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vintervittrannerd · 1 year ago

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Training Challenge #11: "It's not much farther. Only three furlongs, maybe. I don't want to hope, but I can feel it pumping through me."

Create a post about the races! @thescorpioracesfestival

Today is the day. Race day. Freya has never been this nervous, excited, and scared at the same time in her entire life. Today could change everything.

Grandpa is already down at the beach for the earlier races as the official veterinary, to tend to all the injuries that will undoubtedly occur today. Since he needed to leave early, and Freya didn’t need to be down at the beach until later, she had taken care of the morning chores with the sheep. When she come back to the house to change into her racing outfit, she finds he has left something for her at a stool in the kitchen. It’s a racing saddle. It’s old and worn, but someone, probably grandpa, has polished it until it looks almost new. It’s engraved along the edges of the saddle flap with a pattern of a thorny vine, and entwined in the pattern are the words “from the sea” on one side, and “to the sea” on the other. It is beautiful.

There’s a folded paper at the table and Freya picks it up to see a note written in grandpas almost illegible handwriting.

“My darling Freya. This saddle has been in the Thorne family for a very long time. It was the saddle your father raced in, and his father before him. After he died, your mother wanted to get rid of it, but I saved it, just in case you or your sister ever wanted it. I guess you’ll be needing it today. Your father would be so proud of you, and so am I. Love you always, Grandpa”

Freya looks at the saddle and the note and feels so full of emotions that her eyes water. She blinks furiously, she had promised herself that she wouldn’t cry today. Instead, she picks up the saddle, letting her fingers trace the pattern on the sides, tucks the note into her shirt pocket, and takes a deep steadying breath. It’s time to head down to the beach. It’s time for the race.

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The beach is chaos. There are horses and riders everywhere. The horses are restless and sea wild, and the riders are desperately trying to control them and do last minutes prepares. Freya tries to find a less crowded corner, where she quickly saddles Corax with their colour – a deep purple the same shade as the heathers in bloom – and the old race saddle. Corax isn’t wearing any iron or charms, but she has braided his long silver mane in intricate knots, and the cheek pieces of his bridle is twined with strips of cloth cut from one of Freya’s old scarfs. Freya hopes it will help him focus on her and not on the November sea.

She goes over the tack one more time, making sure everything is perfect, and then ties the purple cloth around her arm. Her fingers are shaking slightly, and she tells herself to get a grip. Corax is dancing around, not wanting to stand still, and twisting his head to look at all the other capaill uisce. He’s nervous, and she’s nervous, and they can’t head back into the mass of capaill and riders like this. To calm them both, Freya starts to softly sing a lullaby. It’s an old Thisby lullaby, one that her father had sung to her as a little kid. She used to sing it to Corax when he was a colt and they tried to approach the sea for the first times, to keep him focused on her and to calm her own nerves. It worked then, and it’s working now. Her hands stop shaking and Corax stills and turns his head toward her. Freya scratches him behind the ears and leads him to a large stone that she uses as mounting block.

They’re calling from the start line for the riders to line up and with a deep breath Freya steer Corax toward it. The other capaill uisce are jostling and pushing against them, and even though Freya tries to steer Corax towards the end of the line, it’s too crowded, they can’t get there. Instead, they get crammed in between a bay capall that’s draped in an absurd amount of iron and a chestnut capall ridden by an old fisherman Freya vaguely recognize. Corax flattens his ears and bares his teeth at the other uisce, but Freya bends forward and draws shapes against his neck and hums the lullaby again. Corax flicks an ear back toward her, momentarily leaving the other uisce alone. Then the countdown begins.

“Ready…Set… GO!”

If the beach was chaos before, it’s nothing compared to the race. Corax shoots forward, quickly leaving the bay uisce behind. For a few paces the chestnut keeps stride with them, it’s long ears slicked back, it’s shoulder crashing into Corax. Corax twists his neck to bite it. His eyes are wide and the look on his face are less equine than it has ever been before. Freya desperately thugs at the reins, trying to get Corax away from the chestnut. They can’t get caught in a fight, or they’ll never finish the race. Corax listens, but when she tries to steer him towards the sea, the path is blocked by a grey uisce mare with bells on her hooves that’s cantering sideways, fighting her rider every step. All around them there are horses fighting and riders trying to not get thrown. It’s a death trap, and Freya knows that if they don’t get out of it soon, they’ll most likely die here. She desperately tries to steer Corax around the fighting horses, trying to find an opening. They weave around a rearing capall, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the hooves, and finally, has some open beach in front of them.

Corax surges forward, leaving the mess of horses and bodies behind them. Freya lean forward, clutching Corax mane for support and whispers encouragingly in his ears. There’s three capaill uisce right in front of them, galloping side by side, but they keep as far away from the water as possible. Freya steers Corax towards the water and with a burst of speed they pass the three capaill.

Corax hooves are almost touching the water and there is something not quite horse-like on his face, but Freya keeps the reins steady and draws shapes along his crest and whispers in his ears and keeps him focused on her instead of the sea. They can do this.

One of the uisce they just passed is gaining on them, a long grey face with bared teeth and wide eyes coming up beside Freya’s knee. It snaps at her, sharp teeth grazing her leg, and without thinking she presses her leg to Corax side, urging him into the water to get away from the other uisce. Salt water flys up around Corax hooves, hitting the grey in the face. It goes completely mad, and with a scream throws itself at the sea. Corax just barely gets out of the way in time, and the grey dives into the sea behind them. Freya casts a look behind her but can’t see if the rider managed to get off in time or if the grey uisce dragged him down with it. She can’t focus on that now.

Turning back, she realizes with a start that there is only two other capaill uisce in front of them. A bay uisce in orange colours galloping right behind a black under green colours. With every stride Corax gains on them. It’s not far left now.

Freya’s heart is galloping in beat with Corax hooves. They’re side by side with the bay uisce, the black one just half a length in front of them, and the finish line is fast approaching. They’re fast, breathlessly fast. But not as fast as they can be. Freya’s still holding the reins too tight, desperately hoping Corax won’t forget himself and attack the other uisce or simply throw himself in the sea, taking her with him. But he can’t be fast enough with her holding him back. The other riders are also holding tight to their reins, not trusting that their capaill uisce won’t drown them if they get the opportunity. But with a pang, Freya realizes that she does. The world stills around her, and all she can hear is her own heartbeat, and Corax hooves drumming against the sand.

She trusts Corax. And if the sea wants them, this is not the day it will get them. She lets go of the reins.

Masterlist

#the festival is over but i wanted to finish this story #i decided from start to use the festival colours and placing in the races #so here we go #(my official colours in the festival was pink and black so i merged them to purple)#tsrf2023 #thescorpioracesfestival #the scorpio races #OC #vintervittran writes #I also added all my entries to ao3 to the festival collection

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 66

In The Beginning

Mistakes were made again. I should NOT have taken a nap after dinner. It’s making me very reluctant to being awake now

“In The Beginning”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: doesn’t look like anyone died, so yeah.

Oh Sam, what are you doing??

Ok…i said what I said yesterday and I fucking stand by it today. You can’t pair up Sam and Ruby like this and then IMMEDIATELY have CAs sitting on Dean’s bed! If. You. Don’t. Want. It. Shipped.

Castiel. WARN a guy before sending him back in time. C’mon, man!

Yeah. Yeah…that’s the correct look to have when you meet your dad as an adult six years before you were born

CAS!! You can’t just say “you need to stop it” and then not specify what “it” is!

Is John about to buy the impala?? Oh. Oh, no he’s not. He was gonna buy a VW bus…was it Mary? Was Mary persuading him to buy it?

You can’t just run down the full list of omens to a John that has no idea about the supernatural happenings that will later take over his life

Yeah…you don’t seem suspicious at all following John and Mary around like this. Is this what you’re doing in the prequel/sequel show now, too???

How did I forget that Mary was from a hunter family??

All the weird not-lies the writers have Dean telling “we’re practically family” (to his mom) “been a while [since he’s been in Lawrence, Kansas]. Things have changed a lot…I think”

Man, seems real…hang on, we’re in 1973, ten years before Sam’s born and there’s a demon in Lawrence offering deals in exchange for a decade long IOU?? Mmmmm, it’s THE yellow eyed demon

I love this…”my dad could see the future” is a real line Dean just said and it was just accepted immediately

It’s absolutely wretched having to listen to Mary go on about how sweet John is and how excited she is that he’s going to ask her to marry him and how much she wants out of the hunter life and how marrying John will give her that. How it will make her safe so she can have a family that will NEVER have to live THIS life that she’s had to. And she said it all TO DEAN….and knowing how they all shakes out

It’s a little cruel to tell Dean that Sam’s not looking for him…it’s not incorrect, but dang

Also, who’s really to say that all the people the Winchesters have saved would automatically die if they never become hunters? Maybe a different hunter saves them

No, Samuel (not our Sam)…your daughter jumping to hunt in order to help her friend is not some “female time of the month thing”

Oh…this is like when Sam had the colt and couldn’t shoot because yellow eyes was using John as a human shield, but it’s Dean and Mary now

Oh fuck. Yellow eyes is possessing grandpa…yikes. The posturing, the script. Giving me the ick big time

Hey, uh, wtf??? Hey…raise your hand if you’re a Winchester who HASN’T made a deal with a demon (or at least tried… I don’t think Sam’s went through)

So he couldn’t stop “it.” ExCUSE ME?? He COULDN’T have stopped it?? Oh…”it” was not the deal Mary made. It’s whatever Sam and Ruby are up to

“Been On My Mind…”: nahhhhhhh

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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lifeofclonewars · 4 years ago

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Intro to the Extended Fett Clan (WKatMAM)

I’m doing this so I don’t have to take an unnecessarily long amount of time during Part 4 to explain the whole family to everyone. I get my second Covid shot tomorrow, so hopefully Chapter One will be up soon. Enjoy!

Clan Leaders

Nielsen Fett: Better known as 99 in canon, Nielsen goes by NiNi or ba’buir with his grandkids. He’s a farmer, and hosts the Annual Fett Family Reunion every year. Married to Kamino. Father to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom (no, I'm not revealing her name yet), Alfred (Alph), Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Grandpa to all the kids who will be listed.

Kamino Fett: I say screw the Kaminoans by naming the matriarch of this au after their home planet and making her love her family no matter what happens. She was a baker, passed away from old age two years before this au takes place. Used to have those grandma glasses-on-a-chain. Was blonde. Mother to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom, Alph, Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Her grandkids call her KamKam or ba’buir.

Subclan One (aka some of the Commanders)

Lynx Fett: The oldest of the next generation of Fetts. He's a vet. Has a full goatee. Married to Nala Se. Father to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandpa to Colette. More lax on his kids than his wife. Good dad, poor choice in women.

Nala Se: Geneticist (obviously lol). Very strict because "Lynx is too lax on their kids" (he's not). Mother to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandma to Colette. Few people in the family actually like her.

Bly Secura-Fett: 27, Kindergarten teacher. Married to Aayla, father to Colette. Oldest of the next generation of Fetts/the cousins. You might recognize his username from the previous parts, Old Man Dad Bly. Ponds was the one to set it to that. Bly doesn't care enough about it negatively to switch it.

Aayla Secura-Fett: 26, Ryl Translator. Married to Bly, mother of Colette. Known for wearing her hair in braids. She's not in the cousin chat but Bly's constantly showing her screenshots of it and she enjoys it.

Colette Secura-Fett: Almost 1, a Blyla baby! So far clings to Bly more than Aayla, but that may change. Gets lots of love and snuggles from the extended fam.

Gree Fett: 25, biologist. Second oldest of the subclan and of the cousins. Still has that haircut but mainly out of spite of his brothers instead of in honor of them this time. Chat Name: Green Man.

Pontius “Ponds” Fett: 23. He’s working to be an architect, but is currently stuck with a job he’s over-qualified for in the meantime. Known in the chat as Lakes because he thinks he’s funny sometimes. Most likely to start something in subclan one, least likely to be blamed for it... most of the time.

Keeli Fett: 21, cosmetologist. He took a different route than his brothers and went to trade school instead of a 4-year university and consequently got a job before Ponds did. Best hair in the family. Debating whether or not Gree’s haircut is a good enough reason to disown him lol. Chat Name: Keeling Over.

Colt Fett: 17, just finished his junior year of high school. Working a minimum wage summer job to help save for college. Met his best friends Havoc and Blitz in kindergarten; they all work at the same place now. Chat Name: Neigh.

Zariza Fett: 15, just finished her freshman year of high school. Only daughter in the subclan, which is both a blessing and a curse with Nala for a mom. Wants to be a photographer, has taken pictures throughout the reunions the past few years for NiNi. Has lots of blackmail on everyone as a result. Chat Name: Zzzzzz.

Subclan Two (aka the Coruscant Guard)

Courey Fett: Second oldest of his generation of Fetts. He’s a bartender (and owner), and the loudest and most rambunctious of his siblings. Full beard. Married to Slyvia Fett. Father to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. His name is vaguely based on me misspelling Coruscant many many times in the past.

Slyvia Fett: You thought Nala Se was an interesting choice in mom? This lady is a super successful but shady businesswoman. Nobody knows the specifics and they’re not sure they want to know. Also kinda strict, but she’s also not home often enough for it to make too much impact. Married to Courey, mother to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. She has dirty blonde hair, which two of her kids inherited when it combined with the rare blond Fett gene. Vaguely based on Sly Moore.

Fox Fett: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. Perpetually tired because of homework, actual work, and the projects he choses to do. Two days older than Wolffe and reminds him often. Actually best friends with Wolffe. They go to the same university. Like Wolffe, loves his siblings but is loath to admit it. Causes more trouble than people think. Chat Name: Think Outside the Fox.

