#They'd Probably Argue for a Bit Then Go Fishing

[stupidvillainousposts]

Y'know Something That's Been Itching at My Brain Lately?

I genuinely can't determine whether Werewolf Stan would feel superior to or jealous of Canon Stan.

On one hand, Canon Stan doesn't have to worry about being assaulted for being who he is, and on the other, Werewolf Stan has a boyfriend and the kids are basically his at this point.

So yeah, I dunno.

[neoarchipelago]

So I got to reading some facts about red pandas cuz y'all got me back on the redpanda!reader AU!

They sleep like 2/3 of the day and they sleep with their tails snuggled around their bodies like a blanket.

So like. Hybrid reader gets a lot sleepy during the day. Don't get me wrong, she's extremely efficient when she's awake but she'll often nap, anytime anywhere. On the plane back on the evac. While finishing a report, on the couch after a training and sometimes in the gym behind some training mats.

Random places anytime. When the boys don't know where you are they know you're probably sleeping. But the awful stress they got the first few times as they didn't know where you had decided to fall asleep this time was too much to bear.

"what's this..?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

"it's a chipped tag." Price said. The man standing around, arms crossed.

"what?" You frowned.

"it'll track you at all times. In case we need to find you." Ghost said.

"you're gps tracking me??" You let out, now feeling slightly annoyed.

"don't get on the table... Calm down" Gaz reassured.

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"listen bonnie. We spent 2 hours looking for you last time. You fell asleep in a tank!" Soap argued.

You opened your mouth but Price was faster.

"no. No discussion. Either that or your start sleeping in the dorms. Everytime."

"but... I don't control it... I get sleepy... And then I just nap."

"then I don't want to hear it."

Now you just keep it on you all the time. If it isn't a member of the base notifying Price of your new sleeping spot, they knew where you were.

Now the thing about all these little sleeping episodes. Is that what they started to understand. You needed those power naps. Being in the military didn't let you sleep as much as your hybrid body wanted to. So they often indulge you. You get cranky but mostly overworked. Tiredness eating at you if you go a full day without at least two power naps.

Compared to your kind, it's almost as if you didn't sleep at all!

Now they let you sleep in their arms, against their shoulders. You had been incredibly touched one day, as you were trying to focus through the blurriness of your tired eyes on an incident report, seeing the boys walk in with a blanket.

"You took a nap this afternoon?" Gaz questioned.

"on the couch lass! Nap nap!" Soap chimed.

Another thing is the way you sleep. You had first hid yourself away when you met the boys. Sleeping spots into dark corners or only your dorm. But the first time Gaz found you sleeping on an old office couch, he couldn't stop smiling. How you found this abandoned office was a mystery. But the way you were curled on the cushion, tail in between your legs as you held it like a pillow against you, face on the tip.

He bit his tongue, trying not to let a sound out at how cute he found you. He had left, only texting the team to let them know where you were.

Then it was on a particularly hard mission. The first time you had actually slept near the boys, nothing separating you. The small one room safehouse not giving anyone any privacy.

The boys had noticed your sleepy eyes closing themselves as they tried to chat about what they'd do once they'd be home, evac fishing them up the next morning.

You were eventually lulled to sleep by their deep voice, talking in a low tone. Wrapping yourself up again, tail around your curled body, ear twitching at the lack of their voices as they noticed it. The boys were in awe. Gaz admitted he had already witnessed it before. Soap immediately took a picture, Ghost smacking the back of his head before grunting.

"Send it to me..."

You were standing on a humvee three days later, having found out their phone wallpapers was a picture of you sleeping. Your red face as you scolded them from your high ground, the four men standing arms crossed looking up at you, too amused for your own taste.

[mochinomnoms]

A random thought I had that would be funny is having a zoo/aquarium date with a beasty/fishy boy and they end up seeing their animal counterpart and it stares them down or gives the two of them a lot of attention.

I think Azul, Floyd, and Jade are probably used to interacting with their animal counterparts as the ocean is pretty open and free. I like to imagine a little Azul talking with cuttlefish and other small cephalopods, venting about school and his bullies as their tentacles held onto his own in a comforting squeeze. Jade and Floyd would often be warned to not interact with their animal counterparts, as they could be more aggressive and mean than their merfolk counterparts. They didn't care and would delight in bothering an old giant moray that lived near their grotto. He was a grumpy thing, but surprisingly kind, sort of anyway. He'd rough them up, sending them home with bruises and shallow bites, to get the twins to toughen up and learn to fight back.

They'd probably enjoy the aquarium date, trying to impress you by speaking with their animal counterparts. It only works out until he (Azul and Floyd most likely) are arguing with the fish about who would make the better partner for you. Jade straight up lies and tells you that the moray isn't feeling up to conversation, and why don't we go look at the jellyfish instead :).

Leona and Ruggie probably didn't interact with their animal counterparts growing up, as Sunrise City was a rather metropolitan area. Zoos are a rather foreign concept there, as Sunset Savannah's culture is set on setting up wildlife reserves. The closest you'll get is conservations for endangered species, or rescues for wildlife that were illegally sold as pets. I personally think that lions and hyenas would be held in high regard, due to the lore connected with the King of Beasts. Jack would've seen wolf packs as a kid in the Shaftlands, but wasn't allowed to run around with him until he was a bit older. For the most part, Jack was fond of them and felt a kinship with his animal counterparts. Especially running around with the cubs, it really helped build his endurance!

Leona and Ruggie are a bit concerned and confused about the concepts of zoos. People in Sunset Savannah would not be allowed to interact with the wildlife in reserves unless they were wildlife scientists, conservationists, or veterinarians. Both are staring down the animals, the closest they've ever been to them, curious and maybe even a bit fascinated. While they may not agree with the zoos, they are enthralled with seeing their counterparts so close, even with a thick glass wall between them. Jack is actually going to bring you back home to introduce you to the wolf pack! The youngest of the pack is but an old man in wolf years, but they remember Jack and his family fondly. The same pack and its children have been hanging around them for 3 generations, so Jack is eager to introduce you to what is basically his extended family, especially if you're to join them in the near future.

[ramblebramblefun]

"It looks like you two could use a little heart to heart!" The villain chirps, and the world goes black.

When Katsuki wakes up, it's to his own face hovering worriedly over him, which is-

"Kacchan?"

Which is what the fuck, that's what.

"Deku," he growls, or tries to. It comes out as more of a squeak, which would be embarrassing if it were actually his voice, but it's not, so instead it's just fucking. Annoying.

Bloody hell, no wonder all those people were screaming. Katsuki hates this already.

"Kacchan?" Katsuki hears his voice say again, tentatively.

"Who the fuck else?" Izuku's voice has never sounded so flat, and Katsuki doesn't like that either. Makes him sound like a fucking robot.

"How the hell are we going to switch back?"

The villain's long fucking gone, obviously, so it's not like they could politely convince them to undo whatever they'd done.

Maybe Katsuki should have read that stupid report, even if it was ten pages long. He'd decided that the nerd had it covered, the muttering had had a familiar cadence and maybe this is a sign that he should stop tuning Deku out in the briefing room.

Speaking of tuning him out...

Katsuki zeroes back in just as Izuku starts opening and shutting Katsuki's mouth like a fucking fish.

"Spit it out." Katsuki's voice, fuck it, does not growl.

"Um, well..." The nerd stops, and gives himself a little nod. "Right! So the report said that their quirk is called Heart to heart-"

"Stupid-ass name."

"-And that it swaps the bodies of two people at a time and that it's verbally activated (which is probably why it took so long for them to try and use it, they don't seem used to running?) and the people being swapped have to be within five metres of each other and be, um, arguing for whatever reason (like we were, a little bit, um, sorry for knocking into you?) and-"

"And how the fuck do we undo it?"

The nerd goes all shifty again. His eyes dart about nervously and if it wasn't for the risk of breaking his own nose then Katsuki would hit him.

Actually, can he use One for All? It's like, locked or some shit isn't it? Izuku had said something about ghosts that one time Katsuki found him buzzing in the kitchen. At fucking three am.

Fuck his life. And fuck the nerd, who still won't spit it out already.

"Actually," the nerd says slowly, standing up and leaning back.

Katsuki scrambles to his own feet and is profoundly irritated to have to look up to meet the nerd's eyes.

"Actually," he repeats in a warning tone.

"Actually!" Izuku says, way too brightly, "I don't want to have this conversation!"

And then he blasts a hole in the wall with the ease of someone who's been creeping on Katsuki using his quirk for their entire lives.

The way he promptly flees through the hole, however, is nothing like Katsuki. Slippery little-

"Get back here!" Katsuki screeches.

Fuck, Izuku's voice goes high. That sounded awful. Nails on a chalkboard ass motherfucker, when Katsuki gets his hands on him-

Which will be easier said than done, he realises, when he attempts to activate his quirk and nothing happens.

"Are you fucking shitting me." He glares at Izuku's hands.

It doesn't even make him feel better, and also makes his face feel weird. Izuku can cut a bitch with the best of them, if you hit the right buttons, but his face does not naturally lend itself to the many nuances of fury that Katsuki's does.

He probably looks a hamster. An angry one, but still a hamster. Baby-fat ass cheeks. Katsuki can't even fucking pinch them, because he's the fucker they're currently attached to.

Katsuki needs to get out of here.

He punches a wall experimentally. He makes Izuku's knuckles hurt, but still no dice on One for All. The fuck. How does he activate this thing? Izuku never does anything special, he just starts sparking out like Dunce-face and then breaks Katsuki's nose.

