#i been busy sobb

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

woooowwww wowowowowwwww its that guy. the dude. its my special lil guy!!

uuhh i did this because. i thought the album art for the 1998 anime looked kinda like. the sonic adventure pose. and it was SUPPOSED! to just be a shit post. and then i got 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎!!

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[disastercyborgecho]

SOBB Week #4 [Both Prompts]

I made myself cry with this one boys

@summer-of-bad-batch

Prompt: Cadets

Prompt: “You really think you’re going without me? Not going to happen.”

CW: Death (the gentle, soft kind, that we all hope awaits us)

One of my favorite lines from this:

'But he and his brothers were collared beasts no longer. They were standing on shaking new legs, reborn as something gentler, with teeth never meant to rip and tear and hurt. All learning to walk together.'

Something about those dog metaphors ruins me every time. I wanted to explore the depression that Echo struggles with, and how that looks when someone doesn't have a name for it, but still faces it head on every day. How it looks with a found family that you didn't necessarily ask for, not at first. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Comments/constructive criticism welcome :)

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No Longer a Biting Beast

Song Listened to while writing: Half-Return by Adrianne Lenker

Echo knew that the Bad Batch considered him family. He understood that logically, emotionally, what have you. But deep down, just under his heart where his body was still his and not machine, he felt as though he was an outsider to a group of people that knew each other in a way he would never understand.

They were cadets together. Boys together, for however short it had been.

Before Order 66, before everything had gotten worse and gotten better all at once, Echo could not help step into the role of observer easily aboard the Marauder.

He would watch Hunter and Wrecker play-fight while he settled down in the cockpit, cackling and wrestling each other to the floor with juvenile energy, laughing as they held each other down, Wrecker tugging Hunter’s bandana into his eyes and shouting with glee and Hunter claiming “That’s still cheating, you know! Doesn’t matter we’re not tubies anymore!” 

As they shared rations before bunking down, he would watch the way Crosshair and Tech would pick apart the food they didn’t like, passing it back and forth wordlessly until both ended up with a full meal of something they actually enjoyed. It was practiced and calm, something done even running on little to no sleep because the same thing had been done since they were only 5 years out of the tube. Echo would eat his own rations, dry on his tongue, and have to look away, because the person that he used to share with was gone forever. 

It wasn’t as though Echo was trying to be an outsider. He had joined CF 99 because he was one already in his old battalion. He saw it on Rex’s face, eyes so tired for someone so young still, watching regs that used to be Echo’s brothers sneer at him or avoid him as best they could. Rex didn’t approve, but there was only so much one man could do, and both he and Echo knew it. It was war, and if Echo didn’t fit, then he would go somewhere where he could keep fighting. It was all any of them knew. 

In battle, Echo didn’t feel separated from his new brothers, not anymore anyway. They had practiced their formations, their plans, everything, until he was just another cog in a perfect bloody machine. He pretended like he didn’t crave that feeling of anonymity, just another face among identical faces, in every other moment of his life. 

But inevitably, he would find himself back in the cockpit of the Marauder, watching a scene play out in front of him that drove home how long these men had known each other. An inside joke, a reference to a battle he wasn’t there for, and memories of cadet training that Echo would never understand. It was bitter in his mouth alongside rations he couldn’t share.

When Omega joined them, when Crosshair left, he was too busy to stick his fingers in the hole left in his chest by trauma and isolation. He had to keep Omega safe. Keep his brothers safe.

And with Cross gone, everyone was feeling out a new space in a family that suddenly, painfully, looked very different. But then Cross was back, and everything was different. And everything was the same. Because these men had been cadets together, and that would never change, and Hunter and Wrecker were still too used to only one other man to wrestle with to ask Echo to join, and Tech and Cross only exchanged food with one another. Because every little thing that was a happy moment from their ‘childhood’ they guarded like feral dogs, latching onto it and shaking it to make sure it would stay with them forever. Echo couldn’t blame them.

Echo thinks that perhaps this is why he left to join Rex in the end. Because he was a dog too, his teeth blunt from gnawing on something long rotten, and he craved something new to rip into. He craved the familiar meat of identical faces and identical voices and a language passed down and taught in secret to those coming after them, holding onto anything that they could call their own besides their names. 

But too soon, sooner than others because of metal veins and gears in his heart, Echo became an old dog, teeth gone and fur patchy. He wanted to keep fighting, keep chasing something to fill up that hole in his chest, but Rex placed a heavy calloused hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest, handprint warm where it was once painted onto armor, and he pressed their foreheads together. They both had more wrinkles now, but Echo could remember when they were both young, moving through the ranks. When they were cadets, too. 

“Go home, vod’ika,” Rex whispered. “It’s okay to rest. It’s time.” 

So Echo went home. 

Pabu was the same as when he had last seen it, but more faces there looked like his own had when he was with the 501st, when he was still whole. And there were the faces that he knew so well now, too, waiting for him. 

He hadn’t realized how much he had missed them until the moment that he saw them all there, curled up in the sun, faces tanned and relaxed. Happy. 

Omega glanced up, and when she saw him she squealed in happiness and sprinted toward him as though a string pulled her there uncontrollably. Echo scooped her up without hesitation, laughing with her, tears in his eyes, before pressing their foreheads together.

“I’m home, vod’ika,” he whispered to her. “I’m home.” 

His brothers joined them, pulled to him just as Omega had, and the hole in his chest didn’t feel like it was so big.

It was still there as he carved out a space for himself on Pabu. It would probably never leave. But he and his brothers were collared beasts no longer. They were standing on shaking new legs, reborn as something gentler, with teeth never meant to rip and tear and hurt. All learning to walk together.

Slowly, painfully sometimes, Echo stitched a patch over the hole.

The threads were made of his brothers, of his sister. Of Cross’s shaking hand, of Tech’s pink scars still raw and new, of Wrecker’s fishing lures strung through their kitchen, and Hunter’s jackets left draped over the couch in their living room. Of Omega and her friends leaving dirty boots by their doorstep and falling asleep tangled up together in Echo’s bed as he told them stories of his own days as a cadet, tangled up with his brothers telling their own. Winding together until they were indistinguishable. 