Thorn Fett: 16, just finished his sophomore year of high school. Older of the two dirty-blonds in the sub-clan. Second oldest blond of the cousins after Rex. Suspicious in how he’s so optimistic when he grew up with Fox for a brother haha. Occasionally likes to stir up trouble in the chat, especially since he’s the one who made it. Chat Name: Thorn in Your Side.

Jek Fett: 11, just finished fifth grade. His best friend is Thire. Too young for the chat, not too young to cause trouble. Like all little brothers, switches between ignoring Fox and Thorn and always trying to get their attention. Like all middle children, turns it around and also picks on Rys and Corsica for the same things Fox and Thorn use on him.

Rys Fett: 8, just finished second grade. Current goal in life is to catch Fox sneak-attacking him just once. Tags along with Jek most of the time, sometimes to bug him, sometimes because he thinks he’s cool. Also too young for the chat.

Corsica Fett: 7, just finished first grade. Only daughter of subclan two. The second of the dirty blonde haired kids in this subclan. Hangs out with Unique a lot at family reunions. Has the art of bugging her brothers at the most inconvenient times down. Already learning to blackmail people. Name lightly based on the correct spelling of Coruscant. Also too young for chat.

The Koons (aka our MCs! The Wolfpack)

Plo Koon: My favorite space dad haha. I think you get the gist by now. Get ready for some more puns! Definitely the type of dad to wear a fanny pack. His sunglasses are probably just transition glasses that switch too easily and he just never told anyone lol. Actually, I never mentioned it, but he’s also a social worker.

A[redacted] Koon: Our boys’ mom. Married to Plo, though she died giving birth to Comet. Twin to Alfred. Her name is a surprise for later, so here’s her first initial, at least. Used to wear glasses or contacts, depending on the day.

Wolffe Koon: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. The star of the show lol aka our pov character. Loves his brothers but rarely admits it out loud. Best friend is Fox and is going to use that to his advantage for blackmail this reunion. Cousin Chat Name: Werewolf? There Wolffe! Subclan Chat Name: Howl are you? Wolfpack Chat Name: Grr.

Boost Koon: 15, just finished his freshman year of high school. The only person in the family who likes Gree’s haircut. His maroon hair is starting to grow out now. It may or may not be his turn to get lost this time... Chat Name: T-Mobile. Subclan Chat Name: Ghosty Boi. Wolfpack Chat Name: Booster Seat.

Sinker Koon: 13, just finished seventh grade and it shows. His silver hair is also starting to grow out. Gonna cause some chaos, since he’s close in age to many of the Fett cousins. Chat Name: Banana Sink. Subclan Chat Name: Hook, Line, and— Wolfpack Chat Name: Stinker. (No, it hasn’t been changed back yet.)

Comet Koon: 10, just finished fourth grade. Still obsessed with penguins. Also gonna cause some chaos with some of the cousins. Koon most likely to get hurt during the reunion by climbing on and jumping off things he shouldn’t. Also too young for the chat.

Subclan Three (aka Cody + the 501st)

Alfred “Alpha” Fett: Twin to A, younger by 5 minutes and never talks about it. Married to Sevannah. Father to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Owns a gym named Triple A. Used to be a personal trainer, which is how he met Sevannah. Technically the middle child of his siblings.

Sevannah Fett: Professional and Olympic archer. Married to Alph, mother to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Yes, her name comes from seventeen as in “Alpha-17.″ (Maybe not) surprisingly, the more in shape out of her and Alph since she’s still competing lol.

Kote “Cody” Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on attending college for sports management. Twin to Rex (he’s older by 7 minutes). Got his scar while playing football or something, I’m not really sure. Any Ghost member you can think of is probably his friend. Chat Name: *hacker voice* I’m In.

Rex Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on being an athletic trainer. Twin to Cody. Naturally blond — and I mean blond and not dirty blond. Only one of subclan three who is. Any member of Torrent that’s not his brother is his friend. Chat Name: Jurassic Park.

Fives Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Echo (older by five minutes, yes). Wants to learn how to be a skydiving instructor solely to try to help Rex get over his fear of heights. Best friends are Domino Squad. Chat Name: Sixes.

Echo Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will also be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Fives. Seems more chill than Fives but the reunion always proves that wrong. Best friends are Domino. Occasionally babysits the Havocs. Chat Name: ECHO Echo echo.

Tup Fett: 10, just finished fourth grade. Tup is his full name, yes. Starting to get into archery like his mom. Canon tattoo is a mole here. His hair’s down to his shoulders and super curly. Cody’s often pulling sticks out of it. Too young for the chat.

The Havocs (aka the Bad Batch)

Charisma Havoc (neé Fett): Interior designer. Married to Gunner. Mother to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Also on the louder end of her and her siblings. The Havocs are pretty background characters, since their kids are much younger than Wolffe and also bc the show’s still establishing things.

Gunner Havoc: Carpenter. Married to Charisma. Father to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Together Charisma and Gunner could probably start an HGTV show lol. But they don’t want to so they aren’t. Last name comes from the Havoc Marauder (tbb's ship).

Hunter Havoc: 14, just finished eighth grade. Part of his canon tattoo is a birthmark, though not all of it. His hair is also long enough to be put into a small ponytail. Keeli’s got some cousins to teach, doesn’t he lol. Chat Name: Hunter-Gatherer.

Cross Havoc: 12, just finished sixth grade. Grumpy almost-teenager. Wolffe doesn’t run into him often because he tries to avoid his older cousins (well, actually, most of his cousins) the entire reunion every year. Lurks in the chat but his username is Mad (courtesy of Thorn). I shortened his name because it is an actual name and Crosshair is only a clone name.

Walter “Wrecker” Havoc: 9, just finished third grade. The older cousins claim he got his nickname in the “Wrecker Incident” and make it out to be this overly dramatic thing that's classified to those 12 and under. In all reality, it was him accidentally crashing into a few things of his brothers when he was first learning to walk. Gree just thought it was hilarious to blow it out of proportion. Too young for the chat.

Timothy “Timmy” Havoc: 7, just finished first grade. Wears glasses. A bit too young to have Tech as a nickname quite yet, but he definitely would in the future. Also mostly in the background, considering he's 12 years younger than Wolffe. Too young for chat.

The Concords (aka let's add some more girls to this family)

Arla Concord neé Fett: She's the only adult beside her husband that I currently don't have a job listed for, but that's because my brain won't supply one. Second youngest of her siblings. Married to Felix. Mother to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Screw canon/legends, she's still alive.

Felix Concord: Again, haven't thought of a job for him yet, but he has one. Married to Arla. Father to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Last name comes from Concord Dawn.

Clementine Concord: 12, just finished sixth grade. Wants to be an astronaut or astrophysicist one day. Spends lots of time wrangling her younger sisters. Chat Name: Orange Gal.

Ansonia Concord: 10, just finished fourth grade. Wants to be an actress, really bring those dramatic Fett genes into play lol. Spends lots of time bugging Clementine and bossing around her younger sisters. Too young for the chat.

Unique Concord: 7, just finished first grade. Wants to be a doctor, spends lots of time hanging out with Ansonia. The two of them could probably do a pretty accurate hospital soap opera without prompting or knowing haha. Hangs with Corsica a lot at reunions, though. Yeah, idk where her name came from either. Dirty-blonde hair. Too young for the chat (duh).

Majorca Concord: 6, just finished kindergarten. Still learning basic writing and loves it so much she wants to be an author. Named after the city in Spain on accident — I totally didn’t realize that was why her name seemed familiar until like 2 months after I named her. Also too young for the chat or to appear much in the story.

Quintessa “Tess/Tessa” Concord: 5, preschooler. The other blonde kiddo. Picks on Gree’s hair without prompting from any cousins or sisters. Likes to play pretend with Majorca when they can. Also likes to draw stars and castles and such often. Obviously too young for the chat, appears slightly more because of her natural roasting abilities.

Violet Concord: 3, maybe a preschooler? Again, doesn’t really appear much. Hangs out a bit with Boba and Tessa when the family gets together. Very very obviously too young for the chat.

Subclan Four (the OG Fetts)

Jango Fett: People usually make him one of the dads or the grandpa, but nah, he gets baby of his generation status. I wanted to keep with the “Arla is his older sister” thing but she’s the second youngest so he’s the youngest. Has been super mysterious about his life from the second he moved out but still shows up to family events. Knows who Boba’s mother is but refuses to tell. Father of Boba (obviously).

Boba Fett: 4, preschooler. Like I said above, hangs with Tessa and Violet during family events. More likely to accidentally reveal details about Jango’s life than Jango. Surprise baby but not for Jango. Jango knew. The family didn’t know until Jango showed up with infant Boba to a family event and went “this is Boba, no questions will be answered.” Also very obviously too young for the chat.

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And that’s the extended Fett clan! Feel free to ask questions, I’ve got plenty of information about (most of) them and their roles in this au.

#b talks #b writes #fic wips #wkatmam #commander wolffe #boost #sinker #comet #plo koon #not gonna tag anyone else bc that's a lot lol

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years ago

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I just read aot 139 and well spoilers undercut.

This was the highlight of it. That's the whole chapter go home people.

Now for real tho, am i crying? Yes. Am i smiling? Yes.

Did i hate the ending? Yes. Did i love the ending? Yes.

Is eren a dumbass? Yes. Was he an interesting protagonist? Yes.

Was the fact that Bertolt wasn't meant to die at that time made me almost scream because it means there's a lot of fix it fics potential? Yes. Does that mean Armin literally outsmarted the flow of time space itself?...wut

I'm still bitter about the 80% of the world being stomped to death like it's nothing, the war still continuing between the countries under the yeagerist movement instead of the logic that they are truly free now, wanting to fight for the sake of fighting because that's all they ever knew.

Am i mad about founder Ymir reduced to being in "love" ? Yes.

Am i happy that Mikasa was the key to ending that? Yes.

Did the fact that everyone start thirsting after Eren with a one-liner after his death remind me of a harem anime protagonist? Yep.

Did Mikasa going alone to bury him made me weep like a baby? Mhm.

Do i still hate Reiner's mom especially the "i need you by my side" shit? Yeah.

Do i think Annie's father wasn't attempting to protect her here, but to protect the people from her because he knows she will kick their ass if he won't hold her back? Yes.

Like look at those eyes and tell me they don't spell murder.

Am i creeped by Reiner sniffing Historia's letter like it's her undies? Absolutely. Am i happy we got at least one final jean horse joke? Yep.

Jean is simping for Mikasa again, i feel meh about that.

I think by far Annie and Armin had the most character development that actually stayed after the war, Armin is more confident and assertive, Annie is more social and open about her emotions.

Do i absolutely adore the fact that Historia despite not getting pregnant by her own want, she still was a much better and attentive mother than her mom ever was? And the fact that farmer is still involved in her life as the father? Yes.

Reiner i love you but cut it out- it will never happen just let it go buddy.

And finally, this is the absolute best fucking group Levi could've ended with. He just said fuck it and left on retirement. The adventures of Grandpa Levi and uncle onyankopon and two really oblivious kids pinning after each other.

I can't believe my babies grew omfg what are they now? 17-16 something?? :"( i can't please it's too much...i wish Zofia and Udo would've joined them

Do i think all these small happy endings were just isayama distracting us like like offering candy to kids? Yeah.

Too many things weren't resolved and the things that were resolved weren't done in a clear or satisfying way. Not to mention the burn of seeing all the characters that died almost for nothing when this was going to be the end result not matter what.

Erwin, Hange, Miche, Moblit, Marco, Sasha, Colt, Udo, Zofia, Porco, Bertolt, Zeke, Ymir, Hannes, Nile, Nanaba, Isabel, Furlan, Petra, Kenny.

But do i care? Fuck no, most of us care about the characters not the story itself. That's why this ending feels satisfying because we don't have an emotional attachment to eldians insisting on war but we do have an emotional attachment to grandpa Levi getting his tea shop.

In conclusion: poopoo bird Eren peepee

#talking🕯#aot spoilers #snk spoilers #aot 139 #snk 139

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theonetheycallhannah · 4 years ago

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 13: SNAFU

Characters: Captain Syverson, various original minor/supporting characters.

Summary: Sy has some time to think about his past, present, and future while roughing it in the Virginia wilderness which leads him to a revelation about what he really wants…but is it too late?

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Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Mild language, mature themes, military and weapon terminology, discussion, and use. (For those who don’t know, SNAFU is a term coined in the military. It’s an acronym for “Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.” And since this is from Sy’s perspective, I thought a military term, as opposed to a therapy term would be appropriate.)

Author’s Note: Despite this being the longest chapter, clocking in at almost 5k, it was one of the easiest to write, and came the quickest. I love writing from Sy’s perspective, and the pure love he has for Shane. I’m hoping to be able to write a bit more of his POV before the story is complete. We’ll see. I apologize if it seems like one long rant about Sy’s feelings…I guess that’s what it is, with various activities peppered in. He can be a sensitive guy, and I wanted to show that.

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Sy was no whimp. That much was certain. Missouri winters had toughened him up more than most men in his battalion and most of the participants in the training he was currently undertaking.

But it was more than that. Sy was uniquely prepared for the elements. He remembered a particularly harsh December night during Christmas break, before he joined the service when he was home alone and had to let the dog out. Fool that he was, he wore no shoes. Greater fool, he'd allowed the door to the back yard to close…and unfortunately, it had a tendency to lock. Which it did. He tried fruitlessly for a while to break back in, but being without a cell phone, he knew he'd have to walk a good distance for help with the lock.

