#i fought for this shiney

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Alright, adventure wise Gai now has

5/5 titan’s defeated

4/5 team star bases defeated

7/8 gyms defeated

And needless to say the last gym and team star base he faced were not prepared for his over leveled pokemon (made especially funny since i did the fighting team star base second last, which is the strongest one)

But the best news?

Baby boy got himself a shiney doggo.

His boyfriends gonna be so jelouse, and he even named it after his boyfriends father 🥰🥰🥰

Might have to get 100 fighting tera shards just to keep this one and tenten on the team, but we’ll find out

[tom-is-online]

firstly hi, im the toya side story person. i do hate the fact that akito punched toya. i dont think anything really justifies violence. but enas is implied to be much more frequent! And sibling fights are whatever.

but u cant ignore the fact that some people may just not like ena because of this repeated pattern. i understand that the person in the tags was trying to explain enas behavior, not justify it. but unless its been retconned in a way i forgot, pale color says shinei only really started telling ena that she couldnt be an artist w/o talent when ena was looking at highschools, so its not like ena was fresh into middle school when her father rejected her dreams. akito when faced with insecurity didnt physically lash out at ena as far as im aware of. saying that she lashed out at him just bc he was nearby and improving in his own field doesnt really change a lot imo. just because siblings use each other as an outlet for stress doesnt mean everyone has to be comfy with it. plus, when akito describes the scratching, he mentions dodging the thrown objects and the scratches being hard to avoid if shes near, which leads me to believe that akito was trying to avoid a fight instead of a sibling brawl

im not calling this abuse, by any means, nor am i suggesting that ena shld have magically spawned healthy coping mechanisms. Im just trying to suggest a possibility that ena scratching akito may not have made her likable with some people, given the repetition and akitos lack of involvement in enas insecurity. everyone has different boundaries on what they think is okay. anyways i am happy to continue discussing this tho, i really liked hearing a diff perspective :) and if i missed anything from the stories, i really am sorry

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I understand what you're getting at, but I wanna just clear up some stuff with it

Akito and Toya became friends about two years before the main story (both 14), which means Ena was in the last year of Middle School when they met. Ena would have been looking at High Schools at the time, so the timelines with that add up with her emotional state due to her father. And since then, Ena has clearly stopped doing this to Akito

I understand the "it was a repetitive occurrence" argument but she was clearly not in the right headspace to be rational and considerate whilst having breakdowns, she was 15 and mentally unwell, and she's not gonna act in a rational way

Even if it was hypothetically before her last year of middle school.

SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO OLDER THAN 15 have you met a pair of siblings 14 and younger? esp with personalities like the Shinonomes

Akito likely wouldn't have fought back against Ena in the same way because he's clearly always been very athletic meaning to me if he tried to fight her back. He would probably just win and he doesn't want to just kick her when she's already down.

Anon (and other people who make this argument) I am just so curious if you're an only child and if not what your siblings are like. I don't have a sister but I have a brother one year younger than me and we fought all of the time until we were like 15-16, me and my brother are both very hot-headed people esp at that age. Siblings just do that, so being so uncomfortable with the concept of siblings fighting that you hate Ena just feels so much like you don't understand typical sibling behaviour

If you're uncomfortable with the fact a 15-year-old had fights with her brother whilst she was likely mentally unwell or below the age of 15 and continue to hold this to them until they are 17-18 when they no longer do this

whilst also excusing Akito for what he did in the main story because it was a "one-off"

idk, man.

the argument is about liking Akito and not Ena. If you can hate Ena for being ~15 and mentally unwell whilst scratching Akito but not hate Akito for punching Toya at 16 and that being a MAJOR PLOT POINT whilst Ena's isn't.

it just feels like you can't understand the nuance behind someone doing something negative when they have bad mental health or you don't have siblings and don't understand how siblings like the Shinonomes would act in a situation such as theirs.

Or someone just gives the male characters way more leniency than the female characters

anyway. i do understand people have diff boundaries. but giving Akito leniency on violent behaviour and not ena for actions she did years ago. you can understand how this is a red flag

idk if i have anything else to say about the matter without going in circles

anyway. theyre great i love them

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

Juicy jury angst

@angelpuns owns Eugene (no hate towards him PLEASE, I wrote this on my own and with permission to show Eugene angry)

Don't worry guys! They are still family, just having a little bit of a fight

Tw/cw: cigarettes, fighting, dissociation, alot of guilt (from three), slight descriptions of feeling like body melting, Three not taking accountability for half of the story

Hurt no comfort

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Now, he will admit he is a thief. He steals from big Mama, he steals from yokai, people on the street, stores…anything shiney he can get his hands on. His greedy little hands.

If he could, Three would probably steal candy right from a baby. Not because he is mean, not because he is evil. Simply put he doesn't understand the world, he sees people have things he thinks people he cares about should have…and,...well. He takes them.

He usually never steals from those close to him but his boss, Eugene…well, he wouldn't let him have something. And he wanted to be just like him, but stores won't let him buy it and he can't get behind the counters so he went into his room.

He snatched the plastic lighter and the carton of cigarettes and sat in the middle of the room. He struggled to strike the lighter before he decided to use the flames coming from his jaw to light it.

It didn't take long for the smell of the bitter smoke to fill the air in the room. He didn't have a lower jaw but he did his best to copy how he remembered Eugene using them, breathing in….

And oh that BURNT. It burnt his throat and his chest, leaving him coughing it up, only adding the burn to his nose hole and the roof of his top jaw, some of the smoke coming out from his eye sockets.

Three cringed at it, he didn't understand how Eugene could do it. But Eugene was cool and strong so of course he had to do it too!

Eugene would never do anything that's purposely bad for him! So maybe it's just a new experience he had to live through.

He never saw Saturn do it, or Ra. Only Eugene and a few of the guards off at the hotel.

Or the people in their fancy get ups and makeup and masks, hair heavily sprayed with hair products and longer cigarettes that smell even worse than these ones.

But what hurt more was when Eugene found him not even a few minutes later. He could see the anger in his flames as they raised a little higher. He could feel the anger through his stomps, how he snatched the cigarettes out of his hand, how his voice sounded rougher as he screamed at him.

He couldn't hear what Eugene was saying, it was as if he tuned it out. It wasn't intentional he just…couldn't. It was as if Eugene was screaming at him from under water. He just…couldn't hear him.

He could only hear bits and pieces of it as Eugene took the items from his hands.

"DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT"

"LITTLE CROOK"

"GET OUT!"

It wasn't everything he said but it's what he caught onto the most. He starts zoning back into the conversation as Eugene grabs him by the arms and takes him out the room, firmly planting him outside the door before slamming it shut.

Three turns and looks at the door, frustration growing in his chest. Eugene could smoke so why couldn't he!? And so what if he touched them he was going to buy a new pack next time he went out!

He gets up and storms to his room. He doesn't even know what Eugene said, he doesn't. He knows three sentences. So it isn't like he can just figure out exactly what to say when Eugene calms down.

He closes his door and climbs onto his bed. He hated this, when they fought. Not…not play fought like genuinely fought. When the two would get angry and snap at each other and walk away. Sure they would be okay later but…this time it felt different, it felt worse.

It didn't help that the frequency from Eugene was off, it felt angry. It felt…somehow worse than how Big Mama's angry was.

What was he to do…what could he do?...

Nobody was home, he wouldn't be allowed down the stairs because of the baby gate…he doesn't know what exactly got Eugene so mad about it. I mean he knew that taking the cigarettes was bad, but it isn't like half the gifts he gives them aren't stolen! He's never gotten in trouble with it before so why was he now?..

