#battle of the traumatized sweethearts

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Also PLEASE put your reasoning in the tags. I had a blast reading everyone's comments from the last poll!

[pupkashi]

satoru comeback truthers rise WHERE IS UR RAGE !!!

youre still slightly shaking, even with one hand in your lovers warmer one, you can’t help but feel the same fear you felt when you saw him laying in two.

“sweetheart” his voice is honey like, smoothing your sore throat as you look up at him, face dirty and scarred. “i asked if you wanna get pho?”

it’s odd, coming back home as if nothing happened. as if he hadn’t just had the battle of a lifetime and almost lost. your legs feel wobbly and that sinking pit in your stomach is back. you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, playing it off as you thinking.

“yeah pho sounds good” you say weakly, not taking your eyes off of satoru as he leads you to the couch. he tries to untangle your fingers from his, stopping when he feels your squeeze harder to keep his hand in place.

he doesn’t say anything, instead ordering with one hand, drawing a soothing circle with his thumb on your hand. satoru can feel your eyes on him, practically burning a hole into his skull with the intensity of your stare. he doesn’t mind, he can’t imagine how you felt, thinking he was dead for who knows how long. god knows what he would’ve done if the roles were reversed.

“ordered it, should be here in an hour ish” he whispers, pulling you close and laying back on the couch. you’re quick to wrap your arms around him, careful to not squeeze too hard as he was still sore and bruised.

thump, thump, thump.

the rhythmic beating is enough to calm you for a moment, your hands are less shaky and you feel like you can finally breathe. your eyes shut for a second, only to be met with the scene of satoru laying on ground. your eyes are shooting open immediately, making you sit up straight and giving satoru a once over, relieved to see he was really there.

“hey, im right here” he’s as gentle as ever, hands finding yours and squeezing tight. “im not going anywhere” he’s promises, placing one of your hands over his warm chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart calms you once more.

“‘m sorry” you choke out, wiping your eyes quickly before smiling softly, “was just- it was a lot” you mumble, “i thought-” you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, satoru doesn’t make you, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

the two of you stay like that for a while, taking turns holding each other, comforting one another and placing endless kisses on each others faces. it felt like only a moment had passed in comparison to the eternity you felt without satoru.

satoru notices the way your eyes linger on him, the way you’re looking at him every couple minutes as the two of you eat soup in silence. it hurts his heart, seeing you so afraid and traumatized, he wishes he could go back in time and make sure they kept you away from any screens.

the season finale of the show you two had been watching doesn’t matter to you much anymore, barely paying attention to it. your focus is instead on the white haired man laying practically on top of you, mindlessly eating some popcorn you’d made for him.

your fingers are tangled in his hair, somehow still soft despite everything he went through. satoru can feel your eyes on him, of course he can. he wonders if you’re looking at his scarred skin, if you’re too scared to even continue a relationship with him.

“you should shower” your comment is what breaks the silence and interrupts satoru’s spiraling thoughts.

“huh?” there’s genuine confusion in his voice. is that really what you were thinking about? “are you calling me stinky?” he teases, testing the waters.

“grimy, actually” a small smile creeping on your lips. it makes satoru’s heart glow, a wide grin on his lips as he sees your smile.

“your words cut deep” he pouts, quickly smiling again when you roll your eyes at his familiar antics. “even sukuna didn’t hurt me this much” the words make you gasp, smacking him slightly and pushing him off the couch.

“uncalled for!” you laugh, shrieking when satoru stands from the floor and picks you up swiftly. he doesn’t think k twice before peppering kisses over your face and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“now you’re stinky too!” he wastes no time in heading to the restroom, with you still in his arms (hardly putting up a fight). he sets you on the counter softly, bending down to be eye level with you. his nose is only centimeters from yours, and you can’t resist the urge to rub yours against his.

satoru giggles at your action; the noise alone puts your heart at ease, the weight on your shoulders lifted and things felt right.

for the time the two of you are in the restroom life is perfect again. even when satoru takes his shirt off, visibly nervous about the new scar across his torso, you’re too happy to have him there to care.

“you don’t think it looks, i don’t know, ugly?” he’s avoiding eye contact and you can’t help but laugh softly. the sound makes his head snap towards you immediately, relaxing when you take his hands in his and pull him closer.

“you could never look ugly, angel boy” you mumble, kissing his lips. “i think it looks good, actually” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows and making his cheeks flush pink. satoru wastes no time kissing you again, giggling against your lips.

the hot water hits his skin and it feels like a godsend, making hums sigh in relief.

“told you you should shower” you tease, making your lover grin at your words. he waves you off gently, relishing in the feeling. “c’mere let me shampoo you.”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, a faint smile on his lips when your fingers scratch his scalp. maybe it’s the steam enshrouding the two of you, or seeing you change into his clothes, or smelling the clean bedsheets again, or being home- regardless of the reason satoru finally feels free.

there’s no stress on his shoulders from the higher ups or his clan, he’s not afraid of his students getting hurt anymore, he’s not afraid of losing you.

“i love you sweetheart” he whispers. you’ve been asleep for a while now, your head on his chest with your arms wrapped tightly around him. maybe it was weird but he didn’t care, he spent the night tracing your features with his eyes, memorizing any noise you made and the way you breathed.

satoru’s eyes watered, grateful to be back home. his eyes wandering to his sock drawer, tomorrow he’ll pull out the small velvet box he bought a year ago.

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[jaebeomsbitch]

My First Kiss (E.M.)

PT: II coming soon

Summary: Eddie finds out you’ve never kissed anyone before and offers to teach you.

Warnings: Minors DNI!!! Kissing, some light touching, cursing.

A/N: this was supposed to be a short one haha. Not edited!

“It was traumatic! She left saliva all over my face, maybe she was part dog” Eddie dramatizes, hands swinging wildly, the tv playing low in the background. You can’t help but laugh along as if you understand. All you can really do is imagine.

You cant help the look of disgust on your face before smiling.

“Oh yeah your battle scars run deep” you giggle pushing his thigh with your foot.

“I feel like it’s worse for girls, isn’t it?” He asks.

You quickly look down, cheeks blooming red like a spring flower in the morning.

“I- u-uh uhm— I” you stutter.

Eddie’s eyes furrow, it’s incredibly uncharacteristic for you to be this flustered especially after knowing you so long.

“I- I wouldn’t know” you mumble, shaking your hair out and curtaining yourself away from your best friend.

“You want me to teach you?” He asks, his tone a lot raspier than you remember two seconds ago.

“W-what? N-no that’d be weird” you stammer as your gaze snaps up towards Eddie.

“C’mon it’s just a kiss, it doesn’t have to mean anything or change anything” he says, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Something so normal for the two of you that now feels weirdly charged. You stare at him like a fish out of water, mouth open, eyes wide as you contemplate.

“You can trust me, sweetheart” he says softly. Your eyelashes flutter, you hate that your stomach flips when he cups your cheek.

“I know, I know— jus’” you swallow hard looking up at him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll always take care of you” he says softly.

“It’s not gonna change anything? You’ll still be you and I’ll still be me?” You ask, heart thumping hard against your ribcage.

“Yeah, just me and you. Always” he murmurs.

“Okay,” you whisper after a beat.

His fingers weave through your hair, his touch gentle, as he cradles the back of your head. You twist your bodies, the angle awkward but not as awkward as you feel.

"Okay," He echoes, his tone soft. His gaze holds yours, his attention intense, as he commits himself to making this experience good for you. With a tender smile, he tilts his head, his lips inches from yours, as he prepares to take your first kiss. Your breath hitches, hands fisting his shirt.

His mouth hovers above yours, his warm breath dancing across your skin, as he senses your nervousness. He pauses, his lips barely grazing yours, as he allows you to anchor yourself. His fingers tighten in your hair, his grip reassuring, as he remains motionless, waiting for your cue.

Your breath shakes as you your lips approach his, eyes clamming shut, gasping when your lips press against his. You end up tugging at his shirt, Eddie grunts as his arm slips pressing his body into yours.

“Easy, sweetheart” he says pulling away from your mouth when he realizes you’re shaking.

“You’re safe with me,” he runs his fingers through your hair, trying to calm your frazzled nerves.

“I’m okay- I’m okay. Just wasn’t expecting this” you say.

“Shit” he looks down, moving off of you.

“Sorry” he straightens out his shirt. You don’t miss the light dusting of pink on the tips of his ears.

You smile softly when you realize despite his usual suave manner he’s also nervous.

“S’kay” you hum, letting yourself fall back onto the couch. You can feel his gaze burning through you. As the silence rings loud in Eddie’s trailer the awkwardness starts to grow. This sense of dread starts pressing into your chest, it’s almost suffocating. You sit up abruptly, startling Eddie in the process.

