#Since you have a brain so large you should know that I'm in charge

[writerofweird]

I don't know whether or not ChatGPT could create a convincing in-character conversation between Mojo Jojo and Gruntilda but even if it could, I think it's more fun and rewarding to study the characters and their dialogue myself and of course, ChatGPT won't have the "I made that" factor. You won't get the pride of knowing Mojo Jojo and Gruntilda so thoroughly you can write dialogue for them that wouldn't sound out of place in their franchises.

[fansids]

Shadow of the King Au Art Dump

Since I very rarely get past the sketching phase any presentable art is rare, but I managed to find some for ya'll

Warning for some old ass art:

1. The Stalwart Generals

I spent an ungodly amount of time figuring out the designs, dynamics, and personalities of all of these monkies so I'll be damned if I don't show them first.

The Generals take care of anything SWK is unable to. They are in charge of FFM when he's not present.

Marshal Ma - While technically all the generals are the same rank, Marshal Ma is considered SWK's unofficial second in command. She's calm in every crisis with a very low bs tolerance and is 75% of the reason why the island doesn't fall to chaos every time SWK leaves. She's highly respected by all the inhabitants and can and will break your spine Bane style if the situation calls for it.

Marshal Liu - Mean bisexual. Marshal Ma's sister and the bane of her existence. On duty she takes her role very seriously. Off duty she likes to keep Ma on her toes with her dumbassery. She's easy going, hates clothes, and loves to fight. She has a slightly concerning amount of knives on her person at all times. She is big gay for General Beng.

General Beng - Meaner lesbian. A siamang and the largest and tallest of the generals. She enjoys dressing up, tea (both kinds), and a good party. She has a very short fuse. While her size and strength alone would generally deter anyone from testing her temper, there are always idiots. She can fight, but she knows her Liu would enjoy it more.

General Ba - The youngest of the generals. While she's not shy, she is very quiet. She does not waste her words. But, when she speaks, the others will stop whatever they're doing to listen. She likes to spend her free time in the libraries. Get her in the right mood and she'll argue with you for hours about the most random subjects.

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2. Macaque face evolution

Was trying to get a feel for Macaque's face and how it changes throughout the au. Top right is the youngest, bottom right is the oldest. Bro gets all sorts of messed up from the whole died and resurrection thing and very much looks wrong afterwards.

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3. New fit

Macaque and SWK have the whole cape thing going on, I figured SWK gave Mac one of his own when he was still training under him. I like to think it holds a lot of sentimental value to him since he still wears it in present day but he would rather get his head smashed in again than admit it.

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4. I'm sure this won't come back to bite anyone later

Eeesh. Imagine spending your whole life training to receive and keep the Sun Wukong's attention only for him to casually give it to some random human boy thousands of years later. I mean, Macaque did betray him and everything, but it's the principle.

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5. The Tongbi Gibbon Concepts

One of the four world-wrecking/celestial monkies. My brain was very focused on the whole pulling celestial bodies out of the sky part of her abilities that I made her based around that line.

Don't know if this fit is still canon as she and the Horse Monkey had a large role to play in Shadow of the King, and I'm considering if I should take them out

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Bonus:

I consider the Tongbi gibbon and the Horse Monkey to be older than both Sun Wukong and Macaque in Shadow of the King. The Horse Monkey is the eldest, but the Tongbi's age is nothing to sniff at.

That being said, that does not mean she can't be bought.

Takes place after all the traumatizing shit in SotK

Panel 1

Tongbi: Child, I am an ancient being. I hold the power of gods within me. I was witness to the birth of the Great Sage himself. I have seen nations and empires rise and fall. I have gathered and spent innumerable wealth. Yet you think you can bribe me with 20 yuan?

Panel 2

The host: ...how 'bout 30?

Panel 3

Off-panel (Horse Monkey): TONGBI!!

MK: I thought the nimbus made you airsick

Red Son: Not helping, Noodle Boy

Tongbi: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!

[lonewolfel]

AU were Zeus gives Eurylochus the choice Odysseus's life or the lives of himself and the crew.

This idea entered my brain dis-morning and wouldn't leave my brain, so instead of all my other wip or homework I should be doing I decided to write this while I'm at work.

I might do more in this universe. Feel free to ask me about the Au.

Warnings: rapid decay of a character's health, character death (off screen)

Ithaca faded from Athena's senses. Instead she know was wrapped in her Quick Thought standing on an hour glass as time steadily clicked forward.

It's been ten years since Athena had seen Odysseus. She remembered him exactly as he was then. His rage was clear, their was a heaviness on his shoulders that had steadily increased ever since he went to war, and grief from the men he had lost. There was also a sadness and a look of betrayal as she lectured him about his stupid actions.

Athena now knew that she went about it all wrong. She should have told him that the cyclops is Poseidon's son and that if he is left alive he will send his father after them. Now it was too late for that, as for all Athena's powers she can't change the past. Now though she has a chance to help her friends and she is going to take it.

"Odysseus," Athena said.

She then jumped off the hour glass diving to the other side so she may be able to peer into his past.

Odysseus stood there on Aeolus's island. In his hands was a simple bag. He looked a little battered but not any worse for wear.

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer," Aeolus giggled.

The scene shifted. Now Odysseus stood on the deck. Poseidon was before the ship elevated by a water spout. There was a gleam in his eyes that promised pain.

Odysseus looked exhausted, there were dark circles underneath his eyes. There was fear in his eyes and also horror. Clutched to his chest was the same bad that he had on Aeolus's island only now it was slightly deflated.

"Ruthlessness is mercy upon oursel-" Poseidon's words got cut off in a rush of wind that changed the scene.

Odysseus now stood in an elegant room battling the imprisoned daughter of Helios, Circe.

Circe's eyes glowed gold with her magic and divine birth. With her magic she created a chimera that stood in front of Circe.

The way that Odysseus looked sent shivers down Athena's spine. He still had the dark eye bags beneath his eyes and looked disheveled but he doesn't look actually tired. His vein's glowed white under the power of the Molly that he had eaten likely what was filling him with energy. Odysseus had his sword drawn pointed at Circe and behind him stood a large cyclops glowing white from the magic of the molly.

"One wrong move and you're done for, anything I-" Circe was cut off by the scene changing again.

This scene was slightly fuzzy around the edges. This was due to Odysseus being in Hades' domain and outside the sight of the Olympian gods. She could still make out Odysseus standing in front of a cloaked shade that seemed to be feeding off of blood.

Odysseus's eyes were bloodshot and still had dark circles underneath them.

"Song of past romance, I see the-" the shade started.

The scene changes were getting faster. Clearly these events were happening back to back.

Odysseus and his men stood on the deck of the ship clearly back to the realm of the living. They each had their weapons drawn. In the center of the deck laid a pile of five sirens. Each of them on the top part took the image of some of the crews wives or lovers including Penelope, the bottom half though was a tail revealing these women as monsters.

Odysseus's skin had taken on a sickly hue. His eyes still had bags and bloodshot. The men around him charged forward at the sirens.

"We won't take more suffering from you," Odysseus's crew said.

The scene changed this one was covered in shadows. Athena couldn't make out much details with Odysseus as the six torches were behind him. Though she could make out in the light that Odysseus was shaking slightly despite his grip on the rails of the ship and his complexion seemed to remain pale. She could see that Odysseus's blood shot eyes were focused on the water in front of them filled with pain and determination.

Then Scylla rose up from the water. Her heads attacking each of the men with the torches slowly snuffing out their lights.

"Drown in your sorrow and fears," Scylla sang.

The scene changed again. They were on the ship but a storm was over them with lightning frequently flashing. Her father hovered above the ship facing Odysseus's second in command Eurylochus.

Athena gasped at how awful Odysseus looked. It was clear that he had lost some weight likely due to malnourishment. His skin was still pale with his eyes still bloodshot with bags underneath him. On his side were hazardously tied bandages that were stained red and had puss from an ill treated wound. He was tied to the mast of the ship and that was clearly the only thing keeping Odysseus from crumbling to the ground.

"Eurylochus," Odysseus pleaded. His voice barely carried over the sound of the storm and the waves it was so weak.

"I have to save them, Ody," Eurylochus said.

He didn't look at his captain. He only kept his eyes on Zeus. He pointed over at Odysseus. Dread filled Athena at the action.

Resignation filled Odysseus's face. Her father gathered a yellow lightning bolt in his hands.

"Please, Eury, …"

Athena screamed. This shattered the hour glass causing sand and shards of glass to spray around her mind.

Athena collapsed onto her knees sobbing. She couldn't watch anymore certainly not with no ability to change anything. Seven years, he has been dead now and Athena knew nothing. She could have saved him so many times, but she didn't.

Now Odysseus has a watery grave and his family knows nothing of it. His son will have to fight tooth and nail to try and pry his birth right from his mother's suitors. Penelope will be forced to remarry.

Athena pushed down her grief and guilt. There was nothing she can do to fix this. She stood back up and repaired her realm. There were some shades of red that colored the background but she paid those no mind. She can't fix the past but she can bring at least one of his killers to justice.

"Odysseus, I swear to you that I will make Eurylochus of Same pay for his choice."

[morgana-ren]

Bailey, Leighton, both weak spots for me. If you wanted to share any thoughts, any lewd disgusting thoughts or random ideas you'd had about those two I'm more than willing to listen

Oho-ho, you came to the right place.

So here's the thing:

Bailey and Leighton are both absolutely repugnant, reprehensible characters. Most people in this game are abhorrent, yes, but these ones strike a special note with me for a few reasons, namely authority-- and the abuse of it.

Bailey's label is 'Caretaker.' He's the closest thing to a father that you have, presumably raising you since before you can remember. He's a dark mirror into what a parent should be. Where there should be unconditional love, affection, and trust, he provides exploitation, cruelty, and despair. He has absolutely zero qualms with quite literally selling you and your fellows to the debauched denizens of the town and subjecting you to one of the worst experiences that a human can physically go through, and he does it on a dime. Even other terrifying people in town seem petrified by him, and that should give a clue to how awful he really is.

