#a badass grandma with a rifle

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The Rebirth B-Team that we deserved...

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Chapter 8. Stupid decisions

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Valentina Rivera (OC)

Word count: 940

Trigger Warning: injuries, broken ankle, hospital, talk of absent father, OC character sparring with Steve

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Marvel characters, only the Original characters are mine.

General Masterlist - Willow Series Masterlist

1 year later since the Snap

What started as a fight lesson for the Rivera siblings ended up being a whole activity involving the majority of the women of the Rivera extended family, and of course, Miguel Rivera.

Rogers and Romanoff were impressed the first time they tested the siblings.

"Mom taught me so I could do the same with my sister” he explained “also, most of my uncles and aunts were in the army, so they taught us things too”

“Yeah, that is true. And my grandma taught us how to ensemble a rifle in less than a minute, she was a total badass back in her day” Val smiled with nostalgia “I miss that vieja loca”

Most of the cousins were resting or stretching, it has been a busy day, a year was enough for them to be good at fighting, but most of the ladies were really fast learners. Miguel had some intensity when he started to do something, he started to train every day until he hurt himself, making Valentina the rational one that time and make him train at least two days a week and rest the other days.

“She’s getting better, and… stronger? Did Steve stumble?” Miguel and Nat make a pause to watch the action in the other end of the training room

“That is a nice move, oh, the punch” the spectators hissed when her fist ended in Steve's shield and Natasha winced thinking of the amount of pain in Valentinas hand.

There was a tense silence while they were witnesses of the most ambitious fight that Val has ever done, on the other hand, their cousin Diana takes out the first aid kit bandages and her cousin Michelle runs to the kitchen for ice.

“Sweet yisus , se va a matar, voy a tener que recogerla en pedazos” Miguel was feeling anxious, and his emotion was getting stronger when he witnessed how his sister deflected in the air Steve’s shield with a leg kick.

The sound of the shield getting stuck in the wall was enough to make everyone stop everything, and they started to contain their breath, not knowing what could happen now.

Punches, leg kicks, deflecting the other attacks, both repeat the dance all over again, until Valentina can use her fox quickness to slip away, kick Steve in his back and later in his face with her knee.

“Lo hizo sangrar!” exclaimed Diana, covering her face un surprise

“Please please please, tell me this is it” Valentina supplicates, not moving from her defense pose “I can’t move, I think I broke my leg and something else that I didn’t know I have”

Miguel looks up to the ceiling, catching a glimpse of what it looked like a security camera.

“Cameras are still working?”

“I think so…” answered Natasha. The older sibling only nods and runs to assist his sister. 

Steve's nose was bleeding, meaning that was a really well made kick or was strong enough, he cleans himself a little with the back of his hand, being a super soldier means healing faster, a bloody nose was just a little inconvenience.

“Helen!” Diana voice was strong, that was her boss voice “Llamale a tía Gloria y pregunta si está en el hospital. Y dile a Michelle que llame a tio Fer, que perdió la apuesta y que nos tiene que pagar”

“Seriously? I have a potential broken leg y ustedes huevones apostando para cuando pasaba esto?!” Val use Steve and Miguel as help for walk up to her backpack “I’m starting to hate all of you”

Steve drove them to the hospital, aunt Gloria was doing her shift, that helped them a lot. 

Both men patiently drink a cup of coffee in the waiting room while Valentina was being checked by a doctor, the poor older sibling was feeling his muscles loose and the nervous tremors starting to stop.

“Something is bothering her, she only does stupid things when she is mad”

“So, she is always mad?”

“Kind of…” Miguel held his head low, the floor was pretty interesting to see when he spoke about ‘the subject’ “Thing is… My dad left us in April like seventeen years ago… And is just a few days left for April to start, which means that she is going to be fucking mad the first fifteen days of the month, she just blames herself”

“Why? It was someone else decision, not hers”

“Dad never loved her back, we even think that he never loved mom either. He is… or was… that kind of person that likes shiny things, he saw a shiny beautiful girl with emotional needs and just used that for his advantage, then he left with his second wife in Portugal, a 23 year old skinny beautiful girl, she was like a model… the last thing i knew was that he married his fifth wife, another young lady to mentally abuse. Mom died believing she wasn’t enough for him, and Val grew up believing she wasn’t perfect enough for having a father”

Both stayed in silence, there weren't enough words for them to describe their feelings. 

Aunt Gloria arrived a few hours later, it wasn’t her job to tell them the news, but she was doing it anyway.

“The hand is fine, just needs rest and if possible no movement for at least two weeks. But she had a broken ankle for not using the proper protection gear for whatever the hell she was doing.” Miguel groans, throwing his head back “And honestly, coming from Valentina it has been a miracle that she spent an entire year with no accidents. Oh, and she needs surgery”

“Fuck…”

Tags: @pinkpondofasgard @invisibleanonymousmonsters @dance-dreamer @americasmarauders

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Remembering my grandpa: the coolest guy I've ever met

so, like, still haven't processed what happened. that's honestly pretty typical for me, it's something I used to feel really guilty about (everybody around me would be crying, and I wouldn't actually feel those emotions for upwards of a year), and I've gotten better at addressing what's under the surface before it gets to the point of a breakdown. there are several reasons for why my biggest personal metaphor for grief is as follows

our love is a garden; this grief is a seed

mostly been keeping myself busy, just cleaned most of the kitchen in one go, probably going to clean my room later today. also been thinking a lot about how incredibly cool my grandpa was. he's genuinely one of the most rad people I've ever had the chance to meet, and I don't even know all of his stories!!! just gonna ramble about him for a bit

dropped out of high school (and later got his GED) because WW2 was happening and he enlisted (either lied about his age or was just barely old enough). got recognition for his marksmanship skills, and (forgive me for not knowing his official rank/title) even ended up being a sort of guard for a high ranking officer. I remember being told that when they had to drive somewhere, Gramps was the guy with a scoped rifle keeping an eye out for trouble, ready to counter ambushes or something like that.

(the point is that I haven't heard the details since I was a kid, but his rifle skills were incredible, especially considering his age at the time)

known for drinking Respect Women Juice and being a stand-up guy. I've read some of his memoirs (not published, but they might be at some point, I'll let y'all know), and he talks about how mad he was at my grandma's dad (his eventual father-in-law) because the FIL was soooo excited to have "man time" with Gramps, after already having treated Grandma like the son he would have preferred, and Gramps couldn't understand why FIL wasn't appreciating the incredible woman that Grandma was. seriously, Grandma was also a badass, an equally incredible sharpshooter who only quit competing (having reached the highest level for women in the US) because she realized in order to keep winning she'd have to actually put time and effort into getting better. also she was a great cook, apparently. had a real temper tho

Anyway, there's also some other stuff about his respect for women, but that involves a bit of family drama with other relatives that I don't want to get into online. The gist is that he went out of his way to make sure that several women in the family got treated fairly, especially when some people weren't properly appreciating the work of a stay-at-home mom.

He was an active scuba diver for many, many years, and several of his longest friends were met via the hobby. at one point, he even worked with several of them to buy a large amount of land on San Juan Island (of the San Juan Islands), where they divided it up and all built houses together. I have many memories of going to visit during the summer, and honestly it was really impressive what they built together. Grandpa also loved kayaking, and even dabbled in making kayaks!

Putting more under the break because I recognize this is lot

In order to get to San Juan Island, most people take a big ol ferry. during an incident that got a fair bit of coverage in the local newspapers, my Grandpa was taking the ferry when he realized someone in the distance was in trouble (small boat, might have gotten flipped or something, again don't remember all the details). Grandpa was quick to take action, got the attention of the ferry's crew, and was able to arrange a rescue. If he hadn't noticed the boat, chances are the person/people would have died.

Gramps was very active even up into his mid-to-late eighties (genuinely very fit and healthy until his kidneys started failing), and had some fun ventures as part of a historical group that went around the San Juan Islands finding old map markers/territory markers (god, I wish I remember the right word) and using modern tech to record their exact locations. It was like a scavenger hunt, almost, using old/outdated maps to find these things.

He was also an official boat inspector for Friday Harbor (the main part of San Juan Island) for several years, and was recognized for his hard work/the sheer number of inspections he did.

On top of all of this, my Grandpa was genuinely one of the warmest, funniest guys around. If someone asked me to think of an example of healthy romantic love, I would think about my Grandpa and my step-grandma. Then I'd think about my brother and his gf but that's a whole other thing. Grandpa was full of love, and had no qualms with showing it, using his musical talent for serenading her (he also joined in during the family gathering jam sessions). The way he looked at her will be forever engraved in my memory, full of love and full of life.

There are plenty more stories about Grandpa, some of which I just never heard, and some of which I have simply forgotten. I'm gonna miss him.

[allthemusic]

Week beginning: 29th September

Fresh from the horrors of Close the Door, are we going to be back on an even keel? Just going off the titles, I suspect so, with at leastw one track that's got to be a Western theme.

The Man from Laramie - Jimmy Young (peaked at Number 1)

Not only a Western theme, but a popular Western theme - this song reached Number 1! It was apparently from a film of the same name, whose summary sounds incredibly bloody - a quick scan and I'm immediately seeing rival cattle barons, shooting mules, selling rifles to Apaches and people being thrown over cliffs. I don't know how much this was par for the course, though. Maybe all Westerns were just a bit like that.

It starts strong, with a strummy beat that keeps up throughout the song, and lyrics about how the titular man form Laramie was a man with a peaceful turn of mind / He was kinda sociable and friendly / As friendly as can be. Sounds like a nice fellow, the sort of guy your grandma would approve of.

But then, the twist, as you find out that you never saw a man outdraw / The man from Laramie. He may be a dear, but he's also a crack shot and a badass with multiple notches in his gun - I particularly enjoy the line about how There was no coyote who could outshot / The man from Laramie.

Aside from that, we also learn that he has a flair for ladies and that The ladies loved his air of mystery. So we're adding a few more layers. Honestly, this guy is a Mary Sue. I mean, he's lovely and likable, but also a badass who shoots people, plus he's a chick magnet? Could he even be cooler?! Strong main character energy.

On a small note, I also really like the melodrama of the line about how Danger was this man's specialty. It's such a cheesy, pulpy line, used without any irony at all, and I just think it's neat.

There's a few touches later on from some backing singers - presumably the man from Laramie's army of swooning broads - but otherwise, the song just keeps trotting along pleasingly enough. As a cheesy pulp Western theme, it does its job just fine. I might watch this film, if it was on at the cinema back in 1955.

Love Me Or Leave Me - Sammy Davis Jr. (8)

This song did not fare as well in the charts as Jimmy did, which is a shame, because it's excellent. It starts jazzy and speedy, a real energetic toe-tapper that I almost immediately realised that I know and really like already!

It's a standard, taken from a 1928 musical comedy called Whoopee! that looks rather silly. This song is definitely the breakout from that play, sung by a singer called Ruth Etting, who got a boost from a 1955 filjm about her life, named after this song, where she was played by none other than Doris Day. So that explains why we're seeing versions of it at this point - it was a retro throwback song!

It starts strong, as mentioned - all energy and brash trumpets, and Sammy imploring his love to Love me or leave me / Or let me be lonely, insisting that I'd rather be lonely, than happy with someone else. There's something kind of beautiful about that, as a sentiment, I guess? It's romantic, at least.

I love the internal rhymes, too, especially in the second verse as we hear that You might find the night time / The right time for kissing / But night time is my time / For just reminiscing / Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else. That's some good, solid word-smithing, right there, and again, it captures Sammy's desire to be alone, rather than move on from what at least seems to be an unrequited love.

