#king(platoon)

[senka-mesecine]

Hello!! I have no idea if you are at all interested in writing preferences or a list of headcanons but would you maybe be willing to write some for kinks the platoon characters might have? Thx!

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Platoon Characters; Kinks.

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― To make it simple and concise, how about kinks that are absolutely more or less fundamental to the character in question because I think Chris Taylor loves happy embarrassed girls. What's that you may ask? Oh, you know. Women smiling coyly / shyly at the camera, looking happy and "embarrassed."  to be caught, supposedly unawares in a situation that could seem very vaguely compromising or suggestive. Up hikes the skirt. Maybe a garter was accidentally ripped. By accident, so they say. Oops. The type of stuff you'd see, ironically and extremely fittingly, on the inside of a soldier's locker coming from flirty pin-up models that dazzlingly wink at you from their inviting centerfold. It's both the most innocent and simultaneously filthy fetish imaginable, depending, of course, of the context it's placed in. Almost boyish, but not quite --- in fact, it sits right there on the edge of something cheeky and something possibly darker which is the best way to describe Taylor himself. He could lean towards something very sweetly vanilla or something pretty raunchy. Almost risqué, but not quite. Not just yet. All it takes is one step for it to all turn either-or with him. One step towards happy and enthusiastic consent and another step away from it and into the realms of voyeurism and wholly blurred lines.

― Man, King just loves pussy. Can we count that as a character-making kink? Because that's it for him, just about. Loves fucking it, loves seeing it, loves thinking about it, loves playing with it, loves eating it, loves his face ridden by it, goddamn loves smelling it too, just for it's own sake. Loves them all shapes and sizes and just about everything surrounding them. What else is there to say? That's what it boils down to for him. He doesn't need elaborate kinks or fetishes when it's all right there for him, the essence of it all. And everything else, man? It's a distraction from what truly matters in this game. People get so bogged up in complex desires and labelling them in precise order they get distracted from the real prize right in front of their faces (or sometimes on their faces). He can get oddly philosophical about it, believe you me, which almost makes me think he has a thing for cunnilingus and body worship (where he's the giving party) but never once is it referred to as such. The body worship part, that is. The cunnilingus bit on the other hand? Yeah, it's announced loud and clear and constantly to the degree almost everyone very well knows and can guess what King likes, but that don't bother him one bit because he wants everyone to know because he's proud of it.

― Even though he might claim the exact opposite, I think O'Neill loves it when someone bites, scratches, slaps, pushes him around a bit, tells him what to do, takes control, gives him orders galore and is overall mean to him; and you could very well say this is a professional deformation brought on by the army and him brown-nosing and keeping the company and the side of some pretty mean people by choice, but whatever the case, it bled into his sexual habits and turned into what you can only call a fetish, through and through. Again, he is very likely of trying to (haplessly?) present the exact opposite image; how he's here putting these people in their place and how he's so very good at it, how he does as a man should do, and man, the broads worship him for it, but it's far from the truth as it can be. He melts into a stuttering pile of putty in the hands of whoever gets even vaguely dominant around him to the degree it goes beyond the bedroom and pretty much turns into a lifestyle. He becomes a partner entirely eager to please and the king of all biases where his significant other is concerned. They can do no wrong in his eyes.

― Elias is a selfless giver. He's a giver to the point where your kinks become his kinks just based off of the fact how much he's willing to please and make you feel good and what's better, it is truly his pleasure to do so because he loves you and there's no two ways around it. Not a bit of strain, begrudging, irony or ill will towards the whole thing. You like it? He adapts to it. Draws out some very tenderly put limits if he thinks you're in over your head, but for the most part, he's extremely flexible. He adapts and never even brings up what he likes because it so happens what you like he likes as well. Might almost be worrying and have you thinking that he's here depriving himself of something or somehow suppressing his own personal wants but all you could be met with is a blissed out, serene smile as he explains that this is what he wants. You're what he wants, not some list of to-do of requirements. He has no desire that you're not involved or that doesn't revolve around you in now that you're with him. If we had to classify stuff in technical terms, he's probably the most submissive dominant out there. Or the most dominant submissive ever. Works either ways.

― Thinking nobody's gonna be surprised by this one but Rhah loves having sex while high with you. That's the it kink for him. Loves it if only he's high. Loves it if only you're high. Loves it when you're both high as kites. But, if there's Marijuana or any other hallucinogenic substance or varying intensities involved? Yeah, he's all game. He's fairly gentle, vanilla and a generally kind and considerate lover other than that and very much prefers it that way. It's lovemaking for him. Not sex. It's all deliberate preparation, smooth touches, long bits of foreplay, staying in bed all day for various rounds, equal opportunity giving and taking, lazy, lingering kisses and being genuinely in the moment. Pure intimacy. Heightened senses. The accompaniment of some sort of lulling tune. Candles lit and blinds on, baby. The setting bordering on being sensually ritualistic. You could even say Rhah's something of a die-hard romantic in his heart of hearts because it all is oddly romantic and there's no two ways around it. If he could cover the mattress full of rose petals and light some incense, he very well would. He's a greater talker during sex too, if need be. Fantastic at dirty talk too and can very well go on a long, narrative ramble that is as hot as the deed itself. Man can get you off with words alone.

