#he joined the military to protect his brother and then his brother died

[probablycatastrophic]

KALADIN SWEEP

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Bonus because it needed the above context:

[mysticdreamdrafts]

Chris Redfield | Husband Headcanons

im in love with this man idk so I wanted to yell about him lol 

Chris is the type a guy who married you early on, fight me on it. That “I know we’re teens but I love you” sorta thing, ya know? Maybe y’all were high school sweethearts and just the love was real.  Maybe ya met in the military and fell for one another. Either way, it worked. Y’all stayed together and it just never died out. 

So here’s some (PRE-TRAUMA BECAUSE LORDY) hubby headcanons I think about for Chris Redfield: -Golden Retriever Hubby  -Actually really bad about remembering important dates, but will make it up to you no matter what -And like look at that face can you stay mad at him? No- -Because he doesn’t remember dates very well, prepare for random gifts literally all the time -“Happy Monday here’s some flowers because I wanted you to have them” -Breakfast in bed kinda guy -Can actually cook HELLLLLLLA well -Actually shocked you but then you remembered he’s the older brother  -Full belly laughs  -I’m talkin’ head falls back and eyes squeezed shut sorta laugh -It can make car alarms go off lmfao -Claire isn’t a fan, but you can’t help but join him when he laughs  -Protective -Very protective -He is confident you can take care of yourself, but he knows how harsh the world can be  -He doesn’t know what he would do if anything were to happen to you -We’ve seen how he cares so much about his friends. His sister. Now imagine you?? Man oh man -It can be a bit insufferable  -I imagine it would be the source of some arguments. It feels like he doesn’t trust you all the time, but that isn’t it. -It’s the world he doesn’t trust -He is stubborn too, but he’ll apologize first if he knows he’s in the wrong or being too much  -Apology kisses -Apology letters   -After an argument, be ready for a bit of silent treatment in the house. He believes time away to think about things before coming back to talk is healthy so that you don’t just both end up getting heated for nothing or say something neither of you mean -But afterward, oooo buddy he’s all about conversation -like it might take a bit to get there because he is HARD HEADED, but after he realizes your points and maybe he’s being a lil ✨extra ✨ he’ll wanna talk about being better -bad at taking photos -like a whole lotta headroom, weird angles, and atrocious mid-blink snapshots -like Chris, pls for the love of god what is wrong with you lol -lets you shave his face, he feels it’s very intimate and he loves to watch your focus face -he’ll wash your hair if you let him -hell, he’ll pamper you always -but there’s something about learning your hair type, finding out what you like, how to oil your hair, take care of you that just means a lot to him

That’s all I have for now but I’ll yell more about him later

If y’all want a NSFW version lemme know and maybe i’lllllllllll idkkkkk heeheeeeeeee~ (imma do it lol)

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Russell Shaw & Daughter!reader headcannons

Requested by Anonymous

(I included a bunch of gifs because why not)

- Your mom isn’t in the picture; either she died or it was just some one-night stand, but either way Russell is on his own

- He’s a flirt, and a really bad one at that, but he tries to keep it to a minimum around you (mostly because you make fun of his pick up lines)

- On top of his pick up lines, you also make fun of his eating habits (because sriracha on fries is a crime)

- He doesn’t like help for anything, generally—he thinks he can do it all himself. But if you need help, he’s always right there.

- No, but really he will take no help for anything. He’s literally come home shot before, and the only time he let you patch him up was when the wound was on his shoulder, and his half a dozen attempts to stitch it up failed. He didn’t flinch once the whole time, assuring you that he was fine and even apologizing for “making” you clean him up (even though you all but had to beg him to let you help).

- He doesn’t want to be anything like his parents—he thought his dad was crazy, and his mom all but kicked him out after his father mysteriously died. Russell wants to be better for you.

- He’s still a military man, though, so he can be prone to tough love sometimes.

- He teaches you some basic self defense, but nothing too serious, and he won’t let you touch his guns. You’re not sure if it’s because of all the crap his dad made him learn, or because of his military history, but it doesn’t really matter—when he makes up his mind on something, it’s impossible to argue. He’s determined that you don’t need to learn what he knows—he can protect you just fine on his own, and he does.

- He never had much family connection after his dad died—he joined the military and was too scared to look back—so he’s very protective of the only family he really knows; you.

- He gets into trouble sometimes working freelance jobs (being ex special ops comes with a certain set of skills, as well as a tendency to get bored of civilian life), and when he‘s in danger or working you usually get shipped off to stay with one of his old army buddies. Your life is full of motels, long car rides, shell-shocked soldiers and their families, and sometimes weeks without seeing your dad; but you know it’s just because he wants you safe.

- “I’ll see you when I see you,” is what he says every time he leaves, and no matter how many times you hear it, it still makes your heart sink every time.

- You’re well travelled—Russell likes overseas jobs, and when they don’t seem dangerous he lets you tag along.

- When he’s home, he is (or tries to be) 100% there. He doesn’t want you to see the soldier side of him, which usually means he’s in denial about his feelings.

- He is annoyingly observant—if something’s wrong, he’ll see it immediately, and he won’t let it go until he knows what’s on your mind.

- He’s soft-spoken, especially around you—he isn’t quick to snap, and he isn’t one to yell either. Actually, it’s when he gets real quiet that you know you’re in trouble.

- When he tries to reunite with Colter, he doesn’t bring you. He says it’s because they’re gonna look for a missing friend, and it’s dangerous, but you know it’s at least partly because he’s scared. He doesn’t know what Colter will say, or if he’ll forgive him, and he’s not ready to bring you into the mix just yet.

- If you ever get caught in the crossfire (threatened or kidnapped) on one of his jobs, he goes full soldier mode, and everyone better get out of his way. He won’t listen to threats, reason, or even his brother—he’s gonna get you back, and he’s gonna do it his way. No matter what.

- You’ve seen him go full soldier exactly once—when you got kidnapped, and he had to save you. You’d never seen that side of him, and it was the most terrifying thing you’d ever seen. But you weren’t scared of him; you knew he’d never direct that side of him at you. But you were definitely scared for the kidnappers.

- The difference between how he talks to you and how he talks to Colter is astronomical—you watched him after he saved Colter from kidnappers one time, and he bragged about it for weeks, sometimes calling up his little brother just to gloat. The time he had to save you from kidnappers, though…

- He was gentle as a moth with you for days, all hovering and soft words and assurances that you were safe. He apologized to you what felt like a hundred times. He blamed himself for putting you in danger. He watched you like a hawk, wouldn’t take a job for weeks, wouldn’t do anything until he was sure it would never happen again.

- You knew at least part of his gentleness was because he was worried that you were scared of him. You’d watched him shoot three people (in self defense—they would’ve shot him or you if he hadn’t shot first) point blank range in the face, and the anger rolling off of him was palpable. Then he’d turned his blood stained face to you, and saw something that shook him more than a job had for years; fear. The danger was gone, and all that was left was your father wielding the gun that had just killed three men, and you were scared. He had never dropped his gun faster, and the fear in your eyes quickly turned to relief, but it didn’t matter—Russell had still seen it, and it would haunt him for a long time.

- Of course he didn’t scare you—he was your dad, and he would die protecting you—but watching the man who made you waffles in the mornings blow away three men was jarring.

- But you let him do what he had to—you let him dote on you and stay home from work and hover over you—because it made you feel better, too; it made you feel safe.

- You started having nightmares after you got kidnapped, and Russell let you sleep in his bed. During those days, you noticed he had PTSD nightmares, too, so he would wake up in the middle of the night and just hold onto you. Even after you stopped having nightmares, you kept going to sleep in your dad’s bed—he thought he was protecting you from your nightmares, and you let him think that, because he would never accept your help if he knew that’s why you were doing it.

