#he really misses his sister

[chibi-pix]

Oh. Uh. Oops? So, apparently I had started this all the way back in November, but due to losing the vibe for it, I never finished. Well, I stumbled upon it again while going through my WIPs, and I decided to finish this up. Damn, it's been a very long while since I've touched the Android Pidge AU. And it both hurts and feels good to finally be able to get this one worked on and finished. I missed my girl. And I forgot I gave her a few changes from her initial design. And I like it.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one. Until next time!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton let his FNAF trauma slip again…

[fromtheseventhhell]

"You stupid," she told him, "you scared the baby," but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too. (Arya IV, AGOT)

--

You be quiet, stupid," the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. "It's just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?" (Bran III, ADWD)

Arya and Lyanna even having similar speaking mannerisms is so adorable 🥹

[luck-of-the-drawings]

oh the dread, oh the worry! you love your sister so much and you need to know shes okay. you trust her but you cant trust the world, and more than anything else you cant trust yourself

[bakafurai]

Sometimes I think about how Kenji basically said that he likes Rio about as much as his favourite thing in the world...

[tachiharastanacc]

Tachihara losing his brother and not understanding what he was feeling or how to deal with it since he was so young (5). And as he gets older, he starts to wonder if he really missed his brother or he missed the idea of having a brother.

He assumes that because he’s grown since then and it feels so distant that he could handle it if it were to happen now. Maybe that’s because he’s killed people of his own. But he never really wants to dwell on it.

Turns out. It’s not. It hurts just as much, but now he blames himself as well. Why wasn’t he there? Why didn’t he stop Fukuchi when he had the chance? If he’d just asked for help, this all could’ve been avoided.

He’s always been a loner to some extent, never good at processing feelings, always wanting to belong but feeling like he was an outsider.

It’s not until they’re all gone that he realizes how much emptier he feels without them.

Shunzen may have been his brother by blood, but as much as he doesn’t wanna face it. Tachihara barely remembers him.

He remembers them. He spent the last 6 years being raised by them. They always encouraged him, supported him, even when the government and fate itself were trying to control them. And yet.

He wasn’t there.

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

Something's wrong with Akai.

Now, one might be inclined to think that is just his natural state of being, and for good reason. The thing is: it's too early. The joint operation is in three days; Akai's not supposed to look like death already. Dark circles under his eyes are part for the course, and Rei's pretty sure in the event of a significant traumatic injury one could subsitute Akai's blood with coffee. But that stare is even more dead-eyed than usual, and Rei can make out the faint nervous twitching of Akai's trigger finger. He might as well have written his condition on a sign and stapled it to his brows.

It's distracting as all hell, and Rei's itching to grab Akai's hand and pin it to the table to finally stop it from moving. If the sniper causes more problems for their mission because he's not paying attention during the debrief, Rei is never going to forgive him. There's too much at stake. So Rei kicks his shin, deftly, when Akai threatens to fall asleep at their desk. Focuses back on the meeting. He can pull himself together, and he expects nothing less from Akai.

.

When the meeting is finally over, a grueling three hours later, he drags Akai out of the room by the cuff of his sleeve. Kudo shoots them a pitying glance, and Agent Starling is clearly trying to intercept their impending argument, bless her, before she gets held up by chatty colleagues. Suits him just fine.

He locks the door to his office behind them, lets down the shutters. This is as much privacy as they're likely to get. The bag with the gift he meant to give Akai sits forgotten next to his desk.

"What is this supposed to be?", he hisses at the sniper. Akai just tilts his head in question, lounging against the wall as if he owns the place. "You look like your own ghost."

"Ah. I was kidnapped", Akai supplies nonchalantly. He might as well have poured a bucket of ice water over Rei's head. Rei freezes, casually assaulted by a spike of fear - for the sniper, for himself. Akai's not even close to easy prey, he would know, and if they have an enemy capable of taking him out...fuck, he didn't even say anything. Rei's getting a little nauseous. The adrenaline hits, quickly ripping him out of his stupor, and blessed anger takes over. Sure, Akai seems mostly fine now, but he wasn't, and Rei didn't know a thing. No contact at all, no asking for help, no nothing. No sense of self-preservation in this asshole.

Without warning, he shoves Akai against the wall, grabs him by his sweater's collar. The sniper blinks at him. "How can you just-" walk it off? Be this calm? He doesn't even know how to finish his own thought. Rei's head is spinning. The last two weeks have been stressful already, and this is too much. There's too many questions, the how and why and when and where, but the one that escapes is: "Who did that to you?" Are they dead, he thinks, but doesn't say.