“Jesus Christ!” He says clutching his chest.

“Sorry” you laugh, feeling the tension lighten instantly.

“Why were you sitting up like you’re fucking…Pazuzu?” He asks, struggling to cross his legs on the small couch. You shift back to give him more room.

“Nothing, just wanted to try again”you try to say nonchalantly, totally not like your heart beat is in your throat and you want to vomit with anxiety.

“Oh, yeah?” He says, that smile back on his lips. The one you’ve accustomed to seeing whenever he proves you wrong or beats you at skeeball.

You roll your eyes, “yeah but only if you don’t crush me in the process again.”

“I’m a growing boy!” He protests, moving to sit against the couch cushions again.

“You’re twenty five,” you deadpan.

“And yet you still want you kiss me” he grins, grabbing your elbow and pulling you towards him gently.

“Technically you asked to kiss me so I think you want to kiss me more” you tease, crawling over to him.

“Maybe I do” he smiles grabbing your hip and bringing your leg over his until you’re straddling him.

“Yeah right” you chuckle, brushing his hair back. You feel the way his hands slide down your hips to wrap around the backs of your thighs, your heart beat racing so fast you think you might have a heart attack.

“I’m serious,” he says, looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

“No you’re not” you laugh, not believing your player of a best friend for a second.

“Yes, I am” he says. Your eyebrows furrow as you look down at him.

“No you’re not” you shake your head. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head forcing you to look at him. Your lips brush ever so slightly causing you to lose your breath.

“Yes I do” he whispers

“Eds…” your voice shakes, your hands finding his shoulders for some stability as everything you know starts to fall apart.

“I wanna kiss you sweets… please” he sounds so pathetic in the best of ways. You can’t help but squeeze his shoulders.

“I- I-“ you struggle with your desires and your logic.

“Just feel baby” he whispers, hand squeezing your thigh softly.

You swallow hard before pressing your lips to his, hands tangled in his knotted hair. You’re incredibly clumsy but Eddie doesn’t mind, not when he can feel his lips tingle with sparks.

Your fingers dig harder into his shoulders as you start to find your rhythm. Just when you start to get comfortable he squeezes your ass pressing your chest into his, not wanting to leave any space between you two. You moan as your hips press into his. You can feel the thick bulge through the stupidly short shorts he wears.

“Eddie” you pant as he starts pressing kisses down your neck.

“Mhm” he hums against your skin, sucking on it and leaving purple bruises.

“Fuck— m-maybe we’re going too fast?” You struggle to keep your thoughts together. He pulls back “You ‘kay?” He asks, his hand holding your jaw.

You nod, noticing how disheveled he looks. His hair mussed and tangled, lips puffy and dark pink, the collar of his shirt slightly stretched.

“M’okay” you lick your lips self consciously.

“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” He asks, his thumb rubbing your cheek back and forth.

“That we’re about to fuck everything up” you whisper.

“We’re not gonna fuck it up” Eddie responds immediately.

“I like you, I’ve liked you, I’ll continue to follow you around like a little lost puppy dog even if you don’t wanna kiss me again but we’re not gonna fuck us up” he says holding your face making sure you understand him clearly. Your mind reels as Eddie drops the thin vein, the one thing that kept the reality of what’s going on between you to unspoken.

“Eds…” you whisper.

“N-no it’s fine” he says, lowering his hands from your face as the embarrassment of being rejected sets in. Eddie is used you rejection but he actually likes you, it’s not some one night stand with a stranger.

“No, no hold on. I’m not saying no” you rush.

“I like you but— but you’re you and I’m… me” you say squeezing his shoulders

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He asks, his tone a little harsher than he means to be.

You flinch at this new side of your best friend.

“Nothing, it doesn’t mean nothing” you sigh, he won’t get.

“Tell me” he says grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You swallow hard as you’re met with those big brown pleading eyes of his.

“You’re hot and I’m—“ you trail off.

“You’re what?” He pushes you again.

“A hideous monster that no one would ever look at” you murmur. You don’t have time to react before his lips are on yours, they’re not soft and patient like before. It’s angry and you find it hard to keep up but it feels like Eddie is swallowing you whole.

“Shut the fuck up, if I ever hear you talk ‘bout yourself that way again I’ll make sure you forget about all those stupid little thoughts, yeah?” He says, eyes wide. He looks pissed, more angry than you’ve seen him when he’s just off of work and customer was being an asshole.

“I- uhm okay” you stammer

“S’what I thought. Good girl” he breathes out a sigh, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You hate that your mind does blank as soon as the praise slips out of his pink lips, your body still as he falls back on the couch. His hands haven’t left the backs of your thighs, no. Instead he’s started tracing patterns onto the sensitive skin.

Every piece of your best friend is tantalizing whether he realizes it or not. It’s so easy to fall for his charm, especially when it includes those big brown eyes of his. You’d fallen for Eddie far too long ago, before the leather jackets and metal music. Back when scraped knees and soft kisses to your marred skin were innocent.

[iridiss]

binging diaries again… finally got around to my diaries Aphmau redesign…

She’s a bundle of joy when she first arrives in town, a selfless and optimistic problem-solver who took one look at a rotting, decaying village and decided she would fix it up single-handedly. She repairs their houses, builds a guard tower, builds them a bigger and better farm, builds more homes, brings a lot more villagers and merchants to the town, rebuilds old alliances that decayed after Malik’s death and makes new ones with near and faraway towns. Shes stubborn and headstrong at times, and in the beginning her desire to always see the best in people leads her into some nasty situations, but through her actions, agency, and persistent efforts, she becomes the embodiment of hope and healing for the town (Very similarly to how Irene the Matron aided her hometown in its recovery!). This is why the town elects her the Lord of the village.

Loss after loss, battle after battle, traumatic event after traumatic event, the state of the world slowly falling apart around her gradually chips away at her bright and cheery demeanor, matures her, hardens her into a woman that is- still very much capable of being sweet and happy and warm and loving!!! She never loses her core personality!! But it…changes her nonetheless. It hurts, and she grieves, and it comes dangerously close to breaking her over the years. She ends up hardening into a woman who’s capable of playing both the darling lover and the military General. A woman who’s learned how to be cautious and wary and approach things tactically, who learned how to determine the difference between a good person who just needs to be warmed out of their shell—and a charismatic liar whose nowhere near as good as they seem on the surface. She’s mature, she’s wise, she’s a natural leader, she’s cautious and on occasion can be rather guarded, but…she’ll always be warm and gentle and kind on the inside.

After Aaron dies, her mental health takes a massive dip, and on occasion she ends up in a rather dark mental place. A vengeful, angry, violent place. Come season three, she’s learned that sometimes you have to kill in order to protect the ones you love the most, and after he dies, that part of her becomes…a bit worse. If you’re her ally, the only change you would have noticed is the deepened bags under her eyes and her lack of sleep, but if you’re an established enemy, like, say, Zane, you might notice that she’s stopped talking things out and started jumping straight to Kill Mode (…which is, tbh, valid). She leans heavily on her partners to help her through this darker time in her life, and after the series finale when they get Aaron back and Shad is defeated, she’s doing much better.

She’s a sweetheart and a goody-two-shoes, yes, but like. she’s also basically a military general in the midst of a very long war. she’s got fuckin ptsd and is MUCH more emotionally mature and wisened than her Mystreet and Void Paradox counterparts. girlies been through hell. literally.

Also religious trauma I think she’d have plenty fair share of religious trauma from the whole Irene business

[phantobats]

Hi! Hi! Hi! I was wondering if I could get some comic recs? I'm particularly into Batman but more of him actually working alone- as much as llove the batfam, my mind can't keep up when there's too many characters, you know? I can just barely finish any Justice League comic.

A lot of comics are poorly characterized. I still shiver at the thought of All Star Batman and Robin. Seeing how your views match a lot with mine, l'd appreciate some recs!

Hi, sweetheart! Of course I can.

I get that sometimes comics with a huge cast of characters can be very overwhelming, so no worries, I've got you.

Here are my own personal favorite comics focused on Bruce/Batman:

Batman: Ego (2000)

Batman: Ego dives deep into Bruce Wayne's psyche, exploring his inner conflict between being Batman and his more compassionate, human side. This introspective one-shot is about Bruce trying to reconcile his mission with the toll it takes on his mental health. It's not overly dark, focusing instead on the emotional and psychological weight of being Batman.

