#but he's still defiant

[ohitslen]

Uni AU where Kni and Vash have an argument and Kni is like “so what? Are you just gonna walk away from the issue???” And Vash just goes “YEAH ACTUALLY I AM” and just walks out of the house and leave Kni there sooo bewildered

Vash drives to his house and feels so accomplished and good about standing up to Kni and then cries inconsolably on the living room floor where Wolfwood finds him and lays down in there with him while he scrolls through his phone. He says nothing until Vash has let it all out and they go to buy burgers and eat them on the sidewalk

[dee-snut]

My Pc(1) Vincent/Vinny!! Cowboy gambling addict his ass is getting sent to prison dawg

[beatcroc]

Ever think about joining Team Dark? I hear they have another Eggman created robot that wants him dead.

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[sga-mcshep-4ever]

"You okay, Dr. Gall?" "I get motion sickness." "These things have inertial dampeners. You shouldn't feel a thing." "I-I know we're moving. That's enough for me." "Why'd you choose this guy for the mission?" "Brendan's the one who discovered the Lagrangian Point satellite was out here. Elizabeth felt he should see it for himself." "Don't let go of the controls!" "Snapping doesn't help!" "This is why parents get someone else to teach their kids how to drive." "I am both insulted and touched by that." "Oh my God."

[potatopassenger]

Usopp standing up for Luffy's dream

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 141

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[timestillstands]

Motherfuckers you are NOT ready for my punk metalhead Sun agenda I'm pushing.

[cardinalfirefly]

And here we have a visual depiction of younger sibling energy as the otherwise sulky man in yellow is parroted by his brat of a brother in blue.

[dw-flagler]

i like dragon and i like defiant. i even think a dragon/defiant pairing is narratively interesting and makes for a unique dynamic that you don't see very often. but i still hate it.

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

ODO: Well, if you ask me, Captain Sisko let you off lightly. Sabotage, assaulting a Federation officer, attempting to incite war between the Federation and the Dominion.

GARAK: Yes, but my heart was in the right place.

siskarak textpost memes: 12/?

[kerryweaverlesbian]

The Winchester brothers? Oh I think you mean Sam Leahy and Dean Singer <3 I think their mom is Mary Campbell-Winchester so maybe that's where you got confused <3

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

OH. BTW. DUDE. i will probably b so busy for the next whatever amount of time & not have time or spoons 2 answer comments etc (ILY BTW. ur so nice 2 mee. :( ) but. I WOULD LOVE UR TERRIBLE HORRIBLE VIRION BACKSTORY IDEAS!!!!!!! eyes emoji..... i've been purposefully leaving all of their backstories & everything but the specific trigger event very vague bc i wanna bounce it back n forth with u. so. terrible fucked up nhw ant laser????? 👉��

YES OK. OK ok so ive been distracted and have not fully thought any of this out so this is ENTIRELT gonna be disjointed random thoughts I got solely from that one little bit in the fic HOWEVER. it's mostly about virions dad + the greats. hear me out. pain and suffering upon virion sol

(putting this under a cut for vyncent backstory spoilers . whiskey i know you're not there yet but you're CLOSE. just in case though)

SO LIIKKE. the way I understand his backstory in pd. his dad was the leader of (?) the adventuring party w the greats. vyncent followed them on one adventure when he wasnt supposed to/they didnt know he was there until too late. he watched his dad betray them to get some sort of power from the lich and the whole. portal brain fusion thing happened and his dad got turned into the phylactery. you know this.

TURNING THIS INTO NHW from what you've already said about the greats. they were an independent hero team probably in another place. his dad was still like. maybe the leader ? but they were all friends n stuff, so virion as a kid just knew them as Dad's Cool Friends or the way I like to think abt it . like how sometimes ur parents have friends that you call aunt/uncle even when you're not related. whatever. so he super looked up to them and wanted to be like them when he grew up u know like kid stuff!!!!!!!!!! he sneaks out to follow them on some sort of patrol/mission or whatever. and watches his dad betray/kill the other greats.

THIS IS WHWRE. I AM LESS CONFIDENT. but now that I fucking know that capes can CHANGE THEIR NAME AND IDENTITY APPARENTLY. (fucking glaring at defiant) unless u have plans to make the lich an actual character. what if his dad's new . villain name or whatever is the lich. or something. narrative OHHHHH SHIT moment. either that or the lich is an actual separate character who is a villain who caused the betrayal through some sort of promise of power or mind control. maybe he's like their nemesis or something. I DUNNO. HOW ARE WE FEELING. IS THIS NOTJING. Just like !!! that one line about his dad being a murderer and knowing the greats are dead made me immediately go OH NO THOSE TWO THINGS ARE CONNECTED. UH OH!!!!!!!

[yellowworm]

I think my favourite part of worm is in Triumph’s interlude where Armsmaster shows up as defiant for the first time and Triumph is just there like "Is that… he kinda looks like Armsmaster?? Is no one going to mention this???" And everyone is just like "Nope. Definitely not Armsmaster. Never seen this guy before!" and I feel like this scene isn’t talked about enough

[befuddled-calico-whump]

i dare you to write a drabble or something based off of that dream

Dare accepted. (the aforementioned dream)

cw: beating, broken bones, mean friends (lol)

"Why can't I go with you?" Even as the question passed his lips, Romulus knew how stupid it was to ask.