- He always tells you that one day he’s gonna get out of the life. That the two of you are gonna get a house, and he’s gonna open a brewery. But there always seems to be one more job, so you aren’t holding your breath. You know that he wants it, and that he’s trying to give up the dangerous life, so that’s enough for you.

- You don’t get to see him as much as you want, and the two of you had fought over it several times. But you saw how the arguments wore him down, and you saw how fidgety he got when he tried to settle down, and you saw how much the distance from you was killing him. You saw how he was tearing himself apart, trying to find a balance with what he needed, so at some point you stopped fighting him, and just decided to cherish every little moment you got with your dad.

Taglist (I know it’s not spn but it’s Jensen so…)

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I think two of the most important things about Jack Harkness, two things that inform almost everything he does and the choices he makes, are this: that he is a soldier NOT a leader, and that his entire life since childhood has been awash in survivor's guilt (and his whole existence after becoming immortal is an even more extreme version of survivor's guilt).

Jack is not a natural leader. He can think on the fly and he's good at getting people to listen to him, but he's not good at control, or at being objective. He's a natural second in command, he's a soldier. He was brought up to do what other people told him to, and to improvise if he had to (Time Agency, etc). But I really don't think he wants to be the leader of Torchwood. Unfortunately, everything about him means that he has to be. He knows from experience that others having control over him is dangerous, others knowing about his immortality while he's a subordinate to them is dangerous, and he also knows that his own immortality gives him an advantage as a leader. But I don't think he's good at leading. He tries to be. But he's fumbling along, in a time period he's not native to and a planet he's not native to and an unfathomable lifespan, and as charming as he is I think he's often not good with people. He's detached where he should be personal and emotional where he should be detached (or at least more level-headed). He's often too extreme or not harsh enough when it comes to things like discipline or dealing with the problems/traumas/mistakes of his employees or even civilians. He can't handle his employees seeing him uncertain/vulnerable and it makes for huge problems over and over again.

But all of this does make sense because I think in the back of Jack's mind there's always this wheel spinning, these gears turning and turning and calculating the impact and trauma each of his actions or decisions or the events around him are going to have on his own emotions for far longer than normal humans tend to consider. Because the catalyst for any part of the life we see him leading is survivor's guilt. He lost his father and his brother on the same day, joined the military and lost his best friend, joined the Time Agency and lost his memories (and maybe thinks he did something terrible). Then he died, and when Rose brought him back, he was all alone on the satellite with nothing but the corpses of the people who had fought beside him and zero explanation as to why he survived, and he had lost Rose and the Doctor besides. And then all his life on earth since, he has lost coworkers and lovers and civilians he tried and failed to save and probably also aliens he tried and failed to save. And I think by the time he becomes reluctant leader of Torchwood, every action is, whether conscious or subconscious, taken with the intent of minimizing that kind of trauma and the impact of loss.

Except that I think that the survivor's guilt has another layer to it, which is that feeling of needing to sacrifice or absolve himself in some way. No one else is willing to make the difficult decisions, no one else will move forward with the painful and unpleasant actions, even if there's no other way, even though they will someday perish and no longer see the ripples of their actions. But Jack - who cannot die, who must live with the guilt or the pain or the trauma of those actions and decisions for the rest of his very very very long life - is the one who realizes that he must take on those painful responsibilities and must do certain things even though they're terrible, because it ends up being the sacrifice of one over the whole world. And every single time, he's guilty about it, and that makes him want even more to sacrifice his own hurt for the grief and loss of others.

So it's this strange cycle of wanting to protect himself from hurt and from loss and from the survivor's guilt, but being driven by guilt towards painful and/or self-sacrificing actions. Which then makes him fear being seen as vulnerable or uncertain, and he struggles to do things on a smaller scale or in a more level-headed way, because he's not supposed to be leading like this, it's not something that comes naturally, and if he makes emotional connections by being a leader, he'll end up trapped in survivor's guilt yet again each time one of his employees or friends or lovers dies.

It's just a terrible cycle and he's trapped in it for the rest of his existence. Although if he really is the Face Of Boe, then I imagine at some point he eventually finds peace with it all or something, but I think so long as he has a human-form he's stuck with this cycle of leadership and loss and sacrifice and mistakes.

I think it's really important that Jack is not good at his job as a leader. He makes a ton of mistakes, he fucks up so much and his employees or even civilians end up collateral damage, whether physically or just emotionally. He wants to be a good leader, I think, and he's trying, but he's fallible, and he's a stranger in literally every sense, and I think a really big part of his character is that he constantly is forced to live in this bizarre dichotomy where he has to be both very distant and cold and detached, and also very emotional and intense and personal. And any other person would collapse under the stress of repeating that over and over and over again for decades, but he has to figure out how to navigate this weight as an infinite existence that can't ever collapse or let it burn him up and kill him.

[thatlovinfeelin]

Swan Song | Jake Hangman Seresin |

Carole Bradshaw was pregnant when Goose died. Newly pregnant, too early to even know. The pregnancy was hard, not just emotionally but physically. The birth was even harder, but in the end Carole was left with a beautiful baby girl. She had Goose’s eyes from the start, big and brown, just like her big brother Bradley. Her smile was contagious from the very beginning and soon she was growing into a beautiful young woman. 

Y/N was very close with her big brother Bradley. They were nearly inseparable. So when Bradley joined the Navy, it took everything to convince Y/N that she shouldn’t follow in his footsteps. She went to college nearby, and got her degree slowly but surely. And once it was all said and done, and Bradley had a permanent position at Miramar, Y/N joined him there. 

“C’mon! Just take me for one drink!” You begged your older brother, “You never let me meet any of your friends! Even Penny said you should let me come!”

“Penny needs to mind her own business,” Bradley grumbled, throwing on one of your dad’s old Hawaiian shirts. 

“No, Penny definitely needs to butt in more,” You argued, “She wants me to actually make friends here. Outside of the studio!” 

“You’re the one who decided to move here,” Bradley pointed out. 

“And you’re the one who keeps me virtually locked up here!” 

“It’s my job to protect you. None of the people I work with are worth knowing, anyway, aside from Phoenix maybe.”

“Great, so introduce me to Phoenix!” You begged. 

“One drink,” He held up one finger, eyebrows pinched tight. He wasn’t joking. You were his baby sister, it was his job to look after you and protect you from everyone and everything. Including everyone he worked with. 

He wasn’t even sure if the Daggers knew he had a little sister. Phoenix and Bob knew, because they were Phoenix and Bob. But the others had no idea, and Bradley planned on keeping it that way if he could help it. He wanted you to stay as far away from military men as you possibly could 

“Two,” You bargained. 

“Fine, then you’re coming home.”

“You have to play me one song too,” You said firmly, “One round of Great Balls and I’ll be happy.”

“You have yourself a deal,” He sighed, “Now c’mon. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

You threw your arms up in victory and ran to go change quickly out of your leotard. Twenty minutes later, you were pulling into the parking lot of the famous Hard Deck. Another five minutes after that and you had a cocktail in your hands as you watched Brad mingle with various people in uniform. He hated wearing his uniform to the Hard Deck, he always came home to change first. 

“Penny, my dear, can I get another one?” A blonde asked, “Thanks darlin!” 

You rolled your eyes and took another sip. Once the blonde had his new bottle of beer he turned his attention to you, which you were hoping to avoid. You had watched him watching just about every girl in this bar. He seemed to know everyone, and know all of the girls. It made you want to be sick. 

“Now who might you be, sweetheart?” 

You eyed Penny, who not so casually eyed the bell by the corner of the bar top. You wanted to laugh knowing she’d ring this guy in an instant for you. All you had to do was say the word. 