Leighton is the 'Headmaster.' He is charged with your education and safety during the mandatory hours you attend his institution. He is arguably responsible for the success and the happy-ever-after of every student under his charge. Instead, he uses this power to sexually exploit the defenseless people under his care. There are multiple people over town with lingering trauma from his actions, including Daryll, and even Mickey, who has become a paranoid recluse largely in part to these actions, and has you get rid of the evidence of this abuse.

It makes these two particularly disturbing. Remy, Briar, all of the rest of them are disgusting, but they aren't beholden to you in any manner. I suppose it could be argued that Harper, as your GP, is also doing this, but it doesn't quite feel to the same degree to me.

Now, in reality, I can be counted on to be a thorn in the side of any authority figure. I have a real issue with it, and I do not like being controlled or told what to do.

In a sexual sense though?

Listen, something in my brain must've gotten twisted up along the way to adulthood because nothing gets my engine going quite like someone abusing authority. Fucked up to say, perhaps, but it is what it is. Maybe it's part of being the world's biggest brat, but who knows.

There is something enticing and utterly terrifying about it.

Bailey has access to you at your most vulnerable. It is only through him that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, and a bed to sleep in. He's a stern man who brooks no argument. You could say he's mostly the main antagonist; the one keeping you from any semblance of peace or happiness in this town by seeking you out and keeping you on a leash that he's got firmly wrapped around his hand. He isn't openly lustful-- quite the opposite, in fact. He probably has a 'I will not fuck my ward, I will not fuck my ward' mantra he repeats in his head.

Your presence is required at school, and Leighton will use any and all opportunities to exploit that, and he isn't shy about telling you. While not as much of an active antagonist as Bailey, he certainly is as evil. He seems to revel in using his position to meet his own.. uh.. "ends" and you aren't his only target in doing so.

Bailey is more difficult to provoke than Leighton. It requires a high ass seduction check to even get into the position of seducing him, and even higher skills to get him off. He wants to see you first and foremost as a cheque to be cashed, and he makes a point not to muddy his hands in the goods if he can help it. However, if you squint, all the signs are there that he isn't immune to your siren's call.

When you call, he comes running. Scream in the bathroom? Oh, he's fuckin' there. Disappear for a little bit too long? He seeks you out. You're a grown ass adult and his method of punishment is... bending you over his desk to spank you? If you do manage to seduce him, I think he lets a bit more slip than he actually intends to, saying things like "You've always belonged to me" and other possessive sentiments (most especially if you lose your virginity to him) that sort of give away that he's clearly thought about this more than once and is seriously going to indulge now that he finally has you.

Leighton on the other hand? Leighton wears his lust on his sleeve.

If you step foot in the brothel (whether to work there or just to get yourself a shiny fake ID,) Leighton is fuckin' quick on the draw to grab you, which tells me he's had his eye on you for a while. If you proceed to work at the brothel, he hires you the moment he sees you. Annoy him for even a second at school? It's spanking time. Be a little bit of a rascal at school? Get your tits out and lather 'em up! You're washing his car while he watches and twitches because he can't openly attack you here. Try to defend Sydney and say you'll take a part of the punishment? My man practically crawls out of his skin right then and there.

He has a high level of self-control, but it is easily possible to drive that man up a wall with the right actions, and it's pretty apparent from the get-go that he has his sights set on you in less than appropriate ways. Thing is, he really won't act outright similar to Bailey. He's more a voyeur than anything, preferring to watch and document rather than actually take part. It seems like a control thing for me, and also probably so he has dirt on everyone else while keeping his own hands relatively clean, but like with most things, I bend parts of the character in my mind to suit my tastes.

They're both difficult to outright seduce. They're both controlling, hideous fiends that abuse their vulnerable charges. They're monsters. Powerful monsters capable of foul, dastardly things.

Can you imagine being the weak point of that monster?

[according2thelore]

Oh I'm SO curious about all the wips you've mentioned but I'm especially interested in 🐺

I've been so curious about it ever since you brought it up and I'm DESPERATE for any of the alpha/omega verse, especially the collar idea UGH

I'd also really be interested in hearing about 🌀 cause I loooove unhinged sam in mystery spot(also I'm a gore fan sooo)

And of course I'm a whore for the es/ls verse so👴

Your brain is just so large I want to know EVERYTHING

hello!!!

EEE i'm so glad you liked the idea!!! <3 because it's you, i've just made these straight-up excerpts, lol! i hope that's okay!

here they are! i'm putting a cut for cannibalism mention (no actual cannibalism but you cannot be too careful!) for the 🌀 one!

🐺: Dean used to have a collar. Sam knows he did. Sam realizes, then, that Dean probably can’t use it anymore because it was a juvenile collar. It’s probably too small, now, and that makes Sam sick to his stomach.

It was green. Sam knows because he picked it out for him. He was eight, and he, Dad, and Dean had gone into an actual mall to find a clothing store that sold them. They were driving back and forth across Texas taking out cases here and there, and the motel receptionist outside of San Antonio had taken one look at Dean and gave Dad a warning glare.

He can’t be here like that. People might get the wrong idea.

🌀: (context, sam shoves his thumb into dean's bullet hole after dean accidentally shoots himself in the head, insane context i know)

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean says, like Sam hadn’t just been knuckle-deep in his frontal lobe (the lobe in charge of planning, foresight, sequential thought, expressive language, Sam remembers). Sam wants to go back and press harder into Dean’s frontal lobe, see if he can completely erase the memory that Dean even has a brother.

Sam hadn’t been tracking Dean’s facial expression and realizes that he’s completely sobered, eyebrows pressed together in thinly veiled concern.

“Hey, you’re okay.” Dean says, something that he used to say after Sam had nightmares, three months ago. Sam can only imagine what he looks like. Shattered, probably.

“I want to eat your hypothalamus” Sam says. Dean blinks at him. His brow furrows farther.

“My what?” Dean asks, not sounding as disturbed as he probably should be.

“It’s the part of your brain that loves me.” Sam says, "I want it gone." He rolls over in bed, and goes back to sleep. 

Sam wakes up.

👴: A thought picks at his brain. Wait. Before Cold Oak. 2006. Sam turns to look at Dean, who’s still sitting at the table. His eyes are watching Sam intensely, and Sam wonders what he must look like to this Dean. Does he look like some funhouse mirror, twisting something well-worn and comfortable into something hulking, monstrous? Sam knows that he’s not the same shape he was when he was twenty-three. He almost wants to reach up and push his hair back. He had his bangs in 2006, right? He remembers Dean ragging on him a bunch for it. It’s almost to his shoulders now, but Dean hasn’t said anything. Sam wonders what that means. Dean—his Dean—loves to tuck it behind his ears, loves to brush it aside so he can kiss Sam’s neck, loves to have a hand in it when they kiss. And he still loves to make fun of him for it. The thought is jarring enough to get Sam’s brain back with the program. He clears his throat.

thank you for this ask! <3 i hope you enjoyed!!

-lizzy

(from this ask game here!)

[godsofhumanity]

You should make some general Thor headcanons since Marvel helped him become a popular god

okie i have some ideas.

i'll be real. marvel is what got me into norse mythology, and i find it super difficult to separate chris hemsworth's Thor from mythology Thor. so my hc's are pretty similar to that portrayal.

personality wise, i think Thor is generally a friendly guy. i mean, i dont think he makes friends as quickly as say, Freyr and Bragi, but deep down, he has a heart of gold and anyone who knows him, knows that this is true.

Thor doesn't really have any filter. he says exactly what he is thinking. he's call things as they are.

i think this makes his relationship with Loki very interesting. marvel has Loki and Thor as brothers, but in myth, that dynamic works better between Loki and Odin instead. so, my hc is that after Odin, i think Thor might interact with Loki the most largely because Loki is a *bit* scared of Thor.

Thor is superrrr strong. maybe the strongest in Asgard after Odin. his lightning is feared by everyone, as it should be. AND he has a temper to match.

with Thor, it's a short temper, but quicker placation. you can easily defuse his anger by apologising, or telling a joke, or acknowledging the situation. i don't think he holds on to troubles. so that's why with Loki, who perpetually sets everyone off, Thor tolerates Loki a lot because he just doesn't get angry for a long time. and once Loki has served his punishment for the crime of the day, Thor is satisfied... UNTIL of course Baldr's death which is simply too tragic to deserve any redemption.

now. as it has been said before, Thor isn't that smart. i think he's a bit all brawn and no brains. and that's ok. Asgard wouldn't want it any other way.

Sif is the love of Thor's life. i think he's always showering her with compliments and gifts.

i find it SUPER interesting that Sif has a son (Ullr) who is not fathered by Thor, while Thor has children Magni and Modi who are not mothered by Sif.

in all likelihood, Magni and Modi are products of extramarital affairs but i'm sick of having to write about gods and goddesses who cheat, so i hc that Magni and Modi, like Ullr, are products of previous marriages.

being warriors, and gods who are susceptible to death, it's completely possible that Thor and Sif's previous spouses/partners fell in battle... or perhaps even simply that they amicably left those partners because the relationship didn't work. idk,, i haven't thought about those details too hard just yet.

Sif has a GREAT relationship with her stepsons, and Thor has a GREAT relationship with his stepson.

i like the idea of Ullr being the eldest son. and i think he has gotten along with Thor from the start. Thor seems like a guy who wants a huge family, so having four kids i think is pretty good and natural for him.

