#a lot of you know and love swin

[lionwitch]

I've been listening to EPIC:The Musical on repeat for the last few days, and just so you know, I was this close to making one of my fics into a reincarnation fic (DC x EPIC. Especifically Epic and not The Odyssey because the whole fic revolves around music so it's fitting)

So the fic as it is is Tim being married to a woman named Wren, an OC. Together, they are musicians, they're a duo called Howling At The River, and their identities are hidden because Tim didn't want his parents knowing, so Tim is Wolfhart and Wren is Hummingwave.

They met when they were 5 and went from friends to lovers and ultimately eloped during the Brucequest, so his family doesn't know. It's not that he keeps it a secret, it's just that she's such an important and central part of his life that he thinks they know. They don't. They don't know he makes music either, because their identities are magically hidden and it hasn't been brought up.

It's a slice of life fic that I write in between my other fics to keep the creative juices flowing when I have none. It has no plot beyond the Batfam finding out Tim's married and is a relatively famous musician. Beyond that, it's slice of life and a bit of a ranting space because I gave her my disability so now when I'm in a flare, I write Wren in a flare, and she used to be a dancer but now she can't, because dancing was my dream and now I can't (though she did get training where I didn't get to). That's all there is to this.

I'm only two chapters in, and two drafts. So a lot can still change, so I almost made it a reincarnation fic.

Tim would be Odysseus, Wren would be Penelope. Not quite soulmates, not random people either. The Fates figured they made Odysseus suffer enough and took too much family time away from him, so they decided to reincarnate their souls over and over, but not in every lifetime did they find each other.

It is already stated in the first chapter that their meeting felt right, even if they were only five years old. Their love is beyond just love. It's adoration, worship, devotion. They're each other's whole world.

And then Ra's would take her.

And Tim would go full Odysseus on him. Full man-made monster. It's not a battle, it's a damn massacre, as Tim storms into Ra's base, slaughtering any and all assassins he finds. The rest of the Bats arrive a little late and go after him, following the trail of bodies, the absolute river of blood.

They try to stop him, because they don't kill. They'll get her back, just not like this.

Odysseus Tim is not having it. They took his Penelope Birdie. They're going to die.

And so he aims a bow he took from an assassin to them, to his family.

"Listen, I love you. But I love her more. And I will destroy anyone who stands in my way. So move, or I'll go through you." and he's not bluffing. There's no hesitation in his grip. If they try to stop him, they will get an arrow sent their way, whether it'd hurt them or end them isn't something they want to find out. So they let him through.

Meanwhile, Ra's has Wren tied up, and she's surprisingly unafraid. Maybe she's trusting that Tim will get to her. Or, Ra's thinks, maybe she's just stupid and naive.

He figures she can serve as training. There's a young prodigy, a preteen, son of assassins and raised as one as well. He follows orders, he's a natural at fighting, especially swords and bows. And so Ra's brings him forward and tells him to hurt Wren. Not kill��he wants her alive for now— but inflict pain on her.

The boy nods and unsheathes his sword. And then he looks into her eyes and he can't hurt her. He can't. It's not that he can't hurt people. It's not the fear in her eyes, or the lack of it. It's not the pity and compassion in her face. No, it's none of that. He can't put his finger on it, but he feels an unyielding loyalty towards her. He just met her, but he feels the need to protect her.

"Go on, boy."

But he can't. He can't. Ra's gets impatient, and he reaches for her, meaning to tug her up. The boy swings his sword.

Not to Wren. To Ra's. It makes a cut on his arm, superficial, but it's treason. It's a death sentence. Ra's draws his sword, disarms the boy, grabs him by the collar, and prepares to strike the boy down.

And then Tim storms in, shooting an arrow straight towards Ra's. He has tunnel vision right now, he sees red. He doesn't register the boy yet, he just wants Ra's gone.

The arrow misses him for a few inches, but it makes him flinch back and away from the boy, who immediately picks his sword back up, and instead of running, he fights off the other assassins that try to take Wren, while Tim fights Ra's.

Tim doesn't pull back this time. He stabs Ra's repeatedly (think Poseidon) and eventually cuts off his head. Will his death stick? Probably not. He then turns to kill the rest of the assassins, only to find most of them are already dead or wounded. He deals a final blow to the wounded ones and turns his sights on the remaining three assassins, two fighting one. An arrow to the throat takes one out, and the other's throat is slit by the young assassin.

Tim snarls, not trusting this assassin even though he killed the rest. The boy drops his weapons and raises his hands in surrender. He moves slowly, Tim's arrow aimed at his head the whole time as he leans down to take the keys to Wren's cuffs, telegraphing his moves.

"Why did you help her?"

"I don't know. I couldn't hurt her."

"Free her and run. Try anything and you're good as dead, kid."

"Yes, sir."

With slow moves, the boy gets on his knees before Wren, and his trembling fingers get the key into her cuffs. They fall to the ground, and he goes to open the ones on her ankles. Wren runs a hand through his hair.

And the world stops. For all three of them.

Memories of another life rush in. Of waiting, of fighting, of protecting. A husband, a wife, a child. A father, a mother, a son. Memories of days spent weaving, nights unthreading. Of a son protecting his mother from the suitors, of waiting for his father. Memories of fighting gods and ending lives to get to his family.

This is their son. Their Telemachus. Born on another age and to different parents, probably orphaned by Tim's hand, born halfway across the world, with another name, and only like ten years younger than them (they're 22), but their boy nonetheless.

Tim drops his weapons and they embrace. They're safe. Tim won't let anything happen to his son and wife.

"Telemachus..." Wren whispers, tilting the boy's chin up. The boy nuzzles into her palm.

"Mom..."

When the Bats catch up, Ra's is dead (at least for now) as are many other assassins, Wren is safe, and there's a twelve year old assassin being embraced by Tim and Wren.

"Who's that?"

"My son."

"...??? Tim you're twenty two."

"Hi, I'm Elliot."

"And he's my son, ages be damned."

"Ah, pulling a Bruce, I see you."

With their memories now awakened, Telemachus Elliot and Odysseus Tim are unbeatable. They have literally more than a lifetime of experience fighting, after all. Tim was always good, but now he's unstoppable. And he's the only one who can beat Elliot, though Dick is a tough challenge for the boy (not like he encountered many acrobatic-style fighters in Ithaca, or in the League)

Tim gets bolder with his strategies, no longer shy about them. He steps into Odysseus' leadership.

The boy eventually becomes a wolf themed vigilante. Not a bird because he doesn't answer to Bruce, he's not Batman's bird. He's his father's Little Wolf. Maybe Red Robin eventually changes to an owl themed vigilante (nod to Athena)

Father and son are unstoppable. They work with decades of teamwork, they move fluidly, reading each other's moves in a way no one else can.

And they speak Greek. They do so during patrol so that the enemy can't eavesdrop, or during planning, on instinct. They speak Greek between them when they're just hanging out, and they speak Greek with Wren when they want.

Speaking of Wren, they treat her like a Queen. Tim always has, she's his everything. But Elliot started treating her like royalty as soon as he got his memories. He makes her tea, reads to her aloud, and protects her like a loyal guard.

He's very protective of her when it comes to men. If anyone is even remotely creepy to her, he's going all out on them. Tim does so by ruining their lives and exposing their secrets, because he's better adapted to this lifetime. But Telemachus? The boy who had to listen to his mother's suitors talk about abusing her? The boy who guarded his mother's door with his life because if he didn't, they'd use her? He's not having any of it this time around.

One day, while Tim is at work, Elliot and Wren go to a mall. He insists on carrying her bags, even though she can do it. People assume he's her little brother, because again, she's 22 and he's around 12.

At some point, his gaze lingers on a toy section of a store, but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to leave his mom or make her wait. Luckily, she doesn't need to be told. She notices his longing gaze and encourages him to go check the toys out and get some if he wants while she checks out some clothes. It takes a little convincing, but eventually he agrees.

When he comes back, an owl plushie cradled in his arms, he sees a man ignoring Wren's boundaries and personal space. She repeats that she's married, asks him to leave her alone. He doesn't listen, and instead he reaches to grab her waist. Telemachus sees red.

The toy drops to the floor as he lunges at the man, landing a solid hit to his jaw. That usually would be enough for him, but this guy harassed his mom (just like them). He keeps hitting the man, and Wren knows it's a matter of time before security is called and they're escorted out, probably getting into trouble if he continues.

"Elliot, stop." he doesn't hear her, bringing down hit after hit "Elliot, that's enough!" but he's zoned in, the man pinned to the floor receiving the beating of his life.

"Telemachus!" she snaps. The boy snaps to attention and hurries to get off the man, getting into a soldier position, his focus on his mother, his Queen. He ignores as the man scrambled to his feet, but snarls in his direction as he hears a "crazy bitch" muttered. Wren leans down and picks up the discarded toy, and hands it to him.

"Thank you for defending me, sweetheart. I appreciate it. Let's just not get arrested, hm? Come on, kid."

When they tell all this to Tim, he high-fives his son. When Jason finds out, he buys him candy.

He's the kind of boy that holds other men accountable. Rape jokes and comments do not fly with him. He has and will punch guys twice his size for making those sorts of comments. "What was she wearing?", "she was asking for it", "shouldn't have been out/drunk/alone", "did she say no?", "playing hard to get" and comments of the sort are all one-way tickets to his shit list and probably the hospital, depending on if you double down or apologize.

Elliot is the kind of boy you'd trust with your drink at a party. The kind that covers them and hunches around them, glaring at anyone who comes close.

Also, from his late teens onwards, he acts as a sort of bodyguard for any girl who might need it. It started with a friend of his sitting next to him and asking if he'd do her a favor.

"So, you're... Intimidating."

"Oh? Oh! I'm sorry. Do I make you feel unsafe? Because I would never hurt you, and if it's something I do, please tell me and I'll-"

"No, a good kind of intimidating. The kind that wards off creepy guys. Look, I just, my little sister has a party she has to go to, and there might be a boy there that won't leave her alone. I was wondering if you could accompany her, make sure she's safe? I'll pay you! I can pay you by the hour, I don't care how much, I just want my sister safe and—"

"Hey, stop. Yes, I'll do it. I'll keep her safe. I charge one origami star per hour though." he jokes, because that specific friend makes origami stars all the time and he likes them.

And he goes to Jason to play up the whole "scary guy" vibes. And at the party, the boy approaches the girl, and Elliot looms behind her, and he leaves her alone.

He doesn't like parties, they overstimulate him, but he goes as a bodyguard to his friends so they can enjoy without creepy men. Sometimes he returns home with blood on his knuckles, and it's not his.