Not for the first time it looks as though those green green eyes stare right into his soul. They're too close, too bright, he'll drown if he's not careful-

And then they close, and Akai's laughing. Quietly, but Rei's so close he can feel the waves of it run through the other. Typical. Here he is, worried, and Akai's laughing at him. Rei's cheeks heat up, he's about to deck the sniper in his pretty face when Akai raises his hands placatingly. Manages, through bouts of quiet laughter: "Masumi."

Rei's spiraling thoughts grind to an abrupt halt. "What."

"My little sister?"

"I know who she is! That's not what I was asking and you know that!" Bastard.

"It was her eighteenth birthday this weekend. We celebrated."

Rei feels like he's just been sucker-punched. Are they dead, echoes in his thoughts, again. What the hell was that? He's used to anger, it's the constant companion that keeps him going, but that was simply out of proportion. Maybe the stress did get to him after all. Shit. His heart is still working double time, distributing excess adrenaline through his body. What the hell is wrong with him? No. What the hell is wrong with Akai?

Rei's fist meets the sniper's chest, unfortunately not forceful enough to cause actual damage. "Asshole. Start with that part!"

Akai's still smiling, though it's unclear whether it is at the memory or at Rei. Now that the cocktail of fear and fury and confusion is burning like acid in his stomach, Rei finds a bit of comfort in it. Crow's feet look good on Shuichi, way better than the fatigue that was etched into his face all day (though for the sake of his safety, Rei would suggest not laughing at him again anytime soon). Neither of them smile enough, not genuinely.

Rei takes in deep breaths, holding and counting, to steady himself. He's still too close - the scent that assaults him should be nauseating, but contrary to everything else in the last couple of minutes it really isn't. It's quintessentially Akai - lingering tobacco and faded-out cologne and a faint hint of coffee. He's shaken and shaking, but Shuichi is warm and steady as always, and so he closes his eyes and leans against the other, just for a moment, just for a little bit of rest. Akai goes very still next to him, his laughter fading.

"Did it have to be now?", Rei murmurs after a while, more into the sweater he's pressed his face into than the room. "Surely your family knows that this next job will be dangerous."

"They do." There's gravitas in Akai's voice, and he doesn't need to elaborate further - they both know there is a non-zero chance they don't make it out of the coming fight, even if they're careful. Akai's family works with the MI6, international collaborators for this mission; they must be aware, too. Rei fists the sweater a little tighter. Shuichi shifts, and then there's warmth all around him, pinning him in place like a butterfly.

"I wanted to be there, at least once." It's a confession, quiet in the small space they share. It speaks of selfishness, of finality, of regret for all the opportunities Shuichi has missed. Rei is all too familiar with these sentiments. He wants a lot of things, but that has never mattered, not really. His life is one of discipline and sacrifice, of all the things he ever wanted immolated on the altar of the greater good. And he gives it all, willingly, but still... Even if it was stupid, selfish, and left Akai drained, Rei is glad he still has wishes that can be fulfilled. He's not sure he could say the same about himself.

He takes a deep breath, trying to pull himself back together, and then breaks away from Akai. It's too easy, and unpleasantly colder.

The sniper's eyes are already trained on him when he dares to meet them. "Your folly can't cost us, so you better make sure to catch up on sleep." Akai raises an eyebrow, a tinge of amusement to his lips. "Hello pot." Rei's half-hearted glare isn't enough to chase the amusement from Akai's features. Fine. Maybe he has a point, but Rei sure as hell isn't going to concede it.

"Don't give me that attitude, or you can walk home. And hand over your sweater."

"That's not the one you requested-"

Lying comes as easily as breathing. "Yes, it is."

Akai looks like he wants to argue, just for the sake of it, but eventually smiles and strips out of it, tossing it at Rei (who very carefully doesn't look at how Akai's shirt rides up a bit, revealing pale skin in the process). "Thank you." Rei folds it carefully, drapes it primly over his arm.

"Alright, take that" - he points to the gift bag on the floor "and get in the car." Akai does as he's told, but can't seem to help himself, needs to get in one last jab before they leave. "Are you sure you should be driving?" As if he hasn't driven in worse conditions. Rei just grins and hightails it out of there, exactly on the verge of the speed limit.

Whatever's wrong with Akai, it might be wrong with Rei, too.

