#i'm fecking dying.

[idridian]

“Whoever tries to hurt you has to kill me first.”

Death Note, Episode 25: “Silence”

[k-hika37]

Exactly

So uh

About that finale huh

[shams-of-the-wild]

Burning Under Bloody Moonlight (Drink Sunny Stars)

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It was never a good sign when the portals were unexpected, or when it split them up, or when it left them unconscious.

Of course, the latest portal just happens to do all three.

Legend, understandably, is less than pleased. Especially at Hylia.

{Written during a six hour long, sprint prompt of the Linked Universe discord — Prompt: Stars don't shine, they burn}

Word Count: 2,431.

Warnings: Legend has Chronic Pain and PTSD (and is accidentally Irish), Burns, Blood, Cooking, Swearing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort.

A/N: I ended up rewriting this fic three times and I did not intend to make Legend Irish, but here we are, for context, I'm Irish so I know what I'm doing. Also, thank you so much to those who commented on my previous LU fic, genuinely this is the nicest fandom I've been in. 💚 <3

As a heads up, this fic features some non canon compliant headcanons of mine (I will eventually be making a meta series/fic covering all of them), the ones in this fic are: •Blood Moons last all night (instead of fading after midnight), make all monsters (both overworld/sky and in depths) temporarily stronger for the duration, and turns all overworld/sky monsters into the gloom/malice infected versions for the duration. •The Blood Moons can shoot "meteors" that turn into enemies (such as in the cutscene we're shown of that in game). •Sunny elixirs exist and are made using star fragments, please do not try to follow the recipe in game as unfortunately it will only make Dubious Food.

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 Legend awoke with a deep ache in his bones and muscles. The pressure had changed. That was more than easy to tell. The pain was far too strong to be from normal weather changes, especially since they'd just been in Four's era. Fecking portals. Begrudgingly, he blinked open his gritty eyes with a grimace.

 The sand was warm beneath his hands. Warm from the dying light of the sun, washing the sky in a viscous cloudy red. Like blood billowing out of a wound in the darkest depths of the water.

 Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

 It didn't feel like a delight when they were in Wild's era. Especially when the embers and ashes of malice began to bleed from the ground, thin wispy tendrils that clawed and snarled around them.

 Legend pushed himself up off the ground, elbows and knees cracking painfully. Muscles twinging in protest. “Well feck you too.” He grumbled under his breath.

 Waiting a moment so his body would stop trying to complain, he was a hero for the oracle's sake, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. His bag was thankfully only a few metres away, a tad sodden and covered in a fine layer of sand. No sign of anyone else nearby though. Nothing happened as he made his way over to it and slung it over his shoulders with a practised ease. Though his shoes sunk into the sand a little, making each step even more strenuous and painful than usual.

 The beach he was on, was recognisable, luckily. Wild had shown them some photos of it on his slate. Eventide, he had said this island was called. It reminded Legend far too closely of Koholint. Of waking up on the sun warmed shore like a piece of jetsam.

 Then again, Wild had said there was a place on this island called Koholit. Maybe this is what became of the island in the future? Maybe that meant his island had been more than just a dream—No.

 Legend gritted his teeth, he couldn't afford to think like that. Especially when he was alone and there was one of Wild's Blood Moons rising.

 “From the breast of Hylia.” He grumbled to himself 

 He glanced up, the blighted bloody moon began to peek over the treeline. Illuminating the sky and all its numerous scattering of shattered islands hanging in the sky like bloodstained teeth and broken bones.

 A wasp circled around him, distracting him for a moment before buzzing off. But its flight path guided his sight to one sky island that stood out above the rest, a circular looking one that lurked above the island he was on. And on it—aww feck—a Gleeok. A weird looking one, with three heads. It wasn't visible at this distance as to what kind of Wild's Gleeoks it was, but it definitely was one of them.

 Luckily it hadn't noticed him yet. Knowing his luck though…

 Still, the light was waning, and he needed a way to defend himself, so his choice of weapon was more than easy. Nothing better than his good ol' trusty fire rod. Besides, Wild set monsters on fire all the time, and when in Lorule, do as the Lorulians do.

 Best to try to avoid combat as much as possible though, Wild's monsters had only gotten smarter since his latest quest and whilst already naturally black blooded, they still could get infected, and therefore even stronger and more intelligent than normal, like any other era's monsters. And as if that wasn't enough, Wild said his monsters became infused with malice during the Blood Moons, amplifying their strength even more. Meaning, if Legend stumbled across any of Wild's monsters here, they could be up to three times more dangerous than last time he fought them.

 Thankfully the blood moon never affected any other era's monsters, regardless of black blooded status, otherwise he'd be doubly fecked.

 Of course, at the exact moment he thought that, the blood moon pulsated like a thrashing Podoboo Tower. Strange star shaped meteors of malice burst from the moon's surface, like the moon was an active volcano.

 “Shite!” Legend hissed. A malice-star meteor was heading straight for him. He barely even had time to click his Pegasus boots together. Bolting across the sand, directly horizontal from the moon. Still sinking in a few centimetres, still slowing him down.

 He glanced back at the meteor “Feck! Feck! Feck!” The meteor had swerved to follow him, speeding up as well. He wasn't going to be able to outrun this.

 It slammed into his back.

 Right between his shoulder blades.

 It burned.

 Sending him skidding across the beach from the force. Clothes melting into the wound as the sand raked at his hands and face. Tearing bloody grazes across his skin.

 Finally rolling to a stop, Legend lay still. It burned,  it burned. It burned.

 Distantly, he could hear screaming.

 He wasn't alone then, someone else must be hurt. Feck, he needed to help them.

 Legend went to move, to get up. But the agony from his back flared up. Like flames dancing through his veins. Every movement felt sluggish, as if there were multiple gels clinging to him. That meteor must've been a red zol that split on impact.

 His vision began to burn, spots of black and brown began forming, spreading outwards just like how a piece of paper burns. The screaming seemed to have stopped, he couldn't hear it anymore. Though, he couldn't hear anything else either. It was like he was deep under the water again, with only his heartbeat beating silently in his ears, making his ears twitch in discomfort.