“Not your type,” You replied, taking another sip, “Try the leggy blonde at the other end. She’s drooling over all of you patches.”

“I don’t think I want a tag chaser,” He replied, southern draw on full display, “What’s your name?”

You huffed before setting your cocktail down on the bar in front of you and turning slightly to face the man, “They call me Swan.”

“You a pilot?” He questioned, eyebrows raised. 

“No, just related to one. My uncles gave me my own callsign when I was a kid,” you weren’t sure why you were even telling him any of this. You really wanted to tell him to fuck off back to whatever backwoods hovel he came from. 

But there was something about the way he was looking at you that made you want to see a little more of him. His green eyes were intoxicating, and you were certain he used that to his advantage with all of the ladies. You didn’t want to be another notch on his bedpost. 

Yet, you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together as he brought the bottle to his lips. You did a quick survey of the bar to see if Brad was anywhere around, but he was engrossed in a game of pool with several other uniforms. Maybe you could have a bit of fun tonight. Just for this one time. 

“What do they call you?” You asked, leaning in a little further. 

“Hangman.”

Fuck. You knew that name. He worked directly with Bradley, and obviously he had no idea who you were, otherwise he wouldn’t be talking to you. If he knew he would probably be fending off the guy at the other end of the bar who wouldn’t stop eyeing you. 

“Well, Hangman,” You said leaning in a little closer, “Why don’t you buy me another drink?”

He smiled slowly and waved over one of the other bar tenders, Grace you think her name was, and then there was another drink in your hand. 

“So, what brings you here? Never seen you before,” Hangman asks over the music. 

“My brother and I live nearby, finally convinced him to bring me along with him tonight,” You replied simply. 

“Do you need your brother’s permission?” He playfully questioned. 

“I think you’ll find, Hangman, that I don’t need anyone’s permission to do anything.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

You drank the rest of your cocktail and slid off of the barstool, “Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes and find out.”

And that was the first time you fucked Jake Hangman Seresin. In the bathroom of the Hard Deck, while your brother and all of his friends were just feet away. Brad never found out though. Instead he marched his way over to the piano and started playing Great Balls the second you reappeared from the bathroom. You laughed and skipped over, sliding onto the bench next to him. 

Jake was a little confused, watching you cozy up to Bradley when he’d been balls deep inside of you just minutes before. He was seething when you leaned over and kissed Rooster’s cheek. He didn’t think you were one to be fast and loose with everyone. But maybe he was wrong. After all, he didn’t even know your real name. 

“Who’s that with Rooster?” He asked Phoenix through gritted teeth. 

“Uh, I think that’s his little sister,” She replied, “Y/N, but everyone calls her Swan.”

Fuck. Jake Hangman Seresin was fucked. Because he’d just fucked Bradshaw’s baby sister. The baby sister that he only mentioned in passing because he had a picture of her in his locker and in his plane. Jake joked one day  that she had to be a hell of a girl and Rooster let it slip, as if he didn’t even realize he’d said it. Maybe he didn’t. But Jake felt like he was going to be sick. 

Did you know who he was? 

When the music stopped Rooster came over to the Dagger group, you following closely behind him. You had a soft smile on your face as Bradley went around the group and introduced you. But when he got to Hangman you smile turned almost innocent, so much so it made Jake hard again just looking at you. You were smiling like you didn’t have his dick in your mouth, or so deep in your pussy that you kept saying you could feel him in your stomach. 

“Hangman, this is my baby sister,” Bradley grumbled, “Y/N, this is Jake. But we all call him Hangman.”

You smiled again and stuck out your hand, “Nice to meet you, you can call me Swan.” 

You were both very much fucked. Because all either one of you wanted to do was grab the other and continue what you started in the bathroom. All you wanted to do was kiss him silly in front of everyone, and then drag him to his no doubt, big pickup truck, and fuck him in it. Truth be told, that’s all Jake wanted to do too. 

“Nice to meet you, Swan.”

[fallenbaroness]

I wanna talk about Jacob Seed.

I think its impossible not be impressed by him during his presentation. He doesn't raised his voice all time, he dosent need that. His confidance is admirable. He knows he's right and don't care about makeing you believe on him: he knows you gona see for yourself sooner or later. I get fascinated by him.

You know, it would be too easy and kinda lazy just painted him as a tough brutalized military man. No, that's not suits Jacob. I was curious about understanding him.

According The Book Of Joseph, the eldest Seed brother took the most of the violence from their father, the Old Men Seed. But Jacob could handle that, after all, he is the bigest one and all he cares about is protecting his younger siblings. He despise his father for that, but he endure because of his brothers. Jacob know he could deal with all the beating, even Joseph could handle sometimes, but not the youngest one, not John. And when the violence of their father fall upon John, Jacob revide. And he got beaten even more.

You see, Jacob was the one who protects, the one who takes care. He is the one his brothers look for protection, care and affection. The one they look for love.

But all the bruises that the Old Man Seed left on the back of the young John call the atention of the teachers. And sooner, the three Seed brothers ended in a foster care.

It suposed to be the beginning of a normal life for them, filled with love and care.

But it was not.

The Seed brothers was adopted by a couple who wants workers to explore, nothing more. Not sons. And the world once again shows to the brothers his ugliest face. But this time, Jacob did something about: he sets the property of their foster family on fire.

Also, this time was diferent. This time the Seed brothers are separated from each other. Jacob ended in a juvenile center and later, his joined the military.

During his time in the army, Jacob see many horrors, many violence. But violence is something that Jacob knows how to deal with. After all, he grow up dealing with that every day. In the army, Jacob have been condecorated many times, he got respect and has his own group to leader. He becomes an major model of what a soldier should be. A war hero.

Until hes not.

Until Miller, his companion in army, colapse and Jacob have to take the most biggest decision of his life to keep going on. This and all the things he saw endende up breaking him completely. After all the bruises he accumulated, after have been burned during his service, his was discarted. Dismissed. He leave the army broken and traumatized. Jacob go to a veterans health center, but when he run out of money, they just left him in the streets.

Jacob was alone and broken. Not an expected ending to a war hero. They put in the record that Jacob has died and stop paying him. That's way his run off money and have to live in the streets. This is so fkng cruel.

When John and Joseph finally finds him, according The Book of Joseph, Jacob was in a shelter for homeless people, crying during his sleep, calling from his brothers. That is so heartbroken.

I mean, can you imagine Jacob Seed like that? When we saw him in the game, majestic, strong and confident, do you imagine him crying saying his brothers names?

Once Jacob was reunited with his siblings, he finds his purpose. He is the one who protects and he will guarantee that no one will ever separate them again.

Jacob is fascinating.

I find amazing that is he the one who play with our minds. The one who brainwashes us. Makes us his tool. Without raise his voice even once. And Jacob is so well constructed that during his trials, I find myself looking for his approval.

He is my favorite Seed.

I need to write about him.

[sircarrieart]

I finally made a family tree for the “cosmic/crystal” royal family.

Btw this is gonna be really long lol

So starting off at the top we have Starswirl, the founder and first king of the Crystal Empire. He settled in the Crystal Tundra along with a handful of other ponies and was made king after fighting off a horde of Windegos and creating a magical barrier to protect them from the weather and the Windegos. Aside from being the founder of the Crystal Empire, Starswirl was known for his powerful magical abilities and having two horns. He also established the first magic university where other unicorns could hope to train to become as strong as him.

