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spiralingemptyness · 1 year ago

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I want more… clone hc pt. 2

why not more hc, I’m bored and wanna ramble… sorry if I repeated any.

99 is the best vode, he knows everything. If a brother is said, he’ll hug them, give words of encouragement and stuff and a mysteriously some illegal contraband that whatever the clone likes will randomly show up.

Shaak ti is buff and can hold her own if not demolish the Alphas on the training mats (The Rancor battalion found that out the hard way)

Jek, Rys and Thire became close after the mission with Yoda, Thire is still close with the commanders on Coruscant, but he’s even closer with the other two

While Hound may be a sergeant, he’s still an honorary commander member, he became the little brother of the group

…Thorn didn’t die on Scipio, nope, no way. Amidala saved him, always carrying a blaster or smth.

Dogma became really good at braiding hair because of all the time he braided Tups hair, so after Umbara when he definitely goes to Coruscant, Amidala finds out and sometimes ask him to do her hair.

Colt may essentially be Buir of Kamino, but all the alphas (especially 17) out Buir him, and it can be very comedic how a big burly alpha is hauling a ARC commander just to force them to sleep.

Fox absolutely denies or threaten to black mail shebse squad if they bring up the fact Fox was the first to fold and call Alpha-17 buir.

Colt and Wolffe have regular holo-calls just to shit talk Ventress.

Rex got adopted into Shebse squad after he bit Cody (Wolffe was proud)

When Kix is on shift in medbay, most of the time Jesse is there with him, he doesn’t have to be their but he’s a good batch mate.

Each shebse squad member have a quirk in fighting droids: Cody punches and spin kicks them, Wolffe bits them, Rex throws his blasters at them if they run out of ammo, Fox for some reason carry’s a high voltage taser, Bly drop kicks them, and Ponds throws rocks at them to catch them off guard

On multiple occasions animals like Loth cats and Tookas have been snuck on board the venators and multiple times have had to been taken off board

Fives has a girly scream, Torrent found out after he was caught singing in the barracks

Comet (and Plo Buir) can convice Wolffe to take care of himself (little brother privileges), unlike Boost, Warthog, and Sinker who have to sedate him of physically haul him away from the bridge

MEDICS GIVE STICKERS, if a your a good patient, you get a sticker. So there is a lot of vode with stickers inside or outside there armor

Colt keeps himself loaded with weapons, many different types of blasters, check. Lots of vibroblades and vibroswords (that he stole from commando droids), check. It will take a solid 10 mins for him to de-weapon himself

after Khorm, Plo threatened Captain Ozzel…. It was terrifying, Kit Fisto was both shocked and absolutely scared of getting on Plo Koons bad side.

Monnk collects different shells and rocks from the ocean floor and give them to different vode

kit fisto taught his battalion how to fish, just randomly, out of the blue he said they were going fishing and they went fishing

Ashoka definitely stole the ‘I’m no Jedi’ line from Rex.

everyone form the 212th and some 501st members were more traumatized by a bold Kenobi than the fact he faked his death to be a bounty hunter for a time period

kix has trouble staying warm after the cyro-freeze, like he’ll be bundled up in layers on tatooine

quinlan snuck into fox’s office once and was hit with a data pad on the head when he scared him and got himself a concussion, safe to say he doesn’t sneak up on fox anymore

clones have a sweet tooth

Once Hound got hurt while chasing a suspect and Grizzer went absolutely feral on the person who hurt him, it took Thorn and Stone just to separate him from the suspect, (fox and thire were just watching in shock as they helped hound)

padawans always use vents for travel (ex. Echo: where’s the commander. Fives casually: oh she’s in the vents. Echo: oh.. WHY IS SHE IN THE VENTS)

(Might be in the other one) The corrie guard have a bet everytime a battalion is on leave, the bet is: which members of what battalion will have the most in the drunk tank.

medics have to have a smex-ed meeting with every new shiny that boards

Bly (respectfully, cause he is a gentleman) asked Aayla to wear armor, the next day she was wearing Bly’s spare armor. Bly couldn’t stop blushing the whole day and it made his tattoos orange

When one or more of the Shebse squad is on leave, they bully fox into going to 79’s with them or to take care of himself. Safe to say, that whenever that happens the corrie guard can relax a bit

the most annoying patients for medics is any CO or jedis, all medics curse like sailors

when Kix was a medic shiny he hadn’t yet mastered the disapproval stare or the ‘shut the kark up and do what I say’ stare, so the vode listened to him just because it was so cute and funny, they quickly learned to stop thinking like that.

once after a battle Obi-Wan found Cody lying star fished on his back, he kicked a droid and broke his foot and collapsed once his foot gave out. Obi-wan just sighed, forced healed his foot a bit and carried him to the medics (Cody was turned into a sputtering and flustered mess)

Rex was already being corrupted by Skywalker’s tendencies when he was just a lieutenant in the 212th, Cody was horrified and wanted to bash his head into the wall.

Boil and Waxer secretly adopted Numa after Ryloth, each just co-parenting her

Kids on coruscant would sometimes come up to a guard member and hand them a paper of a drawing, ask for a hug, or just give them goodies. The guard now has a wall full of drawings given to them by kids in the barracks

the guard have stupid names for operations, it’s just a serious op about observing and trying to take down a drug ring (with vos’s help) and it has a name like “operation: too high to fly”

the cadets will hang off from any limb they can reach of their clone trainers and shaak ti

medics will lay on a cot with an injured clone on it to help them sleep, they’ll either be sleeping with them or doing data work

so yah… I’ll make more. Might make some of cod, fnaf , Dc, etc. as well and try to do art as well

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sonoftheshield · 18 days ago

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@wxrwounds starter

Colt stood in front of Jenna's apartment building, the takeout bag dangling from one hand and the drink tray carefully balanced in the other. He’d been thinking about this for a while now. He wasn’t a stranger to big, life-or-death situations, but sometimes it felt like the small things—like just being there for his sister—mattered more.

She’d been working non-stop lately, burying herself in everything but herself, and Colt could tell it was starting to wear on her. So, in typical Colt fashion, he figured the best way to show he cared wasn’t with some heartfelt speech or big gesture. No, it was with food and coffee—things that he knew would make her smile even if she didn’t want to admit it.

He took a breath, gave the doorframe a casual glance, and knocked twice—quick but firm, the kind of knock only a brother would know how to deliver. He wasn’t looking for anything deep, just a quiet evening of comfort food and the usual sibling banter.

He heard the shuffle of footsteps on the other side of the door before it swung open. And there she was. Jenna. "Jenna.. I thought you could use some bonding time."

#wxrwounds

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thebrawlerina · 4 months ago

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I need chester, Mandy, and berry headcanons because I’m too lazy to see if you have already posted them

I actually HAVEN'T made a post about these three, even on my previous account! So lets do this!

I'll go over each of them individually since their dynamic is pretty obvious in their animations.

Candyland Trio HC's

Chester HCs

Chester joined the park by signing up to work at the soon to be established Candyland Area. His antics and pranks ended up winning the hearts of both the customers and management, so he got a brawler position, to Mandy's chagrin.

Chester ran a youtube channel before he joined the park. It has all kinds of stuff in there, from food reviews, pranks, and vlogs. Even after he accepted the job at the park and became a brawler, he still keeps up with his videos. It focuses more on the park life and battles now, but hes got a bigger fanbase since.

He has an iron stomach. If theres anyone whos willing to try the most off the wall and disgusting dishes and also someone who wont keel over from bad cooking, its Chester.

Chester has a hunch that hes related to some of the other redheads in the park. Right now he thinks hes either Max's or Draco's cousin. The less said about Colt the better.

Chester is among the taller teens in the park, something he likes to lord over by keeping things out of others reach.

If Chester isnt wearing his bells, he can actually be quite sneaky.

Even though hes a prankster, he *usually* doesnt aim to cause bodily harm. If something crazy is going on when a prank spirals out of control, he'd at least try to fix it instead of booking it for the exit.

Chester is Bi with a big preference for guys.

Chester may have had tiny crushes on his coworkers at some point. But he isn't dating either of them and has since gotten over them.

Chester is exactly one month older than Mandy and often tries to pull the 'Im older' card on her. This has a 50% chance of working at any time.