Also, just so you know, these two also kind of adopt Bart (who I made five years younger than Tim because creative liberties) and he and Elliot have a funny relationship because while Bart is older than him, Elliot can sometimes behave like the old soul he is. So they're in an eternal circle of "I'm the older sibling", "No, you're not", so they settled on twins.

Anyway, that was the idea I had. But I highly doubt it'll happen, because those who are reading the fic are there for wholesome interactions, not adventure, and they're there for Tim, not for Odysseus and Penelope. Also, I have never written action and I don't know if I could truly write the whole League of Assassins part the way it should be written.

[avon7ade]

Well... Hello! :) It's been a while, theres a bunch (too much for my own comfort tbh) of you now and I thought it would be nice to put thoughts into words. So sit there a bit if you're doing nothing and have a minute to spare me if you care, we might do a face reveal at the end...

A few days ago I read a post of a mutual here and basically he said something about how we should read bigger texts and get out of this 140 characteres and 15s videos and this connected with a post I've seen ages ago about how we should make this site go back to the blogging era, and I thought I should do my part! (I'm sorry about grammar errors!!! Not checking those)

I've vented on here before about how it was difficult to make people know I'm a person and not a blog, I'm not a themed blog, I'm not just a body, I'm not your horny escape. This seemed like a good time to make you know the person behind this, perhaps it'll help some understand her or maybe you'll just find out the annoying piece of shit I am, either way I put it out there, I did my part, the rest is with you, you can put yourself out there too, or maybe connect with this one here, even if you're hiding away (just be nice!) but we really should get back to putting chairs outside and just get to talking with our neighbours - human connection is what keeps us alive, I'll try and remember that, hope this helps you remember that too!

So... I don't know where to start! Kkkkk How about this: I'm the first daughter of the first daughter and first son of my grandparents, but the second grandaughter on one side (Gabriela was in a hurry to come see this world and broke my numbers). And since you know the name of my older cousin, might aswell tell you mine: I'm Melina, a name chosen because of the nickname Mel 🍯. I always had dogs (and many more animals) as a kid, I always died a little with every passing. I absolute adore having no shoes on, I hate cars, to be honest I'd ban them if I could, but I can't yet so.... I love water, to swin in it, to drink it, to bathe in it.. also a fan of showers. Water, plants, the moon and yellow lights have my heart in a way that I feel it's like those stupid mosquitoes and lamps. I have a weird relationship with music, I can go a really long time without it, maybe because I get immersed in reading and thinking so much that when I finally stop and remember I CAN and I should put something on I relax and then it's an on-off thing. I have a green thumb, except when it comes to seeds, those babies hate me. I have no problem getting rid of everything, going places and staying a long time away from family. I'm really good at accepting things/people as they are, and that makes me a terrible boss and even worse ambitious person. I will always try to find reason. I don't trust people easily. "Trust the process"? No, who wrote the process? Why should I trust them? Who said that this process should be happening like that in order for it to end the way I want? What if that's not the way I want?? In fact, I'm a wary person and yet.. you can take advantage of me sooooo easily! I'm laughing because that's ridiculous, but I'm getting better at setting boundaries... I hope. I'm usually the one that gets hurt, I think I did that to someone for the fisrt time last year and I hate myself for it (how you people do that?). I'm terrible at keeping in touch, I love my friends but I need the everyday life to show it, I need the long walks with no destiny, the sitting and staring at the sky, the let's get together and make something to eat, the helping with grocery shopping (fucking hate it, that's torture to me) those things... I don't think text does it. I used to write A LOT and even tho I might do that I suck at texting/keeping things going on the internet, I'm so bad, I think I've got nothing important to say and that it'll add absolutely nothing to your life and you might have already noticed that so if you say nothing I say nothing. I hate being a nuisance. I will not go to a place if I'm not invited. I believe too much in the power of words so I will not tell you something if I don't believe it, but I'm going also try and ease the blow if needed. I'm very perceptive, to the point I know what you mean by the way you act and you put your phrases together, so I'm a great friend to ask about others intentions to you but that doesn't work with me, you have to be very clear with what you mean/want. I have a total of 0.05 luck. I've got very few regrets, I think everything is a lesson worth learning from - except some and those go into the regrets category - I look at every possible outcome before making a decision.

I hate talking about myself. I hate taking pictures of myself (:

That's why this is happening, I'm talking about myself, I'm making peace with my body, I'm forcing myself to keep in touch, I'm learning to be open to the unknown. We need to grow as humans and baby steps, I'm trying. I had a really nice text prepared in mind - I was in the shower obviusly that would be were the masterpieces would be created - but that's it.

I talked, and talked, and talked too much with a first person pov (omfg! send help) and yet... You still know nothing about me. Keep that in mind. I didn't tell you about the hurt, the difficulties, the traumas, the ugly. Be nice to people it costs you literally nothing. I'm not a blog, even the ones here that are very.. not personal, that are just memes, and a themed colour or something... there's still a person behing that. Just be nice. 🤍

So I see you're in a hurry... I laugh everytime I look at this hope you enjoy it. Now go back!

[weird-bookworm]

7:48 ᴘᴍ

warning! beaches and water and one mention of going underwater? it this triggering? idk but i'm putting it here just in case !!

this trip was not planned.

you are sitting in your car, sipping coffee and driving to the nearest beach, while wonwoo sits in the passenger seat ("you be the passenger princess today, i feel like driving"), almost half asleep. both of you had stayed up until late last night, packing for an overnight trip for the weekend.

the idea literally came out of nowhere, but it just sounded so perfect you knew you had to convince wonwoo. the simp that he is though, he agreed without any resistance, and the two of you started packing.

you check your phone for the directions once you hear the telltale deep snores of your boyfriend, just to see there was a three hour drive still left. you groan and wonder why you chose to drive, but one look at wonwoo's face makes you straighten up and continue on.

"ready for the beach?"

wonwoo is already wearing swin trunks and a loose hawaii patterned shirt ("wonwoo, i love you, but please don't take that thing, it's embarrassing" "all the more reason to take it then!") and has a bag full of things you might need a the beach.

"yeah, just gimme a second," you pick up another, smaller bag, with things like sunscreen and sunglasses, and hook your arm around wonwoo's, "let's go."

the beach is not too crowded, but there is just enough life around for the day to be fun. wonwoo first focuses on setting up a parasol and laying down the towels beneath it, as you take off your t-shirt and shorts for your swimsuit underneath.

then, as you excitedly wait for him to finish his task, he takes out a book and sits on his towel. to read. oh, hell no.

five minutes and lots of pouting later, you manage to get rid of wonwoo's shirt (you might have kissed him enough to distract him and then just. pulled off the shirt, but that is for him to know and for us to never find out).

of course while he (half heartedly) complains about you being unfair, you take time to admire his body— you admit it, you are shameless, but also, he's literally your boyfriend, you have every right to ogle him whenever and wherever.

he catches you in the act and smirks knowingly at your red cheeks at being caught, but you thank the gods because he says nothing about it. you apply sunscreen on his back (while, yet again, enjoying the muscles rippling below your palms) thoroughly, and then you are ready to go.

you have fun in the water, splashing water at each other and running straight into oncoming waves. for someone who wanted to read on a beach instead of enjoying the summer day, wonwoo is a really good swimmer. he easily submerges in the water (which makes you wonder how well he's holding up without his glasses) to scare you and stands like a rock when you try to shove him inside.

you don't know if you find it sexy or annoying.

after about three hours of fun, the two of you decide to get out of the water and spend time together on the soft sand. the sun is setting, leaving a warm glow all around, and the beach has almost descended into a comfortable silence.

it's romantic, despite the salty water clinging to your clothes and the rigorous hair washing that you know is waiting for you back at the hotel.

but for now, you only have eyes for wonwoo (who has already wiped himself and is sitting down to continue reading— this man) and the adorable smile that lights up his face.

@blue-jisungs this is for you <;33

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 4

Four werewolves and a human sit down to dinner...

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Wolfgang and Kristopher have not come alone. Natalia, Kristopher’s wife has come to. She and Kristopher have three kids together. Samir is relieved they didn’t bring them to dinner. He and Reece greet her and the meal properly begins.

Samir is nervous at first, then the other werewolves begin eating. They’re every bit as messy as him! He tucks into his food happily, glad he doesn’t have to repress his gluttonous nature and Reece prepares himself for people talking with their mouths full.

Wolfgang: This is delicious

Natalia: Much better than what we have on set

Kristopher: Natalia is an actress in her spare time

Reece: Oh my sister’s friend does that. What do you do Kristopher?

Kristopher: Look after any wolves that come through these parts

Samir: How long have you been doing that

Natalia: A while… he’s immortal see

Reece: Immortal?

Kristopher: Love you forget, they don’t know much about our lore

Wolfgang: They should if they’ve been reading my books, I see a few of them on the shelf

Samir: You write

Wolfgang: Under a pen name of course of but you can also find me at the main mill most days, I’m the librarian

Reece: You work for the library? Say hi to Flynn and Eve for me

*crickets as no one else gets the geeky joke*

Reece: Uh, did you write that bit in The Werewolf who came in from the cold?

Samir: About the collective

Wolfgang: You could read that? Oh wonderful

Kristopher: It means your eyes are adjusting properly. You’ll be able to see extra text in many of the books in the library

Wolfgang: And my books of course. Read up on what you can and we’ll fill in the blanks for you

Reece offers to sort the dishes while Samir grabs some of the meat in the fridge for seconds. Reece goes to the lounge to do more of his homework while Samir asks more questions.

Samir: Will I always be hungry

Kristopher: It takes a lot of calories to shift, and we have a faster metabolism than humans. I’d suggest planting a fruit tree of some kind so you can always have a snack on hand

Samir: I’m more a meat kind of guy

Kristopher: *whispers* how is your hearing

Samir: *whispers* pretty good

The conversation continues with the group talking so quietly that Reece who is close by cannot hear a word they say.

Natalia: It’s an adjustment being able to hear so much. I am not looking forward to what I might hear when the kids become teens

Samir: Wolfgang… what did you mean when you said Reece and I were lucky to have found each other? It seemed weighted

Kristopher: Tell me you didn’t-

Wolfgang: That was all I said Kristopher, those words

Samir: Why? What could he have said

Kristopher: Nothing that’s backed up by precedent

Wolfgang: Just because you’ve never encountered it before-

Kristopher: *snaps* For the last time, fated mates have only ever been documented in relationships between werewolves

Samir: Fated what

An awkward silence descends as Kristopher and Wolfgang exchange looks and Natalia clearly searches for something to say.