Next is Sombra. Sombra was a student at the magic university and eventually became a professor. He was known for challenging traditional and made great strides in improving spells and creating new ones. He was able to make such advances because he was also studying dark magic. At one point he discovered Shades, a race of ponies similar to Windegos but moved within shadows instead of in the wind. Sombra made a Pact with one, fusing them together so he could become more powerful. When the Crystal Empire found out what he had done he was banished. Sombra roamed aimlessly until he found a run down town in what would become Canterlot. The town was struggling to survive due to the presence of dragons and the Everfree Forest. Using his stronger magic Sombra was able to fight off the dragons and make a similar barrier to the one in the Crystal Empire to protect the town, in exchange they made him King and the Equestrian Empire was created.

Onto the second row:

Crystal Shore was the heir to the Crystal Empire. She was well liked in the kingdom and was rumored to be as strong as Starswirl, taking up the duty of maintaining the barrier. However she died of mysterious circumstances before she could take up the throne and the duty was passed to her brother Night Light

Nightlight wasn't as strong as Crystal Shore and eventually married the eldest daughter of the Equestrian Empire, Falling Dusk, so she could help him maintain the barrier.

Falling Dusk was essentially the perfect Princess. She was empathetic, ambitious, and strong. She also had a knack for bringing people together and created an ambassador program way before she married into the Crystal Empire to encourage peace through the land.

Her younger sister Celestial Morning wasn’t as… nice as her older sister. She was always more focused on the safety of the kingdom, contributing a lot to the military as an advisor. She was never too keen on the ambassador program, even less so when her sister married into a foreign kingdom instead of staying to rule their’s. Ceslestia eventually came around when she realized they would be given access to the Magical University since she also has an interest in magical studies.

Their youngest sister, Lunar Eclipse, was always a very sickly pony having been down with a disease that stunted her magic and kept her weak. Not much is known about Luna since she was barely seen outside of the palace and died at a young age.

Now into the 3rd and final row!

Shining Armor was born not long after Night Light and Dusk got married. He was always interested in the protection of their kingdom ans decided on joining the military before taking up the throne. While in the military he met Cadance, a Pegasus General, and after butting heads for a while they eventually fell in love. Night and Dusk weren’t too happy that Shining wanted to marry Cadance instead of another noble but Shining was stubborn and they eventually allowed it.

And lastly we have Twilight Sparkle! Twilight has always been super into learning about magic and with her naturally strong magic she sensed up getting into the University at a young age. She doesn’t really care about potentially taking up the throne but since she’s Dusk’s direct heir and Shining is already expected to rule the Crystal Empire she’s first in line for the Equestrian throne.

[glittergoblinzz]

Imagine: Being Soap's Younger Sibling AFTER His Death

CW: Ghost being a cold bastard, slight angst, just a dumb drabble

very slight ghoap implication if you squint hard enough

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You're Johnny's younger sister/brother. Shit, you're the youngest child out of the MacTavish children. One day, you get the news that Johnny died in the middle of a mission.

He never introduced you to the boys, never wanted you to be part of what he did. He wanted to protect you, wanted you to have a normal life he never got to have

But no, of course not. You're too stubborn to listen to anyone, even your late older brother. You decide to join up with the SAS shortly after Johnny's passing. The same cousin who had pulled Johnny into the army pulled some strings, and along with your outstanding skills, you got placed into Task Force 141 several years after joining the military.

Price's eyes practically bulge out of his head when Laswell brings you in to introduce you to the team. You look so much like Johnny that it hurts....Got his bright blue eyes and a squeaky clean face that makes you look like you could do no wrong. Obviously, Price is extremely hesitant about letting you join the team with you being Soap's youngest sibling and with how much you look like his late Sergeant. He was worried how the rest of the team would react to you being there, especially Ghost.

Laswell eases his worries just enough to get Price to cave....and soon enough, you're standing in front of what was left of the squad.

You could see the deep pain in Gaz's eyes as he tried playing it off like nothing is wrong. He comes up to you and immediately pulls you into a huge hug....but Ghost? He just stands off to the side. His eyes show nothing but anger and hate in them.

He's furious that you're here. You knew Johnny wouldn't want you here. You were blatantly disrespecting your late brother's wishes and memory all the while not seeming to care.

When you walked over to him to introduce yourself, he didn't say or do anything except stare daggers at you from beneath his balaclava. If looks could kill, you'd be dead a dozen times over. The way your brows furrow when he stays silent...The way you frowned as if offended that he was staying silent....the same exact facial expression down to the slight pout of your bottom lip. It was the same exact expression Johnny would give Ghost whenever the Scot would be annoyed with his best friend.

Ghost, with a slight huff, left the room without saying a single word to you. He would make it his mission to push you away, to make you want to leave and go back to your little farm home in Scotland so you could live the life Johnny wanted for you; not the life you wanted to live. He didn't care if this was what you wanted to do. All he cared about was Johnny. Not you....

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I might turn this into something more than just a short drabble, maybe not. If someone wants to pick up the idea then go right ahead. I just had this idea while writing the third part for the Ghoap surrogacy fic and HAD to jot it down but I didn't want the idea to rot in my drafts for MONTHS on end

[yourreddancer]

May 25, 2025 Heather Cox Richardson May 26 Tomorrow is Memorial Day, the day Americans have honored since 1868, when we mourn those military personnel who have died in the service of the country—that is, for the rest of us.

For me, one of those people is Beau Bryant.

When we were growing up, we hung out at one particular house where a friend’s mom provided unlimited peanut butter and fluff sandwiches, Uno games, iced tea and lemonade, sympathetic ears, and stories. She talked about Beau, her older brother, in the same way we talked about all our people, and her stories made him part of our world even though he had been killed in World War II 19 years before we were born.

Beau’s real name was Floyston, and he had always stepped in as a father to his three younger sisters when their own father fell short.

When World War II came, Beau was working as a plumber and was helping his mother make ends meet, but in September 1942 he enlisted in the Army Air Corps. He became a staff sergeant in the 322nd Bomber Squadron, 91st Bomb Group, nicknamed "Wray's Ragged Irregulars" after their commander, Col. Stanley T. Wray. By the time Beau joined, the squadron was training with new B-17s at Dow Army Airfield near Bangor, Maine, and before deploying to England he hitchhiked three hours home so he could see his family once more.

It would be the last time. The 91st Bomb Group was a pioneer bomb group, figuring out tactics for air cover. By May 1943 it was experienced enough to lead the Eighth Air Force as it sought to establish air superiority over Europe. But the 91st did not have adequate fighter support until 1944. It had the greatest casualty rate of any of the heavy bomber squadrons.

Beau was one of the casualties. On August 12, 1943, just a week before his sister turned 18, while he was on a mission, enemy flak cut his oxygen line and he died before the plane could make it back to base. He was buried in Cambridge, England, at the Cambridge American Cemetery and Memorial, the military cemetery for Americans killed in action during WWII. He was twenty years old.

I grew up with Beau’s nephews and nieces, and we made decades of havoc and memories. But Beau's children weren't there, and neither he nor they are part of the memories.

Thinking about our untimely dead is hard enough, but I am haunted by the holes those deaths rip forever in the social fabric: the discoveries not made, the problems not solved, the marriages not celebrated, the babies not born.

I know of this man only what his sister told me: that he was a decent fellow who did what he could to support his mother and his sisters. Before he entered the service, he once spent a week’s paycheck on a dress for my friend’s mother so she could go to a dance.

And he gave up not only his life but also his future to protect American democracy against the spread of fascism.

I first wrote about Beau when his sister passed, for it felt to me like another kind of death that, with his sisters now all gone, along with almost all of their friends, soon there would be no one left who even remembered his name.

But something amazing happened after I wrote about him. People started visiting Beau’s grave in England, leaving flowers, and sending me pictures of the cross that bears his name. And now, in anticipation of Memorial Day, people have asked me, once again, to repost his story.

So Beau Bryant, and perhaps all he stood for, will not be forgotten after all.