Thor is a dad-joke kinda guy. and he also laughs at absolutely anything.

as i have mentioned before in my hc's with Frigg,, i believe Thor gets along with his stepmum very well. i think he has a lot of respect for hierarchy and power, and being a stepdad himself, i cannot imagine that he has a bone to pick with Frigg. it helps that Thor's own mother Jörð is treated well by Frigg and looked after by Odin too.

with Odin, i don't think Thor is that close. i hc Odin to spend a bit more time with the children of his who will take up important roles in his kingdom; for example, Baldr who is his heir, or Tyr and Freyja who would take charge of defense and war strategies, etc.

because Thor isn't all that bright, i don't think he that much responsibility in terms of organisation or management... he is simply a powerhouse who lends his aid when it's requested.

that's not to say that Thor and Odin don't like each other. they just have a different relationship. they are similar in terms of their personality, and i think Odin definitely would have given Thor instruction in the art of war, etc.

anyhow. amongst the rest of the gods, Thor gets along very well with Bragi. Thor loves music a lot, even if he sings offkey when drunk (which is most of the time).

he also enjoys spending time with Heimdallr. i think Heimdallr would tell Thor stories when he was a child that Thor later still recalls to tell his own children (Heimdallr is the eldest child).

strangely enough, i think Thor is one of the few gods who manages to break the ice (haha) with Skadi when she first comes to Asgard. because she's a hothead and Thor's a hothead and they're both super strong, i think they can go toe-to-toe with each other.

so yeah. there u go :)

[milks-thoughts]

IM MAKING MORE :DD since people seemed to like my last post

this is so self-indulgent I can’t. I'm sorry if this writing is dog water

not proofread!

word count: 867

TW: death, war, apocalypse, illness, it’s bad future rottmnt we all know what’s going down

“ And it was nice “

Your hands gently shook, you looked at the smooth ground. Your lover's shell laying on the wall. your mouth opens in a small breathy intake before you sobbed.

" I knew you once, and it was nice. "

You were 16, a dumb teenager doing a science experiment on your roof. the chemical compound had exploded and colored the roof in a purple disaster. you turned and looked at your friend, his normally green face was purple like yours. a small laugh left you as you tried cleaning his face. he pushed you off and grumbled at you "C'mon! let me help- I was the one who wasn't listening to you and made the mess " Donnie just glared and you playfully shoved him a bit

" I knew your brain and your heart...and all your insides "

The first major casualty of the resistance hurt. it was a group of 30 that ended like a few ants on the sidewalk. It was a mission to infiltrate the Kraang and destroy a large portion of them. Donnie's tech had been destroyed like nothing like the titanium was just toothpicks. it had hurt him but no one said anything about it. your oh so rough hands held his face gently. he leaned into your touch and you simply sat there, letting his fears wash away. your gentle touches helped to heal his scars.

"Oh, I could tell, just with a look. what you were thinking, that's all it took "

Donnie glared after Leo, it was their fourth argument of the week and it was only Wednesday. April held CJ close to her before walking off, Mikey left in the middle again. you sighed and followed after Donnie, his prosthetic leg uncomfortably moving with each stride. his eyebrows furrowed in what one person could explain as anger. But you could see, he was scared. you all were. Cassandra died and left a child with the resistance, the apocalypse was no place for a baby after all. you caught up to your lover, his gaze softened when he turned to you. you simply held his face like all those years ago. you quickly learned to become the glue after Raph died a few months back

" you shared your secrets, and I shared mine "

He looked down and spoke to you of his plans " I'm going to plant an explosive in the Kraang base " he spoke of your mission in a few months. the resistance was charging the main Kraang base. you planned to attack Kraang Prime and hit him where it hurt. your eyes widened as he continued " the explosive will only detonate if you are within ten feet of it " your eyes widened in horror "Donatello no! " you yelled at him, already knowing what he was planning " the resistance needs this! " you felt tears brim your eyes as you sucked in a shaky breath " But I need you " the silence had never been more deafening.

" silence was comfy, without having to try "

You were going over food and other supplies, and he was fixing someone's prosthetic that had gotten stuck. Donnie, he smiled at you. It was another late night when you both struggled to fall asleep. You remembered nights like this before everything happened. Nights where you would draw, or do late-night school reports. and he worked on tech, you missed school even if it was hell. the apocalypse started right as you started college, April had convinced you to join her.

" We swapped our smiles, gifted advice "

Donnie smiled widely at you once you both figured out how to get the power working again. the resistance needed power, especially in the infirmary. He glanced at your paper afterward, you were quickly placed in charge of keeping track of food and other materials " you should also write when they'll expire " you hummed in agreement. too many times the food you have relied on has gone bad. You looked at the machine he was working on " you should grease the cogs a bit more, it's not gonna go fast enough "

" yes, I knew you once "

you tried fighting against Leo's hold as Mikey led the remaining resistance away. the plan had gone terribly and Donnie, your love, your life died for no reason. All you had left was a battleshell, his mask wrapped around one of its arms. you sobbed into its hard material. you have never felt more anguish, not even when you lost your parents.

" And it was nice "

the resistance had gotten sick with some strange illness. you were recovering from an amputated leg. April stayed at your side the whole time, they all knew you weren't going to survive. Hell, you knew you won't survive. so you held out until CJ had become a nice young man, and Mikey had such power that he could open portals, where April's hair had started to become gray. you couldn't help but let go, illness was pain, it was suffering. your eyes had become sunken in and your body was refusing food. You didn't feel as tired anymore. You blinked and saw the one person you prayed you'd see in death " I wondered when you were finally going to rest my love "

[defiantscribe]

Trouble with Getting in a Routine

Well, I find myself needing some kind of outlet as I just don't know how to honestly express myself in any other format other than rambling to a notepad via keyboard.

So here goes.

I've been struggling with my job lately. Nothing in particular is wrong with it, I just hate it. I don't like having to be at someone's beck and call and deal with dumb shit in order to live. I've always been a whiner about my need to have a job. I've never liked having a job, I would really rather not have a job. If I could have a large sum of money that I was in charge of just trying to organize/maintain a comfortable existence, that would be the best course for me. I just do not like having to fit into this mold of being a worker.

Never have, never will. I feel almost like an artist with no art. That when I want to create or contribute, I will, otherwise, let me brood until that time comes.

Granted, a lot of how I operate, function and perform in life would need to drastically change for that kind of thing to improve or even happen, but it's ideally what I want. I just hate having to be somewhere at a particular time to do things just to have the comfort of living well. It's a balls mentality. Not that it's not necessary, mind you, I just don't like the idea of it.

Worst part about it is that I'm good at what I do, but I just don't like doing it. I don't wanna deal with people all day long. I would much rather have a job where I'm in charge of doing stuff off hours, non-customer related that I could just plug in my headphones and knock the fuck out and move onto the next thing at my own pace. I don't like being on phones, I don't like talking with people, I don't like any of it.

I am just so tired of feeling like I'm having to take on someone else's problems.

I've done that for a long time, I'm tired of doing it.

Whine over, back to work.

Still working, but felt like typing more since I was going somewhere with this, but didn't. I believe I've fallen into a bad pattern of internet usage and viewing. I enjoy the things I watch and the content I consume, but I honestly feel that it's started to take control of my brain and I need to stop the pattern of misuse/abuse to get my brain back in order.

I find myself watching twitch streamers most of the day, consuming the lives of young people with massive amounts of "brain rot" and finding myself unable to turn away. I'm currently watching a collaboration between users right now as I type this. I had to turn the audio off so I could concentrate long enough to type this out because it's like being in an elevator with drunk sorority girls chattering their asses off the entire ride to the top of the Empire State building.

And then at night I find myself caught in an infinity scroll of doom in Youtube shorts. It's quick little hits of dopamine like this that cause me to not fall asleep at a decent time. I find myself taking naps at weird times, sleeping through alarms and having a general sense of discord towards the things that should matter in my own life for the sake of consuming content from others.

And this is problematic.

I don't feel good while consuming it, I find myself chainsmoking while just scrolling and trying to think of ways I could be in this workspace and how to break into shit like this.

Honestly…. I want to sorta be in this space, but the other side is I would REALLY rather not. I just need to get my own personal health in check. I'm not taking meds or doing treatments like I should be and the only person to blame is myself, yet I'm not changing what I'm doing to make this work. I need to get my diabetes in check, I need to stop smoking, I need to fix my fucking body, but I keep finding ways of avoiding it and then complaining about how much I hurt or how frustrated or defeated I am by it. I'm my own worst enemy and I need to stop.

So, I plan on just start cutting my "leisure internet" consumption back severely in an attempt of finding other ways of occupying my time and focusing on making better choices or getting those things I've constantly been putting off taken care of.

Here's hoping cause if this doesn't work, I really don't know what I'm going to do moving forward, if I can even move forward.

[hineini]

euphemistic? honest? different between folk, thank you

I went to a program about, as marketing phrased it, visible and invisible disabilities yesterday afternoon, hoping to lean anything realistic plus enable my understanding of certain ways we have potential to be different to improve.

Hard saying that happened a second.

If anything was a defining feature of that hour and a half, it was one of the women in charge of the event being emphatic that no one should use the expression differently-abled to self-describe and/or make reference to others due to its offensive, euphemistic nature.

Safe saying I was taken pretty aback by her assertion since, excuse me, I've always self-described like that. I'd obviously respect others' vocab preference if they felt able to teach me that lesson; doesn't mean I wouldn't expect them to respect mine too, thank you.

My attempt to improve my understanding through firing an email to her once everything had finished and I was home, outright coming out about my seizure condition to contextualize my analogy that ability's pretty akin to a spectrum or tower and people can prove-as I'm known to put it-stereotypically able, differently-abled or disabled based off any individual circumstance of theirs, whether at large or that specific day (obviously mine's linked to the latter since, if I don't have a seizure any random date you want, I'm stereotypically able. Meanwhile, I will hardly feel able to do anything and thus wind up disabled due to fatigue if my brain has an electric surge on the date picked for that transpire) hardly had success accomplishing anything. I simply received a youtube video link that talked about vocabulary that's problematic in nature, including handicapable (God knows I gagged when I saw that on the job as an EA years ago) and special needs (extremely easy to debate long run much as its pretty entrenched nature in education will be slow if not impossible to make disappear). Did that help me grow? No, it definitely didn't. It simply felt like someone was trying to convince me I'm not supposed to have any right to acknowledge my reality every day. Spare me.

Something severe would have to happen to make me want to offer disabled as an always applicable adjective to my life despite others' desire if not determination for that to change as soon as it can. I'm not exactly embarrassed by the fact my erratic medical condition won't affect me every day and I want to enable that to be recognized. As I wrote when replying to the woman who sent me the video, conditions aren't always boring binaries and we should have maximum freedom to describe and/or explain them to others, hard as it might feel for activists to hear something like that. She has full right to regard differently-abled as euphemistic due to its erasure of disabilities if she's so inclined; meanwhile, chez moi it feels completely honest, making it feel best if anything's necessary to describe me due to that annoying medical condition of mine.