Katsuki will break Izuku's nose as soon as it's not his face it's poking out of. Fucking hell.

Well, super-strength isn't One for All's only trick. There's also that Blackwhip crap Katsuki's always training against, along with a bunch of other rubbish. Katsuki can probably activate Blackwhip.

He's just got to get angry, right? That's how Izuku got it, as weird as that had looked, and Katsuki is great at being angry. The world is full of things that piss him off, like fucking nerd's who run off with his body using his quirk and-

Pink bananas!, screams a voice inside Katsuki's head.

-and leaving Katsuki fucking stranded because he's a stupid fucking-

Stop that!

"Make me," he snarls on reflex. Some see-through fucker with a bald head shows up in front of him, and the reflexive explosion doesn't hit him because Katsuki doesn't have a damn quirk at the moment, that fucking-

Seriously, the bald fucker frowns. Stop that!

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

Cliffs: Slippery When Wet

While searching for Libertalia, Shoreline runs the Drake brothers aground.

An alternative beginning to A Thief's End: Chapter 13: Marooned

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“On your right!”

The first thing Nate thinks is, Yeah, right. Because he isn't sure how Sam can see anything in this storm. They're moving so quickly, and rocks are appearing so suddenly, and ocean mist blends so thickly with savage rainfall that Nate can't see a damn thing.

“Watch out, watch out!” Sam is screaming over the waves. Whatever he thinks he sees, he really believes it's there.

Nate glances to the side, and that's when a flaming, 500 foot naval frigate smashes into their fishing boat.

“Oh, shit!”

The fishing boat splinters underneath them and tosses them to the waves, the frigate barreling through like a linebacker through wet tissue paper. 

“NATHAN!”

Nate slams against the water’s surface. The frigate's wake drags him down, and he frantically swims against it. But it's really no use. Nathan Drake may be a veteran explorer and a daring adventurer, but even he is subject to the forces of nature. (Or, in this instance, the forces of a giant, bloodthirsty Shoreline boat.)

The surface grows further and further away, and Nate allows himself to be sucked down, with the hopes that maybe, eventually, the boat will pass and the waters will calm.

---

The boat passes. The waters do not calm.

Nathan gasps for breath, coughing as seawater threatens to invade his lungs. He treads water a bit frantically and only semi-effectively.

“Sam?” he calls, but it comes out as a croak. There's no way Sam could hear him in a storm like this. The ocean is roaring, and the rain is torrential. Nate can barely hear himself.

Once he's no longer at risk of dry-drowning, Nathan searches the area. He can’t see much, really, but he’s willing to bet there are more Shoreline boats out there. He could try searching for one, hoping to climb aboard. But at the very least, he would be tossed back into the water. At most, they'd probably just shoot him. So stowing away isn’t an option.

All things considered, Nate is lucky. They’d crashed close to the island. Or… he thinks they crashed close to the island. It's tough to tell in the storm. All he can really do is start swimming and hope to run into something eventually.

The longer Nate paddles, the more he realizes how bone-deep exhausted he is. His muscles strain as he pushes through the water. Every so often, he catches himself slowing down, and he has to kick even harder to keep from sinking. Waves come and go, frequently breaking over his head and sending him spinning underwater. Each time, Nate manages his way back to the surface, but each time, he feels how much harder it is to swim. How much more his lungs burn.

In movies, when the stranded traveler finally sees land, they speed up, so eager and reinvigorated and desperate for reprieve that they get their second wind. But when Nathan finally gets close enough to see the shore, he can barely tread water anymore, much less swim. He’s so, so close, but his arms and legs simply won’t listen.

Look, guys, Nate tries to reason with his limbs. If I don't get out of the water now, I’m going to drown.

We’re cold, his arms argue back.

We’re tired, his legs agree.

You're useless, Nate thinks bitterly. Fine. I’ll do it myself.

But without arms and legs, Nathan is little more than a limbless torso with a head. And for a limbless torso with a head, he does pretty well for himself. But the expectations aren't particularly high for limbless torsos with a head. So in actuality, he doesn't bring himself to shore. He barely stays afloat.

No, the real savior here is the tide. Mother Nature, in all her years of terrorizing Nate, finally cuts him a break. And through the tide alone, Nate washes up on the beach. He lifts his head out of the waterlogged sand and pushes himself up with jelly legs and marmalade arms. The rain continues its barrage, blowing sideways and stinging Nate’s face. But he’s already so soaked that it makes no difference.

“Alright,” Nathan mutters to himself, trying to muster the strength to trudge forward. “I gotta get off this beach.”

The sky is so dark that Nate can’t tell if it’s day or night. And unfortunately, the island is no more visible on land as it was from the water. He’s running blindly into the storm, deafened by rolling thunder and numbed by harsh wind against wet skin. It really should be no surprise that Nate slips almost immediately, falling off a rocky ledge, smacking his shoulder on the way down, and landing on his face.

For a long, dangerous second, Nathan considers staying put. Surely this can wait. His every muscle stings, spasming with fatigue. His shoulder pounds to the beat of his heart. He desperately needs a rest.

But then Nate starts thinking, and he realizes what he forgot.

“Goddamn it,” he growls, pushing himself up and breaking into an uneven jog. “SAM!”

There’s a very good chance that Sam didn’t even make it to shore. Maybe he found a boat. Maybe he was captured. Maybe he’s still in the water.

Maybe he’s dead.

Nate doesn’t hold onto that thought for long. He can’t. It would only make it that much harder to find Sam. (Because Sam is alive, dammit. He’s too stubborn to drown, and bullets obviously don’t have the same effect on him as they do everyone else.)

Wiping the rain from his eyes, Nathan finds a craggy outcrop in his way. The conditions are terrible for climbing, but the conditions are also terrible for running and swimming and trying to outgun a fleet of Shoreline ships, so what does Nathan care? He finds handholds and footholds and starts his ascent.

The climbing isn’t as bad as Nate expected. It’s slippery as hell, but the rocks are relatively short. It takes very little time to make it over the precipice. The view is dismal - just white waves and foreboding rocks sticking out of the water like giant daggers - but it gives him a glimpse of something else. Light, glinting off something to his left. So Nate carefully jumps down to the saturated shoreline. It jars his every joint and bone, but he can’t worry about it. He approaches the light, now clearly his supply box.

Or it was his supply box. Because there’s not a single supply inside. It’s just a useless box.

“For god’s s-” Nathan groans. “Of course. Everything’s gone.”

So Nate just moves right ahead. He really can’t stop right now.

“Maybe that’s a good sign,” he muses. “Maybe Sam took it.”

Maybe he’s looking for excuses to believe Sam is okay. Or maybe it’s true and Sam did take it. Who’s to say?

Nathan runs under a felled tree and climbs further up the cliff. “On the bright side, I can’t lose anything else… except my life.” And then something strikes him. “Talking to myself… That’s the first sign of crazy, isn’t it?”

And the second sign of crazy is asking yourself questions that you already know the answer to.

He pulls himself up yet another ledge, but his muscles are shaking worse than ever. The strength it takes to just walk, much less climb, is starting to get to him. His movements slow, limp worsening.

“Alright,” he tells himself. “I’m alright.”

And then Nathan steps off a cliff.

“Ugh!” he grunts, standing immediately. If he lays down now, he’ll never get back up. “Just push through,” he pants, moving forward. “Just push- augh!”

The ground beneath his feet crumbles, large chunks of rock splashing in the ocean below. Nate scrabbles for a solid surface, just barely grabbing hold in time. Once more, he pulls himself up and keeps moving.

“To hell with this place,” Nathan groans, carefully shuffling past the new gap in the ledge and climbing the next cliff face in his path. It’s getting worse. His head is spinning, and just reaching for handholds has him grunting like he’s playing in the finals at the Wimbledon. (Yeah, he watches tennis. What of it?)

But he reaches the top eventually, groaning and whining the whole way.

“Gotta keep going. Gotta keep going.”

The next climb is situated under a waterfall. Nate doesn’t consider this, because every climb has been wet. What’s a little running water going to do?

Kill you, Nate. It will probably kill you.

So he grabs hold, inching his way along a narrow ledge. He’s doing okay, considering, until the grip under his fingers is loosened by soggy moss. He slips, screams, and catches a lower ledge.

“Hah,” he wheezes. “That was… That was close.”

Slowly, painfully, he reaches up for a safer handhold. The muscles in his back are screaming. His injured shoulder shrieks.

And he slips again.

“No, no, no-!”

But Nathan has Drake luck. He grabs a piece of rock jutting out from the cliff face, slicing his hands in the process, but preventing certain doom. The waterfall is still dumping buckets on him, weakening his grip. He pulls himself upwards, barely managing to reach the next handhold. But he does reach it, and progress is progress.

And then the rock crumbles, his fingers slip, and he finds himself falling. There’s no catching himself this time. No close calls. He’s going to die.

Nate slams into solid rock, curls in on himself, and falls limp. Moving forward is no longer a question or a choice. It’s an impossibility. And though Nate loves himself a good challenge, he’s not going to beat this one.

---

Sam doesn’t like rain. That’s not particularly unique about him, but it is worth noting. So on a remote island, washed up and pummeled with a monsoon?

Not his scene.

“Nathan!” He keeps screaming, even though Nathan has yet to yell back. He’s worse than a lost dog, because at least lost dogs come when their name is called. Nathan just wanders.

And yet, Sam keeps shouting.