May you have a meaningful Memorial Day.

[emmasmoke8]

Tails in my various roleswaps!

Format: AU Name - Role Being Swapped Into - Description

Liberation - Maria - When Tails was younger, he was ousted from his village for having twin tails. Tired of the abuses and negligence, Tails built a spaceship to take him far away. Unfortunately, his spaceship faced off against some turbulence. It was heavily damaged. Tails was set to drift through space. Eventually, Earth's military outpost, ARK, discovered the spaceship. They were surprised to find Tails onboard. Instead of killing him as they were meant to, Commander Abraham Tower thought they could interrogate Tails for more information about aliens. The language barrier initial made this plan impossible, but Tails proved his worth by building several of the ARK's advanced machinery. Abraham pitched Project Tails to G.U.N., allowing Tails to stay on the ARK as Earth's defender. Tails was fine with this, but he was very lonely until Sonic came around. Tails and Sonic instantly hit it off. Sonic was like Tails' older brother. Tails loved him so much that he built the Eclipse Cannon as a means to protect Sonic. Tails also became like Abraham's surrogate son, so it hit him pretty hard when Abraham was recalled back to Earth for a 'meeting'. When G.U.N. raided the ARK, Tails convinced Sonic to go to the escape pod with him instead of accepting his execution. Tails locked Sonic into the escape pod alone. In an attempt to stop Tails from sending Sonic to Earth, a G.U.N. agent shot him. Tails still managed to send Sonic to Earth, and he died shortly after.

Entrusting the Future to You - Sonic - Tails has a similar backstory to canon except Sonic never came to save him. Instead, Tails started building machines to defend himself. Eventually, he ran away from his village. He continued building, and he started testing out his inventions by going on adventures. Tails crashed into Sonic's life, and after a conversation, they became friends. It escalated to a brotherly bond. Sonic occasionally comes with Tails on his adventures, though sometimes Sonic sits them out. I'd say more, but Sonic has a long history lmao

Unnamed (Blaze-Sonic swap) - Marine - Tails is an orphan from the Southern Mountains. It has always been his dream to pilot a plane. As Tails is building his first vessel, Blaze and Marine land near the mountain's base. Tails helps them out before taking his plane on a test run. He does pretty well until a storm comes to knock him down. Blaze and Marine rescue him. Seeing how saddened he is by the destruction of his plane; they help him make a new one. Before they can do another test run, they catch sight of Prince Sonic. He's looking for Eggman because the man stole something. Blaze offers her assistance, and she doesn't take 'no' for an answer. She, Marine, and Tails join Sonic on his pursuit. While they're adventuring, there's a clear distance between Sonic and Tails that accumulates into a fight because of Sonic's temper and Tails' stubbornness. When they both calm down, they regroup and apologize to one another. They finish the mission against Eggman together. Blaze and Marine return to their dimension, but Tails doesn't go back to the Southern Mountains. He becomes Sonic's adventuring partner, and soon, it becomes known throughout the empire that Tails is the prince's younger brother and shouldn't be messed with

Unnamed (Sonic-Surge swap) - Kit (Kitsunami) - His past is unknown. All he knows is that he's been with Eggman for as long as he can remember. He was personally being trained by the doctor as an inventor (because Eggman thinks every team needs a genius inventor on it to be successful, even if no one can come close to being more intelligent than him). He's also taught how to maintain Sonic's mechanical parts. While part of Tails knows he's been brainwashed, Sonic is kind to him, and for a kid who only remembers abuse, it is enough to make him eternally loyal. Tails would do anything for Sonic... except leave him. When Eggman dies, Sonic wants to give Tails away (for a better life, Sonic says, but Tails can't help but feel like he's being abandoned), the kit refuses to part with him. Tails doesn't care that Sonic wants to kill all the villains; Tails will help him if he could just stay with Sonic. The cyborg hedgehog relents. Tails actually has a good relationship with a lot of other people in his life, including Kit, even if Eggman has told Tails repeatedly to kill Kit. Tails is naturally kind. He's only cruel to anyone Sonic deems an enemy or a 'villain.' 

Unnamed (Sonic-Eggman swap) - Belle (technically, it's almost all of Eggman's underlings) - Tails was neglected by his village for years and years, much longer than he is in canon. When Tails has nearly given up all hope, a blue hedgehog comes into his life to save him. The hedgehog-Sonic-says it was an accident, so Tails has to repay him. Tails follows Sonic, doing menial tasks without complaint. Even when his debt is paid, Tails remains. Sonic is mostly chill (even a little kind from time to time), but he's abusive when he's angered. Tails tries to ignore it. He tries to keep Sonic appeased and tells himself that he was rather be abused than neglected (because that means Sonic sees him and knows him and cares enough to smack him around a little for his misdeeds). This doesn't last forever. Everything comes to a boiling point, and Tails threatens to shoot Sonic with a gun he made. Sonic eggs Tails on until the trigger gets pulled. Sonic dies, and Tails is racked with guilt, regret, and intense anxiety. He makes his way to Mr. Tinker and Belle's house, hoping they'll punish him. They don't. They take him in and help take care of him. Tails thinks he's hallucinating Sonic, but he's actually being haunted by a manifestation of Sonic through chaos energy. Tails joins forces with the heroes to put an end to Sonic once and for all... but is that even possible?

Who should I do next?

[misfitwashere]

May 25, 2025 

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAY 26

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Tomorrow is Memorial Day, the day Americans have honored since 1868, when we mourn those military personnel who have died in the service of the country—that is, for the rest of us.

For me, one of those people is Beau Bryant.

When we were growing up, we hung out at one particular house where a friend’s mom provided unlimited peanut butter and fluff sandwiches, Uno games, iced tea and lemonade, sympathetic ears, and stories. She talked about Beau, her older brother, in the same way we talked about all our people, and her stories made him part of our world even though he had been killed in World War II 19 years before we were born.

Beau’s real name was Floyston, and he had always stepped in as a father to his three younger sisters when their own father fell short.

When World War II came, Beau was working as a plumber and was helping his mother make ends meet, but in September 1942 he enlisted in the Army Air Corps. He became a staff sergeant in the 322nd Bomber Squadron, 91st Bomb Group, nicknamed "Wray's Ragged Irregulars" after their commander, Col. Stanley T. Wray. By the time Beau joined, the squadron was training with new B-17s at Dow Army Airfield near Bangor, Maine, and before deploying to England he hitchhiked three hours home so he could see his family once more.

It would be the last time. The 91st Bomb Group was a pioneer bomb group, figuring out tactics for air cover. By May 1943 it was experienced enough to lead the Eighth Air Force as it sought to establish air superiority over Europe. But the 91st did not have adequate fighter support until 1944. It had the greatest casualty rate of any of the heavy bomber squadrons.

Beau was one of the casualties. On August 12, 1943, just a week before his sister turned 18, while he was on a mission, enemy flak cut his oxygen line and he died before the plane could make it back to base. He was buried in Cambridge, England, at the Cambridge American Cemetery and Memorial, the military cemetery for Americans killed in action during WWII. He was twenty years old.

I grew up with Beau’s nephews and nieces, and we made decades of havoc and memories. But Beau's children weren't there, and neither he nor they are part of the memories.

Thinking about our untimely dead is hard enough, but I am haunted by the holes those deaths rip forever in the social fabric: the discoveries not made, the problems not solved, the marriages not celebrated, the babies not born.

I know of this man only what his sister told me: that he was a decent fellow who did what he could to support his mother and his sisters. Before he entered the service, he once spent a week’s paycheck on a dress for my friend’s mother so she could go to a dance.

And he gave up not only his life but also his future to protect American democracy against the spread of fascism.