Even outside of battle, Chester likes to wear a hat. He claims he feels naked without one.

Mandy HCs

Mandy was always a pretty entrepreneurial person. Even from a young age, she knew she wanted to set up her own business and get rich (and maybe famous) from it.

Mandy's Candy was actually a home business in its conception. Mandy was passionate about making sweets and sold her homemade treats online and in a few select stands.

One day, she got the chance to actually sell stuff inside Starr Park (some outside food concessionaires do exist in Park Premises) and it was a big hit! Almost sold out immediately. After a few more days of successful sales, she was approached by the management on sponsoring her candy making business and making her a brawler in the park. She couldn't refuse.

The whole candy kingdom design was her idea. Though she was honestly just expecting a storefont designed like a castle, not a full area of the park. But she will admit, it makes her feel very special.

Even though most of what Mandy sells are the typical sweet treats, shes actually a fan of all kinds of candies. Even ones with bizzare flavor profiles. Shes also a fan of sour candies.

Mandy is questioning. Shs not exactly sure or what she likes, but shes willing to experiment some to figure things out.

There are actual defensive turrets in the candy land castle. Some kids are vicious and she needs to protect her stock!

She thinks Chester is like the brother she never had, since she herself is an only child.

She kind of relates and sympathizes with Berry so shes not too hard on the guy. Besides hes the best worker shes got!

Mandy admires and is a bit jealous of Piper. Her elegance and poise is something she could only dream of being. Also Piper knows how to make and all of her attempts were total flops.

Berry HCs

I'm still debating if Berry is a human or a horse-headed minotaur in my HCs. If hes a horse-headed minotaur, he just wears the suit cause he refuses to get his actual skin and mane dyed.

The original suit was meant to look a bit baggy and dumpy, but Berry's build filled it up very well. Almost too well. His arms couldn't fit in the original suits arms. Management didnt want to make a new suit for him so they just cut off the original arms. Chester jokes that he 'flexed the sleeves off' which Berry doesnt mind.

Berry was in rock bottom when he took the job at Starr Park. He was willing to do and accept anything to keep himself afloat. Hes still not sure how he got promoted to the rank of Brawler, but at least he doesnt have to worry about his past situation. His present situation on the other hand...

He likes his job and his co-workers, but he also feels like he ages 20 years when he remembers that both Chester and Mandy are in their late-teens/early twenties. Partially cause hes reminded of how old he is compared to them, but also cause their antics are really giving him grey hairs under his suit.

His name is Barry dammnit! Some people start using his name correctly, but no matter what he tries he cant get the management to change his name in all the official releases. At least hes not the only one!

Berry knows how to breakdance, and he did it a lot as a kid. Even now that hes older, hes still got the moves to wow everyone.

Berry is fond of both Doug and Lou. The three of them work in the Velosorapids pools in summer. He finds them much more calming to deal with than his trio mates.

Berry likes ice cream but tends to get brain freeze too quickly. Hes honestly happy with any flavor you throw at him.

Berry is pretty sure he knows Bull from somewhere, but the man's attitude throws him off. Hes just extra cautious not to show his face around him, just in case that odd familiarity was because of something bad.

#brawl stars #brawl stars headcanons #brawl stars chester #brawl stars mandy #brawl stars berry

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onlyymirknows · 7 months ago

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FALBI HEAD CANONS

Post-Rumbling. Gabi and Falco are in their twenties for most of these. Safe for work content. Some angst but mostly cute. Alcohol/intoxication is mentioned. Colt’s death is mentioned.

Falco does most of the cooking between the two. It’s not that Gabi can’t cook but she gets too impatient with all of the prep work that’s involved. Falco, on the other hand, loves to cook and enjoys tweaking his recipes to match the tastes of his dinner guests. Gabi teases him whenever he goes overboard on plating but he knows she appreciates all of his efforts.

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Gabi has a bad habit of inviting people to join them on their dates. She just really enjoys spending time with all of her people, especially her cousin Reiner. The three of them spend a lot of time together on outings. Falco doesn’t mind that much since he also enjoys Reiner’s company.

However, if Falco ever wants alone time with her he needs to plan ahead. Namely, he either needs to tell Gabi his intentions or make sure anyone she would want to invite is conveniently busy on the day in question.

Romantic surprises are understandably a big production and Falco doesn’t even want to think how much effort will need to go into his eventual proposal. He knows it will be worth it, though, because he loves her so much.

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Gabi loves giving Falco surprise kisses because he still gets flustered even after years of dating. He’ll get a big blush on his face and sometimes jump a little. If he whines about how she startled him Gabi will give him a pout with her best puppy dog eyes until he forgives her. Falco can’t be mad at that adorable face.

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Falco never gets drunk when he’s out with Gabi because someone needs to keep an eye out on her. Booze just makes her more impulsive, after all. But that’s not the only reason for his sobriety. The truth is that drunk Falco is way more affectionate and the idea of someone like Reiner or Levi seeing him make a public display of affection mortifies him.

It is a different story when he and Gabi have a night in at home. Falco is much more comfortable loosening up in that case. Gabi loves how, even though drink makes him more affectionate, it also makes him even easier to fluster. She uses the opportunity to tease him mercilessly until he gets fed up and makes her shut up by kissing her on the lips. Mission accomplished as far as Gabi is concerned.

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Sometimes they go off to the edge of town to cloud gaze, usually bringing Levi along with them. Gabi likes the way the sun feels on her skin while Falco imagines himself flying with the birds again. Having Levi there more or less ensures silence as Gabi knows he won’t hesitate to chide her for unnecessary chatter. If either of the kids need advice, however, then Levi is content to listen and share his wisdom.

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Every year on the anniversary of Colt’s death, Gabi takes extra care of Falco. Even though it’s been around a decade since it happened, she wants him to take it easy and so does all of the chores and errands for the day. Falco usually cries, not only because he misses his brother but because part of him still feels like it was his fault. Gabi makes sure to disabuse him of the notion while comforting him in her arms.

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Gabi still tries to turn everything into a competition. This is especially the case out in the field. Who can harvest the most crops or plant the most trees. Who can run supplies to and from locations faster. Who can distribute more plates of food or lay more bricks. The list goes on and on. This annoys Falco initially but he plays along to appease her. Eventually Falco also takes it seriously, leading Levi to scold them when their games pose a nuisance.

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Before their first official date, a very nervous Falco asks all of the older guys in his life who aren’t his father for advice. That’s when he learns all of them either have no real dating experience or are too shy to share. The exception of course is Jean, who insists he’s an expert on wooing women, but Falco is very skeptical of his methodology. He eventually caves and asks his dad.

Gabi decides to mostly wing it, even though she’s also super nervous (not that she’ll ever admit it, though.) Pieck helps her get dressed into something cute and assures her Falco will enjoy some flowers, gender norms be damned. Gabi asks Reiner if he’ll beat Falco up if the date goes wrong. He is very relieved when his cousin says she was joking.

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The two are fiercely defensive of each other. The only people allowed to make fun of them are each other and Levi, god damn it. Generally people are pretty nice to Falco because he is so unassuming. However the moment someone complains about Gabi being too loud or annoying in front of him he goes a little feral. Some people laugh him off because it’s still Falco but they immediately change their tune when they see Levi glaring at them. The wheels do not interfere with his talent for intimidation.

#gabi braun #falco grice #falbi #reiner braun #levi ackerman #headcanon #my hcs

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scumbagjaeger · 2 years ago

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we neeeeedd more gamer porco please !!

GAMER!PORCO HEADCANONS

Starring: Porco Galliard

Rating: 18+

Notes: Thanks so much for your ask!! I jotted down most of these while I was on a train back to London so I’d say there’s quite a bit?? Hopefully you like them! If you want to see more of these individual in-depth character hcs, let me know here!

- Porco probably started playing video-games at an early age because of Marcel

- Lowkey probably he was terrified at first??? Marcel would play these games with the weirdest monsters and creatures and poor baby Porco couldn’t handle it :(

- But he loved watching his brother and when he was old enough he started to play!

- Speaking of Marcel, I bet he’d be really into DOTA and League, but he has his own play group because of distance

- Secretly, I always hc Marcel as going to college or working in Europe or something while Porco is in the US? That’s why they don’t stream together regularly!