We get some more lines about how I want your love / But I don't want to borrow, and then the best bit of the song begins, as a saxophone blares, and then Sammy launches into a rapid stretch of scatting, and I won't make a fool of myself by transcribing what he's actually saying, but just know that he makes the wildest mix of sounds, changing on a dime and picking out a completely different rhythm on top of some bass and keys with such energy and aplomb. He's throwing himself into it in a way that is just undeniably sexy, somehow. I can just tell, even via the audio, that this guy had stage presence.

And then we get a sax solo, introduced with a blasting notes and a shouted Blow, Sam! which is probably my favourite way that anybody can introduce a solo. I just like it when the singer gives their soloist a shout-out, okay?

And then the song brings it home with another few verses, livened up with a few handclaps, this time. It's a final excellent element of a song that doesn't ever let up or slacken off. The song starts strong, and remains strong all the way through, and honestly, it should be so much more well known than it is! What a banger!

I think my favourite is clear, here. Honestly, it's a shame - any other week, The Man from Laramie would have a real fighting chance, with its pulpy Western charm. But the star of the show today is clear. You can't beat a jazz number, if you throw the right energy at it, and Sammy's song is the definition of "the right energy". If you have not listened to it, go listen!

Favourite song of the bunch: Love Me Or Leave Me

[ncscope-archived-blog]

“Grandma’s Got A Gun” (aka: my favourite Ana TV Tropes according to this website)

Action Mom: Mother to Fareeha (aka Pharah), Ana's returned to the fight to protect her daughter and her closest allies.

Animal Motif: Birds, like her daughter, though in her case it's more subtle. The white hair emerging from her hood resembles a hooked beak in her concept art and most of her victory poses.

Archenemy: Widowmaker. Widowmaker is responsible for Ana's missing eye and decision to fake her death. If the two meet each other again, Widowmaker taunts the aged and weathered Ana, and Ana snipes at her by saying Gerard was a fool to love her. If Widowmaker eliminates Pharah, she mocks "Like Mother, like daughter" and if Ana eliminates her, Ana throws back her "One shot, one kill" line.

Badass Longcoat: She wears a tattered gray hooded sniper's coat that helps her blend in with the environment and shield her from enemy sight (and fire). Her Origins skin gives her a blue trench coat that she used to wear when Overwatch was still active.

Badass Family: Together with her daughter Pharah.

Brought Down to Badass: Lost her cybernetic eye during her last mission with Overwatch and has refused to get it replaced by either a new prosthetic or through Mercy growing her a new one. The lack of it only slowed her down a tad.

Brutal Honesty: When Reaper tries to say that teaming up with her is like old times, she says that it is..."except for the part where [he] became a homocidal murderer".

Chameleon Camouflage: As seen in her character trailer, her sniper's cloak helps her blend in with her surroundings as realistically as a real-life sniper can do. When put in the Anubis map, her cloak adopts traces of brown to fit in with the desert color scheme.

The Chick: Despite her skills as an elite sniper and later becoming Morrison's Number Two after Overwatch was established, Ana remained acutely aware that she was a killer, albeit one which had a better reputation than most. This weighed on her as time went on.

Cold Sniper: She used to be one in her prime, but later came to regret all of the lives she had taken. Has moved into Friendly Sniper territory since.

Cool Old Lady: To the younger Overwatch members. Winston mentions to Pharah that her mother was a hero to him and "all of us". Hell, even McCree calls her "ma'am", with respect.

Combat Medic: More ranged than Mercy, as Ana fights from afar.

Deadpan Snarker: Several of her lines and interactions have her as this.

Dented Iron: While she's still fighting in the present day, she's no longer a crackshot like she was in her prime, due to having had her dominant eye shot out. As such, she became a supporting hero.

Even Evil Has Loved Ones: She's not evil herself, but in the comic that was released after she was added to the game, after giving a rundown of her team and their families, she acknowledges that her enemies most likely have people that care about them too.

Eye Scream: She lost her right eye during a moment of hesitation via Scope Snipe thanks to Widowmaker. While she knows that she can probably get it fixed (especially since it was already a cybernetic implant to begin with), she decided to leave her wound as it is as a personal reminder.

Faking the Dead: She was content to let many people believe she died after her failed mission hospitalized her. She most probably received help from her medical team regarding the cover-up.

Follow in My Footsteps: Subverted. Despite what her former co-workers assumed, Ana never wanted her daughter to join Overwatch, since Pharah would be exposed to the same violence and death as she had been and forced to make the same difficult decisions as she had done.

Friendly Sniper: Her shots heal allies. You can't get more friendly than that.

Gone Horribly Right: A non-negative example, except from Ana's personal perspective. Ana's main motivation in the old days of Overwatch was to create a better future for her daughter and to set an example that taught her to stand up for what's right. That's why she made it so that Fareeha would grow up in the presence of heroic role models. It worked — but to Ana's horror, it worked too well. Fareeha didn't just look up to those heroes, she wanted to join them.

Handicapped Badass: You'd think that the loss of an eye would be a detriment to a sniper, but Ana makes it work.

Hypocritical Humor: Ana, who faked her death for years, a very close friend of Jack Morrison, who also faked his death for years, has an unlockable "Everybody dies." voiceline.

I Did What I Had to Do: She didn't like the horrible things she did in her career, but she justified it as Just Following Orders. That, and killing her foes was a much better option than letting innocents die.

I Was Quite a Looker: She looked like a long-haired Pharah when she was younger. Now, her hair has gone completely white, and she shows visible signs of aging. She knows she's still hot though.Ana: [Upon killing a young opponent] Age before Beauty, and I've got you on both.

Knight in Sour Armor: Ana will still do the correct thing, but like Mercy, she's not too sold on the idea of Overwatch coming back.

Like Mother, Like Daughter: Double Subverted. Ana and Pharah are very different types of people, in terms of personality. And Ana never wanted her daughter to experience the horrors of war, and tried to discourage her from joining the military. Subverted because Pharah still inherited her mother's ideals of courage and justice, and although Pharah went against her wishes, Ana is very proud of her. When Pharah gets a kill, Ana proudly states, "Like mother, like daughter".

Mama Bear: She is called this by her teammates in the Legacy comic. When they were attacked by two snipers she ignored the retreat orders and went after them. It didn't end well.

Missing Mom: Pharah tells Winston that he "probably" knew her mother better than she did. In hindsight, it was Pharah putting Winston down gently as she realised that he idolised Ana, without knowing what truly happened to her.

Military Superhero: A member of a legendary strike team that became the foundation of Overwatch.

Moe Greene Special: Years ago in Egypt, she was on the receiving end of this courtesy of Widowmaker, as shown in Legacy. Miraculously, she survived and is now back in the fight once again, now sporting an Eyepatch of Power.

A Mother to Her Men: She was this to her soldiers back in the days of Overwatch. One even called her "Mama Bear."

My Greatest Failure: She still regrets the moment of hesitation she suffered when she had Widowmaker in her sights, giving Widowmaker the opportunity to take the first shot. It's implied that Ana's mistake led to the failure of the mission and the deaths of many innocent people. Despite offers to have her blown-out eye restored, she chooses to keep it the way it is, as a personal reminder of her life-ending blunder.

Never Mess with Granny: Ana is in her 60s by the time of the game. She was in combat operations as late as her 50s.

Not So Different: In the comic short "Old Soldiers", because he was also kept in the dark about what really happened on that failed mission, Reaper believed that Ana was also screwed over by Overwatch, left to die by Morrison and her comrades after she was injured by Widowmaker. When they meet up again some years later, Reaper invokes this trope in hopes it'll earn him an ally.

Number Two: Was Strike Commander Morrison's second-in-command, according to her profile.

Parents as People: While Ana tried to raise her daughter as best as she can, training her in both martial arts and raising her alongside the greatest heroes of their time, some of Pharah's lines in-game when interacting with former Overwatch members seem to indicate that she may not have been the best mother to Pharah. Following her playable reveal, it's shown not to be as bad as previously thought: she was an alright parent, but simply didn't like the idea of Pharah joining Overwatch, trying to prevent her daughter from suffering the same moral dilemmas and tragedy that she did.

Retired Badass: She briefly retired from hero work after nearly being killed by Widowmaker, but eventually returned to her old line of work when she could no longer ignore the state the world was in.

Seen It All: Part of her snarky demeanor comes from the fact that she's seen the worst the world can offer and has survived it. While healing her teammates, she'll tell them things like "I've seen worse. You're going to live" and when respawning, she states "I've come back from worse". One pre-fight line she has also goes, "There's nothing I haven't seen before. Stick together — we will complete our mission."

Shell-Shocked Veteran: Time and war had not been kind to Ana. First, the reason why she got heavily injured was the realization that it was her former friend (Amelie/Widowmaker) who's the villain, causing her to hesitate and get gravely injured (she couldn't even know about how Talon modified her to be like that). Then, not only did she had to deal with Overwatch's fall and the separation of her former friends (with one of them performing a Face–Heel Turn), but the things she did in her career constantly plague her conscience. Despite what her co-workers believed, she hoped that Pharah (who idolized Overwatch) would never become an Overwatch agent so she wouldn't experience the same horrors she had to go through. Her guilt and regret was to the point where she even believed that people assuming she was killed by Widowmaker was for the best.

The Snark Knight: Ana is one of the snarkiest characters in the entire game, with many of her lines, emotes, and highlight intros have her behaving in a mocking, humorous tone.

So Proud of You: Although Pharah doesn't believe it to be the case, Ana does show that she's proud of what her daughter has become. Most notably, if she witnesses Pharah get a kill, she'll state, "Like mother, like daughter".

Stepford Snarker: Ana is deeply troubled, conflicted, and haunted by her past — both the people she's failed to save and those she killed herself. She never fully recovered from the horrors of war. In the years since she faked her death, however, she's developed a very snarky attitude and penchant for trolling. The majority of her lines in-game are either motherly words of encouragement or one-liners mocking her opponents. Or, in the case of Pharah...Both.

Team Mom: She is very protective of her team and often tries to calm down injured allies while she heals them.

10-Minute Retirement: Her defeat at the hands of Widowmaker took her out of the game for only a few years at most; Old Soldiers establishes that she was operating in the shadows even before her official reappearance, much like Soldier 76.

Troll: In her elderly years, Ana has developed a knack for jokes and quips specifically designed to mock opponents or get under their skin. Glimpses of Ana in her youth have shown her as serious and focused. The current Ana, however, does things like throw her enemies' catchphrases back at them after a kill, feign motherly concern for them while putting them to sleep, brush off their own insults with sarcastic quips, and specifically insult them or people they once cared about to get under their skin.

Unwitting Instigator of Doom: We're not given the exact sequence of events, but it was entirely possible that Reinhardt's forced retirement was due to the fallout from that fateful mission (whereby Ana's age was blamed for its failure). Without her and Reinhardt around, it seemed inevitable that Reyes and Morrison will come to blows that day at the Swiss HQ. in Old Soldiers, Reyes flat out believed that Ana was left behind to die after that mission, without knowing (or caring) that she deliberately hid her survival from the world.

You Are Better Than You Think You Are: Although she presumably never let McCree know about it, she already considers him worthy of being mentioned as one of the heroes in Overwatch whom Pharah grew up with. Mind you, Mac was only a few years older than Pharah and at the time, his days as an outlaw were not that far behind him yet.

You Fight Like a Cow: Ana's lines typically mock her opponents. In particular, for one Bond One-Liner, she asks: "Who taught you to fight like that?!"

[tldsurvival]

Oh, this is beautiful! 😍

So we can carry people in episode 3 right? Why can’t Mackenzie carry Grey mother? I don’t wanna leave my grandma who makes me soup!