He slipped out the gate and started up to the road, to follow it to his grandparents a few miles away. The county road wasn't the best kind for walking, particularly barefoot in the late fall, but his feet were soon too numb to feel the gravel and whatever else was lacerating the soles of his feet. After about an hour, he made it there, shivering, knocking frantically and waking his frail old grandparents up to rescue him from his own negligence. He'd regret that until the day he died. Not that they were angry about it. They shrugged it off. His grandma cleaned the blood and dirt from his feet and bandaged the shallowed abrasions. They didn't look too bad, considering the area they lived in and the trash that could have been waiting to carve him up. Then she set about cleaning up Sy's messy footprints from her normally immaculate floor. Grandpa looked all over for their spare keys to Sy's and his mom's house, and finally found them. He lent him a pair of shoes, drove him back home, and let him in the house. After that, Sy found himself eager to spend time outdoors during colder weather. As if determined to build up a tolerance to it in case he ever found himself in such a situation again.

Now, despite the time of year being only late August, it was unseasonably cool, especially at night, as if Christmas was right around the corner, and Sy was wishing more and more that he had someone to cuddle with during the nights he'd be doing cross country training here at the beautiful Shenandoah National Park. He had packed only the essentials for the expedition, a mess kit, bed roll, canteen, modest rations, first aid supplies, et cetera, plus a rope and a tarp for building a shelter. On his person, he had a compass, a topographical map of the park with checkpoints indicated, waterproof, strike-anywhere matches, a hunting knife, a tactical knife, an M17 pistol, and three .9mm clips. He was also given a flare gun to use in case he got stuck for any reason and needed extraction.

On his first night in the wilderness, he'd taken a lot of time falling asleep. Thinking.

He thought about his last week at home. He wondered how Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were doing with Aika. Shane had offered to watch her, and he considered it. He had appreciated her eagerness to help after her…less than enthusiastic response to hearing about this trip. But he decided since Aika had a close relationship already with Fred and Caroline, and she was still getting to know Shane, they'd better be the ones to take her. She understood, and had offered the second reason that since she worked so much, she wouldn't be able to give her the kind of attention she was used to. That had made a lot of sense. He felt like kind of a bad dog parent for not thinking of it, himself.

He thought about the week he'd been here already at the compound. His first day filling out paperwork, he was asked for an emergency contact. He was used to putting his mom…but she wasn't in the best of health, herself. He had nobody. Nobody but Shane. He put her down, instead of his mom. He thought about the seminars on company approved methods of subduing and detaining targets and combatants. He should have taught Shane some self-defense moves before he left. She could handle herself, and she'd proven so, but still. A refresher, or an advancement on one's skills was always a good idea. But he was sure she'd be fine. He thought about her the most in the torturous policy and procedure lecture. What he wouldn't'a given to have her here with him. She would have made everything fun. And she would have been a way better study partner than Keith. Keith, a Navy vet from Little Rock was a good guy…he just…didn't get Sy's jokes. He was a very literal kind of thinker, and it took extra effort for Sy to communicate with folks like that.

Shane, though…he and Shane wouldn't have gotten too much done, study-wise. They would have been…distracted.

As he hiked along the trails to his first checkpoint, he breathed in the clean, crisp air and stopped at the odd overlook here and there. The park was nestled on the outer edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and they were too gorgeous not to appreciate while he was here. He found himself…uniquely emotional. He didn't feel lonely often, but since he'd met Shane, he'd hardly gone two days without seeing her, even if it was for just an hour. She'd love all of this. She'd probably want a tent, and coffee in the mornings, so they wouldn't be able to travel quite as light, but they'd make it work. Maybe one day they'd take a trip like this. Just for fun. No checkpoints. No deadlines. No semi-automatic weapons…well, honestly, he'd probably still bring a gun, anyway. You never did know about people these days, he thought. Of course, that's probably what people think of me carrying a pistol, he also thought…anyway, he was almost to the checkpoint.

Said checkpoint was a big tent, like the ones they sold fireworks out of leading up to Fourth of July. Inside there was a single lane shooting range set up down one half of the tent. On the other half, there were stations set up with dismantled weapons that you had to assemble in a certain amount of time. Someone had beaten him to the range, so he started with the guns. No problems whatsoever. He was familiar more or less with all of the models, or some version of them. When the previous participant, a small blonde woman, had finished on the range, Sy stepped up to the counter.

The attendant reset the target for Sy so he could do a close range shot, then again for mid and long range ones. He shot well, although he still wasn't used to the lighter weight of the SIG Sauer M17s the armed forces switched to back in 2017. They'd offered him an M18 at the compound, but he favored the heaver pistol, instead. Maybe the M18 was more packable, but Sy just didn't feel right firing a weapon that felt like a feather in his hand. If it was up to him, he'd take a Colt Python .357 Magnum Revolver. That, however, was more than just a question of how the firearm felt in his hand. Being out in the wilderness like this made him think back to how it must have been before these lands became civilized and gentrified. Back to the days of the cowboy, Wyatt Earp and the OK Corral. Back when it was just the wild and free land he could pretend it was now. He thanked the attendant, who was writing his name on his targets to take back to the compound along with his graded weapon assembly timesheets, and then was back on his way.

There was an eerie beauty about this unsullied land, he thought, as the dusk fell the second night of the excursion and he began setting up his camp about halfway between the first and second checkpoints, by his estimation. With his fire built and his shelter up, Sy took out some of his rations, cured meat, hard cheese, and some walnuts, and had a light supper before cleaning his gun and turning in while the ground still held some heat from the waning sun, wishing again as the cold set in that his woman was there to warm him.

His sleep was fitful. And he awoke before dawn, from dreams he couldn't remember but which still left him feeling empty. They must have been about her. He was starting to feel regret. The last time he'd seen Shane, he'd said some things that he meant to be selfless. But he didn't mean them. He meant the parts about loving her, of course. But the last thing he wanted was to come home and find her moved on with someone else. He couldn't stand to think about it. As he walked into the next checkpoint area, the range was already set up for close range firing. He riddled the target with .9mm holes and could barely wait until the attendant got the fresh sheet set to mid range before he began firing.

"How about you let me fully clear the lane before you start on the long range target, okay, Syverson?"

"Sorry, man. I'm a little…on edge today. Won't happen again."

The short, sandy-haired buck trotted out to replace the riddled sheet with one more for the long range leg, pulled it down and lacked it in to long range position, then hoofed it back up to safety, sensing the captain's impatience. Sy shot cleanly, but with cold anger, as if the silhouette on the page out there was trying to take Shane away from him. He put two square in the chest, and two in the head without hesitating.

"Man, I've never seen a long range shoot like that! What's the deal, you pissed at an ex, or something?" Sy checked the man's lapel for a name tag.

"Not exactly, Mister…Daniels."

"Call me Jack." they shook hands, and Sy chuckled, questioning.

"I'm Sy. You're name is Jack…Daniels?"

"Yes sir. No relation to the Lynchburg Daniels, unfortunately. Momma wanted to name me after her granddad, and my old man, well, he had no problem with it given his affinity for the spirit."

"A wise man, your dad. Some of my best nights have included Tennessee Number 7." He didn't elaborate, but he was getting very specific flashbacks of drinking games in his kitchen with Shane. And he was gonna have to shake it off before the weapons assembly drill, or else he'd end up putting together an assault rifle backward.

He made it through without any trouble, thank the good Lord. But that didn't mean that his mind wasn't still reeling. He was thinking of Shane and the possibility that she was being courted by Chris Evans look-alikes and young Harrison Ford doppelgangers, and it was making him furious. He was pretty sure that she was about as interested in taking a break as he was, but he couldn't help himself from making the offer under the circumstances. He kicked himself as he made his camp for the evening, not very far away from the third checkpoint, but too far away to get there by dusk when the daily deadline was. He was a shoe in to get there first in the morning, though, if he was reading his map correctly, and he was damn good at maps, if he did say so, himself. And who would bitch at him for bragging out here, anyway. The odd cricket or squirrel? He didn't think so.

It was colder tonight, and he was thankful that he thought to boil some water for his canteen and put it at his feet. He curled his surly, burly body up under the layers of blanket and thermal sheeting. He was almost warm enough…but he still needed something.

His sleep was plagued by strange dreams that he unfortunately remembered tonight. The scene began with Shane in a bright pink dress and matching gloves, dripping with diamonds, like Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. She looked so glamourous and beautiful, but she was getting passed from man to man to the tune of Madonna's Material Girl, which was not the correct song, and he knew it in that moment, but couldn't correct anyone, because it was all playing out on the big screen TV in his basement. When he realized this he turned it off and noticed a familiar head of hair on his lap and stroked it, about to say "Hey, sunshine." until the figure sat up and looked at him, and it was Jordan, the PTA, batting his eyelashes at him, and asking, "You ready for bed, babe?" The therapist leaned in for a kiss, but Sy leaned back, tumbled off the couch and landed on those crutches again, standing right in front of Shane in the lobby of the therapy clinic.

"Hey sunshine." he said warmly. She looked confused.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Well…I should hope so…it's me. Sy."

"Sorry, not ringing any bells. I'll look you us and see who you're with, though. Usually Heather tells the new patients which therapists they get their first day. What's your last name?"

He felt like he was getting kicked in the gut with a soccer cleat worn by the Incredible Hulk. He answered with defeat.

"Sy's a nickname. Last name Syverson, first name Logan."

"Oh, there you are. Looks like Cory gets to take care of you today. I'll let him know you're ready. As long as you're all done with the secretaries?"

Sy nodded and collapsed to the floor blacking out. When he woke up, his neighbor, Mr. Stevens was standing over him, insisting it was time for him to get ready. He kept handing him things to put on. Pants, a nice shirt, a vest, a light blue tie, a jacket, nice shoes. The whole enchilada. They got out of Fred's car at a little white chapel outside which, his neighbor pinned a small boutonniere of powder blue hydrangeas to his lapel and walked in with him.

"Come on, boy. She'll be here any minute."

Sy was nervous, but excited. He was obviously marrying Shane. But he couldn't remember proposing, or planning the wedding, or an engagement party, or bachelor party, or rehearsal dinner, nothing…but none of that mattered. He heard the first notes of "Here Comes the Bride" and everything faded away, anyway. He began to cry as she got closer. She was moving slowly, he presumed out of nerves. Or perhaps she'd chosen the wrong shoes. It didn't matter. They'd dance the night away barefoot, and make love until dawn. He wished her veil wasn't so thick. He couldn't even see her bouquet. Let alone her stunning face, no doubt smiling as she cried with him. When she stood in front of him, he broke protocol and removed the veil to find Aika in a white dress on her hind legs panting, tongue lolling happily to one side.

"You may now kiss the bride." said the wizened old minister, causing Aika to knock Sy to the ground licking his face until he blacked out again.

This time, he woke to the chirping birds of a mountain morning in Virginia. His campfire long snuffed, his canteen now chilled as his blood. Those dreams…those were traumatic. He didn't want Shane to see anyone else. The thought of seeing anyone else himself repulsed him. Thinking about what his life would have been like if they'd never gotten to work together made him physically ill, and he was terrified that if he didn't act on these feelings, he'd end up with no one but his dog. Why did it take a trip out of state and all these nights of solitude to figure this out? She was all that mattered. He could dig ditches, flip burgers, get a teaching certificate and coach, or teach gym. Whatever. He also liked history. He could think of something if the people at Secure Source couldn't keep him in consistent work. It would be fine. He understood his purpose now. And it wasn't just to do his duty to his country. He'd served proudly for years. He had a new purpose now. And it was her.

He packed up camp in what he was sure was record time and hauled ass to the last checkpoint where the brass should be waiting for finishers. He was the first one there this morning, but he wasn't sure if anyone had made it yesterday. He didn't try to make small talk with the attendant today. He was on a legit mission to get back to his locker at the compound, turn his phone on and call Shane. He fired four shots, but only made two holes on the long range target. One in the chest, one in the head. The attendant was impressed, giving the highest possible grade.

"Man, Syverson. I pray I never do anything to piss you off."

Sy nodded in acknowledgement and went on to the weapons drill booths. Today, there were distracting sound effects playing on a speaker in each booth, and each one was different. Sy ignored the cacophony, pretending it was white noise, and focused on the puzzles at hand, breezing through the new weapons in better time than ever.

As his cards were being scored and turned in for review to Jane Freitag, the administrator over acquisitions and training, he got himself a cup of coffee and a doughnut, and just observed her, tactically, and objectively. She was a redhead with sharp features, freckles, and light eyes. She was slender, but dressed simply, and modestly. The consummate professional. Sy had honestly barely registered her gender, and it wasn't because she wasn't beautiful. She was. Full red lips, lashes for days, and although her clothes didn't exactly accentuate her shape, he could tell he had a decent figure. He just wasn't interested. And would never be interested in anyone but Shane again. Miss Freitag startled him out of his thoughts.

"Mr. Syverson." She beckoned him to the entrance to the tent near her vehicle.

He picked up his gear and coffee and trotted over to her.

"Ma'am?"

"Jane, please."

"Sy, then, for me. What's next on the agenda?"

"Well, you're the first participant across the finish line. I'm very impressed. It seems as though you almost could have finished last night."

"Yes, ma'am, if I hadn't taken a little extra time for sightseeing, I might have made it here by dusk last night. I just haven't had the hustle I had today."

"Well, that's nothing to sneer at. Normally, the deprivation of food, regular water supply, and proper sleeping conditions make participants sloppy. The opposite seems to be true for you, as you've done better at each checkpoint than the one before. Now, let's get back to the compound and get you a proper meal, and a shower, and talk about what's next for you here at Secure Source."

"Yeah, about that. Before we go much further with this, I need to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"I need to know if you'll be able to find me work near enough to St. Robert and the base there so that I don't have to relocate and travel all the time. I've got a life there, and…it's not something I can just pick up and move on a whim, and I don't want to be away for weeks and months at a time. I know I made this trip work, but I'm praying it didn't already ruin everything." He wasn't going to waste time mincing words. He needed to know right away or else this wouldn't work.

