nile to use the axe was so charming and fun, and you could feel that chemistry they had in Opening Fire, the way they teased and bickered with each other so naturally. I loved the wedge between them on the subject of the axe, how Nile was perhaps a little too young to understand Andy's feelings about whether or not its the 'same' axe. I also love how the axe is obviously the symbol of the franchise and hugely important, but you never get a sense of exactly how important it is to Andy until you read the story.

I love the entire Ship of Theseus theme, and how it feels so natural that for Andy she has to get attached to the idea of things rather than the things themselves because she'll always outlive the things themselves-- the axe is symbolically her mom's axe, even if physically it isn't. And I love how she clearly clings to that concept so tightly. "This is the labrys she held in her hands...." IT GETS ME.

And the fact that this sense of BELONGING, of FAMILY, of CULTURE is so important to Andy that she clings to it (figuratively and literally) with both hands. And of course it's important to her, she spent so long alone that the woman doesn't even remember her birth name. That axe (or the idea of that axe) is all she has left of her mother and that family/culture she was born into.

PLUS on that note I love how Andy doesn't remember if her mom was her actual biological mother, but it doesn't matter to her. This woman was her mother in all the ways that counted. And how her mom BETRAYED AND KILLED Andy but Andy loved her so much that she avenged her and carried her axe for thousands of years. THOUSANDS OF YEARS!!!!!!

I also loved how the story transcends the timeline of the whole franchise and seeing Andy through the years. Loved seeing her with the varying squads and with varying axes. Also baby Andy was so cute. It was cool seeing her so young. like holy fuck. Andromache The Scythian, Immortal Warrior (but smol). Love that.

Also I think this one is one of the few ttt stories that doesn't suffer from length problems.

tldr: goddammit greg you've done it again.

2 Zanzibar and Other Harbors

Zanzibar my beloved. I've said before, but it's downright comedic how little regard there was for Joe and Nicky's character designs in this story. The same person who does the colors for the regular comic did the colors for this one too, and you can tell, every panel of this story was Beautiful.

Ik there was A Lot of criticism of this one (lmao @ how the fandom had no idea what was to come) but I thought a lot of The Discourse was a bit dramatic. I did think Nicky came off as a little oblivious to Joe's feelings in this story, but I've said before, I honestly think that was a 'tone not translating' thing. It felt like Nicky was nagging Joe for [checks notes] saving innocent people, but Joe was so amused by Nicky's complaints I really do think it was supposed to come off as teasing.

Plus I know the 'Joe running off into danger and Nicky reluctantly following' dynamic wasn't popular (I'm a pretty meh on it meself) but I did love how Joe's impulsiveness (if you want to call it that) was interpreted as heroism and not hot-hotheadedness. All of the examples Nicky and Joe talked about included Joe explicitly saving people. (and it also took A Lot for the nazi to actually provoke Joe).

I also feel like their characterization here was closest to the movie canon-- the bit where they hear the woman scream and Joe goes running in to save her while Nicky swoops in on Joe's heels to comfort her while Joe and the nazi were fighting reminds me of the train car scene. Joe had suggested First that they go find Nile because she needed to be protected, and Nicky later added that Nile probably also needed emotional support. Similar reactions.

But it was So Good, the themes of queer community and the enduring nature of queer culture are Not themes you see in media that often and it was such a delight how it was done. Also it's one of the few more modern TTT stories that has a completely valid excuse for taking place when it did. Chef's kiss.

3 Passchendaele

I love the Duality between seeing baby Andy and then seeing Mama Andy in the very next issue. This story doesn't have a ton of meat to it, but the entire concept of Andy adopting a war orphan straight off the battlefield PLUCKS MY TENDER LITTLE HEARTSTRINGS, and I think it's especially poignant for comic!Andy. I think most people wouldn't think twice about movie!Andy doing something like that but comic Andy is so hardened and almost cruel sometimes, and seeing that even for her the world hasn't beaten all of the compassion from her yet is SO!!!!!!! this woman contains MULTITUDES okay, she's violent and angry and tired and Done but she's also so kind and compassionate and THE STRENGTH OF HER!!!!! Also the idea of her and Yitzhak co-raising a kid together is so damn cute. It was #mysterious pre-Yitzhak-story but now it's cute. holy fuck. It's cute.

