#i dont watch one piece but i do get my info from him

[ravs6709]

My brother: people ship sanji and zoro??? Why???

Brother: *puts on a random episode*

Me: *sees Sanji step in to save Zoro and Zoro call him an idiot for stepping in*

Me: Ah, I see

[hauntingblue]

FRUIT LORE! FRUIT LORE! FRUIT LORE! FRUIT LORE! FRUIT LORE! FRUIT LORE! FRUIT LORE!

[bazoonga-bazinga]

watching tua s4 knowing fully how its going to disappoint me rn and something that keeps bothering me is just how awful it is that they dont show what happens during the 6 year time skip.

like in season 2 we get to see an abridged version of how everyone got to where they are. this allowed for me as viewer to at least undertsand the reasoning behind the siblings' actions and conflicts. but in season 4 there is just none of that.

instead we only get to see the after of the timeskip. Whatever bits we do hear abt the time in between are extremly limited because they are things that are told to us from biased/flawed/one-sided perspectives. I as a viewer do not get a clear idea of why any of the 8 charcters of the main cast change the way they do becuase i am never shown how this change ocurred. its more i am told things and have to accept because of the 6 year gap.

lila and diego's strained marriage is actually i think the only they showed without telling to an extent. but it still would have also been nice to see thier struggles transitioning to suburbia and would also aid me to better understand why neither of them tried to find an adequate balance in the 6 years. also like why is diego working as a delivery driver? in my mind it makes more sense for him to be a mediocre private investgator or something like that? idk just some more context behind the tension and thier decsions (especially lila dear god dont even get me started) would have been wonderful

viktor's journey to Canada and his distancing from the others sounded interesting and i would have loved to see that on screen. he clearly is unable to form long lasting intamate relationships and showing his life in the time gap would have been a great way to show his journey of accepting the loss of sissy.

allison was definitely hit hard by the lack of explanation. i understand the scheduling issues with raymond's actor but it truly was a heavy blow to season 3 allison actions when they just said he left with no other explanation. most of her conflicts in season 3 were motivated by the loss of claire and raymond and you are telling me she just lost 50% of that a year afterwards? and like this doesnt get mentioned until episode 3??

i actually enjoyed klaus's shift to a risk averse person and it did make sense to me after losing his immortality to become more aware of not only his but his loved ones mortality. the biggest glaring issue is the one everyone has talked about: the lack of dave. i think if they had shown klaus trying to find info on dave and/or even visiting his grave in the timeskip it would been fine with me that he wouldn't mention dave that much. but the dog tags being on screen and him not saying anything is actually inasne??? also it sounds like there was definitely more to his sobriety than what they have told sad that we didnt get to see that storyline....

everyone has said thier piece on how luther just mentioning sloane and then no other explanation is actually awful. like a simple flashback fo luther searching and finding sloane living a different life would have been better than them giving us nothing💀

ben i actually have nothing to say...it would have been silly to see the crypto scam ig. also an explanation of why they even showed the other ben the post credit of the s3 finale i think is warranted. like even a mention of yeah there is probably another ben who belongs to this universe walking around would have been okay ig

five oh where to even begin.... first of all how tf does a person who isnt even in thier 20s even get a gig at the cia. i know they said some bullahit abt five being a part of a relative young group/recruit (cant remember the exact wording) but like a person who is younger than 19 getting a job at the cia is a bit much. also i actually refuse to belive that five wouldn't have figured out his boss was part of the keepers there is just no way. after the handler and reggie i refuse to belive that five would lose his suspicion towards authority figures. i think the only authority figure he has ever listened to was the founder version of himself and even that took time. like if you want me to believe that bs then show me how five turned his brain into mush in the 6 year time skip. either that or show how me his loneliness in those six year because from what i have right now five worked at the cia and that is it nothing else. like from what i have been told by the show nothing else happended to him besides working. which if thier implication is that he was only working and drifted apart from his siblings that message was not clear enough to me as viewer and would have been alot clearer if i was shown such as thing.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles and Jeffrey Dean Morgan | New Jersey Convention, Main Panel (April 16, 2023)

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“hey dad! times been good to ya” (x)

when jensen and danneel had crushes on each other but were tied up with other people jensen wrote her a note that said “not now. but someday” and she still has it (x)

jdm was on jensens first date with danneel bc JENSEN INVITED HIM BC HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A FIRST DATE (x)

jensen: jdm got off a motorcycle in slomo and i saw hilarie’s jaw on the floor. she had no idea who he was (x)

fan: fav backstage moment from cons jdm: when i told everyone i was having a daughter bc i wasnt supposed to  (x)

jensen: when we announced the end of spn and at SDCC there were 7000 people and i told jared “take this in. this is it”  (x)

*everyone arguing over an answer* jensen; glad we figured that out. great job jdm: im still confused (x)

jensen got in trouble for sharing info abt a project last con so he will not be saying ANYTHING (x)

fan; SOLDIER BOY COMING BACK? jensen: uh…….no comment  (x)

theyre talking about their daughters jdm: mine will be the death of me jensen: one will be the death of me and the other will take care of me jdm; mine will be twerking over my grave jensen: HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW DADDY  (x)

.@JDMorgan : the year I did #Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy changed my life #SPNNJ (x)

.@JensenAckles getting the part of Tony in West Side Story in high school was life changing - after his baseball coach talked him into doing it. (x)

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the drama teacher at Jensen’s school wanted him to be in the spring musical and his baseball coach was like “you’ve played with me for three years. go give this a shot i promise we’ll be in the front row”  (x)  a talent scout was at the play and told jensen that he had it and he should come to LA and he went “lol take a hike” (x)  THE ROLE WAS TONY IN WEST SIDE STORY!!! and his whole baseball team was like “woah ” (x)

jensen: getting into the industry is harder now that it was back then jdm: i dont even know how to get an agent now jensen: yeah dont ask us for advice  (x)

Question: Jensen, what was your favorite thing about soldier boy? JDM: the codpiece. *crowd laughs* JDM: sorry, I thought you were asking me.  (x)

the boots soldier boy wore on the show are the same ones that dean wore on spn. they’re called carolinas  (x)

jensen: jdm texted me when i was getting fitted and he was immediately like “SHOW ME THE COD PIECE” and i was like “perfect timing i have five of them lined up which one” AND JDM SAID “PICK THE BIGGEST ONE” (x)

fan; nash was amazing. is there hope for touring in the future for radio co? jensen: thanks it took a lot of drugs jdm: he’s not lying  (x)

jensen: touring might be aggressive but anything is on the table  (x)

jdm: i watched it online and i remember texting you being like “what the fuck is going on that was amazing” (x)

jensen looked at steve and said “this is a bad idea we should leave” right before going on bc louden swain KILLED and they didnt wanna follow that  (x)

.@JensenAckles : even tho it was a vengeful mission, John set out to right a wrong. In The Winchesters we wanted to show John before that trauma.  (x)

jensen says the pilot of spn “holds up today”  (x)

fan: whats your fav format to play in (movies, tv, voice acting, etc) jdm; whatever has the best writing. we knew supernatural was going to be good by the first ep (x)

jensen turns towards tv bc he doesnt know where it’ll go and where it will end (x)

jensen: ive done soap operas and that was 20-24 pages of dialogue a day (x)

APPARENTLY ONE TIME JENSEN TAPED JEFF’S DIALOGUE TO HIS CHEST AND HE WAS LIKE “WE GOTTA GET THROUGH THE DAY LOOK AT MY TITS”  (x)

JENSEN TALKING ABOUT FRIENDS AND HE YELLS “PIVOT” (x)

jensen: i heard “anyway you want it” in the car and almost got out before the second chorus hit bc i thought i was late for stage (x)

fan: go to karaoke song? jensen: have u ever done karaoke? jdm: never in my life. i think you asked me once and i said “goodnight 👋🏻 ” jensen: right but it was more like “goodnight 🖕🏻  (x)

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[aj1dordinary]

GRWM to participate in a life or death brawl!

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x neutral!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader

@one-green-frog @whore-of-many-hot-men xox

thank you guys for showing love to my very first piece! i look forward to providing you with as much content that i can pump out! now that i’ve essentially finished the general background info, I’m gonna try to follow the storyline as closely as possible while also developing the lore for !reader. bear with me pls! don't know about any relationships taking place, but that may change. anyway, enjoy! xox

“hey guys! welcome back to my channel! as you all know, johnny and i decided to take a little vacation in between some of his big projects. that doesn’t mean that you miss out on all the action though so here’s a quick little get ready with me in this rehab facility he checked us into!” you poke your tongue out and shoot a peace sign to the camera before turning it around and showing the beautiful scenery of the monk academy.

“y/n! check this shit out!” johnny wails, he began showing his improved skills by throwing punches at a wooden dummy and with an uppercut, knocked the head a good 5 yards away. 

you whistle and track the trajectory of the dummy head with your phone. you’d managed to ration out your battery life despite filming and posting an abundance of johnny’s new life of martial arts. 

johnny runs over after to see the video for himself and as you play it back for him, he notices someone looking on with great disdain. 

“kenshi, man! I’m telling you, if you wanna piece, all ya gotta do is ask.” he makes a show of it by flexing his arms and posing as if he was back on the red carpet. 

kenshi rolls his eyes and lets out a puff of air, “i dont want anything you have to offer, john.” he crossed his arms and turns his attention toward the other guys that lui kang recruited to be the power rangers of earthrealm. 

you learned that kung lao and raiden were their names. you had to stop johnny from getting himself cancelled as he tried to make references to Godzilla when the men clearly were not of that origin. but they were cool people, you’d have to make a mukbang with them one day for sure. you paused, realizing you were no better in terms of geography.

“oh really? not even sentō?” speaking of being an antagonistic asshole, johnny removed the sword from his back and waved it around, trying to perform swift and severe moves as a ninja would. he made it a goal to make the sounds as well. 

you just stood at the ready, phone already recording and the sound picking up the popping of bubblegum in the background. a week in and you traded in your black flats and pantsuit for the same training attire that the guys were wearing. you were by no means throwing any punches, but you’d be damned if you didn’t match for aesthetic purposes.

kenshi stopped in his tracks, “oh i think you done did it now, johnny baby…” you twirl a curl of hair between your fingers, lowkey focused more on the rippling muscles and raging testosterone that put itself on display for you.

“now, now. if there is gonna be a brawl of any sorts, its going to be the one that decides who our champion of earthrealm will be.” 

“ahhh, the all-knowing, all-powerful always has such perfect timing,” you coo. “what’s hopping kangaroo?” 

“ah, i’ve been managing the behind the scenes of the competition. making sure all is in order for whomever our champion will be.” he smiles genuinely before bowing before you out of kindness. you would be rude to not return it.

“which is totally going to be me.” kung lao says affirmatively before throwing his makeshift razor-hat. it passes just over your head before getting imbedding in the side of a building.

“watch were you throw that thing! you kill my assistant, you replace her!” johnny pokes at his shoulder.

“nice to know that you value and care for her…” raiden chips in. 

“word.” was all you said in agreement.

“right…” lui kang claps his hands together, looking over the lively bunch in front of him. part of you wonders if he was beginning to regret his choice in heroes.

“as I was saying, today is the day. whoever comes out victorious in the matches will be earthrealm’s champion and will go on to battle against outworld warriors to defend the title. we will start with johnny and kenshi.”

“y/n, watch me beat his ass real quick.” 

“best 2 out of 3?” you say as you join lui kang on the sidelines. he simply nods.

“round 1… fight!” you say before banging the gong.

“beat his ass, johnny! wooooo!” you jump and cheer from the sidelines. 

“finish me johnny cage~” a robotic voice chimed from your phone. the sideline goes silent before you mutter a quick “oops” to check what the fuck just happened. 

you’re accidentally livestreaming. the voice being someone who donated. well, gotta get paid someway. you turned the phone back on the action, watching as donors flooded the chat, saying how sexy johnny looked when he was fighting and the whole nine yards.