"Sy, with your talent…they're gonna want to put you on the high profile cases. Celebrity security. Concerts, movie premiers, things like that. You'll be wasted as a small town rent-a-cop." there was true concern in her face and her voice as she drove them out of the park and onto the main road to Secure Source's compound.

"If there's a need I can fill, how is that a waste? There's lots of talent in this program. Just 'cause I finished first don't mean I did it the best. And I'm sure most of these folks have the people skills to take them farther'n me. And if you wanna gimme first crack at those, I'll hear ya out. Just…let me reserve the right to turn down the out of town jobs. Especially if they're short notice. And if it takes me away from another security job, I want you to send me a replacement a few days in advance so I can meet 'em, train 'em, and introduce 'em around."

"Seems reasonable." Jane said.

"Well, alright, then. I think we got ourselves a deal. I'll shower up in the locker room real quick, then meet ya in the commissary for a sandwich so we can handle the particulars?"

"Sure, Sy." she agreed as they pulled into the parking structure.

They went their separate ways, Jane to her office, and Sy to the quartermaster to return his supplies and get the key to his locker. He practically danced there, he was so giddy to get to call Shane. He did need a quick shower first, though. Which he took, grabbing some shampoo and soap out of his travel bag. When he got back to his locker, towel around his waist, he replaced the products and grabbed his phone. He sat on the bench between the rows of lockers as it booted up.

When it did, it began alerting him as if it's life depended on it. Three text messages, three voicemails, … and twenty four missed calls. That was odd. Maybe a telemarketer had gotten his number.

He checked the texts first. One was a picture of Aika from Fred, his neighbor, the other two were from Shane…two days ago. The day he went into the park.

Hey, hope you have a great first day of Survivor: Virginia! Lol! Be safe! I love you!

OMG, nutty day today! I'm gonna be doing notes for hours! I'll text you in the morning! <3

And then nothing…he chuckled at Survivor: Virginia, but was a bit concerned. Maybe she'd decided not to waste time texting him if he wasn't going to respond? He didn't know. Maybe some of the calls or voicemails were from her. He'd check before calling.

One from his mom, one from the Stephen's house phone, and the rest were from Fort Wood Therapy. That was weird. He was discharged and didn't have any appointments…surely he wasn't missing any…Shane would have said something. He listened to the voicemails. The first one was from Heather.

"Hey, Sy, it's Heather, Shane's friend here at therapy. Hey, give me a call when you get this. Thanks."

Weird…the next one was from Susan, Shane's boss. In the same tone.

"Captain Syverson, it's Susan DeForrest here at Fort Wood Therapy Clinic. Please give us a call when you get this. Thank you."

Again, weird. The last one was Susan again and far less friendly and measured.

"Mr. Syverson. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you need to bring Shane back to work and stop screwing around. One or both of you is in serious trouble. Either you're being hot-lined for abduction or she's fired for not showing up for work. The choice will be hers." and the line went dead.

Sy felt his stomach twist into nauseated knots at Susan's words. Shane hadn't been to work. For how long? He had to call them. He didn't want to think about the horror that might have befallen Shane while he'd been away.

"Fort Wood Therapy Clinic, this is Heather, how may I help you?" Heather said, trying to hide the obvious worry beneath the cordial demeanor.

"Heather, it's Sy, what the hell's going on with Shane? What do you mean, she hasn't been to work, I don't…"

"Let me give you to Susan, Sy. I'm sorry." She added the last two words in a whisper. After a brief moment on hold, Susan picked up.

"So, Mr. Syverson. Finally decided to call us back?"

"Cut it out, Susan." He let her blatant ignorance of his rank slide in favor of getting to the point. "Tell me what's going on."

"Shane left work Monday and hasn't been back since. No one has seen her. Apart from you, I presume. I knew letting her date a patient would come back to bite me. I should never have--"

"Shut up! This isn't about you, and it isn't because of you. And you had no right to tell Shane who she could and couldn't date, anyway. I haven't seen her in about a week and a half. I'm training out of state for a job. I've been away from my phone since Monday, and I just got back to it now."

"She isn't…with you? I assumed…"

"Well, you know what they say, Susan. I'm coming back early if I can manage it. See if I can do something to help find her. Thanks for calling me. I know your intentions weren't the best when you did, but ultimately, it worked out. I may not have found out otherwise, at least until… much later."

He hung up before she could respond. He had to talk to Jane about cutting his training short. This was all his fault. If he had just come to the realization of just how important, how vital Shane really was to him before he left…well he never would have gone in the first place. She was his life now. His world. His future, and his whole heart. Tears stung his eyes as he dressed to meet Jane in the commissary. She'd have to be okay with this. She'd have to understand.

As he got closer to the smell of fry oil, seasonings, and sizzling meat on a griddle, aromas that usually made his stomach grumble with hunger, he had to swallow back the bile that crept up his throat. He found her seated at a small round four-top, already eating a salad. He sat across from her, startling her from whatever she was reading on her phone, and again when she looked at his expression and complexion.

"Sy, what's wrong? You look downright green!"

"Listen, Jane, I'm going to have to leave training early." She scowled at him, but he was more concerned with the putrid smells of boiled egg and onion coming off her chef salad. He had to get this over with quick before he wretched in the middle of the mess hall.

"That's a big ask, Sy. Gonna have to have a reason."

"I just got a call that my girlfriend is missing. I need to go home and help find her."

"Oh…yeah, that's…that's some reason. I'm really sorry to hear that. Any leads so far?"

"No, I just got off the phone with her useless boss and all she told me was that she hasn't been to work since Monday and can't be reached on her phone. I have my suspicions, but I wanna talk to the authorities."

"Okay, well. Maybe when things calm down at home, we can set you up with some online courses like we do for our assets who need refreshers, but are on assignment. I'll approve that for you."

"Thanks," he said, gratefully, "I'm also wondering if the company has any…transportation solutions for me…of an immediate nature?"

"Man, what were your letters to Santa like as a child?"

"Oh, you know, a little red wagon, end of poverty, world peace…that kind of stuff." he grinned his most charming grin.

"Why am I not surprised? Okay, but you have to return the favor somehow, Sy."

"How about, one assignments of your choosing, no questions asked?"

"Hmmm, what about five assignments?"

"Three?" he countered.

"Done." they shook hands across the table. "I would have settled at two." she smirked.

"I would have done ten." he winked at her as he turned to retrieve his belongings from his bunk and locker. He had a plane…or perhaps a chopper to catch.

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chronicalanxiety · 5 years ago

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[here are their cutie marks and a sketch of their human forms that nobody asked for]

Now here’s a huge ass description for the kids™ if anyone is interested

Zap Apple

Rainbow and Applejack's first-born child and Lil' Cheese's best mate. Zap is a daydreamer and has a gentle soul, he's that one ripped nerd that likes writing and drawing things just for the sake of it. Exploring and discovering new things and places is what really makes his eyes glow (history and geography hoe), so he can be usually seen carrying his saddlebag around all the time (you never know when you're gonna need sketching and exploring supplies). Zap also loves puzzles and is a huge fanboy of Daring Do Books like Dash (and adventure books in general. AJ swears it's because Rainbow used to read so many Daring Doo adventures to her belly when she was pregnant). While he can be smart, he tends to over-thinks things, Zap has a wide imagination and is easily one of the most compassionate ponies around, though he used to be easily coaxed into fights or manipulated by his feelings. Like a good apple family member, the boy loves farm life and has a strong fraternal instinct, but his nature just doesn't allow him to settle there, though he still finds some peace whenever he's back in the environment he grew up in.

Random facts:

- Zap loved wearing his Ma's hat so much that she gave one for him as a gift in a Hearts Warming;

- He lost part of his his right ear to a bad fall when he and some friends went exploring one of his first off-limits area;

- Loves collecting comic books and stamps;

- AJ entered labor right during a Zap Apple harvest (Yep, that's exactly how he got his name);

- Inherited AJ's stare and lie detector;

- Upon noticing Zap's resemblance to his great grandmother, Rainbow nicknamed him Baby Smith.

Applejoy

Rainbow and Applejack's middle child. Applejoy doesn't take her name for granted, she's a total sunshine and bringing people happiness is what really makes her happy. She tends to be famous for getting a bunch of bruises all the time and being a little too reckless, so much so she lost two of her teeth out of pure clumsiness when she was little and had to wait until they began to grow to get them back (still has the best smile), and she also used to break her flying goggles at least once a week. The girl is also very outspoken and sincere, though it can end up being a problem sometimes. Applejoy is the family's Poly Athlete and has strong and fast wings (as well as legs, the girl is speed itself), she doesn't do very well in school but makes for it in sports and is very disciplined when it comes to it (Rainbow is her personal coach for every occasion). She hates losing, but tries her best to be a good sport and not to show she's upset most of the time. It was also awfully difficult for Applejack to handle her being all over the place when she learned how to use her wings (no need to say she was very grateful when her next child was born an earth pony).

Random facts: - Inherited Rainbow's habit of napping on trees (Applejack didn't like the idea, she was always concerned her children were gonna fall and hurt themselves for being too cloud-headed);

- Loves to indulge in her mother's sugary treats;- Rainbow started calling her junior (or AJJ) because her name abbreviation is the same as her ma's. No need to say the nickname was a success;

- Sleepwalker;

- The bandana she uses around her neck is a part of the fabric of an old sheet she used to nap with;

- Likes a bunch of crafts, specially wood-carving, but isn't really gifted at most of them (doesn't matter because she always tries her best every time).

Cider Splash

Rainbow and Applejack's youngest child and Tank's best buddy. Cider Splash a performer at heart, he's a innate dancer and plays multiple instruments very decently, he's the loudest of the bunch in every way and talks everyone's ears off (some conversations can also turn into musical numbers for no apparent reason). He's the most headstrong and stubborn out of the three, so he'll almost always get really deep into a project (or anything, really) when he sets his mind in it. He has blessed hoofs like AJ and is by far the one who ends up helping with the applebucking stuff the most, though he has a natural charm with the farm animals and prefers playing with them (his love for animal plushies wasn't taken for granted). He also indulges in cooking (mostly by Big Sugar's influence). Cider was always jealous of his sibling's ability to fly, so RD tries to compensate by taking him for a ride every once in a while and making sure he's the first one to get Wonderbolts tickets whenever they perform.

Random facts: - His love for music started when Applejack bought him a toy guitar to get him out of his tantrums when he was little. Later, his grandpa Bow Hothoof gave him a mini drum set as a birthday gift. AJ and RD weren't very happy when he started playing it all the time and making a bunch of noise, but they eventually saw potential in it and started investing in his inate talent;

- No need to say cider is his favorite drink ever;

- His bandana was a handmade gift from his Aunt Applebloom.

Florence

Fluttershy's big baby and Agate's older step-sister. Florence is a very resourceful and hard-working young mare, though she tends to spends way too much energy worrying about results and is almost constantly on the verge of outright panic (she's usually seen gritting her teeth or generally flipping out, no need to say she does not fare well under stress, specially when she is given a task to complete). Florence is known to be very sensible and intelligent, and even though she sometimes puts her own paranoia before common sense, she usually manages to find logical solutions to problems. She learned how to deal with stress by canalizing it into something productive, thanks to Rarimom (which ended up being another source of anxiety, ironically). She also has very strong beliefs, and when forced to question them, she becomes very upset. Despite that, Florence is extremely loyal and kind and will go out of her way to help other ponies.

Random facts: - Her scarf was given by Rarity, it made her feel safe when she was little, and she still uses it until this day (Her moms had to bribe with her in order to get her to let them clean and wash it after months of using it non-stop);

- Probably has OCD;

- She has also been known to retreat into her imagination when under extreme stress, often picturing peaceful, grassy fields or tranquil landscapes to calm herself down.

- Florence loves her coffee, tea and Fluttermum's pets more than her life (She loved growing up around pets, they still give her a sense of calm and relaxation. Her mom used to use them to calm her down when she was crying or couldn't sleep, she would almost always fall asleep after caressing some pet's ear for a while)

Agate

Rarity’s most precious gem and Florence’s little step-sister. Agate has been a very independent gal since she was little, she has been described as curious, monotone and sarcastic, and also appears to be more logical and mature than some of her peers, typically being the one to call them out on their ignorance, she’s inclined to remain passive and stoical to most things that happen around her. She has a fuckton control over her emotions and wears a neutral expression about 80% of the time, but is actually a pretty chill gal and has a very good (and weird) sense of humor. Agate has a great eye for photography (specially Avant-garde stuff) and turns out working as a professional photographer in the future.

Random facts: - Lowkey a huge mystery fan and computer nerd;

- Has a huge soft spot for Fluttermom's pets since she first came in contact with one, she can’t help but to smile the whole time she’s around them;

- Discord's favorite gal right next to Fluttershy.

Lil' Cheese

So let's get this out of the way, the script says Lil' Cheese is a colt, but many people see them as a filly, so they ended up being non-binary in my headcanon because I couldn't decide their gender (but go with whatever suits you better).

"Don't worry, Zap and Cheese got another infallible plan". Cheesecake, AKA "Lil' Cheese", is first and foremost known for the ability to talk their ass off anytime of the day for whatever reason (they used to spend most of their time besides their mom, so no need to mention that they practically picked up all her goofiness and energy by osmosis), they're also an excellent actor and are known as "The God of Puns". They’re generally a popular and gifted student, however, they're foul-mouthed and kind of competitive (but despite that, they are generally well liked and always looking after their friends). Lil' Cheese uses their innate talent for comedy and natural charm and charisma to help attract attention to their mum's bakery. Cheese had pretty deep random conversations with Pinkie since very little, so they turned out to be a pretty good conversationalist and improviser.

