#OBSESSED with their brother dynamic

[the-phantom-peach]

I love them so much I will shove my entire fist into my mouth ❤️

[lambmotifz]

“wincest isn’t canon!” dean winchester canonically thinks that “little brother” is a synonym for “wife”

[yaralulu]

rumors about feyre and lucien fucking being a real thing in prythian is probably the funniest thing to ever happen in these books. like why is this a real line 😭😭.

[eldestjane]

I won’t say that Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian have the the most normal sibling relationship because there is literally nothing “normal” about these two codependent weirdos (affectionate) but out of all the siblings I would say they probably have the most typical and perhaps easily recognizable sibling dynamic. Like the Lan and Nie siblings are obviously very close but there’s an element of parentification and also just the age gap that affects that dynamic (and the same goes for Jiang Yanli and her brothers). But with Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian it’s just like - “I’m going to tease you mercilessly but if someone else is mean to you I’ll kill them” and “I won’t share my soup with you but I would give you my kidney” (Or golden core as may be the case). And it’s just like yeah they’re brothers all right.

[formulaonedirection]

World's most irritating man vs his Australian team mate

Bonus: Australians React

[cerealmonster15]

[vibrating a little too fast] Do You Understand My Vision Yet

[adrift-in-thyme]

Get yourself a man who will literally pull himself back from the brink of death because he promised not to make you cry

[kairithemang0]

The gay man and the aroace woman getting married to please his mother my beloved <3

[zombiesun]

i'm sorry i've never seen supernatural BUT DESTIEL IS INCEST?

destiel wishes

[tabooiart]

gotta be one of my favorite bits of choreo from this show. theyre such silly billies

(beetleb@bes dni pls thanx)

[borgialucrezia]

cesare and lucrezia's codependency vs. juan having the most coveted position cesare desires when what juan really longs for is the unconditional love cesare and lucrezia have and for them to have it with him…

[lambmotifz]

am i the only one who doesn’t like normal/regular wincest au

because all the supernatural storylines are the main factor that makes their dynamic so special. wincest without horror elements just. isn’t wincest

[thelyingjoke]

Tenko and Kokichi sibling agenda??

ok well i’ve been rewatching v3 lately and i’ve been Noticing a ton of tenko & kokichi interactions that are so fun. likeeee the part in trial 2 where tenko just kept interrupting kokichi? and then goes “mm no i wasn’t”? tell me that isn’t the most petty sibling shit ever (i have visualized it for you)

the worsties <3 there’s a few more stuff w/ images i wanna talk about so that’ll be under the cut👍

there’s also that bit where they both call kaito stupid and idk that has always stuck with me

and i don’t feel like drawing anything else but also some other bits i think about are when tenko freaks out thinking kokichi wants to start the killing game and he offers her gum, to which she offers to bash his head in. i know average tenko behavior towards men But i think about it anyway (also side tangent i love how kokichi just. Carries sticks of gum with him the entire game and runs out at chapter 4. he is BIG fan of bubble gum. real reason he was so upset that chapter wasn’t because of the motive or miu trying to kill him it was because he ran out of bubble gum /j)

and! this small bit. these are all tiny but they mean so much to me i think they would have an awesome sibling dynamic, such an underrated duo honestly

[darkphoenix5037]

Hitta

Welp here is another one. This will be OT7(focus on Namjoon coz he is my bias, but bonds will be formed with others too) with A/B/O dynamics, Vikings influences, with badass but slightly low-esteem oc, stray kids as her platonic family, battle, blood, revenge, game of thrones-esque plot, death and lots of sex.

It will be multi chaptered.

Please share your thoughts and let me know what you think.

P.S. The title means 'to find' in old norse.

SUMMARY- You never really thought that your destiny would take you so far away from home.

CHAPTER 1|CHAPTER-2

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It rains the day you lay eyes on your intended.

In the blood-stained field in front of the castle that you call your home stands him, Kim Namjoon, the biggest warlord the world had ever witnessed. His army consisted of thousands even millions, those savages, as the south would like to call them, were more powerful and disciplined than any army you had ever seen. Their troops were roguish in looks, yes, but their skill in battle was no joke.

Kim Namjoon’s skill in battle was no joke. He fought bare-chested with an axe and a sword; you had heard that he could cut down men with a single sweep of his sword. He was a true demon in battle, as most raiders were, but his skills put the best warriors in your homeland’s army to shame. His great heathen army slaughtered your king’s army by thousands every day, other than leaving hundreds of men injured.

You would know as the chief healer, stitching wounds, cauterizing them, applying salve to burns, cuts were fine. Holding the hands of dying soldiers as they hallucinated their mothers, lovers, wives and sisters was not, not even for someone like you who was used to blood, battle and death.

But you pushed on, for the king, for the country, for the people, you worked day and night you pushed on.

These days the workload had been increased as the king had no taken to treat the prisoners of war as well. The injured and the dying of the heathen army were brought to the camps to get medical assistance if possible and the injured ones were returned to their camps and the dead were returned to the opposing army with respect.

You were not thankful for the workload but what could you do, the king commands and the rest follow.

You were not thankful for the workload but you applauded your king’s nobility nonetheless. Your brother, Christopher Bang was nothing if not noble and kind and humble. Maybe that was why his army were ready to die and kill for him. Maybe it was because he thought of all as equal, be it the duke or the beggar’s son, Alpha, Omega or Beta everyone was equal in the eyes of your Alpha brother.