A series that fully focuses on Batman is the Batman: The Legends of the Dark Knight comic series. I totally recommend reading through it, but here are my favorite storylines within the series:

Prey ( Issues #11-15 )

Prey is an underrated psychological thriller featuring Hugo Strange as the villain. The story emphasizes Batman's tactics, his psychology, and his early struggles in Gotham. It's well-paced, focusing entirely on Batman and his developing relationship with the GCPD.

Gothic ( Issues #6-10 )

Batman: Gothic is filled with symbolism and metaphysical elements that explore Bruce Wayne’s traumatic past and his drive as Batman. It’s very much a story about Batman’s mind, his motivations, and the weight of his mission, with a heavy focus on the noir aspect of the character.

Batman: Ghosts (1995)

Batman: Ghosts is a retelling of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol with Batman as Scrooge. It features Bruce Wayne being visited by three spirits who force him to reflect on his life choices and mission as Batman. This is a more introspective story that emphasizes Bruce's inner struggle, not unlike Batman: Ego. It explores his guilt and the cost of his crusade against crime, though with a more optimistic tone.

Batman: Blind Justice (1989)

Written by the screenwriter of Tim Burton’s Batman, Blind Justice is a detective story with strong psychological elements. It focuses on Bruce Wayne more than his alter ego and explores his sense of guilt, responsibility, and the price of being Batman

However, if you do feel like reading more light-hearted series/comics, here are two I've recently finished and had so much fun reading:

Batman: Gotham Adventures (1998-2003)

Batman: Gotham Adventures is a comic series that spun out of Batman: The Animated Series and continued the tone, character designs, and storytelling style of the show. It is a more all-ages-friendly series, with self-contained issues that often focus on Batman solving crimes, battling his iconic rogues' gallery, and protecting Gotham City. The series mixes action with the detective work that defined the animated series, showcasing Batman as a sharp investigator and a moral force in a crime-ridden city.

Joker: One Operation Joker ( 2021– )

Joker: One Operation Joker is a humorous and highly unconventional take on the Batman-Joker dynamic. The premise is wildly different from typical Batman stories: after an accident during one of their confrontations, Batman is transformed into a baby. The Joker, of all people, takes on the role of caregiver, with his new goal being to raise baby Bruce Wayne back into adulthood—while maintaining his usual chaotic nature.

Don't hesitate to DM/ask for more! And if you'd like to ramble together over some of them, since you did mention having similar views, definitely don't shy back from sending me a text!

[akane171]

­­­Things about Ron Speirs that live rent free in my head

-“SPEIRS, GET YOURSELF OVER HERE!”

I don’t know what I like most about this scene. The fact Dick just furiously passed Sink and ignored his commander, because his boys were getting screwed? Speirs running to him and then without a single word sprinting to do the job? Or Nixon with his binoculars liveblogging the whole  battle? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-The change in his voice and intonation between “I’m taking over” and “First Sergeant Lipton!”.

-The church scene, when Lipton says Easy men didn’t care about the gossips… It was HILARIOUS. Like, Lip? Sweetheart? Ron scared the shit out of Christenson and some poor innocent kids in the same damned ep. I could hear Pat’s sobbing in the background during that scene, mixed with the nuns’ chorus.

-A man needs a hobby and his was trolling people. Aside of the whole “did he or did he not shot the prisoners”, he enjoyed the gossips, appearing suddenly out of nowhere, while giving creepy speeches and traumatizing people. And he did it fabulously. Legend.

-His little, millisecond pause, when we watch his back while Lipton says “Well, maybe they keep talking about it because they never heard Tercius deny it”.

-And two things about this scene. Lipton knows Speirs was trolling people and it was amusing him. And Ron’s answer “Well, maybe that’s because Tercius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the whole Roman legion” - he knows Lip knows he was trolling people and (not directly) admits it. He never did that to anyone else, what also means he really respected Lipton (gross sobbing).

-Anyway, this whole church scene is a pure love and I adore every second of it.

-He was a history nerd ;_; I’m kind of sad, we didn’t see him and Buck taking about some ancient battles in Gaul.

-He kept tabs on Easy xD how much he’s learnt from creeping in the shadows and eavesdropping – no one knows xD

-The fact real Speirs was shot in the ass on some of his solo patrols proves he was just meant to be Easy’s CO. Fucking destiny.

-His favourite sergeant was Grant (ok, ok, put the pitchforks DOWN, I said sergeant NOT lieutenant, geez).

-The fact no one called him “Sparky” in the show is a crime against humanity. But at least we got one “Ron” from Winters. Still…

-I think I read somewhere here, that he wore his helmet so low, because it was too big and… yes? Absolutely? Whoever noticed it – I bow to you.

And it reminds me all the promo pics where we have most of the characters standing together and he stands on the side, a little farer and looking awkwardly like “mom said I have to socialize more, so here I am, ugh…”.

-Also, he looks tiny compared to the other guys on many shots/pics, what is hilarious on many levels.

-I realized it after the second watch, that he not only stole cigarettes from Buck, but he offered them to the German POWs. Not his cigarettes, but the shit he stole. I don’t know why, but it’s just so super HIM xD

-I wonder when exactly Easy Company did realize that their new CO is not exactly the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the army, but a big ass weirdo, with poor social skills, suspicious hobbies and sticky hands.

-Ep 8 look >>>>>>>>>>>>> everything else.

-The moment when Webster throws himself to the ground and Ron just stands in the background, watching the missile like it was meh (he had a personal ranking of “Things that almost killed me” and that missile was not even on the Top 10).

-“No. You don’t have any experience.” How the fuck Jones didn’t drop dead right after is beyond me. Also, A+++ acting.

-The fact is that Lipton was his social-skills-only-working-brain-cell and it’s beautiful.

-The moment Perconte asked him to give him back his lighter, I guess it was the moment Speirs knew his reputation crumbled to dust xD

-Unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Malarkey scared him on a purpose. I think it was accidentally, what for me, makes it even funnier. But the fact Don started as someone who was scared of Speirs like no one else and ended scarring him – it just warms my heart.

-And that pure annoyance on Ron’s face when Malarkey’s approaches him a second after he scared him, will never stop making me laugh. It the look could kill the bottle in Don’s hands would explode.

-On some point Lipton was sitting with his head in his hands and moaning that he was not paid enough to keep his crazy CO with suicidal tendencies alive and Luz was there-thereing him.

-All the things he's done to keep Grant alive.

-Basically, Speirs gives me a stray cat vibes and the fact he kind of, adopted Lipton and whole Easy proves it.

-And finally, the way he went from “we are all dead, just accept it” to “ok, I guess I’m going to stay in the army to keep the idiots alive (sighs)” is one of the best character developments and is so… sooo … you know? ;_;

Anyway, the thing I like the most about his character is how unexpected he is. I didn’t expect to like him so much. I didn’t expect him to change so much in such splendid way. But here I am.

We meet him in the show as  “a cold blooded soldier” stereotype and we learn in the end he was just deeply compassionate man (and a weirdo), who applied being a sociopath to be a better man of war. It just makes him very human - thanks to the fact his character was based on a real man, I guess. And that applies to all BOB’s characters.

And BIG kudos to Matthew Settle for doing such a great job and creating an iconic character. I read and watched some interviews, where he admitted he had a big problems with grasping the role, but damn, in the end he absolutely NAILED IT.

EDIT: Part II (x)

[low-budget-korra]

Comments on Arcane s02 e1-3

-As someone who is still dealing with the loss of my father, I can guarantee that this type of pain is something else and it truly changes you. Caitlyn lost her mother in an act of violence, terrorism, so of course she will be full of anger and urging for revenge. And also, of course she also felt guilty about it, like she said to her dad, she had the shot on Jinx but didn't shoot.

I've seen people commenting as if Caitlyn had volunteered to be Ambessa second hand and now that I've seen I'm like ? Bruh did y'all didn't see the masterful power and pressure move Ambessa thrown on Caitlyn? After that speech, there was no way she could say "no", those people would eat her alive and she would possibly be treated as a traitor, especially because of her proximity with Vi

-And I KNEW Ambessa was behind it all

-"I'm the one that created that monster" no Vi, you didn't 🥺. See? That's exactly when Jinx loses me. She doesn't take accountability for her actions and blames Vi for it.

"but she is traumatized" grl tell me one one character in that show who ain't?

Okay, let me say something serious. Being traumatized, doesn't give you the right to hurt others. Assholes can be traumatized too, and I'm saying this because I've already seen people hide behind their mental illness and trauma just so they could hurt others and not be held accountable for that.