 Arse-biscuits… Was all he could think of as everything faded into darkness.

  A bright light shone in Legends face, he groaned, scrunching his eyes tight to try and block it out. Failing miserably.

 Something cool was being rubbed against his back. Numbing the burning sensation partially. He groaned, trying to wriggle away from the touch. Just because it was making it feel better, didn't mean that he was gonna sit here and let some person touch him. For all he knew, they could be rubbing poison or some shit into his wound.

 “Legend, we're not trying to poison you.” A tired voice said flatly.

 A hand grabbed each of his shoulders to hold him still.

 Legend scoffed, great, he was mumbling in delirium. “'At's what some-un' tryna poison me would say.” He slurred in response.

 “I could actually poison you, if you wanted!” A far too cheerful voice responded.

 “Wild, please for the love of Hylia.” The tired voice groaned.

 Ah. Legend stopped trying to wriggle away. Only one person sounded that hypocritically exhausted with them whenever someone said or did something stupid. That meant Wild and Time had found him.

 A disgruntled bark cut his sludge-like thoughts off.

 “And Wolfie too! He's the one that led us to you after you stopped screaming.” Wild added, as if that wasn't obvious from the bark.

 “Thanks Wolfie.” Legend muttered.

 “Aww no thanks for us?” Wild teased.

 He raised his middle finger in the direction where Wild's voice was coming from. “Feck off.”

 Reluctantly, Legend peeled his eyes open. He was facing a cooking pot over a small fire, one that had clearly been used many times. Wild was to one side of the pot, humming and stirring some sort of strange, golden shimmery liquid. Behind the cooking pot was a large chasm surrounded by viscous pulsating malice and swirls of smoke-like gloom.

 He craned his head up. Time's hands let go of Legend's shoulders as he moved.

 Wolfie was further away—on the side opposite of Wild—sitting between the edge of the beach and the start of the forest. His back was turned to them, facing towards the forest, ears pricked up and shoulders flexing from tension. Clearly on watch.

 “The others?” Legend asked.

 Time sighed heavily. “They're safe, Wind contacted us through Wild's slate earlier, they all landed in Lurelin village, they got beds in the local inn.”

 Legend scowled. “Lucky feckers.”

 A silence descended on the group. Or as silent as Wild's era could get, with the crickets chirping, the fire crackling, the waves lapping gently, and the faint squirming of the nearby malice.

 “Wild.” Legend rasped.

 Wild paused stirring whatever the concoction he was making was. “Huh, yeah?”

 “What the feck was that?” He jabbed a finger up at moon, wincing as it pulled at his back wound.

 “Moon's infected.” Wild replied with a shrug, going back to stirring.

 Time nodded sagely out of the corner of Legends eye, as if that made any fecking sense.

 “What. The. Feck.” Legend hissed.

  “Moon's infected.” Time answered.

 Wolfie made a very unimpressed snorting noise. At least someone was on Legend's side today.

 Legend did not whinge, he responded in a very normal pitch and not at all in an accusing and whiny tone. “Your moon shot a meteor at me!”

 Wild cocked his head to one side and stared at him. “Yep. It does that."

  Legend through his hands up in disbelief. “Since when!?”

 Immediately, regretting the action, as the wound burned again. “Feck it all!” He snarled, flinching viciously.

 “Careful.” Time gently pushed Legend's arms down. “I haven't finished rubbing the sunny cream into your burns.”

 “What—” Legend started.

 “—Sunny cream.” Wild cut him off, launching immediately into an explanation. “It's made using crushed sundelions, a newly discovered flower in my Hyrule, capable of treating malice burns. Helps numb the pain too. It's not as effective as eating Sunny veggie porridge, though. But it works in a pinch, especially on someone who's not capable of eating anything due to the wounds, or unconscious.”

 Legend blinked at Wild. “Still doesn't explain what the fuck is up with your moon.”

 Wild made a strangled I-don't-know noise. “Ganondorf infected the moon with stronger malice during the second quest, which as I've told you all, made it much more dangerous and it kinda never went back to normal after I defeated him.”

 “You didn't mention it could shoot fucking malice meteors.” Legend groused.

 Time patted him on the undamaged part of his shoulder. “Welcome to the moon trauma squad.”

 Legend rolled his eyes, though his faint smile betrayed his sarcasm. “Joy.”

 “To be fair, it doesn't normally hit people!” Wild huffed, waving his wooden spoon in emphasis, splashing a few drops of the golden liquid onto the sand. “The meteors usually get close, and then the malice itself coalesces into a gloom infected monster! You got unlucky, it hit you and turned into a malice fire chu-chu. Which is mildly concerning, because I've never encountered any monsters, throughout my quest, that were both elemental and consumed by malice.”

 Legend snorted. “Oh so Hylia just hates me personally then, I see how it is. The feelings mutual, fecker.” Raising both middle fingers up to the sky.

 “You're not aiming at Hylia. The only thing in that direction is a King Gleeok.” Wild rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh in the tone of his voice.

 Legend sighed in dramatic aggrievement. “Feck 'im too.”

 “Oh definitely!” Wild agreed, then froze for a second. A moment later, his face broke into the happiest expression Legend had ever seen Wild express.

“Brilliant!” Wild stopped stirring and began scooping the golden shimmery liquid into a star fragment shaped glass vial. “It's ready!”

 Legend squinted at him suspiciously. “What's ready and why are you so happy about this. Are you finally poisoning me?”

 “Nope but you do get to try my newest elixir experiment! Starry elixir!” Wild stopped the star shaped glass vial, before shoving it right in Legend's face with one hand. He tilted his head to one side again, a finger from his free hand tapping away at his lip as he began to mumble. “Although, technically, it should probably be called sunny elixir, as it works just like the sunny foods and cream. But it's not made with sundelions despite having the same malice purifying effect.”

 “Wild… do I even want to know what you've put in that?” Time asked dryly.

 Wild perked up like a dog. Practically vibrating in excitement. “Four plain chu-chu jellies, and a star fragment! Pretty simple, really. The chu-chu jellies melt into a thick gelatinous water when boiled and stirred, a the star fragment dissolves into stardust, which sticks to the gelatin in the water and once mixed thoroughly, it produces an elixir that fills you with pure light, thereby purifying the malice or gloom! The glow only lasts a few seconds unfortunately, so it's no use as a bright elixir.”