- But every now and then Porco does a stream at an obscure time so they can play together(:

- Speaking of streams, I totally see Porco streaming on Twitch someday?? He’d be hesitant to do it at first because he’s a busy guy and he wouldn’t want it to be a big hassle, but he just starts streaming casually

- Has a minecraft realm with Marcel, Colt, Pieck, Bertholdt, etc (Reiner and Zeke don’t play video games lets be honest they can hardly use a computer)

- Combining my two AUs (gamers and college students), Reiner is the captain of the soccer team that Porco’s on so he gets included now and then

- Like Porco will convince Reiner to join the server once in a blue moon and he spends the entire night harassing the guy

- Poor Reiner doesn’t even know what a crafting table is and Porco has his best netherite gear on, hiding in the treetops above him, ready to attack

- Porco tells his chat that he hates Reiner because he makes them run extra laps at practice (and Reiner says back that they need to run more if they want to have a chance at winning their upcoming tournament!)

- Brings Reiner into the nether just to tell him to place a bed and go to sleep in it xoxo

- I think that Porco might be really into 100% completing games and speed runs but he’s SO BAD AT THEM

- Honestly on his channel it becomes a joke where he calls everything a speedrun

- He pauses his game “okay guys brb doing a G-fuel speedrun”, or “gotta piss, bathroom speedrun”

- He’s not very good at games like DOTA, he’s decent at Call of Duty, but he doesn’t like to stream them because he doesn’t understand why someone would watch a mediocre player?

- But as he gets comfortable he starts to open up more and play for fun, and people watch just for him and his personality!

- As his partner you also probably get roped into playing with him now and then if you mention being down to do so! If you’re not he won’t push it(:

- Always refers to you by name on stream because he assumes his fans all know you??? Like duh you’re the love of his life how would they NOT know who (Y/N) is.

- And he talks about you a lot. Probably too much?

- Unfortunately he might share one or two personal details or stories that you might not want him to tell

- Nothing too bad!! Just like “oh (Y/N) drooled all over my pillow last night so I’m running the sheets through the wash, in case you guys hear my alarm go off” (unrelated but he keeps an alarm on for the washer and dryer because he hates when they start to smell mildewy and get wrinkled!)

- “Y/N doesn’t like drinking milk because it makes her really gassy and then she—” the stream abruptly ends

- Honestly he has a pretty monotone voice when it comes to his streams? Probably sounds annoyed half the time (and he is, when he’s playing DOTA with his playgroup)

-The only time he like actively perks up is when he’s with you or talking about you

- Ngl but he’d stream the dumbest games with you?? Like Webkinz, Club Penguin, the Sims, etc

- “Girls Go Games with (Y/N)” and you play dumb games about taking Queen Elsa to the dentist, or dress her up for tea with Anna, etc

- He’d probably take them weirdly seriously though?? “No chat I’m not putting her in the orange dress it’ll clash with the theme of the tea party”

- He probably drinks G fuel or other energy dreams during his streams?

- Starts each stream with a ‘just chatting’ segment where he talks with his chat and then tries a new G fuel favorite

- Cries when he gets a G fuel sponsorship (‘:

- Would play a couple games with Connie honestly, also random ones

- Anything from Chess to Wikipedia races to more Girls Go Games

- Have you seen that clip of Jschlatt playing chess, and he’s SO CONFIDENT about beating his opponent but then proceeds to get check-mated in two turns?? That’s so Porco. Connie doesn’t even know how to play and he check-mates Porco out of pure chance

- Also they have a Sims household together for some reason?? You and Porco are streaming, about to open your cute household file where you have a cute apartment and a lil dog together, and you see a new file titled “ABOMINATIONS FROM H3LL” and they’re just the scariest looking sims ever. And they’re all pregnant for some reason?

- When he plays with his League/DOTA group (Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie), they’ll also play other games on stream

- Like Among Us or Phasmophobia

- And he’s so bad at them!!!

- I bet he’d play a lot of Pokémon games on stream?? That’s a game from his childhood that he’d watch Marcel play that DIDN’T scare the shit outta him xoxo

- Does a Nuzzlocke version of every single Pokémon game, probably does a marathon of sorts for charity at one point(‘:

- On casual plays, he makes sure he has an Umbreon in every game possible because it’s his favorite Pokemon, as well as whatever your favorite is!! Names it after you and actually feels really bad when it faints :(

- I think every now and then he’d be SO EXCITED to play with you??

- Like with my last set of gamer headcanons, before you and him started playing together it was just sort of his private time to relax after school?

- So once he’s comfortable and embraced that dorky side of him (and knows that you are also a dork lol) he’ll literally pick you up and carry you over his shoulder towards your desk

- “C’mon let’s play a quick round of DOTA! I have a really good feeling about it, I’ll play support :D”

- Honestly I don’t think he’d be the biggest fan of games with stories?? Just because he can get busy with school and soccer and ends up forgetting the plot oops

- But he’d definitely watch you play and join in now and then if you want!

- I don’t think he’d like the 1 player games where you have to make decisions that would impact the ending (like Until Dawn)?? Just because he’d be super panicked about making the right decision

- “Pork baby there is no “right” ending, your choices will lead you to the ending that best fits your game” “No (y/n) I need to make sure every single character survives!!!”

- He’ll play them though because they’re recommended by his twitch followers?? And then his chat tells him all of the wrong choices

- Sorry it’s easy to push his buttons lol

- Doesn’t like his chat calling you guys mom and dad because he thinks it’s weird “I haven’t even proposed to her yet guys stop”

- But he’s also been caught with “Porco x (Y/N) best moments” and similar past searches 🫢

#snk #porco galliard #porco galliard x you #porco galliard imagines #porco galliard headcanons #attack on titan boyfriends #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #imagines #preferences #headcanons #mine #gamer au #gamer series

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innerslumber · 2 years ago

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You know I'll read the hell out of anything you write, but can you post a snippit of the football au? (Also 15????? Wow, I kinda feel bad only having 4!) ❤️

Hi Lis!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Oh my gosh hon, you don’t have to feel bad that you have 4 WIPs. It means you have actually been finishing things and posting!! That’s wonderful!! Unlike me who is constantly drowning in them lololol!! So here is a bit of my Stucky football AU and I hope you like it!

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"It should be illegal to look that hot."

Bucky looked up at hearing Becca's voice and he could see from the kitchen that she had the television on. It was showing a rerun of the NFL draft and his appetite immediately soured. He closed the fridge door, no longer interested in grabbing a snack.

Becca waved her hand up and down at the screen, emphasizing the sheer size of the man smiling on the stage. His hair shone bright golden under the lights and the jersey with #1 emblazoned in white was a beacon shouting, Here I am! Steve Rogers! First pick of the draft!

"Seriously, how is even his teeth so damn perfect," exclaimed Becca. She started cramming mouthfuls of popcorn in a way that made Bucky grimace slightly as she continued to ogle the star athlete. "I gotta say, seeing Tony Stark buy an expansion team and luring Coach Fury out of retirement was not in my bingo card this year. Now they drafted the best college quarterback in the country and holy shit, I might have to jump on that bandwagon even though the team name is weird. The Avengers? What was Stark smoking?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and tried to scroll on his phone to distract himself from the television. "Don't let Dad hear you say that. He didn't indoctrinate us from birth into the Colts fandom for you to stray."

“Well the Colts are drafting like shit this year so excuse my wandering eyes. I can’t believe they drafted that idiot out of Georgia when you are so much better than him. It’s so stupid and-”

“That’s enough, Becca.”

Becca’s mouth shut together with an audible snap when she saw the look of despair on her brother’s face. She put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slowly walked toward him. Placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, she tried to exude as much comfort as possible. “Hey come on, Bucky. It’s only been two weeks since the draft ended. You know this is the time when free agents get picked up. There’s still a chance you’ll get a call.”

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body radiating distress. He knew it had been a long shot when he had declared for the draft but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at the big times.

It’s not that he hated his life in small town Indiana. He had a great family and a solid group of friends he had grown up with. But ever since he had shown an aptitude for sports at an early age, he had dreamed of a life beyond the borders of his hometown. A life where he didn’t end up working at the factory that employed 70% of the local population, including his father. A life where he didn’t have to drive over an hour to Indianapolis and hook up with anonymous men off Grindr because he was too scared of being outed. People can say what they wanted about how much progress the country has made but Bucky wasn’t going to take a chance on his football prospects over if a coach was a bigot.