[ticktockthem]

I did that interview meme again but this time as if Cal was conducting the interview specifically because @undeadcourier hurt my feelings with their version of the interview and turnabout is fair play

What is your name? Charlie García-O’Meara, but you knew that, so don’t get that stupid face on your face about it!

How old are you? Twenty-seven, now, damn. To think- one day I’ll be thirty, that’s practically ancient.

What do you look like? (gestures to self) I’ll pose if you got time.

Where are you from? Where do you live now? From Texas. I guess I got a wanderin’ soul, though, ‘cause I can’t really say I live anywhere in particular. I like travelin’, I like ridin’ with the caravan, I like trailblazin’... I like living on the road with y’all, Callele.

What was your childhood like? Don’t worry, I’m not upset. I knew there were bound to be rough questions on here, Arcade warned me. Just write ‘bad’ and we’ll come back to that later. I guess… ‘stressful’ would be more accurate.

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? Now when have you ever known me to get myself hitched to anyone but Keira? ...Nobody’s more important to me than my family, but after that… The Followers ain’t so bad. Couple others I might could stand.

Tell me about your best friend. That’s not even a question. Callinan, are you just using this as an excuse to get me to butter you up? Let me see that paper! Huh, who would’ve thunk, it actually is on there. 

He’s a bastard, but he ain’t so bad once you get used to him. He makes me laugh, and he’s loyal. He’s been through a lot... He gets all mixed up sometimes, but he’ll listen when you tell him that you think he’s wrong. Won't always agree, won't always change his mind, but he listens. He explains himself. He explains stuff to me, stuff that other people would skip over or say wasn't important. Doesn't give me ultimatums. Helps those who help themselves. Or others. 

Deep down, he's got a heart, even if he tries to act like he's too badass for all that. I think I might love him as much as he seems to love me, y’know? 

Don't you look at me like that, you asked.

Do you have a family? Tell me about them! My grandmas in Louisiana raised me to be able to survive on my own, to do no harm but take no shit. My dad, mom, and grandpa in the Stills taught me how to care about strangers. My brother… he taught me that I'm worth more than what others think of me. Took a while for the lesson to kick in, but it's here now, I think. They mean more than the world to me. More than anything.

What about a partner or partners? Yeah, okay, Keira… she… Callinan! I can't say nothin' good when you're lookin' at me like that! ...I love her, and she loves me back. Ain't that all there is to say?

Who are your enemies, and why? Anyone who tries to use old world solutions to problems caused by the old world. Ncr, legion, brotherhood, the list goes on. Vault-tec is pretty high up there.

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? Get 'em out of that powerarmor and they bleed like the rest. Did you know deathclaws were originally developed to combat troops in powerarmor? I always thought that was interesting.

What about The Enclave? There's a doozy. Fuck the pro-American propaganda, and fuck them for their inability to learn from the past. Even with them… gone, their way of thinking is still present, living on in all the other groups that emulate them accidentally or not. Seems like a waste, then, that so many died.

How do you feel about Super Mutants? As a victim of forced 'evolution' myself, I feel for them. I wish more of them would listen.

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? Remember that time you almost killed me? Yes you did, I almost died of fright. I forgive you. Maybe get me some nukacherry and we'll consider it even.

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? Only play fights and… well, once or twice when they wouldn't back down.

Do you like fighting? Not for real, not usually. The thrill of winning and living after, I like that part, but the actual fighting? Don't like that quite so much. I worry about Keira every time.

What’s your weapon of choice? Is it cheating if I say you, Callele? (laughs) I could aim you at something and know it'd die with more certainty than if I used my rifle, and I wouldn't even waste a bullet.

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) Never been the lucky type, but I learned to cope with that. I use every tool at my disposal, keep my options open. (S-6, P-10, E-6, C-7, I-7, A-10, L-2)

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? I still don't like enclosed spaces. Isolation, either.

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? I don't really get radsick. Not at normal levels of radiation anyway. One of the perks of being a mutant freak. (laughs)

What’s your favorite wasteland critter? You? (laughs) Deathclaws, obviously. Those're my cousins!

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? Also you! Okay but honestly, fuck those hell-boars.

How do you feel about robots? Not any particular way, I guess? They're just doin' what they're programmed to do. Ain’t their fault if they’re bein’ aggressive.

How many caps do you have on you right now? Is this a stick-up? I know you don’t need caps, Callele, you just steal what you can’t afford. I got like 6 caps in my pocket, won't get you very far. 

Oh, no, wait, you sly motherfucker! Well, you can keep ‘em. Fair’s fair. Thanks for the ammo, by the way.

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? Sarsaparilla, unless it's a nukacherry. I prefer sweet tea, though, with honey and sugar. Honestly, that's harder to get.

Do you do chems? Yeah. I try to keep it reasonable, though. I'll let you know if I think it's a problem so long as you promise to do the same, yeah?

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? I wonder, sometimes, if my life would have been worse. I know that's selfish- obviously if I could somehow rewrite it all, I wouldn't let all of this (gestures at the general state of affairs) happen, but… I don't think the pre-war folk were anywhere near as free as we are. If I'd lived back then, I'd still be stuck in the vault, in my head. That's a scary thought.

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? Leaving Reid behind was the most difficult, painful thing that's ever happened to me. But I think it had to be done. I couldn't have stayed, and he wouldn’t leave.

What’s your biggest achievement? Helping you. Helping my family. Helping.

What do you hope to achieve? I wanna feed the Mojave and protect my family. I want to grow old surrounded by people who love me and whom I love. I'm gettin’ there.

What do you want for the future? A little more empathy, generally.

For yourself? I want to be proud of who I am, what I've done.

Your friends? Everything.

The world? Some damn peace and quiet, for once.

[ao3feed-klance]

Say 'Cheese'

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by TheStayPuftMarshmallowMan

“Apparently, these two girls, Acxa and Ezor, weird names, I know, lived here back in the eighties and went missing for a good ten, fifteen years before randomly showing up in Montana and settling down as though nothing had happened.”

   “Which is really weird, yeah, but not really spooky,” Keith said, rifling through the pages.

  “The parents were found dead in the garage two days after the family was reported as missing.”

  “Slightly more spooky.”

  “The grandma went missing two days after that.”

  “Very spooky.”

  “Along with their crazy, pedophilic, drug lord uncle who got busted out of a high-security prison the day the parents died, according to the carbon dating.”

  “Yeah, I got it, thanks, fuckface.”

---

Keith has been haunted all his life by an entity that wants him dead. It all comes to a head when he and his boyfriend recruit a team to help kick that fucknugget in the ass once and for all.

Words: 5103, Chapters: 2/8, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Matt Holt, Allura (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Coran (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), Narti (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Paranormal Activity, like the movies, I love paranormal activity, It's so clever, BAMF Keith (Voltron), BAMF Lance (Voltron), Angst, Paranormal, Alternate Universe - Demons, Time Travel, Gratuitous use of cameras, Everyone Is A Drama Queen, I like to think it's a bit funny, so much sass, seriously though, Keith is a badass, Established Relationship, Violence, Explicit Language, seriously, so much swearing, Understandable, I would be losing my shit too, Near Death Experiences, Graphic Description of Corpses, I hope it's creepy, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Keith (Voltron) Angst, But also comfort! Yay!

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[besseme-blog]

Introduction

Let me introduce myself i was born and raised in the good ole US of A. When you think of an American I am what you would picture blond hair blue eyed white boy from small town USA population 7,000 three traffic lights a pigglie wiggie and two gas stations. I grew up the typical American life conservative Christian background Roman Catholic to be exact my grandma was strict and staunch go to church or burn in hell. My parents not so much they believed in god but never forced a certain religion on me honestly later I learned from them they believed in god but not in religion I wish I knew that then it would have saved me a lot of pain over the years. I grew up playing outside with my friends running the neighborhood and swimming in the local swimming hole things that small town boys do. As I started to grow up it was then I was exposed to organized religion and at the time standing in a corn field in Georgia with a redneck with a shotgun cradled in his arms preaching god and Jesus to me that only his religion is the chosen one and all others that don’t believe in his way will burn in hell and die! Needless to say for a twelve year old boy it scared the shit out of me and till now I believe it started to shape me to the mind set I have now.

More to follow.....

Growing up I was the typical all American boy playing baseball football and volleyball chasing girls and drinking beer (When I can get it) smoking a little wacky tobacco it was an amazing childhood even today I think back on my years growing up and I realize I caught the tail end of the days when being a kid meant being a kid. Mom and dad never forced religion on me actually they tried to keep away from it realizing that I should make my own choices in life and that someone else shouldn’t tell me how to live my life by what a book written thousands of years ago tells me I should and I shouldn’t do I appreciate that their mind set is find out yourself if that’s how you want to live. If I only could have realized that they were doing it for my own good and well being I wouldn’t have been thru the hell I have been thru or current predicament I’m in now.

I had a childhood roll model my uncle I’ll leave his name out of this due to fears of my identity being discovered. He was a true blue all American born in raised in the Deep South total Christian till end enlisted in Army voluntary when the Vietnam war was raging on served honorably highly decorated on the battlefields of SE Asia and continued to served till he retired from active duty at 35 yrs in uniform. He inspired me he motivated me and I made my mind up my senior year to join the military and serve my great nation like my uncle.

More to follow.

Senior year in high school and let me tell you what a year it was! I had really bloomed into a man I was working out every day and sometimes even the night I was 6 foot and 220 lbs of solid muscle had a few of the local girls I went to school with on each arm was popular in school and one hell of a football player but I was barely making it thru school. My parents decided to get me a tutor to help me pass I’m not stupid or dumb I just hated school I hated learning about things that I knew I would never use in the outside world Algebra 🤣 please when have we ever used that? Maybe if you were an engineer or scientist but me I had only one goal in life get into boot camp and get my hands on a M16 rifle.

As the year progressed my first report card came out well it wasn’t pretty a couple of B’s in subjects I liked namely social studies, English, History and our extra curricular classes like PE and auto mechanics. Math and Spanish I barely passed D in both. My parents sat me down and told me if I didn’t start passing these two subjects I either had to quit my part time job ( That meant bye bye truck ) or agree to being tutored in both subjects once a week. Ok that’s easy I loved my job and my truck so let’s do this and I’ll get a tutor.

My math tutor was this sweet lady former math teacher at our local high school well liked throughout town and well respected she whipped my butt in shape with math and there was no cheating or half ass processes it was show her how you did it and you better get it right the first time or your butt was doing it over and over again till it’s burned in your brain and she would keep me there till pass ten at night sometimes till I got it right!

Hey sounds tough but I passed!!

Spanish same thing one of the local ladies from town Rose was her name her mother came from Havana Cuba fled the country as Castro and his his rebels were beating Batista’s army back to the sea. Her father was a Major in Batista army and fought against Castro’s rebels. When Santiago fell to Castro’s forces he traveled to Havana mainly hitchhiking rides and if that didn’t work he would jam his service weapon in their face and make them take him. He was a total badass soldier and after two months finally made it to Havana as much of the country was in Chaos. He went to the airport trying to find a flight out of Havana but to no avail. As Castro’s forces encircled the city and people started to grow desperate namely Government, Military and the richest of Havana he caught a lucky break he heard of a freighter anchored off Havana buying up as much rum cigars sugar as they could get their hands on. He as a Major in the Army still had some power so he contacted the freighter and made a deal take me and my pregnant wife with you and I’ll help you raid one of the government warehouses on the wharves. They agreed the crew and him raided the warehouse at midnight and even convicted the army guards posted there to help in the raid in exchange for safe passage to the states. Christmas Day 1958 the ship pulled anchor and steamed towards Miami Jan 1st 1959 Cuba fell to Castro. Her father ( My Tutor ) was a legend in my eyes so I studied my ass off with them to pass my Spanish and got a B! And he presented me his his Cuban issue Army cover as a gift and shared a shot of rum. I will always respect that man. Rest In Peace Armando you were a true badass soldier and family man. More to come........