I first wrote about Beau when his sister passed, for it felt to me like another kind of death that, with his sisters now all gone, along with almost all of their friends, soon there would be no one left who even remembered his name.

But something amazing happened after I wrote about him. People started visiting Beau’s grave in England, leaving flowers, and sending me pictures of the cross that bears his name. And now, in anticipation of Memorial Day, people have asked me, once again, to repost his story.

So Beau Bryant, and perhaps all he stood for, will not be forgotten after all.

May you have a meaningful Memorial Day.

[Photo by Carole Green.]

[raving-raven-writing]

Recom Headcanons

So, some of this is from my mind, but some of these headcanons I'm sure are based off others' headcanons I've seen. Also, some of these headcanons may actually be written in terms of some of my fics that I have written for Avatar. Particularly if you have read my story Lost and Found or any of my Recom Smut series. @hellpmeimobsessed You asked me to tag you, so here you go! Warning: Some of these headcanons may contain mention of past abuse/past child abuse/past sexual abuse, and may also contain content in terms of what the character enjoys in the bedroom Brown: -Was SAed when he was younger -Loves karaoke, even though he might be a bit tone deaf -Enjoys cuddling naked with his partner -Did modelling for a brief period of time before he decided to join the marines Fike: -....I got nothing for him, sorry. No hate to him, just don't have any at the moment.

Ja: -Was raised by his grandparents -Seeing the EMTs work on his grandma sparked his interest in wanting to become a medic -A sensitive soul, rather quiet and reserved -Enjoys movies, most genres except for horror; is a bit of a baby when it comes to the scary movies -Has minimal sexual experience compared to some of the others; but has always wanted to titty f**k his partner -Him, Prager, and Lopez are close

Lopez: -Is a masochist and will openly admit to it -Comes from a large family, a middle child of five. Very close with all of them. -Has problems with authority figures, always having to hold his tongue so he doesn't get himself into trouble -Very protective to those he loves or is loyal to -A rather horny drunk...this may or may not be how he and Ja got it on Mansk: -Has a light sensitivity, hence the sunglasses all the time. But also uses the sunglasses as a layer of protection of being perceived by others -Sits somewhere on the autism spectrum but was never diagnosed, comes across as just being "socially awkward" -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Was sexually abused by his uncle as a child well up until his late teen years -Definitely a mama's boy - The younger of two kids. Has an older sister named Nora -Turned to cooking as a way to cope with his trauma--found he had a gift for it and just kept at it. But also enjoys making others feel good by being able to give them a good meal

Prager: -Is a pothead -Grew up with alcoholic/drug addict parents, but was eventually fostered by an old teacher who took him under their wing -Likes most types of card games and board games -Stress cleans -Enjoys rollerblading and skateboarding -Easy going/go with the flow type of person--both in day to day things and in bed Quaritch: -Grew up on a farm -Raised by an abusive/alcoholic father and a mother that fell ill when he was in his teens -The oldest of three children---lost connection with his siblings when he left to join the military -His relationship with Paz started as her simply flirting with him based on a dare, but eventually turned into a fling as Miles was impressed by her boldness -Smokes when stressed but turns to alcohol as a bad coping mechanism if given the opportunity -Enjoys camping and hiking and being able to be out in nature so he can reflect upon life and to be able to get more in touch with his emotions -Likes to take charge in bed, but Paz is able to persuade him into being a sub in some situations Wainfleet -Has a bit of a crush on the Colonel. He thinks it isn't obvious, but some of the others see it -Is a switch in the bedroom. But prefers to be the sub when he is with his girlfriend, Mina. -Makes jokes constantly despite the fact that he struggles with his mental health--saw being the funny man as a way to make others like him -A middle child of three; has an older brother who is also in the military, but joined the Army branch, and a younger sister, who died when he was about thirteen -Grew up on a farm, although not many people know this -Grew up being rather sensitive and a "cry baby" as his brother dubbed him. Was a big mama's boy and her death damn near broke him -Smokes when stressed

Walker: -Likes to scrapbook in her spare time -Her and Z-Dog have flings with one another, but neither of them would label themselves as an "item" -Likes to sit down with a good book on a stormy day and curl up by the fire with some comforting snacks Warren: -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Has a crush on Mansk (initially unrequited?) -Is gay, but no one knows this (at first) -Is very much a wallflower, people forget he is there sometimes -In sexual relations, is very straightforward and a take charge type of guy--but makes sure that he is never rough with his partner

Z-Dog: -Grew up in a house full of men. Her mother left when she was young, so she just had her dad and her three brothers -Was very much a tomboy before realizing that she liked girls more then she liked men -Her father was a mechanic so she knows her way around a car -Enjoys physical sports like boxing and kickboxing -Chews gum as a way to manage her anxiety as well as to curb any emotional eating Zhang: -Is one of the three "strong and silent types" (with Warren and Mansk being the other two) -Rarely smiles -Enjoys shibari (Japanese rope bondage) and 69ing -Looks mean since he has a "resting bitch face" but can be quite gentle and doting with his partner -Joined the marines as a way to rebel against his parents since they wanted him to become a doctor or lawyer or engineer.

That's all I got for now. Might eventually develop some headcanons for Fike and might add on to what I have here. Hope you enjoyed reading!

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 14

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In the morning, it isn't Zuko that is gone.

Katara, when she woke to find him and his soldiers still in the village center, thought for a moment that he was simply running late. Only, Zuko was still in the blue clothes from the day before, his hair in a clearly messy attempt at a wolf tail. He doesn't meet her eyes when she tries to get answers, stalling until others began leaving their huts and tents.

For a moment, she knew something was off, but couldn't place what. Then, she noticed that Umai, but not her husband Paho. There was little Lana with her mother, but her father and brother where nowhere in sight. Sokka and their mother came out, but her father was nowhere in sight.

And then it hit her.

All of the warriors were gone.

She whipped to face Zuko, who was still avoiding her eyes. "Did you know?" When he stiffened, but still didn't answer, she balled up her fists. "Is this what you and my father were talking about?"

When Zuko still didn't answer, she let out a cry of outrage, and grasped at the air, pulling her hands towards her body. Snow pelted Zuko, making his stumble. By the time he was on his feet, she was already running out of the village.

Her father had left, willingly, after so long of saying how grateful he was to have their family whole again.

For a few hours, Katara sat at the bottom of a snow bank, watching otterpenguins as they waddled around. When Sokka came to find her, he was seething. He dropped into the snow beside her, and they leaned against each other.

It was Iroh that came to find them. Sokka glares, ready to snap at the older man if he tried to speak. Katara looked at him with cold eyes.

"Princess Katara," Iroh said, as he moved to stand beside her, looking out across the snow. "Did you ever tell your brother about my time in the Fire Nation military?"

For a moment, Katara glared. What did that have to do with anything?

"I was a renowned general in the army. I led a seige against the walled Earth Kingdom city of Ba Sing Se. For six hundred days, I relentlessly attacked the walls, and I even started to break through. But then... My son was on the battlefield. A messenger ran to me. He told me..."

When he trailed off, Katara looked up at him, her voice soft. "Lu Ten was killed in the fight."

Sokka was still glaring, but Iroh was gazing out across the snow, an expression of deep sorrow marring his features.

"Yes," he said, voice thick. "It is an unimaginable pain, to loose your child. I began to question every decision that had led me to that moment. I had joined the army to prove my worth to my father and the people. I rose in the ranks so Lu Ten had a father he could look up to. But had I made the right choice? It was my decision to let Lu Ten onto the battlefield, after he spoke with such deep desire to prove himself to me.

"It was my decisions to join the war that led Lu Ten to his death. And I wondered if I had just done one thing differently, if I could have spared him that fate. So I understand what your father was thinking when he decided to leave."