“chat thinks you’re so cool right now. don’t disappoint!”

and how could he? with a swift uppercut, kenshi called it quits for the first round while he regained his balance and strength. 

“you’re not done yet johnathan carlton!” you call. he runs over as you take a gatorade bottle and squeeze the contents into his mouth and a little bit on your hands before smacking the shit out of him. “you get out there and you finish it!” he nods without a word before bumping your fist. when he turns to get back in the ring, you deliver a swift slap to his ass for encouragement.

“does that actually help?” raiden comments. he wouldn’t lie, he was tickled by the nonchalant relationship you and Johnny exhibited.

“nah. he just has a really nice ass.” you say, body language unwavering.

it definitely wasn’t helping. he was getting his shit handed to him this round. so much so, he tagged you in.

“whyyyyy am I here! i’m so quitting after this!” you scream as you block many of kenshi’s attacks. johnny, who claims he is just taking a breather, now acted as cameraman as he and the chat giggled at your attempts to evade kenshi.

lui kang had a smirk on his face as he watched the growing potential in you. Despite your obvious fear, you were evading kenshi’s offensive moves quite diligently. He eventually spoke with the goal to guide you.

“compose yourself, y/n. you’re bouncing all over the place, use that momentum for something else.”

you were desperately running out of air from running around the ring, but you couldn’t let up or else kenshi would deploy his frustrations about johnny on you (mmmmm). despite your fear, you heard lui kang’s voice and man, does this god have a voice of reason. you had to obey. so you placed your trust in it and stopped before quickly ducking.

 In doing so, you felt a gust of wind fly over your head, surely a devastating blow from kenshi. you then turned and blindly threw a punch. surprisingly, you made contact, square in the middle of his chest. he gasped for air as the assault caused it all to exit his lungs and drop to his knees. he looked up at you with a fire burning in his eyes. you did not wait to continue and tagged johnny back in.

“now who’s the kangaroo?” lui kang smiled.

“you must think you’re so funny.” you respond, completely stale-faced.

johnny ended up losing the second round, before recovering and winning the final round. quickly though, he was thrust into battle with kung lao where he lost. 

“a brawl between old pals,” you start. “how you feeling kung fu panda?” you put the camera directly up to his eyebrows on a 0.5x setting, getting an insane shot of his forehead.

“first, you’re no better than johnny,” you gasp. “second, i’m feeling really confident.” he finishes. 

“and you ray ray?” you proceed to give him the same media coverage.

“i’ve been waiting for this day for a while.”

“oh he’s so gonna beat your ass”

and you should’ve bet money on it too as raiden came out victorious. 

“so these outworlders, they hot? mutated? what exactly should we be expecting God-Almighty?” johnny asks but not without you delivering a swift elbow to his side for his crudeness. 

“outworlders do have an enhanced strength compared to humans. some also have powers like me.” lui kang demonstrated with his possession of fire.

“so what’s raiden got that can go up against people like you.” kenshi spoke up, finally seeming over the bitterness of his loss earlier. 

“i am always prepared. raiden, i bestow upon you the element of lightning. i ensure that it will aid you tenaciously. i am certain earthrealm will remain in good hands with you.” He hands the amulet over and raiden immediately demonstrated his new abilities by electrocuting the shit out of some training dummies. 

“ok one, he just literally roasted the fuck outta y’all and two, can he charge my phone with this new ability.” 

“can you be serious for one moment?” kenshi grumbled.

“oh im sorry, i thought someone who’s ass i kicked earlier had something to say?” you retort.

he was ready to respond again, but lui kang redirected the conversation.

“it is time. we must depart. outworld is expecting us.” he begins to move his hands in the same circular motion as before and another portal beings to open up.

“y/n! y/n! Look!” johnny points as if he was kid asking his parent capture his performance.

“i got it johnny, damn! it’s not like this isn’t my whole ass job.” you roll you eyes as you break your slowly dying phone out again. before entering the portal, lui kang turned to you,

“i trust that you won’t be getting yourself in trouble?” he raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor replaced with a serious one.

“don’t worry kangaroo, i’ll be doing the PR work for both johnny and i. count on me to clean up any mess these boys make. it’s all in the job description.”

his face screwed up in thought before he nodded.

“Let us show these outworlders what we are made of.” he led first through the portal.

-end-

I will update as much as I can but just know I am a college student with other commitments. bear with me!

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Puppy meets cat" woking title

✰---a/n: um so I disappeared! at least from writing. please enjoy chapter one to a fic with a working title! I’m planning on making this a three chapter fic or maybe just two let’s see how that goes! Don’t know how well this will do so let’s also see how that goes! This is supposed to be like an opposites attract type vibe where Vernon is the shy cat personality and the reader is sorta an excitable puppy personality. anyways please enjoy lovely!

✰---approx: 30 min read ✰---warningz/info: It’s meet cute idk the next chapter is gonna be pure smut I think who knows. Planning on making a non smutty version or just give a rundown of what happened in the theirs chapter for those who can’t read smut so look out for that!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You'd always liked dogs. they were playful, loyal, and often fluffy. what was not to want to cuddle up next to?

You wouldn't want it any other way. that means every time your dog would stall trying to leave for a walk you wouldn't get mad. maybe annoyed, yes. but mad? how could you ever be when two seconds later your dog is wagging its tail and enjoying the fresh air?

and at the little park you like to walk around, you really couldn't be happier either. looking at your dog, so focused as youre walking. even with one ear bud out you weren't paying that much attention. you knew your dog would alert you if there was any suspicious person or animal coming your way. you were so carefree in that moment, as cheesy as it sounds.

that was.... until you tripped straight over something.

well, something and someone, bracing your fall on your hands and landing straight into the hard pavement. you weren't hurt, a very minor scratch on your left palm was the least of your worries. your dogs leash was still tightly gripped into your other hand and as you looked over... phew your dog was fine. in fact, maybe a little too fine with the stranger it was completely fine with. your dog trotted over a second later. with a man, a very good looking one at that, taking a step closer to you on the ground.

you petted your dog on the head as you get up, unknowingly surpassing the kind hand of the guy offering to help you up. once youre on your feet you notice hes... connected to something... a leash? your mind starts scrambling. did you just trip over this cute guys dog? shit shit shit you think. but before you can say anything he speaks up. "are you ok? im so sorry about that. what about your dog?" he seemed more freaked out than you. which was somehow possible.

"oh yeah, dont worry. were good!" you smile, I mean you hand wasn't even hurting, "Im more startled than anything."

he scratches the back of his neck. "no seriously tho. I should've been watching where I was going. I usually walk my cat at a different time when not as many people are out and-- yeah you know."

wait, did he just say walk his cat? you replay it again in you mind and yeah, he just did. you follow that leash the rest of the way to the previously assumed by you to be a dog at the end of it to find... a cat... laying on the pavement. you do a double-- looking back and forth between the holder of that leash and what it was attached to again. take cause how did he just say that like it was the most normal thing in the world? "your Cat?" he chuckles, and it makes you a little distracted, a smile creeping onto your lips. "oh yeah. he doesn't really like--"

"you walk your cat?" you interrupt him. good, he thinks because he was about to go on an entire nervous rant about how his cat hates the leash so then he had to buy a longer one but now hes starting to think that his cat doesn't like leashes in general cause here he is every day in this park dragging his cat along. he blinks at you.

"bro, you dont walk cats..." you chuckle, eyebrows creased almost concerned. he presses his lips "well who are you to tell me what to do? maybe I do?" you rein your dog in closer to the two of you because of a biker zooming past. and to your surprise your dog is perfectly find with the complete stranger, almost cozying up to him. you cock your eyebrow. "oh yeah and how's that going for you?"

he rolls his eyes and sticks out his chin teasingly “oh yeah well at least mine doesn’t pee inside the house” you raised and eyebrow. “Ok but yours does tho?” You’re honestly really confused as to what he’s talking about. Did he fall too?? Was his head damaged? “Don’t cats use litter boxes that are, I dunno, inside?” He bursts out laughing. And suddenly you’re out at ease, even with the small scratch on your hand and even tho your dog is loving up to the stranger making you feel a little jealous. You stoped and shamelessly stared for a second too long. You finally got a minute to take him in. not just his soft spoken demeanor, but everything. his dark brown hair somehow shined in the sun along with his deep eyes. Ones you could spend so long mapping out— intricately crafted like out of the bark of a tall healthy mahogany tree.

“I’m just messing with you. Your dog is super cute by the way!” He comments. You look at your dog, sniffing this stranger with a cat none the less and wagging its tail. “Aw thanks! So is your cat— cuddly looking just like its owner haha. I have to admit I usually don’t like cats but yours seems really chill” he ducks his head muttering a thank you in a deep blush before saying “yeah duh. Chill is one way to put it.” he grumbles, though looking at his pet with a smile. it had made its way over to you two. now more awake and seeming happy to bee there. "well im glad!" he smiles, "and they aren't trying to go at each others necks." he observes with a chuckle. you take another glance at the two cutie fluffy babies-- actually playing together peacefully.

and then... you look back at him. if this wasn't a good sign you dont know what is.

youre about to say something, feel him out a little, maybe ask to meet your pets up for a play date and be a little bold. but his eyes travel to your palm. and he almost drops his leash. hes usually calm cool and just pretty chill, at least thats what his friends would describe him as. but now hes kinda freaking out. in one quick motion, he scoops up his cat and guides you to sit down on the park bench running off, yelling back at you that hes gonna go get you a bandage.

as he bolted into the store he didnt even care that it probably was illegal to bring your pet in there. he paid no mind to any weird looks because oh god how did he not realize you were bleeding? I mean, it wasn't much, but he still felt rally bad.

"I had no idea you were bleeding! im so sorry bro." he gently takes your hand in both his after he sets down the plastic bag from the local drugstore. you look around you in mild embarrassment as your cheeks heats up when he gets on one knee in front of you. a couple passersby smiled at the both of you and you were frozen.

"take me out to dinner first. damn. already proposing?" you try to laugh through the embarrassment as he puts the ointment on your scratch with a q-tip. his touch was feather light, and your body was in flames once again.

he laughs, "oh yeah youre kinda right." so now after siting down next to you, he peels open the bandage and places it over the very minor cut. again, to be honest it was only a little bit of blood. you had no idea why he was freaking out so much. him on the other hand? couldn't feel worse. he had just mad a very nice a pretty person bleed! he was gonna ask to walk your pets again sometime... now how the hell were you gonna say yes? he had hoped you didnt noticed his clammy forehead or shaky hands.

but to his surprise after he lifts his head... you smile at him. and he can't help but smile back

"this is too much! it wasn't that bad!" he shakes his head, "but you were bleeding!"

"barely."

"any blood is bleeding." you roll your eyes cutely,

"ok fine. agree to disagree."

he suddenly remembers what else is in the plastic bag and quickly plops it in your lap. with a shake of your head you pull out the contents. "you got the fancy water?! shiiiitt ok!" you admire the Fiji water bottle like its gold, holding it up to the sun. "only the best" he playfully nudges you, like a cat trying to get your attention to incise you to play. "had to make up for the scratch somehow.

the conversation goes from you two talking about how this is the best place to walk your pets even though his doesn't really um... walk. but hey, its still a great place to drag your cat you guess.

“see my cat is cuter than me. Somehow you’re cuter than your pet tho” as he’s dabbing a clean tissue on the scrape of your palm. you look up at him-- hair falling in his eyes. a shame really, you wanted to keep looking at those pretty eyes. "Paw Patrol?" you chuckle, even though hes not looking at you. he snickers, "listen, marshal and Skye are adorable." he pours a little water on your cut to clean it.