It’s been hours now. The dark clouds have thinned out, revealing light gray underneath. The sun is flirting with the horizon, but Sam imagines it might be another hour or so before they’re making out. The rain has tapered off, at least for the time being, reduced to a gentle mist. The ground is sodden, Sam’s boots sinking with every step, and plants drip with the remnants of the storm.

“Nathan!”

Sam must have walked halfway across the island by now. He’s taking the long way - running the perimeter of the island - in the hopes that Nathan is still on the beach. But at this rate, the likelihood of Nathan staying on the shore is getting slimmer and slimmer. More than once, Sam wonders if he should just give up and move inland. He could find a high cliff and signal for Nathan. That could definitely work. And it’s tempting, because once Sam reached the top, he could sit down and wait for Nathan to come to him.

But if Nathan was injured in the crash, he may not have left the beach at all. And the risk that Nathan is hurt and in need of assistance is greater than the relief that Sam would feel knowing that he doesn’t have to keep walking.

“Nathan!”

Sam is tired. He’s so, so tired, from his skin to his spleen to his skull. The crash roughed him up a bit, and dragging his ass to shore was no picnic either. And now, going on hour six (seven?) of searching, Sam is worn to the bone.

But that doesn’t stop him. When he spots the cove - when he spots his brother, collapsed on the ground - Sam breaks into a sprint.

“Nathan!” He slides to his knees, shaking Nathan’s shoulders. “Wake up!”

Nathan’s eyes snap open, looking at Sam like Sam just stole his Gameboy. (And Sam would know. He stole Nathan’s Gameboy back in ‘81. Legend has it, Nathan is still looking for it.) “Sam?”

“Yeah, dumbass. Don’t recognize your own brother?”

“Shut up,” Nathan groans, pushing himself up. He blinks a couple times, rolling his shoulders and wincing. “Where are we?”

Sam tries to bury his worry with wit and sarcasm. “Uh, did you smash your brain in?” And Sam tries to subtly check Nathan’s head for any sign of that. “Remember? The crash? Shoreline? Libertalia?”

This seems to strike a chord. “Ah. Yeah. Right. That place.” He sighs but makes no move to stand up. “I was looking for you, and then I… fell.”

“Fell?” Sam looks up, but the cove is mostly covered. “Fell from where?”

Nathan points up at a hole in the natural ceiling. “Cliff. Up through there.”

“Jesus, Nathan.” Sam curses. “You're lucky you're not dead.”

“Oh, yeah, lucky me,” Nathan groans. “Death would’ve been the kinder mercy.”

“Any chance you found Libertalia before you swan dived off a cliff?”

Nathan’s unamused expression tells Sam everything he needs to know.

“Okay, fine. No Libertalia. Yet. Are you…? Can you walk?”

“I think so?” It’s a question, not a statement.

“Well, let’s try, huh?” Sam tries to keep upbeat, because Nathan kind of looks like shit. The odds of him being out of commission are decent.

“Yeah, okay.”

Sam takes hold of Nathan’s left arm, but even touching it makes Nathan yelp. He drops the arm like it’s broken glass that is also on fire and covered in acid.

“What? Is it broken?”

Nathan grabs his shoulder, cringing in pain. “Uh, I don’t… I don’t think so.”

“Well then what? Broken ribs? Did you get stabbed or something?”

Nathan shakes his head, carefully pulling his shirt collar down past his shoulder. The drenched henley is happy to accommodate. “Oh. Um. Yikes.”

And “oh, um, yikes” is right. Because Nathan’s left shoulder is lower than the right, an unnatural bump under his skin.

“You idiot. You dislocated it.”

“Damn, sorry. I’ll get your permission next time,” Nathan spits.

Sam doesn't have the energy to argue. He just sighs and yanks Nathan’s shoulder back into place.

“Shit!” Nathan screams. He grabs his shoulder protectively and mutters more curses under his breath. “Warn a guy,” he hisses.

“I needed you relaxed. You always tense up when you dislocate something.”

“Dude, that was one time.”

“And you tensed up, and I couldn't get your arm back in, so who's fault is that?”

Nathan sighs. Mutters a few choice swear words. 

“Gonna live?” Sam watches his brother carefully. He’s still pale.

But Nathan nods. “It’ll hurt like hell for a while, but I’ll make it. Help me up.”

So Sam grabs Nathan’s right arm and pulls him up. Nathan brushes the sand from his clothes and uses his belt to sling his arm. “C’mon,” Nathan says, heading inland. “Time to find a lost pirate civilization.”

[underworldobsessed]

For the OC ask: 2, 5, and 6 for Nemeia?

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

Well, if we're talking the Tadpoled crew, they're definitely the leader, although it's a bit of a reluctant role. Nemeia didn't really want to take charge of everyone, but when their group was so dysfunctional, they didn't really have a choice but to be the leader of a group. It's also easy to argue that they're the 'mom friend'. They're always the one reminding people to eat or to do what they need to, making sure their friends take breaks when they need to, even if they aren't the best at that themselves.

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

Ohhh, hmm. If we're going moral position, it's probably that all children deserve a good home and food on the table. If they had the space and the gold, they would absolutely create a safe home and place for all children they could find, taking them in off the streets and giving them a home.

If we're going a little bit more lighthearted, then they're big on the idea that seafood is disgusting and they'd rather choke than eat fish. They hate the way it smells, and it was one of the only things they could get reliably while they were on the streets as a child so they tolerated it, but now they are so sick of it. They'll eat literally anything else but seafood.

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

Well, Nemeia was my first ever D&D character, and back then they were pretty different. They're whole story was that they were traveling with the rest of the players, trying to earn their trust only to turn the party in to the person who owned their life (Kind of think Meg and Hades from Hercules) but they were a barbarian at the time. I really should have gone with Warlock, it fit them even back then. But I tried to pick a name that could hint at maybe the fact that they weren't exactly as trustworthy as they appeared and when looking up common Tiefling names, Nemeia stuck out for how it made me think of Nemesis. So that's how they earned their name, even if it doesn't fit them anyore.

[leatherbookmark]

tell us about abt old people chengqing!! :)

anon I am SO SORRY I saw this ask millennia ago and it was late so I was like ah! I'll reply tomorrow AND THEN I DIDN'T

anyway with old people chengqing I imagine a modern au they meet when they're already old. I think I should probably consider whether they'd have their spouses or grandchildren in this one but alas: I can't be arsed. so I'll just say that they meet in something like... hm. maybe it's a library or a culture center. maybe they live in the same neighbourhood and meet during a meeting about, idk, whether to build or not to build a new playground. who knows.

anyway, the thing is: they're similar. wq has never stopped saying what's on her mind, if anything, age has only made her care less about what people might say, because look. she's old. she's a retired doctor. can you prove she didn't assist your mother birthing you? you can't. are you gonna argue with someone who helped haul your ass into this world? no. sit down and shut up AND we're putting the money into the heating fund, flower beds can wait. (her speciality was cardiology and she didn't have That much experience with midwifery, but do people need to know that? also no.)

meanwhile jc learned to give less of a fuck what people, for example wei wuxians*, think about him, and this is also thanks to his age because you're gonna tell an old fart what to do? (at some point wwx told him that "old fart" does not suit such a fancy schmancy man as him. look at him. he's dressed way too neatly for a "fart". venerable flatus, perhaps. you're appropriating old fartery, a-cheng.) he often comes ready to Argue for his case, but then it turns out that either his suggestions are quite reasonable and everyone agrees, OR that wq has already given the people assembled a single Look and they suddenly found it in themselves to agree with her, oh, wholeheartedly.

*although whether wwx is a person or a nuisance sent to this green bitch of an earth specifically to torment jc, well that's a separate argument

so. they are being Shipped.

obviously -- one might say -- being old and bitchy at the same time and place does not mean you would make a good couple. tell that to the youths, though. you try and tell them. you accidentally bark at the kids to quiet down or watch out for their little sibling roughly at the same time and suddenly everyone's like ooh, isn't that cute! they catch you bitching about people who value looks over practicality and want the balconies to be renovated in a way that'll need further renovation in five years, utter idiocy, ONCE, and suddenly everyone's giggling, throwing you Looks, and asking if you've seen the flyers for dancing nights for the elderly.

of course you've seen them! you helped organise the whole thing. s o m e people need that, for interaction or something, and it needs to be done well, simple as that. no, they can't go. they've been there last month, the snacks were alright But this month they cannot. she has a book signing and he goes fishing with a-ling's youngest, you know how it is. maybe you kids should try other hobbies too, since you clearly have nothing else to do!

(the kids in question are like. 40-50.)

but. while it's annoying and bothersome, it's not like wq and jc actually hate each other. in fact, yeah, they like each other quite a lot, at least as much as you can like someone while like... coexisting. but this whole Thing with people making jokes like they were a bunch of schoolkids and not Old People does actually make them entertain, even just in their heads, the possibility of Getting To Know Each Other Better.

and while jc is, actually, interested -- she's a very intelligent, responsible woman, and physically she's quite excellent too -- he does get a bit shy in matters like these, so he just... doesn't really plan on doing anything, since he's quite pleased with how they are already. wq, however, does not like not knowing where she stands, so one day she just comes up to him -- when they're alone, mind you, she doesn't want to make a show for everyone out of this -- and goes, well, would you be interested in taking me dancing? and he. is glad he's put the book away, because his fingers twitch and he'd surely tear the paper. no, he says, i can organize this shit, but i don't like dancing at all. (there's a pause.) but if you were interested in going somewhere together, or getting something to eat...