"You're Fire Nation scum," Sokka hissed, glowering at Iroh. "Who cares if your scum son died-"

"Sokka," Katara snapped. Her brother glared at her.

"I can not fault you for your hatred," Iroh said. "But it does not change what has happened. Chief Hakoda confided in me that he had been struggling with this decision for years. Had he left, taken the warriors and joined the war sooner, could he have stopped Princess Katara from being taken? If he had attacked instead of defended, could he have pushed our army back before she sacrificed herself? He wondered, had he been more active, if he could have saved her from the capital.

"He has as many regrets as I, but he still has a chance to make them right. He has a chance to make what he believes is the best chance to protect you both, to spare himself the heartbreak of loosing a child again. So do not fault him for doing what he believes to be the best choice for you both."

Katara turns, returning her gaze to the snow feilds. Sokka does the same, hugging his knees to his chest. They both still hurt, but it weighs heavy in their stomachs.

When they finally return to the village, Zuko is directing soldiers, looking and sounding like a leader, a warrior, of the tribe. They're counting food, figuring out how long it will last the tribe. When he sees her, he ducks his head, ashamed.

She thinks over what Iroh had said. It could be applied to Zuko, she supposed. He had made a few difficult decisions, some to protect himself, but plenty to spare her in some way. In the palace, whenever he could, he put himself in Azula's path if Katara was to tired to fend the princess off. Even when he had been banished, he risked his fathers wrath to spirit her away. And while it had hurt her, is attempt to distance himself had been made in an effort to prevent her image of him being altered forever. Keeping her father's plans secret was a risk, but he would have done it if it meant she would be spared from months of worry before her father left.

When she stood next to Zuko, she reached out, her dark muddy red gloves standing out against the blue of his parka. He paused, turning to look at her, a hint of hope in his eyes.

"How can I help?" She asked.

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[mirrorworldangel]

ANGEL I JUST READ "THE TALE OF TWO DARLANS" AND I CAME HERE A S A P (btw this will have SPOILERS bc I read it on my main and I'm too scared to comment there bc I don't have a side account there༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

Not gonna lie, when I first saw the title I thought "huh, what a coincidence", and then I saw the author and brother the whiplash that I received I have so many thoughts about your writing!!!!

1) Stan and Ford being cute to eachother absolutely warmed my heart, take all my money

2) Ford having a shotgun under Darlan's crib (which is expected of him lmao, and also how he's protective of his baby and his love AAAAAA)

3) Aster, just-- Aster in general holy shit. Absolute mamas boy (and with reason, the poor guy). His design?? His powers?? His name meaning?? Can completely comprehend the man's hatred and want for vengeance, you go king (but even I felt bad for our Ford lmao. And also, him watching Ford in the hospital???? The attention to detail)

4) Cleopatra, absolute queen, we stan, I'm so curious about her!! Where did she come from?? How did Aster met her???

5) just one word: MAMA (I don't even know who you are - and I desperately want to!!!! - but I love you. Protective of Stan pines????? Me too queen, me too)

6) Also, are Aster's six green eyes a reference to the "Never Human Au" or is it just based on his appearance of Ford (individually, both are amazing details/references)

7) also the reference to A Tale of Two Stans??? You were absolutely COOKING with this one. The wait was definitely worth it!!! I'm so curious about what more do you have about them or if you will write about them, whatever you want to do I will inhale the shit out of it

Amazing and beautiful work as always Angel :) so excited to see what else you have planned (but also take your time if you need!!!) 🩵🩵

I'm glad that you got your gift and it got me giggling with excitement when I see the notifications! I understand that you can't comment at AO3 if you don't have a second account, but I don't mind about it.

So let me help you answer some questions:

1) I want some more Stan and Ford fluffy as parents, so at times like this I gotta do things by myself hahaha! 🤣

2) Ford already being an overprotective parent, of course he's gonna have a weapon hidden in every corner of the house that he can quickly get access to during dangerous moments. Dude got literally 5 legal guns and maybe 20 more illegally.

3) Aster is the very first OC child that I've been thinking off for a while before I met both of you and @muchmallows . This man works at a local bookstore/library has a favourite black Stenton cowboy hat when going out to town, which annoys Ford a lot. Due to inbreeding, however, he has a weak heart condition.

As stated in the story, Aster was born sometime after the portal incident and was solely raised by Stan with the help of Abuela with Soos as his adopted sibling. As soon as he graduated high school, he joined the military and became part of the Special Forces during the Afghanistan war for several years until his injury in the right eye put him in honourable discharge.

He is very efficient in any weaponry, but he prefers knives over guns. Less noisier when taking down enemies. So during their custody escape, Aster went on a war crime massacre spree hacking off soldier after soldier giving Stan enough time to get the twins and opened the portal to bring Ford home.

But it was not all rainbows. His parents were constantly fighting and Ford constantly threatening to kick Stan out, until Stan ended up suffering a heart attack and fell into a coma. He became hostile towards Ford after that without any mercy but only act civil just for the sake of the kids.

When Weirdmageddon broke out, he was visiting Stan at the hospital, where he died from a broken heart. It was at the moment he made contact with Mama and with her help, she is able to get past the barrier and ends Weirdmageddon by sending both Ford and Bill into the Dark Forest, since the ritual is considered null when Stan died.

After Weirdmageddon is over, he passes over the Mystery Shack ownership to Soos and leaves Gravity Falls after the funeral and the twins went back home, advising them to never part from one another like what his parents did.

He spends the rest of his life travelling the multiverse as a mercenary, hunting down Fords that hurt their Stans. Consider him as the Deathstroke of this au.

4) Cleopatra the six-eyed Devon Rex is his beloved pet companion that he raised since it was a kitten. He found her while he was at the town getting groceries. According to the Kitten Distribution rule, once a kitten sticks to you, they own you. Plus, she's a useful mascot to the business and the family's darling sweetheart pet (except Ford).

So the AU Ford would really have a Vietnam flashback when he sees Darlan bring home a six-eyed kitten and is very torn about it, but in the end he became the parent that spoils the pet rotten just like Stan did with Waddles.

5) And Mama - the elusive being that Aster made a contract with. Most of her contractors refer to her as Mama, but that's not her real name. If asked, she reveals her middle name is Evangeline and that's it.

Originally from a world that has now been absorbed into the Void, she is one of the many beings that reside in the lightless realm and the ruler of the Dark Forest (for clearer understanding see the Dark Forest theory), a territory of brambles, briar thorns, snow and beasts that evolved itself to survive against each other.

She is know to stalk her targets that she pities and favours due to the target's unfavourable circumstances, no matter the age, befriending them and caring for all of their needs and loving them unconditionally, whispering promises of happiness and love before she whisks them away, mostly resulting in the target's death. She desires not for power, domination; but love and family.

Unlike Bill who needs a portal to enter another dimension, she can travel easily through the shadows, though she requires a partial sacrifice (a drop of blood is enough) to officially cemented her presence physically.

She is rarely found in human history and myths because she is very much likes her privacy, but can be hinted through lullabies and urban legends.

If Bill Cipher is both a god and a demon, therefore she is both a goddess and an angel; his polar opposite. If fire is his element, then water is hers.

The rose mark tattoo on Darlan's neck is the sign of her claim over him, it acts as a conduit for him to utilise her powers but at the same time restrains him with a briar collar to keep him in line from acting irrationally.

6) Aster's six eyes scene is inspired from the many fanarts of Bill possessing Ford. I extensively checked which eye represents Bill during this moment and most artists depict Bill's eye is on the right.

The loss of right eye is also symbolic to Aster, signaling of his sacrifice to sate his revenge against Ford and that he has nothing else to lose when the only person that matters to him is dead.