[rjshepherd]

Resident evil Village- Crystals and why theyre important.

I SHOULD BE WORKING ON KARL ASKS BUT IF I DONT WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN IM GOING TO FUCKIN SCREAM

OK SO LIKE

CRYSTALS.

THE FUCK ARE THE CRYSTALS?

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY AND WHY ARE THEY IMPORTANT?

Maybe I can answer? Or at the very least, throw out some theories and shit for people to enjoy

All this contains spoilers for the whole game as well as a lot of talk about the lords of the village.

Ok so we know from in game texts that when molded people die, their cells

Calcify and turn into a crystal/crystal quartz. Usually they crumble into nothing, like marguerite baker or eveline at the end of the game. However given that the end of zoe dlc is canon, we know that A) this process can be done on people who are still alive and B) This process is potentially reversible.

So if you look at Zoe in the dlc, she's frozen in crystal as a punishment by Evie, not fully but enough to be unconscious and imobile. Evie does this remotely as punishment for trying to escape her, she doesn't need to see or touch Zoe to do this. Her uncle has to get her “serum” which breaks down the crystals and lets her move again. None of this cures the mold in her body, it’s very likely she’ll be like mia; needing treatment for the mold or having small amounts of mold in her body for the rest of her life. But regardless, Zoe lives, now Something akin to Jill Valentine in re3 and 5. Jill is infected with the t-virus and given a vaccine by Carlos, but this doesn't actually cure her completely. The whole reason re5 even happened was because jill had trace amounts of t-virus in her body ( that wesker then used to make his uroboros stronger and so on).Despite 3 years of medicine, mia still has mold in her; we know this because Rose has mold in her and because miranda was using mia for her mold experiments. She couldnt do that if mia was cured completely

I should stop beating around the bush and get to the point of why I'm even mentioning this. My theory is that if you were able to get the crystalised remains of a mold infected person, you could potentially bring them back to life using serum or something similar.

Now, before you go spitting at me for reaching, hear me out. We know from both Miranda's research and from the BSAA’s field notes that the mutamycte “catalogs” memories of those in the village infected with the mold. In a room adjacent to a large strand of mold, quite close to where you learn Miranda is after some sort of “data” ( later suggested to be Eva’s memories to implant in rose) there is a cave filled with crystals that Ethan can shoot down from the roof and take. This close to the section where karl tells you to exit via a mausoleum, in a graveyard with presumably a lot of dead bodies. Could this cave be the remains of villagers long since dead ? been there so long theyve calcified? Could the mold have Stored them there like some sort of people library?

Before anyone says this is nonsense, know this. Rosemary was crystalised and put into containers. Once her parts were reunited and she was bathed in mold, she was able to come back. Could the same not work for the crystal fragments of the lords and alcinas daughters? They have very large crystal remains, alcina leaves almost her entire body behind as a crystal, much like zoe. If you were to expose these remains to serum to decalcify them and let the mold do its healing thing, could people be revived?

I dont think it's TOO far fetched to say you could put memories in crystal. The crystal resembles quartz, which has the ability to hold an electric charge. Theoretically if it was a particularly special quartz, it could hold the electric impulses from a person's brain when they think and form memories. It's not TOO far out of the reach of science fiction.

This isn't even taking into account the cadou. Yes, it could be a memory thing but It seems to me that it's sort of a signal booster or relay hub for the mold. It could potentially send information to and from the main mold body under the village, explaining why/ how the mold catalogs people without having to touch them like it did with Miranda. For example, On a smaller scale, Donna uses her parasite to spread her powers out over her dolls, but the central parasite is in her face/brain. Or at least, that's the implication. Miranda's diary states she spread her cadou over many dolls, not cadou(s) as in many parasites, just the one. Meaning all the dolls are a part of her singular parasite and thus part of the network for the mold, similar to the mutamycte and its network of villagers , lycans and other infected.

I know I don't have much canon proof. This is mostly me speculating and it’s unlikely we’ll ever get confirmation, even in dlc form.

BUT.

It’s my theory that Ethan is carrying around the cadou parasites in crystals, not just the crystal remains, which means he is not only carrying around their bodies but also potentially their memories, which is all that would be needed to revive the person, should the right conditions be met.

We very clearly see enemies crumble to dust when they die, it would be hard to bring someone back from that. However in the case of the lords, parts are left, much larger amounts of dry mold than the rest of the enemies, with the exception of Donna.

However her real parasite could be in Angie, who survives the fight and is something we can carry with us. Same with Alcina, we see her being fed the parasite by Miranda in one of her journals, meaning her parasite is in her chest. What part of her remains do we take with us?

Ah yes, her torso with a large hole where the heart should be. It works with the others too:

The girls' torsos have similar holes or voids that could easily hold a parasite.

Miranda's diary mentions moreau developing fish parts, notes that his brain has grown into his spite and out his back. Where are all his fish parts and most likely his parasite? On his back, with the eyes. Which is what we carry with us.

Karl is exactly the same, his remains look like organs, possibly intestines or even a brain and spine. Karl is specifically noted to have gained electric organs from being infected with a Cadou, so it makes sense his crystal remains contain parts of his organs but not his flesh or bones.

If you still don't believe me, this works for smaller enemies too. Karl notes in his experiment music box ( can be listened to in the operation room) that he has removed the heart of the person he is experimenting on and replaced it with a Cadou. This creates the soldat eins and soldat zwei ; do you wanna guess what they drop when they die? Crystal metal hearts.

Side note i think the complex mechanical crystal heart from the Strum is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen and i want one for my living room.

Again, no solid proof and a lot of speculation/ reading between the lines on my part. But there has to be some solid reason why we get these remains, aside from treasures. They have lore and flavor text attached, they can't just be pretty baubles with nothing behind them.

All of this really begs the question though.

What does the duke want with them?

He himself states that he can feel “lord heisenberg's essence” through the crystal. Does he know something we don't?

Right, I've rambled enough. I have more to say about what a dick miranda is but that will have to wait till i can get my screenshots from the ps4 so

Tldr im sad the lords are dead and i'm looking for a canon excuse to bring them back. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[hawksky]

You wake up on your ex's fire escape; wc 2.5k

A/N: I don't really know how to categorize this ? starts as funny, gets into angst with a happy/hopeful ending. I might write this again for another character and make it 0 angst but using Megumi just let this get away from me. Thank you @sixeyesgojo for reading through my first draft, it helped me edit a lot since 😘. Although I have not looked over the ending since I wrote it, I'm done working on this fic so sorry if it falls flat.

CW: Mentions of excessive alcohol consumption.

Suggested listening: song 1 and song 2 you can pick just one to cater your experience (they are VERY different vibes) or switch over around the shampoo situation.

Objectively, there were good ways to wake up. In the arms of a beautiful person, with cold sheets and a warm body, or with the scent of your favourite breakfast wafting through the air. No disrespect to mornings at all, there were good ways to wake up, you were mature enough to recognize this.

A perplexingly rough, wet, and warm sensation gliding across your cheek, while last night’s jeans dug into your waist, and there was a pounding in your head? It was fairly safe to say this was not a good way to wake up.

It spoke volumes for how out of it you were that it was only just beginning to register in your brain that you weren’t at home, you were not even on a bed, and that the continued licks across your face were the work of animal far too large to be one of your friends cats.

“Fucking hell you’re supposed to be intimidating” you hear a voice grumble without much heat behind it.

As you forced your eyes open you are met with an excited dog tapping its paws in excitement of your presence, and the man behind the half hearted grumble. His gaze was unmistakably familiar, but his expression could not be more foreign to you.

“uhm, Hi” you croaked out while plastering a wide grin in hopes he wouldn’t murder you.

His eyebrow raised on instinct in response. You knew he was waiting for you to explain what you were doing, but the reality was you didn’t have an answer.

“I wish I could explain, but honestly I’m not sure what happened – last thing I remember was being bought another shot… Wait, where am I exactly?” You were desperately hoping you came off as charming instead of pathetic given the circumstances.

“How out of it are you?” he scrunched his face in confusion as he muttered to himself. “You’re on my fire escape, it’s in Ikebukuro? Tokyo… Japan, in case you needed the reminder”

It felt infantilizing to have him scold you like this, which only made this next part all the more difficult. You were not supposed to be Ikebukuro. You were not supposed to be in Tokyo. You were supposed to be in Yokohama. What was even more concerning is that you were definitely not supposed to be on your old fire escape, the one connected to the apartment your ex still lived in.

As you painstakingly pushed yourself upright, a warm weight laid on your upper thigh, a furry face nuzzling into your stomach – you wondered if she was aware of tension between you and her owner. You scratched behind her ears, letting Jade know she was in fact a good girl despite the earlier reprimand from her owner.

As much as you’d love to spend the day sitting on a fire escape petting your ex’s dog, you had to go home, you just need to call –

Your phone. Where was your phone? You felt around frantically for your phone, only to come up with nothing. A light sense of panic bubbles in the pit of your stomach, only to be swiftly interrupted.

“it’s already charging, I plugged it in last night, you dropped in inches away from falling down”

So, he was still watching you despite having returned inside long ago. It was difficult for you to parse this sort of gesture, how caring could it be to plug someone’s phone in when you still left them to sleep outside? Maybe he was just doing everything he could to get rid of you. It was too much to try and analyze for someone who blacked out and woke up in a different city.

“Why did you come here?” you hear him bite out from inside. It sounds harsh, but it feels like his stange way of inviting you inside.

“I don’t know what you’ve picked up from these circumstances, but not knowing is kind of a part of the problem. Believe me, there’s no amount of conscious desperation that would leaf me to sleeping on a fire escape, even yours”

You glanced around the apartment to avoid his void expression; it was spotless. But it was even harder noticing, the turned over picture frames, your favourite quilt still on the back of the couch – remnants of the past living in the present.