Big Sugar/Little Mac

I don't really have a very elaborate description for him (sorry peeps), but I imagine Sugar as a very sweet (pun intended) Big Baker Boy that loves cooking (and eating, most of all). He has that big bro energy and always gives the best hugs, but can also have with no mercy when messing around with his peers. He's very well liked around Ponyville and known for his extroverted and warm nature, though he may care way to much about other's opinions and tends to take a lot of them personally. Being a proud member of the Apple Family, he's the embodiment hard-work and loves working on the farm, but his heart always feel in the right place whenever he's preparing meals for other ponies.

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Okay, so quick backstory time about how Flarity happened in this canon.

Fluttershy was going through a very rough time with her previous marefriend, she always wanted to have a child of her own, and seeing her friends having some of their own made her even more eager to have one, so she found a sperm donor and conceived Florence with the consent of her partner at the time. Their relationship didn't get any less toxic even after Florence was born, so as a good friend, Discord felt the obligation to intervene (along with the rest of the elements of harmony) and convince Fluttershy to just end it and let go, as it wasn't doing any good for both her and the kid. When she finally got out of it, Discord and Rarity were the ones who helped Flutters to heal the most.

Meanwhile, Agate was the product of Rarity's previous marriage with Fancy Pants and was conceived as the last hope for their doomed marriage. Turns out having a child didn't save their relationship and they ended up divorcing, both going their separate ways with their own lives and businesses, however, it was a healthy separation and they remained in good terms with each other. Rarity took this separation as a way to get to know more about herself and to spend more time bonding with her daughter, having a break from her business life and letting Sassy Saddles and some other employees take the wheel for a little while, though she didn't stop playing her part on the creative side. During the time Fluttershy was going through her healing process, she and Rarity reconnected and some gay stuff happened. By the time the series ended they were probably on the dating phase and close to engagement. They eventually marry and join their families together.

Also Discord's still a very close friend of the couple and helps them and the kids whenever and in whatever way he's able to. He loves spending time with the kids, specially Agate, who finds his chaotic energy specially amusing.

#next gen #mlp next gen #mlp #MLP:FiM #mlp oc #My Little Pony #next gen oc #appledash #flarity #rarishy #sugarmac #cheesepie #lil cheese #little mac #my art

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tempesrature · 4 years ago

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50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”

Pairing: Ride or Die | Colt x Ellie Summary: A highlight reel of the most important moments of their life. A/N: Highly suggest reading this in order (all even numbers for Colt). @lovehugsandcandy @dancingboba @choicesarehard

#41 Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

Colt kicks the front door close, checks the security system quickly, and makes sure the door is locked before he makes his way to their bedroom.

He stops for a moment behind the bedroom door, his hand ready to turn the doorknob, when he freezes at the sound of soft sniffles and cries just behind the door.

His heart shatters, aches in ways he’s only felt a handful of times in his life. He hates that he can’t do anything right now, broken in the thought that in some way, he is responsible for her pain.

“…Colt?”

Colt drops his head on the door, his eyes squeezing shut. “I’m here Ellie,” He curls his hand into fists, his nails digging into the palms. “And I’ll always be here but baby please, let me in. I can’t stand not being able to do anything.”

A soft chuckle then a sniff. “Yeah you can come in now.”

Colt immediately pushes the door open as he takes long strides towards her on the bed before he engulfs her in a careful but tight hug. A fresh batch of tears prick Ellie’s eyes as she buries her face in his shoulder and she allows herself to cry.

She clings to him, just for a moment, lost in the sea of her emotions as Colt rubs her back soothingly while he whispers comfort and love into her ear.

~*~

Colt wipes off the last of the stubborn tears that cling to her cheeks, letting his thumb linger for a moment to caress and soothe away the invisible trails that they’ve left.

“Thanks for giving me the space I asked for,” Ellie comments, reaching out to hold his hand in a limp but heartfelt grip. “I know it must’ve been difficult.”

Colt chuckles weakly. Difficult is an understatement. He damn near lost his mind when he got that text from her, a text telling him that her dad had ambushed her at the end of her shift and they had gone to a coffee shop to talk that lasted about two hours.

“I think I drove up and down along the coast at least three times.”

Ellie lets out a choked laugh as she lays her head on his shoulder and he immediately moves to support her body as he mindfully makes sure her five-month old bump doesn’t accidently hit anything. He leans his back against the headboard while Ellie sits beside him as she tangles their legs on the bed.

“What did your dad say to you?” He tries his best to keep the anger out of his voice, to sound neutral and calm, but he fails when it comes out cold and clipped.

Ellie definitely catches the tone of his voice and she chuckles, sniffing a little before she gestures for the box of tissues on the nightstand. Colt reaches for it and hands it to her and she blows her nose before she starts to speak.

“Nothing much. He misses me. I told him I missed him too,” Ellie shrugs, trying her best to not seem bothered. “I told him about the wedding and of course,” She lays her hand on her stomach, caressing gently. “He noticed the bump.”

Colt acknowledges her words with a hum, trying his best to keep his thoughts to himself for now and opts to listen instead. She certainly doesn’t need the extra stress of dealing with his emotions.

“…He wants to be part of my life now, part of his grandchild’s life.”

Colt furrows his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing in anger, annoyance and confusion. “And that’s it? No ultimatums?”

Ellie lets out a weary chuckle. “You clearly forgot what type of person my dad is.”

Colt remembers. He remembers perfectly because even until now, he still has regular run-ins with Detective Wheeler. Although he doesn’t directly deal with him and he has never seen Colt’s face—Colt has heard enough stories from his associates and crew that he can guess what his ultimatum is.

And suddenly Colt is scared, terrified. Clearly, if it meant nothing to Ellie she wouldn’t be in here crying and sniffling about it.

Or asking him to leave her alone for an hour.

“…And what did you say?”

Ellie glances up at him, trying to sound playful and teasing. “You’re not even gonna ask what he said?”

Colt shrugs lightly, trying to sound unbothered and nonchalance. “I can guess.”

“Apparently not,” Ellie lets out a small laugh, moving her head closer to his chest so she can hear the steady beat of his heart. “He won’t tell me to break up with you and he won’t tell me how to live my life but you two can never meet. If I want to see him and if he wants to spend time with our baby, you can’t be there.”

“Seriously?” Colt breathes out, clearly not expecting this at all. In fact, it’s a great deal. Colt certainly doesn’t want to meet or engage with Detective Wheeler in any way, shape or form and with this, Ellie can rebuild her relationship with her dad…although he’s a little bit on the fence with his child meeting his cop Grandpa. But he can bring up that discussion later. One problem at a time for now.

“Yeah seriously,” Ellie confirms, fitting her hand into his as she starts to play with his fingers. “Should I…should I agree?”

Colt looks down at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well what if this is a trap?” Ellie asks worriedly, her eyes watering. “And he’s using me to get to you just like Jason? And I end up putting the entire crew in danger, put you in danger and I ca-can’t…” her voice breaks a little and Colt immediately rubs her back, trying to soothe out the emotions that overwhelm her as if they were a physical ache that he can simply massage away.

“Let me look into it first. If it’s safe, then you should do it. I know how much you miss him El.”

“But…but Colt what if—”

Colt cuts her off, tilting her head to him before he captures her lips in a searing and bruising kiss. When he pulls away, he swipes his thumb over her bottom lip with his eyes that shine with confidence.

“Anything, remember? All you gotta do is ask Ellie.”

“I want to,” Ellie finally replies, the last of her resolve breaking as she sniffs and tears up when the memories of her father suddenly rushes into her in flashes and montages. “I want to Colt. I miss him so much, I hate that I miss him so much.”

Colt chuckles and places a kiss on her forehead. “Then you’ll have it. Give me a month to look into it.”

Ellie nods, pressing her eyes to his shoulder as she encircles her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you El,” Colt promises as he places a lingering kiss on her temple. “Always.”

#choices rod #colt kaneko #colt x ellie #50colt #my writing

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breaniebree · 5 years ago

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Talking about my love for my OC with @xxqueenofdragonsxx. This is my Zahira as best as I can make her, though someone awesome may be drawing me some amazing fan art of her so fingers crossed.

ZAHIRA ZELENA ZACARIAS (ZEE):

Magizoologist, works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for the Ministry of Magic.

Born 9th April, 1964 to parents Michael Ivanovich (Misha) Zacarias and Magnolia Jackson Zacarias. Misha, a Muggleborn Russian Auror who is following the trail of a dark wizard and finds himself in Paris where he meets the American witch Magnolia Jackson. They fall in love and get married and Magnolia moves to Moscow to be with him and then when Zee is six, her mother is killed.

I think that it was a gruesome death, a curse that tortured her for days before she finally succumbed to her death. They were living in Russia at the time and Zee was with her Baba and Deda, as she was only six, and her mother had gone into town to do some shopping. The dark wizard was stalking her and cursed her. She was left alone in an alley to die and wasn’t found for almost six hours, by then, the curse had taken over too much of her and any attempt at saving her life was impossible. She’d lost her mind and Zee was never able to say goodbye. Magnolia didn’t even recognize Misha when he found her which was part of why it hurt Misha so much to lose her in the end.

Misha meets Sorcha Brown when Zee is eight, a freelance journalist from Scotland. Zee grew up travelling between Scotland and Moscow and she always loved animals. She spent her summers visiting her American grandparents on their ranch in Toccoa, Georgia where her grandmother owns a 50s diner called Flo’s and her grandfather is chief of police. Her stepmother is the mother she grew up with. Mama, seeing Zee’s love for animals always allowed her to bring home strays. Her father continued to work in Russia, travelling back and forth via international portkey every day when they spent time in Scotland. And when it came time for her to go to school, they decided to send her to the wizarding school in Russia — the Koldovstoretz School of Magic because it had such an amazing Care of Magical Creatures program. She speaks fluent French, Russian, and Mermish because of her upbringing and her career and a little bit of Greek.

She has 4 tattoos:

Gold and green tribal elephant on right side of ribs

Red and gold dragon across spine

Black niffler on back of her neck

Zee tattoo over scar - deep green vines with bright blue orchids scattered from the top of her left hip down the side of her thigh, wrapping around her knee, Lady Godiva hidden in the vines covering her scar lying on a bed of blue orchids ending at her ankle. I AM WOMAN written on one side, HEAR ME ROAR, written on the other.

Zee found him napping on the sofa and she smiled at the sight of him, bending to kiss his forehead. Her curls tickled his face, a small smile on his lips. Not wanting to disturb him, she hurried upstairs to pack the rest of her bag. She changed into a short halter dress over her new bikini and was admiring her calf in the mirror when he came in.

His eyes met hers in the mirror and the look in them sent desire raking through her.

“When did you get home?”

“Maybe fifteen minutes ago? You looked so peaceful having your nap.”

“I was resting my eyes,” he said, making her grin.

“Right.”

Sirius moved towards her, his eyes trailing down her body. “You look fucking gorgeous.” His gaze stopped on her leg, a brow rising. “You got a new tat?”

Zee held onto his arm as he picked up her leg to examine the new tattoo. She had gotten Lady Godiva. She’d done her panther’s sleek form in a dark black outline but other than her golden eyes, she’d coloured the panther in with flowered camouflage. Purple perennials and pink tulips, red roses and blue lilacs that brightened her leg and covered every inch of the ugly burn scar to the back of her knee. Deep green vines and leaves surrounded the outline of the panther, framing the words written down either side of the panther in cursive: I Am Woman and on the other side it continued with: Hear Me Roar.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Sirius murmured, his fingertips tracing the words.

“Yeah?” Zee said. “I didn’t want to look at my burn anymore so I wanted to cover it with something beautiful.”

“And the Reddy lyrics?”

She grinned. “Points to you.”

Sirius let go of her leg and bent his head to kiss her. “I love it. But you were sexy with the scar too.”

Zee slipped her arms around his neck. “And that, Mr Black, is one of the many reasons why I love you.”

Sirius slid his hands up her back into her hair. “Let’s go shag on the beach.”

She laughed as he let her go and picked up their bags. “Sounds perfect.”

As he walked out the door, she couldn’t help but think that she had never loved anyone more than the man before her. She didn’t know what the future held for her, but she did know that her future was nothing without Sirius Black and Harry Potter. (Excerpt from A Second Chance, chapter 213)

Zee’s wand was made by Gregorvich and it is chestnut as the wood meshes with her love of animals, I think it’s short like her, only 15 cm in length and her core is from a coral reef. Her wand core gives the owner patience, someone with a coral reef core knows how to bring things to fruition, provide protection for all, as well as generate longevity. They have a knack for deflecting disaster, whatever form it takes. They are also loving, nurturing, and healing; are a source of enduring friendship and support and often the glue that holds the ship together. I thought it sounded very much like Zee.

She stands no taller than 156 cm (roughly 5′1 and 3/4) and often wears 4 inch heels as if she was born in them, preferably her heeled cowboy boots. She has long dark brown hair with golden caramel highlights mixed through it. Her grandmother on her mum’s side was African-American so her skin is like a caramel toffee. She loves bright red lipstick and big earrings. She wears a white gold and turquoise turtle belly button ring and usually has smaller hoops or studs in her ears above the big hoops. As shown above and mentioned before, she is very curvy, hourglass and I picture her body type like Jaydah Doll, but her face is the gorgeous model at the top (I saw her and thought Zee).

Her pet is a panther named Lady Godiva. She rescued her from Muggles who were hunting her and her pack in Kenya. Her parents were killed and she was the only cub that she could find so she nurtured her and kept her safe. Why Godiva?