"you know their names?" "of course I do! come on the show is literally about animals!" he says playfully as he lays the sticky tabs of the bandaid on your skin, then gently pats them down. all the while youre trying not to notice how one hand is gripping your hand in his by the wrist, his pointer finger running up the center of the the back of your hand, thumb on the side of it entirely. his hands are... big, god are the big, but they're gentle and soft. and thats what makes it so hard to concentrate on responding to him.

"I guess I need to brush up on my tv watching then." it didnt come out as unbothered as you wanted it too but you doubt he even paid attention to that by the way hes smoothing out the bandaid and opening your water bottle for you. he finally looks up at you and shakes his head slightly, wordless for a moment, eyes squinting cause of the sun setting behind you.

it was like it was trying to tell him something

"what? no... this is a show about dogs" he says it, albeit jokingly with such seriousness. like he was setting you in on a fib protected secret or something. "no I couldn't tell from the police dog on the front of the box." you laugh. "I forgot that ones name but its a good show" he taps his chest "trust." you smile and nod at him as he gets up. "I'll give you my Disney account password, this is very important." you take a nervous swig of the water he opened then handed to you. "fill watch it then get back to you." you smile. at him, and he nods

somehow someway the two of you started walking along the parks path again. right along side each other. "so please, oh wise man, tell me all the lore from paw patrol" you laugh next to him as the silence got a little awkward. "or you could just watch the show!" he quips.

everything started to get better form then on out. his cat excitedly trotted along, keeping up with your dog who was as calm as ever. and really, neither of you were complaining. even when you two walked the entire park.... again... and again, and three more times. ending up at a little bench to rest your legs, though it really was just an excuse he'd made because any longer on his feet and hes literally fall for you and make a big fool of himself landing in front of you. not because he was tired. in fact he doesn't think hes ever felt more awake, not wanting to blow his chance, wanting to make a good impression. so really, this was to help his wobbly knees he got whenever you open your mouth.

your voice was ethereal. and it made something inside him spark in a way he never quite felt before. and well... he doesn't think he'll be able to get you out of his head when he gets home that evening, so he doesn't leave. not even when the conversation gets a little dry, but never awkward just in each others presence.

and for that same reason you dont get up from that bench you two sit on, overlooking the pretty landscape, and maybe sneaking the occasional glance at each other. your pets were cutely playing with each other like an adorable Pinterest video at this point so really... for the sake of your dog, how could you leave?!

and also for that same reason you turn to him fully, smiling and swallowing that wad of spit that was building up in your throat just thinking about this for the last thirty minutes. "hey its... its getting pretty late." you comment. he turns to you. "oh yeah youre right! sorry about that youve probably got shit to do that doesn't include sitting here." you smile wider at hi, leaning down and folding yourself in half, elbows on your thighs and chin in your hands. oh god why'd he have to be this cute while being stupid?

you had half a mind to invite this total stranger to your place for the night, your dogs old pet bed would be perfect for his cat as he himself slept in yours. but that would probably be ya know a tad bit too bold. and it sounded like it might just slightly scare him off. besides, a fun little chase is fun. "im not bored or anything, watching our pets have fun is fun to me." you say as if you aren't just enjoying being with him just as much. "they'll probably miss each other." he comments, one hundred percent not also talking about the two of you.

(absolutely not what do you mean???? thats weird of you to even think that.)

"hm, they will." you turn back to him. away from your frolicking dog and his cat, suddenly breathing heavy as the sunset glow illuminates his features, roses hues he hopes you'll blame on the sky. "maybe we should set up a play date for them... they seem to really like each other."

he nods his head in agreement, he can't pry his eyes off of you. and lets be real, does he really want to? "yeah" he clears his throat then repeats, "yeah. for the pets-- can't stop their fun can we?" he chuckles. "for the pets" you agree, almost like youre convincing yourself. and with that, you two set up a day to meet up right where you fell in a couple days.

and as you pry your dog away from its new friend found in his cat, you think "maybe opposites do attract"

~end~

I hope y'all enjoy chapter one!! who the hell knows when chapter 2 will be up I make no promises that it will be soon lmao

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[darkdemeter]

Hi idk if I sent this request your way,if so feel feee to ignore it.

But could you write a death x reader but the reader is an oldest sibling too? Maybe their (3) younger siblings are in Haven with the makers while their big sibling travels with death for supplies.

I was thinking that the reader could be a foil to death,they have an excelent relationshipp with their siblings, their younger siblings always try to act all tough when Deaths around to "make sure he doesnt hurt their big sibling"(its harmless though).

And ive always hc Strife being the second oldest,and its clear him and death "hate" eachother(or at least dont get along). So maybe the reader has more affinity with the sibling that follows them in the birth order.

Maybe during their travels the reader swaps "sibling advice" with Death(more Like they talk and he listens. I dont think he'd Open up much about his relationship with his siblings). I think the reader would be like "talk to them like adults,dont underestimate them,sometimes you gotta accept they need to get hurt to learn a lesson" that kind of stuff.

And I think the reader would also share how it kind of felt like their childhood was taken away from them and replaced with the duty to take care of their siblings (and that they would still accept taking care of them,they just wished they had more time to experience their childhood). just sharing those kinds of stories to Bond with Death.

Maybe after the supply run they return and Death watches from afar as the reader and their siblings are just chaotic forces of nature and play around and give the makers a stress ulcer lmao. Maybe he gets a little sentimental and hey maybe he puts the reader's advice to the test (with strife or with any of his siblings really)

Also,one more bit of info: Death has confirmed hes the eldest but thats about it, And the reader's siblings are all close in age to the reader,just a 4-5 year gap. (I imagine the reader being in their 20s)

(Pd: I wanted to request this since its heavily based some Real life experiences of mine as an older sibling! And the idea has been going around in my head like a DVD screensaver.)

As always take your time! Your writing's amazing!!!! Have a nice day!!!

THE BONDS BETWEEN KIN

◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE Death x GN Reader

NOTES ↳ Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JER!! Wishing you the best day and I hope this makes for a well waited gift! 🎉 I agree so much with the hc that Strife is the second oldest (or that he and Fury have this sort of opposite twin energy?) Writing this was actually a unique go because *LORE DROP! Demeter here, I am the youngest of my siblings. WARNINGS❕ ↳ a mixed concoction of fluff and angst — some profanity — Death is a bit grumpy at the start — we got a wholesome ending! — I think that’s it?

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Everything moves together in sync with each other. Hammers and mallets pound posts and pieces into place, platforms rise and lower at the controlled helm of a steady rope. Crafts are honed and day by day a further stretch of home is made. Humans engage and tidy and work, doing what they must and can for each other; for survival. And that’s what you must do with the pale rider.

He stands idle by Haven’s entrance like an outcast, back set against the old and creaking oak that overlooks a jungle of branching pathways. To those around Haven, he is walking trouble; he is Death after all. So when nobody goes out of their way to greet him or offer him a piece of hospitality, he returns the favour by not batting an eye their way. Most of them keep away. Most of them shrink away in fear of him.

Most… 

The flicker of burning amber slims finely into a narrowed glare as he watches you from that darkened corner of Haven. His hands tense against the cold skin of his arms that are squarely crossed over his chest, huffing and tsking his tongue to himself as he waits for you. 

Things haven’t been the same for any of you since the apocalypse, so you do what you must for what remains of your family, keeping them safe and well supplied. You can’t bear to see them go hungry or cold, you can never settle with the heartbreaking thought of them going without a place to lay down their heads out of risk of being compromised. You never could, now that you think of it. 

They understand why you must go, you’re one of the stronger and healthier humans who can hold themselves well enough in a fight or two. It still didn’t make the going away part any easier. Not since your parents died. 

“Alright, I’m off.” Your announcement only bears furrowed brows and sunken frowns. They fear that this time you won’t come back. 

“Do you really have to go?” Your youngest sibling cannot hide the slight tremble in their voice. Despite their old enough age to know how this new world works around them, therein lies the terrible and voided feeling of abandonment. 

“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

You know Death has this habit of watching you, you feel it even now, the way his piercing eyes bear a weight that almost forces your body to be pushed forward. You notice it too whenever you’re with your siblings, silent and watchful of how you play and mess around, how you coddle them like newborns whenever they’re in fear and how attentive you are to their wounds, troubles and failings. Not so much like him. With his siblings, he is coarse and ruthless, very rarely shedding that toughened exterior to be kinder. It’s how he was raised to be. And so, it’s only natural for him to continue to be that way. 

In comparison, you hold your ground when scolding your siblings when they do something wrong or dangerous, but nevertheless you temper your strict lectures with a level of care and love. You tell them to not go outside after dark because it’s dangerous and you don’t want them getting hurt. You correct them if their sense of play converts into discord. You don’t spit venomous judgment and tell them how it must be done, you guide and show them how it can be done. You’re a mender of broken things, a leader to lost and hopelessly wandering ones. 

You keep balance within the confines of your family, and Death keeps balance on the outskirts. Out of reach from you. Sometimes he feels like he envies the way you and your siblings get along. But that’s not right, it’s not envy. He can’t explain it, not even to himself. It’s just this insecure feeling that he’s done everything wrong by his brothers, that their so-called brotherhood is naught by an empty shell of petty lies, spite and disagreeable alliance. 

And Strife… he scoffs to himself at the mere thought and pictured recollection of that sibling. He thought Fury’s relationship with him and their brothers was a demon stirred nest. His estranged kinship with Strife was an entire beast all its own. The two of them always butt heads, caught in a state of arguing with no hope of a middle ground, even when there are options. The two can never seem to be on the same page. 

It’s one of the many sad reasons he admits is why he seeks solitude rather than the companionship of his kin; the very and actual last of his kind. 

Sighing, he pushes himself off the tree’s wall and stares sharply in your direction. There you are, still attending your younger ones with gracious and overbearing care. You spoil them with lavish affection, grabbing each one and embracing them tightly and peppering them with a treasure trove of kisses that they can miss you by. 

The youngest is given a tad more than the others. The baby of your little clan, much like War is of his own. 

Death stalks over with a harrowing crunch under each step, it’s noticeable like a literal announcement that the reaper has come for your soul. An ice cold chill runs down your spine and pricks along your skin with goosebumps.

Each of your siblings are torn from that tight and warm embrace you supply them with, a halo that hovers over them all protectively, and they each visibly tense up. If he didn’t find your stern eyes in that moment, he would have questioned why they all puffed up like a murder of fat crows. But he bites his tongue, he bites down the passionate stir of sarcastic aggression. 

“Are you finished?” he questions instead. His tone has a harsher bite to it then he cared to let on. 

“Yeah, just… give me a second.” It’s a second more you ask for. Surely the reaper can spare you that. He rolls his eyes, a fiery haze lacking direct and knowing pupils that flow about in the carved out sockets of his mask like wild fireflies. 

Knowingly, you direct your gaze to your siblings. You see through their toughened charade easily because you know them — each of them an open chapter within a book. They mean to hide their worries and carry on as if your going away doesn’t leave them haunting around Haven as ghosts that float anxiously until you inevitably return. As if something to prove to Death, they hold their heads a little higher and furrow their brows a bit harder with determination. 

“We’ll get to work on those tasks for you,” says your middle sibling, the youngest nodding in agreement. You huff quietly to yourself. “Alright. Take care of them now. Stay out of trouble and be sure to help out the Makers when they need it. I mean it.”

The rise of your brows makes it fundamentally clear that you will not hear another tale of your siblings running amuck rather than helping the Makers. 

“I’ll keep them in check for you,” assures your second oldest sibling. 

Your nearance in age makes it easy for you both to converse often and come together for the better. That’s what Death has come to understand. You pat their shoulder with a smile, proudly fond of their commitment to ensure things run smoothly in your absence. 

You turn to Death, daring to meet the soul-shuddering cold of his gaze and gruffly, he saunters off with you not far behind. A chorus of voices familiar call after you in bidding you goodbyes and reminders to stay safe. 