This tension only increased as a mug of freshly brewed green tea was placed in front of you. How thoughtful to remember you hated coffee, to realize your throat was probably killing you – you would have tasted a creeping bitterness from all these emotions, if it wasn’t overpowered by what was the distinct taste of your favourite brand that had to be special ordered.

He had always complained, there were plenty of good options for tea at the grocery store, why wasn’t that enough for you? It was so much extra effort to special order from a tea shop across town, the only place that you were able to charm the owner into ordering for you.

“How are you still so fucking awful at taking care of yourself?” he spat the words out like an insult, it was jarring honestly. Despite the time away from each other, it was no less strange to feel his detachment.

He moved towards the door beckoning Jade to follow. “There’s a towel and change of clothes in the bathroom, you should probably take a shower. If I’m not back by the time you leave, just lock up before you go, I haven’t moved the spare key.” Without looking back or waiting for a response he left.

You were starting to recognize your growing frustration – you had known him how long? Dated and lived together for a not-insignificant amount of time? Yet here you were, no idea how to interpret this strange morning, much less his last comment. Did he want you to be here when he returned? Were you supposed to leave and act like you had never been there? Could he genuinely be as indifferent as he wanted you to believe? It pissed you that your feelings were probably plain on your face.

You searched for your phone, finding it on what used to be your side of the couch. It felt ridiculous to think you ever had a side of the couch, but you were both creatures of habit and slowly without even thinking you both made your own little sanctuary mere metres away from each other.

You awoke your phone, expecting a flood of texts and phone calls from your friends, only to find nothing. Not a single check in from anyone. You open the group chat and furiously tap out a message.

<Hey assholes who let me go home on my own last night? Anyways good job I blacked out and I’m on Fushiguro’s fire escape! You are all absolutely useless to me I swear to god.>

Your phone vibrates rapidly as you place it down but you’re not in the mood to field their questions.

You’re tempted to leave now, just to get it over with, go home and crawl into bed and forget any of this ever happened. But, you felt gross, it was late enough in the morning that you could run into someone you knew, and you missed the water pressure here.

As you got ready for your shower you surveyed your options. You refused to smell like him, but the only other bottle in the shower was doggy shampoo. Surely dog’s fur and human hair weren’t so different right? Jade did have a beautiful coat, very soft and shiny… You reprimanded yourself for the ridiculous idea, but the point remained, there had to be something else for you to use.

Your brain, far more alert than it was 30 minutes ago, thought of all the things he hadn’t changed, all the fixtures still in place. You had always kept an extra set of all your supplies under the sink. By the grace of all that is good on this cruel cruel earth, they were there, in all their dusty glory, your prized hygiene products sat unmoved under the sink. It would have been sick and twisted to have to leave your ex-boyfriend’s apartment smelling exactly like him, left to spend the rest of the day agonizing over whether you should take another shower.

As you entered the shower you wondered more. He had to have noticed the softness in your eyes, the faint smile you wore just having an ounce of his attention again, the way ti widened at every caring gesture, and falling with every biting remark.

Yes, it hurt every day missing him. Yes, it would hurt if he hated you. But none of that compared to the feeling of not knowing. What were you supposed to do with all these residual feelings that have yet to go away? Were they worth the suffocation or should you strip them away?

You were proud of yourself, all these reminders of what you once had, in a place you once loved, and you had yet to break down, not even shedding a tear. If you weren’t wrapping yourself in a towel, you would’ve given yourself a pat on the back. This victory was short lived, everyone’s strength has its limits and you had taken yours too far past it already. But then you saw it, something you were completely unprepared for.

Laid neatly on top the closed laundry basket was THE outfit. It was nothing special to anyone else, just a grey sweater and loose joggers, but how many days had you spent alone breathing in his scent for comfort while he was gone? How many hard days at work had you reaching for these exact pieces as if they were the cure to all your problems?

Unable to support your own weight anymore, you fell to the tiled floor, tears spilling out, as your already sore throat grew even more hoarse – you felt like everything was collapsing around you. You weren’t expecting to see him, and you certainly weren’t expecting to need him in so many little ways. It was easy to forget how easily he weaves himself into your life, encroaching on everything you do.

The world disappeared behind each shallow breath, and an endless stream of tears you couldn’t control. Your fingers scratch against your forearms repeatedly, trying to ground yourself in some reality you could no longer grasp. It is so exhausting trying to be over him, going through these cycles of strong emotions, over and over and over again.

Suddenly, for the second time in as few hours, you felt an overwhelming weight encompass your body.

Of course, his stupid fucking perfect dog would still know how to bring you out of a panic attack like he had spent so much time training when you started dating. You clutched to Jade as your breathing slowed, but it did nothing to stop your sobs, if anything it was just another painful reminder of everything you let go.

“Uhhh….” Megumi was frozen at the door, for the first time today he didn’t know what to do. His indifferent façade dropped as he observed the scene on his bathroom floor.

There’s nothing left to lose, not for a moment that he has seen this morning have you possessed more than an ounce of dignity, “So that’s it? You don’t know what to do either? You know it’s been a whole fucking year and I still haven’t figured out how to live without you. A whole year and I’m still a mess. I can’t survive being reminded of us, look at me. And yet every attempt to get over you was a knife twisting because they’ll never be you. Now I’m here and I get to witness the wonderful Megumi Fushiguro, unaffected, and you… you have it all together.” You trail off, giving to him everything left in you.

You weren’t expecting the confused and indignant expression on his face, “You think this is having it together?” His voice lightly raising with each word “This place might as well be a sealed shrine to you and our relationship. I haven’t thrown a single thing out, moved any furniture, bought anything new – the only thing that’s ‘new’ is your stupid tea I keep buying even though I hate it, and for fucks sake y/n I should’ve moved out. Every part of me that looks like I have it together is just my version of a mess.” He brushes a stray strand out of your face, his own face moving far too close for this to be purely platonic anymore “y/n I’m no better off than you are, I’ve just kept everyone from looking”.

“So what are we supposed to do with all this?” Your eyes shining, naïve hope seeping through your defenses at the confirmation that he couldn’t live without you either.

“We could try again” Somehow, it wasn’t quite what you needed to hear. “I, am going to get dressed, and then we’ll talk, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He nodded lightly, pulling himself up and exiting with Jade on his heels.

Dressed in the clothes you thought would burn your skin to even touch let alone wear, you let out a long sigh as you sit on at the breakfast nook. “Look, Megumi, I need to know if you’ve worked through it, any of it? I can’t, I can’t wait another three years for you to tell me you can’t say the words I love you, that you can’t commit to more than a yearly rental, I can’t just have you here I need more security than that”

He pursed his lips, unsure of what he could say to that, how he could make sure you didn’t leave again.

“Megumi, I don’t need you to say it to me today, I don’t need you to commit to anything today, but I have to know you’ve tried that I can’t keep waiting for you”

“I… Just give me a minute, please” his voice weak pleading with you. You waited, knowing better than to rush him, laying a hand on top of his assuring him you weren’t going to run out the door.

“y/n, I’m supposed to be honest and vulnerable, I’m supposed to tell myself that people won’t abandon me just because I give them access to who I really am. I want to tell you I love you, because there’s no other explanation for feeling this way. For feeling like your eyes outshine the stars, that your mind is more brilliant than the sun. I’ve tortured myself for a year with the idea of you meeting someone who could give you everything I couldn’t, and selfishly I prayed they were awful, I wished you were miserable so I pretend the truth wasn’t real that I was not enough for you, that I couldn’t give you what you needed. I’ve never seen a loving relationship, certainly not for long enough to form memories, but I look at you and I can’t imagine anything else”

Your thumb reaches to brush away the stray tear sliding down his face as he spoke to you. Manoeuvring yourself around to be on the same side of the nook as him, you pull him into you, letting him bury his head into the crook of your neck. You placed a gentle kiss into his hair before whispered into his ear “You were always enough, I just needed you to know it too.”

not not a tag list: @satosuguslut @sandyscastle

[corvus-rex-a-b-o]

My brain's been scattered lately and I keep coming back to Omega Keith. And I've been rewatching VLD with someone who quit after the beginning of s.3 just bc they hate Lotor so much. We're up to halfway through s.6 now. They want to see all of it even though they know what happens. But then it got me thinking sideways, like I do, and started writing again even though I'm working my way through my selections for Julance. Day 15 is late, but I'm still working on it! Anyway, here's part of what my weird brain space came up with (set during the Quantum Abyss adventure, although it's a little different and takes far less time).

“I have to admit, I was a little surprised when you were born an Omega,” Krolia said one night. There had been another fluctuation in space-time, and Krolia had to watch as Keith suffered through his first heat relatively alone at the Garrison.

“Are there not many Galra male Omegas?” he asked.

“No, there are, I just had a feeling that you were an Alpha before you were born. But then your father told me you were an Omega. It just wasn’t what I was expecting. Galra Omegas are held in fairly high regard for the sheer tenacity shown when protecting their kits. That feeling can extend to those under their command, and Omega mothers are often put in charge of crews. When’s your next heat?”

Keith sighed, poking the fire. “Soon. It’s going to be bad. It’s the first one I’ve had away from Lance in a long time. It won’t be long. Felt off when I woke up this morning.”

Krolia moved from her spot, sitting beside her son. “Off how?” she asked, her tone concerned.

Keith was confused. He was 19 and been dealing with heats for the last 7 years. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what to expect. He knew what heats without an Alpha were like. Knew what heats without his Alpha were like. His biggest concerns at that moment were building a nest and the embarrassment of having to go through it in front of the mother he hadn’t seen since he was an infant pup.

“Just off. I know my heat’s coming. I was thinking of holing up inside the ship. I think I’ll feel better there.”

“Good idea. The environmental seal will keep the predators from picking up your scent. It is a bit different. You smell sweeter. Well, you should get some sleep. I know how bad a heat alone is.”