In this way, he aged. Grey hair, crow’s feet from laughter, the whole nine yards. And so did his brothers. They may not have been boys together, but they made their final home together. They grew old together. It was not something any of them had believed could happen, but here they were. On their porch in Pabu, watching the sun set over the water, rocking gently in chairs woven and built by Wrecker and Tech, painted bright yellows and blues by Crosshair. Tech was asleep on Cross’ shoulder, and Hunter held a soft smile on his face as the sun warmed the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. Wrecker was drawing something in a notebook, the familiar scratches of his pencil on paper a soft lullaby. Echo looked out at the sun, at his home, and then back at his family. And he realized that he felt like he fit. That he was going to join the stars among people that loved him most. He sighed, and leaned his head back in his chair. He was not scared, as the darkness approached. He welcomed it, after all this time. And as he had one foot on one side of the veil and one on the other, he saw him. 

Fives was standing next to his chair, a hand on his shoulder, but he did not look like Echo remembered him. He was old too. His hair had grayed, his beard grown out, and smile lines settled deep on his face. He looked down at Echo and grinned, and that was still the same. He beckoned Echo toward the light, and Echo stood to follow. Then he felt something tug at his other shoulder. He looked behind him, and saw his brothers. 

They were still in their chairs as the sun slowly set on the bad batch, but they also stood with him, and Hunter, who had stopped him, smiled. 

“You really think you’re going without us? Not going to happen.”

His family nodded. 

“We’re going together.” Crosshair added, determined as always.

And Echo couldn’t ask for anything else.

As they followed Fives into the stars, their bodies left warm and asleep in the fading sun, they became young again.

Six cadets made their way to the next life, laughing and stumbling over one another as they looked forward to their next adventure. One they would face together.

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AO3 Link

[rubythoughts]

This can’t be happening.

After all that she went through in her last gane, he can’t be this saddistic.

He can. She is so concentrated on the throbbing between her legs that she doesn’t realize when he’s sitting down next to her.

Her lips tremble with a little quiet moan while the little vibrator stuck between her folds edges her again. Chishiya chuckels as the vibration stops and she is suddenly more clear. Himiko frowns but doesn’t have the energy to move more.

- You find this funny?

- Delightful, actually.

She wants to say another thing but she’s yet again stopped by the vibrations that keep her so painfully close to orgasm. Himiko breathes in and tries to focus on Usagi’s swimming, unsuccessfully.

- It’s been 3 hours, stop already.

His half smile is more enfuriating when the vibrator starts again, this time with a longer hold and she really believes he’s granting her that sweet release. But he’s not and tears slip through her eyes. If it wouldn’t be so public he would actually try to help her come, but voyeurs were never a thing for him.

The tears are too much though, he must have overestimated the situation somehow. She tries to hide a sobb when the vibrations start again, short and repetitive.

- Beg me to stop and I might.

She almost yells at him.

- Please.

- That’s not really begging isn’t it?

- Please, Chishiya.

She is serious and he knows it too, the look on her face is priceless though. So messed up, edged so many times and so willing to come - if he would as much as put a finger on her she might collapse.

- Get up, go to my room and undress.

She is too dizzy to process, but she does it. Anything for the release she’s chasing.

The buzzer starts a few times until she gets there but once she drops her bikkini bottoms to the floor the temptation to just get it out and use her fingers is so big, she almost gives in. She likes the challenge but maybe this time it was too far.

He finds her with her hands almost touching that bundle of nerves in her core, only one more second and she might have slipped.

- Such a good girl for me.

He kneels between her legs and once the vibrator starts once more, his lips - barely touching her clit - form one single word:

- Come.

And she does, while his tongue is now caressing every inch of her womanhood to help her ride the so-long-waited orgasm. She slips somewhere between conscious and unconscious for a few moments and opens her eyes to Chishya replacing the little gadget with his own fingers. He touches all the right spots and his mouth is still on her kissing, licking and sucking every sensitive area and she’s once more tensing with an orgasm.

His other hand is busy with his own issue: his grown bulge threatening to spill any second now, at the sight of her.

They find release together: he hits something inside her that feels so unholly and sweet while she scream his name for the whole Beach to hear.

He’s the one standing up first, wetting a towel and cleaning her after all her arousal went down her legs together with his release now.

Himiko snores softly once he reaches to cover her up with a blanket. He takes one of the books she has around and sits on the chair by the window.

The vinrator buzzes in weird rythms now, discarded on the floor. Chishiya looks for someone in the crowd of partying people.

…..

Kuina is holding a little remote with only one button, staring at it with annoyance and pressing it rythmically. He asked her to hold on to it and not press it but he should know better.

Besides, he didn’t tell her what it does, of course she pressed it. And so many times with no result!

Disappointing.

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Long time no see! Let’s say this is just a thought I had one day - nothing much but I sure hope you like it!

No beta. Smut, explicit content

[dorytoss]

i've been so busy setting up my new let's play that I haven't played my time of my life challenge sobb.

and the thing about me is i love the feeling of setting up a gameplay but then when I actually play it, I feel bored.

hopefully this one escapes the curse

[s-4pphics]

UGHH MISSED U SM TOO😞 IVE BEEN SO BUSY I wanna sobb, I hate being busy fr (I'm lazy as hell)

-🚬

MEEEEEE😞😞😞

[lucidpantone]

Wtfock S5 might have been a trash heap but I still get teared up when I see the last clip with Fire on Fire playing

I will always praise the powers that be for wtfock not ruining sobbe and letting them go to black with them being super happy and in love. The love birds just minded their own business in season 5 and stayed to themselves planning future trips after covid and nesting. Good for them! I love that I get to close out their story that way.