Not that it fucking matters how deep in the closet I am that I might as well be in Narnia. No one is going to call.

He sighed again when he saw how worried his sister looked. “It’s okay, Becca. I’ll be fine. I mean, there’s always next year, right?”

She didn’t seem very convinced by his attempt at a cheerful tone but she let it go. Bucky patted her hand on his shoulder and walked toward the patio door. He needed some air and to get away from the television that felt like a never-ending taunt of unachievable wants.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp night air and tried to relax all of his tense muscles. His eyes landed on the homemade football training equipment that his Dad had built when Bucky was in high school. They were worn and battered, taking the brunt of Bucky’s strength and speed over the many years. It was a point of pride for George Barnes that he continued to fix them up instead of having to make whole new ones, no matter how much Bucky abused them.

Thoughts of his father made him melancholy again. He knew his family was disappointed for him when the invitations never came. No combine, no draft. Just silence where there had been excitement and hope. Bucky tried not to feel bitter about the past year and how his college coach had basically cut his playing time to a third of his usual. Bucky had never been one for playing politics and he hadn’t been willing to lick his old coach's boots. He didn’t regret standing by his principles but he had paid the price. Less playing time meant less exposure and the scouts passed you by.

And despite what he had told Becca, he knew the window of opportunity was closing fast. Every year there were new prospects, younger and faster. The older he got and the farther he got from regular playing time, the chance of him making any roster was dwindling. So instead of bright lights and the cheer of the crowd, Bucky was mentally preparing himself for a dead end job, lonely nights and being just another washed out college athlete.

He was so deep in his misery that he didn’t hear the patio door opening and Becca calling for him until she shoved him from behind. Bucky whirled around and gaped at her. “What the fuck, Becca! Can’t you see I’m throwing myself a pity party here?”

“Save your angsting for later, you jackass. Here!” She shoved the cellphone he had left on the kitchen counter by his face. “Your phone is ringing!”

Bucky took the phone from his sister and squinted at the screen. He didn’t recognize the number but he did know the area code. It was a New York area code. Suddenly, his heart started beating like crazy as the small rectangle device vibrated in his palm.

“Are you going to answer or what?” Becca yelled, her voice shrill in panic.

Bucky quickly swiped his screen and placed it by his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this James Barnes?”

He had to swallow around a nervous lump in his throat. The male voice was not familiar and Bucky’s brain went into overdrive of speculation. He coughed and finally managed to respond.

“Uhh…yes, this is James Barnes.”

There was a momentary rustling of sound from the other end, perhaps papers being moved about. The mysterious man started speaking again as Bucky tried to keep his cool.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you James. My name is Phil Coulson and I’m the Director of Scouting for the Avengers. Do you have a moment to chat?”

#hmm i guess this is more than a snippet lol #my outline for this fic is ridiculous #i love angsty Bucky lol #steve is gonna get tackled so much #tee hee #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #sports au #football au #wip #wip game #ask game #thank you for the ask!!

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104thsquadfam · 1 year ago

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@ssatxr continued from x

This woman was strange....and Falco couldn’t help but take a step back as she suddenly approached him and felt her grab hold of him pulling him towards her. He probably should have just made a run for it the moment he saw her but despite his fears her gentleness was unexpected “ H-huh...Rosevines?” what was so dangerous about them? He wondered a little but decided not to test his luck, though he couldn’t help but glance back at them before flinching as she suddenly crouched down.

However like before, he got the feeling she didn’t want to hurt him even if he was a trespasser and stranger, was this her property or something? Carrison? From the sounds of it it must be a dangerous place if people aren’t likely to wander into it. But he wasn’t sure how to respond, would she even believe him if he told her he just...woke up here in a field all by himself?

“ I....I’m sorry ma’am I don’t know how I got here....” honesty was best for this, he’d gain nothing from lying to this woman “ I just....I know it’s going to sound weird but I was talking with my big brother at home....I-I went to bed and woke up in a field here...I swear I’m not lying I just don’t know how I got here.” then it hit the small blond.

“ H-have you seen my brother maybe? His name is Colt! He’s...like me but taller and very cool, super nice and friendly too! He’s wearing a white uniform, there’s a bronze badge on the top left of his uniforms collar, and he’s wearing a yellow armband on his left arm...like me!” he tried explaining as he points to his yellow armband.

#ssatxr

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“I had my books to read -- Didn't know that I would ever need Other ponies to make my life complete... But there was one colt that I cared for -- I knew he would be there for me! My Big Brother Best Friend Forever! Like two peas in a pod, we did everything together! He taught me how to fly a kite... (Best friend forever!) We never had a single fight... (We did everything together!)

~“B.B.B.F.F. (Big Brother Best Friend Forever)” from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

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Christmas was always a very special time for Carewyn Cromwell. For as far back as she could remember, it was the time of year when she could sing lots of beautiful music and spend quality time with her two favorite people in the world -- her mother, Lane, and her big brother, Jacob. Even before she took the name “Carewyn Cromwell” -- in that time when her Muggle father Evan Bach was still in the picture and so she, Jacob, and Lane had all had his last name -- the holiday season had always been special. Understandably Carewyn doesn’t remember her time as “Carewyn Bach” that well, given how very young she was, but there were two images she held onto tightly from that time in their old house in Westminster, both of which were from her third Christmas. The first was of a tall man with his face in shadow tentatively patting the top of her head -- the second was of sitting on her stomach on the floor, squashed under the fully lit Christmas tree. If one were to ask Jacob about these fragmented memories of his sister’s, he would have the appropriate context needed to understand them.

The Bachs’ house in Westminster was a decently-sized, two-story detached home -- a rare and special thing so close to the city. It was made all of red brick, with multiple large white-painted windows and a white-painted front door with a brass door knocker. Its modest front yard was mainly covered over with brick, but hosted several white rose bushes that Evan paid to be pruned and trimmed bimonthly, to keep everything well-coiffed and respectable. The largest of the house’s windows was a bay window over the kitchen table with a ledge that Lane always put a vase of flowers in and that the family’s old Siamese cat Ella used to sunbathe on. And during the holiday season, the kitchen table was moved so that Lane could put the decorated and lit Christmas tree right beside the bay window, so that any visitors to the Bach home could see the lights twinkling out through the glass.

This Christmas -- the 25th of December 1974 -- was set to be Jacob’s tenth Christmas and Carewyn’s third. Carewyn had turned two that September, while Jacob was just two months shy of his eleventh birthday. Carewyn had grown a lot in that last year -- Lane was charmed by how quickly she’d picked up talking, even after how slow she’d been to start walking, and Jacob only egged this on by talking to Carewyn almost constantly, whenever they were together. More than a few times that December he asked his sister about what she wanted Father Christmas to bring her, though Carewyn didn’t seem to know how to answer.

“I dunno,” she’d say, as her eyes migrated up toward the ceiling.

“Oh, come on,” Jacob encouraged her. “You’ve got to want something. And with how good a girl you’ve been all year, I’m sure Father Christmas’ll give it to you, if you ask him.”

Carewyn didn’t answer, instead too preoccupied with tugging at the loose thread on the corner of her skirt. Immediately picking up on her restlessness, Jacob neatly ripped off the thread off his sister’s skirt with no effort.

“Do you want a new dress?” asked Jacob. “A new teddy bear? Or how about an Easy-Bake Oven? Then you can bake your own cakes and sweets, all by yourself!”

“I dun want a Noven,” Carewyn mumbled.

“Why not?” asked Jacob. “Don’t you want to be able to make your own treats whenever you want?”

Carewyn shook her head stubbornly. “I dun want a Noven because...you didn’t get one.”

Jacob blinked in surprise. Carewyn kept her eyes down on the skirt of her dress, flapping it up and down absently.

“Mum said...Mum said to Dad that you asked...Fafa Christmas for a Noven for Christmas. And a chem -- chem -- chem’stree sit.”

“A chemistry set,” Jacob corrected with a broadening smile.