Jinx asking if Caitlyn and Vi had sex before the fight began, was brutal lmao

-We got the CaiVi kiss but at what cost??? 😭

I think what made Caitlyn snap was being compared to Jinx

-If something happens with Maddie, I will kill everybody in the show and myself. What an sweetheart. In fact, I like all of CaitVi squad

Something I can't say about that kid who follows Jinx. I'm sorry but I couldn't care less about that child.

-And the assholes attack again, and guess who will suffer the consequences?? In my comments on s1 I talked about the need to know how to pick the battles we fight. And Silco's gang just reunited the stronger enemy against them, and the people of Piltover won't care about any more ruthless or aggressive response against Zaun. Now more than ever, they think of them as vile monsters who need to be put down.

What Jinx and Silco started will just result in the death of more innocents, especially the people of Zaun.

-Gotta say, watching Sevika be all "we don't hand over our people" speech, the same of she took as a weakness when Vander spoke.... character development.

Viktor basically became Jesus. I'm sorry but that scene when he wakes up and was like "peace off bruh ✌️" to Jayce, and leaves him...it was so not funny but still made me laugh

-wtf is happening with the Hex? Also, yeah, now I get why Riot almost went broke after making this

[emmikoochaitea]

Hello everyone! After a while I’m finally releasing my space rider ocs public after working on them for a while! (the dangerous critters as space riders) I’ve kept them hidden for awhile because of shyness but I decided to finally show them all off! This au belongs to @onyxonline

I’ll be sure to draw the riders as spies and spellcasters too but I wanted to finish all the full outfits of the full group shot of space riders first!

There is also gonna be a fanfic I’m working about them and hopefully you’ll like it! Enjoy my silly goobers! Let’s give them all a small introduction!

Since originally the dangerous critters are sort of rivals to the critters, all of them are pretty competitive and kinda? Mean to the og critter due to some dumb childhood rivalries that are petty.

Sinful Shepherd: The leader of the crew! He’s a kind yet strong willed dog that has a lot of empathy for others and tries to be friendly at first. However he knows how to stand his ground and won’t hesitate to punch someone to put them in your place. He can be clumsy and nervous sometimes as well but always has his heart in the right place and is a good leading figure!

Whimper Wolf: Why is he second in command? The others are wondering that too! He’s really shy, seems scared of everything and usually stays nears Sinful Shepherd. But Sinful still seems to trust him and has given him the role for the crew. Although he still gets scared and panics, he has proven himself in battle he can handle cultist and be a good rescuer just.. in his own scared panicky way?

Noxious Neveah Kangaroo: She’s the team’s medic but also a professional boxer and is a BEAST on the field! She uses her strong legs to pack a painful kick that makes the pain last weeks! She’s very energetic and loves fighting more than anything. If you have a cultist fight without her she’ll just take offense and probably ignore you for a week out of pettiness.

Cassi Carless Cheetah: Neveah’s best friend and partner in crime. She’s also a beast on the field but a bit different from Neveah. Her talent is super speed with her strong legs and it’s hard for any cultist to try and run from her when she can catch up to them in just a few seconds!

KittyBelle: Sinful’s adopted sister. She’s a calm caring soul and sweetheart who loves fashion and galas. She’s the one who made all the crew’s gala outfits as she’s a professional outfit maker on the sideline of a space rider!

Frantic Ferret: He’s more focused on right now as a thief and rebel for the prototype’s cult. He’s had a traumatic past that involved them and set up a small rebellion of other victims and survivors that suffered at the hands of the cult. However he justifies his morals by pickpocket and stealing from others and using it for this small rebellion. He eventually will get arrested by the crew but that hasn’t happened yet.

Carter Cobra: Frantic’s best friend and partner through it all, he’s the engineer of the rebellion and a bit of an odd ball when it comes to research and science. He helped Frantic start his rebellion and has followed him ever since. He makes small gears for the rebellion and creates robotic things to help his friends.

Fenni Fennec: Formally training to be a space rider, Fenni was kidnapped by cultist and raised and manipulated into believing her friends left her for dead and the prototype saved her, giving her a twisted mind set and hatred for the dangerous critter crew. She plans to torment them and get rid of them all, and bring them to the prototype, doesn’t matter if alive or dead.

[bonefall]

what is the crow/night/breeze family dynamic like in this au? you've mentioned crowfeather being the one still emotional over leafpool so that would definitely affect breezepelt, but im curious of the wider scale of it. love this au btw!

I'm trying to infuse more nuance into all three of them like they're a cold brew tea.

HOLD UP THOUGH; let me be CLEAR!! I don't think Nightcloud has done anything wrong in canon (besides the rebellion which they forgor about anyway). I do not like how the narrative put a lot of blame on her in Po3/OotS/field guides when her greatest sin was... loving her child.

So in BB she is going to do bad things because we support women's wrongs <3

NIGHTCLOUD

I keep going back and forth on when she was born, if she was nabbed as a kit after the WindClan Massacre or if she was a young warrior during the BloodClan battle.

In either case, she is the sister of a cat named Tawnyfur, and their Mi is Hillrunner. They were born to Hillrunner's identical twin Downwind, but she was killed during TPB.

Hillrunner was incredibly traumatized by the horrors. She was obsessed with strength and phobic of ShadowClan for her entire life.

If you met Hillrunner, you'd think Nightcloud was a sweetheart in comparison (and she will be)

Tawnyfur was killed in the BloodClan battle.

Nightcloud hated Tallstar agreeing to trade with them, and she was easily recruited by Mudclaw based on her fury at Leo, Snapper, and Spagbol joining WindClan.

When they got to the Lake, Nightcloud joined Mudclaw's Rebellion. She spoke out against involving cats of other Clans in the cause, but fell in line quick.

The rebellion sabotauged a muirburn. The controlled burn became uncontrolled FAST.

I think she wanted to blame the cats like Hawkfrost for how far it went, but after the rain doused the flames and WindClan had to keep putting out smouldering peat fires, she realized it didn't look good to keep blaming others.

Plus how Mudclaw got smote. THAT put fear of StarClan into her

So it wasn't neccesarily out of regret that she apologized for her role and begged forgiveness, but a mix of guilt, fear, and genuine desire to fix the collateral damage.

I think she did take Crowfeather as a mate for reputation purposes, but she did also like him and want a mate. It wasn't an Honor Siring, for her it was more of an "arrangement" which she hoped would strengthen

She wanted to prove her loyalty, but also that she is a good and loving cat.

When Breezekit came around, she tried her hardest to be a good mom. She really didn't want to be like Hillrunner.

But she hadn't worked through anything else. Still had a distaste for Brushblaze, Snapstorm, and Cranberrysplash. Strongly valued strength and aggression. Only approved of Onestar when he pushed for violence and rejected the notion that you can trust cats of other Clans.

Breezepelt struggles with it for most of Po3, because he gets very close to the Three and considers them friends. But when the reveal drops, he believes she was right all along

I don't know how to preserve it yet but I do want Nightcloud to keep the housecat friend she makes in CT. Eventually.

Basically... she's dealing with a lot of anger of her own, not really knowing how to sort it, following along with what she was taught.

And Breeze inherits many of those problems.

CROWFEATHER

Significantly different from canon. Not aloof; dramatic

He's also a REALLY good cook. He was Mudclaw's apprentice and it shows.

I'm actually going to wrap him up in the rebellion. He endorsed Mudclaw's claim over Onestar-- and over the word of Brambleclaw.

But he snitched and fetched help on the night of the sabotauge.

After that and then Leafpool, he was also looking for a way to boost his reputation. Having kits was a way to do that, and he's a cat who was chosen by StarClan to go on a great journey, son of an old deputy and a new deputy, with an honor title, who ran to fetch help and thwart the assassination attempt.

He knows he is a bit controversial but also that he is undeniably a big shot. And he's not going to pretend like he's not proud of that. He's not even 5 and hasn't even had an apprentice but he's the most significant cat in WindClan

So when Breezekit comes along? He should be grateful. But he's not, he's a snot nosed little brat (child) who backtalks (child) to his own father (adult)

And he sure doesn't appreciate Nightcloud always trying to fight him. How dare she tell him how to be a Ba?

She won't let him BE involved in the way he wants, turning his kit against him, this is all her fault.

"If it wasn't for her, Breezepaw would know discipline!"

The whole world is out to get Crowfeather and anything bad that happens around him is someone else's fault.

So obviously the mateship falls apart fast.

He doesn't respect anything about Breezepelt, and blames all of his kid's problems on Nightcloud.

In a furious fight, he likes to compare Nightcloud to his other lovers. He says Feathertail, even if he IS talking secretly about Leafpool, because she is dead and can't confirm it, and it always hurts Nightcloud to be compared to an outsider.