Kristopher: So you want to take on who killed your parents do you

Samir: What? *growls* Do you know who it was

Wolfgang: We have an idea

Kristopher: But no, we’re not telling you until we’re sure you won’t go getting yourself killed. Come outside with me, show me what you can do

Samir follows Kristopher outside, nearly slipping on the icy ground.

Kristopher: You need to work on your reflexes

Samir: I know…

Kristopher: I trust you’ve figured out how to shift at will?

Samir: Sort of…

Kristopher: Come on, show me

The older wolf effortlessly ripples into his wolf form while Samir enters his wolf form more awkwardly.

Samir: Why don’t our clothes tear

Kristopher: We may change our physical appearance but you’ll find we stay a similar size. Now, attack me

The pair disappear into a cloud of dust and fur! Samir isn’t used to tangling with someone as fast as him so he has a job staying ahead of Kristopher’s swings. He sadly discovers a bop to his wolf nose is extremely painful, and that it’s harder to slice through fur with his claws than he thought.

When the dust settles Kristopher is the clear victor but Samir isn’t hurt.

Kristopher: You have an amount of raw talent. That may have been fine on the football field but it’s different as a wolf. You need to work on refining your talents

Samir: I know. Thanks

Kristopher: Anytime. If you want to join the collective-

Samir: No. I have Reece

Kristopher: Up to you of course. I’ll grab the others and take our leave. Howl if you ever need anything

Samir goes inside and Reece looks up from his homework.

Reece: You do make a good looking werewolf… but I still think we should keep woohoo to human form only

Samir: No problem, I can shift

Samir goes into the kitchen to get some space and tries to shift. Nothing changes.

Samir: Damn it!

Reece: It’s okay boss, you’ve done it before. You’ll do it again

Samir: Right blondie, I’ll try. I am in control *deep breath* I am in control….

Reece does his best to think calming thoughts as Samir awkwardly shifts back to human form. It’s still a rusty process but at least he can do it.

Reece: There… my handsome lover is back. Did the others have any good tips

Samir: Just to keep reading and working on skills. Now I have a pretty good tip for you… if you can take it

Reece: *chuckles* I do my best

Samir: Come on, let’s put you to bed

Reece: *sighing* I love you

Samir: *smirks* I love you to, now come on or you’ll miss all the fun

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[gentaro-kinniecom]

hello! I want request headcanons for Eichi, Arashi and Wataru when their s/o have sun allergy or Is very sun sensitive? Please and thank you

🌷S/o with a sun allergy/sun sensitive headcanons🌷

→Characters: Eichi Tenshouin, Arashi Narukami and Wataru Hibiki

→Cw: none! Mostly fluff, just reader with sun allergy and/or being sensitive to the sun!

→A/n: hi!! Thank you so much for requesting this! I absolutely loved making these hcs since I’m sensitive to the sun, so this hit close to home, hope you enjoy!!

Eichi Tenshouin;

Very caring and understanding

Would buy anything that could help with your rashes (if you get in contact with the sun for a while) and/or aloe vera for sunburnt skin if you went to the beach for a date

He tries making each date indoors, mostly going to restaurants during the afternoons or (his favorite type of dates) taking a trip to the flower gardens close to his home

Eichi loves buying clothes (and hats) that can help you with your allergy, especially soft comfortable clothes so the rash doesn’t get so itchy.

During summertime, he suggested you both take a swin in his indoor pool instead of going out to the beach and harmfully expose your skin to an allergy reaction or burn

Arashi Narukami;

She’s so sweet and noticed when you were at the beach and started to scratch your skin very harshly, she immediately grabbed her moisturizers and creams, rushing towards you to help you

Ever since that happened during your last date, she’s always caring some sort of skin moisturizer, rash relief and aloe vera

Arashi knows a lot about skincare and how to treat these sunburns or rashes perfectly

It’s in the little things that she does that make you love her even more, like offering to place the creams herself or treating you to a spa, anything that she knows will make you feel relieved and actually help your skin get better

With that being said, Arashi loves going on spa or nail dates! Especially if you both get matching nail sets together or a couple’s spa day

She also has a daily routine of washing her face, applying some moisturizer and etc, she has invited you a few times to join her and do things like clay masks together or manicure and nails when you don’t go to the nail salon together

Wataru Hibiki;

He somewhat knows how to treat sunburns or sun allergies but he’s not that well informed

However, if you need something, anything at all, he’s willing to get it for you

Like Arashi, he has a cabinet full of products that you had recommended him or he brought himself for you. His skin is so soft and it’s no wonder why he has so many products in one cabinet

He’s very gentle with your skin and when you experience a very bad skin allergy reaction, he tosses everything he had for that day asside just to help you

If he has a play during the day and outside, (not like in the actual theater they have) he makes sure to reserve a seat that has an umbrella and it’s specifically reserved for you, his beloved

He prefers having fun dates like going to an amusement part (in the afternoon ofc), a theater, but if that’s not your cup of tea, he would take you to a museum or picnic under the afternoon sky.

[drill-teeth-art]

I think it's very sweet and I would love to know more about the Flipsides/Soundwave dynamic (like can I ask some of the common ask meme questions about them maybe?) BUT i originally read it as "it's you and me, SJW" which had a very different tone

Almost spat out my sip of soda at “it’s you and me, SJW”. Quite the different tone indeed XD !!! But anyway, you’re absolutely free to ask about Soundwave and Flip’s relationship I love questions about my fan continuity writing!

For a little extra information on their backstory, here’s more about how they met. After Flipsides was freed from the anti-electricity vault someone put it in by Swindle, it ended up returning with Swin to Decepticon HQ where it met Soundwave. It was a little unsure of the minibot, cassette carrier at first, but the two quickly discovered they shared a love of creative media, especially cartoons, music, comics, and games. Flipsides also discovered Soundwave had an interest in data preservation and maintenance, having memory troubles itself. Flipsides started helping it by writing up to do lists and developing reminder software for it to use to keep track of daily tasks. Soundwave picked up on Flipsides’ issue with emotional regulation more and faster than Flipsides realized, noticing it struggle with acute distress from rejection and heavy mood drops from awkward conversations or misunderstandings. And Soundwave does its best to be encouraging of it learning how to cope and helpful when it asks it to help ground. And they value communication a lot in their relationship, so they chat a lot over their personal frequency.

Thanks for your interest :D !

[asoulofatlantis]

I am not exactly very interested in the sidestorys I currently have... but I think I should still watch them. So... uh... lets get this over with ^^’

I honestly don’t know if I find it cool, amusing or weird that basically no book ever in the Trails-Series was based on fiction ^^’ I mean, obviously there was a lot of Liberty taken with most of the books, but all in all they are all based on true storys and true people. Heck, sometimes they even use the actual names.

But I would say they sometimes go too far with it. We would know nothing right now about Swin and Nadias past without the 3 and 9 books.

In case you haven’t read 3 and 9 yet... here is a little spoiler for the ending: They do not end up like that in the book, this is pure wishful thinking on Nadias part XD (For now, that is!)

You know that these days I love Shirley, but uh... this hos thing with Ilya still leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I mean yes, on the long run it served Shirleys first step into being more human definitely well... but if we look at it this way, we might as well say that Crow being a Terrorist served his character-development well or that George placing the bombs inside the Couragous helped his development well on the long run - and neither of this is per se really wrong, but that can not make one forgive them what they did. Ilya almost died, because Shirley wanted to provoke Rixia and that is not something that can or should be forgiven that easily. I mean, in the end I am a Trails-Child by heart and will likely end up somewhat forgiving them all one way or another, because that is what Trails-Children do, but I will never forget it or pretend it didn’t happen.

I guess live will always be hard if you have been practically raised to be an assassin from a young age, forced to murder people when you are still somewhat a child put into an organisation were betraying your partner can save your life... these kids have been brainwashed and programmed and escaping that with so less experience in living a normal and happy life must be a true challenge. Thank good Nadia is not alone.

They would be so darn cute as a ship but he... yes, you guessed it, is practically sisterzoning her ^^’ What else is new? But if you look at Kuro 2, I think we are making progress with their relationship. Not only in a good way, but who said growing up is easy?

I think we found some common-ground here ^^’

...

Oh my... but I can not blame her, after everything that happened, after all the time he has been gone, he should have told her that he would be going back for a little while longe rmuch sooner. I can totally understand that she is angry and hurt right now. After all, she just finally got him back.

And now we are back at the main plot. Its C-Time now.

But he really didn’t mean it. His questions and intentions made absolute sense. Tho I guess he was not expecting her to have emotions like that and... you know... man do tend to have a... uh... you know... less empathic understanding of how to treat other people the right way ^^’ But once again, I am sure he did not have any bad intentions.

Rufus always was good with words, empty promises and fooling people... I can not blame Lapis for immediately falling for him... uh... his words... or... him? Well, you get what I mean. In CS1 I would have never thought he was a bad guy, a traitor in the truest sense. Heck, I liked his character and I thought he was on our side and would protect Jusis and his friends and then in CS2, even when he was with the bad guys I wanted to trust him, I thought there must be some good reason behind him doing what he was doing... and then he revealed to be an Ironblood... This man is really a master if fooling people and I am sure - even tho this will change eventually - at the moment, all he wants is to use Lapis. Like he has always just used people.

Gotta love this girl.

He just escaped prison and “ran” from a death sentence, even the name and title that comes with being and Albarea and the former Governor of Crossbell shouldn’t exactly give him much money under his belt, given they I doubt he needed it in prison and I also doubt he has much access to any of his former bank accounts. So... were does he get the money from? Or is this too just an empty promise?

[superrex319]

Finished Trails Through Daybreak 2, and it was okay

It's definitely a lot weaker than the first Daybreak and probably on the lower end of my Trails list, but it was still enjoyable! Most of the critiques I saw online about it though pretty much line up with my own opinions (SPOILERS BELOW)

The Time Loop & Brainwashing Stuff got way too repetitive after a while, especially in Chapter 3 - like it was just a constant of "Friend is Brainwashed to hate you", "You Die", "Time Loop!", "Unbrainwash!"

The Gardenmaster was...not a very interesting bad guy. There was some foreshadowing to his true identity but I don't think they even mentioned the name Auguste in this game until his true identity was revealed. And while Yuri Lowenthal did a great job voice acting him, there just wasn't any real substance to him. We don't even learn about his actual ideology or why he split from Sheena and the other Revolutionaries. And well, I think even the game realized he was underwhelming cause the dude dies before the final chapter. Harwood, on the other hand, was a fantastic bad guy - kinda wish he was the real main bad guy this time.