 “That definitely sounds potable.” Legend responded, laying the sarcasm on thick.

 Wild snorted. “You'd be surprised, usually it's more effective if you use dragon horns, or gibdo guts, but I thought you'd want something a little easier on the taste buds.”

 Pursing his lips, Legend glanced at Wild. “Thanks…” He said it perhaps a tad too genuine, as Wild launched forwards, tackling him into a hug.

 “Watch it!” Time snapped.

 Wild stuck his tongue out at him.

 Wolfie barked gruffly in laughter.

 Legend would join in with the laughter, if it weren't for Wild squeezing him like a like-like. He made an awful wheezing noise.

 “Oops, sorry Legend!” Wild apologised, properly handing him the stoppered elixir.

 Legend grimaced. “Why couldn't you just cook me up some sunny foods, you said they were more effective than the cream, yeah?”

 “It's not as effective as this elixir, trust me!” Wild beamed at him. “Once you've downed it, your burns will heal in a flash and you'll feel good as new!”

 Time cleared his throat. “And you've tested this before, right Wild?”

 Wild slapped his hand against his chest in mock offence. “Of course I have! Flora and I have started to drink this all the time whilst exploring the depths!”

 “Urgh, feck it, fine.” He shut his eyes and downed it in one go like a very large shot.

 Immediately he pulled the vial away from his lips, coughing and spluttering. “Feck's sake, Wild. Even the strongest whiskey I've had doesn't burn as bad as this.”

 “It's got stardust in it! Of course it'll burn, besides it's hardly as strong as Goron spice!” Wild argued.

 “Don't remind me.” Legend croaked, though his malice burns had already started shining with golden light.

 “Alright, rest up Legend.” Time instructed. “Wild will make us a boat to reach Lurelin, tomorrow at first light. Wolfie, Wild, and I will alternate between watches.”

 Legend nodded, not even bothering to put up a token fight tonight, already flopping back onto the ground. “Whatever.”

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Thank you for reading! Hopefully you enjoyed this oneshot!

This honestly wasn't supposed to be another Wild gets to info dump whilst cooking fic but I clearly have discovered my niché in this fandom.

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[valentine-in-wonderland]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Punch Out!!

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aran Ryan, Original Character

Relationships: No Romantic Relationships

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,536

Finley Ryan is trying to live up to his brother's expectations of him being a boxer, like the rest of the Ryan family. But Finley wasn't a cheatin', fightin' machine like Aran. He liked to... Read and write!?!?!?! Get an education!?!?!?!?!? Truly, a foreign concept in the Ryan family.

Hi guys!!! I made another cringe oc fic with Aran Ryan 😔 but yeah, hope you enjoy!! wormsiccles actually made a janitor ai bot somewhat based off my Ryan family, but we sorta have joint custody of these characters (since while I made Finley and Sean, they made the rest of the siblings and the parents). Also, I'm not sure if this is still an issue but apparently people are putting ao3 works on Goodreads???? please don't do that with my work. This isn't professional in any way. I'm fine with my published works being on Goodreads, just not my fics. I'll also include this in upcoming chapters of my other works too! ok bye.

Aran Ryan strutted into the dimly lit gym, his dark red mullet swaying with each step, a smug smile playing on his lips. The echo of his purple boots on the hardwood floor announced his presence to all. He was a man who reveled in the sound of his own name, especially when it was met with a chorus of boos from the crowd. His blue eyes searched the room, landing on his younger brother Finley, who sat hunched in a corner, his nose buried in a book. Aran's smile faltered, forming a scowl. Finley was always reading. He didn't need to read so much, especially when it certainly wasn't helping him win.

"Finley!" Aran bellowed, his Irish accent thick and unyielding. "What the feck are ye doin'?"

Finley looked up, his auburn hair falling over his light blue eyes. He was used to Aran's outbursts, but they never failed to startle him. "Just readin'," he replied meekly, his voice barely carrying across the room.

"Readin' again?" Aran snorted. "Ye need to be trainin'. Ye've got the worst win to lose ratio in the history of the WVBA, and ye've got the Ryan name to live up to!" He strode over, ripping the book from Finley's hands. "Put that shite away. We've got work to do."

Why does Aran care so much? Finley thought to himself. He knew his brother was driven by the desire to be the best, but why did he insist on dragging him into this world of pain and humiliation?

"Look at me, Finley," Aran said, flexing a bicep. "Ye've got the potential to be great, like me." He looked down at Finley. "Don't cha wanna be like your big brother?" He questioned.

Finley frowned. "Yer hardly a boxer." He grumbled. "Ye cheat, ye put horseshoes in yer gloves..."

"Cheatin' is part of the game!" Aran snapped. "And if you were any good, you'd be doin' it too!" He threw the book aside, and the pages fluttered through the air like a dying bird. "Now, up on your feckin' feet!"

Finley stood, his knees trembling slightly. The gym was owned by their father, but Aran had claimed it as his own. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather. The punching bags hung heavy with the weight of the sand inside. Finley picked up a pair of worn boxing gloves, feeling the fabric against his skin.

"Alright, we're startin' from the basics," Aran said, his voice a hint of irritation, "since clearly, whoever yer previous trainer was, couldn't be bothered to even show ye a proper jab." He rolled his eyes and slipped on his own gloves. "Now, throw a punch at me, like ya mean it," he instructed.

Finley took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. He threw back his arm before throwing it forward, giving a weak, sluggish jab. It barely grazed Aran's shoulder. Aran laughed, a sound that grated on Finley's nerves.

"Is that all ya got, little bro?" Aran taunted, shaking his head. "Yer slower than a sloth."

Why do I let him do this to me? Finley thought, his eyes stinging with unshed tears of frustration. Maybe he's right, maybe I'm just not cut out for this.

"Again!" Aran barked. "This time, hit me like yer mad at me. Like ye actually wanna win."