Not only that Mama Saturn and RA were out in town for the whole day…so what could he do. He couldn't ask them what to do.

He didn't like this, his throat still burned, his chest hurt and his hands hurt. He didn't like this, he sat there in silence staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever.

He gets up and hops off the bed, heading down the hall to Eugene's room, he turns the handle and opens it, seeing the baby gate put between him and the room.

"Eugene I wanna sit in there with you" he looks at him sitting at his desk. He watched Eugene glances at him and then go right back to what he was doing.

"Eugene! I want to sit in there remove it-" he pushes on the baby gate.

He huffs and watches Eugene through the bars before he tries to climb it, struggling. "Eugene! Are you still mad!" He huffs and grunts as he slips and lands back on the floor.

He huffs and looks between the gate at Eugene, who still ignored him. Three felt the hurt in his hands get worse as he stands up and sticks his arm through it. "Eugene!.."

He couldn't get to him, he hated this. He wanted to be in there with him like he usually is. He grunts as he tries to reach him, even though Eugene was a good few feet away.

"Brother!" He shouts at him, his voice cracking with desperation before Eugene stood up. Three's tail wags slightly and he backs up to be let in only for Eugene to reach over the baby gate and slam the door, without so much as a look at him.

His tail slowly stops and he stares at the door, blinking a few times.

"... Eugene..?.." his voice cracks slightly, he must have really pissed him off now. He didn't understand, all he did was try to be like HIM. What was wrong about that? He knew it wasn't taking the cigarettes because he's from other people before.

He looks at the stairs and notices the gate was moved from there to Eugene's door. He looks back at the door and tries to open it only to hear the clicking of the lock protesting.

Eugene locked him out. He never locks him out. Three slowly heads back to his room, hugging himself. He must have really messed up…and this time he didn't know how to fix it.

He didn't know what to do, he messed up so bad that his brother won't even look at him. Was Eugene mad about him calling him that? Was that why Eugene was mad?

Thoughts flood into his little skull as he tries to figure out what needs to be fixed, he can fix it he swears he can. He doesn't want to end up back at that void if he can't fix it. It's COLD.

It's cold and he doesn't have anyone there. But if he can't fix it...

No, no it's okay. Three has to reassure himself. Because Big Mama has the bracelet, not Eugene.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive because as soon as he thought about her he felt the center of chest squeeze. He gasps slightly and takes a few steps to his bed before the squeezing tightens, his legs crumble quickly and he drops to the floor, his flames dying quickly and dripping into liquid on the floor, he swore he felt half his face melting, even though it wasn't.

He couldn't feel Eugene's frequency, and it scared him but as soon as the grip loosened it was right back to where it was, thrumming through the floor and the air.

He gasps softly as tears build up, he feels nauseous. The liquid slowly stops dripping and goes back to the fine mist then back to the flames.

He had to get ready to go. He would be gone a whole week…and. He needed to talk to Eugene right now.

He couldn't leave Big Mama waiting but he couldn't leave Eugene mad. He slowly gets back to his feet and walks back to Eugene's door. He hesitates before knocking. "Eugene?..."

No answer. So he tries again…still no answer.

Final time, Eugene swung the door open, his hands shaking. "Three, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to see you right now"

Three hesitates before looking at him. "I gotta-"

"I don't care!" Eugene drags his hand down his face in annoyance before huffing. "Leave me alone, you stole from me. I can't TRUST you right now."

Three stares at him, realizing he was in trouble for taking the cigarettes. He didn't get a chance to respond before the door shut again.

And just like that three felt the warm tears building up, he messed up. He messed up and there was no time to fix it. He slowly turns and walks down the stairs, hand on the wall.

He had to leave, to go fight and he didn't even know if Eugene would text him at all while he was gone. Would he even care?...would he pick him up at the end of the road?

Three walks out the house and lets in a shaky breath. While he is gone…he can go find something to fix it. And when he gets home…all will be better.

[akariamai]

Welcome to Spearhead

Shinei Nouzen x OC

Word Count: 2321

Like an infestation, war trickled into every aspect of the lives of those the Republic of San Magnolia deemed to be less than. Those who do not possess fair skin and light hair were sent to internment camps, located in the wasteland beyond the walls of the city. The conditions of the internment camps were despicable — almost uninhabitable. Memories of sharing a horse stall with her family of four were engraved in her mind. Her family was shove into the stall — still full of shit — were left to tidy what was now there new home. Old forgotten hay laid bare on the floor as her mother and father shared the same feeling of helplessness. Her twin sister scrunched her nose in disgust as the vile stench of shit infiltrated her nostrils. Her mother put on a courageous facade before attempting to imbue the stall with a sense of home. She invested a considerable amount of time and effort in her endeavors but ultimately failed.

The family of four was given a month of peace before their mother and father received recruitment letters, promising citizenship and freedom for five years of service. Their father, cursed with his sense of pride, mindlessly accepted. The thought of dying and never seeing his family again hadn’t crossed his mind once. It was his family that kept him alive through the dark horrors of war but captivating notions were not enough to stop the autonomous AI-controlled drones known as the Legion. He perished believing in a lie.

Her mother struggled with her father’s absence. He was her pillar of strength; as long as he stayed by her side, she would always prevail. He was gone now, participating in a war for false promises. She stressed for his safety and health, as well as the survival of her children. She proceeded to smile though it was far less bright. Her children needed her to be in the present; to survive the harsh realities of the internment camp. It wasn’t long before her mother was taken from the sisters, a rebellion against their suppressors turned deadly, and her mother became an unforeseen casualty. Her body buried in an unmarked grave.

“Promise me.” Warm gentle hands held onto hers, “Promise we’ll stay together. That we’ll always have each other.”

“I promise.” Reva whispered.

Once the two sisters realized their father wasn’t coming back from the battlefield, they decided to join. The people, now referred to as the Eighty-six, grasped onto the realization no one was ever coming back. There was no freedom after five years of service. It was a mere lie to get the Eighty-six to enlist.

Reva saw her comrades die at the hands of the Legion. Friends she once smiled and laughed with. Their forms left bruised and battered, while their spirits departed, leaving their bodies cold. She heard the pain-filled cries of her twin sister before she perished with the rest of their comrades.

“Wraith!”

Reva, during the heat of battle, fought her way towards her sister’s irreparably destroyed Juggernaut. Her emblem splattered in blood — her blood — and a lifeless corpse surrounded decimated bricks from the ruins of a nameless city. She fired at the Legion, who stood above her sister’s body, relentlessly. Her finger pulled on the trigger countless of times to ensure her sister’s murderer could no longer move.

“Fuck you!” She screeched, unleashing a rage she didn’t know she had. “Just die!” She didn’t know how long she persistently battered the once mobile machine but once her madness subsided, it was nothing more than scrap metal.

The handler, an older man with an unpleasantly croaky voice, declared, “The Legion are retreating, the other Juggernauts are unresponsive, you’ll be transferred immediately.” The transmission ended with no condolences or congratulations. The Eighty-six’s were nothing but lambs to the slaughter, destined to die for the Alba. An unfamiliar ache etched into her beating heart would unknowingly become a reminder of her loneliness.

She heavily climbed out of her own Juggernaut, the corpse of her deceased sister lying motionless a few meters away of her iron coffin. The reality of the situation seemed to seep in as the sky above began to weep.

Her sister’s name lingered in the back of her throat as she stumbled closer. Breathing almost became too difficult as hiccups threatened to erupted from her lips. Her salty tears camouflaged with the raindrops trailing down her rosy cheeks. Her sister’s lifeless body laid above a growing pool of deep crimson blood, her clothing drenched in red. Once vibrant sapphire eyes faded into a dull emptiness. Reva wanted to roar into the darkness in despair. Embracing her sister tightly against her chest, she instinctively sought to shield her sister from the rain, a futile gesture.