Out of all the survivors in your little enclave, you’re really the only one that embraces Death’s skulking presence, his quiet and brooding nature that leaves him on the looming outskirts as he remains watchful and vigilant. His trips are usually short and few in between his other priorities, to what accomplishments you have little idea, but your company is at least familiar to him. Still, you can be subjected to the brutality of his cold shoulder. 

“So what has your scythes in a twist this time?” you ask, your eyes highly observant of your surroundings. He only grumbles in response. The voided silence is only occasionally disturbed by a drawled caw that circles from above, Dust languidly surfing through the air. 

“I’d wage a penny for your thoughts, but you don’t strike me as the gambling type.” He’s scouring some corner of the area, sifting through a bundle of half splintered and damaged crates in search of supplies. 

Years ago, this exact spot was a graveyard of a small and docile park, smothered ankle-deep in ash and decay. Now, the trickling resurgence of growth sprouts freshly, the sunlight dances in soft haloing rays through the crackling rubble. Flowers are beginning to bloom. Much like Humanity in a way, the world itself is slowly finding its footing again in this changed world.

You wander over to him after dragging a sorted amount of supplies that you already found. The sun would be setting soon and it was best to remain close in numbers. 

“C’mon,” you chide with a wistful breath of air and you join him at his side. “I know that burdened look when I see it. Out with it, Horseman.”

“It’s nothing that concerns you.” Your lips purse sharply, brow slightly raised higher than the other, a pure visage of ‘Oh really’ on your face. 

He continues to ignore the idea of looking at you and instead focuses his search on the crates before him. A Horseman reduced to a lower task, he’s almost brought into the far past of his youthful days, a time where he saw worlds conquered and thousands slaughtered. 

However, he only had himself to blame for offering to go with you, noting how despite your skills, you wouldn’t last out here by yourself. Not without him. 

Shaking his head with a short tut jabbing in his throat that pulls tight on his vocal cords, he catches movement out of the corner of his eyes. You walk forward until you situate yourself against a fallen structure, half sitting on it and cross your arms. It’s not too long after that Death’s feathery companion lands beside you with a throaty warble, bristling his feathers into a puff.

He cranes his neck and the flaming core of his stare meets yours, intentionally ignoring the lazy bird that chirps a velvety purr while you absently pet a finger along his back. He sees that same look you give your siblings when you’ve caught them in a lie. 

The amount of times he’s given Strife that same pressing look and still, he never yields any similar results that you do. 

Death sighs to the wind that carries it up in the air to be discarded and forgotten much like his many attempts to reconcile and temper his brothers. Every turn had been for nothing in the end. 

“Your siblings giving you trouble, Death?”

You sound sincere and it almost visibly shakes him. So genuine in your knowing, in your concerned question. His chin falls with a steep incline that you read as an affirmative nod. Yes, you know just which brother in particular that Death’s mind is tormented by, leaving him bitter and lonesome. 

“My younger siblings do things that drive me crazy at times. There’s times where we fight, there are days where it’s hard to juggle the roles. I want to give them a promising world yet I have to also be realistic. I always let them know that my intentions for them are sincere. That I want what is best and most safe for them.”

Death is silent. He can hear the inaudible but…

“But… there are times where I have to stand on the sidelines and let them do their thing. I have to watch them fall so I know they can get back up on their own feet. Because when I’m not around, I want to know they’re going to be okay without me.”

“And yet you coddle them to no end,” he remarks. You hear the rasped judgment in his tone and you chuckle to suppress the thin layer of tears coating your eyes. 

“I do,” you admit with a nod, “I do, yes. What I’m trying to say is that it’s not easy being the oldest, okay? I know what it’s like. All the responsibility shoved on the shoulders, made to be the lookout, the judge, jury and executioner. To be gentle yet stern and understand when and what was necessary.”

Death stands to his full height after he moves a few crates aside, possibly littered with some supplies you can take back to Haven. 

“I have noticed… you treat them more like soldiers than anything. Especially Strife.”

“I do not—”

Your lashes beat fast at the sudden defense he fronts and he catches himself, eyes thinning into a glare. Either way, you know you have him there. And he knows it too. He joins you, leaning against the structure while crossing his arms and undoubtedly scowling under his mask.

“You try to hold them back from their capabilities and mold them into compliance. More than anything after everything that’s happened, they need a brother. I think you’ll find that if you talk to them, really talk to them, that you can find common ground. A stable union.”

He turns his head in your direction but doesn’t exactly meet you. His raven locks fall over the white contrast of a bone and placid visage, the dimming orange of sun emits a glowing aura around him and the wind gently breathes through his hair. 

He almost looks thoughtful, heavily seated in an internal channel that studies your words like ancient scriptures. 

Perhaps humans did have a shred of intellect. His shoulders jump as a low and gravelly note comes from his throat, it sounds almost like a dry chuckle. It still brings a hopeful smile to your face that he’s found something useful in your advice. 

“How exactly did it all fall on you to look after them?”

It’s a loaded gun more than a question, so heavy with a leaded tale of many days that seemed uncertain and scary. Your body slumps forward a little, lips pulled in to sink your teeth into them. “My parents weren’t around a whole lot, they were kept busy working longer hours each week to bring in enough money. My dad’s job had him travelling a lot anyway and…” You pause, rolling your tongue over your teeth.

“Meanwhile, I was left to look after my siblings. I was the one who made them dinner, got them washed and ready for bed and checked if they brushed their teeth. Some nights the power went out and I’d have the flashlight pointed at the ceiling to make shadow puppets. Kept them from getting scared of the dark.” 

You swallow thickly. “I did… everything I could for my little bear cubs. I’d get into the shittiest of scraps with kids who shoved them around. I’d sneak out of school during lunch period to make sure they were doing alright in their yard.”

It’s a flurry of memories that come back to you. A series of events cataloged into your mind, to remember the good and the bad, how much worse things could have been, but also something else. 

“Do you blame your parents for it?”

Immediately you shake your head. Out of necessity or because you truly don’t blame them. “No. I love those kids with everything I have. However… I paid the price by giving up my own childhood for it. Instead of typical teenage sneak outs or going out on dates, I stayed home on the couch helping the kids with their homework or heating up enough popcorn so we could all huddle up together and watch a movie. I taught myself how to ride a bike so then I could teach them how. I was never really taught by my parents when they were around. They would just vaguely explain it to me, then go about their own thing.”

Instead of a soul shredded and marred into something heinously bitter, you stiffened your upper lip and rolled with the punches. In the forced haste of time that hurried you to grow up, you saddled up with the responsibilities that were your parents, not yours. 

The bottom lids of his eyes flinch, a minute action but heavily betraying his thoughts as you both stare at one another. 

He’s almost… bothered by your story. As though he finds it unfair. 

You shrug with your brows rolling with a lax coil as you shove off that small grief. “But it is what it is. I didn’t get the chance to experience what my childhood could have been. It would have been nice, I would have liked to enjoy it while I had it, but I’d trade it all a hundred times over if it meant they grew up knowing they were loved and appreciated, that everything they did was acknowledged.” 

You have to take a break before the bubbling writhe of tears come undone. Clearing your throat, your fingers pluck the frayed rips in your pants, annoyed at the little imperfections that those rips represent. But then you smile. You remember those fights started on the sidewalk as a bully gave your youngest the roughest shoulder they could muster. You’d knock noses, bust lips and pack bruises if it all meant that your siblings knew you always had their backs. 

Sighing shakily, calmed, you continue, “That’s what being human — and older sibling — is about. You’d give anything for them, to see them safe, see them smile and to see the world at their fingertips.”

“You’ve raised them well. I cannot see any other doing the task better than you have.” Your brows bevel in the center, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Thanks, Death.”

He can take your response any way he likes, but you’re glad that you had someone to unload the burden to. Someone who can in some way relate. You and Death have much in difference but you see many other alignments that match up. Almost two sides of the same coin that flips round and round in constant motion. A never ending cycle, a duty never entirely complete. 

With a glance towards the setting sun, you push yourself up on your two feet, disturbing Dust’s placement that sends him flying to the winds, and you begin to sift through Death’s collected supplies. “Just talk to him like a brother, Death. Because in the end all you have is each other. And when shit hits the fan, you need them on the sidelines of the ring.”

Death hums, a steep sound that reverberates in his chest and rumbles in his throat. He straightens his posture and his eyes follow you closely, watching you with the keen intent of a hawk. And he nods. Not the sort of evasive or dismissive bob of his head, but an actual bow of his chin that then rose up. Your lips grow wide into a grin. 

“Now, shall we get this stuff back to Haven?”

Your name is shouted in burstful happiness, relief trailed in whimpers as your youngest sibling runs to you. The other two keep their pace cool as they approach, aware of the pale rider’s presence next to you while you both unload the cargo of supplies. 

Placing down a crate, you replace its company with that of your eager little bear that engulfs you boldly that it knocks the wind from you a little. You huff out a short laugh. “Hey, I wasn’t that long. I promised I’d be back.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“See that you’re both in one piece,” remarks your middle sibling, earning a soft jabbing elbow to their rib by the other.

“Yes, we’re both alright.” You glance to Death then. “Thanks for helping me out with the supply run. Should do it again sometime.”

Death had found the actual events of going through supplies mundane, funnily enough he thought he would die from how boring it was. No, it was the nature of your little talk that kept his mind occupied. 

“Try not to run out of supplies so soon,” he retorts dryly and you chuckle. “We’ll try but more humans are being found by the day. Maybe we’ll need some extra hands onboard soon enough?”

Death’s lips curl into a slight sneer to what you allude to behind the mere suggestion. His eyes roll far around in his skull and he shoves his shoulders down, releasing the tension from them as he moves swiftly to spin on his heel. 

“Be seeing you around, Horseman,” you coo over your shoulder, your attention becoming a stolen relic by your thieving siblings. 

He stands at Haven’s inviting gateway and stops in his retreating advance. Something compels him to linger in the shadows of the tree’s abode, a place he finds so hostile and uninviting to his very existence, but among it all there’s you. You always offer a greeting nod of your head, a direct line of contact with his eyes as you acknowledge him. Your eyes don’t shakily follow him like he’s a phantom to be watched and feared, you embrace the gloom and grim of his company. 

You won’t admit it anytime soon, but you always have this sense of anticipation. And when he’s not around, you find yourself missing him. 

Death hides in the now blackened corner where he stood earlier that day, his eyes flaring and dimming depending on his concentrated intrigue as he watches you. You and your siblings organise your collected haul into piles. 

“What’s this? What’s this thing do?” 

“You know what that is, you cheeky little thing,” you chuckle as your little siblings begin their cycle of mischief.

“Huh, look at this. It looks just like you.” You gasp at the second oldest, mouth agape that cannot portray anything but that insulted fun. “Oh really?” You quip before you both engage in a small scuffle. 

You become entangled in playful headlocks and knocking the other back with reserved and non-lethal blows. 

Before Death’s eyes, all four of you are causing the type of trouble you had warned them about before you left. Between the mockery of fights, you hold them tight to you and ruffle their hair affectionately. When Ulthane marches over, his eyes bearing the fearsome darkness of a scolding glare, he begins to bark and roar with fuming irate. Your siblings had gotten up to no good, and what you once warned them about, you now indulged in their mischievous plots. 

A small stone Ulthane kept in the back and higher stacked crates to indeed keep mischievous and curious humans out of reach from, was now the prized toy of a game of Maker-in-the-middle. Instead of throwing high given his advantage there, you duck low and keep your throws to the sides. 

Laughter fills the air around you as you play around, getting a little too rambunctious but otherwise it's all an exchange of kinship, a bond strengthened over the years. Death wonders if you allow yourself these luxuries now to make up for your lost childhood, and maybe you did, but it lights a feeling in his chest that it almost swells with an unknown fire. 

By the time he finally moves to take his leave, he lets out a slip of a chuckle, gentle and tenderly adoring. Out of all the humans, Death holds a more softer regard for you. 