So if you do a half-and-half image of the possessed Ford and Stan/Aster, Bill represents the right side while Mama represents the left.

7) I always struggled with thinking for the perfect titles to my stories, that title was a last minute because I want to upload it immediately 😅

I really want to see how Aster interacts with the other AUs of Stan and Ford with their kids (no doubt Aster would be nice to them, except Ford, he will have problems with any Fords). Doesn't matter if it's art or fanfic, I'll always deliver!

And thank you as always, Ilumi and Mallows for all of your inspiration. I'll try to divide my time wisely when I work on my art projects! If you need to ask more about them, you know what to do!

[cherryelectricboogaloo]

The fact Bell was the catalyst for both of her brothers joining the factions they joined (NCR and the Legion) really shows just how different the siblings are. Beloved Courier Bell ends up going for an Independent Vegas, both because of how she was raised and because her brothers joined the two big factions out there (they wouldn't even have the Option to join House).

“Augustus”, the eldest, joined the Legion young. He saw the Malpais Legate one day, strong and powerful and commanding respect, and he was hooked. The Legion kept the roads safe. Whoever traded with the Legion was guaranteed protection. He wanted to give that safety to his family, and his father disowned him the moment he heard of that. Augustus left them in a fit of rage, and Nick Watson burned all pictures of his son he could find. As far as Bell was concerned, he was long gone, growing up. (She was just 3 when he left.)

Matthew, the middle child, joined the NCR as soon as he was old enough to serve. Despite numerous protests from his father, he believed in the better nature of the people at the NCR. He believed they could be good, that the ideals of the Republic was built upon were good, and he wanted to fight for them. He wanted to kick back the Legion, to protect his family from them and protect everyone else from them, to prove to everyone and to himself that his brother was wrong in leaving them. He wanted to make a better world for Bell, who was a young teenager when he began his military career.

And then Matt dies to the Legion while serving the NCR, and Bell blames both the Legion and the NCR for his death.

And Augustus is sent out to kill his own baby sibling, when she crosses the Legion one too many times, and that's why he leaves the Legion.

It's just fun to analyse how both wanted the best for her, and while the sentiment is good what ends up happening isn't. She fundamentally rejects both of their conclusions and forges her own path.

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random facts and headcanons for my john walker. might add more to this or do a part 2 as i think of more. some of these are taken from the mcu/comics and some are my own personal ones.

grew up on a farm in custer's grove, georgia with his parents (celeb and emily), brother (mike, deceased. former army, killed in combat) sister (kate).

in high school john was an slightly average student excelled in history but failed drama class. he was the captain of the junior varsity football team. he occasionally skipped classes with his best friend, lemar. they'd go out behind the storage shed near the track field and smoke cigarettes and talk about their plans after graduating to join the army. he met olivia, who became his high school sweetheart in their junior year. he married her right after graduating.

john worked on his family's farm all year round from the time he was old enough to help out. tending to the animals, mowing the fields, whatever work needed to be done. oddly enough he actually enjoyed doing it despite complaining about it all the time.

he excelled during his training in the army. he tested off the charts with speed, agility, endurance. he was a model solider and upon ending his boot camp he was sent to afghanistan along with lemar who was also stationed there. during that time, that time he led a mission with a small group of soldiers. however, they were all caught and held captive and tortured for weeks. he managed to escape and free them but john was the only one who made it back to base camp. the others had been too badly injured or died in the extreme heat of the desert. he has a lot of PTSD of his days in the middle east and considers it the worst part of his life.

he speaks farsi, dari, and spanish fluently. he can speak enough russian to get by.

he won three medals of valor. first person in american history.

upon returning home the government wanted him to be the new face for captain america. which made him not only a 'superhero' but also a celebrity. john knew that would happen and prepared himself for it even though it took some getting used to as he tended to enjoy staying out of the spotlight.

the death of his friend lemar made john go off the deep end and he took nagel's super solider serum which he found laying on the floor after a fight with the flag smashers.

while already at peak human performance, the serum gave him enhanced strength allowing him to lift roughly 11 tons. enhanced durability - making his bones and muscles denser. enhanced speed - allowing him to run faster than a normal human. enhanced agility - he has perfect balance, dexterity, and equilibrium. he can jump vertically around 150-200 feet depending on situation. enhanced stamina -- he doesn't get tired or fatigued easily. enhanced reflexes - he's quick to move. regenerative healing -- it takes him a very short time to heal from broken bones, cuts, bruises, and sickness. longvegity -- the serum has slowed down his aging process meaning he will live longer than the average human.

he's a master hand to hand combatant - boxing, taekwondo, judo, krav maga, capoeria.

while not having any formal training as a gymnast, he can do front and back flips, cartwheel and spin kicks.

master marksman with all firearms. he carries a glock 17 and a WE Hi-Capa 7.0

he can fly aircrafts - planes, jets, helicopters.

personality - when it comes down to it he has his heart in the right place always choosing to save and protect innocents and the people he cares about. he's fiercely loyal to those he loves. he was very astute in the military always making the optimal decisions during battle, he wanted to do his best while taking up the captain america name. he's prone to violent outbursts. he has deep-seating insecurity and a very fragile ego that can shatter at any time which can lead him to making terrible choices. he suffers from PTSD from the days he was in the military which he chooses to keep to himself rather than getting therapy for it. he'll emotionally shut down and turn people away if things are bothering him. he has a very sarcastic, sassy attitude with people especially if he thinks that he's better than them. his way is always the best way.

he was discharged from the military and would receive no benefits after killing a flag smasher with the captain america shield.

recruited by val and became us agent to work for her doing 'clean up' or whatever sort of dirty tasks she needed him to do.

he and olivia divorced because of him becoming too wrapped up in his down fall and also hiding what he was doing for val.

he bonded with the group that val originally sent them to kill each other. later they formed the new avengers.

some random headcanons

john loves to cook. he doesn't really experiment with his own creations but can follow a recipe. he finds it relaxing and cathartic.

favorite music is rap/hip hop and metal -- anything loud he can listen to and lose himself in especially when he's training.

favorite foods - mexican. he loves tacos despite bob bending his shield into one.

favorite drinks - spicy margaritas, beer, whiskey. any time he visits new orleans he has to get a hand grenade. takes his coffee black.

favorite type of sweets is anything chocolate and peanut butter

he loves history. especially military history.

he loves wood working and welding.

his love language is acts of service.

bad habits - occasionally smoking, bites his fingernails. leaves the toilet seat up.

generally he's pretty tidy due to his time in the army.

prefers dogs over cats. he grew up with both along with chickens, cows, horses, and pigs on his family farm.

he dresses casually. prefers t-shirts, henleys, flannels, jeans, and boots. he used love being neatly groomed when he was in the military but now he's known for a scruffy beard and unkempt hair.

he's very sexual. intense and passionate. willing to try anything once. he's dominant. talks dirty. loves being bitten. loves when his girl rides him. eating his girl out. lots of eye contact during sexy times. can be very quiet or vary vocal it depends on the situation and who he's with.

he's an ass guy. likes short mini skirts on his girl or tight jeans.

he enjoys horror and action movies. romance movies he always falls asleep during.

secretly wants a family someday. lots of kids. but knows that's not likely to happen.

loves taking a ride on his motorcycle to clear his head.

favorite types of dates are extremely low key. grabbing drinks a bar and playing pool. hanging out next to a fire and cuddling. going to a football game. going to a country fair. would prefer going to chili's rather than some five star restaurant.

he would prefer going camping in the woods to a beach vacation.

he's an autumn guy.

he's an early riser. up at 4:30-5 am every morning. that means he likes to go to bed around 10:00pm if he can. he doesn't need a lot of sleep due to the serum but he still likes to be in bed.