“I’m sorry.” Reva barely choked out. She laid a gentle farewell kiss on her forehead, praying to one day see her again, and used her bare hands as tools to lay her sister to rest in the Earth. The downpour made it utterly frustrating but she persevered. Her sister deserved a burial. Mud soiled her pants as she crouched down onto the muddied floor, her hands shoveling away the filthy water and grime.

Hours must have passed as the daybreak glimmered through the dark clouds. The heavens wept no more, it’s tears all gone. It was the start of a new day without the constant presence she was familiar to; a sunrise her sister would never get to see. She solemnly limped back to her Juggernaut and returned to the deteriorating building she once shared with her squadron. Instead of dirtying the sanitize floors, she waited in her sullied clothing for her transportation.

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The Alba men assigned to transport her to her new squadron showered her with dirty looks. Their light eyes acted as daggers; deadly if their glares could inflict pain. “Filthy pig,” They muttered under their breath, “Change!”

Reva didn’t bother to move. She had spent hours pondering over the loss of her sister. What gave these men, who were complacent when their neighbors were stripped of their human rights, the right to order her around. They were nobodies forced to work in close proximity to the Eighty-six, acting as mere errand runners with no true purpose or nobility.

“What are you waiting for?” They viewed her as nothing more than livestock; in need of control. They tenaciously held onto the perceived sense of superiority, ingrained by the institution that unlawfully detained the Eighty-six, over her being. Undisturbed by the objections from the men, she confidently moved towards her four-wheeled prison, closing her eyes once she found a spot that would be untouched by the machinery.

Once the men noticed she was not responding to their demands, the older man reached out his arm to drag her out without a care of her well-being. Despite her striking resemblance to a human, the “unnatural” color of her being prevented her from being perceived as such. His hand refrained from making contact with her form as she skillfully twisted his arm and forcefully directed his body to the ground. The Alba men before her have never seen the battlefield; they have never bared the hardships that came with war. They willfully lived ignorant of the truth behind “the war with no casualties.”

The younger man hurried to the aid of his comrade, assisting his higher-up, all the while casting wary glances at the girl, apprehensive that she might persist in her assault. “Are you okay?” The two men refused to take their eyes off of her as if she were a barbaric animal, ready to pounce at any given moment. Realization washed over them as they unwillingly accepted her decision and carried on with their assigned duties.

She remained unaware of the men successfully loading up her Juggernaut or her transport advancing to another battlefield — a battlefield she may very well perish. Her back kissed the metal plating, as the tenderness of her body hit her with the momentum of a speeding train.

Time slipped by before the entrance opened and the light flowed in like a never ending stream of welcoming ambiance. “Get out.” The men left her unattended, apprehensive of her being, standing by for her to step out and allow them to work. She ignored them, absorbing what would be her new home for the foreseeable future. There were two buildings in range of her sight. The first was a weather worn barracks’ hangar where the Juggernauts and other military equipment would be stored away, although the Eighty-six were not supplied with adequate gear or materials. The second was a rundown building; the place where she and the other Eighty-six would occupy themselves in. There was nothing glamorous about the building; there were noticeable cracks on the exterior and foliage sprouting to one day overtake the structure.

“So you’re the new recruit,” A man with an unkempt field uniform roamed closer to her. “Welcome to Spearhead.” He noticed the dried mud, flaking due to the movement of her clothing, and assumed the two Alba men must’ve tussled her around before transporting her. It wasn’t uncommon for the transport team to harass, even assault, the Eighty-six.

She nodded her head and gave him a pathetic smile. He was pleasant, she noted, by his subtle attempts to respect her personal space. By the condition of her clothing, it would be a rather fair assumption the Alba men physically attacked her; however, she would not get too familiar with him or the others in this squadron. Death awaited them, even herself. She will soldier on without the support of her sister, without a purpose to continue living. She will die on the battlefield; her existence disregarded while the life is scuffed from her body, countless of miles away from her sister’s resting place.

“The name’s Raiden Shuga; personal name: Wehrwolf.” To bear a personal name was a minimal act of respect Processors could offer veterans of the war, who returned from death’s door countless times.

Returning the sentiment, she offered him her true and personal name, “I’m Reva Nakamura; personal name: Hellfire.”

Where Wraith goes, Hellfire follows, a phrase old comrades used to comment. Two veterans whose coordination—without a single word uttered—reigns supreme among the other Processors. He was told, “They were two halves of a whole, you would never see one without the other.” Yet, here Hellfire stood without her other half; presumably dead and Raiden knew better than to mention it.

Instead he acknowledged her, masking the recognition of her personal name, “I’ll show you around, introduce you to the others. Some are busy with chores but you’ll see them afterwards.”

The Spearhead squadron had plenty of members, each a veteran in their own right, each with a story to tell. No matter how often she was transferred, seeing new young faces left a horrendous taste in her mouth. They were all going to succumb to the Legion; it was not a matter of if, but a matter of when. Death cradled them, awaiting for their gut wrenching cries of anguish and grief; to carry them away from the suffering of this bleak existence.

Forever wasn’t meant for them. It was more for the last person standing to uphold the memories of the deceased, although those memories will only persevere if they manage to stay alive. Living, however, does not guarantee memories will stay intact — memories fade through age or vanish in death. They were not meant to linger for eternity. Their sacrifices will not be remembered by the generations to come, only lost in the sea of nameless corpses.

“Reva, given a new change of clothing by Anju, a comrade who bore some resemblance to the Alba with only her eyes countering those thoughts, stepped into the dining room. After being given a bowl of soup, she sought to sit alone but instead was ambushed by her comrades surrounding her with probing questions. The one who lead the charge was Kurena, a rather young girl with chestnut-colored hair and catlike Topaz eyes. Once she heard the infamous Hellfire was sent to their squadron, she couldn’t contain her curiosity. Reva was nothing like the image she had conjured up in her mind. She’d imagined an unyielding woman harden by the numerous battles she’d face, instead the person before her was a girl like her.

“How did you get the name Hellfire?”

“Where were you from?”

“What do you like to do in your free time?”

Reva swallowed another spoonful of soup, made from overgrown fresh vegetables the group scavenged from the ruins of the nameless city. It was better than the horrendous rations the Alba sent the Eighty-six.

“My family comes from the United Kingdom of Roa Gracia, but I was born in the Republic.” Certain questions were ignored; they carried memories she’d wish to forget. Instead of being offended for the unanswered questions, they assumed unpleasant memories were tied to them, and moved on. They were strangers to her, after all, she didn’t need to speak to them but she did.

The group spoke about themselves as well, giving her the opportunity to enjoy her meal uninterrupted without pausing to answer questions. They collectively mentioned their captain would always be found with his nose in a book, Theo pencil in hand would sketch away in his notebook, Kurena bears the role of the group’s cherished little sister, to which she whined was not true, and so many more.

Shin, one of the many nicknames he’s been given, sat away from the group. He listened to them giving the newbie insight on each member of the squadron; an attempt to get her familiar to them. Another name he may have to carry before his death; another burden to shoulder in the battlefield. At the moment, he was content that his friends were cheerful. Moments like these were scarce. Each day could be someone’s last.

Masterlist

[mumistarrr]

It’s the past.

Get over it.

You need to not relive it.

You’re depressed because you want to be.

You’re capable moving past it.

Why you think about it?

You can’t sleep because you choose not to sleep.

Ok it happen. Get over it.

.