Work and I guess you can call it lust love.

Once my midterms were finally over and I got sort of good grades my parents were finally off my back. I didn’t have to go to the tutors during midterm break and was able to work full time at my high school job. Most kids my age in school were working at Taco Bell, McDonald’s, Blockbuster and some of the other popular places. Me on the other hand I wasn’t like the normal kids I found that flipping burgers and asking for your order too boring and meaningless so I went to work at one of the local boat yards. Being surrounded by water there was a boat yard almost on every street most of them catered to tourists renting boats or the snow birds that migrated down to warmer climates every years. I got hired at one of the smaller but nice boat yards that had slips for rent or own that people lived full time on. Boats everywhere and of every type nice multi million dollar types with more luxury than the Hilton to small sailboat types that a single person could live on. We did the maintenance around the yard the occasional maintenance on the slips and boat maintenance when paid enough.

I was hired for one purpose only that’s to dive in the harbor and to not only clean the pillions on the piers but the harbor it’s self. And let me tell ya’ll that’s some nasty ass work and quite honestly dangerous. Visibility sucks mud silt seaweed and harbor trash everywhere and the local sea life which includes things that sting things that bite and things that can and will eat you if they have a chance. Next to the harbor was a canal and there are residential homes and condos on that canal and almost all of them had boats and they loved to fish not in the canal but out in the ocean and they would bring their fish back clean them fillet them and throw their carcasses into the canal which created a god awful nastiness in the canal and attracted predators.

Barracudas- imagine a silver arrow underwater full of teeth and a bad attitude that is a Cuda. They could be small as 6 inches or as long as 6 feet. I ran into all the sizes diving the harbor and most just left me alone but sometimes there would be one that would follow me and in that inky darkness it’s not a good feeling.

Sharks- Yup they were there too every time you say shark someone would think of Jaws lucky that where I grew up there were no white sharks but there were others.

Bulls- Meanest damn things you can imagine honestly I think they are more dangerous than any other sharks and they have a bad temper too. Ran into them a few times while scouring the bottom and one chased my ass right up the boat ramp.

Tigers- bigger than bulls but equally as dangerous but not with the attitude of a bull they are the types that check you out first before they attack ran head on to a big one while removing a palm frond from the bottom he was probably around 9 foot long and I almost shit myself he swam right past me and I’ll never forget that tail it was so strong I moved when he swam by me. I was lucky three yrs after I enlisted a guy that lived on the canal where the recreational boats were lost a leg to a bull shark when he jumped on top of it by accident.

I loved my job I had a great time with a great group of guys. Mr. Smith he was my boss he was the nephew of the owner of the boat yard from Buffalo NY he was a hard ass worker day and night he had a wife and two kids a boy and girl and he was a family man even though he worked 7 days a week he always made time for them.

Mr. Mark- Army veteran served in Nam ground pounded in the rice paddies he saw some pretty hardcore action there but he never acted weird and crazy like some do after a few beers he would be back in the rice paddies chasing the Cong quite a few nights we had to carry his ass back to his truck take the keys make sure there was no guns nearby and let him sleep it off.

Mr. Jaime- Young guy 22 served in the Air Force got out had no goal in life but to work and live in a warm climate I asked him onetime what did you do in the Air Force and he said as little as possible.

The Boat yard people

They were a mixed bunch there were two types the year round residential ones they had the Beverly Hills of the boat yard the far end docks with the shore power and potable water hook ups. They were the ones who had more money than they knew what to do with and the multi million dollars live aboards most of them were really likable and easy going they were all pretty much retired with nothing really to do all day but ride around the boatyard on their bikes or electric carts most would start drinking at noon and by 6 pm were pretty shit faced. There was this nice couple from New York Ike and Fran they were Jewish but not very religious Ike used to say that why should we follow a book written 3000 yrs ago by a group of sand people living in the most inhospitable place on earth that thought when water fell from the sky (Rain) it was a gift from god. Ike make a ton of money in the real estate industry up north and they would always meet me at the docks before I would start diving to clean the basin and would always tell me what ever shellfish (Crabs and lobsters) or snappers or groupers I catch they would pay me for. Ike was scared of the ocean he served in the Navy and had a bad experience while swimming in Guam he told something dragged him to the bottom he swore up and down it was a giant shark ( Personally I think Ike was drunk and imagined the whole thing) I used to bring them conches stone crab and lobster every dive I did and he would always give me 25 dollars for my catch no matter how small or large. Ike didn’t believe in the whole kosher thing he thought it was a scam and a way for religious Jews to make money off people who believe that they will burn in hell if they don’t follow the ways of sand people 3000 yrs ago. They were good people and later on I found out they had both passed on and I hope the Rest In Peace. There were the Domingo brothers Hector and Juan two Cubans ran away from Cuba when Fidel took over these two practically swam in money both made their fortune by running dope from the Bahamas to the keys and Miami they had fast cars tons of gold and after Federal agents raided their yacht in the marina they had an arsenal of high powered military type weapons I remember a DEA agent bringing out AK’s M16’s UZI’s and all sorts of handguns. I didn’t have much dealings with the brothers they kept to themselves most of the time from what I read later on they both got twenty years in jail and the feds confiscated their boat and cars.

Terry and Trish

Well picture this two old party hard lesbians that was Trish and Terry they were in their 60’s made their money in hair dressing salons in New Jersey and they were always the life of the party they would start drinking at 1200 pm then they would start smoking weed around 3 pm and by 8 pm both were so wasted I had to make sure they got on their boat and in bed before one of them fell over and drowned or eaten by a damn shark. They were good people never found out what happened to them they were always against me joining the military they couldn’t understand why I wanted to go to war and die for someone else.

Karen and Tony

These two people were the youngest ones in the Beverly Hills in the marina Tony was 55 and Karen was 48 Tony served in the army during Vietnam as a MP I suspected there was much more to that story I’ll explain why later on. Karen who would alter my life and have a huge impact on me was a former teacher in Pennsylvania and a former hippie girl Tony and her met when he was on leave from the Army in the late 60’s. Tony made his fortune in boat batteries and had offices in Florida, Belize and Thailand Tony used to split his time between them two months in Belize and two months in Thailand and the rest in Florida they lived aboard a very nice yacht custom made job with all the luxury and comfort you could ask for. They both liked to work out in the local gym same place I worked out in and when tony was around they would bike ride around the island. Karen was an attractive woman between the bike riding and the gym she kept her self in shape and she always wore a two piece bikini either black or white and she liked her wine a lot she would usually start drinking after her morning or early afternoon bike rides. Tony hardly drank only once and awhile he would have a beer or two but other than that he kept himself sober most of the time.

The ghetto docks

The Beverly Hills section is the high rent district of the marina the upper shelf of the place the lower dock slips were the low rent section they were the part timers usually the drifters who floated in or snow birds from up north escaping the winter. Their boats well let’s just say from small sailboats to regular fishing boats with a small cabin with barely enough room to move around. The low rent docks didn’t get the service like Beverly Hills did they were responsible for their water their power and garbage removal and sewage removal no pumping into the basin they had to call the local honey pot to come pump them out. Beverly Hills they had power and water and sewage removal provided by the marina and garbage removal three times a day they just had to place it in the trash bins placed at the foot of the dock plus they had twenty four hour service if their power went out or water they could call Ralph and he would have one of us reset the breaker or restart the water pump. There were some interesting creatures in the low rent district for sure just a quick list.

The felon-

He was on the run from the law in Maine from what we found out later he shot his brother in the chest and fled he was halfway to freedom when he ran aground off the lower part of Florida and had to dock till repairs were done. He almost made it to South America the Panamanian coast guard caught him illegally fishing in their waters and arrested him. He was deported back to America minus his sailboat and is serving a 30 yr sentence for attempted murder.

The gay pedofile named skip-

The name same says it all he drugged and raped a 16 yr boy in NC and fled from the police he kept a low profile till one night he invited me over to his place to watch porn and have a beer of course. I declined and he left the marina a week later he didn’t make it far his boat caught fire off an reef at 2 am and he had to abandon ship and was never seen again. Police found the wreckage and identification number on the boat and declared him lost at sea.

The mentaposal married drug addict-

She was a trip OMG that woman was something I will never forget she was hooked on something and she didn’t care one way or the other about anything her old man was locked up in jail awaiting trial for drug dealing and looking at a lot of time. She was high almost 24/7 she had no money she couldn’t hold a job she would get fired after a a few weeks she always had the shadiest characters coming in and out from her boat she was trading sex for drugs and had no cares in the world. Jaime used to give her 20 dollars for BJ’s in the work shed after hours and bragged how he used to make her throw up by rough throat sex she was finally evicted from the dock she didn’t pay her rent for 6 months we had to call the sheriffs department when she started throwing things into the basin. She died after I joined the Navy overdose of cocaine.

More to come.......

[isroselalondebisexual]

You're probably getting tired of doing kidswap analysis, but I just really wanna know how you think these ones would work: Rose Strider (swapped with Dirk), Dave Lalonde (swappes with Roxy), Jade Crocker, and John English?

So Rose Strider, growing up entirely alone in a very enclosed space, observing her Bro (for the sake of my sanity, we’re gonna say it’s Dirk who grew up kinda weird but generally okay) from a distance of many years. Extended isolation probably means touch is something she simultaneously craves but has NO IDEA what to do with. She observes her friends and reads over her own conversations with them a million times, overanalyzing everything partly because she’s very smart, and partly because she has nothing else to do, and partly because she has no idea how regular human beings interact because she isn’t one. Goes out swimming a lot, isn’t really mechanically minded so she doesn’t end up with Dirk’s hoverboard or anything but she’d actually probably end up a REALLY good sailor. Knows the winds, knows the waves, goes out sailing and fishing and pretends she’s a protagonist in one of Ernest Hemmingway’s novels, like The Old Man and the Sea or something. Probably hates the taste of orange soda and orange Gatorade. Thinks it’s her Bro trying to pull some kind of game with her. He was a weird dude. There’s definitely meaning here. Is the Gatorade a passive aggressive reminder to stay hydrated? Is all the soda meant to remind her that salt water is undrinkable and she must consume this processed, sugary, water-shit in order to survive? Oh, he got her good. At the same time, she probably looks up to him a lot, even if she would rather pry her own teeth out than admit it. She’s really good at sewing and knitting, and has a bunch of plush replicas of his famous smuppet empire. She sleeps holding onto an orange one she crocheted. She’s stuck isolated with only her waterproof computer and a couple robots her Bro left behind as “caretakers,” but they don’t really have any soul in them, not that she can see. So she rabidly learns everything she can. She reads wikipedia for fun, has a million tabs open at all times, learning has never lost its magic and sometimes she wonders if that’s really all she can even do. Definitely has attachment issues, where sometimes she’s cold and callous and goes long spans of time when her friends don’t see hide nor hair of her, and other times suddenly they can’t get her out of their personal space. No idea how to relate to human beings. Awake on her moon beforehand, she’s communed with the horrorterrors a bit, and has used that to her advantage as a Seer. As Seer of Heart, she knows a lot about her friends! She can see their souls in plain, she knows she’s loved, and she knows they’re all friends, and she is good at picking up on their emotions and moods. But what does she DO with that information????? John is distressed so… pat his back??? Give him chocolate??? When Dave is humored should she laugh??? Is she even in on the joke??? What does Jade need when she’s angry??? Should Rose just listen??? Give words of comfort??? Help her calm down??? Socializing is so HARD! She has all this information but doesn’t know what to DO with it! Her quest, much like Dirk, is to figure out how to be, like, a human being who can relate to others in a productive and empathetic manner.