& the headbonk panel of her and Zeus lives in my heart. anyways.

4 Many Happy Returns

I Know people weren't thrilled about Booker being in this one, but I've developed a pet-peeve about that: this story was *not* booker-centric. Booker only exists in this story to the extent required to explain the importance of the gesture Nile makes towards him. If there was a story about Booker making some grand gesture of kindness to Nile no one would be saying it was Nile-centric. bc it wouldn't be! Booker exists in this story to explore Nile's kindness, its not about him. I saw that a couple times and it bothered me. anyways.

AAAAAAAAAA I loved this one, the art was beautiful, I loved how Andy Nile and Booker were drawn (like their comic selves but.. more looking like actual people). I loved Andy and Nile's Bants, how Andy wanted to jump right in and Do Violence but Nile was basically telling her to hold her horses.

I feel like I'm just repeating the post I made on this story a few days ago, but I LOVED how Nile's plan revolves not around violence or Cool Mercenary Skills but on Nile's own life skills (as she canonly did a lot of minimum wage job-hopping before the marines in comics canon). Her plan used her skills, not the skills of an immortal warrior, and HER SKILLS were in fact more useful for the situation! lov to see Nile's resourcefulness and planning skills.

AND HOW NILE WAS PROBABLY WATCHING BOOKER??? it's so Much bc 1.) nile knew booker A SINGLE DAY and yet he made such an impression on her emotionally that she had to keep an eye on him and 2.) she said in the movie she wanted Booker to get off free with an apology. Yes she's a member of the team but that doesn't mean she's necessarily going to follow orders like a good little soldier. I also love how she convinced Andy to go along with it. her HEART, her KINDNESS, her THOUGHTFULNESS, UGH.

5 The Bear

Honestly I have like no negative things to say about this one other than a.) character design issues which is less about the story itself and is more of a 'tog comic in general' criticism and b.) too short, but it was supposed to be a tease, so.

But I loved Yitzhak, I wasn't expecting to really like him at all but like I said in my other post, he tickled me. I love characters who are Kind™, especially if they have little reason to be so given their backgrounds. Chef's kiss. Lov him.

6 Bonsai Shokunin

I know this one was a little controversial bc of the outsider POV but whenever I see people upset about that they never point out that the Outsider Guy (the samurai) existed as a reflection on Noriko. His ideas are explained in the text to develop hers. The whole story follows how she gave mercy to a scared young man and in response he murdered Noriko, repeatedly! Who gave him the right to inflict such pain and suffering on the world? In his opinion, the lack of response from the gods was his permission. And for Noriko-- over and over again she dies and suffers because she gave mercy, which lines up with her ideas in FM about how it's their fate to rule mortals and if they don't align with that plan/fate/whatever then they suffer. It shows some background to those ideas and how they developed in her mind outside of Ocean Madness™. Additionally, his idea of 'the Gods have done nothing to strike me down so it's fine if I do these things' kind of explains how Noriko may justify her own morally corrupt actions-- she's died so many times and it's never stuck. Maybe if she did die any of those times, or while she was in the water, maybe that would've been a sign she was doing something right, or at least doing something normal. But she hasn't died. Fate isn't done with Noriko yet. And maybe there's a reason for that. In her mind, it's just not a very pleasant reason, is all.

There were things I was kind of meh about tho. I did kind of wish we saw something of Noriko and the team, or smth explaining the way she was before her dip in the pool-- personality, likes dislikes, etc. but it wasn't bad or anything. It was super vague tho, I had to read it a few times before I got what it was going for. Liked the art. Liked the bonsai metaphor. And of course I Respect the decision to use the 1300s (1200s? I don't remember off the top of my head) rather than using the last 200 years.

7 Strong Medicine

Honestly looking back, this one made me kind of sad because both this one and Bonsai Shokunin explored character's ideas on Fate and The Divine and how that intersects with immortality and I totally thought that theme would be continued, especially with Love Letters. But Then It Wasn't™.