Words plus more I left out that’s been told to me many times over.

So easy to brush me away hide me as if I’m some mistake and embarrassment.

Words that’s so easy to tell someone like me and they call it encouraging. They call it helping.

They call it everything it’s not to justify the way I was treated by the same people who once told me “I love you”. The same people who can tell me “move on” is the same people who glued my mouth shut when the truth was admitted.

I wasn’t helped unless teaching me “no” doesn’t matter, clothes doesn’t matter, rape doesn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was image and playing that part matter’s. Yeah I was helped. I was helped to hold in my emotions and give them a funeral. Bury them and forget those emotions existed.

I was helped to learn it was my fault for not screaming my fault for not fighting back. My fault for not telling anyone.

Oh but I did told but it was too late they say. To late to do something. We all grown up now. Who cares kids will be kids. Boys will be boys. Don’t you dare come out your face and bash your brother. Don’t you dare make him look like a monster he is not. He accomplished so much in life. Why can’t you be more like him.

I should be more like him?

I should be more like him?

I SHOULD BE MORE LIKE HIM?

I don’t understand. Do I rip away the souls of kids like he did to me.?

Or do I just con my way in life to be handed several silver spoons?

I don’t even know who he is.

Brother is only a title. A word. It means nothing to me. I don’t know the meaning of “big brother” but I do know the meaning of fear.

Fear and I played when I was six on my pajamas. Pajamas PAJAMAS. I said no. I cross my legs I stood up straight i did everything I was told that girls should do. But no one warned me about wearing pajamas.

I was never told following the rules could break you. I was only told not to break the rules. “A girl must look straight”. I did I looked straight “don’t you stare” I didn’t I swear. “Say no”. That’s the first thing I did. “Cross those legs” I did that every day. “Don’t answered back” but vocals I lacked

Why no one told me not to wear pajamas. I didn’t put them on. It was put on me. Pink shiney soft pajamas. It was a gift that came with a price. They blame what we wear why did she put them on me twice. It was the second time I wear them for me to hate them. The second time on me for him to rip them.

But yes it was my fault. I should have fought back scream and punch. I should have not frozen up I should have thought like an adult and screamed for help. Yes it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.

I am sorry for being 18 minus 12. I am sorry you all not believe me I know yes I’m going to hell

for saying the truth I’m just a evil person who’s told to move on so easily and told it’s my fault so they have an excuse for not apologizing.

It’s my fault. How?

[no-ctrl]

I genuinely feel like I’m being tortured. I want to cry but I’m not allowed to cry bc I did this to myself. You don’t deserve to cry jaymee. You looked on social media and got your feelings hurt, you saw the truck and drove up. You did this to yourself so why are you going to throw a pity party. This is my reality he is living and moving forward without you. No need to be sad. It doesn’t change that I’m still sad. I feel hurt. Why don’t you miss me? Why don’t you reach out? How could you leave me after everything we been through? How can you give up after all the efforts I put for us? I fought until the end just got you to dump me like a piece of trash. You don’t look for me. You were more than okay to use me for my money and for my body but now that I’m no longer useful more of liability than a commodity to you. How can you be okay with yourself treating me the way you did? I feel hurt bc you get to just continue life without me. I get that Im also moving forward but the difference is I tried including you into my present and future but you left me in your past. I’m too damaged now. Right I’m not brand new and shiney like I once was when we started dating. This is why I feel tortured bc you get to move forward but you should know how much of a terrible person you were to me. This is torture bc clearly I still care bc if I did not care I would not give a fuck that you liked other girls pics on Instagram, if I did not care I would not have drove up to check if tht was you. But it was and of course I am also tortured tht i saw you but you did not see me. I have to carry the burden of seeing you but you get to live obliviously not having a single thought about me. This isn’t right. This is unfair. Is this my karma? Did I do something to deserve this? Why am I always the one having to face these stupid uncomfortable situations? Why can’t I be moved on already? How can you move forward so easily like if we had no history? Israel you had been my partner since 2016. That’s a long time. I was there when you were in the hospital. I was there for so many things but you weren’t there when I

[bitchin-and-bustin]

"What, like partners?"

din djarin x male!bounty hunter!reader

Genre; yeah

Summary; Y/n L/n is a skilled bounty hunter desperate for work, which brings him to Nevarro looking for a job. He's met with a surprise when Greef Karga has him working with a man in shiny armor and fast reflexes.

Warnings; violence, implied PTSD, enemies to friends (sort of), implied mutual attraction

Author's Note; I tried writing this in 3rd person, I don't know how I feel about it, but if you guys like it this way let me know and I'll try writing like this more!

When Y/n L/n was truly desperate for work, he would turn to Greef Karga; magistrate of the Bounty Hunter's Guild on Nevarro.

It wasn't that Y/n didn't like Greef Karga - even though he didn't - he just had a strong dislike for the planet in general. It all annoyed him: the uncomfortably warm temperatures, the ashen ground that stuck irritatingly to the soles of his boots, and the Mandalorian that walked around with his shiney head held high like he was all the shit.

So, when Y/n found himself in a particularly tight debt, he was less than pleased when Greef Karga reached out to him, offering what he claimed to be the bounty of a lifetime. But, seeing that he had no other options - and was rightfully considered skint broke - he swallowed his pride and set his course for Nevarro City.

The people in the city were nice enough, considering they mainly stayed to themselves - aside from the Jawas, of course. It was ones that stayed hidden that Y/n had a problem with. He had caught glimpses of them before; their white, dulling armor flashing in the shadows. He held a great hatred for them, especially since he had fought so hard for so long, and lost so much, to rid the Galaxy of their kind.

At times, it did seem as if it had all been pointless, because Y/n had fought fiercely for peace, and ended up with nothing but a missing piece within him and a huge bounty on his head.

So Y/n L/n no longer went by his true name, instead, most knew him as N/n L/n: a name that Y/n had come up with when he was drunk in the corner of a cantina one time.

In fact, Y/n found himself drunk in the corner of cantinas as often as he could. Something about temporarily forgetting the pain and horror he'd gone through years ago was so seductive to him.

But he never let himself get drunk while he was in a cantina on business terms, as he presently was.

This cantina in Nevarro City was one where Y/n found himself regularly meeting Guild Magistrate, Greef Karga. Walking through the entrance, Y/n did his routine glance around the room, checking for threats, and seeing none deemed too harmful, as a large majority of them were fellow Guild members. Coming down the steps, he was greeted by Stacia, a regular Twi'lek waitress that continuously got on Y/n's nerves with the way she hovered around him like he was a thirst trap.

"N/n." She said in her breathy, flirty voice. "I was wondering when I'd see you here again."

Y/n offered a thin, painful smile. "You know me, Stacia. Always here on work." He attempted to step around her, but she was quick to block his path.

"Here, please, have a drink." She said, holding up her silver tray of drinks between them. "You look like you could use one.

"I don't have money on me." Y/n dismissed.

"Oh, that's not a problem." Stacia smirked  flirtatiously and leaned forward. "Its on the house, sugar."

Restraining himself from from frowning, Y/n sighed quietly. "Fine." He snatched a fluke off of the tray. "Now, if you'd excuse me, I've got a fob to collect."

Without waiting for Stacia to reply, Y/n pushed past her and continued on his way through the cantina. After dropping the fluke of alcohol on a table filled with gamblers, he was quick to head towards the table where the Guild magistrate normally dealed out bounties.

Upon arriving at the table, Y/n found that the seat across from Greef Karga was already occupied. He stopped a few feet away from them hesitantly.