(she is. and they go, like, right away, because a new cafe opened nearby and she wanted to try it, and then they go for a walk in the park and she tells him about her family, and he tells her about his, and they find another thing they have in common -- being surrounded by reckless fools, and also children -- and by the time a natural pause in their conversation arrives, one that happens because many topics have been exhausted, it's already dinner time, so now they go to a place jc likes... and by the time wgxn notice them it's too late to run away because they're in the middle of the soup, but jc suffers only a little because, see, the soup is good and so is this date, so really,)

[maybanksbabe]

omg,im in love with the older routledge and younger siblings concept (its healing my inner child). Could you PLEASEEE write some headcanons? Like what it was like when their dad first left,what their relationship is like or how she raises them,stuff they do together

sorry this took a hot minute it's been A Day!

when Big John started showing up less and less, she took over little by little

she made their lunches - or at least made sure they had food to take with them, JB included most of the time because I just know he's unorganised AF

she signs their permission slips for field trips, made sure they had the school supplies they needed with money that Big John left them

regularly left them with takeout money and instructions to stay out of trouble

before things got too bad, they'd regularly spend weekends out on the water together, all four or five of them, fishing, swimming and having a great time

the older they got, the less that happened, so R started trying to make the summers a little more enjoyable by picking up jobs that would allow them to come around and hang out

they frequently went out on the water, learning to surf and catching fish or crabs or any manner of aquatic life

frequently let them build tents/shelters outside so they could camp out on the weekends and over summer

if they knew there was going to be a storm, she'd make sure to get all their favourite snacks in, with JB's help to carry the paper bags into the house

old school movie nights where they build a blanket fort in the lounge and turn the lights off, all squeezing into the "fort" and it's all giggles and jokes and squirming around until they're comfortable

the arguments would be catastrophic sometimes, because all siblings fight and when it was bad, it was Very Bad. If it was the younger siblings v R they yell a lot and there are definitely tears but once they've cooled off for an hour or two they're fine

JB v Reader on the other hand is a different kind of bad because they're that bit older and the stress of being basically parentless and look out for each other so they need more like a day or two, up to a week, to apologise and forgive each other and move forward

she always - ALWAYS - puts on a brave face for the younger siblings, even if things are crumbling and it's not looking good - like when Big John disappeared - she makes sure they don't worry, making them smile and distracting them with stuff to do or places to go

she'd die for her younger siblings I'm not exaggerating and she probably comes close to it a couple of times lbr where JB is involved

when she's out of college and old enough to claim legal guardianship of JB and the youngsters, she's angry that Big John doesn't even argue or try to fight it

has definitely got into it with Big John, on multiple occasions when the others aren't around and it gets NASTY, never physical but they always throw insult over insult at each other

at the end of the day though, no one else will mess with them because they can be Hell on Wheels when they square up

[parragone]

I have oddly specific r6 brainrot, but I can't actually write it because I'm fixated on finishing my event piece, so instead, I'm sticking the ideas here to write later

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The first time Kapkan brings his partners on hunting trips. Like, individually. The way Glaz prefers to sit back and sketch Kapkan while they're in the hunting roost. How Fuze says very little during the trip but genuinely enjoys the time spent and learning how Kapkan seems more free when they're far from cities and towns. How Tachanka feels he's a bit too loud for the hunting aspect, but makes sure Kapkan is well fed and warm. Let Kapkan be spoiled by the poly spetsnaz 2023

Thatcher and Mute on a fishing trip together in the early days of Rainbow because Thatcher won't admit it, but he's basically adopted this kid. Mute reluctantly admits that, okay, maybe fishing is a bit more fun than it looks, but only because he's a patient sort of person who likes the quiet. Hours spent on the water with short conversations in between.

Lion and his son going on a trip for a weekend because Claire couldn't take Alexis to some event he really wanted to go to. Talks about things they both like and trading playlists. Talking about their relationship and Alexis admitting that, sure, Lion will never be "dad," but he's definitely Superman, and that's obviously way cooler

Thermite and Pulse chatting and shooting the breeze together one evening after a long and kinda crappy day. Thermite never notices how Pulse keeps glancing at him and memorizing the way he smiles, the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs, because he's just lost in some story about how his mom pulled him out of a rodeo ring when he was seven. He hasn't noticed and probably never will, and in a weird way, Pulse is okay with that.

Mira and Mute's first meeting being one where Mira expects total pushback only for him to be polite and almost excited to meet her. Finding out that he's admired her work for years and has followed her papers, her research, as long as he's known about her. Mira realizing that she understands this kid more than she thought she would.

Bandit and Kapkan being fantastic friends because they both know what it's like to be undercover. Sharing awful stories and being sarcastic shits. They'd be fantastic drinking buddies, and I've yet to be convinced otherwise.

Dokkaebi, Mute, Jackal, and Caveira unexpectedly bonding over being way too young for the shit they went through and the things they’ve done, even if it was on wildly different levels. Late night talks about weirdly disconnected childhoods. Admitting that they don't actually remember much about being kids. The four of them laying on the roof on a clear night and talking about the wild things in their lives.

Ash and Harry arguing about the decision to bring in NH. Ash losing her mind when she discovers he didn't even discuss the situation with Mute, who handles so much of their information control and security that it's not even funny because he's read the files of every single operator on the team, but he has no idea who the fuck NH is or if they're trustworthy. Learning that he never told Thermite or Mira, either, two of the core leadership figures in the team. Learning that Thatcher, one of the most experienced and definitely the most respected member, was outright against the decision. Asking him if he gives a damn about keeping Rainbow safe or if he's so wrapped up in his civilian nonsense that he's forgotten how much danger the team is actually in.

Jäger and Mira bonding over helicopters, but more importantly, the two of them sitting in the car garage with toolboxes and sandwiches to fix up cars for the team. Absolutely covered in grease and oil, talking about the worst flying conditions they've ever been in. The wheezing laughter between them when Jäger pauses mid sentence and just goes, "Oh wait, that's right, I crashed into a zombie apocalypse hot zone" like he FORGOT.

Blitz and Sledge being workout buddies because they're both peak physical performance. But also because they vibe to the same shit and enjoy each other's company. Always a little competitive but never to the point of harm. Ongoing inside jokes that can reduce the two of them to tears.

Frost, Buck, Mozzie, and Smoke discussing adrenaline junkie sports. Mountain climbing, parachuting, the works. They have an agreement that they're all gonna climb Kilimanjaro one day.

[surveillance-0011]

oh geez uh uh any w-3 headcannons????

Yes many tee hee.

Most of these r new/havent said before but I will repeat some for sake of not having to rummage thru tags. ANd the ones rotting in my drafts. Sorry for length i am. not normal about these fish

DJ (they/he?) is nicknamed Faith, and with the og japanese name this nickname would be Chu(ji)

Timpanist (he/it) is nicknamed Val, jpnese version would be Oo(shiki) or just Midori bc that's a bit more presentable name

The Cellist (they/she/he). Uh. I don't have a set nickname for them I usually just call them The Cellist/ cellisake I think they'd be okay with being referred to as that too. I've also called them Algin even tho that's technically not who they are... I've seen Blade as a nickname for them but something like Jr or Kid in reference to the whole "First Child" thing could work. Idk I'm indecisive ig they have a lot of nicknames

They are all ND

The Cellist and Faith started the band and Val joined soon after. Perhaps it makes more sense for it to be the other way around but I feel like with the Cellist being stubborn and more out there with their ideas that they'd initially forgo a more traditional instrument until they realized something was missing.

Val and Faith live together. The Cellist lives alone, maybe nextdoor w/ a lil pulley system between the two houses. Houses made during the Salmon Run are not really meant to be long term so this was meant to be a temporary arrangement to streamline their work but as you can see it's been some time.

Faith finds this nice, they were pretty much homeless and just couch surfing pre omega 3 and ended up moving in w/ one of them in their permanent ocean residences and they decided for the Salmon Run to keep a similar idea

Faith likes a lot of urban, cool culture. Streetwear, graffiti, hip hop and break-dancing... etc etc. They're also very tech savvy. Preferred genres r edm/techno, rap +rnb and punk...

Val enjoys an active lifestyle. Into travel, camping, fishing and more outdoorsy things, working hard, eating well, taking part in festivities and trying to give back to the community when he's not too caught up in his own stuff. Likes traditional salmonid music a lot but also pretty big on grunge and nu-metal

The Cellist likes reading and interacting with art that is like. "good enough" for him. Most of it is confusing or dreary. Likes coffee in the morning and maybe a small glass of scotch on a lonely evening. And being right. As for genres he'll go for whatever he thinks is groundbreaking in specific songs mostly regardless of genre.. but I feel he'd like rock. Probably post punk and more experimental stuff? Maybe folk and some classical music... idk idk!!! If anything it's mostly stuff like Trout Mask Replica...

The Cellist does however claim to not like pop music. This is usually not a lie but. She does actually like some of the Squid Sister's songs maybe even some stuff from OTH or C-Side. She would rather die than admit this.

I do feel like if any of them had to choose a favorite band of the ones we know DJ would choose Dedf1sh or Sashimori maybe C side.. Val would go for bottom feeders and Cellist would say uhh ink theory may be.. it’s good jazz music

Also uh Splatfest teams!

Faith: Scissors, Grub or Fun, Grass, Sweet, Milk Chocolate, Aliens, Gano- Power. and Vanilla!