Admittedly.... I had to re-read this one to remember most of it. I liked Booker's ideas on God, 'The conductor of the symphony just may not be very good at his trade' but the plot itself was kind of forgettable. Some fuckin cowboys try to kill a doctor (their second) because he couldn't save their sickly brother. Book tries to stop them, gets killed, and then comes back and kills them all before they get the doctor. Alright. I liked the artstyle because the characters were ugly in a similar way that leandro's are, but way more bearable.

I love the Irony of Booker concluding that there is no such thing as fate or destiny and nothing has meaning, AS HE UNKNOWINGLY SAVES MERRICK'S GRANDFATHER FROM BEING KILLED. Booker getting fucked over by life/god/destiny yet again. It also kind of explains about where the fuck hell Merrick's interest in immortal mercenaries even came from.

I originally had this one a lot higher and then I thought about it and moved it down like two spots.

8 Never Gets Old

I liked seeing Booker interact with his kid. And we got a name for the kid! Philippe was a little bitch though, he was a little obnoxious. I liked how Booker was so thrilled to experience a restaurant with his kid (and since we know he was there before, it can be assumed he went with all of his kids and yet he was so charmed each time). It fits with his line to Nicky in the moon landing story about how you don't appreciate beautiful things 'unless you have someone to share them with'. It was charming to see Booker interact with his kid, and to see him so happy. Also lmao @ Booker's big fat Ye Olde Crush on Andy.

However at the same time it was like.. of all the things to write about,,, I guess? Booker's Night Out...... alright. Especially since Book had so many stories.

I don't know, it was alright. The old man killing him really came out of nowhere, (but the 'Salut, asshole!' panel was funny tho).

9 How To Make a Ghost Town

I've hit a point where talking about these stories has gotten less fun. I liked this one but I felt like Achilles getting lynched was not really necessary for a story that was already tragic (a story that already involved Achilles doing a lot of suffering at the hand of bigots). When we first got the blurb for this story I thought it would be about Andy returning to the squad and making friends with Booker after losing Achilles and them butting heads on the idea of family and when to cut off ties. So a little bit of my underwhelmedness about this one might be just my expectations being different.

Honestly I was pretty interested in Andy and Achilles' relationship and I would've liked to see more of them-- like, what was their dynamic like? What did they love about each other?

But anyways Andy leaving and Achilles getting killed anyways feels so pointlessly tragic (which I suppose is the point..... I don't like tragedies) she left to save him and yet people killed him anyway. Meh.

I did love the bits about Andy wanting to have a domestic life (Andy and her multitudes again) and the little detail about how she buried her axe near the road but he buried his guns under his bed-- he was an escaped slave, he never had the luxury of assuredness like Andy did. It was a sad story.

10 Lacus Solitudinis

'You put this one above love letters crim??? how could you???' easy, lmao.

There was stuff in this one I liked. But to talk about stuff I didn't like: (I'll keep it brief, I know ragging on this story has been done time and time again)

UH, setting aside the 6 year cold shoulder between Joe and Nicky, I thought their chosen method of conflict resolution was... bad at best. Nicky's inability to talk about his feelings was also annoying, especially since the entire point of this story is a fight Joe and Nicky had, and yet we don't get both sides to the story, which is...... important? That fact is especially annoying bc in the absence of Nicky explaining his side of the story, it's absolutely a possible (and admittedly probably unintentional) interpretation of the text that we do get that Joe routinely resolves conflict between him and Nicky by simply cutting Nicky out of his life entirely until Nicky just. caves? Even if it takes years?

WHICH i could get into that interpretation and how fucked up i find it. but im not going to. out of restraint.