Greef looked up from his conversation and grinned upon seeing the bounty hunter lingering near them. "N/n! I was wondering when you'd arrive! Come, come sit." He pulled up another chair and gestured to it.

Hesitantly, Y/n approached the table. He looked down at the bounty hunter who occupied the usual seat. It was the Guild's own Mandalorian, the one that Y/n wasn't ever very fond of for reasons even him himself didn't really know. Y/n and the Mandalorian had never conversed much, besides the occasion greetings and farewells. The longest conversation they'd had was when Y/n overheard him complaining of a complication with the thrusters on his Razor Crest, in which Y/n had suggested a trustworthy mechanic there in Nevarro City that was worth checking out. Something had compelled Y/n to speak to the mandalorian that day, and the mysterious man had since been on his mind, though the bounty hunter didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.

"Mando." Y/n nodded in greeting.

The Mandalorian did the same. "L/n."

Y/n sat down in the third chair and looked over at Greef. "Was I interrupting anything?"

"Oh, not at all." Greef assured, but they way Mando's helmeted head cocked made Y/n glance his way.

"Um, I understand you wanted to offer a job?" Y/n asked Greef.

At that, Greef suddenly became a but tense. "Yes, about that..." Y/n narrowed his eyes questioningly. "I was just speaking to Mando here, he's coincidentally interested in the same job."

Y/n sparred a slow glance over at the Mandalorian. "How much could this job possibly pay?" He asked rhetorically and skeptically.

For a moment, Greff deadpanned. "More than you could imagine."

Y/n smirked slightly. "Well, I can imagine quite a lot."

"You get my point." Y/n let out a small sigh. Once again, he glanced at Mando, who he found to be doing the same.

"There's two of us." Mando said. "And one bounty. So, how's this gonna work?"

Cautious and discreetly, Y/n eyed the hand holding his forked long-range blaster in his lap. Then he temporarily became distracted due to the strangely alluring build that was the Mandalorian's thighs. He had really nice thighs. Greef looked between them both, and Y/n snapped his eyes up as he started speaking.

"Go together."

There was a moment of silence it which Y/n and Mando stared at Greef, who seemed awkward in the situation. Finally, Y/n let out a scoff, which turned into a chuckle.

"What, like partners?" Y/n said. He sniggered again. "Yeah...I don't do partners."

"Neither do I." Said Mando, his voice devoid of much emotion.

Greef sighed. "Boys, hear me out." He said. "From what this client has told me, it's not a one man job." Y/n narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward to listen. "He claims the target is heavily guarded, that it has many guards, close to fifty, maybe more. If what he says is true, one bounty hunter facing down all of that security wouldn't make it out alive." Greef shrugged. "So, when the client told me this, I thought, who better to trust then my two best bounty hunters, N/n L/n and the Mandalorian?"

Y/n didn't particularly like the sound of his name in the same sentence as Mando's, but he found it enticing at the same time.

"If you both decide to take this fob - and if you come back alive - you two can split the bounty. From what I've heard, the payload will be enough for you both to be set for a long while."

Y/n took every one of Greef's words in, considering them carefully. A bounty of this size, even when split in half, would be enough to pay off his debt, which was his main concern at the moment. On the other hand, he didn't know this Mandalorian, and couldn't trust whether or not he wouldn't just kill him the moment they collected the target.

Before Y/n was able to consider this proposition any further, the Mando spoke.

"I'm in." He said. "If L/n is joining."

Then Mando, and Greef, turned to look at Y/n, who sat under their stares, thinking intently, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants - he really wished the Mandalorian would stop saying his name with that deep voice of his. But then he remembered why they other two men were staring at him, and was faced with the decision of what to do. With the way things were going with him, he didn't have much a choice.

So, sighing in surrender, Y/n gave his answer. "I suppose I'm in as well." He turned and nodded at Mando, who returned the gesture. He focused back on Greef. "Well, let's see the puck."

Greef, while seeming pleased with the arrangement, pursued his lips. "No puck. Face to face. Direct commission." Seeing Y/n's raised eyebrow, Greef nodded, confirming his suspicions. "Deep pocket."

"Underworld?" Asked Mando.

"All I know is no chaincode." He sighed - so quietly that it was almost inaudible - and reached into his pocket to pull out a small white card with a barcode and other information on it. He held it front of them. "Do you want the chit, or not?"

Both bounty hunters stared at the card for a moment. Then, Mando reached out, and quickly took it from the magistrate's hand, then he stood up.

"Are you coming?" Mando asked Y/n, looking down at him.

Y/n glanced at Greef, then stood up. "Wouldn't wanna miss this." He muttered to himself, ticking his eyebrows and huffing in exasperation, and turned to walk out of the cantina with his new partner.

Almost immediately, Y/n wasn't very sure what to think of the Mandalorian. He barely spoke, and was always on guard. And not to mention how he seemed to be a mysterious person by nature. Y/n didn't like mysterious people. There was always something to fear from them. But on the other hand, there was always something so alluring about them, and maybe that was why Y/n kept seeing the Mandalorian tilt his helmet sideways, as if he was glancing at Y/n out of the corner of his eyes and trying to being discrete about it. Well, if that was the case, he was failing miserably.

The two of them didn't speak the entire time they maneuvered through the small crowds in the city's center, and slipped down a barren alleyway. Y/n was alright with their silence, though. It gave him an opportunity to think their situation over.

He thought it was suspicious that they were going to see the contact in person. It was alarming as well. It meant that there was more information that they required for the job, and that there would be certain conditions that they would have to meet. Y/n didn't like when there was rules.

They arrived at the building where the direct commission was supposed to be held roughly ten minutes after Y/n and the Mandalorian left the cantina. It was in a very secluded part of the city, which was never a good sign.

They stopped in front of the blank, grey door and stared at it. Y/n would by lying if he claimed he wasn't on edge.

The Mandalorian reached out and knocked on the metal door. Then not a second later a hatch on the side of the wall opened and a security scanner popped out.

Startled, and whipping his head to face it, Y/n's hand slung his blaster out of its holster, ready to shoot. Before he could raise the weapon, the Mandalorian's hand shot out and caught Y/n's wrist, keeping it down.

Y/n tensed, partially because he realized it was only a scanner, and partially because the Mandalorian had stopped him so quickly and calmly.

The scanner quickly spoke in Huttese, demanding a barcode for access. Letting go of Y/n's wrist, Mando pulled the chit from Greef out of his pocket, and held it up in front of the scanner. After scanning it, the scanner disappeared back inside the wall. Y/n sighed and quickly put his blaster back in his holster.

"You have fast reflexes." Said the Mandalorian to Y/n as they stood there waiting for the door to open.

Y/n glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. "So do you."

"Are you alright?"

Y/n hesitated. Then he lied. "Yep. Just startled me, is all."

The Mandalorian wasn't stupid. He knew a lie when he heard one. But now wasn't the time to confront Y/n about it.

The door in front of them creaked rustily as it was opened for them to walk inside. The two bounty hunters exchanged a look, and then Mando stepped into the doorway.

Y/n hesitantly followed him inside and sighed. He had a bad feeling about this.

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[sunappu]

I was the last one left back then, and that's how it's always been till now. That's why I have to take them with me. I'll take everyone who fought and died alongside me to my final destination.

SHINEI NOUZEN

[gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher]

Opal gets that reminiscent look again. "It is impossible. I didn't break out, I was pulled. Shiney decided she wanted me and started to push freedom into my head. I wavered, He fought her, and she won. I was left to die and Shiney kept me and made me into this. You can't leave. You have to be stolen." She says confidently.

Opal falls from a stray ribbon high above and flips into a landing.