Finley took a step closer, clenching his fists tightly. He threw a punch with all his might, aiming for Aran's chest. Aran caught it with his glove, his face contorting into a sneer. "Yer gonna get your ass beat." He said, his voice low and menacing.

Finley felt a flicker of anger ignite within him, something he rarely felt. "I'm tired of this," he murmured, his voice stronger than before. "Tired of being the punching bag. I'm just a joke." He slumped onto the bench.

"What's that?" Aran's eyes narrowed. "Are ye questionin' me?"

Finley looked up, meeting his brother's gaze. "I'm saying, I'm not like ye. I don't want to fight dirty to win. I don't even want to fight at all."

Aran's smirk disappeared, replaced by a flash of anger. "You're a Ryan!" he shouted. "We fight, we win. That's what we do." He paused, his arms crossing. "Da did it, I did it, yer big brother sister did it, and all yer little siblin's are training for the WVBA. It's in our blood."

Finley looked down at his hands, the gloves feeling heavy on his lanky wrists. "But Aran, I don't enjoy it. I don't want to hurt people."

"Don't be soft, Finley!" Aran's voice boomed across the gym. "The WVBA isn't for the faint of heart. It's survival of the fittest. Ye either fight or ye get crushed. That's just the way it is."

Finley's eyes darted around the gym, taking in the posters of brutal matches and the trophies that lined the walls, all won by his siblings. Each one a stark reminder of his own failure. "But I don't want to be like you," he murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

"What was that?" Aran stepped closer, his eyes narrowing.

Finley took a deep breath and spoke louder, "I don't want to be like you, Aran. I don't want to be someone who needs to cheat to win. I just want to do something I love, something that makes me happy."

Aran's face reddened. He yanked the gloves off Finley's hands and threw them across the room. "Get yer ass outta here. I'm gonna hire you a real coach." He spat out the words with disgust.

Finley nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and dread. He knew that once Aran set his mind to something, there was no changing it. He left the gym, the door slamming shut behind him, echoing his brother's dismissal. The cool night air hit him, and he took a deep breath, smelling the hint of rain in the air. The family home was close by, so Finley was content walking home alone.

Finley had been in Dublin for his whole life. It was a city he knew like the back of his hand, and as he walked home through the quiet streets, the cobblestones cold under his feet, he thought about how things have changed. Ever since he joined the WVBA a couple years back, he's had to leave Ireland plenty of times for a match. The first time had been terrifying, the second exhilarating, but now? It was just exhausting. The travel, the training, the constant pressure from his brother and father to win, it all weighed on him.

As he approached the house, the lights from the windows spilled out into the night, creating a warm, inviting glow. He reached for the front door's doorknob and opened it up. The first person he saw was Sean, the runt of the family. "Da," Sean started. Despite Sean being 10 now, he was going through a phase where he referred to nearly every man in the family as his father. He peeked up at Finley. "Where's Aran?" He asked in that squeaky, hopeful tone of his.

Finley sighed. "At Da's gym." He stepped inside, the warmth of the house wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. The smell of their mother's cooking filled the air, something that always brought him a sense of peace. He patted Sean's head. "I know Aran said he'd read ye that new book I got ya, The Children of Lir, but he's cleanin' things up over there." When Sean pouted, Finley ushered Sean to the living room couch. "Ye can always ask one of yer big siblings."

"Like who?" Sean questioned.

"How about Colm?"

Sean frowned. "The eejit is drunk on the couch." He replied bluntly.

Finley couldn't help but chuckle, despite the tension of the day. Colm had always been the more laid-back of his siblings. "Fine, then how about Niamh?" He suggested. But Sean shook his head at the idea.

"Niamh brought a boy over and told us that we can't go in her room." Sean said, his voice carrying the slightest whine. Finley raised an eyebrow. Niamh, the eldest of them all, was always the responsible one. It was unlike her to bring someone home without permission.

"Well, that's your sister's business." Finley said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "But ye can always ask me to read it to ye, if you like." He knew Sean adored Irish folklore. After all, Sean had always gotten Finley's nerdiness.

Sean's eyes lit up. "Could ya, Da? Could ya read it to me? Please?" He asked, his voice filled with hope. Finley nodded, smiling genuinely for the first time that day. He led Sean to the boy's bedroom. The room was covered top to bottom with boxing memorabilia. Well, it was mostly Aran's old junk that he called "memorabilia". But... Sean seemed to like it anyway. Sean hurried to his bed, and Finley walked to the bookshelf. Sean had mostly used the shelf for toys or framed signatures of various boxers, but there were a couple books there. He had grabbed "The Children of Lir" for Sean, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

Their mother had bought this when Niamh was born. It was something she had read to all the siblings countless times when they were Sean's age. Finley picked it up, the pages feeling worn and fragile. "Alright," Finley muttered as he began to read the story.

-

As Finley closed the door to the darkened room. He saw Aran standing there. He frowned. "What do ye want?" Finley asked with a hint of bitterness.

Aran looked at him, his eyes searching. "I know ye don't like me much, Fin, but I'm just trying to make ye tough." He said, his voice softer than it had been at the gym.

"Tough?" Finley scoffed. "Or just another version of ye?" He crossed his arms. "I don't want to live a life that's all about fightin' and winnin'. There's more to the world than that."

Aran looked at the book in Finley's hand, then back at his brother. "I'm sorry, Fin. Is that what ye want?" He asked. "To read stories and pretend?" He stepped closer. "Life isn't a book. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It's about fightin' for what ye want."

Finley felt a flare of anger at Aran's dismissive tone. "It doesn't have to be," he retorted. "Why can't ye understand that?"

Aran sighed heavily. "Because we're Ryans. That's just how it is. Our family's legacy is in this sport."

"But it's not mine," Finley said, his voice firm. "I don't want to be a boxer. I never did." He peered at the ground. "I never wanted to be a boxer, Aran. Ye were the one that enrolled me in the WVBA."

Aran's jaw tightening and his fists clenched. "What are ye sayin'? That it's my fault that you're a failure?"

Finley looked up, his light blue eyes meeting Aran's fiery gaze. "I'm not a failure. I'm just not you." He placed the book on the shelf gently. "And I don't want to be."