[myfragilesoul]

getting attitude from my manager bc i told her the delivery i’m taking now needs to be my last run like girl it’s already 90 minutes past the end of my shift AND i’m dealing with alcoholism triggers now bc someone tried to tip me with a bottle of beer.

[drowsydregon]

turning anons off until y'all learn to be normal (or as normal as being a tumblr user allows)

[chocominnie]

Redemption — Preview (M)

→: This is book two to my story Desperado. Read that one before continuing on to read this one.

→ pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

→ genre: Angst, smut , a bit of fluff

→ summary:  It’s been 4 years since everything that happened. If he could re-do everything he would, but cannot. With Won-Shik dead, and everyone’s back’s turned against him.. what can he do? You took a toll on him to the point where it’s hard to function without you and everyone’s concerned. Another gang has entered their teritory and is giving them a run for their money. The heir to the mafia thrown is now in charge with everyone waiting for his first big move. Yet, how can someone so broken inside take care of business though? 

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak. Drug dependency, drug mentions, high angst, mental illness, depression, anxiety, assault, gore, guns, usage of weapons, daddy kink, bigdick!jk, hair pulling, soft sex, rough sex, squirting, mouth fucking, overstimulation, consensual drunk/tipsy sex, protected & unprotected sex. I may be forgetting some so sorry in advance!

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Play this song after reading :)

You were so close. So fucking close to living and you tried. You tried to fight so hard to keep from slipping into an eternal slumber but your body was weak. It took on brutal beatings from the kidnapping. There were multiple blows to your head leaving you with a concussion. Your arms and rib cage were bruised to the point of no return. Too much swelling in areas that need to function properly for you to heal. You were a lost cause. All due to Jeon Won-Shik.

The news of your death did not settle well with anyone. Although they all played a part in it, Jungkook, Namjoon, Ayami, and everyone else, an innocent soul was taken. For once, Bangtan had grieved a death. Usually assignments don’t get grievement, but you weren’t just an assignment. You somehow had came to be someone who was kind, sweet, and fiesty to everyone. Most importantly you meant a lot to Jungkook. 

He will never forget that day. The day you died in his arms while he bawled his eyes out repeating the words, I love you. I love  you. I love you. I love you. I. Love. You.  He said it thinking that you’d open your eyes and somehow see his point of view in things to forgive him. He didn’t want you dead. He wanted anything else but that for you. Jungkook got his first taste of real love, something he had a hard time growing up with. Although you two used to argue, he enjoyed every second that you guys didn’t because he would show you pieces of the real him to you. The real way he wanted to show you love and to recieve it back. 

While in the hospital getting treated for his wounds and tests run on him, Casper was the one to break the news to him that you did not make it. Within the split of a second Jungkook was yanking all the cords and i.v’s he was hooked up to and screaming to the point where nurses had to come inside and sedate him. He was going mad. From all the trauma from childhood till now was being let out on anyone who tried to calm him down and hold him down for the sedation. He screamed, cried, kicked, and sobbed loudly saying your name. Casper stood back and told the nurses to stand-by and to let him get it all out. 

Of course they listened.

Finally after another 30 minutes of screaming and crying, he’d exhausted himself. By that time his mother had entered the room, nearly on the brink of crying due to seeing her son so distressed. So when he did exhaust himself she climbed in the hospital bed with him and held him, patting and rubbing his back like she used to do when he was a child. He still sobbbed in her arms while the nurses came back again to sedate him with a needle. 

It was a rough first night. Hell, it’s been a rough four years in general. He graduated highschool with anxiety and depression. Stopped showing up to enter the school with the boys and sarted to blend in with the crowd. Head down, airpods in, and attempting to catch up on the sleep he didn’t get everynight, in class. Sungmin transferred schools. He couldn’t fathom being in the same school as a murderer, let alone his new brother. Crystal and Namjoon stuck together for the rest of the school year. Ayami went back to Japan. None of them spoke to each other again after being released from the hospital. Bangtan was put on hold for obvious reasons. Everyone seemed to go their seperate ways. 

Somehow Jungkook couldn’t seperate his way from you. The drugs gave him hallucinations of you and he’d get high every chance he’d get just to escape his cruel world world and the pain from your death. That new tattoo he got representing you sits right on his right wrist. Your name with a small outlined paw print. Lost puppy. That’s what he first called you. You two were lost souls that ended up infactuated with each other. He also lost himself when he lost you. He’ll never be the same. Never again. 

[lblogss]

Hi, can you do a fanfic on if Sander got his own season? I would really like it :)

Hiii anon, I'm so so so incredibly sorry for my late reply!! Life has been rushing by so fast and my procrastinating ass kept forgetting to answer 😭 But better late than never!

I unfortunately am gonna have to disappoint you that I'm not gonna be writing a Sander season fic. I'm truly sorry!! (I have a small surprise at the end of the post tho!) Classes have started again and I'm busy with my side job too. And I can't deny that I'm too scared that I won't do Sander justice. Especially since my English/writing skills isn't that good, and I would want to give my 100% to it if I would go for it, cause Sander deserves it so much and I would want it to be perfect. But I unfortunately really don't have the time for that, I'm really sorry! :(

BUT! I found these two fics where other beautiful talented fic writers do have written a fic about a Sander season. Hopefully this is something that you're looking for and will satisfy you a little bit (if you haven't read them already 😉)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31007603 (peaceoutofthepieces, 30k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27111166 (ineedadrinkorsleep, 2k)

So the little surpriseee 👀 I don't want to fully disappoint you, so I do am planning on writing a very fluffy, soft autumn / wintertime fic of sobbe! 🥳❤️ It will be filled with warm cuddles, cozy blankets, rain tapping against the window, soft whispers, kisses and yeah... you probably get the vibe 🌧️❤️✨🍂☕����

I'm really sorry once again, but I hoped I helped you at least a little bit! ❤️

[disastercyborgecho]

SOBB Week #6/7 [All Prompts Lord help me]

Main Prompt: Battle Scars

Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut

@summer-of-bad-batch

This one covers Crosshair as he struggles with basic tasks after losing his hand, and his feelings of inadequacy in the shadow of his brothers. Echo understands this deeply, however, and they find solace in their shared experience.