He wasn't the newest member of the Order of Ruin, and he sure as hell wasn't the weakest. He'd even wager he was the Order's best mage; at the very least their best evocationalist. But none of that changed the fact that he was the grandson of a lord. Even disinherited, his education had been the best money could buy, and his surname granted him a facade of respect in most cities, at least until people figured out who he was working with these days.

"Six people's already pushing it. Seven would be damn near impossible," the leader of their little group, Meryn, said in reply, not even glancing back at him. She was sat on a fallen log, shaping a wrist-thick oak branch with a dagger. "Besides, I have a job for you."

"Oh?" Rom cocked his head, feigning interest, though he was already wary. Only the gods could've counted the number of pointless details he'd been sent on, seemingly for no other reason but to temporarily get rid of him. "What kind of job?"

"Infiltrating Dusken Keep is only half the work," she said, a sliver of bark taking flight as she made a rapid slice down the branch. "We still need to get Sir Gilean and his merry band of nitwits to show up."

"I take it that's where I come in." It sounded useful at least, and even had the potential to be fun. If he played his cards right, maybe he could impress the rest of the team, and the Order would stop letting his talents go to waste. "What were you thinking? I could cut off the roads. Start a storm. Herd them towards the keep and force them to take shelter. Or--"

"No," Meryn cut him off. "They've overcome obstacles before, and I don't like our odds of facing them head-on. The only way to defeat Gilean is by springing a trap on him. " She cast a smile over her shoulder. "And you'll be the bait."

Naturally. Rom couldn't quite hide the scowl that darkened his features. "I see."

"Oh don't look so upset, Hart. Your role is essential."

"What am I to do?" Rom snapped. "Wave my arms, fire a few lightning bolts at the sky, and hope they'll chase me all the way to Dusken?"

"I had something smarter in mind." At last, she spun fully around. Good. If she was hell-bent on giving him stupid orders, she should at least have the decency to look him in the eye throughout.

"You'll guide them there personally," she said, "and ensure they don't veer off course."

"Guide them? You don't think they'll recognize me?"

Meryn rolled her eyes. "Not everyone knows or cares who you are, Hart."

"Gilean's seen my face. He knows I'm with the Order," Rom protested.

"So you'll tell him you've had a change of heart." She sheathed her blade, flicking a residual chunk of bark off the makeshift club in her lap. "That you've 'seen the error of your ways', and wish to redeem yourself by leading him to a secret meeting at Dusken Keep."

Not only did she want him as bait, she wanted him to play a traitor. The insult wasn't lost on him. "I'd never betray the Order," he said indignantly. "Even someone as thick as Gilean will see right through that lie."

The corner of Meryn's mouth quirked up. "You're right. He'll never fall for it, not unless you've dressed the part."

Before he could ask what she meant, the newly-carved club struck him in the stomach. Rom doubled over, more surprised than anything else, and dumbly remained there as Meryn cracked a second blow into his ribcage.

In his peripheral, he could see the rest of his teammates emerging from the treeline, surrounding him, but by then his initial shock had worn off. The incantation for a shielding ward was on his lips; the familiar buzz of lightning sprung to his fingertips---

"I thought you'd never betray the Order."

---and immediately fizzled out. Damn it all, this was how it was going to be? He could fight back. He knew he stood a chance, even six to one, but he also knew that was what Meryn wanted. One blow, one move in self-defense, and she'd have a reason to kick him out. The only way to avoid that, to prove all of them wrong, to show that he was serious, that he belonged here, was to shut up and take it.

So Rom did.

As the blows hit him in a flurry---the unskilled kicks and jabs of the mages, the sharper punches from the group's muscle, the bone-cracking swings from Meryn's club---all Rom did was try to protect his face and not bite off his own damn tongue.

Even when he dropped to his knees, then to his side, curling up to protect his abdomen, the attacks didn't cease. The world was a blur of boots. A haze of pain, spiking white-hot whenever someone scored a lucky hit and he felt something break or give in a way it shouldn't.

The beating went on beyond logic, zipping right past 'because it'll look more believable', right into 'because we hate you'. Rom tried to pretend the tears distorting his vision were only because of his probably-broken nose, and dully wondered if a real betrayal was part of their plan. If they wanted him to call it quits and actively turn against the Order. Hell if he would. He wouldn't give up so easily, he'd show them--

"Enough." Meryn's voice rang out above the soft thuds of boot on flesh, and for a moment the clearing was quiet, the only sound Rom's shuddering gasps.

He whimpered through clenched teeth, aware of every inch of himself, how the pain throbbed like an uneven heartbeat, how it drove spikes through his chest with every breath.

Meryn's fingers tangled themselves in his hair, forcing his head up. Not gentle, but not overly rough either. Rom tried to hold her stare, but the world spun around him.

"There. Think that's enough to fool him?" she said, still half out of breath.

Rom didn't try to answer. He knew anything he managed to say wouldn't be coherent anyway.

"Gilean's party will be traveling through these parts in a day or so," Meryn said, releasing him. He didn't have the strength to hold himself up, and went face-first into a cluster of dead leaves.

A day or so. Gods, was she just going to leave him here? Was he supposed to drag himself through the woods, calling for help until Gilean maybe stumbled upon him?

She must've wanted him to protest. To give up, to go home. To cry, and beg her not to make him do this.

But he wouldn't. He'd show her, show them. Romulus Hart was worthy of the Order of Ruin.

When he said nothing, Meryn shrugged. "Well. You know the plan. Bring them to Dusken Keep. We'll be waiting."

Her boots crunched over dead leaves as she walked away, leaving him alone.