“I always admired her bravery; standing up for what she wanted and doing the only thing that she could do at the time to make her stand. No one would listen to her and she had no power and no ability to use weapons. She wasn’t a witch with powers to sway them so she set out on a horse, completely nude, and she got the attention she wanted. She made her mark. I found Lady Godiva in Kenya, hiding from the Muggles who had shot and killed her family, when I rescued her and confronted the Muggles, she jumped from my arms and stood in front of me, growling at them, almost daring them to fight her to get to me. I thought that she was making her stand, a cub with no power of her own, but she was trying. So I named her Godiva.” (Excerpt from A Second Chance, chapter 65)

Her grandfather on her dad’s side was a Muggle and veteran of the Second World War. He drove a 1937 BSA M20 and it’s hers now. She loves motorcycles and getting her hands dirty. She’s an incredible cook. She likes to read mystery, horror, and romance novels. She travels for her job and has been all over the world, but has recently been enjoying her time working in the menagerie within the Ministry of Magic and helping to organize it.

As to the Koldovstoretz School of Magic, I like to think it’s hidden somewhere deep in Russia and that it looks like the ruins Balga Castle to prevent anyone from finding it, but when you get through the warding it opens up and looks the Vologda Kremlin and Saint Sophia Cathedral, just gorgeous Russian architecture -- but not as large as Hogwarts’ castle. It says that they played a version of Quidditch there where they flew on uprooted trees instead of broomsticks -- which is another reason why I think Zee was never big into playing the sport herself. Also I imagine her as short and curvy, which means she may not have great balance on a broom, and she loves riding the motorbike and likes the Muggle machine more than a broomstick if she has to choose.

As to her family tree:

The Jacksons:

Colten (Muggle) and Florence Jackson

Daughter Magnolia Jackson Zacarias (deceased) married to Michael (Misha) Zacarias with one daughterZahira Zelena Zacarias

The Zacarias’:

Ivan and Anya Zacarias (Muggles – Ivan was the soldier in WWII with the motorbike that he gave to Zee)

1. Michael (Misha) Ivanovich Zacarias m. Magnolia Jackson Zacarias (d) m. Sorcha Brown Zacarias

(a) Zahira Zelena Zacarias eng. Sirius Orion Black

(i) Harry James Potter

(ii) Twin 1 and Twin 2 Black (due January 1997)

2. Olga Ivanova Zacarias Petrov m. Dimtri Petrov

(a) Mikhail Petrov m. Ana Ivanov

(i) Yuri Petrov (11)

(b) Mila Petrov Sokolov m. Nicholas Sokolov

(i) Nastasia Sokolov (9)

(ii) Dinara Sokolov (6)

3. Sasha Zacarias Blok m. Yerik Blok

(a) Tanya Blok Fedorov m. Alek Fedorov

(i) Eva and Irina (twin girls identical) (2)

(b) Tatiana Blok eng. Iosif Kuznetsov

The Browns:

Callum and Fiona Brown

Brian Brown m. Jocasta Fitzgibbons

(a) Dougal Brown m. Ellen Smith

(i) Jenny Brown (24)

(ii) Ian Brown (22)

Sorcha Brown m. Misha Zacarias

(a) Zahira Zacarias

Names for Family Members:

Ivan & Anya = Baba and Deda

Tetya = auntie

Dyadya = uncle

Misha & Sorcha = Papa and Grandmama

Colt & Flo = Grandpa and Grandma

Callum & Fiona = Gran and Grandda

Basically, I love her and I’m so glad that other people have come to love her as much as me.

Zeerius is my canon.

@velvethopewrites thank you for loving her enough to put her in your Muggle AU.

#a second chance #harry potter fanfiction #breanie #original character #zee zacarias oc #sirius and zee #zeerius

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The day is June 15 2020

The time is 3 am

The situation is that the world has fallen into a pandemic of Covid-19, and my job closed down in March, leaving me with lots of time on my hands. Despite my doubts, I fell back into Supernatural, deep into it, and I am now rewatching it. I thought it would be fun to try and see how much I could remember from earlier seasons before I watch them all

I have watched up to 1x14 at this point, so those episodes are fresh in my mind, but lets see what else I remember

Season 1

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business”

Sam’s girlfriend dies just like his mom did

Their dad is the point of the season but is only actually in like 3 episodes

Sam and Dean break up but get back together

Sam has VISIONS and moves things with his MIND

Meg is a demon, Sam has a bit of a crush on her

They find their dad, but don’t kill the demon

colt

Season 2

Dean dies in a car crash, John sells his soul for him and dies

Bobby Singer is best dad

Ellen and Jo and Ash exist

Purple Nurple

Gordon?

Lots of psychics! Sam can make friends??

Jk, it’s the hunger games

Sam gets stabbed in the back

Dean sells his soul for him

They kill Azazel I think??

“I have … demon blood in me?”

Season 3

Saving Dean from his demon deal

Groundhog day episode where Dean dies everyday

Gabriel?? (trickster)

Blonde Ruby (let’s hear it for Laurel Lance!)

Very short because there was a writers’ strike that year

Hell hounds

Season 4

Dean was “gripped tight and raised from perdition” by Castiel

Sam has a new gf! (Surprise, it’s Ruby in a new body! :o)

Why does she pretend to not know Dean when he first shows up? Is she lying to Sam about who she is this whole time?? Hmmm I wish I remembered

Time travel?? (Sam doesn’t get to come ☹ )

Demon blood

Demon blood detox ☹

Let’s kill Lilith

“Because it had to be you Sam”

“The boy with the demon blood”

Season 5

Dean is the Michael sword

Sam is messed up, trying to quit demon blood

Cas rebelled, and he did it, all of it, for Dean

Adam Winchester is a person who exists

Also I think this is the season with Jesse the antichrist who never shows up again it’s fine.

He only existed so they could have important conversations about nature vs nurture which honestly they should’ve just saved from when Jack was born but they didn’t know that was gonna happen

More time travel??

Future

Cas likes drugs

Team Free Will

Samifer

Fall into the cage

Dean goes to live with Lisa and Ben

The end?

Season 6

Cas is working with Crowley and spying on Dean but not talking to him like the pining idiot that he is

Dean can’t help but inspect monster happenings in town

Soulless!Sam

Dean finds Soulless Sam

Hanging out with some old dude?

Get Sam’s soul back

Meet Death?

Find out Cas is working with Crowley

O: Ultimate betrayal

???

Season 7

Leviathans

Godstiel?? Why?? Idr

Hallucifer

Please give Sam therapy

Sam goes to an asylum

Cas takes Sam’s trauma??

More leviathans

Dick?

Charlie!

Kevin!

Garth? Did we know him before. Idk, we know him now

Dean and Cas go to purgatory!

When does Cas die and walk into the lake? That’s before they go to Purgatory, right? Hmmmm but how does he come back

Cas is Emmanuel and has a wife? Is that in this season?

Season 8

Dean gets out of purgatory!

But no Cas

Sam had a girlfriend and a dog! Nice!

Not nice, he ignored Kevin and didn’t look for Dean

Like they agreed on, but whatever ok sue him for trying to be happy

Dean has a vampire boyfriend

Not so high and mighty about killing every monster are we now, huh Dean?

Right? I don’t remember, this is a conversation that happens though

He does end up killing Benny though, doesn’t he? huh

Cas is back from Purgatory! But he’s got Secrets ™

“I’m gonna become a hunter”

Then he stays in the old folks home and next time we see him he’s all wacky and likes to watch the bees?

Megstiel

You’re just playing sorry

Am I right?? I don’t remember, but all of this happens at some point

Who even is the big bad? What are we fighting? Idk

Oh we have to save Kevin from Crowley and he reads the demon tablet. Only eats hotdogs, doesn’t shave. I love him please keep him safe.

Spoilers, they don’t

Right! The trials, Sam does the trials, they “purify” him

The angels fall, but Sam doesn’t complete the trials and almost dies.

Season 9

Sam almost dies, Dean is like “right, nonconsensual possession is clearly the best answer for this”

Human!Cas, he drinks lots of water. Steve.

§ “you can’t stay here” :o

Abaddon I think?? What was the point

Crowley is sort of our friend now and I think we meet Rowena? Idr

Kevin dies ☹

“What is the upside to me being alive” – Sam

§ Maybe in this season, maybe not. Who knows?

Cas is a cannibal (eats grace) and becomes and angel again at some point

§ Hannah exists

We all hate Metatron

Cain??

Metatron stabs Dean and Sam puts his dead body on the bed

Demon!Dean

Season 10

Demon!Dean and Crowley are living it up!

Sam and Cas try to cure Dean

Charlie and Rowena interact a lot I think

Book of the Damned

When did they find the bunker? Men of Letters? All that? Idr, anyway they have it at this point

Dean kills lots of people

Charlie dies ☹

Dean blames Sam which is unfair and I hate it

They get the mark off and The DarknessTM is release

Season 11

The Baby episode exists

Really weird sexual tension between Dean and Amara while she’s still kind of a child, no one knows why. Please stop.

Cas gets called expendable and then makes poor life decisions

Lbr, though, Misha is the only other one who can play Lucifer with the same spirit as Mark Pellegrino. Sorry Jared, it’s the truth.

Eileen!! <3

Chuck is God :o

Let’s kill Amara!

Except we don’t kill her, she just needs to bond with her bro.

Here, have your mom back

Season 12

Mom????

British Men of Letters

Lucifer F*cks

Boy I didn’t think this would turn into what it did, let me tell you

Winchesters escape from Federal Prison

Cas says “I love you”

But like, the plural you. No homo.

Sam admits he lost his drive to lead, then finds it again and leads hunters against the dang brits! Hooray!

Oh shoot Lucifer wants custody of his kid!

FIGHT

Fatality – Castiel

Fatality – Mary

Oh no wait she didn’t die she’s just trapped.

Season 13

Jack jack jack jack jack

3 dads, all at various levels of dadding

Actually 2 excellent dads, one dad who is too emotionally damaged to dad but he tries sometimes

Yeah Cas pisses of a cosmic entity. That won’t come back to bite him

Jack just wants to be good

Wayward sisters was not picked up which sucks

Apocalypse world

Rowena is our friend now

Custody Battle!!! Who wins? Not Lucifer

We saved the day! And a ton of people

Literally they made a whole deal of the people being like “We won’t leave our home or our cause” and then they got back to Sam and Dean’s world, didn’t have archangel grace and were just like “meh, actually this place is cool. We don’t have to worry about going back”

Psych! We’re not done yet! Luci wants his kid

And Michael wants his planet

Season 14

Michael! Dean

Jack dies

But it’s ok, we fixed you, just don’t use your powers

Oh shoot he used his power

Nick is somehow alive

In love with Lucifer

Burn his ass!!

Oh Mary disapproves

RIP Mary

RIP Dean being a father, now he’s gonna murder

Hi Chuck, nice of you to show up

Oh no.

Season 15

Chuck sucks

Dean and Cas break up ☹

Sam has visions again

But he’s not psychic, it’s just the piece of his soul inside Chuck

Resurrect your girlfriend! Yeah!!

Jack is eating hearts, but it’s ok, Death told him to do it.

Garden of Eden?

Get your soul back boy!

And cry

Honorable mentions (Aka these happened but idr when)

Sam falls in love with a werewolf and then has to kill her and MAN Jared really brought the tears

AU where Supernatural is a TV show

Finding out Supernatural is a book series and the author is Chuck!

Crowley becomes helpful mostly

Crowley has a son??

Meet grandpa

Ellen, Jo, and Ash die

Bobby dies

literally everybody dies

Kill Hitler

They meet that Jewish guy with the Golem who pretended to flirt with Dean at some point.

Jimmy Novak was a devout man who deserved a lot better than he got

Claire Novak is so cool

She moves in with Jody

When do we meet Jody? She’s just always kinda been there?

Gabriel, I don’t remember anything about Gabriel

The council of the Gods’ happens and then I think Gabriel dies in that episode?? Idr

The Four Horsemen

Death, Pestilence, War, Famine

“You’re not hungry Dean”

I literally do not remember what was happening with these guys

Also, they killed Death, killed a reaper, that reaper became the new Death. I remember when all that happened I just didn’t feel like putting it in the timeline.

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lindyloosims · 8 months ago

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Kenzie pulled through and she'll be home in a couple of days. This whole experience has made me realise how I truly feel about her and what she did with Adrian.

I know what to do now!

My babies are big boys now! Colt is a fussy little man and Chase is clingy which can be a problem when you need a bath or a shower...or a poop! They're both destructive, that's gonna be fun!

They're tucking into some cake right now as their baby brother ages up!

Here he is, little Luka! Blonde like mama Kenzie with my freckles and blue eyes. He has vitiligo over his right eye and on his left leg, taking after granny Kacey, and he's beautiful just like her too! He's also covered in moles like great grandpa Griff! He's got a good mix of everything in there, and he managed to fight the red gene!

I'm now hopelessly in love with him, it took me a while to bond with him but now I adore him just like I do the twins. He is half of me after all!

CLAIRE: Mama Clairey's beautiful little man!

LUKA: *smiles a gummy smile*

All my boys are gorgeous and I don't wish any of them were girls, I'm happy with my three children!

While I spend some long overdue time with Luka, the twins are wreaking havoc next door...

...Colt doesn't react well to having sugary food! Uh-oh!

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

#sims4wheelofdramalegacychallenge #s4wodlc #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 challenge #sims 4 challenge #the sims 4 challenge #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy challenge #the sims 4 legacy challenge #Claire Dowling #Sulani

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markoftheasphodel · 6 years ago

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Thoughts on the Jagen Club (FEH-centric)

So I drafted this last year, when I started playing with “Depression Meals” and then “This Could Be Us,” then sat on it for about a year. The rundown on Gharnefs compiled by @airlock inspired me to finish this up and get it out because it ain’t doing me any good sitting in my drafts, is it? This basically just served as my initial round of impressions on how FE Heroes was treating my beloved class of “veteran horsey-type knights” aka Jagens and why the Heroes representation inspired me to write crack ‘fic and less cracky explorations of the gang.