Favorite Bit:

"But here, in the gentle waning light of a room he called his own, the sun turning everything gold on its way below the water, Crosshair couldn’t find anything in himself but pure exhaustion."

Note: I highly recommend listening to 'It's Called: Freefall' by Paris Paloma while reading this, as that is what the title is pulled from, and what I had on repeat as I wrote it <3

Other Note: This piece contains (very) brief mention of past/present s*icide ideation, and past thoughts of s*icide.

I hope you enjoy! This one is very dear to my heart

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Too Busy Saving Everybody Else To Save Yourself (And you don't want no help)

[alt. titled: Ain't Shit Free But Fallin' Out]

“Kriff.”

The razor slipped again, and Crosshair found himself sporting another knick among countless others across his skull, fingers, and cheeks. With only one hand (and a barely functional one at that) keeping his hair as short as he liked it was turning out to be an issue. And he was Not going to ask his brothers for his help. Or Omega. Absolutely Not. 

He tried to ignore the pit in his stomach that said he was useless now, and that he didn’t want his family to see him struggle with another benign aspect of their lives. No, it was just that he didn’t need any help, so there was no point bothering them for no reason. That was why. 

His hand slipped again and he cursed louder, the sharp side of the razor slicing into the meat of his thumb. Wincing he turned to bandage it over the sink, and his heart dropped.

Echo was standing in the doorway of his room. 

The reg had been away with Rex for a while, and they knew he was returning, but they hadn’t been sure when he was going to make it back. It seemed that moment was now. Echo’s face was soft, but tired, and he stared at Cross where he had shut the door behind him to the sniper’s room. Crosshair stared back, and couldn’t help but catalog how casual Echo managed to look in his movements despite missing an entire arm, managing his day to day tasks with ease one-handed. The pit in Crosshair’s stomach grew.

“I got back an hour or so ago but no one had seen you. Thought I’d come check on you myself.” Echo said. 

His voice was quiet and rough. Understanding. Crosshair wanted to punch him. 

“Get out of my room,” He hissed instead. 

Echo sighed and crossed his arms. “What were you trying to do where you managed to cut yourself so bad?” He nodded with his head to Crosshair’s thumb, which was still dripping blood slowly down his arm. 

“Blast,” Cross turned to finish washing off his hand but he glanced over his shoulder to see that Echo was still standing at the entrance of his room. “Get out.” He said again.

Echo watched as he struggled to slide the faucet on with his elbow, trying to avoid getting blood anywhere. 

“Don’t avoid the question.” The older clone said. “Do you need help with something? You know I’m happy to –” 

Crosshair cut him off again before he could finish, Shutting the sink off with more force than necessary. 

“Shut up.” He ground out. Then he scowled. He was trying to be better. Trying to be kinder, with this second chance at a life. 

“I don’t need anything, I was just trying to cut my hair and this blasted hand keeps…” He sighed and ran his now clean hand down his face, trying to ignore the hole sitting in his throat that made him want to push his brother away. “It’s fine, Echo. Okay? Just. It’s Fine.” 

He turned away again, searching for where he had dropped the razor to finish what he had started way too long ago, but was stopped short when he saw Echo leaning over to pick it up. With deft fingers the man flipped it over his fingers with the practice of someone who handled weapons for years, unafraid of the damage they could do. Crosshair hated that he still struggled to do the dishes and clean himself properly. Echo had lost three times as much as he had, and yet he was whining over a stupid haircut. He looked away in shame, scratching at his neck where stubble itched across his skin in a way he couldn’t stand. 

Echo pulled out the chair by his window and gestured to it. 

“Sit down vod’ika,” he said. 

So Crosshair sat. He told himself it was because he just wanted to get rid of the  annoying hairs on his neck, but he knew when Echo told any of his brothers to do something in that tone, they did it. Even after all those years apart, that hadn’t changed. Crosshair tried not to find comfort in that. 

For the next several minutes, both clones were silent. The birds chirped outside the window, a soft breeze blowing through it, and the sun was just beginning to set over the ocean on the horizon. The soft snick snick of the razor was the only noise in the room, as Echo gently scraped away the hair growing on Crosshair’s neck and head. Crosshair let out slow breath, shuddering as he calmed himself down. This wasn’t so bad. The hole in his stomach was still there, but he could breathe again, and anger didn’t churn in his throat. 

“How long–” He stopped himself. Took another breath. “How long did it take you to be able to do that with one hand?” It came out quiet. He tried to pretend it didn’t come out weak.

Echo chuckled a bit, the gentle cutting motions staying uninterrupted. 

“A long time, vod’ika. I still have trouble with basic tasks sometimes, you know. Chronic pain, too. All that shab.” 

He paused for a moment, and Crosshair wondered why he had stopped. Wanted him to keep going. Craved the warmth of the hands on his skin, reminding him that he was present and breathing. That he was alive.

“Oh.” He answered. He didn’t know what else to say.

Echo’s thumb gently brushed over the textured scarring on the side of Crosshair’s head, avoiding the area carefully with the razor. Crosshair stiffened at the reminder of the injury and all that came after, and he leaned his head away a bit. Echo’s hand slowly pulled away, and as they both breathed carefully together in the silence, he continued, careful not to touch the scar again.

“Aye,” Echo continued. “For a long time, I thought it would have been better if I had died in the explosion, or had killed myself on Skako Minor. I thought that I was useless, when I came back missing three limbs and a lot of the rest of me.”

His voice lowered a bit, and Crosshair could hear the lethargy in his tone. The years spent fighting a fake war, losing his brothers to meaningless violence over and over again. 

“Still do, sometimes.” He added. 

He looked down at Cross, and his eyes once again found the burns bubbling over the side of the sniper’s skull. He closed his eyes and took a breath, and then went back to shaving his brother’s hair. 