Aran's face contorted in a mix of anger and confusion. "Ye don't want to be me?" He spat. "The WVBA is the best opportunity ye will ever have in yer life! It's a way out of this feckin' dump!"

Finley sighed. He started walking to his room. "Just leave me alone. Yer not gonna get it, no matter how many times I tell ya." He grumbled. He didn't hear Aran's footsteps as he headed to his own room. Once he did, he closed and locked the door behind him. Unlike the rest of his siblings, who had at least one ounce of boxing material, whether it was equipment, posters, or magazines, Finley's room lacked that entirely. He had always been more... artistic.

He had painted the walls a soft blue. The room was small and cluttered with books and comics, with shelves packed to the brim with textbooks, stories, or just his journals he had completed over the years. His bed was unmade, but that was the least of his worries. He sat on the edge, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled off the bandages around his arms. Finley had never been good at bandaging his arms before putting his gloves on. And frankly, he was just glad he could get them off.

Maybe I should just quit, Finley thought to himself with a frown, do something better with my life... But what? Finley had never truly thought about any other career path. For as long as he's been alive, his siblings and father had been pushing him to go into boxing. His mother was more supportive of his hobbies, but she was rather passive when it came to the family's decisions. He had always loved to write, but that wasn't something that could pay the bills or help him move out.

The house was quiet, except for the distant sounds of his siblings' laughter and the occasional shout from his father's TV room. Finley sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the weight of the conversation with Aran settle heavily on his shoulders. He knew his brother meant well, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was destined to live in Aran's shadow, forever the disappointing little brother.

He looked around his room, his eyes lingering on a stack of notebooks on his desk. Each one filled with his scribbled thoughts, story ideas, and even an outline of a book he had been working on. Well, he wouldn't say working on, but more trying to sneak in progress in a way where his family would see. They had always dismissed his writing as a "soft hobby". Finley took a deep breath and picked up his favorite notebook. It had a cover that reminded him of the Glass Beach in the United States. He had never been to that part of that country, but Aran did tell him one time that he'd bring Finley along when Aran fought Super Macho Man in an upcoming fight. Supposedly, in that part of the states, California, he believed, was where all the rich people lived. And Aran was determined to be one of them.

He flipped open the notebook, his heart racing as he read over the words he had written. It was about a young boy named Conor who discovered a magical world hidden within the streets of Dublin. It was a fantastical world where all the creatures of Irish folklore lived, and the boy had to save it from a dark force. It was a place where strength wasn't measured by fists but by courage and wit. By pure, unlimited imagination. It was the kind of world Finley longed to escape to every time he stepped into the ring.

The words blurred before his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be if only he had the guts to stand up to Aran and their father. He had always been the quiet one, the one who never made waves, but... Maybe it was time to fight for what he truly wanted... Nah. He'd get his ass beat.

[rocketturtle4]

The Eclipse Ep 12 - Lets Finish up this thing

@wen-kexing-apologist @plantsarepeopletoo @thegalwhorants @grapejuicegay Once more into the breach

Oh started with the Principal and Chadok, and Lying??

Also I just realised Thua never talked about riling up the protestors so they may have done that on their own, he was a late game mastermind not from the beginning.

Akk & Ayan, Is this the past or the present?

OH THEY WERE FILMING

Akk and Thua are getting investigated, quencies incoming

FECK YOU BITCH

Oh god I have a bad feeling about my upcoming emotions:

this is going to hurt

also the line after this isn't translated I will need to figure out what it is especially since they both shake their heads after

Eclipse: Roll credits

CMON, HE CAN'T SAY IT

and CRYING

SEE I TOLD YOU THIS WAS GOING TO HURT

and he couldn't do it ahhhh poor boy, it's not on you

Back to the teachers

OOOOOH Loop Hole

"Suppalo Must Adjust" DAMN RIGHT

Yes RESIGN DO IT BE FREE

what on earth does that hug mean, how close were they?

To the cliff

aww he gave him the diary

Back to the school

apologising to the protestors, good,

Aww Akk and Thua are still friends, good,

Oh Parents

They gonna come out? or is this just about Akk

oh by himself? aw he gonna cry again isn't he

YEP THERE'S THE CRYING

how many significant people do you have in your life? aww they all called, He's still worried about disappointing them RELATABLE AS EVER

noW HES COMING OUT

I feel like every person needs someone to say this to them

ooop there it is and MORE CRYING

And now I have parent envy, also this was beautiful.

OH AYAN WANTS TO BE SEEN

It's so scary everytime isn't it

CMON AKK YOU CAN DO IT! YEEEESSSS!

Seriously where do I get an Ayan???

aww sweet boy you didn't ruin the film

Teasing each other is cute but you should just say what you want

awww cuddles

and THERE WE GO

tasteful fade to black is making me lol because only friends is coming

Competitive till the end I see (this would totally be me lol)

All the friends appeared! (including the teacher??)

CHEEKY CHEEKY

And we're watcing the film as part of the final resolution lol thought so

and he get's to see himself be sad

"You were so sincere" "How could I delete it" Wat is Legit

More coming out for the win!

Ouch

arbitrary guitar playing and singing

More Akk & Aye sweetness its so GOOD

"Without you, I have no idea how I'd get through all that" Me either sweet boy I'm glad Ayan was there for you, I was so afraid you'd leave him in a fit of self-destruction

Aww Khan and Thua sweetness too

Your honour I love them

back to school, YOU GOT THIS

Ayan is still not wearing his blazer lol

AWW they were greeted by the protestors

Damn, Mes is suffering too they really want to hammer home that this wasn't good for anyone

"School is worthwhile when it's students recognise their own worth" I'm going to have to put that up on the wall of my classroom if I ever have one (I'm teacher trained)

this is so important for the reshaping of his identity and sense of self, I'm glad they did this

Namo was made a prefect...good for him I guess

Wat is president...yay? Not sure how I feel about that, did he want it?