Dave, raised in isolation, growing up adoring his mom from many years distance, with a cat-cloning machine and a bunch of chess pieces for company. He, at least, understands the basics of the social exchange. The chess dudes aren’t the BRIGHTEST, and they don’t really operate with human social norms, and they’re always hungry, and sometimes they try to eat his cats (Dave is cat dad now, those are his babies), but he likes them, they’re his buddies. Pumpkin potlucks with pumpkins imported directly from John’s island are probably pretty common? Is Dave sick of the taste of pumpkin? Probably. Does he absolutely want to have those potlucks anyway? You bet your ass he does. He’s friends with them, for all they seem to worship him as some sort of god. He probably thinks they’re all really great and adores them in a capacity similar to how he loves the Mayor. Getting to meet his friends face to face is probably something that is simultaneously the best thing in his life, and absolutely terrifying. Holy shit, those are other human beings. Dave doesn’t know how to human. He tries desperately to human, and he tries to model himself after his mom (it doesn’t end up too well), but holy shit he is a novice in the art of humaning Rose. Rose what should he do. Rose. Knight of Void, his job is to protect them from the unforseen and covert. )(IC and the Dersian agents are gonna have a harder time with Dave on the scene, and while he cannot perform Roxy’s role of leading their session, he can damn well keep it safe.

Jade Crocker, raised by Dad Crocker, in a society much like ours but slightly more advanced and as heiress to a baking empire. Probably a culinary scientist of some sort, since her whole life baking and cooking and stuff has been a thing, but she’s still, at her heart, innovative and scientific. Probably knows the nutritional properties of a tomato and lots of weird food history fun facts. An actual goddess with mettle to be meddled with and an optimistic attitude that cannot be kept down. Crockpop of course supports his daughter and is so proud of her, encourages her to pursue all her goals, and watch out for assassination attempts. Good reflexes. Definitely a dog person. The kind of girl who will make those “A cat came into my house, teleported me across town when it was raining, and left me there to call my dad to come pick me up while I stood in an abandoned field for half an hour because he plugged the wrong address into his gps” posts. Nobody really takes them seriously but since she lives with GCat meddling in her life they’re actually true. That damn cat has caused her TOO MANY PROBLEMS. If you have a cat she wants NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. Probably unironically reblogged that post about the “I’m a lesbian and I hate cats” article and insists that dogs are the only way to go. Does own a rifle in this verse, but Crockpop is VERY meticulous about gun safety and proper usage and handling and some of their father-daughter bonding time is the two of them out on the shooting range together. She’s a real sharp shot. Witch of Life, she’s a powerful healer and can revive folk, but more than that, she can FUCKING TAKE YOURS FROM YOU IF YOU CROSS HER. Like Feferi, her powers are pretty vast in what she’s capable of doing, and she doesn’t have a lot of restraints on them, so the last place you wanna be is on her bad side. She can give you life and she can take it away, bitch. Also… so this is entirely inspired by that one Overwatch character, but please imagine Jade alchemizing a rifle where the bullets are her Life magic and she just. Shoots you better. My badass daughter oh my god I love her so much.

John English would likely end up a lot like John Harley, just without the nifty chess people or magic dog and with some cool monsters plus the death of his grandma. Depression sets in early, socializing is hard, getting out of bed is hard, feeling excited or adventurous is fucking hard, even though he wants to. He wants to feel happy and good and excited, he craves that, but it’s hard. He wants to be goofy and have fun but it’s all so exhausting but talking to his friends usually makes that aching tiredness inside him alleviate for a little while. He’s not suited to isolation. As Heir of Hope, he would start out thinking that the Game got his classpect wrong. He’s not hopeful. He doesn’t embody anything remotely approximating hopefulness. But the point of the Game is that he must become hopeful, he must unfurl his wings and take to brighter skies, brighter times, build his relationships now that he can see his friends, love them fully with his whole heart, not at a distance but present and real. His story would not be the story of a plucky go-getter adventurer, but as a broken boy learning how to Hope for the first time. It is a story of overcoming, of victory, and of the desperate pursuit of forward motion, of learning how to look forward to the future and see good things in it, of finding happiness and goodness in a life of possibilities, even when faced with adversaries.

[filamentzine]

Eirini - Acid Pussies

Α piece of music that needs to be played loud

Relaxing Piano: Studio Ghibli Complete Collection

A piece of music that moves you forward

Sakis Rouvas - Antexa

A piece of music that gets stuck in your head

Molly Nilsson - Think About You 

A piece of music that makes you want to dance

Depeche Mode – Everything Counts

A piece of music that makes you feel badass

Tommy Cash - Winaloto

A piece of music that you remember from your childhood 

Isaac Albeniz - Asturias(Leyenda)

A piece of music that reminds you your hometown

Clairvoyant - The Story so Far

The piece of music you’ve listened to the most

John Frusciante - My Smile Is A Rifle

Hi there, I'm Eirini. Sometimes I paint, sometimes I study, sometimes I make videos.I play and compose music too, my main band is Acid Pussies.We are doing rehearsals in my grandma's living room who is a little bit deaf, maybe that's why she loves us. She also drinks secretly the beers that are left when we finish. When the rehearsal is epic fail we prefer to order food or eat what is left from the lunch. I am allergic to cats. Safira come back is another music project with my friends from high school.It's mostly improvisations and live recordings of various sounds, usually taking place in a village of northern Greece.I started a solo project recently, called Kinder,I cannot say much about it cause it is still a baby.

website:  https://eirinitampasouli.weebly.com/

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIYfuza4fTX5JS-ZuEjnQfw

facebook: https://www.facebook.com/eirini.tamp

instagram: https://www.instagram.com/eirini_tampasouli/

https://www.facebook.com/AcidPussiez/

[the-kryomancer]

Who's Who in the Shimada-McCree Family

A/N: This is the family for my McHanzo domestic AU, I’m writing it along with a lot of other things. Please ask about the fam. They’re precious.

Hanzo:

The “strict” father.

Goes to all of his kids’ extra curricular activities.

Wakes the kids up for school.

“Yes, Weston. You need to go to school today.”

Is a big softie for Hatsu and Eiji.

Does most of the cooking.

Always worries about the kids when he’s away on missions.

Gives the older kids life advice.

Has all of their awards and certificates in a trophy case or hanging on the wall.

Lowkey brags about his kids.

Loves when his kids ask if they can meditate with him.

Makes the whole family go on yearly trips to Hanamura.

Loves taking the kids on camping trips.

He’s usually the only one actually getting the items on the grocery list.

“No, Jesse. We don’t need… denim scented candles?”

“Weston don’t climb that!!”

“Ana, Dominic. Where’s Eiji and Hatsu?”

Forces Jesse to come to all of the parent-teacher conferences.

Isn’t mad, just disappointed.

Encourages his kids to achieve their dreams.

Has to defuse any and all fights between Dominic and Ana.

Hates when the kids fight with each other.

Jesse:

Let’s his kids get away with just about everything.

Sneaks them candy before dinner.

And after.

Let’s them stay up late.

Even on school nights.

Makes breakfast while Hanzo wakes the kids.

Also makes their lunches.

Bakes a ton of sweets for the school bake sale.

Likes to flirt with the moms on the PTA to mess with Hanzo.

Hates going to parent-teacher conferences.

Probably tried to bribe the teachers to pass his kids at least once.

Isn’t disappointed, just mad.

When he’s away on a mission he calls the house every chance he gets.

“You kiddos okay?”

“Yes, dad. Same as when you called ten minutes ago.”

Best cuddles when it’s cold in the house.

Likes it when the whole family is snuggled up on the couch.

Always let’s any of the kids sleep in bed with him and Hanzo if they can’t get to sleep.

Gets everyone in the family hats and serapes matching his.

Along with the kids, begs Hanzo to let them get a pet.

Teaches the kids how to shoot a gun.

Always takes them to visit Reinpa and Grandma Amari and Grandpa Gabe.

Isn’t allowed to be alone with the younger kids for more than a few hours.

Reinhardt:

The fun grandparent.

“Reinpa” because his name was too hard to pronounce for the little ones.

Teaches Ana, Dominic, and Weston how to speak German.

Loves taking them to visit Germany.

Always bringing them stuff back from his travels.

Is a big teddy bear.

Always has at least one grandchild with him while he’s visiting.

Picks up the kids and puts them on his shoulders.

Let’s them climb him.

“Rein, be careful hE MIGHT FALL”

But seriously, will dote on his grandkids cause he’s a concerned Reinpa.

Highkey brags about them to anyone he meets.

Has pictures of them in his wallet.

Brings them sweets from Germany.

Ana Amari:

She’s the best at getting the kids to behave.

Is always able to get them to bed.

She secretly sleep darts them.

Loves taking Ana and Dominic to Egypt.

Teaches them Arabic if they want.

Cried when she heard her oldest granddaughter was being named Ana.

Loves being with the youngest ones.

Somehow manages to know when one or more of the kids is sick???

Makes the best tea and chicken noodle soup.

Is the go-to babysitter though.

Will drop everything to be with her grandkids.

Goes to every event for the kids.

Lowkey wants to take them home with her.

Teaches Dominic and Ana how to use a sniper rifle.

Goes to all of Dominic’s concerts.

Supports her grandkids.

Is the best grandma.

Genji:

Let’s Hatsu and Eiji play with his dragon.

Speaks to them in Japanese so they know their native tongue better.

Let’s Weston use his sword.

Gets in trouble for letting his nephew use his sword.

Insists he doesn’t have a favorite.

He does.

It’s Weston.

Loves to make them his favorite Japanese meals.

Loves to babysit his nieces and nephews.

Encourages Dominic to choose his own path.

Literally encourages him to rebel against Hanzo.

Is Hatsu and Eiji’s nightlight though.

But the kids refuse to hug him in the winter because he’s so cold.

Except for Hatsu.

She loves cold.

Highkey tried to take one of them home with him one time.

Hanzo and Jesse noticed two hours later that Weston was missing.

He takes them to the arcades all the time though.

Is the best as claw machines.

Wins Hatsu and Eiji whatever they want.

Tried to give Dominic Sake once.

If he heard Dominic or Ana has a date, lowkey follows them.

They still know he was following them.

Is jealous when one of the kids says Hanzo’s cooking is better.

Mercy:

Has known just about all of the kids since birth.

Was the pediatrician for all of them.

Still is for Hatsu and Eiji.

Literally is always doting over Weston.

Calls the house every week to see how Weston’s genetic therapy is going.

Makes sure all of the kids are eating healthy.

Has and will call one of the older kids out on their shit if they make her mad enough.

Is usually fairly patient though.

Gives extremely good advice.

Always gives them Swiss chocolate.

Helps Ana through her female problems since her house is full of males and the only other female is Hatsu who is five.

Sometimes stays the night if Weston is having a problem with his dyslexia and can’t do his homework.

Helps Weston through his low points about himself.

She’s always there to give words of encouragement.

Answers any questions they may have about medicine or treatments if they are sick.

Will stay at the house the entire time one of the kids is sick if she feels she needs to.

“Angela, you don’t need to-”

“Jesse, I am staying. Eiji has the flu, he needs me.”