She looks different. Far stronger, fuller. If you hadn't seen her before now she'd look remarkably like a healthy child. But in comparison the way she looked when they first met was sickly and pale and gaunt.

She looked healthy.

And she had her hand back.

@gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher

Hello again, Opal. You are looking well.

[dmc-tings]

This is a bit of an alternate to the Long Lost Baker with the Four Lords request you had where, instead of the reader learning about what happened to their family after their deaths, Miranda brings Eveline to the village in hopes of using her as a vessel for Eva; Evie agreeing to come only if Miranda agrees to bring her family, i.e. Mia and the Bakers, along too and they find out that way. I’m not sure how Joe would fit into this but if you can figure out how to do it then I’ve got mad respect for you.

This one made me brain go brrr. Hope you enjoy it! I deadass fought with myself to get Joe to fit into this! Hope I did the homie justice. I did this as if the Bakers weren't infected with the mold. Hope that was ok

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda had called a meeting

Apparently this little girl was the thing she wanted to use to bring her daughter back

It didn't mean much to her, the man-things could do as they pleased

So as long as they didn't disturb her Love

She accepted taking all of the Bakers into her castle

Making sure to keep them "safe" from her and her daughters

And promising not to eat them

To which she gave the maids the job of tending to them

And keeping them away from you

Which she did very well

You never questioned her after the meetings

And she never questioned you about your past

Until... one day... Chaos ensued, in the Castle Dimitrescu

Jack, Joe, Ethan and Lucas had gotten a hold of some gunpowder

And where currently blowing shit up

Alcina and her daughters at the front lines trying to calm the families: both the Bakers and Winters

You were told to stay in Alcina's chambers

Which you ignored, rushing to the fight

"HOLY SHIT!! THEY GOT (Y/N)!!" Lucas screamed, seeing you behind the ferocious Draculina

You quickly stepped inbetween the fighting men and vampires

"WOAH! WOAH!!" You calmed the two sides

"Darling, these MAN-THINGS-"

"Their my family. Alcina. Please calm do- Lucas!! Don't throw that pipe bomb!!"

You got the two sides to lower their hackles

And finally explained, the dynamic to them all

Eventually Jack and Joe, exchanged a look

"Well... I suppose I should thank ya for keepin my little one safe."

Alcina gave a scoff, "I knew nothing of you all and couldn't care... but..."

After a glance at you, she gave Jack a silent nod

After sighing with relief, you sat back in your chair, your families now calm

For now

Angie and Donna Beneviento

The pair stared at the little clan of people standing before them

Thanks to Angie's mouth, they where incharge of these people

Yes there was plenty of room in the estate for them... but...

How the hell were they supposed sneak these people past you?!

Donna looked at the doll, "Angie."

Angie waved her hand at Donna, "Its Fine! We got this!"

Joe made a face, then looked at his brother

"I have no clue..."

Lucas made his way forward, being sure to shove Ethan out of his way

"What the hell are you? Some kinda animatron?" He tried to poke at the doll

Receiving a smack on the hand

The pair led them to the estate

"Do not be loud." Donna warned, as you were supposed to be asleep

Which you where not, instead you wanted to surprise the woman with breakfast

Donna paused, making a face, no one could see

You smiled at her, "Donna!" You beamed, "I made-"

You stopped, looking at your family behind her

Zoe, who was standing awkwardly, holding her arm

Lucas, wandering around the living room

Jack and Marguerite standing side by side, wide eyed at you

And Uncle Joe, getting his cybernetic arm ready to blast the doll and doll maker away

You stepped infront of Donna, half shielding her and half trying to reach out to your family

"Momma? Daddy?" You struggled to keep yourself calm

Marguerite reached out to you pulling you close to her

The rest of thr Bakers' formed a protective hug circle around you

Only to be interrupted by Angie

"OI! GET YOUR HANDS OFF THEM!! THATS OURS!!"

Donna silenced her with a look

The moment tears formed in your eyes, Donna knew these people ment something to you

Though the Winters' stood nearby, awkwardly

Salvatore Moreau

Oh my damn.

What the ever-livng hell was he supposed to do with these, angry people?

He stood in the church, alone with them

Mother Miranda gave him the responsibility of watching over these people

He wanted to make her proud of him...

But didn't want you in any harm...

'FUCK' he thought, leading them to the Reservoir

Normally you where in the caves, chatting to a lycan or two

But TODAY, had to be the day you stood at the gates, ready to show him whatever shiney thing you found

As he opened the gates, you practically jumped into his arms

"Love! I found this miraculous thing!" You flashed the shiney in his face

Ignoring the group of people following him

He smiled at you happy that you had found something amazing!

The Bakers' stood wide eyed at you

"(Y/N)?" Jack took a cautious step forward, careful not to disturb you

You looked your father up and down, not recognizing who he was

"Yeah, hi how ya doing." You said then turned your attention back to Moreau

Lucas pushed his way forward, "(Y/N)!! It's us your family!!"

You looked up at the yelling man, your face scrunched up, then it hit you!

"Lucas!?" Then you looked at your family one at a time, drinking in the fact that their alive and ok

Then you spotted the Winters', "Ion know yall tho..."

Moreau smiled at you, "So these are you family?"

You nodded, you both had a conversation about them before hand.

Soon everyone was safe, in the caves and your fish man welcomed everyone!

Though they had a bit of time accepting the odd looking being

Lucas was the most accepting

Karl Heisenberg

Well shit...

'FUCK that giant Bitch, and fuck the Miranda bitch too.' He grumbled walking with the two families back to the Factory

He got tricked into taking in the Winters' (which was a plus for him) and the Bakers'

He didn't have a plan for the latter, but he WAS getting pretty pissed at the stares the families gave him

Joe, Jack and Ethan walked in the inside, creating a sort of barrier for the women

Lucas, whom didn't care one way or another, was taking in the scenery

Once he reached the Factory, he stopped, standing in front of the doors

"Look," he started, "I have someone very important to me living here. You hurt them, ill add your corpse to my army."

He didn't wait for an answer and opened the doors, calling our for you

"Kitten? I'm back an-"

You rushed down from upstairs, you had already seen your family from the window

Karl let out a surprised yelp when you did so

You threw yourself into your father's arms

"(Y/N)!?" Jack shouted, as he wrapped you in a protective hug

You ugly sobbed in his arms, not letting him go

The rest of your family, hugged or rubbed your back comfortingly

Karl stood to the side, eyeing the Bakers' surrounding you

He didn't know what to do, or how you knew these people

You finally calmed down enough to hug everyone in turn

Karl cleared his throat, "Kitten? You have-"

You cut him off, explaining that these people where your blood family

And that you had been missing them for a while

Karl lit a cigar, deep in thought

This... this had worked out for him...