Val: Rock, Gear, Fire, Spicy, Dark Chocolate, Nessie, Courage, Strawberry

Cellist: Paper, Grub, Water, Sour, White? or Dark. Bigfoot, Wisdom, Mint ChocoChip

They have all physically fought on multiple occasions. There's been at least one near breakup too

The Cellist's dorsal/hair fin is greying, their coloration is also a bit warmer than other salmonids

Val is not completely blind it its injured eye but its vision is fucked. It's also sensitive to light and sensation which is a major reason for the eye patch

They all respect each other as musicians and people and deep down they all care but they really do argue a lot. They're not really people who blend well together at all. DJ rebels against all that is mainstream and all they don't like and even stuff they're more neutral on for the hell of it. They kindof think they're cool for being a jackass but theyve also just become very callous bc they didnt have a choice when they were younger... and they kind of feel like they're still on the defense. Esp since the other two are more experienced and older and tend to treat him like a kid sometimes esp the cellist...

Val means well but he often struggles to take others into account. He's very goal oriented, a one-way track sort of guy who often acts more than a little clueless or even selfish. Not as petty or stubborn as the Cellist but he's got a lot of inertia. That and he's just... kind of shit at socializing in ways that don't piss other people off. Says a lot of accidentally insensitive stuff too. Comes off pretty intense to some as well!! And the Cellist. Well. Stubborn, emotionally repressed, physically and verbally clumsy... they are also a very sensitive person with a lot of emotional empathy where they kind of sponge up whatever vibe they feel, but they don't quite have the ability to act on what they think would make things right!

So yeah they fight a lot between these clashing personalities that bring out the worst in each other and other creative differences. The stress of the job adds to it!

Faith has an older sister. Val has two older brothers and many younger siblings. The Cellist is an only child which is uncommon in salmonid society

Faith is a Goldie, at least partially so. Val is a cohock from a family of steelheads and Big Shots and is extra durable bc of this. The Cellist is a Maws or meant to be one... he either did not complete training or retired due to his clumsiness...

All of them have healthy appetites esp Val and the Cellist

Val and the Cellist have both been in different bands before. Val was in a rock band that only lasted a summer when he was like 17-18 and then was part of a traditional salmonid music ensemble for a couple years before ω-3

As for the Cellist they’ve been through a couple different musical groups. They left most due to creative differences and not getting along with band mates.

This is the DJ’s first like. Band. Before this they just did solo gigs and posted stuff online

[sshewonders]

WARM BODIES

Chapter 04: Back to the Camp

chapter synopsis: Walking through the woods with Glenn, you're unsure about bringing the Dixon brothers, Daryl and the unpredictable Merle, back to the camp. Despite potential problems and expected resistance, you see Daryl as a good hunter. Returning to camp, things get tense and you argue with Shane. You defend your choice, saying survival is crucial. Finally, Shane reluctantly agrees to accept the Dixon brothers, and they cautiously become part of the group.

chapter warnings: Tense situations, post-apocalyptic survival challenges, and confrontations arise in this chapter. Themes include uncertainty, potential volatility, and the introduction of characters with unpredictable behavior. Reader discretion is advised.

word count: 4.2k words

author's note: I apologize for the delay in updating—it took weeks as I transitioned to a new phone, making the transfer of all data from my old device quite challenging. I also want to address the abrupt change in point of view towards the end. Rest assured, it was intentional, as our little nephew was the one experiencing that perspective, explaining the shift to third person point of view. Thank you for the likes, reblogs, and comments! A taglist will be added soon once I complete the transfer to my new phone. Thank you for your understanding!

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You, Glenn, and the two strangers, Daryl and his older, maniac of a brother named Merle, were trudging through the woods. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. You couldn't deny that Glenn might be right about the potential storm that awaited you back at the camp. What would Shane and the others think? What would happen? There'd undoubtedly be a heated debate; should they accept the Dixon brothers into the camp or send them packing?

But sending them away wasn't an option in your mind. Daryl would be a valuable addition to the group. The camp had been fortunate so far, thanks to Dale's fishing gear and some people's knowledge of edible mushrooms. But missing out on a hunter's meat? That was out of the question for you. You couldn't imagine a lifetime of mushrooms and fish in this post-apocalyptic world. You were a picky eater, after all.

Despite your persuasion skills, convincing the camp to accept the Dixon brothers was going to be a tough sell. The older one was certifiably insane, and Daryl had a reputation as a bit of a jerk. People would undoubtedly challenge your decision to bring them in. They'd likely ask Glenn, who had met the Dixon brothers alongside you. And with Glenn's inability to keep a secret or know when to keep his mouth shut, he'd probably spill the beans about his "almost" deadly encounter with Merle.

A maniacal laugh from Merle broke you from your thoughts. You exchanged a look with Glenn before letting out a heavy sigh and glancing over your shoulder. Daryl, with his inscrutable expression, held his crossbow like his life depended on it, and his gaze was fixed on you.

The dense underbrush of the woods seemed to close in around you all as you continued your journey. Your thoughts were interrupted when Glenn, who had been relatively quiet, finally spoke up. "Hey, are you really sure about bringing them back to the camp?"

You glanced over at him, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "I'm not entirely sure, Glenn," you admitted. "But Daryl, he's different from Merle. Like I told you. I can't put my finger on it, but I trust my gut feeling."

Glenn furrowed his brows, clearly still wrestling with the decision. "It's just that they're complete strangers, and Merle... he's something else."

You nodded, acknowledging the valid points Glenn was making. "I get it, Glenn. It's a risk, but it might be a risk we have to take. We need another hunter in the group, and Daryl could be that person."

Just as you were lost in your conversation, Merle's voice suddenly boomed from behind, making you both jump. "Hey, you two lovebirds up there, mind tellin' us where we're headed?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, shooting Glenn an exasperated look. You muttered under your breath, "This is gonna be one hell of a ride, that's for sure."

Back at the camp, Carl couldn't help but wonder why his aunt had been keeping to herself. She barely engaged in conversations with anyone other than him and his mom. And she was certainly avoiding Shane at all costs and possibility she could. It puzzled Carl though, because he knew that Shane was a good person. Shane had been the one to rescue them when the world went to chaos, and he was his father's best friend. Carl had faith that Shane would do everything in his power to keep them safe.

Carl recalled the night when their peaceful life had crumbled. He had been sleeping for just an hour when he was awakened by commotion in the living room. He could hear his mother's distress, footsteps running about, and chaos filling the air. As he turned on his lamp, he gripped his blanket tightly. Soon, his aunt burst into his room, hastily packing clothes into a suitcase. Confusion flooded Carl as he wondered why his aunt was in such a rush. He had no time to ask questions though, as his aunt quickly scooped him out of bed, urging him to change out of his pajamas.

Following her instructions, he changed as quickly as he could. Once he was dressed, Y/N rushed him to the living room, where he found his mother on the floor, overcome with grief. Shane was there, holding a shotgun, doing his best to comfort her. Suitcases were scattered around, and everything felt like a blur to Carl. One moment, he was in the living room, watching the adults frantically gather their belongings, and the next, he was blindfolded in the backseat of a car. Y/N had covered his eyes, warning him not to peek.

Despite his stubbornness, Carl eventually gave in and removed the blindfold. The sight he witnessed was etched into his memory forever. Looking out the car window, he saw his neighbor and friend, Jeremy, being viciously attacked by a creature that resembled Jeremy's mother. It wasn't really his friend's mom; it was a monstrous version of her. Carl screamed, and Y/N quickly silenced him, pulling his head against her chest as he wept. Shane wasted no time and drove off as Lori urged him to get them to safety.

"Who the hell are these?" Shane's voice cut through the air, pulling everyone's attention. It was a rare occurrence to hear Shane yelling, and it sent a shiver down Carl's spine. He abandoned his comic book and joined the growing crowd around the newcomers.

Standing beside his mother, Carl watched his aunt, Y/N, and Glenn as they interacted with the two strangers who, admittedly, seemed quite intimidating. One had the air of a deranged lunatic, while the other carried himself with an aura of cool appearance, his crossbow adding to the intrigue.

Sophia and Carol joined Carl's side as the tension in the camp began to rise. Y/N was putting down her recurve bow and Glenn placed a bucket of mushrooms on the ground.

The heat of the sun bore down on them, adding to the discomfort. Carl could see the frustration and concern etched on his mother's face as she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Shane couldn't contain his impatience. "I asked you. Who the hell are these people?"

Y/N squared her shoulders, her expression unwavering. She turned to face Shane and replied firmly, "They're hunters, Shane. They could be valuable additions to the camp. We need their skills."

Shane's jaw tightened. "Are you that dumbass? What, you didn't even think to ask for permission? You just brought 'em here?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her sarcasm dripping. "I didn't know we were supposed to vote for a leader all of a sudden. Last time I checked, Dale found the quarry, and it was me who persuaded you and Lori to go here. There was no you, Shane. You wanna act like a leader here 'cause you're a cop? Fine, but don't you dare call me a dumbass."

Shane's face reddened, his frustration evident. "We should have discussed this first."

Y/N sensed the impending confrontation with Shane. His anger was palpable, and she knew that it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

But she wasn't the only one who noticed Shane's agitation. Daryl stood behind her, his crossbow at the ready, echoing her resolve.

Defiantly, Y/N planted her hands on her hips and locked eyes with Shane. "They know how to hunt. We need people who know the woods, otherwise we'll starve. We can't survive on just mushrooms and fish forever. You know that, Shane."

As if right on cue, Merle inserted himself between Y/N and Shane, addressing the larger man with a devilish smirk. "You must be the leader!" He burst into another one of his maniacal laughs, adding to the tension.

Y/N gaze shifted to Merle, and she corrected him, "Shane isn't the leader, and there is no leader here. We're all equal."