I don't know, I think there are a lot of interesting ways to go about this conflict but 'Nicky wants to kill a guy and Joe refuses to acknowledge his existence until he stops because he thinks Nicky is too much of a Good Boy to get his hands dirty like that' ('I wont watch as the world turns his (...) compassion into something ugly'. ) wasn't.. how I would've done it. (I mean you know Joe doesn't give a shit about what Nicky is doing in a moral way, because Joe doesn't even care or mention that Booker is killing those cops too. Joe only cares because he doesn't like the idea of Nicky changing in a way he finds undesirable.)

admittedly I've said before, I do like the emphasis Joe's reaction puts on Nicky's kindness. Joe has a complete inability to cope with Nicky simply Not Being Kind. It speaks to the steadiness of Nicky's compassion all those years. but still that fact doesn't make it the conflict feel worth it

hm. I said I would be brief and I wasn't.

oh well. basically I thought there was interesting conflict potential there but it wasn't done the way I would've liked, and the way it was done leaves a lot of disturbing (and again probably unintended) interpretations to lie.

What I did like? Andy and Joe having that pessimist/optimist dynamic. Joe nerding out about science. Andy not being impressed by The Achievements Of Man. I loved Booker needling at Nicky about his outdated slang and also trying to give him Older Brother advice practically in the same breath. I loved Booker giving The Worst relationship advice ever and Nicky being like 'I Will Not Do That, Ever, Thanks.' the family vibes were so good. The Joenicky vibes left a lot to be desired tho.

11 Love Letters

I talked about my problems with Nicky in this story (and Lacus Solitudinis). I don't know, the story isn't bad but I do hold a little bit of a grudge towards it because its very existence begs the existence of a solo Joe story and we didn't get one. If we never got this story, then we could happily count Lacus Solitudinis and Zanzibar as The Joenicky Stories™ and move on with our lives. sigh.

I remember when we first got the blurb for this story I was really curious about why Nicky specifically + the setting, and the answer kind of feels like 'the author had an idea for a story like this and saw ttt as a good enough place to utilize that idea'. Plus I was really underwhelmed by the Romantic Sentiment in the letter. If you look at it line-by-line, the majority of the letter is actually Nicky talking about how lonely and disturbed he is, rather than actual,, yknow,,, Romantic Sentiment. I mean, compare the van speech and this letter and this letter is just kind of meh in comparison. I liked nicky calling joe wise! and I liked the brief sun/moon metaphor! and otherwise it was eh. It didn't even have cute squad banter, which is why Lacus Solitudinis is above this one.

12 An Old Soul

Nun orgy. Nun orgy?????? Nun orgy.......

The whole story felt like a setup to have a nun orgy. Why did Booker have abs? Why did they do that to Andy's nose? ?????? the art was good at least.

nun orgy.

#tales through time spoilers #obviously #long post #seriously dont open that read more unless youre committed to scrolling past all these Words

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Grif

For the character ask! Sorry this took me a while, I can't copy and paste on mobile, so I waited till I got on desktop tumblr! Thank you so much for asking about him, I could go on forever lol so this is gonna be fucking LONG. Please, anyone, feel free to ask about any other character, too. These are fun.

Why I like them: Grif is, for lack of a better word, complex. On one hand, it's like, okay he's just a funny comedy character. But on the other hand, he's like every all of my favorite archetypes of a character. He's crafty but stupid, selfish but selfless, antisocial but friendly, the straight man but the dramatic guy, he's snarky but oddly caring: the reluctant hero. It's kind of paradoxical, and I feel like not only do I relate to him, but I just really enjoy him overall. Whether it's because he's a good brother, being a complete dickbag because he doesn't know how to handle emotions, being a complete cynic on the battlefield, or being hyperactive and snappy, it's just... ah. He. Everything in his life just happens, and he has to deal with it, and yeah he'll kick and pout and probably eat everything but in the end, he's gonna choose his family and he cares deeply... even when he can't really show it.