Strife doesn’t bother in entertaining his older brother’s arrival, his gaze set on the distant view of Haven from this afar camp that he refers to as The Exiled Point. A fitting title he named in spite of Death and their recent confrontation with each other. 

He doesn’t pay any mind to the thunderous fall of steady footfall moving towards him. Strife is far too engrossed at his post, keeping watch here, no longer hindered by the need to wear the robes of his disguise in order to fit in around the humans. The closest he ever felt to belonging somewhere. 

“Strife.” The gunslinging Nephilim only scoffs with a venomous whistle flowing against his masked tongue. 

“You gonna tell me to pack up and leave again?”

The kinship is strained between them. Ever since that distasteful argument, the two have grown further apart, barely sparing the other so much as a shouldering glance. No hint of remorse, no intent to mend their breaking brotherhood. 

“That’s not why I came up here.”

“Then what is your business here, Brother?”

Death’s head falls slowly forward and his shoulders sag down. He tries to think about how you’d react, what you would do in this situation. What would you do?

“I… wanted to see you.”

Strife cocks his head to the side, body jostling with a sharp and jagged laugh that hints at his still writhing anger. “Well, you’ve seen me! So you should be on your way. I dunno, go and see the humans, go out and protect the balance. After all, what help could I be? I’ll just be a danger to everything.”

Death raises his foot to rest it atop the cut down stump beside Strife, the moonlit winds bellowing the flowing scarves and waisted tabards of the brothers’ armour. Both set their sights to the faint glow of Haven’s lights. A soft beacon in the foggy distance. 

“What I said to you was unfair.”

Strife clicks his tongue that runs over the sharpened tips of his fangs. “Still doesn’t change what you said. You don’t get it, man. When I was down there with the humans, I felt—”

Strife feels his heart rap hard against his chest. Within the blaring glow of flittering gold, tears shimmer. He wanted to yell, he wanted to cuss and roar at Death to mount up and ride away, to never come near him again. He wanted what he had seen the humans have with his own brothers; but he couldn’t.

Death shakes his head, voice sullen. “At the time, I thought I was doing what was necessary. What was safe for the humans. But I see now that I didn’t make the right choice. I treat you like a soldier, I talk to you with scorn and hatred because it’s all I’ve known. But first and foremost, you are my brother, Strife.”

With a loud, bellowing sigh that forcibly drags Strife forward to slump in his posture as he sits on a perched rock, he takes a moment to reflect. It hadn’t been fair at all that day with that fight. 

They were both ready to kill each other if the Makers, War and Fury hadn’t intervened. If you hadn’t stepped in to keep the brothers from ripping each other apart. You didn’t agree with Death’s decision then, after all, you had gotten on well with Jones. With Strife.

But Death was the eldest, the leader of the fabled Horsemen. Who was Strife, the second eldest, to fight and argue? Who was he to disobey an order?

“I’m sorry, Strife.”

It sends a volting freeze through Strife’s entire being, his muscles tense and his unresting spirit freezes. It feels like his heart has stopped beating. 

Not once has Death ever been sorry. The only time he ever expressed a shred of guilt and remorse was for their fallen brethren, for Absalom… 

Strife finally shifts to look to his side, meeting Death’s eyes. A steadfast silence passes between them that slowly begins to mend the wounds of their drifting apart. His golden eyes dart and waver behind the visor, his lips tugged and twisted into confused sneers and parted, forgotten sentences. 

“I cannot take back what I’ve said. I cannot promise to coddle you like a newborn, but I wish for our brotherhood to become stronger. I want the bond between us to become so powerful that it will take more than a mere disagreement to tear us apart. You — and War and Fury — are my kin. Because in the end you three are all I have.”

Both are settled into silence again, listening to the low howl of the wind’s carrying gusto. Their sights retrain their focus on Haven, as if the kindle in which they both knew that was you, brought them together. A far off thank you that you won’t know of until you see them again. 

A small, genuine and high-spirited laughter burns in Strife’s chest, soon joined by Death. 

“So am I still in exile?” 

Death curls his fingers into a tight fist and much like he’d seen between you and your siblings, he punches into Strife’s shoulder. “You never were. You always had a place to belong with us.”

As time goes by in a passing of shaded midnight, moon gliding slowly through the sky, two brothers that watch over Haven become three and then four with Dust finally perching himself comfortably on Death’s shoulder. Each of them embrace the cool winds at their backs, basking in the quiet contentment of their renewed bonds. And all because one human had the answer all along that finally united the four Horsemen not as soldiers, but as a true brotherhood. 

[helluvabossrewrite45]

Hello, I just wanna say that your scene rewrites are amazing. Seeing Stars has got to be one of my favourites.

On the topic of Octavia, I agree that Viv and her team missed an opportunity with Via. To me in the context of the narrative, Octavia can be a tragic character that is screwed over by the writing. It is implied that she takes after Stolas with her love of astronomy as their form of bonding. Yet, she slowly watches her father drift away from them and is probably wondering if they—she even matters to him. You’re just watching a parent that you had a close bond to just leave you behind because they found someone else that captivated their interest. On top of the divorce that is currently going on would leave a child feeling doubtful.

I also just never understood why the writers want to keep having her being mad at her dad, even though they say that Stella has clearly been ruining the family, yet it’s his fault? Half the time the writing seesaws on Stella and Via’s dynamic because the only time she does care is when Stolas is there and…I get that could be counted as gaslighting, but the character lacks subtlety that it’s hard to tell when she’s always yelling. More often she doesn’t even care for her with two episodes implying this.

I just in general feel frustrated with this family because either avenue could be interesting if the writers took it seriously enough but they don’t and instead choose spur of the moment scenes that we have to use as jigsaw puzzle with some pieces not fitting because world building barely matters.

Sorry for the ramble. You’re version or fix it is probably one of my top favourites for the characters because I can definitely see the use of the loosely outlined jigsaw puzzle. Have a nice day/evening.

Thank you anon, im glad you like my rewrites

I agree 100% with via, they did the same thing with moxxie to her, that being repeating the same arc again of her being mad at her dad but forgive him in the end. It kind of shows that just like moxxie, they didnt know what to do with her which is a shame because the small details she has are there to be fully explored, but they never explore them. Like her and music, she oftens listens it even at the dinner table and with stellas reaction to the cheating affair, we can peice a puzzle of her doing it as a coping mechanism; escaping her problems through distraction. And with seeing stars main plot is around via running away to see a meteor shower, it would've been perfect to explore that side of her along with more knowledge of the family in general to piece this puzzle their giving (like the relationship with her mom, her uncle, the rest of their family, how they react to the situation, how their currently dealing with it, etc...) through flashbacks (since the whole point would've been that these issues wont go away no matter how much you try to ignore them) And yes, her closeness with her father drifting away is definitely tragic and its sucks that it wasnt futhered explored, especially with the entire goetta situation as a whole since were in season 2 and we dont even know how they reacted to it. It makes me wonder why even give us these pieces to solve properly if its so little that it makes it pretty impossible without theorizing from any vague info we have and thats not how problem solving works.

And yes, its odd that shes only mad at stolas but never to stella. I mean, i get she would be on her moms side because of him cheating but still with how stella is written, you'd think she'd hate her too. In this rewrite, stella would actually be subtle in her abuse to stolas in a way where you can still recognise it but also understand why other (like via) wouldnt. An example of this would be my first post where her and stolas confront each other about the divorce, the quote; '-or did you forget? Like you always do?'. Its meant to showcase her most common tactics, shaming. From her background (that i'll explain further in her own post), she oftens picks up things from her family, which shaming is included. She would shame stolas whenever he makes a mistake or does something she doesnt approve of (like if he wore a suit she didnt like, she would say; 'you know were meeting your family right? You think they want to see their son of royalty in that sort of wear?' or them arguing on how much time via should spend on her astronomy lessons; 'Shes going to be a future you and what, you wanna just, make her lazy, huh?!' (or even 'I didnt think you'd care that less for your own daughter....') See these are what you could recognise as shaming but also understand why people may not consider it so, potentially using excuses like 'oh shes probably right because its royalty/she just cares about looking good enough for her family' or 'oh she just cares for her daughter and her future' (ironically enough, those are kind of what fans AND the show itself use as an excuse for stolas lmao) but just because via doesnt recognise stella's abusive tendencies, doesnt mean she isnt upset with her. She very much is, mainly with stella's aggressiveness as stella developed anger issues throughout her life and didnt have anything to help it. Via hates it whenever stella yells because of course she would be, no one likes angry loud noises! Its just that unlike with stolas, shes not as open with her frustration to her mother because shes genuinely scared of her from that aggression that makes it much more harder to truly express her feelings about her, instead keeping it to herself along with her feelings towards how the rest of the family is reacting to it given that it just feels too much for her to be involved in. So the reason why shes only open on being mad at stolas is despite what he did, he's the only one she feels safe in being mad about (I mean, she does have andrealphus as someone safe to an extent though he's very dismissive of telling her whats going on with the goetias and definetly doesnt take being wrong well like stella so hes not much better) that way, it'd be more understandable and futher peice the puzzle of their family and their dynamic. Family itself is quite complicated because of the nuances it has behind it and i wanna incorporate that to the goetias were their not fully evil but tend to care about their statuses rather then whats right in front of them (that being them as a family) since i think its interesting to explore and wouldve suit stolas, stella and octavia really well.

No need to apologise for rambling, i like getting asks of peoples thoughts/ideas on helluva. Hell look, im rambling too. I hope you enjoy the future rewrites i have in store, have a nice day/evening too

[finniestoncrane]

(Please do this request when youre ready and relaxed enough for it ♡ i know you get a million of these and i dont wanna put pressure on you for thus ;w; )

I always loved the idea of soft arkham knight scarecrow. Mans always working himself and doesnt want to take time off for himself, but sees y/n(or reader really) inna soft type of way. Of course hes an ass or just mean sometimes, but those tender moments? Just jon gazing (or just staring holes) into his lovers eyes and promise hell burn the world for them, these tend to come out during sex or when hes beat tired.

Maybe something like jon hurting himself, and at first hes defensive and pushing away, til reader finally tells him he needs help with that atleast, so he allows it and it turns to a soft moment with kissss and gentle words qwq ❤🥺

Just,, soft jon is my fave, even if its little to none

Again!! Pls dont rush this and make sure youre in a good mental spot to do this ❤ i dont wish to stress you out with more request Q-Q

Tender

Arkham!Scarecrow x GN!Reader, word count: 500 as if i needed tender by blur to carry more emotional weight, but anyway i love soft jon, i love boys who are the masters of fear because underneath they're just very scared 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: injury, blood, kissing

From the other side of the makeshift ‘lab’ you heard the gentle tinkling of smashed glass hitting the floor, turning quickly to find Jonathan kneeling, balanced on his weaker leg, lifting the pieces from the ground.

“Do you need help?”

“Perfectly capable, thank you.”

You approached him anyway, slowly, quietly, until you noticed that one of the shards had cut his thumb which was now bleeding profusely, droplets spilling onto the floor, mixing with the orange liquid that oozed into the cracks in the tiles.

“Oh no, you dropped a vial of the toxin?”

“Plenty more.”

“Your thumb, Jon…”

“Also fine.”

“But, the wound is open and the toxin-”

“It doesn’t have any effect on me anymore.”

He was indeed immune to the effects, either inherently or through years of exposure, but it was the blood that caused you concern.

“You’re bleeding though. A lot. Let me clean it up for you, please.”

Placing gloves over your hands, you cleaned up the wound, making sure there was no glass left embedded into his cracked, filthy finger. It was deep enough to warrant a couple of stitches, something Jonathan was more than happy to allow you to do for him.

“This might sting.”

“I’m very used to this specific pain.”

You tried to smile at the humour, dark as it was, but you knew it came from a place of genuine hurt. As you watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of your eye, he yawned, and you felt something invisible but strong tugging at your heart.

“You know, Jon… you should get some sleep. You don’t need to do everything alone, or be awake when I’m awake. There’s no need to be a martyr to the cause.”