Loves to take Hatsu and Eiji to the park.

If Ana or Dominic is mad at the other or their parents she lets them stay with her.

Is like the mom for the kids.

But she’s their aunt.

  Soldier 76:

“Grumpa”

Forgets their names half of the time

If he’s babysitting he’s either doing paperwork or sleeping.

Sometimes both.

Calls Weston “Mini McCree”

Fell asleep on the couch once.

He slept on the remote.

Gets Dominic and Weston confused sometimes.

Insists he’s the best grandfather though.

Lost Hatsu and Eiji at the mall once.

Everything is a challenge though.

Don’t let him get Christmas gifts.

He either wraps them in newspaper or doesn’t wrap them at all.

Lowkey loves his grandkids and brags about them to everyone.

Doesn’t let Gabriel or Jesse or Hanzo know he really does love the kids.

They do know.

Reaper:

Honestly, the best grandfather ever.

Takes his grandkids to the best restaurants.

Always insists he stay the night.

If he’s babysitting over night and Hatsu or Eiji wakes up from a nightmare he hums or sings to them.

Has conversations with Dominic in Spanish.

Loves to help the kids prank Jesse and Hanzo.

Took Eiji home with him once.

It was the best two hours of Eiji’s life.

He always manages to bring some kind of stuffed animal for Hatsu and Eiji.

He spoils his grandkids to death.

He bought them too many Christmas presents at one point.

He was put on a budget.

He could spend $300 on each kid.

He bought 600 stuffed animals from the dollar store, 300 for Eiji and 300 for Hatsu.

Makes all of the Halloween costumes for the kids.

Made matching costumes for everyone.

They were a Mariachi Band.

Always talks about how he’s the better cook.

Hanzo disagrees.

But Gabe makes all the traditional Mexican food for his grandkids.

Loves listening to Dominic’s music.

Sneaks so much candy to them.

They aren’t hungry by the time it’s dinner.

Loves to cuddle Hatsu and Eiji.

They’re always attached to his legs.

Gets the kids ice cream if they’re upset.

Has tons of pictures of his grandkids.

Shows everyone.

No matter where he’s at.

Ana Gabrielle:

The oldest kid.

Loves her siblings.

Sometimes not Dominic.

Loves her grandparents.

All of them.

You know how a lot of girls wanted to marry their fathers when they were young?

Ana wanted to marry her Aunt Mercy.

Lowkey loves rock music.

Highkey is obsessed with classical and instrumental music.

Loves animals.

Tried to bring a sloth home from the zoo.

Is secretly good at singing.

Meditates with Hanzo on a daily basis.

Honestly, has punched Dominic more than once.

Their fights get physical sometimes.

Ana is a badass though.

She secretly misses her mom.

Curses in Japanese when she’s frustrated.

Plays the piano and the drums.

Highkey loves spicy everything.

Is the best baker in the house, second to Jesse.

Halloween is her favorite holiday.

Insists she buys all of the Christmas presents by herself.

Makes Christmas dinner with Hanzo and Grandma Amari every year.

Stays up at night helping Weston with his homework.

Sleeps like four hours a night.

Help her.

But the biggest nerd ever.

Dominic:

Really sweet.

A hard ass.

But sweet.

Is closer to his Grandpa Gabe than anyone else.

Tells him everything.

Writes Spanish songs and plays them for his Grandpa Gabe.

Loves his Grandma’s tea.

Cranky if he doesn’t listen to music at least once a day.

Hates country music.

Obsessed with pens.

Has hundreds.

Prefers erasable ones.

Plays so many instruments.

RIP Hanzo and Jesse’s bank accounts.

Dyed his hair blue and green once.

Hanzo fainted.

Dominic regretted it.

Picture day was a week later.

Most Christmas spirit out of the whole family.

Sings Christmas songs every year.

Is the first person to wake up.

Buys the best Christmas presents.

Wants to be a musician.

Wants his own car.

Can barely afford his guitars.

Ditched school for his gigs.

Loves the rain.

Has run outside during a storm.

He got sick.

Loves to read books.

Fantasy specifically.

Weston:

Protect him.

Just wants to be happy.

Is really insecure about himself.

Loves his uncle Genji.

Steals Jesse’s hat a lot.

Likes to use his gun.

Eats fried chicken as a midnight snack.

Talks in his sleep a lot.

Shares a room with Dominic???

He likes to stay with his dads though.

Brags to Hanzo and his Uncle Genji that he has three dragons.

Thinks it’s funny to unleash them in school.

Loves playing video games.

Watches old west movies with Jesse a lot.

Likes to be called “Wild Weston”.

Hates the water.

Hates his dyslexia.

He loves his family a lot.

Loves being with his Grandma Amari and Grandfathers.

Doesn’t like it when his sister and brother fight.

Has fought a few kids at school though.

Sneaks cookies and brownies to school.

Eats ice cream for breakfast when his Grandpa Gabe is in charge.

Has a small crush on his aunt Fareeha.

Hatsu and Eiji:

Twins.

Hatsu is more outgoing then her brother.

They’re the babies of the family.

Get away with everything.

Love sugar.

Are very attached to their stuffed animals.

Practically share a room with their dads.

Eiji loves vanilla ice cream but Hatsu loves mint chocolate chip.

They hate pancakes but love waffles.

Christmas is their favorite holiday.

But they’re always the last ones awake.

Love school.

Have a lot of friends.

Loves to be with their Grandma Amari or their Grandpa Gabe.

Hatsu’s favorite color is blue while Eiji’s is orange.

Can’t sleep without a nightlight.

Love TV.

But they don’t watch it often.

Get tired really easily.

Hatsu is Hanzo’s favorite and Eiji is Jesse’s.

Are very creative.

Really energetic too.

Surprisingly love vegetables.

[lesbianholster]

Meet cute prompt: Fioharo and Avadi, first prompt?

To say Avadi wasn’t flustered would be a lie.

Because here she was, drinking tea out of a thermos like anerd, and that girl was sitting onher motorcycle as usual, completely lost in her book. She had mastered the artof looking nonchalantly badass—her worn-out sweatshirt might as well have beena leather jacket.

Honestly, Avadi was hopeless. Therewas no way someone like that girl—with her straight nose and tan, freckled skin—wouldpay even a passing glance at some nervous, chubby girl in the same handwarmersshe had since middle school. It just wasn’t likely.

So, if she wanted to find out whatbook she was reading, she had to do it herself.

Avadi slowly crept up to her, takingperiodic sips from her thermos and trying to look nonchalant, before eyeing thecover of her book. It was rather simple-looking: a kidney dish on a whitebackground, with a scalpel and rifle lying crossed under it. Leaning in, shecould make out the title: Swords and Scalpels, with a smaller TheLife and (something) of the—

“Can I help you?”

Avadi jumped back, noticing thatthe girl was looking at her holy shit stay calm stay calm. “I-I,” shesaid, tensing up, “I was just interested in your book, that’s all.”

The girl grunted, shifting herhand and flashing her the cover. Swords and Scalpels: The Life and Service ofthe Rebellion’s Most Daring Surgeon.

“What’s it about?” she asked, thenwinced. Obviously, it was about a Rebel surgeon. Nice fucking going,Bondara.

To her surprise, she got oneanyway. “Atia Leto, heard about her?”

“Yeah, I know her!” she said, eyesshining. “My grandma worked with her back in the day, and my mom never reallymet her, but they were both in the Rebellion, so—” She stopped. “I’m sorry, Ishould shut up.”

“It’s fine,” said the girl, whohadn’t turned back to her book. “I can lend it to you when I’m finished, if youwant?”

Avadi furiously nodded. “Thatwould be great, thanks!”

“No problem.” The girl stuck out thehand not holding on to the book. “I’m Fioharo, by the way.”

“Avadi,” she said, shaking it. “I’llsee you around.”

[ruffsficstuffplace]

The Keeper of the Grove (Part 37)

Weiss stared at Lifira.

Then she stared some more.

She opened her mouth and raised a finger, looked like she was about to say something, then she closed it. She might have been trying to think of something to say, but with a face like that, her brain's probably decided to talk a walk around the block, get some fresh air and put this problem on the back burner for a while.

Yang grinned as she put her arm around Weiss' shoulders again. “Yeah, turns out Ruby's really got a thing for platinum blondes, just like her mom did for blondes.” She winked. “Better watch yourself, princess!”

Weiss heard a scream of pure, unbridled teenage fury before Ruby slammed full-force into Yang, horns first. Because this is the Dreamscape and Rune Rangers is PG-13 most days, she only gets sent flying off, before Ruby jumps her and starts beating the shit out of her whilst yelling at the top of her lungs.

I'll spare you the unnecessary details of what she's saying exactly, and just call it “Angry Yelling and Cursing In Actaeon.”

“That happens a LOT, don't worry,” Lifira chirped. “It's just how Ruby and Yang show how much they love each other!”

“Play Fighting is oftentimes encouraged between young Fae as a form of bonding and training, to better prepare them for both social life and the dangers they face on a daily basis,” Penny added.

Weiss looked at the two off to the side. Ruby had Yang pinned on her back, holding her arms down as she repeatedly, violently smashed her horns into Yang's skull. Lifira put her hand on her shoulder, and she turned back around.

“You're going to be a great Sapphire Ranger, Weiss!” Lifira said. “I can see it in you: the Wisdom to do what is Right. And don't worry about the team: everyone's super friendly once you get to know them, and Ruby is a fantastic leader.”

She winked and giggled, before she disappeared.

A few seconds later, Weiss' brain finally decided to clock back in. “… Is there… is there anything like a private instance here...?”

Yang kicked Ruby off of her. She flew off like a tiny missile and slammed into one of the walls, adding some visual interest with a new crater shaped like her. Yang picked herself up, perfectly fine because of the power of CENSORSHIP!

“I got this!” she said.

Magic circled around them both from the feet up, till they were whisked away, off to someplace only Yang knew.

Weiss found herself by a cabin deep in a forest. It was a nice place: peaceful, quiet, and more than enough space for a very big family—or, in this case, a giant garden that was right next to a training grounds similar to the one in Keeper's Hollow.

“Where are we...?” Weiss asked as she looked around.

“Where me and Rubes used to live, before The Shit went down,” Yang explained. She smiled. “Lotta good memories here...” she frowned “… lotta really bad ones, too, but all that's important is that Ruby stays away from this place like the Scourge.”

Weiss winced.

“So, wondering why Lifi looks almost exactly like you? Well, before Life beat the Innocence and Wonder outta you, anyway.”

“Yes, I am,” Weiss replied flatly. “I'm assuming it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision to leave me unharmed, once she knew I was in that carriage...?”

Yang snorted. “Hah! Don't flatter yourself, princess: there's like 10 billion of us humans and three to four times as many Fae here in Avalon; I guarantee you, Lifira was probably based on hundreds if not thousands of white-haired hotties, real and fictional!

“Besides, Eluna comes much easier to mind than you when imagining a platinum blonde dream girl.”

Weiss nodded, pacified if insulted.

“… Though, the fact that you do look a lot like the golem I caught her trying to make out once with probably helped!” Yang sighed. “Man, I wish I hadn't deleted my holo of that, the look on her face...” she smiled and shook her head.

Weiss groaned. “Do you really have to share all of Ruby's embarrassing secrets like this?”

Yang took on a look of mock offense. “Weiss, Weiss, Weiss! I thought as a little sister yourself, you should know that one of a big sister's most important duties is to embarrass their younger siblings in front of their friends, and especially their potential girlfriends!”

“Then please stop making things painfully awkward for everyone, because I am not the slightest bit interested in Ruby.”