“Mm-hmm. But Mum said...you didn’t get the Noven you wanted. Even if you really wanted one.”

Jacob’s face softened in understanding. His almond-shaped blue eyes sparkled fondly down at his little sister.

“Aw, Pip...you’re right. I didn’t get the Easy-Bake Oven I asked for. But it’s okay -- it was a while ago that I asked for it...”

Three Christmases ago, in fact -- the year Carewyn was born. It made Jacob wonder why Lane had even brought it up to Evan again after so long...was Evan rambling on about Jacob not having interests like “normal” boys his age again or something?

“...And well, I still got my chemistry set, and that was fun.”

Carewyn looked unconvinced. “But...weren’t you sad?”

“That I didn’t get my Easy-Bake? Sure, a little bit,” Jacob reassured her. “But well, I’m not as good of a kid as you are -- it’s probably appropriate that I didn’t get everything I wanted for Christmas...”

If Mum had managed to convince Pops to let me have a ‘girly thing’ like an Easy-Bake Oven, it would’ve been a minor miracle, Jacob thought sourly.

Carewyn's cute little face twisted into a deep frown.

“You are good, Jacob!” she said, sounding incredibly upset.

She immediately threw her arms around her brother’s waist and squeezed. Jacob, who’d predicted the move before Carewyn made it, caught her in both arms, and his face softened further as he hugged her back just as tightly.

“Hm, well...at least you think so, Pip.”

With this, he scooped her up and started heading for the kitchen.

“Come on -- why don’t I help you write your letter? You tell me what you want to say to Father Christmas, and I’ll write it down.”

“Kay.”

~*~

Jacob did end up proofreading and clarifying Carewyn’s sentences quite a bit, when writing her letter. When he read it aloud for Carewyn, though, she was beaming from ear to ear and nodding, clearly approving of his “translation.”

Dear Father Christmas,

My big brother Jacob is writing this letter to you for me. I wanted to tell you to get him everything on his list, please, and to get Dad a new record that I can listen to. Elvis is fun! Also, Mum needs some new rainboots. Please make them yellow, so they match mine. I also want to go to school with Jacob, but Jacob says you can only give me things you can wrap up with paper and ribbons. So please just give me something pretty, wrapped up in pretty paper with a pretty blue ribbon. Blue’s my favorite color.

Don’t eat too many biscuits, or you’ll get a tummy ache.

Love from

Carewyn

~*~

When the morning of Christmas arrived, there was a large haul of neatly-wrapped presents under the tree. Every single present was wrapped in the same kind of music-note-printed white paper, with identically-tied red or green bows. Several years later that particular type of packaging would be the main thing that would clue Carewyn onto the fact that they were all wrapped by her mother Lane, rather than Father Christmas. For now, though, Carewyn didn’t think anything of it, instead taking innocent joy out of her parents neatly undoing the paper on their gifts while her brother overdramatically ripped open the paper on his, grinning mischievously at her the entire time as she tried to bite back her giggles.

“Jacob, dun do that!” little Carewyn would scold Jacob, lightly punching his back and shoulder through her giggles. Her ineffectual scolding would only make her brother laugh louder, which in turn only made Carewyn happier and more giggly than ever. The noise, however, grated on Evan, who rubbed his temple irritably.

“Jacob,” their father said reprovingly, “that is quite enough.”

Jacob shot Evan a rather sour glare -- Lane immediately intervened by leaning over her lap so that she could lightly pat her son’s shoulder from his place on the floor.

“Settle down just a bit, you two,” she said more gently. Clearly she had been a bit overwhelmed by the noise too, but had held back seeing just how happy her kids were. “Jay...I believe that one on the side is the last of your gifts. Why don’t you open it, so we can move on to Winnie’s?”

Putting down the Once and Future King anthology he’d unwrapped with the other books he’d gotten, Jacob shifted over to look under the tree. He found that last gift (which was wrapped in a red ribbon) and, once he’d reached around Ella the cat, brought the package into his lap. It was a moderately-sized gift, about the size of the books he’d already gotten from Father Christmas. It also had a tag written in Lane’s neat penmanship that read, “To Jacob, from Mum and Dad.”

With a quick, beady look at Evan, Jacob very pointedly ripped the paper right off the top so that he could see what was inside.

When he looked at its contents, though, his eyes lit up like fireworks.

“...A portable cassette player and recorder!” he cried in delight. “Mum -- you actually got it -- ?!”

“Your father paid for it,” Lane said pointedly with a wry smile. “I just picked it up at the store.”

She glanced at her husband meaningfully, who cleared his throat.

“...Yes, well...you have been behaving a bit better as of late, Jacob,” Evan mumbled. “Helping your mother around the house...looking after your sister...”

“And you clearly wanted it so much,” Lane said fondly.

Jacob’s face had burst into an amazingly bright smile, worthy of the sun. Unable to stop himself, he jumped to his feet and ran over to throw his arms around his mother in the biggest hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he said, beaming from ear to ear. “It’s just what I wanted!”

Once he’d released Lane, Jacob seized the box from the floor and sat back down on the rug as he started babbling excitedly to Carewyn.

“Look here, Pip -- this is a recorder! Now I can record songs from the radio and we can play them on cassette tape whenever we want! And I can record other things too! I can record things in class and play them back for you, or I can record us singing -- I can even just leave you messages you can play here while I’m at school!”

Carewyn’s eyes lit up, just listening to Jacob. It was like his enthusiasm just bled into her like colors running through a watercolor painting, and she was soon beaming just as broadly as her brother. Evan sat off to the side of the couch, watching his son eagerly share his gift with Carewyn with a strange, almost sad smile prickling at his features.

Noticing her husband’s expression, Lane brought a hand onto his knee, giving it a supportive squeeze before turning back to her children.

“All right, Jay,” she said with a smile. “I think it’s high time Winnie started opening her presents.”

Jacob’s huge grin seemed to gleam brighter at this. “Right!"

Once again reaching around Ella the cat, he picked up one of the remaining packages under the tree, all of them wrapped in blue ribbon, and handing it to his little sister.

“Don’t forget to read the note for her, Jay,” Lane reminded him.

Jacob peeked at it over her shoulder. “‘To Carewyn, from Father Christmas.’” He smiled encouragingly at her. “Go on, then, Pip.”

Carewyn got mostly clothes that year. Both “Father Christmas” and most of Evan’s family members sent along new dresses, though Evan’s cousin Mary had sent along a set of cute little toys called Weebles, which Ella the cat ended up playing with just as much as Carewyn did.

“Don’t forget to thank Cousin Mary when she visits, Winnie,” Lane reminded her.

“Yes, Mum,” Carewyn said promptly, even while only half paying attention.

Along with the dresses, Father Christmas also got Carewyn a new baby blue romper, perfect for playing outside. Carewyn’s last gift, though, earned a strange frown from Jacob when he read the tag.

“‘To Carewyn, from Dad.’”

Carewyn didn’t notice the confused look Jacob shot their father as she took the gift into both hands and very neatly undid the bow. Once the bow was off, she ripped off the corner so she could tear off the rest of the paper.

Inside was a rather pretty blue book with a beautifully painted illustration of an angelic-looking woman floating over a princess sitting in an open coach led by horses -- “The Classic Fairy Tales.”

“Oh, Winnie,” said Lane in breathy happiness, “it’s a book! Your very first book, Winnie.”

She shot a significant smile at Jacob. Feeling confused, Jacob glanced back at Evan -- Evan’s body language was evasive as he got up from the couch to put his spent coffee cup in the sink.

“Well, yes, I...thought it was about time that we built up a proper library for the baby,” he said stiffly. “Books suitable for a girl her age...”

“They’re magic stories, Winnie,” Lane said to her, her voice soft in both volume and emotion as Carewyn flipped through the pages of the book, consulting the pictures. “They’re stories your father and I can read to you at night, before you go to sleep.”

Jacob was still kind of bewildered watching his parents through this whole thing. There was something under the surface in how Lane and Evan spoke about the book that Jacob just didn’t quite get -- it didn’t feel like Lane had picked out the book and Evan had paid for it, the way they had with Jacob’s recorder, and yet Lane didn’t seem at all surprised by the gift (understandable, since she’d wrapped it) and seemed to really want Carewyn to be excited about it. Was it just because Lane liked reading as much as Jacob did and wanted Carewyn to like it too? If so, why didn’t she take some credit for the gift? For whatever reason she’d wanted Carewyn to see this gift as being just from her dad, not both of them.