Swin & Nadia are really do take up too much screen time from the actual Daybreak cast, and honestly after two games of the guy I think Swin is just straight up boring. He only works when playing off of Nadia and is just a discount Joshua - they really couldn't think of something other than Sad Stoic Boy Round 2 but not as good, huh? Nadia's fine, and as a pair they work okay, but eh, not my favorites. They work best when with the rest of the Imperial Picnicking Front.

I appreciate them actually going into Quatre's backstory and officially confirming him as intersex, not really sure why they didn't do that in the first game. Still think he and Agnes should be together

This game made me like Elaine a lot more. She a character who I liked okay in the first game, but she got way more of a chance to shine this time. Still have no interest in the Van/Agnes ship, especially since Van/Elaine is just way better in every way. Though, I imagine it'll be hard for anyone to overcome Van's true loves: his car, sweets, and baths. Honestly Van, good priorities, even if I'm not a car guy I respect the hustle

I just couldn't get into the Heiyue stuff, espeically because Chapter II-A felt like, well, I don't actually understand why the cast had any reason to get involved. It felt like it was just a waste of time for everyone, honestly, especially because I don't really like Cao all that much. Nice to learn about his actual motivations, but it didn't really make me care all that much. Loved seeing Aaron punch that dude in the face though

Celis is great. Love when she shouts "Repent, Assholes!" Leon's fun too, love how much of a bitch he is to Van

The concept of the Grendal Zolga was cool and the design was fantastic. The last scene with him and Marielle was great

Probably a tired point but the plot really did not feel like it justified an entire game however, though I know it only became a full-game because the next YS game had to be delayed. Though, I think it only felt like it was being horribly padded during Chapter 3.

Also, Shizuna is great. Love that perky murder girl. No notes. 10/10

[monasatlantis]

Kuro 2 Review – Interview Style Part 1

A while ago I finished Kuro 2 with the Englisch Fan-Translation-Patch. (That I am really grateful for. Guys, I am also stull grateful for the Spreadsheet that allowed me to play Hajimari and Kuro 1 in advance but it is so much easier with a Patch instead… I loved it! Thanks to whoever made it!) Which means it is now time for my final review of the game.

[Just for your information: I legally bought the game on Steam]

(As per usual, I might write another Review or add something to this one, after the official English translation is out, but we will see if it is really necessary.)

Obviously, SPOILER! (Possible not just for Kuro 1 and 2 bus also for the rest of the Trails Saga.) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Once again, the review will be done Interview Style

1.  You’ve watched a lets play of the game in Japanese first, what was your first impression after you finished watching it?

My first impression was that the game wasn’t really good and had some rather annoying time-reset-shenanigan that we could have really lived without and lots of meaningless and emotionless deaths. Plus, it was obviously a filler game that did basically nothing for the plot. It was honestly not a game I was looking forward to very much.

2. How did your first impression change, now that you had the chance to play the game yourself?

The good news is, that I really think that the game isn’t as bad as it felt like when I was just watching it. But the bad news is that a lot of my criticism still stands.

3. Lets talk about your criticism first then, but in a bit more detail. What did you dislike the most about the game?

The resets were immensely annoying. They could have been an amazing feature, if they had used it a bit less and a bit differently. A lot of the dead-ends weren’t that shocking at all and a lot of them didn’t have any emotional impact in you as the player and that was the mistake. The first one, were Elaine dies and then Van was a total shocker, but we didn’t have much time to have any emotional reaction to this, because while Agnes was screaming the reset already happened and both Van and Elaine were alive again, before you truly got to feel anything. Also… in Maxims Story, it took us 3 tries to finally fix the problem and it was getting annoying at some point. Yes, it was supposed to be the big plottwist that all along Maxim was the problem, but after the second reset I kind of got sick of it. And then, there is no true system behind the reset. When Towa died, we got a reset, but when the guy died that had worked with Almata before and wanted to turn himself in to some day finally be able to return to his family, the time did not reset. Why? It was later explained that the time would reset until the outcome was the desired one. But why do we desire the death of that man but when Towa dies we turn back time? The whole reset thing was a hot mess that did more damage to the game then it did good. There were also a lot of moments in the game were the character were totally OOC or where their actions didn’t fit their previous actions or were they doubted someone they’ve know and trusted (and sometimes even loved – be it as a friend or otherwise) for years in a way that made me shake my head. Like…. Elaine had to fight against Van, the man she loves, the guy she knows since her childhood and trusted enough to not one moment assume he was the red Grendel, to find out that he had good reasons to work with the Oathbreaker? WTF?! Ashens mind was so twisted that she believed that her childhood friend Aaron killed Cao and that devastated her so much that she thought killing Aaron was the right thing to do? Swin would leave Nadia behind to be with Ace without even trying to get Nadia to join them? And he really felt the need to go with an Ace that obviously did things the real Ace would have never done to begin with? Bullshit! Märchengarten was a nice way to train your people and get your hands on some useful stuff, but it ruined the Pacing and I honestly have no freaking idea why we had to go through level 9 after already beating the Garden Master, who had been the reason for the anomaly to begin with? Chapter 3 was a never-ending nightmare. We ran from one catastrophe into the next and it far overstayed its welcome. Not to mention that getting crushed by a falling airplane was a bit too much, even for a game where we got poisoned and affected by a deadly virus and obliterated by an Angel. (And all that in itself already sounds ridiculous.)

4. Okay, but since you said the game wasn’t as bad as you first thought, what were the good things?

Something I liked about the game is that many of the missions, side- or main missions alike, had some twist and turns that made them really interesting. The thing with Maxi for example was surprising. They should have kept that one a bit shorter, but yes, that was something that I didn’t see coming at all. Or the one with the Graffiti, where the guy was wanting to use the girl to make money with her art, while pretending to only want her to clean the Graffiti off his boat. Or did anyone foresee Halle blowing us up? The twists and turns made it really interesting, even when the slowed down pacing got you a bit tired. This game was a filler, yes, but it showed you why it was necessary anyway very well. It gave you more time with the characters, more time for the development of relationships and showing us certain places and situations a bit more closely. A lot of things that were placed in this game will do part 3 good, but would likely not have fit into it. For example, Quatres story and its consequences or the first half of Ninas true Identity. Even rounding up Dingos story by giving us a chance to properly say goodbye to him and mourn his loss and the “what could have been” when Marielle showed up, was an important part of the story that was really necessary (I talk more about this in the next question) and would likely not have found a place in the third game. The game also payed close attention to making sure we get the time to learn to like Shizuna and our two new Gralsritter-Friends, as one of the most important parts of the Trails-Series is the connection between you the player and the characters in the game. And once again, we will likely not have time for that in the next game. And I think it is a good thing, that a filler fulfills more purpose then just filling in a gap.

[domivancarvalho]

It's okay, you didn't know. It can be weird, but you sort of get used to it. I think the best way is for you to call me 'sir' because, yes, it's a rule. It saves you from having any trouble with the people in charge, you know? There's always some for of social event around, whether it's a birthday, or someone grdauating, or a sex party just for the fun of it, so I'm sure you'll get your chance.

Yes, I think there is. In fact, it's one of the basics, so you'll probbaly get the chance to take it next semester. You're into spanking then? Interesting ;) You are? That's great! Ah, don't say that. I love this town. I've loved it since I first got here. Some people don't like it for being so small and quiet, and that's two of the many things I love about it. For fun? Um... A like to swin, I read a lot. I collect containers- Don't judge, haha. And I work at the Pet clinic in town. I'm studying to become a veterinarian.

I didn't know it was a Brazilian name, so I apologize for that. Do you prefer Ivan? I've been called Sir a couple times, and it still feels so weird, but I'm sure eventually I'll get used to it. Is the title thing like a hard rule or does it depends on the person? Yeah, I'm looking forward to the next social event, I'm definitely going to be there.

I'm excited to choose my schedule and get this thing rolling. Do you think they have a class on spanking? I'm ready to spank some butts. I'm from here. I know boring compared to Brazil and Paris. My dad's the sheriff here, and I think he's friends with the Headmaster, so here I am. What do you like to do for fun, anyway?

[beeindaclouds]

Hewwo again! Of the dose of therapy that it is your blog i would like to request smth!

Romantic headcanons (If you can) with C! Techno and a Polar Bear!Reader

Like things that they do on general! And How did they met!

Reader is fast and chubby, got Polar bear ears and tail and is strong!! They have little paws and they normaly like living on ice! They can swin pretty fast and those stuff..:)

Thank chu If you do!

Hallo again!

I'm happy that I'm giving away free therapy to everyone, I personally need it too u.u

But yeah, I can do that, actually the idea is pretty adorable and I love Technoblade so, here you go!

Hope you enjoy <3

C!Technoblade × PolarBear!Reader

Also, lots of DSMP lore spoilers, for anybody new in the fandom

I imagine your body type kind of like Luisa's from Encanto, just softer

So instead of muscles you just have chubbiness

I imagine you can change form, so you have your human form and your polar bear form

When you're human you have white fluffy ears and a small little white tail

But how did you meet the incredible and scary Blood God himself, the Blade, you may ask?