Yang paused. “Seriously? You two aren't--” she made a sexy animal noise.

Weiss' face turned red in rage and embarrassment. “Ugh! No! Why does everyone think we're--” she made an adorable, somewhat sexy animal noise.

Yang sniggered.

“What?”

“Okay, one: that was the cutest way to say--” she made a sexy animal noise “--that I have ever fucking heard in my entire life.” Yang's face turned serious. “And two: because the Eldan Council doesn't just take in every last human that happens to survive whatever lurks in that hell-hole we call the Valley, either on their own or with the help of the Fae. In case you haven't noticed, princess, they're pretty serious about making yourself useful.

“There's got to be a reason that they're keeping you on. A big reason. At the very least, they think you might be this generation's key to keeping the Keeper bloodline alive.”

Weiss blinked. “Pardon...?”

Yang groaned and clutched her head in pain. “I'd tell you more, but there's this niggling in my head that's telling me I've already said too much… look, Weiss, if in case I get my privileges revoked after today, I want you to know that Ruby hasn't had an easy life, alright?

“Dead mom, broken family, and being raised by Uncle Qrow for the past 14 years aside, Keepers are like all those Nikos kids with the Holy Shepherd: an institution first, before a person. Only for Ruby, it means a lot more than just a fancy title you got from your famous dead grandma, and having to make public appearances every once in a while to appease the Flock.”

Yang groaned again, shaking her head as the throbbing faded away. “The only thing I think I can say is that there's a REASON they've all lived in a swamp, far away from everyone else.”

Before Weiss could ask more, there was a flash of light, and they were both standing at the entrance to the Valley.

The world around them was frozen, which was probably a good thing, seeing as the goons staring them down looked like serious business—full-on AFA types, not just private mercs.

“Hey guys! Sorry we're late, wanted to get a private audience with Princess Snowflake over here,” Yang said, waving as she walked up.

“It's fine!” Ruby said, much calmer now. “Did you happen to teach her about metamorphing?”

Yang snapped her fingers. “Shit, knew I forgot something...”

“Eh, that's fine, we'll just show her!” Ruby said. “Everyone but Weiss, form up on me! It's a triangle formation, me in the center, and from your right to your left, it goes Yang, Blake, me, Penny, and then you, Weiss.”

Ruby spoke as they went through the motions. “It's really simple: you just throw your arm into the sky in a badass way; wait for the suns, the moons, or wherever the light is coming from to reflect off your rune; shout 'Avalon's Might!' and wait to metamorph!

“Get into your pose, cry 'Rune Rangers: Viridian Vanguard!' and then we can all go kick some butt!

“Oh, and for reference: I'm Ruby as in the Ranger, and my pose is kneeling on the ground and looking like I'm about to smash my horns into someone; Yang's Onyx, and her pose is looking like a bear standing up and getting ready to maul someone; Penny's Emerald, and her pose is looking cute with her tail curled back into a heart; and Blake's Citrine, and her pose is… well, being her and clawing at someone, I guess.”

“What's mine?” Weiss asked.

“Whatever you want it to be!” Ruby chirped. “You want some time to think it up?”

Weiss shook her head. “I'll just take whatever Lifira's was.”

“Then that'd be looking like a fox mid-pounce!”

“Like this?”

“Perfect! You're a natural at this, Weiss.” Ruby said as she and the others broke formation, turned back to normal. “Want to do a dry run, or go straight to the fight?”

“I think I can wing it,” Weiss said.

“Alright!” Ruby said. “Places, everyone: it's showtime!”

Unfreeze.

Human and cyborg AFA soldiers formed a wall around the Rune Rangers, armed to the teeth with body armour, batons, rifles, shields, and dirty looks. The Rangers didn't look the slightest bit intimidated, glaring at them right back.

From the semi-circle of rovers behind them, their Captain popped her head out from the top of hers, activated the speakers. “Rune Rangers of the Viridian Valley! I ask you all to please stand down, and surrender Ms. Weiss Schnee immediately! You are guilty of kidnapping one of our citizens, and pursuant to Environmental Order No. 8921 of the Acropolis Accord, this land is now reserved for the use of and future development by the Schnee Power Company!”

Penny smiled. “I am sorry, I am afraid we of the Viridian Valley do not fall under your jurisdiction! I highly suggest that you invalidate that order in the records, take whatever physical copies you have of it, and insert them in your bodily orifices that are generally left unexposed to sunlight~”

Weiss stared at her, before she turned to the others.“Did she seriously…?”

“Yeeep...~” Yang said, grinning.

Weiss snickered, before she put her Game Face back on.

The Captain grimaced. “I was afraid you were going to say that... this is your final warning: surrender now, or we will use lethal force. You are outnumbered, outgunned, and are facing a foe more than ready to wage a prolonged campaign against you:

“What could you possibly have that makes you think you have a chance against us?”

Ruby grinned as their runes appeared in their hand. “These. All together now--!”

“Avalon's Might!”

The night sky glowed red, blue, yellow, black, and green as the Rangers raised their runes to the sky. The AFA shielded their eyes and started having second thoughts about signing up for this as the four teenagers and one golem before them turned into colour-coded, spandex-clad warriors with matching animal-themed helmets, their actions completely in-sync.

“Rune Rangers: Viridian Vanguard!”

Boom.

Weiss yelped and dropped to the ground as the mandatory post-pose explosions happened just behind her. “WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THAT?!” she said as she picked herself back up

“We thought you knew about it already! Sorry!” Ruby cried.

“This is what you get for not watching enough HV, princess!” Yang added.

The Captain sighed and rolled her eyes, before she got back on the loudspeaker. “Alpha Squad: attack! The rest of you: stand by! We're going to need manpower if we're going to make any real progress tonight...”

Weiss saw words appear in her visor:

Qrow's Commands:

Perform 3 Team Acrobatics with Weiss

Perform 3 Team Attacks with Weiss

“The hell…?” she asked.

Something to shake things up, princess; it'd be boring if we just made every episode about beating the bad guys in the most efficient and boring way possible.

“Mhmm!” Ruby said. “And speaking of which: Blake, Weiss: get the shooters! Yang, help them get there! Penny, you're with me!

“Ready?”

“Ready!” everyone else but Weiss said.

“Charge!” Ruby yelled as she ran horns-first into the front-liners, smashing her horns into some poor sap's gut.

Yang ran up in front of Blake and Weiss, crouched and got into position. “Air Xiao Long now boarding!” she said as she held out her hands.

Blake ran up, Yang catapulted her over the front-liner's heads. She somersaulted through the air, and ended up just in front of the riflemen at the back line. No surprises that she landed perfectly on her feet.

“Do I really have to?” Weiss asked.

“It's not Rune Rangers without somersaults and team attacks!” Ruby yelled as she kept some baton-wielders busy, Penny giving her back-up.

“Last call for boarding, princess!” Yang said.

Weiss shook her head, ran up and put her foot into Yang's waiting hands. Her trip through the air was… much less graceful than Blake's was, though at least she knows how to do a tuck-and-roll landing.

<Didn't take gymnastics in school?> Blake asked as she pulled her up.

“I took fencing...” Weiss said as they turned to the shooter in front of them.

He raised his gun up to fire, Blake ducked and kicked out his leg, brought him down to his knees. Now that she could reach, Weiss wasted no time grabbing his head and introducing his jaw to her knee.

Pow!

“… And some hand-to-hand combat with Ruby,” Weiss continued as the poor sap fell down for the count.

<Nice!> Blake said. <I was wrong, Weiss: you might just survive out there in the real world!>

She jerked Weiss to the side.

A bullet whizzed past her helmet, missing by less than an inch.

Underneath her helmet, Blake smiled.

<Might.>

Underneath her helmet, Weiss rolled her eyes, before she smiled back.

[superprincesspea]

The Honey House, Chapter 18

The Lion Tamer

MASTERLIST

The matchstick fort was just as Negan had remembered, except of course for the frost that glazed the blades of grass and topped the wooden beams to remind everyone that winter would soon be here. He drove right up to the gate and climbed out of the car, leaning one hand on the door frame while the two guards trained their rifles in readiness. He’d never spoken to either of these women but he could see the recognition slowly sinking into their eyes as their lips spread into easy smiles.

“Ladies,” he nodded with a panty dropping grin, or at least that's what he liked to think, when he turned up the charm, not that is charm had been working too well in these parts the last time he was here.

Without another word the women scrambled from their post and the gates began to creak open wide enough for him to drive inside the walls. The planters weren’t as green as they had been but it was still just as beautiful and it still had the same feeling of magic whistling between the long rows of washing lines.

Negan climbed out of his car for the second time, spotting Zuzu darting between people and planters in pursuit of one very unhappy looking chicken. Her little legs were clad in long wellies over thick socks and her bobble hat was desperately clinging to her head with every bounced step. She stopped when she saw him, her eyes growing wide, her attention suddenly undivided allowing the chicken to make it's great escape.

“Hey kid,” Negan held up his hand in a half formed wave before turning to retrieve the cardboard box that was nestled in his passenger seat. When he turned back Zuzu was still there, the look on her face just as curious.

He kneeled, dropping the box to his feet and opening up the flaps to reach inside. One hand wrapped around a child sized pitcher's mitt while the other grabbed a baseball as he began to  wonder why the hell he was kneeling before a kid with a box full of presents. He couldn’t remember exactly what had been going through his head when he’d picked these up on a supply run but he supposed it didn’t matter much now, people were watching, he needed to make his move or look like a fucking idiot.

He stood with his gifts in hand and threw the ball in the air to catch it behind his back. “I figured someone oughta teach you how to throw a curveball like a badass.”

Zuzu cocked her head to the side, the bobble hat finally losing purchase on her head as she half took a step forward, changed her mind and scampered away without looking back. No mitt, no ball, no hat, no chicken.

He’d shot, he’d failed and he felt surprisingly deflated standing like a prick with his little girls baseball mitt outstretched and unclaimed.  

“I think it's a sweet gesture. I’m sure she’ll come around,” a sing song voice cooed over him as a waft of sour milk tinged his nose. He turned to see Carly with her baby strapped to her chest and a enthusiastic smile of big teeth.

Sweet. Jesus Fuck, it was like a dirty word and he didn’t want to be anywhere near the fucking thing. “Of all the things I am darling, sweet is definitely not fucking one of them.”

“You keep telling yourself that Negan but I call it as I see it,” she stroked the soft baby hair or her papoosed kid and flounced away like mother earth as he caught sight of two more women giving him lopsided smiles. The whole thing left a bad damn taste in his mouth. He wasn’t being nice to the kid for altruistic reasons, fuck that, he was being nice for his own gain. That was his story and he was sticking to that mother fucker like a barnacle to the hull of a sinking ship.

He threw the mitt and ball into the box with a miserable grunt as the door of the house swung open, the movement catching his attention. He looked up to see Grandma Ellie and his smile returned although it wasn’t exactly matched by hers. Her lips were pressed in a hard line, her eyes crinkling into a disapproving frown as she dried her wrinkled hands on her bright yellow pinny. “She’s gone,” she said, her voice empty of any emotion.

Maybe it was the way she said it, the way she was looking at him or just all of Negan’s deep buried fears were suddenly realised but his stomach plummeted right to the bottom of his feet, a place it never usually rested. “What do you mean she’s gone?” he demanded, half certain he was being paranoid yet too paranoid to give a shit.

Grandma Ellie crossed her arms about her chest giving him a pointed look, the sort of look that told him ‘watch who you're talking to with that tone’. His Grandma had the same look, it was a look that came with the back of her hand upside his head and he’d been on the receiving end of it almost every time he saw her. Almost every time he spoke to her. “You’ve been gone a long time Negan.”