That schmuck barely pays Pip any mind, in the first place, Jacob thought irritably. It was one of the things that made him most resent his father, that he ignored Carewyn so much of the time. Even now, he’s not even looking at her...

This thought made something click in Jacob’s head.

Is that why Mum wants him to get sole credit? Because she wants Pip to think Pops does care?

Jacob’s lips twitched with a smile despite himself.

Aw, Mum...you hate how he ignores her just as much as I do, don’t you?

Noticing Carewyn glancing up at him, Jacob grinned all the more brightly.

“That’s Hansel and Gretel, Pip,” he said, pointing at the picture she’d stopped on. “That’s a great story -- it’s about a brother and a sister, just like us! And that’s Cinderella,” he added, pointing to the picture on the cover. “She’s going to this really big party. See her dress? It’s pretty, right?”

Carewyn’s eyes seemed to sparkle seeing how happy Jacob was. She beamed from ear to ear, nodding eagerly. Then, with a quick look up at Evan as he returned to the sitting room, she put down the open book on the floor. She shuffled up onto her feet and toddled over to her father. Before he could sit down, she then threw her arms around his leg and hugged it, just the way Jacob had thrown his arms around Lane earlier.

“Just I wanted!” she chirped.

Evan looked completely taken aback. He stared down at Carewyn, his dark eyes wide and his expression almost insecure in how he took in his tiny daughter’s beaming face. Then, very tentatively, he reached out a hand and patted the top of her head, attempting a weak smile of his own.

“...I’m...glad you like it,” he said lowly.

Even despite his discomfort, his dark eyes did betray something oddly touched as he shifted his gaze over to Lane, who was smiling warmly. His weak smile even became that bit stronger, seeing his wife’s expression.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “we’d...best get ready for the day. It’s nearly 11 already...”

~*~

After all four Bachs had gotten washed and dressed, Lane set about getting the Christmas turkey cooked in the kitchen, while Evan went out to pick up the chocolate Yule Log he’d ordered at the local cake shop for dessert. Originally Lane had suggested Jacob and Carewyn go with their father for the drive, but Carewyn was so preoccupied with her new Weebles (or, more importantly, watching Ella the cat bat at them with her paw) that Evan decided it was better to “leave the baby” at home. As soon as Carewyn was going to be left out of the little “outing,” though, Jacob immediately decided he’d stay at home too, and he promptly picked up one of his new books (A Wrinkle in Time), slouched across the armchair with his legs dangling off the arm, and started to read. Carewyn was a little put-out when Evan left the house, but she was distracted soon enough when the kitchen timer went off and she immediately toddled over to “help” her mother with setting the table. (This involved Carewyn taking the cups Lane handed to her in both hands and delivering them one at a time over to the table, as well as pulling all the chairs around the table out enough that everyone could sit down comfortably.)

After their late lunch of turkey, roast potatoes, cranberry sauce, pigs-in-blankets, and stuffing, the Bachs watched the Queen’s Christmas Broadcast -- a tradition Evan insisted on, though Jacob always found it incredibly uninteresting. He took several opportunities during the broadcast to make faces at Carewyn to try to make her laugh, which irritated Evan. The rest of the day involved enjoying the chocolate Yule Log and singing along to the family’s Christmas records. Jacob sang It’s the Most Wonderful Time of Year so flawlessly that Evan actually praised him -- something Jacob didn’t quite know how to accept, considering how little Evan did it. Jacob ultimately chose to forget the whole thing when Evan left the room altogether in response to Carewyn happily screaming out her best attempt at Sleigh Ride, claiming a headache. This left Jacob, Carewyn, and Lane alone for about an hour, during which Lane quieted Carewyn down by shifting the records over to the works of the Kings College Choir. Evan returned in time to hear Lane quietly singing along to The Holly and the Ivy, and he came up behind her to kiss her on the cheek.

“Pretty pretty, Mum,” Carewyn said, beaming as she gave a light tug to her mother’s pant leg.

Lane laughed softly as she scooped Carewyn up into her lap and gave her a big hug. “Thank you, sweetie.”

The night ended with two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, one cup of coffee with milk and sugar, and one cup of English Breakfast Tea with lemon in front of the fireplace. Ella the cat curled up for a nap on the now-completely-empty skirt under the Christmas tree in the kitchen while Jacob and Carewyn played with his new recorder and Evan put the batteries in the new pocket calculator that Father Christmas had gotten him. These moments were captured in pictures taken with Lane’s own gift from Father Christmas: a snazzy new Polaroid camera.

At seven o’clock, Lane took Carewyn upstairs so she could get ready for bed. She tried to encourage Evan to come up with her, even going so far as to place Carewyn’s blue book of fairy tales on the side table near the stairs pointedly, but Evan soon became too preoccupied with setting up the new coffee maker in the kitchen and never ended up making it up there.

Looking noticeably disheartened as she came back downstairs, Lane didn’t even look at the book on the table again as she settled herself back down in the armchair -- and so Jacob once again found himself glaring openly in his father’s direction as he got up from his spot on the floor.

“I’m going to bed too,” he said very shortly.

He scooped up all of the books he’d gotten, as well as his recorder, and carried them upstairs. He pointedly didn’t look at Evan, even when he purposefully knocked right into him on his way up the stairs.

“Jacob!” Evan called after him, taken aback and disapproving.

But Jacob didn’t care. Even with how sweet and innocent his Pippa was, all that old plonker ever did was ignore her -- he didn’t deserve a “sorry.”

~*~

Because Jacob went up to bed so early, he hadn’t gone to the bathroom beforehand. That was why he ended up having to get up in the middle of the night. Once he’d left the hall bathroom and started back toward bed, though, he noticed the door to his sister’s room had been left ajar.

Pip?

Feeling a pang of concern, Jacob darted over. Upon peeking into her room and turning on the light, he didn’t find her. He looked around, taking note of the empty hallway and the other closed doors on the floor, and then as sneakily as he could, he darted across the hall and down the stairs. He didn’t find her in any of the chairs in the sitting room or on the floor either.

“Pip?” Jacob called out only as loud as he dared. “Pippa?”

There was a rustling from somewhere in the kitchen. Jacob came around the door frame and entered the kitchen, and immediately relaxed.

There was Carewyn in her lacy flower-printed nightgown, nestled underneath the Christmas tree. She was lying on her stomach, with her legs stretched out behind her and her arms folded under her, and Ella the cat was stretched out on the tree skirt next to her. The Siamese cat surveyed Jacob with a mild expression as he approached.

“There you are!” said Jacob. “What are you doing under there?”

Carewyn shrugged, her eyes falling down to her hands clutching the tree skirt. Jacob crouched down to better look her in the eye.

“You’re not hiding, are you?” he said with an amiable grin.

Carewyn shook her head.

“Well, good,” said Jacob. “You know you don’t have to hide from me...”

His expression grew a bit more concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Carewyn nodded. It seemed like the truth to Jacob -- she didn’t seem the least bit distressed. Instead she almost seemed expectant: like she was patiently waiting for something.

Jacob cocked an eyebrow at the Christmas tree and then back down at his sister, his face slowly unfurling in a bigger grin.

“...Aw, Pippa...you’re not waiting for Father Christmas, are you?” he asked.

Carewyn looked up at him with a rather bashful expression. It made Jacob laugh despite himself.

“Aw...he’s not coming again tonight, Pip. It’s Christmas! Father Christmas only comes on the night before Christmas.”

Carewyn’s face noticeably dropped, hearing this. “...Fafa Christmas isn’t coming back?”

“He will,” said Jacob. “Just not tonight. He only ever comes once a year.”

Carewyn’s gaze fell down to the floor as she rested her head on her hands. Her eyes even started to water a bit.

“Aw, Pip, it’s okay,” Jacob reassured her immediately. “He’ll be back next year. And when he does, you’re such a good girl that you’re bound to get even nicer presents...”

But Carewyn shook her head.

“I dun want any more,” she mumbled.

Jacob blinked. “You don’t?”

Carewyn shook her head again. “Mm-mm...I got I wanted.”