“I regret every day that we left you behind, you know.” Echo said. 

Crosshair didn’t move. Didn’t look up at his brother. Instead he looked out the window, trying to ignore the memories playing behind his eyelids. Echo continued.

“It wasn’t fair to you, what happened. It wasn’t fair to any of us. I just– Force I just wish that you never had to experience any of that at all, much less alone.” 

When Hunter tried to talk to Crosshair about the past years, he mostly found himself still angry with the other man. It was muted, and more nuanced now, but the betrayal of his Sergeant would always sit heavy in his heart. But here, in the gentle waning light of a room he called his own, the sun turning everything gold on its way below the water, Crosshair couldn’t find anything in himself but pure exhaustion.

As much as he had liked to tease Echo of his status as a reg, he knew what the other man had seen in his life. The endless years of war, the endless years of death that came with it. The betrayal of his own mind and body, and relearning everything he knew about himself stuck on a ship with strangers after his own brothers could not open their hearts back up to him. He knew intimately what it was like to hate your body and your mind, the things that both had done to hurt your brothers.

Crosshair watched as a butterfly landed on the windowsill for just a moment, fragile wings buffeted in the hands of a careful wind. He was so tired, but he knew that he could rest. Knew that there was time to take it slow. That recovery could take as long as it needed.

“It’s in the past now,” he said. “Can’t change it. Just have to move on.”

Echo finished cutting his hair, and then knelt down in front of the younger clone. Carefully he pressed their foreheads together, his hand warm on Crosshair’s neck. Cross’s own hand found its place on Echo’s shoulder, familiar and yet so different then the last time they had called each other brother.

“I am always here for you, you know that.” Echo said.

“I know.” Crosshair answered.

And for once, he was certain of it.

***

[Guys I joined this site this year because I loved this show so much and in the past few months I have met so many amazingly creative and kind people on here, getting involved with projects, and with others who enjoy the same stuff, and it has been so nice. I am so glad to know that the one thing I know I can always find solace in has reached other people who also enjoy it, and every time someone tells me that I have to walk in a circle around my room. Anyway, thanks y'all :') ]

AO3

[crazyztrain]

Mystogan x Reader (Fairy Tail) Chapter 5

3rd POV

Even though the sun was out, the weather in the north was harsher than Y/N is used to. Therefore she was happy to see Mystogan arrive at the market place shortly after her. She immediately waved him over with a smile, although she also seemed slightly dejected. 

"Did everything go well?," Mystogan asked, relieved to see Y/N free from any injuries. 

"Yes and no. Everyone was very nice but I didn't get any information on the dark mages. I do know where the latest monster attack happen though," she let out a sigh. When Mystogan told her that he was more successful in this regard Y/N felt her spirit rise even if she was a bit envious. She really wanted to show Mystogan that she can be helpful on this mission. 

As if she was an open book to him, the blue-haired mage scanned the area before suggesting, "How about we find a restaurant and have lunch? The wind is a bit cold and inside we can exchange information. I'm curious to hear what you found out." Y/N beamed at him and pointed towards a restaurant on the other side of the market place.

They found a secluded table in the corner of the room. After ordering Mystogan took a look around to ensure there weren't any people around to overhear their conversation.  "So, what do we have partner?", Y/N placed her face in her hands, propped up on the table.

"It seems the monsters in the mountains might be controlled by the dark guild. The guild exists, but the man who told me about this said that no one knows where the guild is located. However, members of the guild come into town and threaten the citizens regularly. They also extort protection money from all store owners."

"Those bastards!", Y/N exclaimed before clasping her hands over her mouth. Mystogan's eyes widened the slightest bit but soon held pure amusement when he watched the girl stammer apologies with a bright red face. 

"I see you must have spent a lot of time with Natsu and Gray," he chuckled.

"But it really is terrible. No wonder the people here are afraid to speak about it," Y/N's gaze help worry and sympathy for the people of Vecca.

"I agree with you Y/N. And what did you find out?"

At this, Y/N rummaged through her bag and pulled out a map. "Well, it isn't much but this here," she pointed to a circled area on the map," is where a group of monsters attacked three days ago."

Mystogan thought for a moment, "This is good information, we could take a look around this area tomorrow. Perhaps we'll find some hints about the dark guild." Y/N agreed and just at the right time the food arrived. Watching Mystogan eat his meal in a laborious way promted a snort to leave Y/N's lips. Her hand immediately moved to cover her mouth, "I'm sorry, I can't believe I've only been showing you such an unsightly display. The way you eat just looks so absurd, I'm not sure if I should laugh or pity you for this predicament."

"It's okay, you have been nothing but a delight. Actually I have to thank you," Mystogan admitted softly. 

"Oh, for what?", Y/N blinked. 

"For your consideration. Not once have you probed me about the mask."

"No need to thank me. It doesn't impact this partnership, so even if I'm curious it's none of my business. I'm sure you would tell me if you could, so don't worry about it," Y/N's smile was soft and reassuring. 

Mystogan did not move, maybe he didn't even breathe. It was as if he couldn't believe his ears, but seeing the earnest look in Y/N's eyes he relaxed visibly. "Thank you," he uttered before averting his gaze to his meal.  Meanwhile, Y/N's eyes were trained at the counter. There seemed to be a commotion but Y/N could only judge by the expressions on the faces of the owner and what must be his wife. The woman had tears in her eyes and through a gap in the door the mage saw a doctor with a stern look on his face.

"Even the doctor can't say what is causing her illness."

"Then we'll bring in another doctor!", the man whisper-yelled.

"What if they just tell us the same thing? We can't afford any more doctors," the woman sobbed.

At this point Mystogan has also directed his attention to the couple. He almost missed it when Y/N stood up and approached them.

"I'm sorry", she caught their attention, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I overheard that someone is ill?", she inquired politely.

"Don't worry, our kitchen is clean and steril," the man reassured without looking Y/N in the eye.