This is an exhausting person to be around, and the boost in status and resulting ego makes him insufferable in contrast to the young warrior he was on the Sundrown Patrol.

After the Secret Reveal though, when Leafpool is stripped of her Cleric status and Crowfeather starts talking openly about his love, it is the LAST straw with Onestar. He rips his warrior name off and exiles him for a month-- begone CROW, NO SUFFIX. No you're not going back to CrowFOOT either. Not even an entire Dishonor Title. Just Crow.

He does start improving after that, but he needed a drastic punishment

BREEZEPELT

The kid was only born as a status symbol. Do you blame him for being a special kind of messed up?

He really cannot remember a time where his parents weren't fighting. Never liked it when Crowfeather did parental duties either. Kids are really sensitive to bad vibes.

Was, and still is, really close to his mom. But he always spent a lot of time with his buddies.

Harepaw, Kestrelpaw, Breezepaw, and Heatherpaw were the oldest apprentices in WindClan, the first ones born in the new territory. They all hung out together, except Kestrelpaw who was in Cleric training as soon as possible. Not even 6 moons.

When he's in a good environment, Breezepelt really shines. He isn't like Crowfeather says he is, he's actually fine at making friends and getting along.

When Crow or Night are around, he will often noticeably get more rude and xenophobic, eyes darting back at them like he's looking for approval. Night is always approving of this and giving light chuckles, Crow will engage in it too, but snap if he feels like Breeze embarassed him somehow.

When they go away it's like it drains out of him.

His worst choices in BB always go back to him being pretty desperate for approval, snapping between idealizing people or thinking they're the absolute worst.

So yeah. It's a screwey little dynamic. They hate Crowf, Crowf hates them, the arrangement was massively based on status, Breezekit was always in an unstable environment from the get-go, Nightcloud did contribute to Breezepelt's mindset especially post-reveal.

[rockybloo]

Will the finale battle with Lord Vile be shown in G&G?

It is planned to be shown in it's entirety but it's going to be a LONG while because of just how scarring it really was for Sweetheart. And there is a genuine in-story explanation for why up until the full reveal, we only get peeks and vague allusions to it.

It's meant to sort of be a darker twist a series finale.

To us, it's the big battle that marks the defeat of the big evil villain, for Sweetheart, the protagonist that lived through it - it was the most traumatizing experience of her life that she tries not to linger on.

[total-drama-brainrot]

YOU. YOU'RE THE ONE THAT MADE REINA..

TAKE MY LIFE!

this sounds a whole like a request but do you have hcs for her and Ale??

they're "went through a traumatizing experience" buddies

(shh..I may or may not think that that cat is middle eastern and so has seen stuff..now I feel like I'm stereotyping the middle east my apologies)

Politely declining your life, since you probably need that for living purposes, but I'm super happy to hear that people like Reina!!

Considering Reina herself is a headcanon, I have a few ideas I can share!

The Burromuerto parents initially decided to give Alejandro the skrunkliest cat they could find to serve as a (not) subtle indication that they don't love/care about him as much as José, who got an objectively "nicer" pet. What they didn't anticipate was Alejandro being immediately smitten with the wet rag of a cat they presented him with, who he immediately names "Reina" - meaning queen.

When making the post, there were a few different mental images I had of Reina. For the most part I was thinking of that one video of the weird stray cat outside (because that video lives rent free in my head), but I also considered having her be some sort of street-worn Rex cat, like a Devon Rex, because they're the weirdest looking cat breed I know. And also because "Rex" is latin for "King", so it plays into the royalty motif she's got going on. But Weezerfan's and CuriosityCryptid's interpretations of her are so so great! I encourage everyone to just envision Reina how they want to!

Alejandro absolutely spoils her rotten. Reina starts out super skittish around the whole family, but Alejandro's the only person who has the incentive to work past her rational fear and get to know the sweetheart she truly is. As a result, the two of them become major sources of comfort for each other in the Burromuerto household. Reina becomes sort of an emotional crutch for Alejandro; he vents his frustrations to her and then smothers her in all of the suppressed love and affection he has in his heart.

Her initial skittishness stems from her time as a street cat, wherein she gained a lot of scars (and perhaps lost an eye or an ear, depending on how tattered you want to envision her). Keep in mind, despite being an absolute sweetheart, she's also feisty - a cat doesn't survive with as many battle scars as Reina has without being a fighter. Consequently, Alejandro gained many scratch marks in the early days of owning Reina before he gained a proper understanding of her temperence.

With all of the love and care she recieves, Reina quickly goes from being a mangy street cat into being a relatively normal looking cat, though her scarred appearence is far too distinguishable to mistake her for a normal housecat. Alejandro scrounges up money from his various competitions (and other unofficial odd jobs he works to build connections around his neighbourhood - the power of nepotism is a valuable asset after all) to buy her pretty collars and accessories and cat toys.

Alejandro had assumed that nursing Reina back to "presentability" would prove something to his parents. In fact, he thought Reina's whole existance was just another test from them to prove himself capable of caring for something dependant on him and/or being independant enough to be a pet owner (or something along those lines). So when he presents his parents with a well pampered Reina and is met with cold indifference, it hurts him quite a bit; didn't he do a good job? (There was no "test" or "challenge", his parents are just assholes.)

They're kinred spirits personality-wise. Both of them have gone through a lot in their limited years, and that unspoken mutual understanding helps them bond quickly. Reina also becomes just as vain as Alejandro once he starts buying her sparkly accessories and trinkets. Alejandro eventually learns how to empathise with other people through his experiences empathising with Reina.

Alejandro and Reina are equally as protective over each other. Reina hisses and swipes at anyone who causes her boy emotional distress if she's around to witness it, and Alejandro gets super jealous when other people try to give Reina attention - she's his cat. (Alejandro has issues with possessiveness and being second place, so having anything in his life as solely his is something he takes quite seriously.)

As for Reina's backstory? I didn't really think much on it other than "tattered looking street cat they found at an animal shelter", but again I'm happy for other people to interpret her as they see fit.

[cloudninetonine]

Ugh I was just thinking about the procession of game events with the chain, specifically Hyrule, and it gives me heartworms to imagine Guide playing his game as a child, and so that it’s just 2 children fighting against the world who only have each other, then they meet again as adults in the flesh and one of them immediately recognizes the other and seems to fall in love at first sight…. Ugh what true love Im melting.

Conversely you apply this to other members like Time and Legend, who have had it rough and it quickly sours. Legend, who has someone who has been there through his worst times, always the same age and so they grow together but simultaneously grow apart due to circumstances beyond their control, and so he blames them for leaving him, a childhood friend that he can’t trust to stay when he needs them. It’s like the inverse to the Hyrule dynamic: a childhood love that curdled rather than bloomed.

And finally Time. God, Time, who already struggles with coming to terms with his own journeys and how they impacted his age, both mentally and physically in the sense that he and Guide started off together the same, as children, Time finally has another friend other than Navi or Saria, one that will also disappear like them but one day they come back, and… they’re really much younger, a decade at most. And Time is suddenly in the position of no longer friend, rather guardian, protector, even a guardian figure. It distorts the relationship past what it initially was. So in conclusion you’ve got: 1) a classic childhood friends to lovers plot that is sweet in its earnestness and simplicity. 2) a bitter rift between once friends, now strangers who have to learn to trust each other again. 3) a dynamic in which 2 people care for each other so much, but time and circumstances distort that relationship and suddenly one of them is wiser, more battle-bruised, more traumatized. In a way, completely unrecognizable, like a war veteran coming home to their sweetheart but they’ve been completely changed by their experiences. Ahhhhh it’s all so tragic 😭😭😭 I could retrospect it all day, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it, even with the other Links and, y’know, coupled with the fact that most of them can’t even remember Guide, so that’s yet ANOTHER box on top of the already big pile of emotional shit everybody’s going through.

ANON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I'M IN PAIN

Coming in with a false sense of fluff with Hyrule and Player and the idea of Real true love then slapping me with the crushing pain that follows the Veteran and Old Man like the stench of death to a corpse 😭😭😭😭 I love it by god it fucking hurts to read it. Legend's bitterness and Time's feeling of lost, well, time being forced to grow up faster because of everything he went through

I need a fucking drink /j

[solitasims4]

semi-new to Simblr, lol.

the title is a bit of a lie, but, LET ME EXPLAIN.

hi, I'm Solita Sims. I am a Sims 4 content creator and have been a Sims 4 content creator for almost two years now. I am mostly known for my unhinged, chaotic storytelling TikTok / TikTok & YouTube content. I have a FEW series which you may or may not have seen before...