She shifted a bit. When she did, Jacob finally took in what she’d been holding against her chest. It was the book of fairy tales Evan had gifted her -- she slid it over to him so he could pick it up.

“I got a pretty...with...with a pretty paper an’ a pretty bow,” Carewyn explained. “I wanted to say...I got I wanted.”

Jacob felt like his heart was being enveloped in a huge warm hug as he heard this. All he’d been able to wrangle out of her, when writing her Christmas letter, was that she’d wanted something pretty, wrapped up in pretty paper with a blue bow. Even though, yes, their mother Lane had wrapped up all of her gifts with blue bows, Carewyn had clearly found the book to be the prettiest of her gifts -- maybe, Jacob suddenly considered, because Lane and Jacob had reacted so happily about it. Because unlike the Weebles or the clothes she’d gotten, it was something that Carewyn could share with them, the same way Jacob had shared his recorder with her.

“I wanted to say I got I wanted.” She wanted to tell Father Christmas how much she liked her gifts.

Fondness for his baby sister washed over Jacob like a wave of warm water, making his blue eyes shine with pride and affection.

Pip, you really are a saint.

“...Well, then...”

With some difficulty, Jacob sidled underneath the Christmas tree so that he too was lying down on the floor on his stomach next to Carewyn.

“...Since you got just what you wanted...how about I read you a proper bedtime story? Since old Pops didn’t get around to it.”

Carewyn smiled and nodded. With a broadening grin, Jacob flipped open the book until he’d found the story he was looking for.

“Here we go...‘Hansel and Gretel.’”

“They’re like us,” Carewyn recalled brightly, pointing at the picture of the two siblings.

“Right, they’re brother and sister, just like us,” Jacob said, grinning as he affectionately bumped his shoulder beside Carewyn’s. He then proceeded to read,

“‘Once upon a time, near a great forest, there lived a poor woodcutter, his wife, and their two children. The boy's name was Hansel and the girl's Gretel...’”

As Jacob told the story, he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more -- Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella -- after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door. The feline then lost interest and sidled her way back downstairs, presumably to “reclaim” her spot on the tree skirt. Jacob himself then went off to bed, a full smile attached to his face.

Evan ultimately left almost no impact on Carewyn’s life. Fortunately she never had any gaping holes left behind in his absence -- for she had a devoted big brother there to ensure she never once felt like she wasn’t special or her feelings didn’t matter.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #carewyn cromwell #jacob cromwell #evan bach #lane cromwell #okay this is *supposed* to be a companion to that post I did about evan and jacob #you know for father's day -- focusing on carewyn's relationship with her dad #but it ended up being a few days late *and* focused on christmas #so hahaha we've got christmas in july #oh well! XDD #but yeah I'd always had carewyn's birthday in august 1973 but in order for math to work I realized it would have to be in september 1972 #damn it :P #but anyway #on a personal note that 'just i wanted' thing? that's actually based on an old christmas video of me when I was little #I was imitating my parents since they'd used the phrase 'it's just what I wanted' when they opened their gifts #the thing I was *so* happy to receive that year?#a VHS of snow white and the seven dwarfs #<3

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detestableson · 1 year ago

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Nero didn't understand the impulse to wear one's best clothes for the Reaping. He found it childish, as if scrubbing behind your ears would spare you when whatever overdressed representative from The Capitol would be digging their hands into the bowl this year. He hugged the back of the crowd in the same fraying gray flannel he'd worn last year and the year before, hanging loose around his frame and defiantly untucked. He detested the spectacle of it all-- why did everyone need to be here to watch kid after kid crying on stage? Wouldn't it be just the same if Peacekeepers collected the tributes from their homes, like they did to those who were caught trading wild game in The Hob?

While the Escort droned on and on about how being selected for the games was an honor, a sparkling gem on the crown of Panem's history, Nero zoned out. He glanced around the square, studying the Peacekeeper's sleek helmets and the hovercrafts filming from above. He vaguely registered the female's name-- Wilhelmina Rivers. He knew her brother from-- well. He knew her brother. Nero watched the girl stumble onto the stage, taking stock of her thin frame and wondering how many days she would last in the arena. He figured no more than three.

Nero sighed impatiently, jittery and eager to get back to his hideaway. Historically, Reaping day was a big occasion for the men and boys who regularly stole off into the woods to get in a few licks. It put people on edge, reminded them that they weren't in control of their lives, not really. He'd put money on a match-up tonight, the highly anticipated Gabbro and Colt fight. He'd gotten so lost in the thought of a little extra money, a slice of warm bread for breakfast tomorrow, that it took the person to his left jabbing his ribs for Nero to hear it.

"Nero Commonhart, honey, are you here?" trilled a voice from the stage.

Nero stepped into the aisle, familiar faces clearing space for him, leaving him open and vulnerable to everyone's eyes. The fabric of his reality stretched and pulled, fraying at the edges like the shirt he was wearing. He might never know the outcome of the fight. He might never see the inside of a mine shaft again.

He steeled himself, stepping onto the stage with his head held high. This was the moment that was replayed in years past, when tributes mounted the stage with tears in their eyes-- not him. With a hard-set jaw, Nero glanced over the crowd. His eyes fell on his mother, and a rush of red-hot anger ripped through his stomach. What did she have to be crying about, anyway, as if she would even notice that he's gone?

He'd fight. Not for her, or for District 12, or for glory. He'd fight because it's all he knew how to do.

#odds:task #//i half hate this but!!!! it is done!

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TV Guide - July 20 - 26, 1963

William Dennis Weaver (June 4, 1924 – February 24, 2006) Actor best known for his work in television and films from the early 1950s until not long before his death in 2006. Weaver’s two most notable roles were as Marshal Matt Dillon’s trusty partner Chester Goode on the CBS western Gunsmoke and as Deputy Marshal Sam McCloud on the NBC police drama McCloud. He appeared in the 1971 television film Duel, the first film of director Steven Spielberg.

From 1964 to 1965, he portrayed a friendly veterinary physician in NBC’s comedy-drama Kentucky Jones. His next substantial role was as Tom Wedloe on the CBS family series Gentle Ben, with co-star Clint Howard, from 1967 to 1969. In 1970 Weaver landed the title role in the NBC series McCloud, for which he received two Emmy Award nominations. Later series during the 1980s (both of which lasted only one season) were Stone in which Weaver played a Joseph Wambaugh-esque police sergeant turned crime novelist and Buck James in which he played a Texas-based surgeon and rancher. (Buck James was loosely based on real-life Texas doctor James “Red” Duke.) He portrayed a Navy rear admiral for 22 episodes of a 1983–1984 series, Emerald Point N.A.S.. Weaver’s last work was done on an ABC Family cable television show called Wildfire, where he played Henry Ritter, the father of Jean Ritter and the co-owner of Raintree Ranch. His role on the show was cut short due to his death. (Wikipedia)

James Arness (May 26, 1923 – June 3, 2011) Actor best known for portraying Marshal Matt Dillon for 20 years in the television series Gunsmoke. Arness has the distinction of having played the role of Dillon in five separate decades: 1955 to 1975 in the weekly series, then in Gunsmoke: Return to Dodge (1987) and four more made-for-television Gunsmoke films in the 1990s. In Europe, Arness reached cult status for his role as Zeb Macahan in the western series How the West Was Won. He was the older brother of actor Peter Graves.

After Gunsmoke ended, Arness performed in Western-themed movies and television series, including How the West Was Won, and in five made-for-television Gunsmoke movies between 1987 and 1994. An exception was as a big-city police officer in a short-lived 1981-1982 series, McClain’s Law, co-starring with Marshall Colt. His role as mountain man Zeb Macahan in How the West Was Won made him a cult figure in many European countries, where it became even more popular than in the United States, as the series has been rebroadcast many times across Europe. (Wikipedia)

#TV Guide #TV #1963 #James Arness #Dennis Weaver #Gunsmoke

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If you make an another account will you be posting it? You know so I can immediately follow and all 😁. And same I’ve always been a loner too. There have been a few exceptions though. But the past year taught me a lot about friendships so I’m just working on myself this year. It’s kind of lonely but at the same time really peaceful? I think I’m happier now than I’ve been in a long time. Yeah the lack of friends and companions makes things lonely but it’s not something that I’ll let break me anymore. I know I’m stronger than that now. Someone’s I think online people are easier to interact with because there’s no attachments?? Like if they left me I can assume something happened or they decided to go offline but I know for sure (mostly) it’s not my fault you know? And people online are just so much kinder in general. Not that I interact a bunch of people online, just a few, but that’s just my experience so far. Didn’t mean to go off on a rant there my bad 😅.