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Sweater weather AU masterpost

[tumatawa]

I got carried away with something

[good-beans]

You talked a little while ago about why you don't think Shidou would make a good father to Amane (agreed) and proposed the idea of Mahiru adopting Amane. That's cute but I want to tell you about my post-MILGRAM headcanon:

Amane joins the Kajiyamas

Not Fuuta specifically adopting her, but like him taking her back to his family's house. I'm sure they'd have a spare room

I think people don't think about Fuuta's homelife much, or if they do they take Fuuta's one interrogation question where he calls his dad an old fogey and assume its like, abusive

And don't get me wrong, I don't think the Kajiyama household are perfect. Fuuta' beautician sister surely hasn't helped when it comes to Fuuta's body image issues and I'm betting they're all a bunch of tsunderes too embarrassed to say they love each other

But in a series where most of the abused characters are still convinced their abuser loved them/acted out of love. Seeing a guy not be afraid to call his dad a loser is almost a green flag

I think it'd be good for Amane to not necessarily be adopted as the lone child to a single parent but get to be introduced to a very different style of family unit from her own One where its normal to express different opinions or disagreements or even have arguments and not have it be the end of the world

Amane already has a snarky side to her, I bet it'd flourish in a brash household like the Kajiyama's (or at least how I imagine them to be)

OOHHH wait I love that so much! >:O

I agree -- I never interpreted Fuuta's family as abusive or harmful, just not super close and struggling a bit after his mother left. (And yeah, all as openly emotional as him😭) They seem stable and very capable to taking in a extra, very well-behaved child. Assuming Fuuta is the way he is because of them, that atmosphere of being very honest and forward would work well for her. They say things as they are, little by little pointing out the harmful parts of her worldview. Like you said, none of them make excuses about harmful behavior stemming from love, so she'd get a really healthy dose of truth in that area. She never feels coddled or treated like a baby. They care for her while treating her very maturely.

I absolutely love how well she and Fuuta get along, with that snarky side to her that you mentioned. It would allow her to fit in well in the new household, getting the sense of belonging she'll lose after leaving the cult. Also, seeing how Fuuta and his sister let things slip and aren't perfect sons/daughters, she'll be able to relax about earning a parent's love through perfect behavior. She'll probably stay exactly the same, but her stress about it will fade <3

I doubt Fuuta's father can ever replace the hole she'll have from her own father, but the addition of an older sister will be huge. Amane will never get the feeling her mother is being replaced, but the woman will still fill the gap of the older, same-gender role model she needs. Her beautician job may throw Amane at first (being an indulgence in vanity), but it isn't as in-your-face as other careers. I think she could definitely ease Amane into accepting it, and over time, accepting her own personal "indulgence."

Plus, her moving in would also be really good for Fuuta! I think he'd recognize there's a ton of fun things she missed out on, and that heroic side of him outweighs the part that cringes: he gripes and groans about going to "kid places," but he's always the one to announce "I can't believe you've never been to __, we're going right now!!" This allows him to touch grass leave the house and experience his own life to the fullest. He's able to channel his desire to help society into a healthier outlet. Also, seeing her studying habits and plans for the future might even inspire him to do the same. (might.) He becomes the stereotypical good big brother, though of course he denies it viciously...

I have recently been going insane over their friendship so I'm completely taken with this idea OUGH thank you for telling me ;-----;

[jichanxo]

how it started:

how it's going:

[bloomingbluebell]

if there's a zagreus fight in hades 2 and melinoë doesn't say his name in that same incredibly frustrated and furious tone as hades in his fight during the first game, i am going to be SO disappointed

[werebutch]

My mom getting a new place is kinda making me anxious I think she thinks I’m gonna move in w her instead of my dad 😭 and I’m not sure why I don’t want to. Cuz she’s way better. But I don’t. And I feel responsible I think and plus my sisters will never favor my mom over my dad… so we’d live apart. but I’m 20 years old I can live whatever I want. But. But but but

[moe-broey]

Fuck tjis shit I'm making base Alfonse my greeter again

AWESOEM......

[nerosdayinanime]

giyuu doesnt realize hes doing it

(edit: reblogged w more stuff check it vv)

[good-beanswrites]

Sorry to double up on your inbox, but I had this burning idea.

Suppose Fuuta's sister has had her hair styled like the Milgram girls at various points. What scenarios might come up when Fuuta mistakes the girls for his sister?

I know you were looking for ideas on all of the girls but I got really carried away with this one train of thought with Kotoko, so have some of that instead 😭 I'm such a sucker for 02-04-06 seeming the type to use beauty products and know their way around a lot of hair care, and triggering memories for Fuuta via scents/sounds of his sister's job. And as you've seen I'm so emotional over him seeing Amane as an equal as they both care for each other and she feels like family...

Fuuta was used to people disappointing him.

He’d been let down by his mother, then his father. He’d seen how all of society screws its people over. His own friends had turned their backs on him when things got rocky. Even here, he couldn’t count on any of these people to look out for him. Well, all except one. 

Kotoko. 

He’d actually done a double take when he first saw her. Her hair was styled much like his sister’s; from behind, it could have been her with a bit of dye. 