You were one of his polar bears, or well you were hiding as one

You've seen the MANY things that have been happening in the SMP between the Greater Dream Smp and L'manburg and you didn't want any part in it

The only one who knows about your identity is Phil, you accidentally changed back into human while he was literally patting you

He promised to keep your secret and keep you safe, and he did

Until Techno found out

It, again, happened by accident

You see, once in a while you have to turn back into your human form or you'll be stuck in your bear form forever (I'm making shiz up)

Phil was out to visit a friend and Technoblade was out to get more resources, so you took it as a great opportunity to turn back for a while

But Techno came back earlier than expected to find a random person with white fluffy ears sleeping on their couch

You and Phil had a lot of explaining to do, but Technoblade came around and promised to keep you a secret

Nothing much happened betweem the two of you for a while, you were still getting to know eachother

He did enjoy your company though, especially when going out to get resources

No matter how strong the Blade seemed he could hold only hold a number of stuff before it gets heavy

You on the other hand could hold triple what he could, so he took advantage of it and you got to know more about the Blood God himself

A cuddle session is what started the feelings for both of you

Phil still hadn't come home with more wood and Techno was starting to freeze to death

So you, being the warm touched person you were, just pulled him into a hug and told him to go with it

Imagine Phil's face as he runs through the door only to find his good friend Technoblade who never opens up to anybody all cuddled up with the sweet polar bear hybrid

But when things started getting interesting between you two, the Hog Hunt happened, and both Technoblade and Phil were taken away

You couldn't just stand there as two of your closes friends were wrongly kidnapped and were about to be killed

Before Punz could pop up to ruin the "festival" you jumped out in your bear form and distracted everybody as Techno used his totem to live and escape

After helping Dream and Phil blow up L'manburg one last time, you and Technoblade decided to have more time for yourselves

Needless to say that you two have started dating after a while

Techno loves you in an indescribable manner. It's something so new to him, to love someone this much

You seem to be the only one who could actually distract him and the voice from whatever is happening out there

He loves to be cuddled up with you because you always radiate such warmth that not even the fire could give him

I can see him softly playing with your ears whenever you're sleeping, you find it quiet relaxing

You two love to take long walks out in the snow, and once it gets to cold you both run back and have yourselves a nice cup of tea

If you ever felt insecure about your chubbiness he'd spend an entire hour or more praising every single place of your body with words that could rival any romantic book ever written

Imagine Techno teaching you how to fight, just incase something like the Hog Hunt happens again, and he hugs you from behind as he gently leans onto you to hold your arms in the correct form while whispering to you every move

Every once in a while Techno gets soft and pulls you into his arms, squishes your cheeks togheter and peppers you with kisses

Is so ooc but hey, man can be cute too

Steve adores you since you can change into his same form and talk lol

You three will have a big cuddle pile, with Techno squished in between you two a he drowns in warmness

[wanou-dorm]

RSA Oc- Willamina “ Willa/Will” Queens

Incremnia @fumikomiyasaki

Name: Willamina Queens

Based on: Numbah 4 from KND

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:Female 

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 16

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: April 4

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Aries 

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁:  152cm  /5’0 

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Hazel

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿:golden rod  Blonde with an orange streak 

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Incremnia 

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: 1st

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 1-A

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Spelldrive/ Martial Arts

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: P.E

Homeland: Kingdom of rose 

Sexuality: Pansexual

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Right 

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  Shrimp 

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  unicorn flavored anything, Coconut 

Likes: Comic, Anime , Martial arts, Going on cool Mission , Fighting, Francine 

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: preppy Make up , Hairbows , Barry, People making fun of her Accent

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆:  Practicing her “special Moves”

Watching Anime

Reading Comic

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: 

Hand to hand Combat 

Underestimating people

Crazy Plans that actually work

ballet

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬:

Willamina or Willa/Will  is a Rather Bold and Brash Young lady. She’s Not the Brightest Only Passing because of Help from Francine and other normal Members  of Incremnia . She’s very Hot headed Loud and Feriocus  .

Willa is also fairly Confident to the point of Arrogant in her any abilities 

Thus makes Her Opinions known to All in her Vicinity. This includes opinions about her  dislike of Barry trying to Flirt with Every girl, how lot of Members Dont Get Action, and How Barry others uptight members suck  . which she’s been Punished for by others in the Dorm by Being forced to Clean the Entire Dorm,  she gets her Revenge By throwing away particularly annoying Members Homework and Acting  like she didn’t know .

Willa is Notably very Tomboyish , this is more of an act of Rebellion  as Her Parents wanted a Girl Girl  and Never let her partake in any thing that could be Considered to Boyish which included what Kinds of Sports she could and couldn’t do so during Middle school She often Lied about her Doing something “girly “ to  Go to Martial art  practice . She cut Her excessively long Hair as soon as she got to Royal  sword and When her Parents Ask what  happened Said that Someone put Gum In it and she had to Cut it.

She could barely watch Anything superhero Related unless her Little Brother was around she usally reads Comic cause she can hide  them in the “Girly” Books her Parents buy her . Despite her Tomboyish  nature  and Apprehension to anything girly  she dose Hold some Apperception towards the Magical Girl/boy Genre 

“ I mean thier Hero’s too  not the Punchy kicky Kind  but Still .”

Unique Magic: Unknown 

Trivia:

Willa Has a notable Soft spot for @hey-its-cweepy’s Asashise

She has a Habit of Underestimating opponent  lead to Her getting  Rocked.

She did this with Acer( Twst!Maple) only to get  proven wrong and then rubbed it in Barry’s Face that Acer was the most Useful member Incremnia 

Can’t Swin   Will Refuse to missions were she has to Physically be in the Water.

Dosent like Preppy Make up her parents  made her were perfers Punk/ Gothic styles

She’s actually loves her Parents but Wishes the could Understand  her Perference 

Australian accent 

She’s Allergic to coconut . Once as A Joke some Rich Incremnia students decided it would be Funniy to Not tell her the Icecream they Had was made with coconut milk and you can guess what happened

her Hair reached to her Thighs before be she cut it

Secretly loves Charmix has a Poster of Sento in her room

also a Secretly Big Fan of Poisonelle , Wants Rubina’s Autograph

voice Claim

Mordred ( Fate)

Theme Song

Q by Calliope Mori and Gawr Gura

[ssaluss]

I had to open my notes so now sh¡t got serious! First of all i want to apologize for my broken english, i can read it really well but when it comes to forming sentences my mind just slips off sometimes.

Second: i LOVE rambling and reading others rambling, make me feel part of something and i really like adding to others ideas and all, glad you liked it ^^

Im feeling better and i don't know how to add more but i really enjoy this concept so lets dive into it again!

The lab thing also makes more sense in a way that i don't see shadow being a deadbeat parent, not in the present, less so in the future with a more mature shadow and even if they trapped him or whatever, he would fight till his last breath if he knew there was someone depending on him. Knowing that its following the 2006 line ill still say that silver is a second attempt at recreating project Shadow, by GUN it adds the sour taste, by some illegal company it adds some mistery about how they got the information and why they want it, also adds to why they never went after him, maybe GUN discovered this stole data and whiped out the illegal lab just like they did in the ark or it just got destroyed with everything in the future.

Just cause i think its cool, for some reason when reading about the subspecies my brain went "Ah Yes, the concil" and i can't stop calling them that. Going by the logic here, it could also explain the more "eel-like" appearence in the drawing, there's no need to be bulkier, they're slender so it's easier to scape danger situations without making a fuss. The orca in the doom surf could come out of necessity, they're kinda agressive, as this subspecies being weaker, it could be a mean of protection, as, at least silver, is a target while doom surfing (i also wanna add that while shadow surfs, silver could dive, he doesn't needs to surf but dive is a good abilitie for him not only lore but gameplay wise cause it differenciates, it also creates the situation of him not being afraid to swin cause he knows he can do that, he simply thinks its linked to some power he still can't truly reach when he wants, just when he needs).

The control part actually adds to my first reblog of this when he can be an enemy cause of the control, it also can be used for some good angst in a way that he wouldn't know why he can't resist, and after all, he has a good heart so why is his head full of this bloodlust?

Socially its just funny to think about him staring at people subconsciently thinking his words made trough (he just weirded someone out, they called the Police once)

I think past shadow would want to keep his distance not only because he's weirded out, but depending on what shadow we're talking about, i assume he would be afraid of caring this deeply, specially cause he don't even know silver well, he doesn't want to grow attached and even not wanting to be friends or have anything with silver, he still cares and it scares him, he's still (living and) learning how to properly care about his friends, Rouge and Omega, and with them it was more natural, he is taking his time and all, with silver is all too confusing.

The sonic bit i imagine Shadow seeing a chance and taking it or maybe it was sonic making a joke that made it click, like a "how did you know he meant that? Do the "ultimate lifeform" (imagine the fingers quoting and he imitating shadow) have telepathy now or you're just hanging a lot with ames and got addicted to that card stuff or whatever?" If shadow took a chance i imagine him just brushing something off and going "the kid had a plan, he explained it"

"...He didn't explain sh-"

As silver is more related to shadow then just being B.A. and all, maybe the link is different, more personal, maybe in a normal situation with just other B.A. He would hear the call, simple and clean, but with silver he has the urge to act, he doesn't know yet but some part of him already sees silver as family and has a different bond.

It does not help Shadow that Silver is in fact younger and naturally people tend to give more attention to the younger people close in danger situations and they work well together, the chance is they would be paired up to fight anyway, but got separated while fighting.

I also don't know about B.A. biology but alongside my headcanon that they are produced, not conceived, hence the unique nature of the bond of the hedgehogs, i also headcanon that their blood is a darker Red, almost black even when fresh, so if silver got hurt shadow just got a nod to what he already felt...

The blood trail is dark as night but with a unmistakable Red tint to it.

Not that far, Silver just laying with a pained expression, but in his eyes its like he knew he would come, even so when he appeared the younger one looked surprised.

"S-shadow? How did you..."

"I heard it"

And now Silver is the one who got questions

If we keep this well have a full A fic just needing edition lol

People talking about what if Shadow was Silver’s dad y’know but NOT ONCE have I seen anyone say that if that’s true, then Silver has black arms blood

[iwhishtomeetinournextlife]

An anonymous lover (part 6)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particularly rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, not proof read, panick attack

Word count : 2k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - You're here - Part 7

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

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Y/N didn’t go to class, she felt like shit, completly like shit. She was in her bed, rolled in her blanket, looking at nothing, the argument with Sirius playing in her head over and over again. Tears would have rolled down if she hadn’t cried all of them already.

She simply couldn’t believe it, a part of her wished so hard that was all a nightmare. But she knew it wasn’t, she had let her guard down and had been stabbed a million time by the very person she had trust enough to tell all of her being.

She hated how much this impacted her, she should be used to it by now, shouldn’t she ? It wasn’t like student from other house hasn’t already told her all those things ; “monters”,”abomination”,”shame”... It wasn’t rare for slytherin for being bullied just for bieng slytherin, most of them have built up walls to protect themselves.

She even got comment from other slytherin, the bad one, those who gave a bad name to this house, on how she doesn’t deserve to be here, that the Hat had made a mistake, because surely there was no way “a dumb”, “snoflake”, “less than nothing” had ended up in the house of the greatest wizard of the magic world !

All their insults started to spin in her head, she had tried so hard to not let them get to her but Sirius’ comments just validated them. They were right, she was a shame, to her house, to this school, probably to her family and friends too, why would anyone wants to be with her anyway ?

She started to feel herself suffocating in her duvet, so she took her blanket off. Her hands were trambling, hearts pounding faster than an hyppogryff at full speed, she could barely breath and started to panick even more. It wasn’t the fisrt that happened to her, so she tried to remember Madam Pomfrey’s advices.

She closed her eyes and focused on her breath, trying to gain control back, it took many tries, but after minutes who felt like hours, she was able to breathe properly. She sighed in relief, and for a few minutes, just looked at the floor, debating with herself of what to do and letting her time to recover from what just happened.