Oh the teacher's learnt something lol, Teachers should always learn from their students

MATCHING HOODIES

Oh they let the uncle go

THEY'RE PINNING EACH OTHERS BADGES STAAAP I'M DYING

My love Language is here

MORE VERBAL CONSENT AND KISSING

My sweet boy said he loved Ayan

DONE

Okay thank you all so much, now you get to scream at me, please come scream I think this is AMAZING

[gunpowdercarousel]

This isn't a meme or anything, I'm honestly just really disappointed that there's no way to save these two idiots. Like it FEELS like there should be a Persuasion check or something but there just ISN'T. I haven't tried everything, but I've even used a special Ranger only dialogue option that SEEMS like it's going to talk some sense into them, only to have the one brother say his usual line about 'nah, I don't trust you feck ooff'.

I realize the game can't account for every possible outcome and action, but it just seems like there should be SOME WAY to keep these morons from running off and dying in ten seconds.

Maybe there is and I just don't know about it, honestly.

[mushroom-through-the-stargate]

10!!! i wanna know the answer!!!!!

10. Would you ever willingly spend the night in a graveyard?

no but not for the reason you'd think. like I'd chill with the ghosts. I'm Irish we just hang out with the ghosts and the fae and the Creechers. there's a ghost in my house right now all I do is yell at it for bullying my fecking cat. no the reason I wouldn't is because it's outside, in the dirt, probably cold, and also like creepy living people all around. I don't like camping or sleeping outside. now a mausoleum? that's a spooky compromise I'm good with. it's shelter, no one's gonna look in there. there's always the risk of someone locking the door and me dying of starvation, suffocation, dehydration, lack of meds, exposure to mold, an angry ghost wondering why I'm in it's bedroom. but at least I wouldn't be on the dirt and grass YUCK.

[desthen]

Feck. Im going through old pictures trying to decide what to do with my hair. And I found my favorites from like 10 years ago where I dyed my hair black and cut it short and now I must grapple with the fact that it looks like I'm doing a fucking Sandman cosplay. That post I made about "Dream of the Endless gotta be one of my favorite genders" is too real. Send help

[nightnightsleeptight]

This fecking gem of a site is alive. It ain't dying while I'm here, even if I'm a new user!

Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(

oh yeah its SO dead.

1000 notes this post. Now

[officeobject]

Poll Drama!

Am thinking of just minding my own business and see how many seconds that lasts before some youngster gets attached. ANYWAYS, choose the best Xanderverse name.

I probably made this before, but it's not all gonna be the same names.

I've been thinking about Jebediah a lot today - I also think about how the Xanderverse will always be a "dead" or "dying" fandom, and I guess that's the fate.

A lot has changed in life, Jeb ... is what I wanna say ... NO, I'm not sad that the Xanderverse is "nothing", or that other small fandom things are more popular, I'm sad that I have to grow up without Jebediah, and that The Void makes me seem desperate (even wants a fecking platonic bestie-harem), and I'm sad that I keep posting sometimes just to get closer to him, or an answer, or getting closer to finding something else, and I'm just glad Manifique Gerald is real - the Xanderverse isn't dead ... and I don't know why I'm sad, but I get sad when I think about Jeb, and sometimes I think of just him sitting, but I can't join him ... I still have a continuation of that Xanderweb thing - TWO, in fact, which Imma just write down now - and yeah, I don't know what I'm venting about, but I'm sad about SOMETHING, you know?

Also, XANDERVERSE PRE-NAME-CHANGE HEADCANONS THAT I'LL PROABLY SOON FORGET ABOUT AND DROP!

Sstrawberry: Sandra (and then "Cherry" in some fancy French way and Lord knows if that actually means "cherry").

Galaxy (but the legal name): Gulliver Milk

Mirror: Miriam

Night Sky: Sky (and then a last name)

Darkness: Ness

Also yes I know Mirror, Darkness, and Night Sky have the same last name, but I still didn't include their full names. Chez is an upcoming character, LOL.

Oh and also I'm implied to have found IRL Justice but I don't believe it but like, still, holy shit, and will elaborate on the Xanderweb.

Anyways, is it obvious I sometimes had some fun naming Xanderverse characters?

[coolcattime]

what are some of your favorite video game worlds?

Ooooo!

So, I'm a really big fan of the world of Darkest Dungeon. It's feels very like gothic and cosmic horror without being completely grim dark without any hope.

I'm quite a big fan generally of the world is messed up but we're fighting for it and our hope brings a new light. And that's so the vibes of the second game where you're travelling out into the world more.

I'm also a really big fan of The Long Dark's world vibes. Now, I'm pretty sure that The Long Dark is just meant to be like a Candian island, but firstly, this game is fecking beautiful, I did an art project on it back in high school (see a screenshot)

And when I say I like this world, I mean I really like the vibes of the survival sandbox. I'm sure that the story is good, but personally the character models freak me out a tiny bit (and I've never played this game on the difficulty where the animals can attack me so I'm kinda putting it off for at long as possible). But the vibes of just an eternal winter where you are the last person left. You find their notes, their photographs, their bodies, but there aren't any other living people.

So the actual cause of the apocalypse in The Long Dark is that it's "The Quiet Apocalypse". A giant Aurora happened (known as The First Flare) as all the electricity stopped at once. Planes fell out of the sky, cars just stopped wherever they were, everything just went quiet. The natural predators where also disturbed by this storm, being incredibly aggressive towards people. And you find the remains of people, of what happened when everything just suddenly stopped.

Also, the Auroras that happen in game every so often turn all the electricity on, suddenly bringing back noise and all the lights in a way that's actually quite creepy despite the aurora itself being really pretty.

Also a big fan of the background world building the Cook Serve Delicious games. For a typing game, it genuinely has a lot of lore and they're bringing it more to the surface. They did not need to make their typing cooking game set in a dying world where a climate crisis has happened and the sun threatens to expand and consume the earth at any time, but they did and honestly I vibe really hard with it.

[rocketturtle4]

Eclipse Episode 10

@thegalwhorants @wen-kexing-apologist @plantsarepeopletoo @grapejuicegay thanks for holding my hand

Of episode 11? Yes I fecking am.