He looked at himself in the dull reflection of the metal table.

“I’m afraid I already am.”

Bypassing the social conventions set in place by the nature of your working relationship, you took his cheek in your hand, turning him to face you, offering him a smile, his cold skin warming under your palm quickly.

As you only just grew accustomed to the fact that he had allowed such a close, intimate gesture to go unchecked, you were quickly taken aback as he leaned in, grabbing your face, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss took your breath away, how surprisingly tender it was, the feeling behind it. A drop of passion, a hint of desperation, vulnerability. And when your lips had parted, he remained close, stopping for a moment to catch his breath with his forehead against yours.

And when you had prepared yourself for the sweet moment to end, he quickly turned his head, a kiss on your cheek, the side of your neck, round to the front as his hands found your thighs, clawing at them. You inhaled sharply, tossing your head back to allow him more room to explore you, but he was done. It was over.

He pulled away, uttering a soft thank you before returning to the work bench. Tender, sweet, healing. You hoped he would remember the gesture, and the unspoken commitment to providing him with more when needed.

[barbatoskisser]

Hello humans! Quick warning - I spam sometimes and I just reblog ang type wtv. Consider this q blog full of whatever catches my eye. May contain smut but I try to keep this as sfw & friendly as possible <3

Pronouns here for those who want to compliment but dunno how <3 (i love you all, i need to update it, but its pretty accurate for now!)

Commissioms OPEN 0/5 link here for info

PSA - not terribly active due to irl reasons!! Dw, ill explain everything once I have a chance. But yeah, I'm mostly on discord because thats where a lot of my friends congregate. May still reblog occassionally. Asks are always open, just might take a min for me to respond !

Name

Adin River Barbatos

Age

19...somehow? I don't know either.

Pronouns

He/Its but if it/its just feels awkward to you, they/them is fine (in moderation). Primarily I use he/him though.

Rules / Guidelines

Very much basically just don't be an asshole to me or my mutuals and to protected groups. I support palestine and ukraine, gay and trans, and I'm far from neurotypical. I'm white too, but nyeh. Overall I dont support racism, zionism, homophobia, transphobia, and abelism. Be nice. Not as enforced but if your a minor and think "oh hey neat! A sfw adult blog!" Thats cool but dont be surprosed if I randomly rb a venti smut or spicy venti, lyney, xingqiu, or aether fanart. I fullhearted consider all above as adults and now willing to debate it. If you don't think so, just block me. If genshin ever says directly "[character] is under 18 years of age." And its one of the few, then no shit I'll get rid of this but otherwise it stays up. Eitherway, yeah, no promises i wont reblog spicy occassionally. Be warned and dont interact with that stuff unless ur a legal adult. Also, preferrably, keep drama to a minimum. If a mutual of mine, or someone ypu may think of as a mutual of mine, does something problematic send me a dm and be respectful about it. I'll investigate and if I find it absolutely appalling I'll no longer be friends with them. But just know 9 times out of 10, I really dont care about what my friends post about (see: "problematic" fics. I DON'T CARE. If it doesnt involve in real life humans, i do not give less of a shit.) Unless its in real life that someone did sonething illegal then I'll give a shit. Otherwise, yeah, i'll side with my friends. No offense.

Friends

@definesanity , @archaicanathema , @gunterdon , @unkownknowledge , @pale-value , just to name a few. They're all great [chefs kiss]. I'm always open to gaining more mutuals, but preferably be 16 or older. I don't understand gen alpha or anyone under 16. They confuse me. Henceforth; please be over that age otherwise I'll feel like I'm talking to a toddler. And i doubt you wsnt to be treated like a toddler. Anyone born past the 2010s atp is a toddler to me. I'm a 2005s kid.

Species

Am catboy future vtuber / streamer with secret human. Hint, a friend of mine. Also, if you ask my friend gunter, he'll say eldritch creature. So, honestly, who knows ~ ehe.

Fandoms/Interests

Hunter x Hunter, Genshin Impact, Ouran High School Host Club, Lunasmr audios, That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime...If its popular enough, I've probably watched it. I used to play Honkai Star Rail, but I've since fallen out of it. Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear, some others. Essentially, quite a number of modern isekai. Up to Overhaul arc of my hero academia with no plans on finishing, all of Hunter x Hunter, all of Dragom Ball Z, up to the universe tournament arc in Super, All of Slime in the anime adaptation. Though i do have webnovel spoilers. By the grace of the gods (pleasw someone yell at me about it. I beg you), Lowkey getting into Monkey Kid lego edition

Okay as I'm rewriting this I've watched a lot, and I mean a lot of shit. So ask me about a show if its not on here. The only ones I can say I haven't watched are demon slayer, attack on titan, naruto, and one piece. Maybe one day, but certainly not today. Currently about to start a few new series. On youtube I'm starting to watch Grian and Kaboodle. Damn their fun. I dont know if its on here, too lazy to check, but also pLEASE ALSO YELL TO ME ABOUT IRUMA KUN. I LOVE IRUMA KUN SM. I NEED MORE IRUMA KUN MOOTS.

Favorite character(s)

Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecss, Venti / Barbatos, Goku, Illumi Zoldyck, Ryoma Takebayoshi, Alluka and Nanika Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Rimuru Tempest / Satoru Mikami, Milim, Veldora Tempest, Paimon, Xiao, Gorou, Lyney, Lynette, Arlechhino, Furina, Zhongli / Rex Lapis, Focalors, Karma Akabane, Korosensei, Nagisa Shiota, the rezt are kinda forgettable. Mavuika, Nahida, Mualani, Kachina, and more to come. I love so many different characters its not even funny.

Other Things

Congrats if you've read down this much! Here would be a secret code for a silly but the co-conspirator said no. You'll have to wait!

[mirage-ocs]

🖤 + Dane & Set + Bas

@livealittleoc-cb

Dane: do you really want me to fill it out now? When Aphrodite is this cl- aight, don’t blame me for the answers you’ll be getting.

1. Dane’s initial impression of Bas and Set:

Dane: a brat and a good boy

2. Dane’s favorite physical attribute of Bas and Set’s:

Dane: Bas? As long as this info isn’t leaked, his hair. I want to pull it. Dont get me started on his lower back, rigjt near his ass… i wonder how well he can arch? And Set? His throat. I want to leave marks on him. I life when I can trail my nails over his jaw and neck.

Dane: I’m serious, this paper is not leaving my sight.

3. Dane’s favorite personality attribute of Bas and Set:

Dane: honestly I like Bas’ bitchy attitude. I wouldn’t sub for anyone- but him? I’d do it for him. And Set? He’s chaoticness is adorable.

4. A moment that made Dane realize how much they care about Bas and Set:

Dane: when I came around and saw they were protecting me. No one’s done that before…

5. Something Dane never found the words to say to Bas and Set:

Dane: there’s a lot of things I’ve wanted to say to them… I think I have that notebook somewhere…

6. Something Dane wishes they had never said to Bas and Set:

Dane: I don’t think…

7. Something Bas and Set does that makes Dane feel safe:

Dane: when I can see them, it makes me safe knowing I can step in to protect them

8. Something Bas and Set does that makes Dane smile:

Dane: when they bicker, it’s quite adorable

9. Something Dane wants to protect Bas and Set from:

Dane: any threats, the emissaries, from whoever made Set feel like he can’t eat home cooked food

10. Ways Dane says “I love you” without saying anything:

Dane: just being there for them, watching and adapting to their love language

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Dane: cool, I’m gonna go burn this piece of paper now

[tkeyahwrotethis]

You got designer shades just to hide your face & you wear 'em around like you're cooler than me.

One day while my boyfriend was at work, he texted me asking if I could pick up this special herb he likes that his friend grows and sells. I didnt have anything planned that day so I drove out to his friend’s apartment. I didnt have his phone number so I just knocked on his door the old-fashioned way & a beautiful man answered the door. I think we immediately started sizing each other up, making me blush. Hey! I’m just here for Matt’s usual, I finally spoke up. Still looking me up and down, Matt’s girl… interesting I never would have guessed that. I started feeling embarrassed I thought to myself, Am I not my man’s type? I just shrugged it off yeah that’s me… with a little nervous giggle. We exchanged info just in case I needed to place an order I wouldn’t have to go through my bf I could hit his line directly. 

My boyfriend and I had a picture-perfect relationship, and yet… “Jay Rivera” would text me every other week to come over to his place for one reason or the other. I wouldn’t call myself popular on any level, I have a few close friends. But Jay Rivera was painfully popular. I dont really know why he liked having me around so much but it always feels nice to be seen by popular boys. One night we were watching one of those Netflix stand-up comedies on his couch and he was laughing so hard at a part where there was no joke. So I was like what’s so funny? Looking at his phone He told me your boyfriend is outside for his order, does he know where you are? I felt SICKKKK I started crying I was like he can’t know I’m here wtf am I going to do?? he was just laughing so casually telling me to hide somewhere in the house. I scrambled and hid in his closet I heard my boyfriend come in they chopped it up for a few minutes and then my man left. Jay Rivera retrieved me from the closet, the coast is clear he said smiling at me. I rolled my eyes at him. I softly tell Jay Rivera we aren’t even doing anything wrong so why am I hiding in your closet? Why is this so wrong? He was too amused and just jumped over the couch and laid down. Then he turned over on his stomach telling me he’s sore. I started rubbing on his back and I whispered to him I think I need to break up with my boyfriend. He was like yeah I think so too. 

The relationship was going amazingly well but it was very private. I’m sure people suspected but we never confirmed anything because I had just gotten out of a relationship. One night he threw a house party and it turned into a secret cult wedding. I wasn’t prepared but they adopted me into their pack. They’re werewolves. Their popularity makes so much sense, everyone having distinct roles in the friend group, not to mention the physique. Immediately after the wedding was over and the party dissipated, Jay became controlling and abusive. 

Now people knew we were an item so it was like people were always watching. I felt like I had to protect my image, and his. I have no idea why. I should have exposed him but I never did. He was always overly friendly with other women and possibly cheating on me. He was still so popular. I felt like I was the problem so I tried to be extra kind to him that only made him more aggressive towards me. Now the house parties were stressful, girls giggling and whispering at my expense probably because they're having a piece of what’s mine. I decided to ice him out I just stopped talking to him around the house & withholding affection from him. I wanted him to feel the shift in the house. I told him if you’re getting pussy from someone else you dont need mine. I started making some new girl friends. I never told them about what was going on at home but at least I could party outside the house. I started feeling like myself again. 

I came home a little tipsy one night and Jay Rivera was upset for whatever reason. He tried to initiate sex with me and of course, I shut that shit down and shoved him. He grabbed me and pulled me in closer shoving his tongue down my throat. I turned my head and kept trying to get him off me and he forced himself into me for hours. I didnt speak to him at all the next day and despite my ignoring him he kept making advances at me for conversation screaming at me “I SAID HOWS YOUR DAY?” & this was just my reality. Acting like things are amazing around the pack, and getting my pussy abused at home privately. 

My friends were my escape. I loved them we talked on the phone, we hung out frequently and we went to the club every weekend. Jay couldn’t stand me being happy away from him, even though he was the one cheating. If I got my nails done he would pin me down and break my nails or bite them off. If I did my hair before going out he would mess up my hair and force himself inside of me right before I walked out the door ultimately causing me to cancel with my girls. He’d mess up my makeup and break my makeup. If I laid out my outfit he would rip it so I had nothing to wear and force himself on me if I tried to argue with him about how he’s treating me. 

I figured I’d invite my “pack” over while I was getting dressed because he never hurts me in front of people and for a few months I was safe and partying and happy again. Of course, he caught on and when my friends came over he would be walking around in his boxers or a towel. He started insinuating to my friends that he and I were open to having 3somes and that we were in an open relationship (we were not). It started making me feel insecure and I became distant with my friends.