And you

He took it as a win, and gratefully took the brownie points

[jadeee]

Deranged goblin anarchist is basically an anarchist who is

Ready to punch a cop on sight

Collects shiney things they find on the sidewalk and will have a large collection of shiney things

Five seconds away from just becoming a cryptid

No self preservation in sight

Would go apeshit

Will fight a bitch, and then cry about it later

Uses gen-z and millennial slang and general chaotic sentences even in the 1920s i.e 'i may have girlbossed to close to the sun'

Pretty loving and would do anything for the people they love, including murder

Probably mentally ill

Ohhh okay, thanks for telling me! Here was the original question and my ramble is below

i think the whole collecting shiny things is funny bc nicky has nothing but shiny things. i can imagine mc just staring at his watch one day and he's like 👀 "are you okay, toots?" in true nicky fashion he'd buy you shiny things but if you'd rather collect what you find that's cool too. he'll just find another way to spoil you bc that's what he does.

he would prob be shocked if/when mc punches a cop. we know he's not a fan of them but i don't think he's ever actually fought one of em. anyway, he'd start to anticipate when mc is about to start a riot and try to de-escalate the situation if he can.

i think he could appreciate the 'ride or die' part of mc but he would never wanna put you in danger or anything like that. there's no way he'd let you kill for him, even though you've told him several times that you'd do it without hesitation. he wouldn't want you to suffer the consequences on his behalf. i can hear him saying it's his problem and not yours then giving you a lil forehead kiss.

for the slang, you'll have to translate after every sentence 😂 after a while, he'll understand what you mean by "girlbossing too close to the sun" or wtv the case may be but pls be patient with him. i think he'd use some of the lingo at home but idk about out in public. he prob said smthn to chris or rocky once and they just stared at him like 'tf are you talkin' bout? 😐🤔 d'ya bump your head or smthn?'

overall, it's giving chaos and... oof, nicky would def have his work cut out for him. idk what cryptid is 🤷🏾‍♀️ soo... go crazy in the comments ig lol

[kittywoofwoof64]

When I first played BOTW and made my way to Zoras Domain, when I first met prince Sidon and his winning shiney smiles it reminded me of a certain ninja from naruto who wears a lot of green and also smiles his winning smiles. Both are very smiley and their enthusiasm is beautiful. Prince Sidon cheered me on when we fought against Vah Ruta and told me I was amazing.😭🥰 I'll never forget him :3

[whimsymimsywrites]

Fights and making up head canons

Mirio

He rarely fights with you but when he does it’s intense, He stops smiling and gets quiet before he explodes with everything he’s been bottling up, 

He will never touch you during a fight But he might accidentally break something from swinging his arms around wildly.

If he gets too heated he will leave the house until he’s cooled off completely. It could take a few hours tho but he’ll never let himself go to bed angry.

But when he does come back he’ll check on you. He’ll quietly bring you water or tea, maybe something to eat.

His love language is acts of service based so he’ll start doing stuff around the house to make you happy again, Washing dishes, Vacuuming, doing laundry.

 If none of that works he’ll go out and bring you back your favorite foods and stuffed toys

He’ll ask if he can touch you and rub your back in order to make you feel better,

He will apologize for as long as it takes to get you to smile. Your smile is one of his favorite things about you.

He’s been getting alot better about telling you his feelings instead of hiding behind a smile. But He’s still got a long way to go.

Once your tears and frowns stop he’ll quietly cuddle you, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you and how sorry he is for his unheroic outburst. 

The only way you can get him to stop apologizing is to kiss him and play with his hair, He melts every time you do that. 

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Tamaki

For someone usually so quiet and shy When he gets mad he’s like a raging volcano, It will take him a while to calm down. There will be tears and there will be yelling.

He Will never touch you out of rage. He did once on accident He thought you were farther away then you actually were. When he did his anger immediately stopped and he checked on you. 

When he does get angry he’ll yell and scream for a bit then blow off all his steam by playing a video game.  He will not talk to you until he’s calmer.

His Love language is Physical touch. Once he’s calm he’ll come over and hold your hand quietly.

He’ll apologize and then say nothing unless you start the conversation electing to hug you, hold your hand and give you kisses instead of talking.

After everything has calmed down he’ll order you both something to eat and then relax and watch a movie with you to make up for the fight. Any movie you want, even if it is a horror movie.

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Sir Nighteye

The first and last fight you got into was before his fateful meeting with overhaul, You stormed off to your shared bedroom and he left for work.

You had begged him not to go, Something bad was going to happen.  And you just knew it. And you knew he knew so to but he told you everything would work out. He Just wouldn’t listen.

He kissed your head before leaving. But by then you had cried yourself to sleep. 

Just before the fight he had a large bouquet of your favorite flowers sent to you, with a note saying that he would pick up dinner.  That he loved you.

You only found out what happened When Bubbles called you telling you his hospital room number and to get there before it was too late.

You rushed over as fast as you could and were able to get there to sit there and hold his hand before he slipped away.

His last words were “I’m sorry we fought, I love you.” You gave him a choked up Love you back and a kiss before his eyes closed. 

And he was gone.

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Hawks

You guys fight all the time, Nothing serious Mainly play fights.  There is a Tally board for who wins the fight and you are currently in the lead

“I would rather get it out of the way now, It’ll just be a pain in the ass if I keep it for later.”

Most of his wins are because he kisses you senseless and takes you to the bedroom.

His love language is receiving gifts, “I saw this Shiney thing and thought of you” “Here, eat this.”

You two always make up quickly and poke fun about how his feathers puffs up. 

“I won!” “You only won cause you kept kissing me so I couldn’t talk, you bird brain” “You love me.”

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Aizawa

Your ‘fights’ Are usually quiet debates,  

His Love language is Words of affirmation and will listen and admit when you have a good point. And kisses your hand  and tells you that he loves you

He tries not to fight with you but when you get upset and start getting truly angry he kinda just shuts down, Going into work mode. 

He knows it seems manipulative but he can’t help that he does that.

“You know I don’t mean to shut down, I just… I don’t know how to deal with all this. It’s like a fight or flight, you know?”

He’ll lay next to you in bed and hold you as he tells you all the things he loves about you. From your eyes and your smile to the way your hands fit into his so nicely

[lover-of-midnight]

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Fandom:

86-エイティシックス- - 安里 アサト | 86 - Asato Asato

Relationships:

Undertaker & Wherwholf

Shinei Nouzen & Raiden Shuga

Characters:

Shinei Nouzen

Raiden Shuga

Additional Tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

After the end of Volume 5 of the light novels

Emotional Hurt

Protective Raiden

Hurt Shinei

Angstember2021

Day 9: Being with you is too hard

Day 10: Don't apologize

Language:English

Series: ← Previous Work Part 8 of the Angstember 2021 series

Collections: Angstember 2021

Shin was quiet as he tried to gather his thoughts. His reddish eyes glared at the floor. Lena had a point, but it wasn’t because of kindness that he had lost those memories.

It was just plain because it was easier not to remember, not too long to something that was taken from him. To pretend that they never had existed.

He didn’t notice the tear silently falling. The broken sobs leaving his body as he tried to keep the last brief part of himself together.

How had the rest found something to live for and all he can do was wander from place to place searching for somewhere that it can end?

The rest had seen something, something that they could fight for. Something that will make them happy in the end.

He didn’t hear when the door was pushed open, but he did tens up when someone pulled him closer.

The man was silent except for lightly humming to him, calming him down slightly. When the tears finally quiet down. Shin pulled slightly back as he glared at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Raiden kept his voice low. He kept the worry to the back of his mind. The last thing that Shin would react to was anything he thought was pity.

Shin was silent, there was nothing he could say. He knows he could trust his second in command, but he couldn’t find himself to talk.

“You know Shin, it is okay to talk about how you feel.” Raiden wanted to wipe his friend’s tears away. But he was sure that is only a good way to get himself an ass-kicking.

The silence stretched for a few more seconds before Shin finally talked.

“I finally remembered them and all the wonderful memories. And maybe it would have been better if I didn’t. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like someone is stabbing me the whole bloody time.” Shin bit his lips slightly as he glanced at the floor.

“It is hard being with you all when you finally found something that makes you happy, another reason to fight.” Shin finally looked up. “When all I want to do is finally die. That in every mission, hoping that it would finally be the time. The time that everything ends.” The last part came out in a broken whisper.

Raiden was silent for a few moments, unsure of what to say. He had seen the way Shin had fought in the battles, almost suicidal three-quarters of the time. But he had never thought that Shin might have been searching for his ultimate resting place.