He abandoned his cardboard box, taking long strides to the bottom of the porch steps where his hand gripped the wooden rail, “where is she?”

Grandma stared him down, her eyes a faded moss version of Rae’s bottle green. Negan blinked, letting her win the unspoken competition they’d entered into and she rewarded him with an answer. “She's out.”

Negan inhaled a heavy breath, relief plastering a smile on his face as he tried to smooth the furrow that had creased concern into his brow.

Her arms fell easily to her sides, her voice was now as carefree as a summer's day, “she’s checking bait traps with Tim.”

Bait traps with Tim. That fucker. He squeezed a little tighter to his handrail and memory joined forces with his imagination to flash an image of Lucille saying a thirsty hello to the side of Tim’s head.

“But you were worried,” Grandma’s face cracked a knowing little smile peeling at the corners of her lips and twinkling in her eyes as she stood all high and mighty on her porch steps as if she were God. “That's good.”

Negan snorted, “well I’m glad I have your fu- approval. Whats next? I have to jump through a ring of fire or bring you the heart of a mountain lion?”

Grandma’s smile only widened as she looked him up and down like he was a dog come home covered in mud, “I suppose you’d better come in.” At that she headed back inside, reminding him “boots at the door - this isn’t a barn.” Then she looked back over her shoulder with the laser point stare that also belonged to both Rae and Zuzu, “I never said you have my approval.”

Negan bit back his smile, watching her walk away before he hopped down the porch steps to grab his cardboard box. He set it by the front door and unlaced his boots as he laughed to himself in private. He’d forgotten how being here was going to make him feel. Like he was just a man. Like he was back to a time where he still gave a damn what people thought about him. A time before he’d ever killed a person or seen a dead man stand up and keep walking.  

He left his boots and his box next to the door then headed in the house to find Grandma Ellie sitting in her parlor with a pair of glasses perched on her nose as she mended the knee of some well worn trousers.

“I’d offer you tea or coffee, but we’re fresh out of everything,” she said without taking her eyes off her sewing.

Coffee. Negan made a mental note. He’d brought a few things with him but not enough to make a dent in the supplies needed for an entire community. Even as King Dick he couldn’t remove too many supplies from the stores without a shit tonne of questioning, or at least a shit tonne of people whispering behind his back that he was taking supplies somewhere. He didn’t need that kind of hassle, he couldn’t exactly break all his own rules even if he was the one sitting at the top. “I’m alright sweetheart,” he crooned and Grandma made a noise that was both approving and disapproving at the same time.

He watched her pull the needle through the trousers a couple of times before walking to the window that faced the front gate and peeling back the net curtain with one gloved finger as the clock ticked silently in the background. He hadn’t exactly expected a grand entrance but he’d at least expected Rae to be here. He never had to wait for his wives, they were always there. like vultures circling a dying animal and he supposed that wasn’t really a good thing.

He let the net swish shut and turned back to the parlor. There was a piano in the corner, just like in Rae’s apartment. Behind it there was a brass plaque that had once belonged outside, it read ‘Mrs Honey’s Piano School.’

“Sit down Negan, you’re setting me on edge with all your loitering,” Grandma Ellie ordered as he reached his hand out to twitch at the curtain once more. He clenched his fist and laughed under his breath before ignoring her request and walking over to the sideboard that held a collection of photographs in tarnished frames.

There was a very young looking Grandma Ellie, probably younger than Rae was now, she reminded him of Maureen O’Hara in all the Western’s he’d watched as a kid and even though the print wasn’t colour he could tell she’d been a red head. Another goddamn fireball redhead, he might have known. “You were a knockout Grandma Ellie,” he said, smiling to himself.

“Were?” she peeked up from her sewing, her eyes almost sparkling now and he bet she’d been the kind of girl that had all the boys jumping through hoops of fire and taming mountain lions for a chance at a kiss.

“Are,” Negan corrected as the telltale creak of the front gate caught his attention.

He was on the porch in time to see Rae returning with Tim by her side and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t piss him off. It did fucking piss him off. He wanted to be the one setting traps or whatever the fuck they’d been doing. Except that was a lie too. He didn’t want to be setting traps with Rae he wanted to be counting every last one of her freckles with his tongue and seeing exactly what sound she made when her legs were quivering in pleasure. She was a musician so he’d imagined that she’d make a great sound, the kind of sound he’d want to play on an endless loop.

Negan was hard just thinking about it, he’d done nothing but think about it. Every night, every morning, hell every afternoon since he’d been here he’d been thinking about her. He adjusted the crotch of his jeans and stepped off the porch, taking a lean against his car and just watching her.

She was more real than he remembered. Every fantasy he’d fantasized hadn’t done justice to the long lengths of her legs or the deep red of her hair as it caught every ray of clouded sun.

She spotted him and when their eyes locked his heart stopped beating, but in a good way, the kind of way that told him there was something very special about Miss Rachel Honey. The kind of special that made a man wonder where he could find a mountain lion and a ring of fire.

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Rae hadn’t expected to see Negan yet there he was. Tall, dark and handsome with his leather jacket and devilish smile as he leaned against a cherry red car that looked like it belonged in the 1950’s, all white walled tyres and chrome bumpers. His hands caressed along the bodywork, his eyes never looking away from her.

“I was hoping we weren’t gonna see him again,” Tim grumbled, slamming the gate closed with an unnecessary bang.

“He said he’d come back.”

“That didn’t mean I wanted him too,” Tim stood directly in front of her, blocking her view of Negan as his hand toyed with the strap of his rifle. She stared at his chest, trying to avoid eye contact but he demanded her attention by calling her name, “Rae!”

She looked at him, her jaw tightened with annoyance. Since she’d kissed Negan, they hadn’t spoken about it like she'd suspected they might have done and she’d been grateful. They’d settled back into the easy ways of their friendship and she’d avoided any situation or any conversation that might have led to the way he was looking at her right now. “He didn’t come back for you,” she said, sidestepping him and his disapproval.

“He doesn't care about you Rae, if he did he wouldn’t have been gone so long.”

Tim’s words were just loud enough for her to hear and they poured salt in the wound that had opened up over the past few weeks as she’d told herself the exact same thing. Her giddy excitement burned down to a simmer that even Negan’s smile couldn’t reheat as she put one foot in front of the other.

Tim might not have wanted Negan and his Saviors to return and Rae might have had her own reasons but everyone else, even Margo, had been talking a whole mountain of gossip about when they would come back. With this many women all clumped together with nothing to do but chores and chatter it was to be expected. It didn’t hurt that Negan had what seemed like a honeypot of good looking men who had, as Carly had put it, “saved them all.”

Negan had been put on a pedestal by some of her people. Of course almost everyone had only seen Negan from afar, they’d never had an up close and personal meeting with his very large ego. They hadn’t kissed him either. She licked her lips remembering the way her heart had raced. Despite all doubts that had convinced her Negan was a bad idea, it was racing right now at just the thought of his hands on her waist and his body pressed against hers. She could almost breathe in the scent of his skin all wrapped up in soft leather and the faint metal tang of blood.

“You missed me Red?” he spread his arms out wide, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a soft smile that betrayed the brutal way he could kill a man.

Of course he wouldn’t say ‘hello’, he was probably expecting her to dive into his arms. “You almost seem familiar...” she toyed with his overzealous ego.

His smile faded, “it's been a while.”

“Almost 4 weeks,” Rae blurted, springing his smile back to life.

“You’ve been counting the days baby doll?”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a motion she hoped was enough to hide the blush that spread as quick as her smile. She wouldn’t call it counting up the days, she’d call it ‘noticing’ them. And if she was trying to make him feel bad or trying not to lose her head she was failing miserably.

Negan began to step closer and her heart hammered even harder than it had been since she’d first spotted him.“I had unexpected difficulties but I definitely didn’t forget about you, your freckles or any other parts.” his gaze swept down her body, she was clad in a parker, jeans and a thick flannel shirt but she might have been naked with the way his eyes devoured her.

Rae cleared her throat, “I should take these to the house.” She held up the two rabbits which happened to be her biggest game haul to date, not that the meat from two little cottontails would spread far with twenty four mouths to feed.

Negan looked at her hands, distraction giving her the opportunity to escape and regain composure rather than blushing and smiling like a juvenile. She turned on her heel, taking purposeful strides to the safety of the house and she almost made it. In fact she got further than she thought before an iron clad grip held her elbow, locking her into place on the porch.

“You running away from me Red?”

“Just walking,” she answered just like she had when she’d first brought Negan here.

He chuckled, spinning her around and moving so his body was an inch from being flush with hers. His thumb brushed her cheek, the leather of his glove smooth and warm, uncontrolled instinct had her face nuzzling against his hand and soaking up the familiarity of him. Then right on the porch, where everyone was watching, his hands cupped her face and he leaned in for a kiss.

Rae pulled back, her heart fluttering with need but her head filled with reluctance and fully aware of all the spectators. “You’re practically a stranger,” she insisted, despite the fact that everything about the way Negan was making her feel was telling her otherwise.

“That's not what you said last time you kissed me sweetheart.”

“That was different,” she straightened up her spine, “you’ve been gone for weeks and…” his smug look pissed her off, no matter how she felt she had her principles - not that those principles had worked out too well with Jacob but that only made her more vigilant, she wasn’t some floozy he could come and fuck, “just because I kissed you once doesn’t mean it's gonna happen again.”

She stepped into the house, away from prying eyes and with Negan in hot pursuit. If she thought he was letting her walk to where she wanted to go she was wrong. He held her waist, manhandling her into the broom closet.

He pulled the light cord, the bulb warmed up a hazy glow that filled the space that was so consumed by Negan and his wolfish grin. “You’re right Red but you’re also fucking wrong. You’re mine no matter how many times you kiss me and you want this just as fucking much as I do.”

Rae sucked her bottom lip in a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by Negan as his gaze focused every ounce of attention on her mouth before slowly creeping back up to her eyes. When she’d told herself Negan was a bad idea she hadn’t remembered how good it made her feel, or how alive.

“Let's reacquaint.” He yanked the rabbits from her hands, dropping them to the floor before his lips crashed into hers in a desperate frenzy. His body pinned her against the shelves filled with canned apples as his hands snuck into her winter coat to explore. She couldn’t breath and she didn’t want to, she wanted him to consume her until there was nothing left but tingled electricity.  

“Has anyone seen my granddaughter?” Grandma’s voice filled the hallway in tune with footfalls.

Negan stopped their kiss, his forehead pressed to hers.

“She’s probably with him,” Tim replied and Rae could almost picture the agitated way he would be adjusting his wiry glasses as he said, “I don’t think he can be trusted alone with Rae.”

Negan laughed, his hand snaking between her thighs as he whispered, “he’s not fucking wrong, I'll give Timmy that.”

Grandma’s response was faded and their footsteps retreated as Negan stood back, giving her room to collect herself. He dug into the pocket of his jeans and for a fleeting moment she thought he was going to pull out a condom and fuck her right up against the tinned fruit. Instead he pulled out a set of car keys, “red for Red,” he purred in a deep husky whisper.

“The one outside?”

“Let's take her for a spin,” he placed the keys in her palm, “and it's not a request baby doll. I didn’t drag my ass here to help Grandma darn Timmy’s trousers. And from the look on your face that's not what you want me to do either.”

Of course he was right and that only made Rae want to prove him wrong, “you’re so obnoxious.”

“And you love every fucking minute of it,” Negan spanked her so hard she yelped as she tried to casually slip from the closet. Luckily nobody was there to see it.

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