So, here goes...

Jagen: Good Grandpa

Jagen rocks. No, seriously, I love this guy and I love what Heroes did with him visually and character-wise (unit-wise... well, none of these are top-tier units and we will leave it at that). See, one gets the feeling Jagen's had a really good life up to at least late middle age. He came from a small but prosperous kingdom where life was good, he served a worthy king, and basically he's got joie de vivre animating him even in his obvious old age.

(This is one reason I kind of view Jagen as the actual ideal knight in FE. If you're a young knight and you end up like him, good on you. You end up like some of these others, my condolences. Kids like Roderick and Silas should take note.)

He's not that complex-- just a good-hearted old warhorse stomping around to prove he can keep up with the colts. My favorite line is probably the one he uses for a bad level-up, though-- a bracing shot of self-contempt: “I have dishonored my rank and my country.”

Gunther: Bad Grandpa

He looks like Axe Jagen. Past middle age, thinks himself as a parent-figure to his liege Corrin, offers to chat over tea. But unlike Jagen, his kingdom's a mess, his life is shot through with tragedy (the scar on his face is, as usual, representative of more than skin damage), and Gunther lets it all hang out during one of his specials quotes: “I will have my revenge!” That and the line “My armor has known...so much blood” hints that there’s more to this guy than tea parties. So what’s the deal with Gunther? Uh... depends on which route(s) of Fates you played. Heroes doesn’t really pick a “side” as far as Gunther goes so IDK look up Revelation on a wiki I guess. It’s wild.

But the way he presents himself is quite engaging! Would have tea with, etc.

Titania: Team Mom

Confident and chatty Titania is the resident ray of sunshine among veteran horsey-riders. She’s happy to take up menial tasks because they gotta be done, but she’s definitely working for a cause on a level beyond “money talks” or even abstract honor. She’s into training, but for the stated reason that practice and being on top of one’s game keeps one alive, and Titania is very, very invested in everyone staying alive. Training isn’t a quirk so much as it is part of her overall practical and constructive approach to life and duty... though there are a couple of hints that Titania’s beginning to feel her age (she’s like, 30!).

And then we get her Valentine’s alt, Warm Knight Titania, who keeps the practical “money can’t buy happiness” approach to life but is very obviously all wrapped up in the feelings for her Commander that went unspoken during his lifetime... and the prospect of a second chance thanks to all these alternate timelines colliding.

Overall just as Jagen IMO represents a damn good representation of an ideal knight at the end of the road, Titania-- despite or perhaps because she quit being an actual knight-- is a beautiful integration of Duty and Training and Covert Romantic Feelings and Familial Affection without coming down too hard on any one element.

Frederick: Wacky Uncle

As a 3DS-era character there's not much surprising about Frederick for anyone who's played Awakening. Endearingly voiced by Kyle Hebert, Freddy adores his lord Chrom and hates disorder and bear meat. He’s got an alt, summoned from a beach vacation, who is obsessively cleaning up seashells and confessions to “sinning” by which he apparently means taking a break.

I admit to holding a subversive view of Frederick in that his zeal to be a great knight is undermined by all of his tics and quirks and that's part of why he and everyone else ended up dead in the original timeline-- and Heroes doesn't change my mind on that point. His fixation on clearing the garden weeds and rising early to pick up pebbles sound less like doing the menial tasks that somebody’s gotta do and more like make-work that Frederick does because something compels him to. Still, Frederick's rocking so much joie de vivre of his own that it's impossible to not like the guy. The man likes what he does, what can I say?

Still should’ve had “Pick a god and pray” in his arsenal of voiced lines somewhere.

Finn: Hot Mess #1

When Finn-- the only member of this crew whose home games never came out worldwide-- hit FEH I remember one Redditor snarking that they didn’t understand why other fans were so excited about another Frederick-style “lapdog” character. Finn indeed presents as the latest model number of “stoic and dutiful knight” on the surface... and then the trauma, debilitating melancholy, and lack of self-preservation leaks out line by line (and given two of these tell-tale lines are at 1* rarity, it’s meant to be obvious).

His identity is all wrapped up not just in some conception of being a knight but in his lance (a gift from his late lord Quan, of course)-- an object, a tool. He's at least two decades younger than Jagen (and Gunter), but whereas the old guys are determined to prove they've got life in them yet, Finn's past caring if he survives the next battle. Unlike Titania, he’s not fondly reminiscing about the happy little moments raising his adolescent liege Leif or his “daughter”/ ward Nanna. He’s not interested in pulling weeds or doing the laundry-- he’s anxious to know the layout of the castle in case it gets torched... when he’s not obsessively repairing that lance, that is. He’s got zero quotes on the value of training compared to least three indicating he's fine with ending up dead. So yeah, Finn’s basically Antimatter Titania. Meanwhile he’s voiced to sound about twenty years older than he looks, which seems to be deliberate for both NoJ and NoA.

Finn’s more like a cautionary tale to the Rodericks and Silases of the world-- sure, you can be this guy, but who’d want to be? He sure looks pretty in his attack art though...

Seth: Hot Mess #2

Ooh, boy. Seth has what's arguably the greatest storyline scene FEH has afforded a supporting character in all of Book I... possibly in all the mainline Heroes chapters. It evokes his rebuke to Ephraim in Eph's version of Ruled By Madness and it's awesome. But the Seth we get in Heroes is a very... intriguing... look at what's underneath the shiny surface of the Silver Knight. There’s some Training stuff, a sense the man has Opinions but is struggling to stay in his place, a reference to the wound he got from Valter and an admission he’s not fun to be around. And then it gets a bit weird.

“Do not trouble yourself over my well- being. I would play the pawn gladly, would it bring us victory.“

He isn't just unattached to his own survival the way Finn is, Seth is actively advising the Summoner to keep enough distance to make it easier for them to send Seth to die. Repeatedly. Maybe the pain of his half-healed wound is driving him mad, maybe he's afraid unspoken feelings for Eirika will turn him to the dark side, but Seth is kinda messed up. And whereas honestly every iffy thing about Finn was already there in the Jugdral games and their side materials, Seth’s FEH presentation came as a shock to me and I’ve seen it flat-out called “Out of Character” elsewhere. The hint of a playful side from his support chain with Natasha, for instance, is nowhere to be found here. It’s odd and kind of compelling and yet not terribly likable, in my opinion. Frederick needs to chill and Finn needs a hug (and probably some anti-depressants), but Seth... I dunno. He needs friends, maybe? Cormag when.

“I answer destiny's call!” is a damn good line, though.

Bonus Clive and Mathilda (The Lovebirds):

The Legendary Knight and her Idealistic boyfriend are not technically Jagens (that’s Mycen, subverting the archetype almost as soon as it was established), but they’re veteran cavalier/paladin types in their late 20s, likely of an age with Seth and Frederick at least and not many years younger than Titania and Finn. So, how do they measure up personality-wise?

Clive and Mathilda have the advantage that their Heroes incarnations hit at virtually the same time their FE15 selves did, so there's not as much revelatory about them. Same VAs (Grant George is fantastic), consistent designs, consistent personalities. Clive struggles a bit with his dilemmas from FE15 and has a hilarious line where he’s taking care of his own horse because the Order of Heroes apparently has no staff (for the record, he says he enjoys caring for the horse). Mathilda meanwhile has a couple of quotes about her love for Clive and quite a bit about her concerns regarding Clive’s sister Clair. They’re not very extreme personalities-- even Titania, well-rounded as she is, comes across as more extreme than Clive & Mathilda thanks to her open zeal for life. I’m not quite sure how they’d come across to someone who hadn’t played FE15, as the nature of Clive’s doubts in particular are merely hinted at here.

They’re good supporting characters but there’s a reason my Jagen-club stories don’t use them as focal points.

Not available: Mycen, Arran, Oifey, Marcus... after two damn years.

#fire emblem meta #all sorts of emblems #the jagen club #fire emblem ficcing #text post #long post

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pooka-dragon · 6 years ago

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Trials

Okay, this fanfic was on work and on drafts for months now. I was trying to write it all down the best I could and plot it all down and I think this will turn out amazing. And to let you all know, this is a trilogy chapter so there is gonna be three chapters for this (probably an extra one in case I feel in a good mood) This is a sequel to Taken from @shinyzango's 2D Bendy AU. To think it's all good and handy for Henry and Bendy, but more danger lurks up ahead that is far worse than they have encountered in Joey Drew's Studio. And what makes matters worse is that more of Henry and Bendy's close ones are in danger.

"Take it easy, Henry. Your arm is still hurt." Henry's mother said, trying to make her son be at ease. But Henry grew restless from a week in bed to heal up, helping his father lift up a large board for the new farm.

It has been weeks since Henry's capture from the bulk searcher that adapted outside of the studio. Henry refused to go back to bed and rest up. His arm did hurt a bit, but not enough to keep him from doing extra work around his home.

"Ma, I'm fine. I can barely feel it." He grunts as he helps his father make the board place up. Two large inky hands held the board in place, revealing Bendy in his monster form as he helps Henry and John with the work.

His mother huffed in annoyance at his response. "I swear, I don't know if you have my stubborness or your father's." She grumbles, making Bendy, Henry and John look at Margret with a weird look. Bendy looks at Henry, letting out a confused whine in response. Henry could chuckle in response.

"Trust me, Bendy. If you lived here long enough, they bicker all the time like cats and dogs." Henry said as he grunts, managing to make his side of the large board on the barn they were rebuilding. Since the barn got burnt down a couple of months ago, they had to rebuild it. Most of it was complete, all there was left was the door.

But as soon as Henry mentioned that, he could feel his father giving him a rather annoyed look. "As if you and Bendy don't bicker at each other." He grunts as Bendy helps him place the other board in place.

"Not all of us bicker 24/7, dad. If there was an reward for most bickering people in the world, you and ma would be the top competitives." He chuckled, earning a playful smack from his mother. Bendy was also snickering at what Henry said.

"Don't side with him. You're my grandson." John grumbled, but he was smiling as he went to get the nails and hinges for the door. Bendy watched him and just shrugged in response, but then felt an emotion of pain in the back of his head and looks at Henry.

He had a grimaced look as he rubbed his left side, right where the old injury of the other Bendy gave him many months ago from the Studio. He lets out a whine and walked towards Henry, giving him a concern and worried look. "Henry, are you okay?" Bendy asked through their mental bond.

Henry glanced up at him before smiling, placing a hand on the top of Bendy's head. "I'm fine bud. It doesn't hurt as much as it use to. Probably twisted my leg wrong and it acted up." Henry said, rubbing his once injured leg. Bendy didn't seemed convinced of Henry's words, but doesn't question it and nods.

"Well, the barn is almost done. We can finish this up later after we eat some of my apple pie." Margret said, making Bendy perk his head up excitedly. He loved her apple pies so much because there was a hint of great sweetness that he couldn't describe. Of course, she wouldn't tell what she puts in the pie, but whatever it was, it tasted so good.

As they journey inside, Bendy suddenly had a funny feeling. He looks around, Bendy now in his normal size as he looks around, his eyes somewhat narrowed.

He can feel something watching him.

"Something wrong, bud?"

Bendy turned to see Henry glancing at him. Bendy looks back, finding the feeling of being watched fading away slowly before looking back at Henry. "I'm fine, Henry." He said before venturing back inside of the house.

In a far distance, there was a small forest, but in the darkness inside of a bush, there were deep growls, glowing yellow eyes staring at the house. It blinks slowly, the growls growing deeper as it watched the small toon go inside of the house.

A small squirell was unaware of the source as it tries to search for food, before it lets out a pained squeak when a larged clawed hand crashed down on it, black ooze driping on it. The squirell tries to break free, but then stopped moving when the clawed hand pushed down, a sickening snap being heard as the small animal went limp.

The hand draws back, slowly bringing the now dead squirell with it as a left a black marking on the ground, the grass slowly decaying as the black ooze bubbled up before it went silent.

00~00

The evening came as the barn was now complete. Margret and John smiled at their now complete barn, Bendy and Henry smiling at them as well. "I feel so happy, Henry. Not only that the barn is complete, but seeing grandma and grandpa happy too." Bendy said, making Henry smiled down at him.

"Yeah. That what happens after a long project like this does, it makes you feel good on the inside." Henry smiled. This made Bendy smile more--

The dreaded feeling came back. Bendy looks around, can feel angered eyes staring at the back of his head. He looks to see the forest that was away from the barn and house, but he can feel something off.

"Bendy, what's wrong?" Henry asked, seeing him look at the small forest as well.

"...I don't know....but I can feel something watching us....and it's not the friendly kind of being watched." Bendy whispered, still staring at the forest. It had a dark feeling over there now. He never gotten the feeling when he came over here a few times and now he has it.

"....is it like the studio?" Henry whispered, looking at him with concerns, then he starts to get that feeling as well. Angry eyes just staring at them both.

"...it is like that...and yet at the same time, it's not." Bendy said, before he clenched to one of Henry's hand for support.

Henry looks at the small forest, narrowing his eyes a bit to see if he could say anything. He could not see anything, but he could feel something watching them as well, and he could feel that they were full of anger, unfriendly eyes.

He could feel Bendy's hand clenching to his hand a little tighter before he knelt down in front of him, making sure that he was facing him instead of the forest that the feeling of angry eyes staring at them both.

"Bendy, look at me." Henry said softly, placing his hands on the toon's shoulder. Bendy took a deep breath before looking up at Henry. His expression was unreadable, but it was filled with determination and comfort at the same time.

"If it continues, we'll figure it out. We always do, right?" He asked, a small smile on his face. Bendy thinked for a moment before nodding at him. "Y-Yeah...but....what if it's....what if one of those large searchers are in there?"