Merle turned back to Shane, still smirking. "Think about it, man. Y'all don't wanna starve out here, now ya? We folks got skills, and bambi here's right. Y'all need us."

Shane's gaze shifted between the two brothers, his reluctance written all over his face. Y/N knew that Shane had a habit of relying on stereotypes, and the Dixon brothers didn't fit his ideal mold. But she firmly believed that everyone deserved a chance, and she couldn't ignore their potential value to the group.

After a long silence and some cautious glances, Shane surprisingly agreed to Y/N's proposition. He addressed the Dixon brothers, primarily Merle, and laid down the terms. "You both follow orders, do your part around camp, and there won't be any problems. Deal?"

Merle flashed that familiar grin and replied, "Sounds like a real deal to me."

Y/N shot a glance over her shoulder at Daryl, the quieter and more serious of the two. His distrustful blue eyes remained locked on Shane. She wondered if Daryl shared the same thoughts she did or if he was here out of obligation while Merle was more eager.

"Grimes?" Shane called out to Y/N, motioning for her to join him away from the others. She reluctantly complied, anticipating a lecture from him.

With her head slightly lowered, Shane's tone took her by surprise. "You surprise me sometimes, you know. Your voice, it's stronger than you let it out to be. I'm proud of you... I really am. I'm sorry if I overstepped there. I was just... well, now that Rick's gone, it's my job to look after you. I care about you. You know that, right?

Y/N absently traced her thumb over her palm as he spoke. "Yeah..."

Y/N, while still feeling somewhat reluctant, added to Shane's words, "I didn't want to miss the opportunity to secure another source of meat or let go of someone who could be a valuable addition to the group. You know, someone who knows archery can be a big help."

Shane nodded and leaned closer to Y/N, speaking softly so only she could hear. "I get it. It's not just about the food; it's about survival. But you know we've got to be cautious with newcomers. Especially these two."

Y/N's eyes met Shane's eyes, her own eyes reflecting determination. "I know, but they're different. Well, at least Daryl seems to be. He's got skills with that crossbow, and I- I mean we could use that."

Shane couldn't help but acknowledge the logic in her words. "Yeah...but you gotta be careful, yeah? I don't really trust 'em, especially that older jerk."

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping a bit. "I'll make sure to watch over them, Shane. If anything goes wrong, it's on me."

Shane placed a hand on her shoulder. "Just be careful. And keep an eye on Glenn too. He's a bad liar, and bad at keeping secrets."

Of course, he'd know about what happened in the woods. Y/N gave Shane a small smile. "Don't worry, I've got this."

[octarianstrength]

Meeting her fellow Krakens on the field of battle is one thing. But essentially being forced into a room with them for several hours is quite another.

Yulia has been dreading this meeting for a while now, but it's time face it and finally get it over with.

A single deep breath was all she gave herself before opening the door to the war room, all three of the other Krakens were already seated and waiting inside.

Furthest from her was Sumire Koizumi, the person considered to have the best engineering skills of anyone in the empire. Naturally, she oversees the manufacturing and maintenance of just about every piece of machinery that the military uses. She looks the part of an engineer too, with a blue coat over her armour and a pair of baggy trousers to go with it. Her goggles usually sit atop her head when they're not in use, and have been modified to better protect her face when she is working with the machines she loves so dearly. She was also heading Yulia's team with her during the mock battle, and was soundly defeated by the woman sitting next to her.

Tamura Oniiwa is the wild card of the four Krakens. There isn't a particular area she excels at better than the rest, however her skills with just about everything sit at a very good baseline that makes her much more versatile and threatening than any other soldier. Her choice of armour is... not something Yulia could ever figure out. It's like she got every piece of protective padding she could find and stuck it to herself. Clothing is something they'd get into arguments about frequently and Yulia is hoping she can avoid that today, though if it does come to pass it might be better than anything else they could argue about.

And finally there's the eldest of the Krakens, Eris Hawkeburn. The same person that Yulia was seconds away from fishing off in the mock battle. She's the strategist for the military and like Sumire, she's considered the best at what she does. Tamura would likely take some credit for coming up with the strategy that won them the battle, but in all likelihood it was probably Eris alone. And using herself as bait for Yulia of all people... that says something about her boldness. This woman's confidence levels are off the charts and her armour speaks to that, being no different form the standard for all soldiers, the only difference being a scope on the left eye of her goggles.

Eris and Tamura stared at Yulia as she stepped in and took her seat, a somewhat scornful look on both of their faces. The former was the first to say something.

"Took you long enough to show up. How long did you want to keep us waiting?"

Sigh. She can't catch a break. The first sentence of the entire meeting and she's already being chastised.

"If you didn't want to be kept waiting, why did you schedule the meeting for 0900? I'm on time—"

"Come on Quelaan, you're a Kraken. Do you really think just barely being on time is good enough? What if this was an emergency?" Tamura chimed in, to the dismay of both Yulia and Eris.

The latter would have preferred to do the talking herself.

"But it isn't, this is literally a planned meeting—"

The loud clearing of someone's throat interrupted Yulia. The noise only could have come from Sumire.

"Now now, let's all calm down here... Why don't we excuse Miss Quelaan for now. I'm sure we all have much more important things to discuss here."

The room fell silent for a moment. Everyone just sort of staring awkwardly at each other as Sumire's words hung in the air for just a bit too long.

As usual, Tamura was the first to speak again.

"Right. Let's move on to what I believe should be the primary order of business that we speak about here today...!"

Despite the fact that their eyes were all fixed on the person speaking, Yulia could feel Eris' eyes and practically see them rolling already. They both knew exactly what was coming.

"Preparing for our invasion of Inkadia!"

That triumphant, confident aura didn't make it anywhere near Yulia's half of the room. It hadn't even been ten minutes but the mood had already managed to drop to depths far lower than any dome.

"Absolutely not!"

Eris retorted. A snarl ever present in her voice.

"You do this every single time! How many times do I have to tell you before I get it into your thick head?! We. Are. Not. Ready!"

This is just about how Yulia expected things would go. Tuning out the sound of people screaming is not an easy skill to master, and Yulia is certainly no expert, but she'll try. Her goggles at least leave her in a position where she can close her eyes. Maybe by some miracle, she'll be able to fall asleep without anyone noticing...

...

"Hey... You still in there...?"

Yulia quickly blinked herself awake. She hadn't been asleep, but the clock on the HUD of her goggles told her that she'd successfully zoned out for about an hour.

Sumire had moved next to her in the midst of Eris and Tamura's screaming competition, some kind of flask in her hands, the lid on the table in front of them.

"Here."

She poured some liquid into the lid and offered it to Yulia. The scent instantly gave away that it was some kind of tea.

"Thanks."

Yulia took her newfound drink and raised it to her lips. It was still very hot, just the way she liked it...

Did Sumire brew this in here without anyone noticing...?

"Not a problem at all. Figured it was the least I could do after losing the battle for us... Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. We were against her anyway. Figured she'd know what we were gonna do before we even did."

"Heh... I suppose you're not wrong there..."

Unfortunately their pleasant little conversation was cut short by Tamura's impossible-to-ignore yelling.

"AND I HATE THAT YOU'VE CONVINCED HER THAT YOU'RE RIGHT!"

An accusing finger was pointed at Yulia. She did not need to hear the hour of arguing that preceded this moment to know what they were talking about.

"You make a... compelling argument. But Eris is right. Even if we were to defeat Inkadia, it would likely come with heavy losses of our own. And once we're out in the open like that... would we really be able to survive if someone else turned their attention to us? You know the Splatlands are still standing strong... Would they take it too well if we crushed one of their allies?"

Sumire made sure to get a word in before anyone else did. Tamura was sure to start yelling again if she didn't.

"And you don't think the new resources on the surface might put us in a better position? Or that might be able to call upon the Salmonids for additional help?"

"I... Don't know that they'd be able to turn the tides for us. The Salmonids have their own problems too..."

Yulia wishes she could feel comfortable truly speaking her mind here. She does believe what she's saying on some level, but it all feels quite shallow to her. She can only hope it doesn't appear that way to the others.

Tamura's fist slammed against the end of the table.

"They would help us if we were to go to war! We share a common enemy!"

Sumire raised her hands in a vain attempt to calm the room.

"Now now... I can see quite clearly that we're not getting anywhere bickering like this. Why don't we just put a cap on this meeting for the day if we don't have any other pressing matters to discuss?"

Silence once again. Emotions were still running high, but Sumire may have just prevented things from getting worse.

Yulia stood up, quickly putting distance between herself and the rest of the group.

"I'm leaving. And I suggest we place a ban on discussing this topic for our next meeting. Surely there are more important things we could be talking about."

She did not wait for a response before exiting the room and near running off.

Yulia heard the door open and slam shut behind her very soon after. She could only assume it was Eris returning home as usual, leaving the other two to sort themselves out in the aftermath.

[littlestbookworm]

I've had this typed up for like the last four months and I think I'm prepared to post this. I only have 30 followers and what are they gonna do if they disagree with me? Unfollow me? Fine. I know I'm just a very little fish in the big ocean thatis the Stranger Things fandom, but there are two things that seem to bother me about other people's headcanons. I also know that headcanons are personal and yada yada blah blah, but just give me a moment. I'm posting because I'm just a little sick of it and I want to know if anyone agrees with me on one or the other point.