She tapped her thigh vigourously and stood up, she wasn’t going to let a heartbreak lead her life ! She was going to take a nice shower and get into comfortable clothes and get out of her room !

After cleaning herself up, she still didn’t feel like going to class, fearing of a new break down, so got dress, she took some school supplies and went to the slytherin common room, it was dark, with tall walls and big windows to have a look in the Black lake. Mermaids came sometimes, communications was a bit hard but it was kind of fun to bound with these creatures, she loved watching them swin, it was mesmerising.

She sat down on a window seat, were cushion had been placed and as well as a tray for those who –just like her- wanted to study. This would give her the possibility of being productive despise not going to class, and avoid thinking of Sirius for a while –she did let her potion books and notes in her bedroom just to be safe-

After a few hours, she was proud of herself for all the work she had done, all her homeworks were done, and she even took the time to do studies in advance, she had not think of Sirius that much, and was now looking at the lake, some mermaids were playing together a bit further, it was hide to see since the water of the lake wasn’t clear but if you focused enough, you could see it.

But she was took out of her observation when she felt a tap on shoulder, when she looked it was Collins, the prefect who guide her back to the common room last night. She was so overwhelmed yesterday, she hadn’t took the time to look at him, she hadn’t realised he was a fellow slytherin. She didn’t care much of her house structure if she was honest, she had no idea of who was headboy or girl, prefect or member of the quidditch team.

She took a good look at him, he was tall with blond curly hair and dark eyes, quite cute actually. But then it hit her, was she in trouble for skipping class ? Shit, had she missed McGonagall detention ? So she just at him, waiting to be reprimand or something, but it didn’t happen, he just looked at her and then away, oppenning and closing his mouth, trying to say something.

She decided to end his suffering and spoke, “Yes ?” He hesitate a bit more before looking finally at her. “Are you.. Are you okay ?” This took Y/N by surprise, she wasn’t expecting him to worry about her, when he guided her back, he hadn’t said a word and clearly looked uneasy, she thought he would do anything to avoid her.

“Hum, well, yeah, thanks for asking.” An akward silence set between the two for a few seconds, Y/N decided to put her stuff away since she wasn’t going to study again.  “Do you need anything else ?” Collins jumped, surprised to hear her after the seconds of silence. “No.. I mean YES ! I … well..” he clearly didn’t know what to say, that’s adorable though Y/N. She motion him to sit down in front of her.

He did so and sighed, before slamming his hand on face, “Sorry, this is akward, I don’t know what to say”, Y/N laughed a bit “I can see that !” she teased. He became all the shade of red. “What about some presentation first ? I’m Y/N Y/L/N” she reached out her hand.

He smiled and shook her hand. “Benjamin Collins, but please, call me Ben” She nodded. “So, Ben, what else did you have to tell me ? “

He looked down at his hand, playing with his thumbs, “I.. I don’t know. After what happenned last night I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and when I didn’t see you at mealtime, I got a bit worried”. Y/N openned her mouth, it was her turn to not know what to say, that was just so sweet, she didn’t expect it from a stranger. But then her stomach gurgled and it was his turned to laugh. “I ‘m taking that into you didn’t eat yet ? Come with me, we’ll found you something”

And that’s how both of them went to the kitchen, the house elves were nice to make her a little something, and they talked for a few hours. Y/N learned he was a year older than her he was a muggleborn, he had a little sister he was really closed to, she didn’t turn out to be a witch too which made him quite sad but he was proud of her anyway. She spend such a good time with him, it’s actually him who had to remind her of her detention.

To not be late she had to run to her dorm to quickly change, not sure McGonagall would have liked seeing her in a casual outfit, and then she had to run to the classroom, whe she arrived just in time. There, she saw Sirius, who snapped his head at her when she got in clearly waiting for her. But before their eyes could meet, she turned her head and sat down as far as possible from him. It is only now she realised she hadn’t thought of him at all while she was with Benjamin.

He was about to say something but to Y/N’s relief, Professor McGonagall got in, “Perfect, I see you are both here, for your detention you are going to organise all of the books of this class in alphabetical order, without magic, of course” Y/N widen her eyes, there were a lot of books here, it was going to take forever.

Both her and Sirius got up and started to work, Y/N always stepped away the closer Sirius got to her. He eyed her every now and then but she ignore him completly, after a few minutes he looked to see if McGonagall was paying attention to them and when he saw she was busy, he spoke low to Y/N.

“Y/N ?” she ignored him, “Y/N ? Can we talk ?” she still ignore him, “Y/N, please”, she blessed him with a hard look and spoke irritated, “What”

Sirius felt himself getting smaller at her look, he did deserve that. “I’m sorry” she rolled her eyes and kept her work. “I really I’m Y/N, I-.. You didn’t deserve any of the words I said to you, I didn’t believe any of them I-” as he was speaking, she walked away, not giving a glare.

“I know, I know, you’re mad-” she was about to talk but he kept going, wanting to have the chance to finish first “-and I deserve your anger, but I want to make it up to you”

She finally talk, “It’s far too late for sorry, the harm is done, there is nothing you can do”

“There’ got to be something I can do ! Please Y/N”

“You want to make it up to me ? Organise those books so we can be out as soon as possible and stop talking to me”

Sirius frowned, and sighed “I will find a way Y/N, be sure of that” “Get to work, Black”. He grimaced when he heard her uses his last name, he will take a lot more than a simple apology to earn her forgivness, but he was going to make every effort, she was worth all of it. He will take down the moon and give it to her if that would make her talked to him again.

Once they stopped talking it took an hour and a half in total to finish it, Sirius did his best to be as efficient as possible, if she wanted to be out as quickly aas possible, she will. Once they had finish, she quickly excuse herself from Professor McGonagall and walked away.

Sirius sighed, putting his face in his hand. McGonagall walked to him and pat his shoulder, “Good luck Mister Black, you are going to need it”, he thanked her and went to his dorm.

He decided to analyse every letter she has send him, searching for all the things that could make her forgive him, making a list, putting on plans, with the help of the marauders. He had a pretty clear idea, it would take a couple of days to put in place, he hoped so hard it would work.

It was now time for dinner, he went with his friends, once at the table he search for Y/N at the slytherin table, his eye widen when he saw her sitting next to a boy he recognise to be the one who took her back to her common room yesterday. He felt his blood boil in his veign, she was smiling and laughing out loud. Wow, that laugh, he loved it, but he shouted dark glare at the boy, he wanted to be the one to make her laugh.

“Stop tarring” said Remus suddenly, making his friend jumped, “you don’t get to be jalous” Sirius groaned and let his head fall on the table with a hard thud, turning a few heads. “I know, I still don’t like it”

“She moved on fast” noted Peter. James shrugged a bit, “She’s a slytherin” he put his hands in the air when Sirius shot him an angry look, “Wha’ I mean is tha’ they are proud, she wasn’t goin’ to let herself down fo’ you”

Sirius sighed, he guessed that was a good thing ? He didn’t want her to be hurt because of him, but he felt bad for wanting her to care about him more than she does. He put that thought away, he didn’t get to wish for that when he was the one who pushed her away in the first place.

He looked at the two of them once more, clenching his fists, he had to make it up to you, and fast, or else he will lose you forever.

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I will be on vacation for two weeks with my family, I will probably not be able to update the serie for a while.

Thanks all of you for your support, your like, reblog and nice message, it really warm my heart and motivate me to keep going <3 Love you, have an amazing day

[asoulofatlantis]

I hope they never will XD (BTW... the translation says Millium but Altina clearly said "Onee-chan" which I think is so darn cute. She actually said "my sister" ♥

This was a real surprise to me when I watched this for the first time. When your characters go Stargazing you woulnd't expect anything big and extraordinary to happen while they look through the lens. That something big always happens its clear but them seeing something that is certainly not the stars was not on my bingo-list for this one, that is for sure.

If you see that even Ein is on her knees for a greating it makes you worry about the amount of power Nina truly has... and the role she truly is supposed to play.

Despite her hair color... Mint must be a distant relative to the Orlandos with how quick she is giving cute nicknames XD

They are so technically advanced in Calvard but it looks like their Computers still operate on Windows XD

Aren't they the kind of monsters that kept killing Elaine, Swin and Nadia relatively early on in Kuro 2?

Falcom... would you please stop hurting my boy? He has been through enough as it is!

I am pretty sure that was a plottwist no one saw coming. And I just love how we just casually walked to the Observatory just for the sake of Towas memories for her grandfather and ended up finding out the biggest lie in Zemurian-History. I mean, who would have seen any of this coming? Masterfully done on Falcoms side.

It also deserves a lot of applause how they constantly make use of the CS4 Bad ending, making it not just some casual "another possibility" bad ending but also explaining why it was mandatory to watch it no matter what you did. Well played Falcom.

They totally played the wrong music for that scene. Them walking in in slow motion would have deserved some epic song or something XD (I even have one in mind...)

Could we please stop beeing so fucking polite? These guys are not here for a nice chit-chat if you haven't noticed already!

Confinding the Heroes of Erebonia would politically speaking be a very stupid move. Not like Erebonia can do anything against you per see, but it might very well lead to your relationship with it suffering again damaging trade and import as well as export to some extend. And all that just to keep it a secret that the sky is fake? How many people would believe that anyway?

Guys this fight was soooo cool! I am kind of glad that we didn't finish it because I would have been VERY unhappy with Rean losing and given the circumstances he would have very likely lost. But this scene was really amazing. Rean might not be able to beat Shizuna (just yet) but he can keep up with her quite well.

Also... Shizuna has given us some interesting information. I do believe that after a real fight with her, he will actually receive a Tachi as pretty as hers and with that one, he might be able to do something important - wo do not know what it is at the moment, but there is something. Also... this fight was supposed to happen in two days, but Shizuna skipt on it to stay with Van. HOWEVER since we are to late either way (or we will be, as you haven't seen this part yet...) it hardly makes a difference.

[anony-man]

I don’t like how it turned out but hey what can you do. Uhhh it’s like ~4300 words so no pressure on anyone to read the whole thing, or read it at all, but I love this post a lot and I just had to write something to go with it. I tried to get these ideas for each character through the writing (does that even make sense) and it was really hard, I don’t know if I even did it but fuck it who cares.

Not edited in the slightest… I’m sorry

There was something ominous about walking into an empty house. Sure, the house wasn’t totally empty, per se—there was still plenty of furniture, plenty of decor, plenty of the typical signs that human life would have been here just a few weeks prior—but it still felt that way.