Keith yawned, as if on cue, sliding down to curl around the teleporting wolf pup he’d rescued. He fell asleep quickly and slept soundly through the night until sometime early in the morning. Krolia was still sleeping when he lurched out of their small campsite, barely making it beyond its borders before retching. The sound of him vomiting woke Krolia, and she was beside him in seconds. He’d finished by then, and she found him on the ground, leaning against the large rock that served as a perimeter marker. Keith rolled his head to look at his mother, an innate understanding in the worried crease between his dark brows.

“I don’t think my heat’s coming,” he said softly.

The last time he’d seen Lance was only just before he’d been sent on the mission to retrieve his mother. Kolivan had given him the time he needed for his heat, sending him back to the castle to spend it with his Alpha. He’d put more effort than even he usually did into his nest, and he wasn’t one to half-ass his nests, and they had made very good use of it for the week he was there. He still had one of Lance’s t-shirts in the backpack he’d managed to keep with him on the mission, and he needed its comfort now more than ever. Without another word, he got up and headed for their crashed ship, locking himself inside with his Alpha’s scent.

Krolia knocked, but didn’t try to force her way inside. “Keith? We need to talk about this. Especially if you're saying what it sounds like.”

Keith didn’t move from the corner he’d curled himself into, surrounded as much as possible by Lance’s scent. He knew as soon as he said it that he was right. His heat wasn’t coming, and besides being with a mother he barely knew, he was alone. It hurt to think about, especially knowing that there was no way to tell how long they would be on that abyssal whale. Whether he made it off and back to the castle in time or not, it was a very long discussion he was going to have to have with his Alpha. Lance would want to go through with formal mating, and at that point, Keith couldn’t bring himself to argue with the idea.

“What’s there to talk about? Except for you, I’m alone out here, we have no idea how long it’s going to take to get to that planet, and I – fuck – I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant, and I have no way of telling my Alpha. I’m carrying his pup and he has no idea. What the fuck am I even supposed to say to him when we do get back? And when we do, will I still be pregnant or are we going to show up back at the castle with this pup in my arms? I don’t even know if I can fucking carry it to term with where we are. And I just – I want to be alone right now.”

Outside, Krolia pressed a hand to the locked airlock, wanting to be able to comfort her son. But she knew that he’d been through a lot very quickly and needed time to process it all. “Ok. I’ll be here when you’re up to talking. Take all the time you need.”

She swore she heard a faint sniffle when he answered. “Ok. Thanks…Mom.”

He spent the rest of the day dozing on and off, the temporal flares showing him various things from his own past. He couldn’t be sure if he was awake or dreaming when he saw pieces of possible futures. In one, he was flying back to the castle with his mother, the wolf puppy, and a tiny three-quarters human pup tucked into his chest. In another, he felt the presence of others but couldn’t see them, but was on his way back there as well, and still pregnant. Both felt real, and both felt possible. It was jarring to say the least, but he felt it confirmed what he already knew.

As the weeks went on, he tracked the progress of his pregnancy, from keeping an eye on how long he woke up vomiting every morning to watching the changes in his body. Krolia’s chronometer measured in galactic movements, and it had been nearly twelve when he looked out at the ever-changing sky and caught sight of the planet they had been aiming for. By that point, judging from the rough calculations to Earth time he made, he was nearing 18 weeks into his pregnancy and it was impossible to hide. Hopefully, they would be able to find the source of the concentrated quintessence and make it back to the Castle of Lions relatively soon.

They had been able to repair their crashed ship to working order, or, really, Krolia had as she wouldn’t allow Keith to do any of the physical work, making him stay in the cockpit to run systems tests and diagnostics. He hadn’t argued with her orders to stay put. He had realized quickly after coming to the conclusion that he was pregnant that, despite the ongoing war, he wanted his pup. His Omega instincts flared to life, making him very protective of the child he carried. It was one of the things that brought him closer to the mother he never knew. Both his unexpected pregnancy and the temporal flares showing him the past helped him to understand her better and why she had done what she had. It helped him to forgive her for being gone all those years, making him realize that he would do the same thing for his own pup.

~*~*~*~

Intro-ish | Pt 1 | Pt 2

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

If Ayame and kyoujuro were in the sink universe that would 100% be in the survey corps and ruin Levi's life.

A large Himbo and a mini himbo charge into a horde of titans yelling something about setting their hearts ablaze. Somehow they always win???

Ayame has the Mikasa view point on the ribbon, you touch you die.

Just captain Kyo-nii and the mini but somehow more scary co captain Ayame.

have u been digging around inside my brain cos i had an idea of reincarnated fits squad in the snk universe -

you're absolutely right. the flame duo would be in the survey corps and levi would just be suffering the whole time. actually, Suffering™ because that's double the trouble. oh, ayame acts like she's so cool and exasperated with kyoujurou, but she's also the first one to join kyoujurou in whatever headassery he's doing. don't try and be reasonable, ayame, you're literally just as bad.

large himbo and mini himbo cjsnsjwjwjw i can see it and i can see erwin being like "maybe qe should stop them" and levi just sighs and says "wait". it's ridiculous how much ayame and kyoujurou get away with things, and yet… well. he has to admit that the mortality rate has gone down a bit since the two of them joined.

that being said, just imagine idiots squad meeting the shiganshina trio. zenitsu and armin commiserate over being blondes and being the realistic ones, eren and inosuke just yell at each other while tanjirou tries to mediate and ayame and mikasa are just ._. at the boys. Alternatively armin and ayame are 🤝 at being the main idea person while zenitsu and jean hang out. i haven't watched anything past season one so i'm just imagining them in the 104th and nothing bad ever happens TwT

but also let's face it. idiots squad would dominate the top 4. they literally have the know-how from a different life AND they augment it with breathing.

ayame would hate the 3dmg gear tho. too many heights, the poor girl TwT

and yes. if anyone even tries to touch her precious ribbon, they'll end up on their back with something pointy pressed to a vulnerable spot. don't mess with her ribbon 😤

[snowgoldwaylon]

I've Got You! - Frank Woods x reader, part two

TW: Blood, strong language, violence, GSW (Gun Shot Wound)

You woke up in a white, bland room. It smelled like sterilized hallways. You knew immediately that it was a hospital because you heard and saw the IVs and bedside full of flowers and stuffed animals with cards.

You don't remember what happened, just a few gunshots and Adler being lifted into the air. You hoped you got Adler out as planned since you didn't remember a single thing from the Operation.

You looked around the room and saw a dark bag sitting in one single chair in a lonely corner, close to your bed. You wondered who's it was, and why. You couldn't place a finger on it......

Your door opened and it caught you off guard. Your head whipped around, and it caused immense pain to shoot through your temples. With a hiss, you opened your eyes and saw two men approach your bed.

"Oh my god, Y/N! You are finally awake!" One said, rushing to you.

It was Adler. And Frank right behind him. Frank called for a nurse and came straight back over to you. You tried sitting up but your heart quite literally skipped a beat. This caused you pain and a large gasp.

You fell straight back down and heaved for air.

"Easy Y/N, just lay back for fucks sake! Where the hell is the nurse??" Frank said with frustration, hitting your call button on the bed.

Adler took his arm and pulled it away.

"Calm down you jackass, one is coming! C'mon, you are freaking Y/N out!" Adler disciplined Frank.

A nurse came in and helped you out before leaving. You finally looked back at the boys with confusion.

"What the hell even happened to me while I was out? Why am I here, and why am I wrapped up like a mummy??" You said in a slight panic.

Frank came to your side, taking your hand. His eyes and look softened. He completely changed around you for some reason. You had this man in a trance.

"Y/N, you got shot, point-blank in the chest by Stitch. It was a mistake, nobody saw how he hid so conveniently up in the ceiling rafters as he waited with a whole team until we were busy. Once you placed Adler onto the board, he jumped down. But you somehow got Doc here to safety." He said, using his other hand to pat Adler.

"That's when he signaled the ambush, and you gave him a run for his money. You both fought hand to hand for at least a couple of minutes until he caught a blind spot for you and took your arm in a painful twist. He ended up breaking it, then he shot you in the chest with 1911.....All of us were being rushed by a whole fuckin' army.....I didn't see everything..." Frank trailed off.

He wiped away a single tear and went on with the shocking story. Did Frank Woods just shed a tear??

"After he shot you, we finally had the enemies thinned out to where we could help. That's when I saw you, face down by his boot, blood pooling quick and your magnum to your right temple. That's when I spear tackled the bastard and beat the living daylights out of him. He is now in lock up at HQ."

Adler smiled down at you and handed you a gorgeous bouquet of red tulips.

"That's right kid, you saved my life. But you put your own on the line, you all did. That's when you should have pulled away. I told all of you not to do dumb shit like that." Adler said.

Suddenly, all the memories came flooding back for you. The gunshot, the fight, the very caring and concerned Frank carrying you...

"So, the mission was a success. Adler, how the hell are you even able to stand right now? You were nearly dead when we found you!" You exclaimed.

He chuckled and ashed his cigarette.

"Don't know kid, I just know I'm here thanks to you. So that's why I'm here, to do this." He said, pulling something from his pocket.

Frank smiled, and lightly squeezed your hand. He looked joyed and excited!

Adler started to read from a white paper, which played in a black frame with gold edging.

"On June 15th, 1985, the brave and diligent Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N set a plan in motion for the recovery of an MIA operative and completed op. After receiving serious injury, Y/L/N will receive the highest-ranking officer and assume leadership position for sacrifice, and hard work." He handed you the frame, and you were completely in shock.

Frank sobbed quietly. He was so proud.

Adler handed you a black box that had a beautiful shiny, gold pendant inside. You gasped upon seeing the description.

"Let it be known from this day forward, you are officially in charge. Welcome to the CIA, officer Y/L/N." He said, pinning the pendant to a beautiful set of dress blues he pulled out.

You cried and tried to give back the award. There was no way this was yours...

"Adler, I can't take this. Please take it." You said, but he refused.

"No way kid, you deserve it. Just keep it safe until you recover and rejoin the Safehouse crew!" He said.

Adler's radio came on, and he stepped out. You turned to look towards Frank, your tears now flowing freely.