Maybe that was why you, an Omega, were working in an army camp filled with betas and alphas at all times of the night and day. Maybe that’s why you as an omega, could kill and maim as well as any alpha.

He was strong, your brother, but too kind, too truthful and too righteous for the world that he was in, younger than you but still on the throne for the gods gave him a cock and the second gender of an alpha and you a cunt and the curse of being an omega.

You weren’t brother and sister by blood, you were the orphan the previous king found on a hunting trip, half feral, in the jungle, at the age of seven.  You were brought to the castle, Christopher took one look at your small, slight frame, for he was a giant to you even at the age of five, and decided that you would be his noona. You took his hand and resolved to protect him forever. Nothing much was needed after that.

He deserved better though, you thought. Better than this wretched war and that godforsaken alpha Kim Namjoon who is intent on busting down the doors of your home.

Your name being called out draws you out of your mental reverie.

“Princess, the king calls for you at the front.” Ser Seo Changbin of your brother’s personal guard says.

You finish stitching the heathen soldier’s wound and apply salve and bandage before patting him roughly on the shoulder and getting up.

“What is it?”

“The king calls for you. He did not tell me the reason, your grace.”

You gesture ser Changbin to head the way as you follow him to the wall where your royal brother awaits you. He turns towards you as you come near.

“Leave us.” He commands.

“Is everything alright, my king?”

“Call me Chris, sister, how many do I have to repeat that?” he says.

“When we are alone, my king.”

He sighs, but motions to the battlefield, a far away look in his eyes as he looks down upon the ruin the battle has caused on the once green fields.

“We are not going to be able to defend ourselves for much longer if this goes on, sister, Kim Namjoon gets closer to defeating us every day. We cannot keep going for much longer.” He says. He sounds tired, too tired for someone his age.

“Why don’t you sit on the war council with me sister, we could use your skills?”

“You know why, you might not mind your omega sister, one of common blood at that running around with a sword in her hand, but others do. Alphas do, I would rather die than let anyone of them insult you again after what happened. You know better.” You spoke.

He sighed heavily.

You look at your younger brother, he looks as though the weight of the world sits on his shoulders. It does in some way, you think, this kingdom, as large as it is, it is your world.

His world.

He fights for it today, for its very existence.

Of course, the weight of this responsibility weighs him down. He is fighting, not only for his kingdom, but his world, his home.

“Is it time that we seek a truce with them?” You ask.

“We have no leverage; he knows he can defeat us. He needn’t sue for peace to ask for anything, he can take it, all of it.”

The sun has gone down, you see the enemy camp at a distance, its torches shine bright.

“Then we can only hope to reach stalemate, Chan-ah” You call him by the name your mother called him when she was alive and try to calm him down with your scent.

“I hope so”

He suddenly seizes you by the shoulders and says, “Stay near the battle field tomorrow, sister, I feel that tomorrow might be the day- “he stops, his hands trembling slightly.

“I need you by my side noona, I need you there, the troops need their lioness. I need you, We need you. It could be tomorrow that that godforsaken man would break down the doors of the castle. I don’t care about what happened five years ago on that wretched battlefield. I care about now, about today.”

You looked in the distance. Towards the enemy camp and remembered the amount of injured and dead on your hands, the heavy losses and the weeping mothers, fathers, daughters, sons and wives. You had to be there, if not for your sake then for the sake of your country.

“I will be there Chan-ah. Noona will watch over you. Ask my personal 300 to report.”

He takes you in his arms after that, keeping you in his embrace and you let your forehead rest on his broad chest. He holds you tight enough and breaths your scent in, as if you are the only thing keeping him grounded.

Nothing is said after that, as both of you silently carry the fear of tomorrow in your hearts.

…………………………….

The next day clouds gather in the sky as you don your armour.

You hadn’t stepped in the battle field not since the last war, not after what happened five years ago.

Blood.

All that you could see was blood, it stained everything in sight.

Your hand, your face, your armour, the field around you.

There was a strange ringing in your ears, you moved forward regardless, your axe cutting down everyone and everything that stood in front of you.

A voice called.

You knew that voice.

It was coming nearer.

The person was in front of you.

You swung the axe, but people were suddenly holding you back, you could not move.

The voice was closer, louder, shouting.

“Noona”

You gasped as if you had just broken the surface of the water in the lake and looked around.

You saw worried and slightly horrified looks. You saw your brother looking at you, scared and unsure.

In your daze, in your state of berserk, you had tried to kill your brother.

You hadn’t stepped in war since. You were afraid to lose control, afraid that you would kill your own men in that state.

Being a berserker was not easy, the warrior lost themselves in that state, all that mattered was killing, not injury, not pain, not fatigue, just death. You had been stabbed in the arm and calf that day but you had not stopped your killing spree regardless. The title of lioness bestowed upon you that day and your fame as a berserker had spread far and wide.

Stories were told about the omega berserker who had lost herself and battle and killed half a million people in a single day, who had won the war in a single day. No one had dared to attack your homeland after that, until now.

So, for the sake of the king, your brother, and your people you don the armour you had abandoned.

You sighed and headed to your horse, and followed your brother to the battlefield.

………………………………..

[thisispoggers]

Magnetic North my beloved

[thedeafprophet]

will i get cancelled if i talk more explicitally about the captivating princess and incest undertones outside out of joke comments or-

its gothic okay