Here we go:

1. The fact that everyone seems to like giving Eddie the "shovel talk", especially by people like Hopper, Max, Dustin, etc. when Eddie is dating Steve (in fanfics, headcanons, etc.). Eddie has just been wanted by police and chased by all of Hawkins so why would Eddie, Steve, Wayne for that matter be ok with Eddie being threatened? Steve already has a family trying to control him so why would he put up with it from other people? And Steve and Eddie are legally grown adults who might make mistakes when dating. Having people threaten your date is very much like a father defending their daughter's virginity. It's disgusting and no one's business. The first few times you see it, it's like "oh how sweet they really care" but then it just becomes questionable. You never see it happening in fanfics or headcanons with Steve dating Nancy or Nancy dating Robin. Eddie's special because he's sold drugs and that's his only crime? Wow. You know, Steve's probably taken drugs and has definitely gotten into fights before. Saying it's cute doesn't stop that it's awkward and a little dumb. If Hopper (who is usually the one doing the shovel talk) is soooooo gung-ho on Steve and Eddie not dating and needing to save the damsel in distress that is apparently Steve Harrington (who is also not his son and we don't even really know how Steve's real father would react and we just speculate), just let them fuck. Go ahead and no one will care. Write fanfics with Hopper and Steve fucking and Hopper being disgusting about grown adult Steve having other relationships.

And perhaps more controversial:

2. The relationship between Steve and Robin is becoming more than just "platonic soulmates" to people. It's a "phasing out the b from our bromance" type situation. Did you know that when I first thought about posting this, there were 79 fanfics on ao3 pairing them up in a physical romantic relationship? People are posting things that definitely feel more like they want Steve and Robin to be endgame. They hide it under the whole "this is what best friends/platonic soulmates do" and no it's really not. I don't think they'd practice kissing on each other like that. I don't think they'd give up other relationships for each other unless one could give a good reason for the relationship to end. Attend family dinners to avoid outting each other? Yes, sure of course. Move in together to afford housing? That sounds good sign me up. Having a "practice" makeout session? No that's just a little weird. It's not just the fanfics labeled Robin Buckley/Steve Harrington on ao3, it's the Tumblr posts that are labeled platonic soulmates and then talk about how the two would move in together, get married for reasons, make out for reasons, and forego any attempts to date other people. It's getting to be a bit much. If you had a family member tell you to dump dates or just not date at all for them when you don't have a chance in hell at dating them, you'd call them toxic and controlling.

I'm not looking to argue. If you like these headcanons or fanfic tropes, that's your prerogative. If you want to write Steve/Robin and are using the platonic soulmates tag, just write Steve/Robin. A lot of people on ao3 do it already. If you want to have people like Hopper, Joyce, Dustin, and Max threaten a supposed friend and be controlling, I dont know what to tell you but it doesnt make the characters look nice or like protagonists. They look like little assholes with a hardon for Steve. Fanfics and headcanons are our way to escape and add on to our favourite media. I'm just kinda pointing out what I'm noticing and wondering if anyone else feels the same way or has anything else to add to this. I'm only writing this and posting it because it was weird a couple months ago when I saved this to my drafts and it's just getting kinda worst (from my point of view). I've been in toxic fandoms before so none of this really scares me. It just makes me roll my eyes.

Please don't spam me with hatred for voicing my opinion. I don't really read messages on here for fear of being yelled at by strangers on the internet. And I don't really care if you think I'm being a bitch for talking badly about one of your kinks or favourite tropes. I am a bitch but I don't think it's for thinking any of this. That's why I prefaced this the way I did.

Thank you for your time. Hate me all you want I guess...

[wrightlaw]

[Emmet seemed offended, but Phoenix remained unperturbed, even as the ivory man's piercing eyes looked him up and down. After waiting for a moment or so for this freak to inform him on his actual transgressions, Phoenix grew impatient of the silence and went back to collecting his cards. By the time he'd tucked them into their case, Emmet spoke up again.]

["Confused?" Phoenix stifled another laugh as the man insisted that his "crime" was deadly serious- who was this guy, anyway? A normal person wouldn't be so passionate about enforcing rules in a subway...but then again, nothing about him ( or anyone else in his life, for that matter ) was normal. This sort of encounter might as well be an everyday occurrence for him- even if Emmet seemed more incensed by his existence than many of Phoenix's former opponents.]

[Phoenix gave a blank stare as Emmet further clarified- his actions broke the "rules," not the law. He wondered what the difference was in this guy's mind; it certainly couldn't be anything rational.]

❝ Oh. That explains a lot. ❞ [Phoenix remarked as the stranger finally introduced himself. Of course the only station manager he'd met in his lifetime would be an overzealous freak for the rules. He should've guessed.]

[He didn't quite understand Emmet's logic, though- as a budding magician, his daughter had an inherent fascination with playing cards. A good chunk of their bonding had actually involved the introduction of card games, like "Go Fish," "War," and yes, even poker. He didn't ever gamble with her, of course, but they'd sometimes play to determine bedtime or chores. ( Phoenix had never lost a real game, but he'd sometimes throw a game or two for her. )]

❝ I heard you the first time, y'know. ❞ [The double-introduction was a bit...redundant, to say the least.] ❝ And hey, card games can be great for a kid's development- it's better than letting the TV raise them, anyway. As for gambling, I'd argue that if a kid actually thinks to play someone for money, then they've got a gift. ❞ [Phoenix laughed at his own joke.]

❝ Relax. I'm only kidding. ❞ (...Mostly.) ❝ I won't challenge you again. Don't worry about that. ❞ [Tackling Emmet in a game of cards would be way more trouble than it was worth. As if proving his point, he tucked his pack of cards back into his pocket.]

❝ But if you really wanna crack down on subway gambling, you might as well perform a citizen's arrest on Frank here. He's the one who keeps betting! ❞ [Phoenix gestured to the homeless gentleman behind him and chuckled.] ❝ It'd probably keep the poor guy from going into debt. I'd tell him to stop myself, but a guy's gotta make a living, y'know? ❞

"...I'm sorry?" His voice cracked as he glared, eyes narrowing a bit now, at the other. Did he just try to correct him? Who the hell did he think he was? Emmet looked the man up and down several times as if he might find his answer if he did so enough, but he remained equally stumped after each moment that passed.

"I think you're confused." Emmet finally spoke again after several long moments, sounding pretty confused himself. "I stand corrected on the loitering. But I remain serious about the gambling. Deadly serious." He took in a big breath, folding his hands behind his back so it would be a bit less obvious as he furiously gripped them together, tight enough for him to feel his freshly cut nails even through his gloves.

"It is not violating the law. It violating the rules." He spoke slowly, making sure to emphasize the difference between the two so this ne'er-do-well alleged father might have an easier time understanding him. He released his grip on his own hands and pulled them back in front of him in order to clap them together, like a college professor about to start a lecture.

"I am Emmet. I am a station manager. There will be no gambling within our station's premises, legal or otherwise. Many of our passengers are minors. Exposure to gambling is a very bad influence. As a father, I would hope you understand this. I am Emmet." He repeated, his go to, matter-of-fact phrase helping himself stay composed. "I am not going to play poker with you. Not during work. Not after work. If you want to play cards, you can- without distributing money to the winner. Understand?"

Emmet really, really didn't like this guy. He wished his brother was here to help him deal with this because he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take without blowing a gasket.

[lilac-5ky]

hi!! could u do married life with gintoki plz?? hcs or scenario whichever u prefer i just want to think about what its like to be miss sakata >////< thx!

I was going to make it into pure married life, but I really wanted to include how the whole proposal and wedding happened. So yay for freebies ^^

Being Gintoki's Wife Headcanons

Warning: slight nsfw towards the end.

Congratulations, you married the protagonist of the anime. That's the equivalent of hitting the jackpot, except you wouldn't be so broke after guessing the winning numbers to the lottery. Hey, no one said that being Yorozuya Gin's wife wouldn't have its disadvantages!

Proposal

The way he proposed to you was... quite interesting. He was a nervous mess and tried to calm down by going down the booze route, which led to him being both inebriated and awkward. You'd been dating for quite a while and he was certain that he could finally tie the knot with you (Thank Kagura, Shinpachi and Otose for pushing him to it). With you he felt comfortable to be who he is, knowing that you loved him despite his flaws. He was always at home whenever you were around, though actually proposing was nerve wracking.

If he was left alone to do it, perhaps he'd just toss you a ring and leave it at that. But, because communism exists, his marital business is Yorozuya's marital business and they'd sit him down and explain that unless he tries to at least be a bit romantic, you'd be disappointed. In reality, Kagura said that you'd leave with another man if you did that, a fact that managed to get him all stressed up in the first place.

And so, Gin really did his best planning a memorable proposal. He took you out to a fancy restaurant, wore his *rented* tuxedo, bought a ring worth of 10 rents which he placed into the champagne glass (courtesy of Otae). It was the perfect night! Or... so it was, until he started chugging glass after glass, eventually forgetting that a ring was placed in one of them and... yes. He swallowed the ring.

I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't noticed and went along with his proposal, voicing the little speech he had prepared with the guys the previous night, though be it half slurring and messing up halfway. It was a wonder you said yes, but it was a bigger wonder that he had managed to swallow a wedding ring without even being aware of it. Of course, that was something he kept hidden from you, and will probably keep it hidden even until after your children have children of their own. It's embarrassing, don't blame him!

At the end, he admitted leaving it at home, a far less shameful option. You parted ways and no one really asked why he spent the next 6-8 hours in the bathroom. The next day, you had a gorgeous shining ring around your finger, and an exhausted Gintoki by your side.

The wedding

Most likely Gintoki wished for a simple ceremony with those closest to you. Mainly because it would cost less but also because he isn’t one for extravagant parties. A wedding is a union and while he never hid your relationship, he’d be a bit flustered about saying such important words in public.