Leaving the children alone at the farmhouse had seemed like an awful idea, but Onslaught was insistent that First Aid become part of what they referred to as their “gold rushes.” It was a strange way to think about looting a dead person’s house for supplies, First Aid thought, but he knew better than to voice these concerns. He’d gone along in the end, albeit unwillingly, tucked away in the middle seat of a van that should have seen the scrapyard years ago.

With Onslaught in the driver’s seat and Swindle giving out directions with the extra spin of dramatic hand gestures, First Aid could almost imagine they were headed for the store, or maybe an amusement park. If he thought about it long enough, he could almost imagine that this was normal, that he was meant to be sitting amongst a group of some of the world’s nastiest going off to do god knows what.

It didn’t last long, unfortunately. Not when Vortex was his companion.

“You ready for this?” He asked, voice hushed low enough to just barely be considered an attempt at whispering. “Swin said we’re heading to one of the apartment buildings in the middle of town. You know, The one with all the old people?”

First Aid tried not to make a face at Vortex’s unsettling eagerness. “Yeah, I know the one,” he said, hands nervously fidgeting in his lap.

Ever the observant one, Vortex immediately caught on to his discomfort. “Hey, it ain’t that bad,” he said, “think of it this way: they’re already dead, right? Why shouldn’t we go in and make use of what’s left?”

It didn’t exactly make him feel better, but First Aid still tried to give a small, forced smile at the act of sympathy. Content with the results, Vortex grinned right back and turned the rest of the way in his seat, searching for the next victim of his rapid-fire and painfully personal questions.

First Aid wasn’t exactly new to the house hunting process, but it certainly wasn’t his go-to. Sure, the supply runs were always the best, but he had quickly run through all of the homes nearest to his original shelter, and he had run through the houses without much sign of life even faster. There were certain places he didn’t dare step foot into. The houses that had looked loved, that had looked like homes, they were the ones First Aid didn’t want to touch.

There were other valid reasons to avoid said places besides his crippling empathy, First Aid tried to tell himself. Homes like that had a higher risk of someone being inside (and by someone, he mostly meant something). That, and homes like the ones they were about to explore usually had someone else inside. Not zombies, or families, but survivors. Scared people, dangerous people, people who wouldn’t hesitate to drive a fence post through his chest without so much as blinking.

First Aid still remembered how Vortex had saved him from that zombie some months before. He was grateful, of course, but there was something so sinister about the act, and about the lack of hesitation behind Vortex’s actions. He hadn’t thought twice about shoving the sharp end of stake through the squirming creature’s head a second time when the first time hadn’t been enough, and that’s what bothered First Aid.

He hoped the zombies couldn’t feel pain. Truly, he did.

“There, right there,” Swindle said from the front seat. “See that line of houses up ahead? That’s where we’re going today. I got in touch with a few stragglers, and they said these places are practically empty. No signs of life whatsoever.”

Brawl let out an audible grunt front the backseat, startling First Aid from his thoughts. “Oh yeah?” He said. “And how are we supposed to know they ain’t lying through their teeth?”

“Believe me,” Swindle shot back, “if they know what’s good for them, they won’t.”

The van came to a sudden halt in the center of a cul-de-sac, and without a moment of hesitation, Vortex swung the side door open and stepped out. First Aid waited for a bit, allowing Brawl to crawl out from the far bench and stumble out of the door with much less grace than Vortex had. Once they were both out, Onslaught followed, then Swindle, and First Aid was gearing himself up to step out as well when he was interrupted by Blast Off on his left.

“Hey,” he said, voice hoarse from lack of use. When First Aid slowly turned back to look at him, he was almost surprised to find a hint of sympathy in Blast Off’s face. “Don’t get too worked up over this. Just stick with Onslaught and ignore Vortex, and you’ll be fine.”

“Oh,” First Aid said, unsure of what else to say. “Yeah. Okay… thanks.”

Blast Off’s expression immediately twisted into a tight grimace as he dropped his gaze to the floor, wearing the same expression he pulled every time someone caught him lowering his walls. First Aid appreciated the support but knew he’d get nothing further out of the Combaticon, so he simply turned back to the door and stepped outside. Blast Off followed shortly after, and as soon as Onslaught saw that everyone was outside and accounted for, he gave an approving nod and clapped his hands together.

“All right,” he said, gaze drifting over each member of the party. “We’ve never been here before, so we’ll need to be careful. First Aid, you’ll be with me today—“

“Come on,” Vortex whined, “I thought I was taking First Aid today!”

“No,” Onslaught said, his jaw clenched. “I said you would not be taking him. I want his first experience house hunting with us to be a positive experience, not a traumatic one.”

Onslaught paused, arms crossed and brows furrowed until Vortex relented with a loud sigh.

“It’s settled, then,” he said. “First Aid, you’re coming with me. I’ll point you to some of the hotspots for medical supplies and leave you to it. Brawl, I assume you’ll be—“

“Outside,” Brawl said, already headed for the backyard. “Gonna see what these old geezers got in those fancy little sheds of theirs.”

“I’ll stay outside, too,” Blast Off added, arms crossed over his chest in a similar fashion to Onslaught. Where his oldest brother stood confident, however, Blast Off seemed uncomfortable, if not unsettled. “I’ll be on the lookout for any trouble.”

Onslaught made a soft sound of disapproval, but a few seconds spent studying Blast Off’s expression and scratching his chin had him changing his mind. In the end, he simply nodded.

“Fine,” he said, “Swindle?”

“I’ll be a few blocks down,” Swindle said, pointing vaguely to one of the houses on the other side of the street. “Got some old pals to catch up with. Don’t bother looking for me, though. I’ll just meet up with you guys once I’m done.”

It seemed innocent enough, but First Aid couldn’t help wondering just what sort of crowd would have been willing to entertain Swindle of all people. It made sense, in a way, the sort of hold he held on the apocalypse survivors, much less those still existing and in power elsewhere.

As everyone began to disperse to their chosen locations (sans Blast Off, who simply remained leaning against the side of the van and watching the rest of the group take off), First Aid followed along behind Onslaught, who made no indication that he expected him to join. Vortex eagerly skipped up the steps of the porch and swung the door open, holding it in place until First Aid and Onslaught had gone inside.

“Trust me,” he said as First Aid walked past, “you’re gonna love it in there.”

Coming from Vortex, First Aid was inclined to believe the opposite. Dread was beginning to twist in the pit of his gut, and First Aid had to really force himself to take the first steps inside.

The house’s interior was clean, if a little cramped. Aside from the stale musty that lingered in the air from weeks of an uninhabited place. First Aid shuddered at the sight of crooked pictures hanging on the wall and chairs pulled out from the dining room table, small signs that there had been life behind the walls at some point in time. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet, a thin layer of dust kicked up by their movement, and First Aid found himself resisting the urge to go back and take his shoes off at the door.

“Looks like we showed up just in time,” Onslaught said as he dragged a finger over the underside of a cabinet. They came back covered in dust, of course, and he frowned at the sight. “Whoever was here before the outbreak must have turned pretty quickly. Either that, or they packed up and left.”

“They were probably out and about when it happened,” Vortex cut in, his head poking out from behind a bedroom door. “Theres no sign of a struggle, but it also doesn’t look like they tried to pack up and leave.”

Onslaught seemed willing to accept the answer at first, a look of understanding on his expression, but he quickly scowled at Vortex, who ducked back behind the door before he could be chastised.

“We’re here on a supply run, not a recon mission,” Onslaught shouted after him. After receiving no answer from the second youngest, Onslaught merely rolled his eyes and sighed, turning back to First Aid. “Sorry. He gets a little too invested sometimes. He’s got this weird habit, a little thing he likes to do where—ah! Here we are.”

From the outside, the home had seemed nice enough, but as First Aid was led into what looked like should have been a part of a chain-owned spa, he quickly realized they’d stepped into the high-class part of town. With features claw-footed bathtub the size of his old closet in the studio apartment he used to rent and decor that looked like something out of the movies, it was a wonder to First Aid that the Combaticons hadn’t bought a house like this instead of the old farm.

“I’m placing you in charge of searching all of the bathrooms, okay?” Onslaught said, drawing First Aid out from his awe. “The cabinets over the sinks and closets are probably where they’ll keep all of their medical supplies, and since you’re a doctor…”

“Right,” First Aid said with a nod. “I’ll see what I can find.”

Onslaught made a sound of acknowledgment and turned to leave. Halfway through the doorway, however, he stopped. “If you run into any trouble,” he said, glancing back to meet First Aid’s gaze. “Just shout or something. Don’t go fucking this up for the rest of us, got it?”

There wasn’t exactly anything to ruin, per se, but First Aid nodded all the same. Onslaught had apparently reached his limit of polite guidance, but First Aid was more than happy to be left alone to his own devices. As soon as Onslaught had left, he got straight to work searching the area for good, reliable supplies.

As he had expected from such a well-off living space, First Aid found quite a bit of reliable items. While most of it was geared towards an older family with various prescription medications and a few specific toiletries, there was very little First Aid couldn’t find a use for. Thick towels were taken for extra insulation, and First Aid grabbed and bagged each and every bottle of medication he found, regardless of the label. Toothbrushes, some floss, and a comb were also picked up, and while they were less urgent requirements for day-to-day living, First Aid wasn’t about to pass up on what looked like new (or at the least, gently used) materials.

First Aid was in the middle of sorting through his bags and double checking the bathroom when Vortex appeared in the doorway, looking a bit more relaxed than he had when they’d arrived. At first, he was almost worried something had gone wrong, and that Vortex had somehow gotten himself injured (or worse), but the Combaticon seemed otherwise unaffected. Rocking back on his heels and studying the bathroom carefully, Vortex seemed almost intrigued, but his keen attention on the minor details of the room faded when he caught sight of the bags First Aid had managed to fill.

“You done in here?” He finally asked.

First Aid glanced around the bathroom, then back down at the bags by his feet. “I think so,” he said. “What—“

Before First Aid could do so much as flinch, Vortex had slung an arm around his shoulders and was guiding (read: dragging) him off and down the hall.

“I know you and Blasters get a little weird about these houses and stuff, but I found some really cool things in this one bedroom and I wanna show someone so badly,” he explained, practically breathless from the excitement of having a witness to what he perceived as a very important part of the mission.

First Aid was led down the hall, then around the corner, then down another hall, and finally guided into a rather small room compared to the rest of the home. His attention was immediately drawn to the stack of photos laid out across the bedroom’s dresser, probably Vortex’s doing, if his suspicions were correct. Hesitantly, First Aid crept closer.