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DE VAUSE

Diandra and Monroe de Vause are high school sweethearts that share a turbulent, chaotic life with one another in Brindleton Bay, along with 5 children: Regina, Naomi, Odessa, Somer, & Kai. After a traumatic event happens to their second daughter Naomi, causing her to dabble in poor habits & decision making, a family secret is unveiled, causing a rift between the matriarch and patriarch that they may never be able to come back from.

Unfortunately, as of today, November 11, this series has been retired. Though the episodes will always be available and I do plan on sharing their story in other ways in the future. Feel free to read my explanation as to why here, here, or here.

watch here: ♡ | ♡

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LEGACY CHALLENGE

TW: mention of drug use & miscarriage

My first ever Sims 4 Legacy challenge stars the Volkovs (generation 1 & 2) and the Kealohas (generation 2 & 3). We first started the series following our Founder Alexis Dionne Ketter turned Alexis Dionne Volkov as she paraded around San Myshuno looking for any daddy to give her woohoo or money. She found several - Roy D. Dillon, Tai Lum, Bjorn Bjersen, and Wolfgang Wilder - before eventually falling in love with her enemy, Kristopher Volkov, and starting a life with him in Moonwood Mill. Together, they share six children: Ezra, Autumn (our Heir), Nicole, Edward, Clint, and Renesmee.

Alexis is now an Elder, her dust era slowly approaching, and we have still been focusing on her as well as her daughter and our Heir, Autumn Priscilla Volkov turned Autumn Priscilla Kealoha. Autumn is currently an Adult, married to her Spellcaster childhood best friend Shanna Kealoha, and the two little lesbians recently welcomed their first {living} child, Sage Kealoha, into the world. But Autumn hadn't always had such a picture-perfect life; she struggled with severe drug addiction in her teen years and early Young Adult years after the sudden death of her big brother, Jacob Volkov, broke the heart of her former friend & lover Addison Chopra, had a rough battle with infertility, and miscarried her first son, River Kealoha. We will see what's in store for Autumn and her little family as they explore parenthood, the world of Spellcasting, and move away from Moonwood Mill.

watch Gen 1/2: ♡ | ♡

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NOT SO BERRY

My first ever Sims 4 Not So Berry challenge follows our Founder, Gwyneth Westwood of Windenburg, and her family; fiancé Joseph Bastianich, daughter and Heir Rosalie Bastianich, and half-human-half-alien daughter Bella Westwood-Stallings.

Gwyneth has a passion for science, logic, mischief, collecting elements, and romance. All she's ever wanted, besides succeeding as a WOC in her career field, is to be in love and have a baby. She eventually gets her wish, becoming engaged to her good friend, celebrity chef Joseph Bastianich, and having his baby and our Heir, Rosalie Bastianich. Though things get messy after a traumatic life event causes Joseph to become entangled with alcoholism.

Fast forward in the future, Gwyneth has stuck by Joseph and had a second daughter, Bella Westwood-Stallings, after getting abducted by Senior Pollinator Technician #3, or Tanisha Stallings, in the backyard of her home. Her life almost seems picture perfect as Joseph recovers from alcoholism, Rosalie blossoms into a teenager, and Tanisha becomes her good friend and a good mother to their daughter Bella. Little does she know about the secret Joseph is hiding from her and Rosalie.

watch Gen 1/2: ♡ | ♡

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NIKKI & AKIRA (occult)

The story of Nikki St. Germain & Akira Kibo was never meant to be a series, but their antics are so comical and ridiculous - especially since Nikki is my Simself - that I had to turn it into one.

Nikki simply went on a blind date, not expecting much from it, and happened to get paired with Akira Kibo - yes, the Akira Kibo - of San Myshuno. Things did not go well after Akira didn't flirt back with Nikki. She went home after, never expecting to see Akira Kibo again. It turns out that Nikki was deeply mistaken and had no idea what her future held for the two of them.

Akira asked for Nikki's forgiveness and the two began dating again, leading to an official relationship, until Akira cheated and contracted a WTD and almost gave it to Nikki. As revenge, Nikki broke up with him and turned him into Vampire, hoping he would fry in the sun. Little did she know that Akira would turn into one of the most powerful Vampires in the Simnation, win her heart over again, impregnate her with their daughter Beverly, and make their lives a living Hell.

I have not posted a Nikki & Akira episode since earlier this year, but I am highly considering bringing it back weekly or bi-weekly since the de Vause series is now retired.

watch here: ♡

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Besides those four series of mine, I also create chaotic and silly TikToks, mod showcases, Sims-related tutorials + tips + tricks, Sims photoshoots, & report Sims-related news. All of my series - besides Nikki & Akira - are partially in fullscreen mode on my YouTube channel, as well as Sims-related tutorials. I plan on making a Sims 4 YouTube Let's Play series starting early 2024 and a Minecraft YouTube Let's Play series hopefully sooner. I am very active on Twitter as well, and regularly post updates, sneak peeks + spoilers, polls, photo shoots, etc. about the Legacy & Not So Berry challenge.

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Some more fun facts about me: I'm 22, a Scorpio, live in Greater Los Angeles, have been playing the Sims on-and-off since 2009, became a Sims 4 content creator in December 2021, love the colors blood red & dark green, love Lana Del Rey & Amy Winehouse & Fiona Apple & Mitski & Aaliyah & Lauryn Hill, hate labor, love to complain (this is a joke), enjoy wine & writing & reading & coffee, and also play Minecraft, Roblox, & GTAV, and love wreaking havoc on my Sims.

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the best way to keep up with me is on Twitter or the YouTube Community, but all of my socials are here.

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I'm looking forward to those on Simblr getting to know me & my creations.

Solita

[wyverndollface96]

Adaman x Female Reader: Second Chance

You took on a difficult challenge by Arceus while it was frenzied. Mentions of death!

You were venturing the Coronet Highlands, going towards the Summit Camp when you heard something call to you. (Y/N), it said, come. Come to the temple. A challenge awaits thee. You cocked an eyebrow at the odd request, but made your way up to the Temple of Sinnoh.

When you got there, Arceus was standing there; a void behind it. It was guiding you to it; you go in with it. “What is this challenge?” you asked. Arceus looks to you, telepathically speaking to you, Thou has fulfilled seeking out all Pokémon in this very land. This challenge is but not an easy one. Thou have to face me as I am frenzied. Show me the skills thou withhold.

The challenge begins with you being equipped with balms to throw at Arceus as it proceeds with battling you. It took you a while to defeat it. You were worn down and wounded from when it struck you a few times. You kept getting back up for every time you blacked out, refusing to quit. It pleased Arceus that you didn’t give in.

So Arceus was now in your possession. You exited the void, but you were feeling weak all over. Your head was throbbing; vision blurring; body numbing. You fell to the ground. The one thing Arceus least expected: you had died.

Meanwhile in the Crimson Mirelands, in his hut, Adaman was having a nightmare. He hadn’t slept too well since hearing you were almost killed by Volo and Giratina. He was awakened by Dialga’s voice in his head, Adaman!

Adaman shrieked and fell out of bed. He quickly stood up. “What!? What is it!?” he asked in panic. Dialga’s voice continues, Hardship has occurred. Pain and grief. (Y/N) has fallen.

Your name being mentioned made Adaman’s ears perk up. “‘Fallen’?” he repeats, wondering what Dialga meant. (Y/N) has died at the Temple of Sinnoh. Adaman’s heart sank. “No!” he snaps. He puts on his shoes and haori and rushes out of his hut to head to the highlands.

“No! No! No!!! She couldn’t have!” he was panicking as he was running. He stumbles upon Wyrdeer; the one Mai sees to. “Wyrdeer,” he says, “take me to the peak of Coronet Highlands! Quick!” Wyrdeer nods and let’s Adaman mount his back, then they set off to Coronet Highlands.

Your body had been laying there for quite a while; eyes left open. Adaman and Wyrdeer approached the Temple of Sinnoh to find you there. He dismounted Wyrdeer and went to your side. He had tears in his eyes the second he saw you. He knelt down to you to roll your body on your back.

That’s when he sees your face; he sees your eyes still opened. It was just too much for him to handle. He quickly stood up to lean over the side of the dais and throw up. Seeing his little sweetheart laying there dead really traumatized him.

You see darkness all around you. Your body no longer hurting; no wounds around your body; no numbness or throbbing. “Huh? What happened? Where am I?” you wondered. You hear Dialga talk to you. Your fight with Arceus caused you to perish. But you will not be dead for long. Adaman is there with you, begging for your revival. Your time is not now. I requested Arceus to give you a second chance of living. You will wake up in Adaman’s arms.