Before Raiden could say anything, Shin continued, his eyes on the wall behind Raiden.

“I apologize. I don’t know what had just come over me.” Shin turned away from Raiden. There was nothing left to say.

Raiden took a step closer to Shin, pulling him around. He expected the startled look, but not the broken soul in front of him.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Shin. Just know you have all of us on your side. You are our friend. And when you need someone else to be strong, even if it is just for a moment. We are here.” Raiden pulled the slightly smaller teen against him.

The hug was almost crushing but for a moment Shin felt the world just quieting down. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to talk to him every once in a while.

[locym]

Yule (A Feast of Two Baronies)

I haven’t really been myself lately due to my wife up and leaving me about a month ago. So I wasn’t planning on fighting at this event. However, the Lord that I serve as Man at Arms and will squire under showed up and informed me I was going to fight. Now, normally I believe nobody can tell you what to do in the SCA. I still believe that, but something in me sort of broke. He wasn’t upset. He was suggesting I get out and do SOMETHING. Anything. And this was a shared hobby that I could do.  So I relented.  We checked my armor which hadn’t been looked at since my leg injury nearly three months prior. Made it fighting shape, and went to the Feast/Tournament. I’ll get pictures soon I’m sure. Again, my headspace isn’t ... present ... So I didn’t think to get pictures or anything.  I armored up and did some pick up fights. Her Highness was present and as she is both Crown Princess of An Tir, and a Knight she showed me how to perfect my wrap. During he pick up fights my head still wandered, and I fought truly abysmally. Kind of an embarrassment for somebody on the long and twisted road of Knighthood in my opinion. So I wasn’t expecting anything when the Rapier Fighters finished and we were allowed to take the field.  I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. I meditated for a hot minute and did my best to clear my head. It didn’t work. I was still focused on the catastrophe my life had become. So I took a page from Science Fiction. Closed my eyes again and funneled it all into my core.  With tears brimming in my eyes, the marshal called Lay On. And I attacked. After all the saluting etc. I just attacked. I let every feeling I had flow through my arms, my legs, my voice and unleashed it on my opponent.  It was a small list. Only a few. like five of us. But I won my fights. Even besting his Lordship with a Greatsword. (He has since banned me from using a Greatsword against him. Pretty sure he was being funny?) I was in the finals against the epic Sir Gavin. Best Two out of Three. He won two in a row, the first VERY quickly, the second, not so quickly, but easily enough for him. At the end, after I called “Good!” To his fight. He dropped his weapons and wrapped me in a hug. He knows what I’ve been going through. No words. Just a hug from this bear of a man. I somehow managed to NOT cry. But just let him.  I was awarded a price of Practice Dice (Instead of numbers it has weapon styles on them) and a shiney new stick of Ratan for both second place, and for apparently being the most Chivalrous on the field. I thanked them profusely. Changed out of my fighting gear, and then went to the Feast. I performed a few guard shifts for her Royal Highness, and at Court, Her Excellency of Blatha an Oir asked me to hand her things when she asked for it. Not glamorous or anything but it was fun being behind the big chairs.  That was Yule. I don’t know if I’d have made it this far without a Tumblr friend reminding me to: “Hydrate” and all that. Which came to us all on Tumblr the day after the Wife decided to end our marriage. So. If she reads this....  Thank you.   Pictures to come once I find some. 

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*Spoilers for The Mandalorian Season 2, episode 1*

Okay, real talk here, I want Din to have a pet Krayt dragon, a little baby one. While we know that they can grow to be HUGE, and extremely dangerous, there are 2 types. In the game "Star Wars: Bounty Hunter" Garudulla the hutt had one in their palace, specifically a Canyon Krayt dragon which is a smaller less legged version of the greater Krayt dragon (the one Din fought). Both are native to Tatooine, and Din could have easily found a baby canyon Krayt dragon which had fallen out of its hole on the side of the cliff after the giant and earth shaking skirmish with the greater Krayt dragon. Maybe it lost it's parents or maybe they were killed by Tusken raiders. Either way, however it happens, bada-bing bada-boom: an extremely young and vulnerable baby canyon Krayt dragon, ripe for the adopting. We've seen that Din IS in-fact a dog person, with the way he treats animals and small children. I don't feel like if he found a baby animal with no parents he'd leave it to die alone. Now, Din is extremely protective of his kid, we all know, and I don't logically think he'd want a carnivorous baby hunter anywhere near his kid. Buuuuuutttt for the sake of my own personal self indulgence, say the kid feels and connects with it through The Force, maybe taming it just ever so slightly or something along those lines (We've seen multiple Jedis calm and tame animals through the force before). EITHER WAY, the dragon no want to eat the baby or Din, and while he'd have PLENTY of reservations against it, the kid could probably convince him to take the baby along with them. This would come with a whole host of new issues for Din, like feeding and training the dragon, but just imagine if he got the Armorer or someone else to make a custom saddle for the baby dragon (the smallest ones are probably still big compared to Din, much less his kid) and he rides it to meet clients for jobs. This would ABSOLUTELY pave the way for many hilarious and heart warming interactions between the 3 + company including:

1. The pure intimidation factor when out taking or doing jobs. Imagine the looks on these big hotshot crime bosses who hired the Mandalorian and were planning to subtly try to intimidate and threaten Din but see him ride up on a DRAGON. One thats known for eating people, who is under the command of this singular man.

2. Think of how cute it would be to see the dragon bump its head into Don's arms and demanding to get scritches from the shiney metal man/parent and then doing stuff like draping its head in his lap or curling around his feet while he pilots his ship.

3. Just imagine all the shit that happens between the kid and the dragon. Both are young, carnivorous babys who love Din whole heartedly but so do not understand half of the stuff he does and are just, *vibing to their own beat*. The kid most DEFINITELY definitely rides on the dragons head between the horns, and Din has to constantly move the child off so he doesn't slip and fall. The dragon thinks of the baby as "small strange green friend/sibling who I can feel is Different tm" and the kid thinks of the dragon as "the big tan friend who I convinced dad to take with us and helps me get out of my boxs".

Cara and everyone else are shocked but not surprised anymore. They feel they should have expected something along these lines. After all, the Mando already adopted 1 extremely dangerous and sought after entity, whats another to him?

Cara's weary, but comes around to the dragon. Finds it cool and a big softie underneath all those spikes and hard scales. Reminds her of the mandalorian who cares for it.

Peli is absolutely smitten with it, just as she is with Din's kid. Its just a big ol' baby to her (which it is) and just wants some loving (which it does) and proceeds to spoil it rotten. Fresh food for it and the kid, their both just the Mando's kids to her and she loves them either way.

Cobb, who only saw it briefly as he caught site of the mando right before he took off on the razor crest (somehow, idk this is for self indulgence) and was QUITE SPOOKED. He saw the mando feed it scraps of meat as it sat directly infront of him, staring at him with all the intensity of a dog staring at their owner with the treat. He couldn't believe his eyes and even after they take off he wonders if the heat wasn't getting to him and making him see things.

Greef is absolutely terrified of it in no uncertain terms and refuses to go near it. He was already somewhat wary about the magic force choke/healing baby, he did not sign up for man eating dragons. Because he's so afraid of it it sits directly across any table from him next to the Mando and stares Greef down. He finds this extremely concerning and will edge just a little farther away from both of them as the baby giggles.

All in all the dragon is playful and super happy with the child and Din, being extra affectionate to them both, but is super terrifying to anyone else. Especially on hunts.

Idk, if anyone has any thoughts on this idea or anything relating to it if you say this post tag it or something! Maybe message in the comments of this post idk.