“It’s nothing scary,” Vortex said from where he stood in the doorway, looking proud at his accomplishment. “It’s just a few little scraps I found lying around, that’s all. You’re not afraid of those, right? ‘Cause last time I went out on a supply run, I found a huge box of old stuff, but nobody wanted to touch it. Hell, Onslaught didn’t even let me keep it, and I always look for that stuff!”

He paused, and First Aid took the lapse of speaking as a chance to observe the photographs undisturbed.

“I mean, sure, Brawl’s made a few comments about it here and there, and Onsy doesn’t like me ‘wasting our time’ on stupid stuff—“ the indirect quote was accompanied by dramatic hand gestures, “—but it’s not worthless. Like… here, look.”

Vortex stepped in beside First Aid and reached for one of the nearer photographs, an old picture of a woman holding a tiny white dog.

“That’s Nancy,” he explained, pointing with his pinky to the woman’s face. “She used to live here with her grandkids or whatever. Nice lady, for the most part. She’d always sneak by and give us vegetables or whatever, always told us she had far too many for her not to share.”

A small frown took the place of Vortex’s smile, and he reached for the next picture. “This is, uh… her relative, I guess. He was always coming around, helping out with the yardwork and stuff. You know, stuff like that. The sort of stuff you do for a grandma when she gets too old to do it herself.”

First Aid felt like it was a rather rude question to ask given the circumstances, but his curiosity was hard to suppress. “How do you know her name?” He asked, gesturing to the two pictures Vortex had pointed out. “Do you… did you know them? Before the—before…”

“Nah, it wasn’t like that,” Vortex said with a shake of his head. He reached across the dresser and snatched up all of the photos in one go, his smile slowly returning as he tucked them into an empty pocket. “We live in a small town, doc. I know just about everything about everyone.”

First Aid paused, giving his head a scratch. “Well, yeah, but… doesn’t it sort of bother you? Looking through their belongings and seeing them like this, qall happy and…”

Normal, he wanted to say, but he didn’t.

“You mean not walking around like mindless corpses?” Vortex scoffed. “Zombies aren’t real people anymore. Besides, it’s a hobby, not an obsession. Who cares what happens to the scraps?”

First Aid watched as Vortex sauntered off towards the exit, feeling frozen in place by the conflicting emotions of having just witnessed something he didn’t want to see. Catching glimpses of the pictures that still hung in peoples’ houses was always difficult, of course, but there was something rather unsettling about Vortex’s callous approach that left First Aid with a bitter taste in his mouth. As if able to read First Aid’s internal conflict from expression alone, Vortex paused in the doorway and turned back around with a sigh.

“Aid, look,” he said, holding up the photo of the lady he’d shown First Aid—the photo of Nancy. “This right here? This is a real person. Those things outside?” He gestured to the bedroom’s far window, from which a street full of staggering figures could be seen. “They’re dead. Not much you can do about that, so you better drill it into your head now rather than later.”

He stuffed the picture back into his pocket and turned for the door again, muttering under his breath, “I swear, he’s gonna end up like Blast Off at this rate, too afraid of a few family portraits to step foot inside a house. It’s ridiculous… what sort of picture has ever tried to take a chunk out of someone’s arm?”

First Aid desperately wanted to argue the reasoning behind Vortex’s logic, but when he tried to speak, no words would come, and by the time he’d gotten his voice back under control, Vortex was off exploring an entirely different part of the home.

Sure, First Aid thought, Vortex made a fair point, but the facts themselves relied on the belief that zombies became worthless husks of flesh the moment they turned. Regardless of whatever everyone else thought, First Aid couldn’t shake the idea that beneath the insatiable urge to infect, there was still a sense of humanity that lingered. And though he couldn’t entirely be sure (and hopefully wouldn’t never have to learn), something told him that if one of Vortex’s own ever got infected, the young Combaticon would have a change of heart very, very quickly.

Given that he had been led to a whole new part of the home, albeit by force, First Aid decided to make the most of it. He passed the bedroom’s nightstands and desk without so much as a second thought, not willing to let his mind wander with the possibilities of what might be found. Dead or no (and that was said with a grain of salt), First Aid felt guilty about snooping through someone else’s belongings. It wasn’t right, no matter the circumstances, and he desperately tried to convince himself that said guilt was why he didn’t want to take a look and see what could be found rather than the crippling dread that came with searching through the belongings of someone he knew was either out there somewhere decomposing or worse.

There was another bathroom attached inside the bedroom, because… well, of course there was, and First Aid quickly snatched up the nearest bags he could find lying around the room. Into the bags went the same items as always: unused toothbrushes, clothes and towels, toiletries if he could find them, and all the medical supplies he could get his hands on.

Bandaids and Neosporin were always a good find, and he often found many packs of those, but the small additions—things like tweezers, rolls of gauze, even the brand name pain-relief patches so many middle-aged families seemed fond off—were the ones that mattered most. In a place like this, where supplies were bountiful and typically good quality, First Aid wasn’t about to pass on a single thing, especially when said item could prove an important use in future emergencies.

First Aid had just finished stocking up his third bag with supplies when the bathroom door suddenly flung open and Onslaught rushed inside. There was hardly time to react, and before he knew it, all the bags were being ripped from his hands and slung over Onslaught’s shoulders.

“What—“ First Aid tried to say, but Onslaught cut him short.

“We’re leaving,” was the curt response, wide eyes and a stressed expression conveying the urgency his steady tone didn’t carry. “Something happened at the location Swindle was supposed to head to. Grab the rest of your bags and head to the van. Do not go anywhere else, understood?”

“I—yeah, but—“

First Aid struggled to come up with a response other than a simple but why. Given the panic in Onslaught’s movements, however, he knew it was better to keep quiet and do as he was told. Quickly, First Aid headed for the bedroom door and turned the corner, head jerking this way and that way as he struggled to remember just where Onslaught had placed him in the first place. The house was massive, and that was certainly not an understatement.

“Hey, First Aid!” Vortex shouted, and First Aid caught a glimpse of him standing at the top of the stairs. “I got your stuff already. Let’s get the hell out of here!”

First Aid nodded breathlessly and rushed for the stairs, his whole body trembling from the fear of just what they were running from. Sure, Onslaught seemed worried, but he didn’t seem scared, and neither did Vortex. Was it the zombies? Had something blown up on Swindle’s end of the deal? God, First Aid thought, was it the government searching for survivors of the apocalypse?

“Take these and put ‘em in the backseat with you,” Vortex said once First Aid had reached the bottom of the stairs, throwing the bags into First Aid’s arms. “I’ll be out there in a minute, just gotta deal with something real quick.”

“Okay,” First Aid said, his voice shaking. He hugged the bags tight to his chest and stared at the front door, which had been left wide open. “But what about—“

“No, no.” Vortex shook his head, then pointed to the door. “Don’t get all caught up in the details. Just go back out to the van and wait for us there. We’ll be out in a minute, ‘kay?”

Rather than wait for a response, Vortex turned and headed back up the stairs, the sound of creaking wood accompanying each step as he took them two at a time in his haste. First Aid stood at the bottom for some time, torn between staring down at the supplies in his hands and looking back out at the open door (surely it hadn’t been left open when they’d arrived, right?) as he struggled to process everything that had happened to him in a span of a few hours. Once he’d regained control over himself, First Aid took the first few shaky steps out the door and towards the van, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger the entire way.

At the van, Brawl was already loading up bags of supplies they’d managed to collect, and First Aid hardly even spoke before Brawl was grabbing the bags from him and stuffing them into the trunk.

“Everyone’s still accounted for,” he whispered to himself, studying the packed trunk of stuff. “Good… good. Go ahead and get in the van, First Aid. Onslaught should be back out here shortly, and then we can take off.”

First Aid did as he was told and crawled into the back seat, taking his place right where he had been on the way there. To his surprise, the only other person in the van with him was Swindle, who—as usual—was sat up front. The youngest Combaticon nibbled at his fingernails as he stared out the windshield at…. something. First Aid wasn’t sure what it was exactly he was looking for, but he was more than happy not knowing.

Within minutes, the van was jostling with the weight of multiple people climbing in all at once. Blast Off settled in the backseat alongside Brawl, apparently having chosen not to attempt to climb over First Aid’s lap, but Vortex was happy to settle in next to the medic, arm slung over the seat’s back as he leaned forward and stared out the windshield alongside Swindle and Onslaught.

“So… what went wrong?” He asked, struggling to be heard over the roar of the engines starting up. “Zombies? People not there or something? What was it, Swin?”

“It’s nothing,” Swindle said, not bothering to turn in his seat to meet Vortex’s curiosity head-on. “Just a little mixup is all. Nothing to worry about, guys.”

Once he realized he wouldn’t be getting any information out of the rest of the group, Vortex slumped back against the seat and grumbled under his breath, content to instead turn his attention to the passing scenery outside the door’s window. More than a little unsettled by the way the day’s events had unfolded, First Aid tried to do the same.

It was a common theme on drives out into town. There was the crumbling buildings, places that stood tall and without blemish just months before, crashed cars and the remains of bloody scenes, even a few fallen trees here or there. It was as if nature itself had come crashing down alongside the entire world—or, at least, their little part of the world. First Aid still wasn’t sure how far the infection had spread. No matter what, though, he just hoped there would someday be a resolution.

No matter what, he simply hoped for an eventual happy ending.

It’s about the FLAVOR! First Aid barely looking at photographs when he scavenges, and he doesn’t want to scavenge houses but they’re so versatile with what they might have, and the risk of attacks is so low compared to a store. Just don’t look. Don’t look at the walls, or at the beds. And when you have to, it’s a mercy killing. It’s euthanasia. Everyone has the right to die, he tells himself. It’s his job now.

Vortex doesn’t even care. He thinks the houses are the best; the stories he can come up with for people inside. And Onsalught is practical and says the risks of scavenging a store outweigh the cons, guaranteeing what you need will be there versus not. Brawl doesn’t care either way. He thinks, Vortex is a little too into the houses. He thinks. But what does he really care? They’re all dead now. Just don’t find things you don’t want to see.

Swindle knows spots to go. He likes going for groups of people, really, they have the best to offer, and if you sweet talk em you don’t even need to rob them, they’ll just let themselves be scammed. He likes letting these groups propagate: let them multiply, let his hauls be even more fruitful. And Blast Off- he doesn’t really scavenge. He tends to stay away, fights instead, doesn’t want to think too hard about the insides of these houses or the cars in the parking lots. He doesn’t really care, but if he thinks too long, he might end up caring a little. Cant afford that.