Adaman held you close and wept. He felt he had lost you forever. “(Y/N),” he sobbed, giving your cold lips a soft kiss, not caring if his breath smelled of vomit, “I…I don’t want you to go. Please come back! Please! Don’t leave me!” His sobs were broken; his tears dripping in your opened eyes. He then lowers his head to your chest. He had been begging for you to revive. He was miserable without you. He loved you.

Just then, your wounds healed up and the throbbing in your head subsided along with the numbness in your body. Your heart was beating again and you were breathing again. You blinked; you put your arms around the crying man. Adaman stops crying when realizing you had come back to life. He pulls away to see you; his face was wet with his tears.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke. You put a hand up to his face and wipe his tears away with your thumb. You smiled at him. “Hi, Adaman.” you said. That made Adaman smile and hug you tighter. He whined a little. Though while being hugged, you smelled something awful.

“What smells like puke?” you asked. “Sorry,” Adaman said, “I got a little sick. I was scared.” You thought nothing else of it and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry this happened.” you said.

Adaman also kissed you on the cheek. “It wasn’t your doing,” he said, “but I’m just glad you’re alive again.”

You both sat there in each other’s arms for a while until you both went home to the settlement.

💕💕💕

[konig-is-bbygrl]

“And I Will Cherish It Forever” Konig x GN! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, anxious Konig, one brief description of you being shorter than Ghost, Google translate German, ANGST

Note: I am so sorry for any weird formatting. Tumblr desktop is weird

Tags: @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

Word Count: 3.1k

Dating in adulthood was never easy. Military jobs made it even harder. This was something König had found out a long time ago. His career prevented really any secure attachments with romantic partners. The constant moving and the harsh reality of his career made prospective partners hesitant to get close to him. He had his own reservations about bringing someone into his hectic, wild world. About letting someone in. Showing them what lies beneath his sniper hood and grease paints.

König’s damaged mind became too much for any past partners he did manage to get close to. His chosen career path left him with many scars, physical as well as mental. The scars that webbed across his muscled body similarly made their way across his mind, leaving pain in their wake. Many people did not have the stomach for such pain. That was until he met you. A person who could handle the pain that plagued his mind. The night terrors that shook his body awake each night. The anxiety that took over his conscious and unconscious mind. You weren’t afraid of him or his scars. Rather, you had taken to help him through the pain in his mind. Through fear. 

Leave was rare for Task Force 141, especially longer stints of leave. However, it was to be cherished when it did happen. When Price informed the unit that they would be taking a month-long leave from missions, König’s heart soared. An extended leave meant he would be able to finally go home and see you. After long stints of missions, he would begin to grow restless for your touch. Sleep would end up being rare for him to find. A luxury he could not squander. The only thing that could get him to sleep while enduring long missions was pure exhaustion. He would only be brought down by forces outside of himself. 

“We’re getting leave,” Price told them. “A month. So make your arrangements.” 

Suddenly, everyone was on their phones, talking to family or relations to get things set up. König immediately texted you. 

König: Mein Leibling, I will be getting a month's leave, starting this weekend! :)

Mein Hase: That’s wonderful! I’ll be there to get you, bright and early, so be ready!

The message from you made his heart leap into his chest. How long had he been gone from you? Four months? Five? After a while, the time of the two of you being apart got lost in the shuffle. Long stints of separation seemed like forever. Endless missions and orders from agencies drew his focus from the distance and time apart. 

At the end of the week, König was a ball of nervous energy. He always was when you picked him up from the base. His eyes searched the parking lot desperately for your vehicle. He scanned every parking space until his eyes locked on your car. Slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, he took off in a brisk walk that eventually morphed into a jog. He rushed to your car.

Upon seeing him, you opened the door and got out. “König!”

As soon as you were within arms reach, he was on you. His arms wound themselves tightly around your waist, squeezing you tightly to his chest. His heart thumped against his ribs almost painfully. 

“Oh Mein Liebling,” he whispered against your head. “I’ve missed you so much.”

As he spoke lowly, his voice caught in his throat. He was just barely holding onto his composure. His militant strength. The large man released you hesitantly. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart. Let’s go home.” You smiled brightly up at him.

That smile was so sweet. It gave him hope. It lit up his world from the inside out. That smile carried him through the darkest days, the loudest explosions, and the most traumatic battles. 

Climbing into your car, König was content with the silence between you. It was commonplace between the pair of you to not talk about what he had encountered. Rather, he would listen to you ramble on about all the things you had done while he was away. Anything. The cute dogs you saw at the park, the movies you saw, the new music you listened to. König was happy to sit and listen to you talk. After a short while, you rolled up to the house.

The sight of the house brought comfort to his bones. A feeling of safety washed over him like a tidal wave. He could feel his body begin to relax already. The pair of you got out of the car and went inside. Upon entering, the relaxation seeped deeper into his skin. The smell of your soap lingering throughout, the soft light seeping in from behind the sheer curtains, the familiar creeks and groans of an old building. König nearly fell to his knees in relief. 

Your hand came to settle on his chest, grounding him. “C’mon, big guy. Let’s get you settled. I was thinking of making that baked Mac and cheese you like for dinner.”

After a long, hot shower in his own home, he came into the kitchen, where you were making dinner. He had scrubbed his skin raw, trying to wash away the things he had seen. The things he had done. The lives he had taken. As the dirt and grease paint washed down the drain, his mind wandered away from the battlefield and back home.

“Mmm, that smells wonderful. Finally, some food that isn’t MRE’s or Price’s terrible cooking,” He chuckled fondly, his now exposed lips pressing into your shoulder.

His large hands found your waist, squeezing you gently. He pressed himself into your back, watching as you cooked dinner. He continued to hover around you, reaching for things for you, even if you could have easily gotten them yourself. Frankly, he was under your feet. Although, he was normally like this after long tours. You didn’t mind.

Placing the dish in the oven to bake, you turned to König. “I’ve taken up making bracelets again!”

“Did you?” He asked inquisitively.

You showed off the bracelet around your wrist, made of several different colors of embroidery threads. Gingerly, his hand met your wrist, turning it over to inspect the bracelet. His fingers traced the pattern of knots and ties that made up the bracelet. 

“I could make you one!” You offered excitedly.

Your excitement made him smile. “I would love one. I will wear it like a good luck charm on the battlefield. Keep me safer than any armor.”

You chatted over dinner, talking about anything the two of you could think of. The topics ranged from sports games to stupid jokes Ghost had told over the comms during the missions. You talked and talked until a yawn breached your lips.

“Come, Mein Hase, I believe it is time for bed,” He moved to your side of the table, gently taking you into his arms and lifting you.

König, with his massive size and strength, carried you to the bedroom, where he gingerly laid you down on the plush bed. Your arms wound tightly around his neck, begging him to lay with you. He acquiesced your silent demand, laying in the bed next to you. His hand very quickly found your neck and hair, stroking gently. His touch soothed you into the sweetest sleep you’d had since he’d left.

He would lie awake for a few more hours, just watching your chest rise and fall. Periodically, he would touch your hair or your hand, just feeling you under his fingertips. You sustained him. You gave him a reason to stay alive. There was nothing more dangerous than a soldier with nothing to lose. For the longest time, he didn’t have anything to lose. But now he did. Now he had a reason to want to walk off the battlefield. 

The rest of the leave went on like this. Homecooked meals, hot showers, time spent together, both in the bedroom and out. The month felt all too short. Before either of you was ready, you were driving him back to the base. The car ride there was silent, but not a comfortable kind of silence. The kind of silence that suffocated both of them. Unspoken words floated between them.

You parked your car in a spot at the back of the parking lot. Turning in your seat, you looked at him. He had donned his sniper mask before leaving the house. Your eyes bore into his own. 

“I uh, made you something,” You spoke softly to him.

In your hand, you held a bracelet, big enough to fit König’s enormous wrist. His eyes wrinkled behind his mask, indicating a smile. He held out his hand for it.

“The perfect good luck charm,” he mumbled as he put it on his wrist. “There, how does it look?”

“It looks perfect,” You smiled wetly.

“Oh, Mein Hase, please don’t cry. You know I don’t like it when you cry.”

His hand held yours tightly. A squeeze communicating a silent promise to return to you. Like he always does. After a few more quiet moments together, you walked him to the gate of the base. Standing before the gate, he lifted his sniper mask just above his lips to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. His hand found the small of your back, and yours found the back of his neck through the hood. For a few short moments, you felt whole. You felt complete. Before he was pulled from you once again.