"Oh no, I'm not asking about that. I just travelled here from Magnolia and I specialize in healing magic," Y/N explained carefully. The man gave her a skeptical look which Y/N understood considering the kind of experience they have made with the dark mages here. He was about to say something when his wife grabbed Y/N's hands over the counter, "Please help my little girl!" She also nudged her husband and gave him a desparate look.

"I can take a look at her. Is she here?", Y/N asked to which the lady tugged on her hands to guide her around the counter. However, a hand on Y/N's shoulder held her back. When she looked back, Mystogan's face came into view, eyes golding a hint of worry.

"Is it alright if I accompany my partner? I feel restless leaving her alone for too long in an unfamiliar place," he requested respectfully.  The couple watched him quizzically but eventually agreed. They guided the mages into a small lounge at the back of the restaurant. Y/N's eyes immediately went to a small girl lying on a couch. Her black her was sprawled out in thin strands and her skin was ashen. Her eyes were closed her breathing was heavy. The girl was also so skinny that Y/N wondered aloud how long she has been sick.

"Over two weeks now. Three doctors have been here but nobody can find the cause, let alone a cure," the man explained. 

"And you think this woman can do more for the girl?", the doctor from earlier came up behind them.

"I can't know that yet, but my magic allows me to see things not visible to the sheer eye", Y/N explained calmly.

"Oh please. You think anything can be solves with a little magic, when you don't even have the slightest knowledge about medicine. An overconfident breat is just what we need," the doctor bellowed. Y/N was just about to respond when Mystogan stepped in, effectively shielding her from the doctor's glare. 

"My very much qualified partner will need a quiet environment to treat the patient. If you cannot remain silent perhaps you could also wait outside," the blue-haired mage declared politely but his voice was as sharp as a knife. 

Y/N had to bite back a smile and decided to no longer pay any mind to the rude doctor. She crouched down next to the couch in order to be at eye level with the girl.

"Hello, my name is Y/N and this here is Mystogan. May I ask for your name?", the young woman introduced herself softly.  Heavy lidded eyes fluttered open to reveal dull, sunken eyes. The colour still appeared topaz brown. 

"I'm Mio. Are you also a doctor?", the girl whispered in a raspy voice.

"Nice to meet you Mio. Actually I'm a mage. Is it okay if I touch you?" Mio nodded. Y/N placed her hands over the girls chest and stomach. "Body scan", she whispered before speaking to Mio.

"How old are you Mio?"

"I'm almost eight."

Chapter 6 

[alstublieft]

Circle of Love - Sobbe

30th July 2021

“Robin, look!” 

“No, there’s no way..”

“Please...pretty please.”

Robbe let out a deep sigh and eyed his boyfriend’s large green eyes and adorable pouty lips, he couldn’t say no when Sander looked at him like that - it was near impossible. 

The couple had decided to spend their Friday afternoon at a Funfair that was set up in their local park, to celebrate their 20 month anniversary which was technically yesterday, but they were both too busy to really celebrate. Walking around each attraction their hands clasped tight, they laughed in sync, bodies buzzing with alcohol in their veins. 

Striped red and yellow tents were dotted around the park, each one containing a different amusement, the park was filled to the brim with friends and family, the sun shone bright and it really was the perfect day.

Sander had fed Robbe pink clouds of candy floss and with each bite he’d watch his lover lick the sugary confection from the sides of his mouth, missing a crystal or two.

Later on, Robbe had spent more money than he’d like to admit on ‘Hook a Duck’ but eventually won a plush shark toy which he gifted to his Bowie-loving boyfriend, earning him a sweet kiss to his cheek. Robbe watched lovingly as Sander immediately took the toy, hugging it close to his chest. 

But now, as Robbe looked up at the Ferris Wheel that Sander so eagerly pointed out, it’s circumference alone sent shivers down his spine. It had bright neon lights that glowed at the entrance and the seats looked way too unstable to sit on. Nevertheless, one look at Sander’s pleading eyes and he was a goner.

“Okay, let’s go then.” Robbe gives in, trying to hide his nerves with a dimpled smile. 

Sander let out a high-pitched squeal and dragged the smaller boy to the queue, he babbled on and on about how he’d love sitting right at the top watching the rest of the world below and how he loved how the air’s density decreased the higher the ride took him and how he felt ‘on top of the world.’ Robbe loved listening to Sander, he would often rewatch the lockdown walk videos he had sent him when they were unable to see each other, getting lost in his deep voice; it was like a lullaby. 

Finally they paid for their tickets and stepped onto the metal platform and made their way to their seats, Robbe’s nerves increasing as the seat rocked slightly, he reached out and gripped Sander’s light denim jacket, fingers curling into the material like a lifeline. 

Sander, who had stepped on with ease, chuckles and helps Robbe to his seat, a steady arm wrapped around his waist.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re fine Robbe.” Sander reassures, his warm breath hitting the side of Robbe’s face and travelling down the length of his neck.

“Dank je” Robbe whispers, as they sit side by side in their cosy carriage. Robbe’s eyes wandered along the ride, ensuring each screw was tight and the bar to hold them in went all the way down and locked into place. 

On the other hand, Sander was bouncing with excitement as a worker came and checked they were buckled in securely, wishing the conductor would pull the lever and start the ride.

As if his mind had been read, the carriage swings back squeaking, evoking an endearing yelp from Robbe who has somehow gotten closer to Sander in their tiny seating area. 

“Sander, oh my god, oh my god, we’re moving!” Robbe shrieks.

“I know! Isn’t this sick?” Sander places his large hand on Robbe’s thigh, squeezing from sheer joy, his toothy grin could be seen from miles away.

Slowly they drift through the air, catching sight of their friends below who waved and cheered in excitement. Robbe looks up at Sander, analysing his facial expressions, the way his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, the mole on the side of his face which Robbe would always kiss twice because ‘it’s extra special’ a thin layer of sweat shone from the tops of his cheeks, glowing like embers of gold; truly magnificent. 