It wouldn’t have been so bizarre for her to color her head shining black. After all, that had always been his sister’s method of rebellion. His father was a traditional man, and hated to see her chop all her hair off, chop others’ hair off, add more piercings, or change it to any and every shade that wasn’t the family’s natural red. Fuuta had always thought they were all hollow exercises, more for attention than anything else. (It was nothing like the actual action he was taking to break away from his father’s strictness). Seeing Kotoko wear an eerily similar look, and hearing how closely her views aligned with his, he started to understand the appeal.

While the others were intimidated by her appearance, Fuuta found it familiar. Unlike the rest of the prison, he had no hesitation in approaching her. He was more willing to sit beside her at meals. He joined in her conversations in the common area. 

Mahiru kept going on about being everyone’s ‘big sis,’ but she never took a damned thing seriously. Yuno told Fuuta he reminded her of her little brother, but the last thing he needed was to be treated like some baby. Kotoko, on the other hand, knew exactly how to speak with him. 

She came to show him her solidarity before his interrogation. She gave him tips on working out, and joined in his conversations about the injustice of current prison systems. She even had his back when he was scolding Mikoto about taking fighting styles seriously. He jeered at the notion that Kotoko could overpower Kazui. Though, deep down, he’d seen how strong the woman was. For someone the same age as him, and busy with university like him, she had insanely impressive power.

He’d never dare admit it, but he looked on in awe whenever she worked out in the common areas. 

Fuuta found even more comfort in her strength as the trial came to a close. The two ended up with opposite verdicts, but that wasn’t anything new. Teachers, neighbors, relatives – everyone had reasons to praise his sister while dragging up grievances against him. Both women had a sort of brash charisma that people enjoyed. He usually only got the label of “brash.” Kotoko was saved his rant that it all came from their differences in gender and beauty. Fuuta was confident she’d come to the same conclusion already. 

After all, what else separated them? They were here for practically the same reason.

He didn’t let it get under his skin. While the prisoners shied away from him and the others named unforgiven, he could always count on Kotoko to speak with him as honestly and directly as usual. 

The warden and the prisoners weren’t the only ones to let him down: the voices in his head had gone from a fair debate to a loud, nasty mob with each passing day.

They seemed to be at their very worst, now. He was going on a few nights of little to no sleep thanks to their nonstop judgment. Fuuta tossed and turned in his sheets, cursing the new uniform that made it impossible to relax. It had been exhausting, consumed by fear and guilt and anger. Everything had him jumpy these days.

He flinched as his cell door creaked. 

His bleary eyes turned to the silhouette in the doorway. A name instinctively came to his lips. Thankfully, he corrected himself before making the embarrassing mistake. 

“It’s you, Kotoko.” It was strange for her to be here at this hour. And completely unannounced, at that. 

“Kajiyama Fuuta…”

He didn’t care. He smiled. After all, surrounded by so many betrayals, he always felt safer with her around.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

“4. Fushiguro Megumi and the World’s Most Inconvenient Custody Battle: pre JJK0”

you see i love this. because — on one hand, megumi would be totally willing to throw hands with geto bc of his monkey issues. like megumi, who sister is one of those monkeys geto is trying to kill, would ofc hate geto BUT geto would ofc be interested in megumi bc of his technique. he would also (probably idk many toji traumatized these gay teens.) find it so funny to try & co parent the kid with gojo, who has no idea he’s co parenting rn.

in a happier world where toji learned to chill tf out or when yaga look at this depressed little man & signed that bitch up for therapy: gojo, shoko, & geto would absolutely adopt the fushiguro siblings. but ofc gege is a coward so he settled for satosugu adopting kids to cope after the kfc divorce when they could’ve raised those kids TOGETHERRR.

Geto’s entire reason for pressuring Megumi into the binding vow (he has to stay with his cult for a specific period of time with a lot of qualifiers) was very much because of his technique. He hadn’t realized Yuuta as a plan yet and the ten shadows was supposed to be the six eyes equal, so he thought he could give this emo middle schooler self-actualization and offer him a world that isn’t “be wizard indentured servant” and Megumi would unlock his full potential and be a heavy hitter for his cult army.

Except he put in all the work and got to the end of it and Megumi was like “oh. Yeah. I was only playing along because the binding vow literally requires me to. Y’all are still bonkers tho. You literally want to murder my sister. Thanks for the power ups, but uh. Gonna head out now.” And just. Leaves.

Like in Geto and gojos minds this was the custody battle of the century but the SECOND it comes to head Megumi is like “uuhhhh you’re mean to my sister” and fucks right off. Never a competition. Just total knockout. Tsumiki wins.