I decided to work on my fitness and planned on running away from him because he wouldn’t divorce me & he always threatened me if I tried to leave. Every day I ran a trial route. I worked on my time getting faster and faster. I’m still in my marriage and honestly not every day is shitty, and it might sound insane to try to outrun a wolf but I never said I was a sane person. All I can do is try to get faster and stronger every day until I can be free from him. 

TO BE CONTINUED!!

[hauntingblue]

I cant believe I am already on fem law... this happened like 2 days ago I cannot do it....

[bugflies00]

ok its time for my. traditional post-stream moment (well. post-vod considering the circumstances) where i try to condense all my thoughts into a singular post especially rn since i didn’t liveblog so people not watching don’t have to see it

dsmp spoilers obviously 

um. okay uh well first off im still crying, that should give you…? an idea of the effect this stream had on me…?

im still holding onto hope for this story to be about healing but if it ends grim and the only hope is ‘oooh volume II blank slate woo’ i don’t know what i’ll do with myself LOL (despair). but i’d like to think if wilbur didn’t kill off his character. i’d like to think tommy wouldn’t either. but like always in extremely tense dangerous points in the story before i’ve never believed they would die like i never thought cwilbur would die yknow. but i think. well this is the most scared ive been for lore since um well ever actually i think

first off. gonna try to avoid talking about dream as much as possible even his character.  just hope people aren’t gonna take the justifications he and cpunz give for the . Horribly Fucked Up shit theyre doing as valid and start running with ‘oooh cdream was in the right and the victim all along!!’ but who am i kidding they probably have already. ill admit i didn’t see the hydra-type plan coming, with one not being killable if the other’s alive so that was a twist

UMM lord that whole lava room scene was . indescribable levels of fucked up and dont get me started on how cdream managed to convince ctommy that all the shit and abuse he’s suffered (even up to doomsday) was HIS FAULT and we see that resurface not even an hour later when ctommy tells ctubbo every bad situation theyve had since the start of the server has been his fault. don’t get me started

when they broke character because tommy couldnt do the stunt of aiming the throw of the discs JDJZDJJDSJ appreciated the break of the tension it made everything worse after in comparison. even tommy said he was on the ‘verge of tears irl before that’

and then the nuke. we got SO SO CLOSE to an acknowledgment of the nuke plan. of c!rocketduo’s plan to kill ctommy. but honestly while we didn’t get it outwardly i’ll take ctommy hesitance and like. pause after ctubbo said cjack helped him & ctommy brought up the explosion near him as him putting together the pieces. ill pretend just for my own sake. SPEAKING OF ctommy now knows cranboo was the one who set up the explosions (under mind control obviously) that stuck him in the prison with cdream and got him killed!!! can this boy catch a break. well he’s dying tomorrow so i guess he’s getting a very long break (<- just cried for an hour at that prospect)

and then. ctommy setting up the plan to trade his life for everyone else’s.

okay so like we all saw it coming but Ummmmmmmm well still a punch to the gut. Ummmmmmm. Ummmmm dealing well with this info. also ctommy screaming at ctubbo to ‘stop being optimistic’ and ‘its over, theyve lost’ and how he needs to just do this and die and its the end. Hahahahhahaha disc war finale roles flipped amirite. now ctubbos desperately clinging onto an alternate solution and ctommys the one who’s so jaded, so desperate that he’s convinced he needs to die (and that he deserves to. let’s be real ctommy thinks he deserves to die because he believes he’s at fault for the shit he and the others have been through. and if he dies without anyone having fucking proved him wrong. well.)

and like in my mind this story has always been about healing, like i said. and i’d genuinely be surprised if tommy chose an absolutely grim ending for his character (dying for everyone, sure a hero’s death, but dying still thinking he’s at fault for it all. that’s not just tragic that’s unnecessary.) but yknow at this point

the part that got me the worst was the whole bit after they started walking away from the nuke site. like they started walking towards and on the prime path and talking about how it was the last time and Uhm wellllllllll yes so maybe i cried fuck off . like the LAST TIME do you realise this???? LAST TIME c!clingyduo walked the prime path. and when ctommy started talking about lmanberg. looking at the flag. ASKING CTUBBO THAT, AFTER HIS DEATH, THE FLAG BE PUT UP THERE TO FLY IN THE WIND. ASKING CTUBBO TO TELL EVERYONE, INCLUDING HIS SON AND HIS SON’S CHILDREN, THE STORIES OF THEM AND THE OTHERS AND LMANBERG. looking at the lmanberg pictures. sitting on the bench together but there’s no music anymore because the discs are gone but that’s alright, it’s so pretty, look at the sunset tommy isn’t it so pretty? yeah it is. i’m gonna die tomorrow tubbo

like its all always been about lmanberg because it was about them. and i know people are gonna run with cpunz’s ‘nations exclude those not part of it’ argument, but lmanberg was about the community. like ill never say this enough lmanberg was literally family like that’s what they were all fighting for or clinging onto or running away from . and it was their project and to cwilbur it was ctommy and they were all important but ctommy was the heart of it all. he gave everything for it, for them really. over and over and now he wants ctubbo to tell those stories after he’s gone because he plans to walk in tomorrow at eighteen years old in a place where he’s only known trauma and death, walk in there and lure his abuser and his partner and then take a nuke for everyone. youngest one on that server. and yeah they’re not kids anymore (according to them) but they are they’re fucking kids ctommy is so tragic i feel fucking ill

and now its past midnight meaning Today is. final ctommy stream ever. Um well it has not sinked in yet. two years and probably my favourite character of all time ending Today and most likely dying. brother i don’t know what i’ll do with myself if he dies im genuinely so embarrassingly attached to this character and the others and this story. and so much of it feels so hollow when they walk around the server and there’s no one. idk whatever happens tomorrow i’ll still be so fucking glad for this story no matter how fucked up some things have been recently and no matter how much wasted potential there was. this is disgustingly sappy but tbh you clicked ‘read more’ on this post like u signed up for this. anyway ctommy my shining star whatever happens tomorrow youve been the best ever🌟🌟🌟 my favourite little guy in the whole wide world literally a star

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Hands of Time 3-4

Jay: (wearing the snake samurai helmet)

Nya: It doesnt do anything?

Jay: Other than make me look cool ;)

Everyone:…

Jay: What! Ik how to accessorize 😒

OH OH OH IK WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE PERSON WHO MADE THE HELMET

ITS KAIS PARENTS

I REMEMBER THIS I REMEMBER THIS

Wus so old 😭

ZANE. HES STILL UNCONCIOUS?!?!?

Yes kai. Go ask Dr Saunder for help. Youll totally not find exactly what your looking for…..

Okay… so Krux BRED snakes and made a new species of serpentine????

Thats… something.

The funniest thing is Wu just randomly falling asleep when hes halfway giving wisdom/advice

Wus doing this on purpose istg 💀

I remember it being this exact season where I started to legitimately like Kai as a character

AAAAA ITS LITTLE KAI

HE HAD FRECKLESSS AHDHSHFBSH

Im never getting over this

I love little kid Kai so much I NEED to hold him.

Im never shutting up about this

Lmaoooo the time brothers put Kai at undeserving high standards 😭

Like no. He didnt figure out your plan. Hes just here for advice.

Cole: Acronix! But I thought- I thought he got finished off!

No. He didnt.

You guys didnt think for one MINUTE that he mightve escaped and were very willing to believe he just died then and there.

Nya, Jay, and Cole (after watching Zanes memory footage and seeing Dr Saunders and Acronix): DR SAUNDERS?!?!?!?

Jay: Oooooh I always knew there was something snakey about that guy!

Nya: No there wasnt! Dr Saunders was such a kind old man. Remember all those school field trips to the museum?

I forgot they were teachers once.

Jay: EXACTLY! And how boring were those!

Cole (quietly and shyly): I kinda liked them…

Im being fed so much mudshock content rn that its honestly shocking (no pun intended)

Kais so oblivious😭

At least the mudshock team is gonna save him

YES PIXAL WAKE ZANE UP!!!!

☹️ she wasnt able to

Kai (refusing to leave because he might find some interesting info but completely unaware of everything around him) But you never know what will open a door to secret information…

Kai: (sits on a chair and opens a secret passageway and doesnt notice AT ALL)

Kai (suddenly becomes intelligent and cracks a piece of the puzzle): The helmet is just like the time brothers! That means Krux must still be around somewhere!

Krux/Dr Saunders: Thats ridiculous! I told you- (mustache rips and falls off)

Kai:

Okay but Kai can actually be legitimately smart when he wants to be.

BROOOOOOO

KAIS COOL AS HELL

FUCK YEAH

Jay: Wish we had the others to help us fight these snake samurais.

Cole: Well, say hello to our newest members! (Uses lava punch hands)

Cole (looking at his fists): Lefty! And righty!

Cole (does the punch thing wrong and has both him and Jay fall back from the force): Woah! My bad!

Jay (addressing Coles fists): Lefty, Righty. Nice to meet you!

Jay: Also, DO BETTER.

HFJSNFBBSNFBR 💀💀💀

Theyre so goofy I love them

Okay but how does Coles magic hands actually work.

Im a huge fan of their Hands of Time ninja suits. I genuinely love how detailed every ninjas suit design is.

I dont like this ☹️

Kaaaaiiii

Hes sounds so distressed

I promise you Kai your parents helped the time brothers against their will

This is actually reminding me of The Tournament of Elements.

Why is Kai so easily manipulated.

That doesnt mean hes not smart tho.

Props to the writers tho, theyre very consistent with his character.

Kai: (about to get time punched)

Nya: (water surges Acronix)

Nya: awww gee, what a mess! And to think we just cleaned up the museum.

I love her so much

Im used to Kai calling Nya ‘sis’ but I physically recoiled when she said “back at ya BRO.”

HELL YEAH SIBLING FIGHT

THE WATER AND FIRE SIBLINGS AGAINST THE TIME BROTHERS

Kinda sucks to be in love with your brothers wife :/

This is directed at Wu btw

I kinda liked that scene, it showed that Wu doesnt know everything. That hes just as scared as the ninja sometimes.

ZANES BACK BABY!!!!!!!!

Aaand hes talking gibberish

Pixals so pissed at Nya that she can’t figure out whats wrong with Zane 😭

Nya: Maybe what you need issss…

Pixal: Please dont say a new binary cord….

Nya: A new binary cord!!!!

Pixal: NO.

WU.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

THIS IS WHY YOUR DYING.

BECAUSE YOU DONT TELL THE NINJA SHIT

Misako: Tell them, they might be able to help.

SEE, EVEN MISAKO KNOWS WHATS UP

Jay and Cole: (trying to figure out why the time brothers are taking citizens)

Kai: (trying to figure out how to kill his dad)

??????

WHAT?

KAI TELL THEM WHATS WRONG

Cole: Did acronix do something to you?

Kai: More like what he said…

Kai: Dont worry about it, im fine.

Cole: Good! Cause its time to start-

HFNSJNFNSJGBE

That was the most least convincing ‘im fine’ ever and Cole just straight up shrugged and took it

Cole: Its time to start fighting!

Kai (seriously): So your saying we should kidnap one of those snake warriors for Wu to interrogate?

Cole:… well, I just wanna fight something- but sure!

Imagine if your little sibling was given legit authority and power over you as a ‘master’

This is about Lloyd being given temporary power over the ninja

Theyre acting so weird about it too 😭 which is hilarious bc i would act the same way

The ninja are like: are you being fr right now 🤨

Cole: Okay! temporary master lloyd in training, we mere ninja await your answers 😌

Okay but WHY are the time brothers vermillion warriors stealing all the metal?????

Dareth: SOMEONE STOLE MY TROPHIES!!!!!!!

Ronin: I HAVE AN ALIBI-

Ronin: wait.

Ronin: Why would anyone steal your fake trophies?