He loves him. He loves him wholeheartedly. Robbe would gladly step onto a million ferris wheels if it meant seeing Sander like this, so carefree, so joyous, so alive. 

Sander turns to face Robbe, catching his stare, a radiant smile makes its way to his face, brighter than the stars. They had glided higher, still not at the highest point, but significantly higher, butterflies erupting in their bellies and Robbe had to stop himself from looking down.

“Baby, look out there, you can see the mural.” Sander points with his arm, his voice getting caught in his throat, emotion getting the better of him.

“I still can’t believe you did that.” Robbe says in awe, squinting a bit, seeing himself across the park on a big wall in intense colours. Sander’s declaration of love really was for all to see.

“Why? You’re so beautiful, everyone had to know.” 

Robbe moves his eyes away from the mural to look at Sander, his chest filled with warmth, he reaches down and takes Sander's hand on his lap, slotting his fingers between the gaps - a perfect fit. 

Their eyes don’t leave one another’s, green melting into brown, brown melting into green. It’s as if the rest of the world went on mute, and it’s just them two alone, on a ferris wheel, sharing the same love. 

They don’t need words to communicate, they have longing looks, and the softest of touch; their souls are so intertwined, it would be paradoxical to try and tell them apart. 

In the midst of their love-struck haze, their carriage had reached the very top of the wheel, halting to a stop, lightly swinging back and forth, the sudden momentum breaking their adoration. 

“Happy 20 Month Anniversary, My Love.” Sander says, voice like melted honey, words ooze out of his mouth effortlessly, drawing Robbe in completely.

Robbe fixes his eyes on Sander’s mouth, the sides curling up into a grin, pearly teeth just peeking through. “Happy 20 Month Anniversary, My King.” 

Sander uses his free hand to cup behind Robbe’s neck, fingers tangling in his auburn curls, bringing his love in for a heated kiss, head tilting, breathing out through his nose. Robbe kisses back with just as much passion, wrapping his lone arm round to hold onto Sander’s shoulder. 

He's starting to understand why Sander loves being so high up, the atmosphere up here instantly eliminates the noise around them. A dingy carriage, on a rusty ferris wheel, at a funfair in the late afternoon. A haven for two.

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This is dedicated to my favourite person @debussyatmidnight

Millie, my light, my love, where would I be without you? I love you so much and wish you the happiest birthday...<3 

I know this is nowhere as good as the gifset you made me, but i promise, as soon as i learn how to create gifs - i’ll make you as many as you want xxx

love, aamana

[that-one-rat-in-the-cupboard]

Lil' snippit from a story I'm working on

Characters: (All Pirates of the Caribbean) Davy Jones, Will Turner, Uma Jones [oc]

Paring: Davy Jones x (daughter) oc [platonic]

Backstory: Davy Jones hooked up with a woman on his one day on land 19 years ago. He doesn't know he has a daughter. (May be ooc but, meh)

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Tears flowed from her eyes, porly hidden by the mist bowing through the air. Blood trailed down her back as salty sea water stung the criss-crossed lashes just bestowed upon her by the captain of the Dutchman. She had been sailing with the crew for a little over a year now. This was the first time the captain gave her lashes, and the eleventh time she was ever given any.

With shaking legs, she started to turn around to continue her work, facing the back of her captain. Her knees fell from under her, landing her a harsh thud on the splintering deck. Tears flowed like raging rivers, carving canals in her cheeks and chin as her sobbs grew louder, crying over the whipping wind. The same wind that forced the fabric of her headdress into her face, a poor excuse at wiping her tears. Her arms wrapped around her chest and shoulders in a pethetc excuse for a comforting hug.

Captain Davy Jones scoffed as he heard her wails, eyes peircing her very soul as he glanced over his shoulder to spout a few simple, yet harsh words, "Get back ta' work!"

Her wails quickly simmered down to whimpers as he turned away from her once more.

"Mercy...please, mercy..." she begged so quietly even the captain was suprised he had heard it.

With a sisnister yet amused chuckle, he turned back to her, "What makes ya think you deserve my mercy?"

Her teeth ground together as her eyes squeezed shut, begging for the tears to stop. Rage slowly began to build. She knew he didn't know, but that didn't stop her from yelling through the wind and mist as she tore off her headdress, "Because I'm your daughter, damnit!"

Her headdress was fisted into her palm, pressed against the dark deckboards as straight, long black hair spilled over her shoulders, pooling at her knees like octopus ink, glistening in the mist of the sea. Along with inky hair, tenticales fell to the deckboards. They were the same color as Davy Jones, and when she raised her head to look him in the eye, he could only see a copy of his own.

The whip in his hand clattered to the ground, his face coated in a blanket of disbelief, guilt, and slight confusion. Even his crew were shocked. They didn't know he had a daughter, and they could tell from his recation, he didn't know either. After a moment, he snapped himself back to reality, a scowl growing on his face once more, "Turner!"

Will Turner stepped forward before his father could, "Yes, captain?"

Davy Jones didn't give him so much as a glance before speaking, "Patch her wounds."

The words were simple, but it shocked everyone. Their Captain had made it adamant that if you got injured while working, you kept working and delt with it later. He was allowing two people in his crew to skip work for 'insignificant reasons' as he had called it in the past. For the first time, his crew had seen him show mercy.

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May take a while for the whole story to come out, (I'm thinking about 3 or 4 parts, maybe 5). Keep in mind I haven't fully finished watching Dead Man's Chest (I will today though!) so if Davy Jones or Will or anyone else seems a bit ooc, I apologize! If I feel the need to edit after I finish the movie, I might if I can find the time. I'm currently moving at the moment, so I'm kinda busy.