He did tell Kagura and Shinpachi, as those closest to him. And of course, Shinpachi told Otae, who told Kyuubei and then the entire Yagyuu clan had to pay their respects. Perhaps Gin also let Katsura know, not actually expecting him to show up, though he did and so did the Shinshengumi. At the end of the day, the entire cast was standing before you, some arguing and throwing bombs at one another, while others were too busy stuffing food in bento boxes. The quiet wedding you dreamt off turned into a bit of a fiasco, but everyone enjoyed themselves and so did you and Gin.

Honeymoon Period

I doubt that Gin could afford a proper honeymoon vacation, but perhaps Otose chimed in a bit, giving him enough money to take you somewhere decent as a wedding gift. Don’t think Hawaii or Paris or anything, but he did take you to an idyllic little fishing village or to a lovely mountain settlement.

The time you spent there was quiet and peaceful, unlike your everyday life in the city. It was a welcoming change and for once, you found yourself wishing that it would last more than a few days. Before you knew it, vacation time was over and you were back at Kabukicho.

Married Life

During the first few months, Gintoki would probably put on his good face. He'd be sweeter than usually to you, even going as far as to plan "romantic pizza nights in front of the tv" with candles all around. That would be his basic idea for a date night, but don't worry, he'll keep it up in the future too, minus the candles.

Another type of date time would probably be board game nights, either with just the two of you or his friends. If you end up winning too much, I wouldn't be surprised if Gin decided to flip the table or go as far as to cheat. If you catch onto him and scold him about his behavior, then he'd try to use other means to "win" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He is shameless, after all.

Surprisingly enough, Gin isn't bad at doing chores, though he does complain about it. Considering the nature of his job, it's not too uncommon for him to have days off, and so, if you are the one with a more stable 9 to 5 kinda job, he doesn't mind taking over the housework. Mostly to keep cockroaches at bay ;-;

If he is the only one to do chores, he'll start nagging about how you married him just to turn him into a housewife. Bribing him with something tasty, whether that is food or you, is bound to make him forget about it, for the time at least.

Speaking of food, a fun activity Gin would enjoy, is cooking with you. He mostly enjoys eating whatever it is that you make for him (supposing it's not burnt tamagoyaki or rice with egg on a daily basis), but if you suggest making something together, he'll find it just as fun and exciting. He doesn't always follow the recipes and a lot of the time he ends up slacking off, tossing ingredients such as flour on your bare face just to get a laugh out of it. In no time, such a notion would lead to an all out kitchen war. Just make sure that he cleans the mess afterwards, considering it's his fault.

Despite Gin picking up on chores, he can be very messy, turning your house into a dorm. Half finished ramen, jump magazines scattered around, tissues and cans, he leaves disaster in his trail. He will clean when he realizes you need a boat to pass through each room, or, if you order him to.

Perhaps at one point, you both tried to better yourself and engage into some more sophisticated hobbies, such as wine tasting or museum touring. Every couple gets to a point when they look at other couples and wonder if they are doing things wrong. But neither expensive wines or impressionism did it for you, and so you went back to your old habits in no time. It's better when you don't have to pretend around each other.

After a quick detour, back to Gin's messiness we go. He is the type to spend an awful long time in the bathroom, not because he is doing anything weird, but because he takes his jump with him. He can sit on the toilet for hours on end, not even realizing how long it's been.

Whenever he showers or baths, you will definitely know because of the endless stream of water and hot steam following after him. It looks as if someone copy-pasted Venice in your house and Gin isn't apologetic in the slightest over it. The main cause of it, is because he refuses to dry himself up, choosing to wander around the rooms with just a towel. Now if you scold him, he has no issue jumping on top of you with the sole intention of drying his body against your clothes.

Naturally, it doesn't take long for things to get heated, and I can definitely imagine him smirking while saying "Now I'm not the only one who's wet". Shameless, I told you. Besides, he is also the one who jumps into the shower with you if he is in a hurry, without even bothering to ask if it's fine.

Gin isn't against self care. He doesn't admit it, but in order to keep his hair tamable, he uses A LOT of products. Could have an entire shelve dedicated to hair products only, no surprises here. He might tease you if he sees you using a face mask sheet, though if you offer him one, he'll allow you to pamper him, asking you to check how soft his skin is 24/7.

A nice thing Gin does from time to time, is massages. If you come back tired from work, he'll have no issue rubbing your feet, your shoulders, and anywhere else you need him to *wink wink*. Again he'll bring up the "housewife" argument, but he is more than happy to take care of you.

On the contrary, a nasty thing Gin most definitely does, is start calling you old hag. Even changes your contact name to that and acts as if you are some old lady, despite being of similar age to him. Don't, just... don't ask.

Generally, you don't argue a lot and your fights consist of really petty and childish arguments, such as who gets to watch what on the tv. Usually it ends with him sitting on the remote to prevent you from touching it. Or, on cold winter nights, he ends up hoarding the blanket, leaving you to shiver alone while playing tug war with his sleepy self.

At times, Gin experiences severe nightmares about his past. It's something he can't let go off completely, and although he chooses to ignore it in his daily life, he can't control his subconscious. There isn't much for you to do, as he won't be willing to talk about it. However, wrapping your arms around him, assuring him that it's fine, that you are there and that he did his best, will definitely help.

His sex drive does die a bit after you get married, but it's not much of an issue. If you initiate things, he'll almost always be up for it, and he definitely has his "hornball" moments. If you are doing the dishes, he'll be doing you. If you are in it for a relaxing bath time, he'll have you sit between his legs. If he sees you all dressed up for a work event or an outing with a friend, he'll most likely undress you first.

Randomly slaps your butt from time to time whenever you pass before him. If you scold him, he chuckles while giving you the look to know that if you are up for it, he is also up for it. Lots of heated times on the couch, considering he is sometimes too lazy to move things to the bedroom.

Finally, kids is not something in his immediate plans. In fact, he'll try to postpone such talks until you enter the second year of marriage, if not more. He'll always go "La la la la la" at the mention of such things, but if you sit him down and ask him to have a family, he'll groan and take you to bed right away. After all, how can he say no to you?

[awellboiledicicle]

So about the goblin ocs--

There are three, and they were supposed to have union with the original Rigur for diplomacy. It's been planned since they were kids, and the four of them were very close. Rigur II spent a good amount of time going "gee, i wish I had a name so I could unite with such cool ppl" bc hes a little younger and had a crush on them. No jealousy tho, just dramatic sighing.

They were in Tempest To Be to prep for the union when Valdora disappeared and it quickly became a panicked "do what you can" situation.

Rei, the daughter of her groups elder, is a midwife and healer-- she also uses a walking stick due to weak ankles. She uses the stick to hit things and that's 90% of why shes alive by the time Rimuru rolls up. The other 10 is everyone keeping the pregnant lady away from the wolves. Shes heavily pregnant with the original Rigurs child-- they'd expected to be settled by the time she delivered and YET. Is absolutely the one who will vow to burn someone's everything to the ground before someone stops her. Cares for her people A LOT and hates anything against them. Her attitude with the tempest wolves is basically "I will trust you because Rimuru said to, but if you twitch wrong I SWEAR". Very much the standard anime pretty girl appearance, but unexpectedly intense.

Rio is a hunter/forager that has a knack for tracking. Often joked with Rigur I that she'd be the main provider, if only because he was bad at sneaking up on things after evolving. Very much concerned with making sure everyone has food, even once Rimuru handles things. Isnt totally sold on the wolves, even after being told to pair up. Spends the first 3 days wrestling with her wolf to befriend them, so she could tell how strong they were as named monsters. They then became very, very good at tracking what the other couldnt. Tomboy to the max. Tends to hover over Rei, and likes to spoil her. Has decided that Rigur is just another wife more than anything. He really doesnt argue.

Rin is the shortest and the one who was most impressed by Rigur I having a name. Her personality is genuinely caring and shes passionate about things that interest her. Her main concern is always the safety of her family, regardless of scale. In light of Rigur I being killed, she went into overdrive making spears and trying to use them to help. Her experience was largely using them to fish, but it worked out. Flat refuses to call a wolf her partner, and only working with hers to honor Rimuru's wishes. Not happy that Rigurs name was handed off to his brother, and takes his loss out on Rigur II a bit. Eventually mellows, but it takes a bit. Will flatly call Rigur "husband", probably gives him a heart attack the first time she calls him "beloved" or something.

But wait you say, did Rigurd just have them marry Rigur while Rimuru was in name naps?

Its actually kinda Rimurus fault. Because while Rigurd would probably have worked out the follow up math on the union, Rimuru just heard "these are my fallen sons wives" (rigurd was paraphrasing) and slapped the same name after their unique names.

Which both gave them two names and tied them to Rigur II via their family name now being Rigur.

So they rolled with it and Rigur now has three wives and a baby coming. Hes Stressed But Hype.

Then he went to dwargon and left Rigurd to do diplomacy about it...because a whole lot of social capital was just gained and Rimuru has NO IDEA.

also just. Love the mental image of Rin and Rigur working together for Tempest defense. Rio being in charge of sustainable harvesting of stuff they cant work out how to cultivate. Rei has 100% handed her baby to Rimuru when he comes to see how the domestic medicine department is doing and just. Let's him hang while grabbing things. Slime Uncle has been considered family, he WILL hold baby that tries to eat his hair.

Will they change the world much? Probably not aside of Rin evolving through sheer protective instincts or Rei formulating contraceptives for ppl and selling them. Rio likes to garden. They're just lil guys