"I want everyone to have the credit, all of you not just me Frank! It's not fair. I wasn't the only one there to rescue him fr-" You were going to finish, but you were cut off with a soft pair of lips on yours.

The whole world froze for you at that moment. Frank puller back with a small pant. He smiled and stroked your hair.

"

That was all you Y/N. You have the brains and strength. We just have the strength." He said with a laugh.

You laughed as well and pulled him close.

He took the time to whisper very softly to you, holding you closer than ever.

"I told you I had you. And I do, I always will."

[archerofthemists]

Phantom Pains

TW: Blood/severe injury/loss of limb/mentions of suicide

Sparring was a very common pastime at Evernight Castle. If they weren't out on an errand or mission given by Salem, then her followers may as well be keeping sharp in their skills. 

Watts preferred to work in his lab, designing weapons and other useful tools. 

Emerald and Mercury, being the youngest and seen only as Cinder's underlings usually only had one another to spar with. 

Althea, having only recently risen in the ranks, still trained with Tyrian, her former master and now partner. 

Hazel, with his size and strength, typically wouldn't fight against any of his "teammates". 

And then there were the Grimm. Salem kept various breeds of them penned up for the sole purpose of training, but only Hazel and Cinder ever liked to use them for practice. 

However, ever since Salem had promoted Althea to her inner circle, the archer had felt the need to prove she was worthy of keeping the position. She had killed plenty of Grimm in her life, she'd gone to Beacon Academy for the God's Sakes. Killing the Grimm in her village had given her a spot in the damn school to begin with, to give her a chance to become a real huntress. 

Although, ever since she'd fled the school and had been living on her own, isolated and answering to no one, she hadn't had as many opportunities to fight Grimm. She'd had to save her energy, because she never knew when she would eat next, so she just did her best to avoid the damn things completely. 

But now that she had a purpose in her life again, it was time to get her head back in the game. 

Tyrian kept her on her toes plenty when he was still her superior. Surprise attacks right and left, whether he leapt down from the rafters onto her or hid under her bed at night, the man had had her looking over her shoulder constantly. 

Hazel was a behemoth that Althea had to beg to get him to spar with her and she was pretty sure he was holding back when he finally would give in. 

Watts didn't really fight, at least not in a style that was compatible with Althea's, but when he needed to test out a new weapon she was happy to play guinea pig for him. 

Cinder saw herself as "above" the rest of them, being a Maiden and she didn't like sharing her "disciples". 

So Althea began using Grimm for practice. She realized how rusty she was against the creatures, but it was any skill; you never really forget it. She had forgotten just how good she was at it though. But damn it...she never knew when to quit.

Taking on two Beowolves was a little ballsy to do by yourself, but Althea wasn't exactly alone. Hazel and Tyrian had grown accustomed to watching her when she practiced killing Grimm, out of the way and behind the safety of the pillars that supported  a balcony.

Tyrian, because he enjoyed the show and he was a little proud of himself for finding such a treasure as Althea. 

Hazel, because God's, there wasn't anything else to do around the castle at the moment. And plus he couldn't deny, the woman had skill and watching her certainly wasn't boring. He glanced down at his scroll and frowned; her aura was getting far too low, and one Beowolf was still alive and kicking. 

"She needs to stop." He glanced at Tyrian who looked almost mesmerized by his former disciple. "Her aura is almost gone. One of us should step in and finish it."

Tyrian waved the larger man off, not taking his eyes off the archer as she easily dodged the Beowolf's large paw as it swiped at her. "If she can't handle it then she will ask us for our help. Don't insult her abilities, Hazel." 

But Hazel grumbled softly and reached for the dust crystals in his pockets. "You shouldn't overestimate her abilities either just because you've got a crush." 

Tyrian's eyes flashed purple for a moment and his tail twitched. He growled to himself as he watched Rainart stab a couple of crystals into his biceps. "You just hate seeing people enjoy themselves, don't you?" The faunus sighed. 

"No, just when it's you. You're not denying the crush either, I see." Hazel remarked. 

Tyrian locked the man with a seething glare that would have made the average person shrivel up inside, but Hazel just scoffed. "Good, cause no one would believe you if you did deny it." 

He turned and stabbed his arms with the lightning dust, wincing only slightly as it spread through veins. "Althea! You're done, I'm gonna help you!" 

"I've almost got this!" She yelled before firing an ice-dust tipped arrow into the Beowolf's back legs, freezing it in its place. With a running start she used the Beowolf's back as a springboard to leap high into the air above it. 

Her plan was to deliver the killing blow from above - a dagger right through the Grimms eye as she had spent her last arrow immobilizing it. She had just grabbed the hilt, began to twist in the air, when the Beowolf had reared up on its frozen back legs and its jaw came down on Althea, taking her right leg in its teeth before falling back down on all fours, slamming her against the floor with the full force of its body. Her aura broke in an emerald swirl and she went rolling across the chamber floor. 

Most of her that is.

The two huntsmen were frozen in shock for a moment, gold and hazel eyes locked on Althea's motionless and bloodied body. 

Hazel was the first to snap out of it, the gnashing of the Beowolfs teeth as it swallowed the limb it had just torn asunder. It had broken the ice around its back legs loose and was completely free as the giant of a man began to charge it head on. 

When Tyrian began moving towards his fallen partner he didn't even realize it. His legs felt numb and yet they were still carrying him over to her crumpled, discarded body. 

The blood was everywhere, splattered and smeared on the chamber floor in morbid patterns that the faunus usually found pleasure in. 

 

The next thing Tyrian realized, he was running down the halls of Evernight, the dead weight of Althea bleeding out in his arms didn't slow him down in the slightest. 

It didn't completely register in the scorpions brain that he was running to Watts's office until he was bursting through his door. It was just purely instinct. Automatic. Where else would he possibly ever go?

The Doctor was at his desk, bent over some new contraption he was working on like always. His head snapped up at the intrusion, annoyance written on his face until he fully registered the scene standing in his door.

Tyrian covered in blood, cradling Althea's pale form, showing no signs of life. Where her right leg had been, was nothing but a bloody stub. 

"Help." It was the only word that left Tyrian's trembling lips, raspy and desperate. 

"Get her on the table. NOW!" Watts was on his feet, stripping off his jacket and tie as he helped Tyrian carry Althea into the small adjoining room that had been converted into a meager OR. However Arthur hadn't dealt with such a serious trauma in a long time and he'd certainly had more equipment, more help. His mind was racing as he tried to mentally inventory what he had, what he could use to save Althea's life.

"What the fuck happened?" Arthur pulled on a pair of surgical gloves with a loud snap, his emerald eyes surveying the damage.

"She...she was fighting Beowolves and…"

"More than one?!"

"Her aura was low and we thought she could handle it…"

Arthur sighed harshly as he gathered gauze and began to try and stop the bleeding of Althea's remaining leg. "You promised you'd never scare me like this again!" 

Tyrian could do nothing but stand and watch, his whole body beginning to tremble as he watched. He couldn't hear Watts yelling at him over the ringing in his ears.

"Tyrian! Tyrain, God dammit I need an extra set of hands!" Watts felt guilty for a fleeting moment as he tossed the box of latex gloves at the faunus. They bounced off his bloody chest but it did the job in snapping him back to reality. 

It was bloody awful work getting Althea's leg to finally stop bleeding. Once Watts was satisfied with her vitals and felt she was stable, he moved her into the tiny recovery room. Hooked up to various machines that would start screaming if her pressure bottomed out. 

So he gently led Tyrain into the adjoining shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. They were both covered in Althea's blood and Watts was tempted to just throw his clothes away, burn them maybe. He had plenty of other clothes.

Watts automatically began to help Tyrain out of his stained jumpsuit and harness, and the faunus didn't resist in the least. His body was still gently trembling and Watts hoped that this incident wouldn't scar him too deeply. He didn't know what Salem might do if her best weapon was permanently damaged like this.

In the back of Arthur's mind, he was already planning the schematics of a replacement leg for Althea and oh Gods...someone was going to have to inform Salem about what happened. How would she plan to punish Althea for this? Because she surely would.

"One thing at a time…"

He unbraided Tyrian's hair, finding more sticky dried blood in it as well. Steam was beginning to spill out of the shower so he gently helped Tyrian under the water before Arthur got undressed himself and joined him, knowing that Tyrian was in no state to bathe himself. 

For a good long moment the only sound was the hissing of the shower and Tyrian's occasional sniffle as he pulled himself back together and Watts scrubbed the blood out of his long hair.

"What did you mean earlier?" He finally asked, so softly that Arthur had to take a moment to be sure he had heard him correctly. 

"About what?"

"When you said that she had promised to never scare you like this again, what the fuck did you mean?" Tyrian turned around to face Arthur.

The Doctor was quiet for a long while, staring into Tyrian's golden, begging eyes. There was never any easy or kind way of saying it.

"A few months ago, Althea tried to kill herself." 

He watched his words take time to register completely on Tyrian's face. A choked off whimpering sound escaped his throat. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"She asked me not to. She didn't know what Salem might do to her if she found out. And now this…" Arthur sighed. "Gods why did she take on two Beowolves at once?" 

" She tried to kill herself…" Tyrian murmurs gently and Arthur could tell that he was on the verge of losing it all over again. 

So Arthur pulled him close against his chest and let him.

Everything was fuzzy. Her head, her vision, even her body felt fuzzy and disconnected. And her leg...God's her leg….

"Don't move too much." Arthur's voice. Althea felt his hand gently stroke her forehead and she tried to make her eyes focus on his face.

"What...hap'n…" 

"You had an...accident." Arthur sighed "Although that word doesn't seem appropriate for what happened...because it wasn't an accident was it?"

"I...I had it…" Her throat felt raw, everything ached except...why couldn't she feel her right leg?

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING." Arthur hadn't yelled at her like that in a long time. Althea was ashamed to admit that she flinched a little. 

"Arthur…" Tyrian's voice.

"You lost your leg, Althea!" She may have heard a quiver in his voice that time. She wasn't totally sure.

"Guess that explains why I can't feel it." Althea couldn't remember a lot about the incident. She'd been twisting in the air one moment and the next she was waking up here. She vaguely remembered Tyrian rushing her through the castle.