"We took plenty of those things down before. We can surely do it again. And I wouldn't let anything happened to you. You know that, right?" He asked, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze.

Bendy glanced up at him before taking calm and deep breaths to calm his nerves, the melting ink on his forehead starting to smooth out once more before nodding. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, you're right, Henry."

"....let's head inside. If it continues, we'll think of something. Okay?" Henry said. Bendy nods before hugging Henry tightly around his chest, making Henry grunt a bit when he caught the toon, but smiled and hugged Bendy back with one arm.

"Thanks, Henry." Bendy managed to say. Henry smiled and gives him a gentle squeeze. "For you, bud. Aynthing." Henry whispered before pulling away. Henry stood up, helping Bendy up to his feet.

"Alright, then. Let's get something to drink before the noon heat hits us." Henry said before leading Bendy inside of the house, making Bendy giggle. Bendy glanced back at the forest, no longer feeling the angry eyes staring at them. Henry was right, they would figure out if it does come to the worse.

As the sun starts to set slowly, they were having a calm moment in the living room, listening to a story on the radio. Bendy was nearly dozing off against Margret, who was rubbing his head right between his horns.

John looks up from his newspaper and smiled before looking back. "....huh. Says here there's been a spotting of deers around here, more than usual." He commented, Henry blinked as he looked up, who was reading an old book from his childhood.

"Really? Do you get a lot of deer?" He asked, Bendy blinking awake but he still seemed tired.

"Not all that often. A small group one in awhile, but not a whole lot. Probably looking for a new place to graze at if their old home is starting to become unflourish with plant life." John comment, looking at the next page.

Bendy could feel a strange feeling come from the barn, hearing one of the horses neighing loudly. "....hey, umm...I'm gonna check on Bendy jr. I haven't seen him since we've got here." He said, getting off the couch and stretch.

"Well...alright. Just don't stay in there too late." Margret said, smiling as Bendy went outside. He looks around, then at the forest. He couldn't feel the angry eyes glancing at him. This made him take his chance to go into the barn. He went inside, seeing some of the animals about to fall asleep.

He looks around before smiling as he see a familiar black colt in his stall. "Hey, buddy. I haven't seen ya since we've last visit." Bendy smiled as he walked up to the colt. Bendy jr. looks at him before letting out a neigh, scraping its hoof against the ground before walking up.

Bendy smiled as he pets the colt's head and mane the best he could--

There was a large creak against the wall. Bendy jerked a bit, pulling his hand away from the colt. He looks around before having that dread feeling once more, only this time, it had a sinking feeling.

Bendy walked outside and glanced around, stepping out of the barn. But as he did, he could not hear anything. No crickets, no toads or anything.

The silence scares him.

The ground starts to rumble, making Bendy jerk back as he backs away from a large hill starting to form underneath the ground. Bendy had that dark and dread feeling again, the angry eyes glaring at him once more--

A large black hand comes from the ground and pins Bendy. His screams were muffled as a large black creature came out from the ground, making a loud roar as it's body was snake like, one of the clawed hands pinning the toon to the ground, yellow eyes glaring down at him.

It was a large searcher.

An adapted large searcher that lived outside of the studio. It spreads out it's inky frills from the side of it's face, making a hissing sound as it lets out a roar, opening it's mouth to reveal razor sharp teeth. It looks down at Bendy, the inky air making Bendy gagged as it smelled ink gone bad from lack of use.

"....I've been waiting for this for a long time...this is for killing one of our allies..." It growled, it's grin evil as it starts to open it's mouth--

There was a loud bang, the searcher jerking when it felt something hit him against it's head. It turned around to see John holding a shotgun, reloading it as he aimed at it. "Get the hell away from my grandson, you damn snake!"

The searcher hissed, the frills expanding out before it lets out a hiss like roar, forgetting about Bendy as it aimed for John. Bendy coughed as he gasped for air before looking over at John. "G-Grandpa..." Bendy said, coughing from the foul odor from the large searcher.

Henry ran outside, dodging the claws that nearly came down on him and managed to grab Bendy, rolling out of the way as the searcher tries to slam it's claws down on them. Henry was gasping as he laid on his back, holding onto Bendy with one arm as the toon clinging to his shirt.

"I got ya, bud....I got you." He managed to say, then stilled when he saw the searcher turned to him. It lets out a roar before going after him. Henry cursed as he got to his feet and dodged when the searcher lurched forward to bite Henry, missing him by a few inches as it tore his sleeve of his shirt.

John could see that the bullets from his shotgun was not working as reloads. He then thought of an idea. "Henry, Bendy! Keep it distracted. I will be right back!" He shouted before going back inside.

Bendy and Henry look at each other and nodded. Bendy gets out of Henry's arms and focused, turning into his monster form. He lets out a threatening growl, the ink on his back starting to bubble up.

The searcher saw him and lets out a hiss, challenging Bendy to make the first move. Bendy made the first move as he made the first swing, smacking it right in the jaws, The searcher backs up, shaking it's head before jumping at Bendy, it's snake body coiling around Bendy to constrict him.

Bendy roars out, trying to get the searcher off of him, before punching it in it's throat, making the searcher roar out in pain before the coils loosen up, Bendy grabbing it before throwing it away from him.

Henry winced at the sudden anger he was feeling from Bendy due to their bond together. 'Bendy, you need to stay calm.' Henry tried to tell him with his thoughts. 'I-I'm trying, Henry. But this searcher....it's just making me feel nothing but anger!' Bendy said, being thrown back when the searcher grabbed him when his guard was down.

The searcher looked at Henry, growling loudly before he walked forward to him, stalking towards him. Henry backs up slowly, only having a large branch to defend himself with. The searcher lerched it's head back, roaring, about to strike him down.

There was sudden pain against the searcher, making it roar out in pain when a gunshot was heard. John came back, his shot gun in his hands as he fires another round, the bullets now stings so badly that the searcher was wiggling on the ground in pain, trying to get the bullets out.

"Like the taste of acetone, you piece of garbage?!" John shouted, reloading his gun once more and fired at it, hitting the searcher straight in the eye, making it roar loudly in pain, scratching at it's own face to get the doused acetone bullets out of it's body.

It kept thrashing around in pain until the searcher's body shook less and less before it was just breathing deeply, scratching deeply against the ground. It glared at Henry, feeling it's life fading away from the acetone bullets. "....you may have taken me down....but you will never be safe...." It growls before the glowing yellow eyes started to fade.

The searcher lets out one last breath before it's body went limp, it's inky form now melting into nothing but a giant pile of ink, seeping into the grass with only the bullets left behind.

John kept an eye on the ground, aiming his shotgun at the source of the ink until he saw nothing. He relaxed before lowering his weapon, sighing deeply.

He walks over to Henry, helping him up to his feet. "You alright, son?" John asked, placing his gun down as Henry dusted himself off. Henry heard a whine and looks over at Bendy, seeing him slowly standing up.

"Bendy!" He ran over to the toon as Bendy placed a hand on his head, shaking the dizziness off before hearing Henry. "You okay, bud?" Henry asked, the toon glancing down at him. Bendy nods before lowering his head and nuzzled him.

"Yeah...I'm glad you're safe too, bud." Henry said, sighing with relief that the toon was okay. Henry watched his mother ran out to hug his father, which he embraced her tightly in return, hearing her sobbing against John's shoulder. "I'm okay, honey...." John said, kissing her on the top of her head as she tries to keep her calm.

Bendy smiled sadly at the scene--

Something hits him from behind, making Bendy fall over as he was zoning in and out of consciousness. He could hear Henry calling out to him vaguely, John and Margret looking around. He then could see something large and black grabbing Henry's parents, then Henry.

Before he went unconscious, he could see a larger figure standing over him, a large reptile like foot against the ground. He could hear the deep growls and instead of yellow eyes, there were a blood red, giving him an angered glare.

".....you'll know where to find us when you wake up....if you want to see your humans alive...." Bendy lets out a whine as the figure walked away, hearing Henry and his parents calling out to him.

He tries to reach out to them, but the pain in the back of his head was too much.

He was soon unconscious, Henry and his grandparents being taken away as he was left behind.

This is the first part of the three chapters. I will try to upload and write part two as soon as I can. In part two, you will get to see what has captured Henry and his parents, Bendy rushing to the rescue to save his only family, but will it be too much for him to handle? More fanfics to come.

Until then,

Pooka-Dragon

#batim fanfic #shinyzango #2D Bendy AU #2D Bendy AU Epilogue

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thethistlegirl · 6 years ago

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Something Borrowed

One of my favorite team as family headcanons in this fandom is that Mac wears Jack’s t-shirts, hoodies, etc., and it got me thinking…who else would borrow whose things?

Riley-Mac's plaid shirts

It happens at one of the team bonfires when she gets chilly. There’s a wind blowing in off the water and even with the blaze in front of her, her arms are getting goosebumps. Riley wishes she’d worn something more substantial than a tank top.

Mac must have noticed her rubbing her arms, because he gets up and when he comes back he’s carrying one of his long-sleeved flannel shirts. He tosses it to her with a smile.

Riley pulls the shirt on; it’s far too big for her, the shoulders too broad and the sleeves too long. But it’s warm and soft, and she smiles, running her fingers over the sleeves. Of course anything Mac has would be just like him. Kind and safe and comfortable.

Bozer-Jack's hat

Bozer loves undercover operations. It’s the best chance to use the acting skills he’d put on the backburner when he joined Phoenix. He still dreams of making his blockbuster movie; he’d seen some prime locations for shooting an alien invasion film when they were on that mission in Peru.

His current cover is Jeremiah Cooper, a Texan with a penchant for fast cars, fast horses, and making a fast buck by smuggling drugs over the border courtesy of his cattle shipments. Bozer has the boots, the mustache, and the nose. He just needs the hat.

He’d said as much to Matty, and a couple hours later, he’s putting the finishing touches on a new mask when Jack walks in with an authentic, battered, sweat-stained Stetson.

“You get so much as a smudge on Pops’s hat, and I will hunt you down,” Jack says, handing it over. “And if there’s a bullet hole in it, you better pray it went through your skull too.”

“Gotcha.” Boze takes the hat carefully and sets it on Sparky’s head. As if I needed another thing to worry about on this mission.

Fortunately, Bozer and the hat return none the worse for wear.

Jack-Bozer’s phone

“But Mac broke mine for his little thingamajig!” Jack says, holding out his hand. “Come on, man.”

“Just tell me who you need to call, Jack.”

“No, Boze, it has to be me. The guy’s more nervous than a green colt in a snake pen. He’ll run if he hears anyone but me on the other end.” Jack sighs. “I’m not gonna touch anything but the keypad, I promise.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Bozer mutters. “Mac doesn’t know I brought my phone. The last time he found out, he took it apart to make a taser and I lost my high score on Slither.” But he sighs and hands it over anyway. “Just make it quick.”

Jack does, but not quick enough. Mac wants to know how their contact found out they were on their way, and eventually Bozer’s phone, or part of it, becomes the trigger for a makeshift bomb. Bozer doesn’t talk to Mac or Jack on the entire exfil flight.

Matty-Riley's hair ties

Matty thinks she might be about to tear her hair out, literally. Mac and Jack are on the ground in Bolivia, they lost their comms when they had to make a hasty getaway via waterfall, and the last she’d heard, both of them had minor gunshot wounds. She doesn’t think too long about what those two are likely to classify as minor.

She tightens her ponytail for the fifteenth time, and the overstressed elastic snaps. Matty feels like snapping too. I need to get those boys home. And I can’t do that if exfil can’t find them.

She picks up the snapped tie and flings it in the general direction of the trash can. “Someone, get me something actionable, yesterday, people!”

She feels a gentle tap on her shoulder. It’s Riley, and she’s holding something in her hand. A hair tie. Her own usual messy bun is all straggling in long curls around her face. Matty takes the elastic and pulls her hair back. Somehow, that small action makes her feel a bit calmer, a bit more in control.

“We’re going to find them, Matty,” Riley says softly.

And then her computer pings, and Matty says, “Get it on the screen! Now!” Riley rushes to her laptop, and sure enough it seems Mac’s managed to turn whatever junk he’s come across into a makeshift beacon. “Get those coordinates to exfil.” Matty sighs, twisting a strand of hair around her fingers. They’re coming home.

Mac-Bozer’s shoelaces

He’s running from Donnie Sandoz. Again. Except this time, for the first time, Mac’s not alone. Wilt Bozer’s right beside him, and for all the the older boy broke Donnie’s nose, he seems pretty scared.

They just need to get to the bus garage. Pete, the bus mechanic who doubles as school maintenance man, likes Mac, and after Mac helped him fix a busted drinking fountain with the gum wrappers and tape from his bookbag, the guy’s had a soft spot for him. He’ll help them hide.

There’s a small gap between the corner of the building and a dumpster. Mac and Bozer dart through, and then Mac stops and looks at the edge of the dumpster and the bike rack beside the wall.

“Wilt? Do you trust me?” He asks, hoping the pleading puppy eyes that work on Grandpa still work when one side of his face is rapidly swelling and blackening.

“Yeah, sure, why?”

“I need your shoelaces.”

“But these are my Jordans. They’re still new!”

“If we want to get away I need them!”

Finally, Wilt hands over the shoelaces. Mac ties them into a tripwire, and then they run, just as Donnie and his goons come around the corner.

It works perfectly, and the boys collapse in a chaotic, angry pile, giving Mac and Wilt enough time to make it to the bus shed. When they’re safely stowed away behind Pete’s locker, Mac feels a tap on his shoulder.

“I cannot believe you stopped those guys with my shoelaces. So worth it. By the way, I’d rather go by Bozer.”

“Cool. I’m Mac.”

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