And don’t apologize for closing the chat box!! It’s completely understandable. As kind as people can be online there are still a bunch of creeps out here 🤢. So pls stay safe!!

YOUR SCREENSAVER?!??! ASDGKKGFFGG MY BABY HE LOOKS SO PRETTY. Also I’ve only recently gotten a Haitani brothers brainrot so like that’s a big factor atm 💀💀. OH there’s this one artist that posts her drawings in insta and tiktok abt TR and they look amazing and are so freaking funny I end up clutching my stomach every time 💀😭😂.

Here’s one of them

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCVqAnf/

I’ve posted a few things on my blog but only drabbles really. I’ve been wanting to start doing analysis’s for a long time but I never got around to it. Just like character analysis’s and relationship analysis’s and story arcs and all that jazz. I love all of it. And in my opinion the best stories are the ones where the characters are what drive the plot of the story. TR did an amazing job of doing this and it’s one of the reasons I fell in love with the story in the first place almost immediately.

That one illuminati ask was…. something 💀.

Comfort fics are my favorite and the ones that explore real experiences and feelings and aren’t just a colt bf paste of the same words really do it for me.

Thank youuuu ☺️!!! Yeah my blogs a mess but I have so much fun with it. I haven’t posted anything in a while tho and I’m thinking about starting character analysis’s posts first. I’ll probably brainstorm over winter break. Which cant come soon enough btw. I have so many ideas for stories (besides fics I mean) and I wanna warm up and practice with tumblr.

Emperor! Izana ehhhh 👀👀?? Don’t worry I can wait. I can be patient when I want to be 😌. And the 30+ WIPS?? I felt that 😭😭. I don’t even wanna look at all the almost blank documents where I speed typed like 30 words at 3 am and when back to sleep 💀💀.

REOOOOOO!!! See like Nagi is also very adorable. And Barou has been growing on me lately 👀. See what I’m doing with blue lock now is just being spoiled left and right. I gave up trying to avoid spoilers (my lack of patience really shined through here) so now I see a post abt a match point or a duo breaking up in the manga and I’m like WAIT WHAT and then just don’t read the manga 💀💀. I WILL (eventually) soon but after the first season ends.

I love love love analyzing people and hearing their stories and learning things through experience. Which is really rich cause Im not good with talking to people and I never leave the house 💀💀. You can see my problem 😭😭.

How’s reading TR going? 👀👀

Ohhh I’ll check out those recs.

What did you think of the new episode of Chainsaw Man? Shit really hit the fan after the first 5 minutes 💀💀.

You should’ve told the guy where you found the picture so that he could save it as his wallpaper if he liked it so much 😌🙄.

Also can I mention how much I love the headers you put at the end of each ask? Like they’re so adorable and cute and thoughtful. I just wanted to say I really appreciate them!!! You’re so sweet ❤️❤️.

As for me, I’m currently in the library waiting for my next class to start. I took a tumblr break after eating lunch. My professor just made a big essay optional and extra credit because he wants us to review for our last unit test and midterm throughly. SO LIKE HECK YEAH!!! But also I already have an outline for it so I’m debating if the 10 point extra credit on our midterm is worth the extra work or not.

How’s your day going? Papers are rough but you got this 😤😤!!! Don’t forget to take breaks and eat something and drink water today okay??? *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Kinda want to announce it so that I don’t seem sus - but I also wanna be discreet abt it so that I can interact with people who wanna message me (in priv) and not people who want a part 2 of something from me ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა (please I get that you guys don’t wanna be left on a cliffhanger - but. I have a life outside tumblr and left with less hours to write. And if you want quality, you’re gonna have to wait. Pushing me isn’t gonna work cause you’re gonna be disappointed with the end result and so will I) you’ll be able to tell it’s me cause I will say this - it’s a TR username - I have two of them in mind and I can’t figure which one I want more cause the one I got represents me in whole and the other is a guy who’s high (ikyk)

Yeah, it gets lonely here- but at least it’s peaceful; I follow a few blogs - mostly art + JJBA updates (and I’m super excited to check out the new eps of stone ocean) interaction wise... i have tried it out before, but none of them lasted long. what hurt me the most was when i was trying to be genuine abt something and writers here (not all but some) are really closed off yk? like they're fine interacting with friends but are really selective with new people? cause of that i just gave up interacting with them altogether and after my ideas got taken and neither was anything being reciprocated back on my blog by them despite us following each other- cause it goes both ways and if its just me, i wont do it anymore. my experience online hasn't been that great except with the upload of fics... and the only interaction i would get was comments or going through tags that was included by the person who reblogged it- but with recent developments, a lot of that has changed and i'm comfortable talking to people now ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Oh yea definitely. Safety is super important to me - that's why i never reveal too much about myself just small things cause you can't be completely safe on the internet- like when i was still a small time writer i got followed by a spanking account (istg the way my eyes widened when i saw it; and it wasn't even the kinky variety- it was traditional method of disciplining someone) - won't go much into detail about it but yeah i ended up blocking him. And now that i think abt it he must've read my hanma fic - but still (T.T)

Rindou is so pretty- i. he looked at me on the train (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

Unfortunately, I don't use tiktok. I used to be there - but i realized that i wasted a lot of time with endless scrolling, some of the content had received a lot of likes despite there not being enough effort? not to mention my ex's friends came to troll me through that app. I deleted my account and as i got older, i decided to never go back - so now i just stick to pinterest, twitter and instagram with the latter two being purely for uni reasons. so yeah i'm not much of a social media kinda person - and yeah i live under a rock and i'm ancient (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Oh yeah when characters take the drive and the plot goes ahead is a different thing altogether - and i agree. like even in tr, i was really surprised to see the turn of events and character development - especially Kazutora and yeah i saw the drabbles (didn't get to read them cause i haven't watched one piece but maybe i should soon) - glad to know that you're a woman of culture for liking ace cause i like him as well - despite not watching the anime (is a zoro fan as well) and now i wanna change the theme of my blog as well- thinking if i should go with beige, sage green or blue- gonna see how this pans out

that illuminati ask had me dead- and i was just laughing from confusion and saying that idk who was a part of project and conspiracies- it's gonna be an inside joke on the blog 😂

Oh yeah emperor Izana - very fitting for his image tbh; and literally- when its time to write, it is time to write and lately i've been feeling the word "cold" a lot which added to True north Aiku's part (yes i will talk abt my husband- and apparently he's set a standard for me in men too shaggy hair with a mullet minus the side shave + scruff/ 5 o clock shadow) I haven't watched the latest of bllk - i read the new chapter though - not much action but Isagi's development; and you found out abt a duo breaking up- ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა dw tho - there are more pairings that come in and you'll get to see Barou with his hair down- p hot ngl .What i really really pray for is aiku getting animated (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) i wanna see him touch him feel him (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

TR reading - might start uploading manga panels soon and i still like Senju/ Senjuu - she's like me (๑>ᴗ<๑) (although i know some ppl would disagree- i'm curious to see what character would you relate me to tho)

And i forgot to add that i read philosophy as well - i'm all over the place tbh - one of my favs is tuesdays with morrie. Its a sad book but totally worth the read.

I haven't watched chainsaw man just read the manga- but i think i should start watching that cause mappa did a good job with it and honestly- the animation looks very different than their usual (i was roped into re-watching aot - likes reiner and porco )

Ty fur liking the headers- (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) i'm gonna put them for every ask - might start putting webtoon ones too

Oof good luck on the review!

So, i wrote the review and the prof liked it a lot- i got summoned to the archival section of the library - the books there are so old and dusty and i'm working on a research paper with my prof (had to wash my hand three times to get the dust off and i'm thinking of carrying surgical gloves for this-)

I hope your say is going well too, starry!

I do not regret sending cursed images I found on Pinterest

#Belle.☏#.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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