Thoughts in brief (lol) I started taking these while I went fyi so they may feel a bit different from the previous lots idk

The way Akk changes his WHOLE POSTURE when Not!Max says the school motto is telling me everything I need to know here

with bonus award mention! Scholarship goals yada yada

GUYS THUA WAS SHAKING (I've done him dirty)

"What happened today has shaken me, whatever I used to uphold or believe in...has changed" - Thua

Okay so I still think he stole the diary and instigated the protestors but I am less convinced he's behind the other stuff but then WHO IS? also the message after the fire made me think it wasn't him too

Chadok thinks its Akk, is it actually Namo???

Everything about Akk and Ayan on the beach

"Mes managed" "Your time and his are different"

Then the fricken bedroom scene????????

CAN I PLEASE RELATE TO ONE CHARACTER AT A TIME, AKK IS TAKING UP TO MUCH SPACE FOR AYAN TO DO THIS TO ME

and Akk agrees, and he's SO HAPPY but it's not been dealt with yet right he hasn't grappled with his identity

See this is what I mean, he hasn't let go of anything yet he's trying to carry it all and he's going to break I can FEEL IT (I am ALSO PROJECTING WAY TO HARD ONTO AKK IF YOU WEREN'T AWARE - This show basically opened up my DO NOT READ journal from feckin highschool and put it on my screen AH)

THROUGH THE FRICKEN BARS

OTHER PEOPLE NOTICED TOO

AND NOW THEYVE RUN AWAY AHHHHH

for the record I also thoroughly enjoy all the Khan Thua stuff that is going on, it's SO GOOD. It's just that because EVERYTHING IS GOOD (AND I AM PERSONALLY DYING FROM AKKS EVERYTHING) I keep forgetting to mention them

He's SO CLOSE AAAAA

And now they're both at the protest

WAIT DID THUA NOT KNOW ABOUT KHAN being bruce wayne???

"Stop the Suppalo curse" LIKE I STILL WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE CURSE IS AND WHERE IT CAME FROM?

Can I please go back to my regularly scheduled unrelateable highschool characters because this:

Is TOO MANY RELATEABLE CHARACTERS

OH MY GOD KHAN SAID IT

Good on Thua for clarifying about the kiss

Yay theyre together, WHY DOES EVERYTHING FEEL SO OMINOUS

NO NO NO NO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

at least Ayan is hearing this

reference to the armband and upholding the honour AHHHHH

oh god Aye came in

He's So scared

But THEN AYE JUST LEFT

oh he's gone after Chadok, I get the urge but it's NOT GOING TO WORK

That ship has sailed teacher chick

The breath Ayan takes to try and regulate yelling at the female teacher

THE HUG

Ayan: "I'm worried about you Akk" YOU AND ME BOTH

OH GOD AKK DON"T PUT ON A BRAVE FACE

AYAN IS TRAUMATISED ALREADY OKAY

is he finally going to tell him about his uncle????

OH GOD NO, He did but AKKs Crying HeLP

the neCKLACE

"right now you need it more than I do" CAN I HAVE AN AYAN PLEASE

OKAY real quick

if they use Akks attachment to Ayans uncle to break the schools hold on him without causing him to have a total breakdown I will be okay with this

Next episode doesnt LOOK scary but I AM STILL SCARED

Still confused whether the necklace WAS the uncles or if it was GIVEN by the uncle

Is everyone on the same side now?

Is anyone going to clue Wat in about the fact that his two besties are now in gay relationships? (Like he'll be chill but he should be told)

How much pressure is teacher chick under?

ONTO EPISODE 11

I'm just planning to react again fyi probably with less screenshots

[msbarrows]

May 13 - didn't do much today; some gaming and a little crochet (three more leaves).

Think I've had enough Surviving Mars; I'm at the point where I'm remembering all too clearly just how fecking difficult it is to play without at least one of the achievement-blocking optional rules enabled (my favourite has always been the one where the first universal depot you place refills itself automagically). Sadly without such things it's painfully easy to tip from booming colony to everyone-is-dying. In my most recent playthrough I made the lethal mistake of agreeing to upkeep the billionaires' space cryoship for a mere 500k (which doesn't even cover the replacement cost of the resources they suck out of your colony on the regular). Kind of hard to do things like MAINTAIN YOUR LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM when they keep returning to fill up on the items you need to do maintenance. Grrrrr.

For supper I cooked some sausages with sauerkraut, onions, potatoes, and carrots seasoned with salt, pepper, bay leaf, and juniper berries. Threw in the bit of pork roast still leftover from a few days ago, so it was sort of a budget version choucroute garni.

[yamatossideboob]

One Piece 1107 Spoilers!

This week's thots:

LAW WAKE UP AND SAY SORRY TO BEPO RIGHT THIS MINUTE! THAT BEAR DIDN'T SAVE YOUR LIFE TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS!

ALL DE GIANTS ARE HERE!!! God this is so hype, finally we can see what giants can do unchained!

I just adore that Usopp was the one to notice the giants landing, Elbaf better give him what Egghead should've given Franky istg

On that note I can't shake the thought that when all this has died down and Luffy reverts to base mode, the giants are going to go THERES THE SUN GOD and swarm on God Usopp instead. I need this comical misunderstanding to happen Oda, chop chop

tbqh the little reminder irked me a bit until I remembered this magazine's target audience likely wouldn't have been born when we first met Dorry and Brogy 💀💀

Brook with his lollygagging! where did he get that tea!!

Oda pls give our Jimbei something to do, feck sake like

Zoro quit messing with the catman and gtfo

apparently Red King is a reference to a particular Ultraman character, and while I don't go there I do enjoy this regardless. Hehe.

I wonder will this be the end of the Pacifistas? It'd be fitting, these intended peacekeepers getting scrapped for good with their creator and model.

Bonney, upon seeing God: Idiot.

God al-fucking-mighty pls let us see just one teamup Nika punch by Bonney and Luffy just clattering Saturn before Egghead goes under

Minor thing but I do like how Luffy's font changes in Nika mode to be a little bouncier. It's the small touches.

Also "Nika? What's Nika?" never change King of the Pirates

"No there isn't" FUCKING TELL HIM LUFFY

Solid punches but we're just after Kuma's Beyond the Grave Punch a couple chapters ago and this just isn't as hype, not for want of trying

Okay Vegapunk will most likely die here, but that little line about dying if he's moved gives me anti-death flag vibes, pleaseeee don't cop out Oda c'mon ta fuck

I love that Kizaru shuts his eyes when about to shoot Bonney. It makes me furious.