"You were careless, reckless and for what? You promised you would never do something like this again." Arthur's voice was a little steadier now as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"I promised I wouldn't hurt myself again." Althea hissed as she hoisted herself up in the bed a little more, her vision clearing enough to see how upset her partners were. 

"And so you've gone and replaced it with reckless endangerment of yourself!" Arthur looked like he hadn't been sleeping. How long had she been unconscious? 

"It wasn't like that." Althea wiped the sleepy gunk from her eyes as she got her bearings.

Tyrian was curled in a small chair by her bed, wrapped in a comforter. He looked just as tired and drained as Arthur. God's, what had she done?

"I should have stepped in sooner." Tyrian sighed. "Hazel, the sentimental giant, warned me. We knew her aura was low and…"

"You just didn't know when to stop." Arthur sighs. "Or you were hoping to get hurt."

"I wasn't trying to get hurt! Damn it!" Althea looked down at the bandaged stubb that had been her right leg and she swallowed the lump building in her throat.

"Don't worry, I'm already designing you a new one." Arthur sighs.

"Don't. I don't deserve it." 

"Well you bloody well can't work for Salem on one leg, can you? And if you can't can't for Salem she'll kill you." Arthur stood up. "Although that's probably exactly what you want."

Althea watched him leave and she rested back in the hospital bed, keeping her tears at bay.

"I'm sorry." She finally murmurs to Tyrain. "I really didn't mean to…"

"I should have stopped you." Tyrian crawled out of the easy chair and up alongside her in the bed. "When your body got slammed into the ground I…" 

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I…" yeah keeping the tears at bay wasn't working very well. 

No, Salem had not been happy but she hadn't been nearly as angry as Watts had expected her to be.

Thankfully Hazel had been the one to tell her for the very first time, right after he'd finished off the Beowolf. Although, who the hell knew? She could act so calm and collected before the storm finally hit.

Watts had nearly had a heart attack one night when he'd gone in to bring Althea some dinner and Salem was right there, sitting at the foot of her bed and talking with her. It was an odd sight to say the least: a tall, ancient and immortal being just sitting there in the tiny recovery room. So out of place and somehow so horrifying. 

Apparently Salem had wanted to see how Althea was doing with her own eyes and it hadn't looked like she'd gone had hurt the injured woman in any way.  Perhaps Salem would see the loss of leg as enough punishment and leave it at that.

Tyrian hadn't left Althea's side once, getting her what she needed and Althea had started reading to him a lot to pass the time. Thankfully Salem hadn't sent him away on any missions. Arthur wasn't sure if the faunus would have been able to concentrate if she had.

Recovery was not going to be easy. Arthur had drawn the perfect schematics for a new leg and he had been coming and going from Evernight to trade for some of the parts he would need. 

Althea's phantom pains had started and were becoming almost unbearable. A mirror method had helped, but Arthur hoped that a new leg would do more good. Althea's balance on crutches was horrendous, and her ability to actually walk could be therapeutic in and of itself. 

Finally when he was satisfied with his work on the prosthetic, he showed it to her. Shiney and silver with green accents along the joints and toes and a small "W" engraved on the upper thigh. Watts always left his signature on what he created in one way or another. 

"The good doctor does such wonderful work doesn't he?" Tyrian mused as he looked the new limb over, his own shiney tail clicking behind him. 

Arthur smirked softly, he certainly didn't mind having his ego stroked. 

"I would have had this done sooner if you hadn't lost the leg above the joint." Watts sighs.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." Althea chuckles dryly. 

"There won't be a next time." Watts says firmly as he prepped the stubb of her leg. "Right?"

Althea smirked down at him and nodded gently. 

"Don't you dare ever scare us like this again. I mean it." 

[tundrainafrica]

Hi! What do you think of Hange? I'm curious about your opinion since your analysis are always interesting! I hope that you're doing well 🤗

Thank you so much for your ask. I’m happy to talk about Hange since she is one of my favorite characters in Attack on Titan and even though I still really enjoy the manga, I really think she is one of the characters which was done dirty by Yams, like she did not need to die like that…. AT ALL. 

Anyway, I love Hange it isn't obvious and she is really one of my favorite characters in AoT particularly because of her intelligence. 

I think we all agree that Hange is a genius. She ranked 11/10 in intelligence and she ranks high up there with Erwin and Armin in terms of her planning skills. For some reason though, in the anime, they tend to put in the spotlight Erwin and Armins genius in particular because Erwin for one is a brilliant strategist and Armin is incredibly detail oriented and brilliant strategist and I don't think I have to point these out because they've been proven time and time again in canon. 

Hange’s a different type of genius. She has a special kind of genius which tends to be really overlooked. It's a subtler type than what we see with Armin and Erwin. 

Sure, she has the mad scientist and the research vibe but I don't think these tropes encompass her genius as a whole. Hange is not necessarily a genius as a scientist or a researcher. In fact her skill as a researcher is only an extension of her actual genius. 

She’s a genius at logistics and plan execution. 

The thing is, most of Hange's intelligence is only subtly shown in her sheer mastery of logistics. 

Her section in general is in charge of logistics and research which is INCREDIBLY important. She's literally logistics royalty but logistics is so underrated even in real life that her genius is so glossed over in most of canon. and she ends up reduced to a mad scientist comic relief character. 

It's understandable because the complexity of logistics is so subtle that we tend to ignore it in our everyday life. 

It's not obvious in canon but the details are there in the type of work Hange does, the mission planning. In fact, it’s not shown in detail in the anime since they only ever showed us one full expedition. It’s been confirmed in the video game , the survey corps generally did a lot of base building and creating supply chains where they could refill gas. Although Erwin gives the final say on the overall strategy, who do you think considers the logistics on what bases should go where? What weapons to bring? The sound bombs, the flash bombs? What weapons to put where? Where to put the bases? What types of bases to build? 

Who do you think considered the boring details like transportation and equipment? Who considers the small "hows?" in the grand scheme of messages. 

Hange. 

A lot of the shit which Hange actually did in the first season was pretty much glossed over in exchange for fighting scenes. We get the mini arc about her capturing titans and showing them to Eren. Who figured out the plan with the exploding barrels and arrows to capture titans? 

Hange. 

Erwin plans the big "how's" and Hange has always planned the smaller "how's."

Just think of the 57th Expedition. Literally no one cares about the logistics  which Hange so carefully planned out. I had actual friends who even forgot that Hange was there in the 57th expedition. Even when she was the one who loaded all the barrels and prepared them in the forest when they were to capture the female titan. She’s the one who plans where the refilling stations are too. 

We get major exposition on Erwin’s plans then get major exposition on Levi’s fighting skills but we don’t get much exposition on the refilling stations or the barrels because really who wants to know about that. 

(They show more of this in the video game tbh.) 

So, although Erwin is the mastermind behind plans. Hange plays a huge part in execution by deciding which tools or which weapons should go where in the execution of plans. Tbh, I honestly wouldn’t even be surprised if Hange was the one who modified the colored guns for the long range scouting formation Erwin planned out. 

Proof in Canon aside from the 57th expedition

During the female titan arc, she had the logistics heavy idea of the barrel cannons set up around the Stohess district. It didn’t work in the end but a lot of thought came into placing the cannons there and Hange still managed to trap the female titan for a while. 

This is a small detail but who do you think decided how to transport crystallized Annie? Hange’s squad, possibly Hange made the final call.

When the titans appeared in Wall Rose, who tries to figure out how they got in? It was mostly Hange because Hange knows how shit works, Hange knows what logistics could go into infiltrating a wall, what logistics go into transporting. The reason why Hänge actually comes back with all the theories because she is familiar with the minute details in executing plans. Erwin plans on a large scale, Hange plans the small details that go into the execution. 

That was also the reason why she guessed probably that Reiner and the others  were going to go to the forest and stay overnight. Hange generally plans boring things it was only natural that she would be able to predict their plan to stay the night in the forest better than Erwin. 

In the uprising arc, Hange didn’t do much war strategy or fighting. Where did her skills go? Into PR issues, into  she did know how to get a town together without fighting and how to get them to cooperate. The boring part but still very important part of the uprising.

We were faced with a situation on how to fight the armored titan and the logistics? Who answers that "how" by making the thunder spears? 

HANGE. 

TBH, I honestly think that Hänge as commander was more fitting towards season 4 because with the building of ports and the development needed for Paradis, they needed someone who knew how things work by the small details because by then, everything was run by technology. They needed someone who mastered transportation, schedules and engineering designs to make things work, not someone who can lead. I think Hange probably could have done a better job than Erwin. I can't even think of anyone who could have done a better job than Hange in leading the survey corps post Season 3. 

Hange's works aren't grand but they're important, necessary but they're not flashy and that's why I don't think she gets the praise she deserves. Although it’s complex and requires a special type of genius to plan and figure out, it’s takes a certain perspective to appreciate.

She is the master of logistics, the master of literally every conventionally boring yet necessary thing in life. The equivalent of this in real life would probably be like how she doesn't plan the grand parts of events like the program of an event, or the nitty gritty content or the marketing. She'll be planning the food, the number of tables and chairs, the invitations. She'll hold everything together by the small details people take for granted.

In a company, she probably wouldn't lead a marketing team, HR, CEO which are the stuff people usually consider. She would probably head the supply chain or the manufacturing plant which actually makes the goods people market but most people tend to consider stuff quality by the marketing more than anything. 

Logistics and small details when it comes to execution are not flashy and even when writing fiction they tend to be glossed over. And I guess, this is the reason why Hange never got the recognition she deserved.

Because really, in real life, who praises the person who plans the supply chain? Who praises the person who plans the execution after the leader announces the big plan? Who praises the person who thinks up transportation options? Who thinks up furniture? Food in events?  

And that's the beauty in logistics it's a subtly complex part of life that looks so simple and boring yet requires a certain type of genius to execute perfectly.

That's why I consider Hange --- who has been shown in canon to have mastered it--- a special type of genius, a more subtle genius, and a more subtle brains and I love her for it.