Reluctantly, he pulled his lips from yours and lowered his sniper hood. When the hood was over his face, he wasn’t your caring and adoring boyfriend. He wasn’t the lover that worshipped the ground you walked on. No, that man had been replaced with a ruthless, cold-blooded killer. A man who spoke in hushed tones over the comms to his teammates as he ended the lives of his enemies.

You parted ways, him to the barracks to get settled and you to your vehicle for the drive home. Immediately, König was given his next assignment. There were some high-profile targets needing to be taken out in a faraway country. He really didn’t listen in the briefing. His mind kept wandering back to you. Your smile, your smell, your kind hands on his face, the way you calmed his nightmares. His hand moved to his newly adorned wrist. He began twisting the bracelet nervously. 

The next morning, they left for the location of their next mission. Once again, König was distracted and nervous.

“König, pay attention, mate,” Soap spoke, forcing him out of his thoughts.

“J-Ja, uh, sorry. I’ve been a bit…distracted.”

“Just stay focused,” The other man placed a gentle hand on his large shoulder.

König fought hard to stay focused for the rest of the mission. It was simple. Get in, eliminate the designated targets, and get out. What the team hadn’t accounted for was the number of guards surrounding the targets. The area around the building was teeming with hired muscle, making a good vantage point difficult. Eventually settling on a building across from their main target, König settled at the front window.

“In position,” he muttered into his comm.

His eyes stayed trained on the building, waiting and watching. What he didn’t know was the building he stood in was rigged to blow. He could hear a ticking noise, deeper in the building.

“Scheiße! Ghost! The building is rigged!” He called into the comm, panicked energy flooding his body.

“Get out, now.” Ghost’s low baritone rumbled firmly.

König ran from the building mere seconds before it burst into flames and destruction. The outward force shoved König to the ground. The heat from the building singed his pant leg, burning his skin. His mind began to go hazy, a fog resting over him. Pain crept like a vine from his calf to his shoulder. Shrapnel had pierced his back and legs, blood pouring from the wounds.

His mind swam. Where were Ghost and Soap? Did they have evac coming? The ringing in his ears prevented him from registering the voices of his teammates through the comms. He looked at his hands, bloody from being thrown down by the explosion. The bracelet you made him stuck out from his sleeve. A silent reminder of the promise he had made to you, a promise to return to you. It was his good luck charm. No, no he couldn’t succumb to the darkness surrounding his vision.

Despite his pain, he climbed up to his knees. A groan ripped from his throat at the pain in his back and legs. Silently, he began to pray to whatever god would listen to a killer like him. Please, please give me strength. I need to get back. I made a promise.

However, even in his prayers, he collapsed once again. His vision swam and the darkness on the fringes of his vision began to encroach closer, threatening to overtake him. As he watched the sky above him, a familiar skull mask came into his view. The voice of his Lieutenant was just barely audible, commanding him to stay awake, that MedEvac was coming. The call of sleep was too much for König’s heavy eyes to handle. It overwhelmed him and dragged him down.

When he came to, a beeping drew him from a deep slumber. The next thing to register was the pain. A deep pain in his muscles. Prying his eyes open, more of his world began to process. The white walls, uncomfortable bed, incessant beeping of machines, and your voice carrying above it all. 

“-your job! I can’t believe you, Ghost! As a lieutenant, your job is to keep him safe! And yet he was put in a rigged building? What is wrong with you?”

You sounded angry. Gods, did you sound angry. Forcing his head to turn, he saw three silhouettes. A tall, muscular one belonging to Ghost being shouted and pointed at by a shorter one, yours, and a third, thinner silhouette belonging to Soap. Soap placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Lass, take a breath. None of us knew the building was rigged. If we did, we wouldn’t have sent him in. I know you’re worried, but being angry isn’t waking him up any sooner.”

His calming tone appeared to soothe you, your voice falling quiet. You spoke again.

“Oh, Johnny…” you whimpered. “I’m so worried. You heard what the doctors said. Burns, lacerations, shrapnel close to his spinal cord. They pulled him off the medication a week ago and he’s still out. What if…” your voice failed in your throat. 

König’s hands itched to hold yours. To comfort you and tell you that it was all okay. When he tried to speak, his throat felt tight. Forcing his heavy, aching body to move, he put his legs over the side of the bed. Bandages covered both his shins and calves. You had mentioned burns. He stood, but his knees shook beneath him. The machines he was hooked to began beeping, shouting at him to get back in bed. 

He simply ignored the loud beeping and the pain in his body. Clutching the bed frame, he took a step, only for his knees to fail him and hit the ground. His eyes shifted to where he had seen your shadow. You were gone, all three of you were gone. 

“N-No, w-where-” he tried to speak.

Gentle hands grabbed his shoulders. He swung his arm towards whoever the hand belonged to. “König!”

His head whipped around. You were there. Right there. He reached out to you but was pulled to the bed by two sets of strong, firm hands. Ghost and Soap eased him back into the hospital bed.

“Mein Liebling, please, please come here,” his raspy voice pleaded.

You stepped forward. “I’m here, König, I’m here. You need to lie still. You got badly hurt on the mission.”

The moment you were within arms reach, his hands were on yours, tugging you close to him. He held you tightly to his chest, whispering sweet nothings in German into your hair. He held your face between his hands, observing you. Your eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed. You had been crying. His eyes moved to look at your hands. Your fingertips were bitten and picked, a few having bandaids covering them.

“Oh, Mein Hase, what have you done to yourself? Have you not been caring for yourself?” He asked, soft eyes staring at you through the sniper mask you had suggested the doctors put on.

“König, you’ve been asleep for three weeks. I couldn’t eat, and I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything but hope you’d wake up soon,” Your eyes began to water. “No, no, no tears Mein Leibe, please. My heart can’t take it,” he pleaded, his hands shifting to hold your face.

For a long moment, he just held you as you sobbed into his chest. As you clutched him. Ghost and Soap watched the scene until they had to interrupt.

“König. You’re back on the base. You’ll be here in the infirmary for a while while you recover. Then you’ll be taking a long medical leave,” Soap explained to the large man gently.

König nodded pensively. A long leave sounded nice, but he knew the road to that leave would be painful. He was right. For the next month, he had to deal with tests and therapies, needles, and medications. Your presence was the only thing that kept him sane during the long recovery.

Eventually, he was able to leave. He was able to return home.

“Easy, easy. Just take it slow,” You whispered to him as you walked him to the car.

His arm was slung around your shoulder, your hand on his chest. His back was still sore and his legs still had their moments of weakness. You eased him into the car and shut the door before climbing into the driver’s side. Out of habit, König reached for his wrist to fidget with the knotted bracelet that previously adorned his wrist. It was gone.

“M-my bracelet!” He exclaimed, panic flooding him. “It's gone!”

You immediately shifted in your seat to soothe him. “König, darling, the field medics had to remove it when they took off your clothes to stabilize you. They cut it. It got thrown out with the rest of your tactical gear.”

The phrase “thrown out” brought tears to his eyes. That bracelet kept him going during the mission and kept his nerves calm while watching enemies through the scope of his rifle. 

“We can make you another one when we get home. I will show you how. I promise,” you reached over and held his hand. He brought your hand to his lips. “Thank you, thank you.”

The pair of you drove to your home, ready to heal, together.

[holydrakes]

The way the Soma development got framed each time like:

1.) 1st chapter, their nature is established with 'cool guys don't cheat on their partners'

2.) They pass the test with Stein because eventhough their differences made them kind of a trainwreck of a pair, Soul kept to his word that as long as he's alive he will only let people touch Maka over his dead body.

3.) Maka's most painful and traumatizing moment is when this nature of his finally went horribly right and he really nearly died protecting her.

4.) Their biggest fight that almost screws them over is how they absolutely hate seeing the other get hurt and wants to be the one protecting the other.

5.) Soul kept the whole black blood thing from Maka because he was dead scared it will take her down with him.

6.) They got over the whole black blood thing with a snazzy little dance (that was teased before) for some reason.

7.) Soul saves Maka from the clown's influence by gently reminding her of her courage while their souls are literally connected in the heat of the battle.

8.) Soul used Maka as the reason why he should focus on moving forward and become stronger. That he's more than just his insecurities

9.) They fought over wings designs by arguing if angel is a fitting petname for Maka as if they're no different to a couple highschool sweethearts.

10.) Once again Maka seemed to treat the nature of their relationship as being somewhat no different to a romantic relationship and that seeing that there might be other girls that can get him more absolutely wrecks her. Ironically, Soul actually integrates Maka into the unique musical identity he was trying so hard to develop, and that's why she's special to him.

11.) As time goes and it became clear they both value each other to pieces they started holding hands and be more touchy-feely.