Why I don’t: I see this a lot in myself too - the fact that he's impulsive and inherently negative when he speaks specifically. his words don't match his actions. He often doesn't hesitate when it comes to making negative comments because they are easier than saying something nice, but what his intentions are are completely different. in other words, he's a jerk, lol. Especially in season 15. I know people felt bad for him because he was partially right and went insane on Iris, but he lowkey deserved it. He said he hated his friends, and even his closest friend. He didn't want to admit that he was a good person just because he didn't want to help. yeah, it was valid, but he needs to learn how to make a case without fucking everyone emotionally and being so clammed up. >:/ sometimes it feels like he regresses in character, as much as he's matured. i guess that's realistic and just the writers making comedy, but also the way he handles Doc specifically irks me. so mean spirited for no reason, as funny as it is.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): OH MY GOD, okay, literally, every single episode with Grif starring as a main is fucking gold. I think for this I'm going to say, uh, This One Goes to Eleven. Even though it's not Grif-centric, it's the episode that's my favorite overall because it introduced me to RvB and made me like Grif right away, simply because he was attacked so much and I felt so bad for him. Another great one that sticks out right now in my sleep deprived state, is Grif does a Rescue. Augh. And the episode where Grif and Simmons get stuck underground in the caves.

Favorite season/movie: Season 8 (shotgun!!!, hyperactive ai grif), Season 11 (hanging in the canyon with simmons), Season 4 (the tank and blue simmons w/ grif), Season 5/6 (kai and rat's nest), Season 12/13 (the recruits, grif building the snowmen), Season 14 (backstory with simmons, Room Zero), Season 15 (you know why)

Favorite line: OK, don't make me choose. There are SO many that are good!!! I think one of my most favorite things that Grif says is "yoink!" It's so adorable! I also really enjoy "BLUEEE TEAAAAM SUCKKKKKS" with his epsilon double, the whole "invisible nap" scene, "what are we, on a date?"/"I can tell you what we weren't doing", "no one made me, I made me", "WERE GONNA FUCKING DIE" when charging at the meta, "that's a figure of speech?" [when carolina says im so hungry i could eat a horse is a figure of speech], "dexta grif he who shall not be messed with!"... I'm sure I'm missing a lot, he has SO many snarky funny lines, but these are some off the top of my head.

Favorite outfit: LOL THIS IS SUCH A FUNNY QUESTION BECAUSE THIS IS RVB. HAHAHA. Uh. Season 6 probably. I just like Halo 3 Graphics. Also s14 Room Zero because THEY DREW HIM FAT CANONICALLY. THANK YOU.

OTP: I'm with the majority of people in the fandom who like Grimmons! I think Grimmons is the only ship that I really vocally ship with my whole heart besides OC ships. I just very much enjoy their dynamic -- it's very angsty, dialogue full, intimate yet so unspoken. It's just a really good pair to write about and see the development of through canon. And, not to mention... season 15... hrk...

Brotp: I really REALLY want grif/tucker, grif/church, grif/locus BROTP. SO SO SO BAD. I've always seen grif and tucker as bros, grif and church are HILARIOUS together and we were ROBBED of more time together, and grif and locus are fucking adorable.

Head Canon: I have a lot of headcanons about Grif, but one of my favorite ones is that he has half-lidded eyes, like he's always sleepy. I also headcanon him as bisexual, though I think that is a popular headcanon!

Unpopular opinion: I dunno if I have super unpopular opinions about Grif... maybe that I think that his labryinth wasn't as bad as it seems at first? A lot of people seemed to think that though, yknow. Like if you look deeply into it, it's actually kinda fucked. But I feel like we should have gotten the Hawaii scene anyways. Hm. I also didn't like how they altered the canon so that Grif wasn't drafted. I think it does add something to his char that he chose to go, but I always really liked the aspect that Grif didn't control that, and yet he still did this on purpose. He was good on purpose.

A wish: A badass Grif carchase scene for the love of FUCK. We need to have him drive more stuff !!!!!!!!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Have him betray the reds -- i think every other red has betrayed the team at some point. please god for the love of god dont do this to grif. it really adds and says something about his character that he doesn't ever betray his team.

5 words to best describe them: (eye roll) eh. fuck it.

My nickname for them: this isn't really my nickname, since I mostly just call him grif -- but 'gif'. It's cute, and my QPP came up with it! I also really like dex. augh

#rvb #grif #dexter grif #red vs blue #ask #asks #thank you for this #sorry for the length you just gave me a place to infodump #and i really thank u for this

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