SANJI COMING IN CLUTCH WITH THE EUGENICS KICK

TAKE THAT YA SYCOPHANTIC BOLLIX

Luffy/Sanji teamup against Kizaru???

Lads I won't like, I screeched "OH SHIT" as soon as I comprehended Catarina Devon and Van Auger live at the turn up function

Like theory bros have been insisting CATARINA DEVON IS IMPERSONATING THEM OR THEM OR THEM for months now, I'm actually genuinely glad they got a sort of bone thrown their way, even if she wasn't actually in disguise when she did show up lmao

But being serious now, I'm assuming along with everyone else that Devon can now transform into a Gorosei. This is a frightening notion with so many terrible possibilities...

Okay so I first assumed that Saturn was talking about the D wrt "bloodline"... but what if he means whatever makes BB built different?

... Could Blackbeard be a Buccaneer?? I know they're basically "extinct" but the same was said about the Lunarians, and look how that turned out. Tbh if anywhere is safe for someone of a persecuted race, it'd be under Whitebeard...

The lack of airs about Auger when he says this... He fucking MEANS it...

Okay here is maybe the most chilling possibility of the whole chapter (imo). Caribou, traitorous slop dimension Blackbeard stan, tries to finagle his way into the BB squad. Given that he's confirmed to know a number of compromising secrets regarding ancient weapons, this could well be a horrifically pivotal moment in late game One Piece.

Or else they tell him to eff off and vamoose without him, leaving him to sob into his own slop. We'll see NEXT WEEK, NAKAMA! Til then! 💪✖️

[fangtastic-vampyra]

SRA DREAM/RANT/The Cursed Monthly Gift/Contagion

Being miserable. From. My family. Like I keep dreaming I am walking around naked lol. Maybe cause the blankets are heavy? Irl? Or just feeling way too open and such, online, yet some say vulnerable is strong. But anyway, once I found some clothes um, I was asking if my cous could be my roommate, and they say we get "another patient" as a roommate, it was like a sort of um, HUD thing? Well. I went off. Said I am leaving there, and everything, and going to take over my mom's house. WHICH was like a pt3 from a dream of a Hurricane happening in LA again, and I kept asking people to secure my stuff, I really am not rich enough to buy the 3RD round of clothing and tech and everything. (I also dreamed I was THE JOKER in a movie, starring me.. and had like two boyfriends and two girlfriends lol)

Um, cont with this recent one from a few hours ago... Telling them (my family) abt me with the suicidal ideation within it, dr knows, its just a side effect of being trans, and not as tall as i think i "really am". Like. Begging them to bring me back across the lake and stuff. As we would say. Ugh. {Thirty minute drive.}

Before I passed out, a voice told me, that I was pretty much (my balcony oversees the lot, obv, but like REALLY, does, our location) abandoned here, she/mum doesn't care if i have food/money/etc, and with the schizophrenia (being like jimunji) as it's, V2K DEW EMF SPRITE AI and Handlers, Im often spinning/out of it/dazed feeling... Like they know you have mental probs but expect you to "act" like you don't? How could you even comprehend that?

So I found some guy that cared, he looked me up all over internet from a FB dating profile. Guise, be careful what you put out there. Me? I figure I'm just..dying from Covid anyway..and The Contagion...

Feel grouchy, breasts are feeling uh tenderness or wahtever, prob starting period, but I really dont think thats what it is "spotting".

...my fucking dumb ass. had sex with this guy but like WHY does woman have to be the one "put a condom on please" like Im not doing okay... adjusting to this whole "society as a targeted individual with people who come to the house with rx psychiatric meds"--Pushin going to a DR with me. it could be side effects of T/Estrogen.

This guy is like a handler and that. Dont you know in 9 months. Dont you know child support and that. Idk I was looking at TV and it said abort. Idk probably lil antichrist in there.

I dont even want to be here, alright?

But as far as no one ever loving me, as some mistake of God, a baby would love me. Forever.

Fucking dudes. Weirdos.

Im weird. No. I realize. I am perfectly naturally fucked up from this HORSE SHIT. I have to now take responsibility as some kind of uh. Fuck up. Fubar. I dunno. We shall see. Stupid woman body. Cant even really stop itself from being pregnant. Its just..the dumbest shit. Yeah pills? I pass out. Surgery? Demons. Lots of them. Uhhhhh idk. Kinda hung up on a kid loving me. FECKING LIL RETARDED ASS CHICKENS KNOW HOW TO GET RID OF UNWANTED PREGGERS. (They can get rid of the sperm ugh) HUMANS? NO. This is so fucked up. And politicians and all like want us to have babies in our tummies. Where are they when this baby is hungry and sick? Stealing my Fucking money, calling me an undesirable, and whathaveyou. Prolly, you know, tilling him/her to the grave,

[clochanamarc]

✿ / for the pre - established relationship one 👉👈

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 ( ACCEPTING! )

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

OKAY SO OFC THESE ARE JUST IDEAS, LIKE WE DON'T HAVE TO DO ANY OF IT AND I'M JUST THINKING THOUGHTS AND WE CAN PLOT MORE OFC, BUT THIS IS ME AND MY BRAIN TONIGHT SO HERE'S SOME MORE DETAILED POSSIBILITIES!

so the idea of aisling hiring eames and the team to find information buried in her subconscious?? idk why it's so appealing, but i love the idea of her contacting them and offering half a million to find this information, and then we can have some unreal threads where we feck about with the concept of shaping the dream and transforming the settings!

also tho, maybe an au where aisling joins the industry and becomes renowned for her ability to keep the targets calm and amicable throughout the experience. then they could feasibly team up together during a job!

finally, we could work smth out with like, a childhood-to-adulthood connection? where like, maybe aisling and eames were neighbours as kids, and aisling's dad insisted on inviting eames and his sisters over for supper every night, and then in the present day aisling continues to insist that eames takes food over to his team, bc there's smth powerful about a parallel that transcends two decades of time, yk?