This is Az, signing off! <>

[lucidpantone]

You think is true that the Willems were tired of the show after wtfockdown and that caused they not wanting to be part of the show so much on the last two seasons plus caused akwardness on their friendship because of fans??? I saw that going around and apparently that was said from a close source but every Belgian can say is close at this point haha 😅

I actually found out that the willems actually asked production why they cut this cute sobbe improvised moment out of the last clip and also that Sander did take pics in the water we never got 😡. I think the willems are fine I got told at the beach herbots kept yelling "where is my man" as a joke all night and thats when they did some improv-ed scene that was a play on OG or something not sure what it was but wtfock cut it and that even the willems were like why?? that was so sobbe but ya know whatever. Wtfock always takes a left when they should take a right. Also sander did take pics in the water with the camera and we never saw those either. Whatever its over ..... am kinda of numb now when i hear about what could have been. Also from my 2nd hand knowledge willems are fine and herbots remains a big Sander stan. These guys werent bffs before all this started so i imagine they will go back to their old routine they also from my understanding dont live in the same cities. Am sure they are fine just booked and busy.

[voidselfshipp]

Paranormal Roomate

Cw: hurt/confort (none of the things my s/I says actually happened)

Summary: Jerico finds out shes sharing her house with someone unsual.

Only mutuals allowed to rb.

-> for this fanfic, I use the AU and visuals of "krosrios " on Instagram. (Aka. Dark//danny//Dan is older than me and the oldest of the feng.ton siblings)

Taglist: @tex-treasures @mercuryships @malewifehenrycooldown

Okay this was weird.

Jerico swears she had put that glass somewhere else, but whatever. Maybe she just imagined it.

Calmly painting away, she almost doesnt notice the sounds of heavy stepping. She stops, and tries to see if they come from outside. But then theres only silence.

"Weird" she thinks, to then shrug, and Keep painting.

Unbeknownst to her there was something going on, a local ghost decided it was a good idea to mess with her, scaring her with loud noises or weird sounds, footsteps.

Jeri at one point got used to it, to the point of talking directly to the ghost itself.

--I need to study, Keep it quiet!-- she said to the air, to then Open up her note books.

And what do you know, the ghost actually complied.

This ghost didnt seem to interact with her besides scaring the daylights out of her or eating food out of her fridge. But today was the exception.

Jerico closed the door of her house a bit too hard, locking it and leaving the keys on its usuall spot.

She threw her bag and jacket on the Office hair and plummeted in the bed. Letting out a loud sigh.

She curled up under the blankets, tears soon to follow as she hugs herself, and sobbs heavily.

She felt the weight of two muscly arms wrap around her waist behind her, something solid against her back. Shes too busy crying her eyes out that she doesnt freak out, only lean in the touch.

A soft and faint aquamarine glow catches her attention, she turns her head and is met with a heavily muscular Man, white flowing hair in a ponytail, red eyes and light Teal skin, wearing a black turtleneck and leather pants with combat boots.

The ghost clears his throat,after some seconds of silence he asks, almost in defeat-- What happened?

Jeri looks up at him, puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying, she just says--Bad day..

He sighs and pushes her head against his chest, body curling against her own in almost a protective manner.

--wanna talk 'bout it?-- The ghost said.

--...I dont know where to start...-- she made a pause, tanking a deep broken breath--remember that test I was studying for? I failed it, then there was so Many loud noises, ive heard them all day, someone poked fun at my insecurities....--she sniffed, the ghost Man looking down at her.

He says nothing and only hugs her tighter, anger in his chest directed at the person who dared make her feel bad.

--Easy...ive...ive got you now..-- he whispered against her hair, feeling her relax, still quiet.

They spent twenty minutes like that, in absolute silence.

--So youre the ghost that has been terrorizing me for months huh?-- Jeri asked, a faint tone of joking present.

--Hey..it never gets old-- he replied with a smirk, sharp fangs poking through his lips.

--Youre quite good looking-- jerico said off handedly-- I imagined you being like...a sheet ghost?

His flaming hair puffs up, cheeks turning a Darker shade of Teal-- Sheet ghost? Really?!

--hey! I dont know how ghosts look like!-- Jerico deffended herself, still joking.

He snorted-- well, cant blame you, I know for a fact that you dont like scary movies...you dont have any idea how ghosts look like

--that fact being that youve been living rent free in my house?

--i -- you-- he sighed-- youre the only one that lets me stay...

--Yeah I know..this house feels empty when im the only one living here...-- Jerico agreed.

--Uh..thanks for lettin' me stay..-- He looked away, awkwardly-- Figured you could use my name...Im Dan..

--Nice to meet you, Dan, im jerico

He chuckled thinking "dork"-- you better now?

--Yeah, thank you

--Dont mention it, hey...--his tone became softer-- ill make you some tea, you just..stay here..

--never thought the ghost who liked to scare the living shit out of me would take care of me like that

--You grew on me, youre too sweet-- Dan answered-- 'sides, if youre sad I cant scare you

--Haha, I like you too, dan-- jeri added sarcastically

He let out a happy "hmmpht" and flew through the wall to the kitchen.

Of course he knew how she liked her tea..., hes been living with her for months.

Though, a part of him was happy that he finally spoke to her, he didnt thought that he would get a crush on her when he first started scaring her. But she was very sweet, and a good person, and he couldnt help himself.

Jerico meanwhile had time to process what just happened. She grew fond of this ghost living with her, but now she had the smallest crush on him. I mean. He was very handsome.

Since then, Dan and Jeri became best Friends, and roomates, sort of.

Turns out, the beefy ghost was good at cuddling, and it didnt take long before Dan realized she had a crush on him. So, one night, they cuddled up in the sofá with some blankets and drinks, watching a movie, she was sitting on his lap, Back to his chest, both wrapped in a big blanket.

--Hey...-- he said, a bit scared-- I like you...

--Like you as in...*like* you like you? Romantically?

He looked away-- Uh- yeah..

Jeri made a pause as if she was processing what she just heard-- well..thats good..because I like you too..

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, to then move to her lips and kiss her with all his strenght, which was a lot..

Jerico kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

--I love you-- he spat out without thinking, love overwhelming Him.

--I love you too...-- She replied leaning in for another kiss. The movie becoming more of a background noise now...