Dareth: I know!!! They were irreplaceable. Thats why im here to buy replacements :)

Ronin: …

Ronin: You want world championships this time or just intercontinental?

They’re genuinely so cute 😭

My new fav ship dynamic might be incompetent x too competent

Jay looks so punchable right now. Hes always punchable but like, his punchable meter is flying off the charts right now.

Jay: (slurping extremely loudly)

Cole: What are you doing!?!?

Jay: Im bored so im messing with Lloyd 😌

Kai: Yeah, well, now hes gonna start his plan all over-

Ronin: Sorry to interrupt what looks to be the most boring party game ever but the cities being attacked!

The ninja: YES!!!!

Lloyds actually making sense. They should listen to him…

Lloyd: Im ordering you to stay!

Kai: And we’re ignoring that order.

Be nicer to him :((((

My favorite reoccurring battle move is probably Pixal rerouting all of Zanes eletrical surges to his chest so he can electrocute his opponents

The time brothers getting lost in the tunnels leading to their own lair is so funny to me 😭

Ronin knowing EXACTLY what to say to get Dareth to fight is great

Hot strong vermillion warrior woman my beloved 😍

Lloyd: You heard Master Wu, he wished I was there for him when he fought Acronix. I wont disappoint him again.

Wu: You did not disappoint me Lloyd…

Wu: When I said I wished you were there, I was speaking you- the team. If I had brought you all, maybe things would have been different.

AWWWWWWWWWWW

See, this is what they need to do. They need to reassure Lloyd bc just LOOK at everything he’s shouldering.

Misako: Can I tell you a secret? Wu makes mistakes, a lot of them.

Yeah. No shit.

Wu, I get that you want Lloyd to learn to make his own decisions but my guy, NOWS NOT THE TIME. Maybe, idk casually have him ease into independency. BUT RIGHT NOW THEY NEED SOME SORT OF ADVICE OR HELP. LITERALLY, ANYTHING.

Zane (still speaking gibberish): The treadmill was invented in 1818!

…. Im googling that.

HFJSBFJSJR 💀💀💀

HES RIGHT.

Is Zane gonna be either offline, rebooting, or speaking gibberish most of this season-

Give my boy his character back. Show him cooking, being intelligent or just enjoying his life. Anything.

Nya: ZANE WE NEED YOU!!!!!

Zane: HOG KNOCK!!!

… did they really just…

I CANNOT believe they used up Zanes electricity, making him unconscious again. WHEN JAY IS RIGHT THERE.

Not to mention. After Zane passed out, they asked Jay for help. WHY DIDNT YOU DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Oh thank god Zanes FINALLY back fr now.

Zane: What have I missed?

Jay: Oh nothing much! Just missing people and snakes trying to steal your metal skin :D

Stop. No. Wheres Pixal. Why isnt she in his head. WHY IS THERE ALWAYS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIS MECHANICAL BODY.

ED AND EDNAS METAL SCRAPYARD

Everyones going to save the people at the amusement park and Jays gonna be there all alone

Damn. Why cant villains leave Jays parents alone FOR ONE MINUTE.

Its as if other scrapyards don’t exist

[emmacreatures]

FIRST BLUE INTRODUCTION

A little story as I have SO much insp in my head, I wanted to think how muller's first approach would be in his new step in life. Also a little info on what he is in terms of scientist and jada jada! Its very him based but I know introductions can be nice! I hope you still enjoy, plenty of ship stuff will come!

Feeling like he got a hangover.. the eyesight of Muller took a bit to adjust. Feeling lights shine in his eyes, as if he just woke up from big head lights of cars shining right into his eyes. "Ugh... I dont even drink at all and it feels like I- Did I let myself go too far? Whats happening" Muller said as he blinked several times, pinching his eyelids before he noticed two women tell him to calm down, as his vision finally lightened up. He seemed to be in an area for first aid. But something was different..

"Easy doctor Muller... Just try and sit up slowly, it'll be okay." they said for another one of them, checked everything on Muller's body. "everything seems stable.. More than that. seems the recom plan officially works" One said to the other, making Muller who still laid on his back slowly pushed himself up. "W- the what.. recom? wasnt that just my concept that we started awhile back but not fully developed yet- and... Ugh man, this headache" He said softly as he closed his eyes after sitting up, holding his head as the two people around him told him to take it slow. "take it easy doc.. this is very new to us all so.. We hope to make this as smooth as possible. Try not to make the most sudden and rather big movements" one of them said for Muller slowly sat up like they said, his eyes still shut as he tried to calm down a bit, as his headache was massive. blindly sitting on the side of the bench he woke up on, he slowly opened his eyes as the large lights threw him off a bit.. Watching the people that helped him. "Why are you.. Guys so, small?" he asked with a frown, eventually catching a round small mirrow on the left of him.. Gasping before he'd freeze. It felt like a dream for what he saw. He quickly moved to watch his own arms and turn them around.. Going over his own skin as his ears were actively moving. The humans helping him saw he took it slowly one piece at a time, but did notice the almost shock he experienced. "It cant be.." Muller said before he looked back at the small mirrow, going over his own face as he even clicked with his hands next to his own ears to see it behave the way it should. "Am I.. " he just whispered shockingly calmly, perhaps due he barely could believe it.

It felt like a fever dream.. Keeping his body to sit on the bench, as he looked into his own eyes, trying to realize it was him. "Body seems to respond nicely. All is in sync, no errors or oddities" one of the humans said as Muller eventually looked down at his body, seeing alot of little sensors on his body attached by strings. The word recom kept echoing in his head, did it really work.. Was his concept that he started years ago put in motion and managable... It seemed he was alone in the capsule room they watched him at.. Seeing no other avatar, or perhaps recom at that. He too noticed alot of the helpers around seemed nervous. Was this the first time they were even doing this.? maybe.. Slowly after a bit of feeling the rush of emotions, Muller was asked to do the usual routine he rememberd that was done by avatars too.. to get used to their body. But if he was a recom, it meant he no longer needed to go back to his old self. Was everything really real..

Having adjusted a bit for hours, Muller sat in a watchful area where the men and women could watch his reactions until he'd be fully stable. since Muller was the first recom which he didnt know yet, everyone had to be sure of how he'd be.. But Muller himself was still so in shock of the fact he was a na'vi now. He kept slowly moving to mirrors, even watching his tail move.. Even daring to breathe in the watchful room which was filled with what seemed pandorian air.. which would've normally killed him. Short before going into the room he was in now, he had received clothing to adjust himself more, handed by the handlers.. A shirt, some pants, even specially made glasses for his size. It definitelt helped alot not to freak out of excitement or rather of nerves, but the man had a lot to process.

One of the departments had told to go to his room, a designated room where he would get his explanation sorted as soon as they'd trust the man with his adjustments; and seeing it went quite great, they slowly finally stopped to watch him all the time.

Muller just took his time. Part of him couldnt be more excited... his utter dream almost to be the species he has studied all his life.. Had now shaped him into one.. or well, thanks to his own research. Yet the other part of him wondered how it was possible, what was behind it all. the man was far from stupid.. But this was a huge. HUGE happening. "Take all the time Doctor muller. you're doing just fine" one of the handlers said gently for they had prepared the computer which had the files, walking away eventually to leave him be. Funnily enough Muller kept on snapping his fingers next to his own ears, seeing the responses were marvelous. Like a little nerd, he eventually just sat down, not knowing what to expect, opening the files.

Muller was silent, opening the computer in a lab like area that he moved to, sitting down before opening it while having also received a pack with the oxygen for his kind since he was inside... He kinda lost track of time, but who could blame him.

"Okay.. Okay- Ah it would be so surreal but. omg i'd be so stoked, i barely can contain my excitement with the idea.. To see if it would work or not. but.." Human muller said on the video, not even able to say what day it was or such. "if you're seeing this, it means you actually got it to work.. Can you believe it.- Just stay calm. Calmer than me. Possibly every other scientist told you so." he said excited, barely sitting still on the chair human muller was sitting on. "It must be odd.. But-.. Our beautiful concept, to make an avatar body no longer a weak point due to the link.. Gone? and best if all.. Its a full living na'vi being on its own. A real one.. Despite the whole, clone idea hahaha.. But think of it." he said with a big smile, for muller listened closely to his human kind. Inhaling some of the oxygen at times, which was a very new thing too.

"the idea of being a navi. Well, mixed with our genes but STILL. The closest to being a navi.. You got it done muller, I dare say so... Well, of course while i'm saying this, its not yet but, I really hope we'll make it happen.. I really hope this video gets seen.. It will be far beyond my own age I guess. Something i sadly will not hear about anymore maybe? Depending on how fast our concept may go, since the RDA is really onto it.. But, even imagine you can just, breathe in their air without getting unconscuous after 40 seconds.. and die in 5 minutes. no.. You're, them. You could run outside, without anything. Like any.. precaution.. And breathe in their marvelous air. Go into pandora.. Or well, we hope so. The concept seems that if we'd make you guys mixed that pandora should accept you as such. We've seen it with Jake. But of course we hope that it would work for our recom's as well. We cant tell how it will work" Muller said as Na'vi muller listened.

"You'll possibly be stunned by the idea. Even me having to pretend or believe it can happen, and for you to hopefully eventually see this meaning it worked.. I can say i'd be mindblown, but I believe we can do it. The RDA was so nice to give me the freedom, lets just hope, it'll be handled the right way? For now. Try not to put your own body under tests, I know you'd want to. since i'd do too... but.." he said laughing for his navi also started laughing, for the thought definitely passed his mind. "Welcome to pandora, i should've kept this short but I just- god, the idea of this.. It would be a dream. Almost the perfect life. at least for us. I can see some dont look at it that way.. Even with your knowledge of the na'vi... You can actually come across some as like. a real one- I know i dont make any sense right now, i just.. if you have to be refraised a little in memory, since.. I dont know how much you'd know" Muller said for navi muller was more attentive now aside of his excitement.

"your name is doctor muller, specialized scientist in many directions, more than you possibly like to admit. You've had the concept of a recom for a while, after working with grace augustine, who started the avatar projects.. The idea of a recom, is having an own standing specimen.. With our 'souldrive' which would contain our most beloved traits.. thoughts, memories and ways, to be stored into this developed na'vi body with our genes and that of the natives.. If all is well and you see this while being blue, it means you got your ticket shot.. And made your concept of a recom, in reality. The first of its kind" The man said for Muller looked around himself, indeed assuming.. And it would make sense to realize why everyone was so attentive and nervous, that he'd been their gineau pig.. The first of their kind.

"gah just. Imagine that. as soon as it would work which I hope, you could be one of them. are one of them. I guess it'll take a lot to work on.. With. With your tail, your queue, the neural whip. so many beautiful things this kind has, will be experienced by yourself." he said gently before continuing. "I know this must be quite the shock, perhaps also a really happy shock, but try and keep your head together. You'll nail this, and best of all.. Get to experience life again, like you're reborn. you always wished to be one of them right?.. you'll experience their strength.. Their food. Without it actually trying to kill you. Even being able to USE tsaheylu, maybe ride a direhorse.. See the animals up close.. I'm already envying you so much, but i couldnt wish something better for you.." human muller said for his current one laughed gently, seeing it was exactly like him.. "you possibly noticed we made you some stuff to get used to your transition. like your glasses, despite well, your eyesight should be remarkable.. Its just to get you more at ease. Keep that lovely nerdyness that some seem to love" he said, making Muller all the sudden fold his ears, thinking of who immediately popped up in his mind..

"Well.. I think I should make this short, you got all info.. I guess, first thing you should try is see the world.. Live every second of it." Muller said before the video closed.. Making Na'vi muller sit back slowly.. Alot of serious and exciting things passed in his mind.. but he certainly wondered alot.. especially about a person he'd care for so deeply.. What happened to him. Would he be around still, or perhaps a recom later? All he could think off now, is slowly build himself up, get used to his na'vi body... Which did make him quite curious, and see what the RDA had in store for him.