― Wolfe has a (severe) praise kink. Being on the receiving end of it, that is. Again, another bit of wartime environmental conditioning turned fetish and seeing as how he wasn't the most respected or even obeyed platoon leader there is and someone praising him and telling him something's well done, that he's doing good, giving him that bit of reverence, acknowledgment, nod of approval...well, it just leaves him with his mouth agape because it's a novelty he's positively starved for in every regard, on a pathological level, possibly. In fact, he's so starved for it he might just try his hand at dominance if this desire is frequently sated seeing as how him having the upper hand? Having an important task to do and someone thinking he's performing it well? Someone actually coming to him for guidance? Letting him lead!? Liking him as he leads!? Him being in charge for once and him being in charge being respected? It's a rare and elusive high of power he might just get used to. Christ, just put the palm of your hand on his cheek and say something in the vein of 'Lieutenant, you've done so well.' and the man's gonna go discombobulate on the spot.

― Bunny's into all things gross. Grossout everything. Spitting. Blood. Fluids. Scratches. Wounds. Gosh, everything that can prove to be hideously fascinating is a thing for him, mainly because it's new, taboo, he can get away with it and it verges on shades of morbid and yeah, by extension, it's prohibited and hot. He's like a sick kid vivisecting a frog to see what's inside and doing it with the utmost glee. Well, yeah. That's him. His fetishes can range anywhere from playing with your saliva as foreplay to asking if he can bite you (playfully, we'd hope) purely so he'd see what it tastes like and all the way down to knifeplay, drawing blood, fisting, fucking you with the barrel of a rifle, placing a gun against your head mid-sex, scarring his name into your flesh somewhere as a keepsake or dripping hot candlewax over your skin because it's fun and curious. Thing is, he needs a limit and if he isn't given one one way or another, he might thread into some very dark places indeed because he enjoys everything he probably shouldn't. Notwithstanding that he's a fiendish imp. That's why he liked or likes being in the war too, in his own words, because he can do whatever he wishes without little to no consequences, the way he'd see it. And what's the point of sex if it can't be like war is?

― Thinking the likes of Junior and Crawford are generally just too young and green to have any concrete kinks developed to the point their kinks are just...girls, you know? Girls being girls. Girls. Crawford likes a biking tan line and rubbing down your skin with cream to avoid a suntan and my god when he was a teenager, Junior drew a girl in a cat suit and he hasn't gotten over it since, in fact, a drawing of a woman in a cat suit is right next to his bunk bed even as he's serving his time in The 'Nam. So, yeah, that's the extent of their kinks, pretty much. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but their likes match their overall age and experience and it shows.

― Last but not least, I'm gonna be blunt and say Barnes has thought about killing you. Flat out. What it would be like, hunting you, catching you, overpowering you, his hands around your neck, putting you in a headlock, squeezing your delicate windpipe, the sheer size difference of his fingers contrasted with your throat, the sensation of your rushing pulse under his touch, the warmth, the way your pretty face would contort, eyes desperately darting around and landing on him never taking his own eyes off of you, tears streaming down your face, legs kicking up helplessly, body pressed against body, him smelling your very last breath, being the master of life and death in that and every other regard. Having that ultimate bit of control and power over you. The inability of you getting away because he's stronger and always will be and that's just reality. Might as well accept it because there's no escaping it. It's like a live picture playing out in front of him and he alone decides where it goes next. It's this oddly intimate act only he can propagate and one which he'd allow you to have with nobody else but him. And then? And then he lets you go because he can. It's almost matrimonial in ways. He's an Erotophonophiliac to the core. It is erotic to him and it's a fixation that takes up most of his thoughts as well as something he holds back on actually acting on by about a thread. The ponderings aren't intrusive. Barnes goes there deliberately in his mind, conjuring up images of it. Might be there seemingly stoically zoned up with a cigarette hanging off of his mouth and that's exactly what he's fantasizing about in that very moment. The fact your neck's sure pretty, but that it needs something around it. Your mouth's even prettier, but what if he covered it with the palm of his hand so you can't scream?

[fluffalpenguin]

rest in peace cross duel, here are my fanmade cross duel gijinkas i did donkey months ago (these two are based off kraken and penguin, my favourite fluffal and frightfur!)

the dimensional dragons are all girls because i wanted them to match odd-eyes and i even cooked up a fantasy plot for them to be actors in (more in tags)

i had a vision of green hair girl to be a harem queen a la gudako so bad

[grunge-samurai]

Shout out Willem Dafoe, period.

I was gonna add him as Norman in Spider-Man, Thomas in The Lighthouse and Vulko in Aquaman, but he ends up wanting to kill the MC in the first 2, and Arthur still has his father in Aquaman so it doesn't count. This is a wholesome post y’all.

[crimescrimson]

U.B.C.S. Platoon Leader Mikhail Victor in Resident Evil 3 (2020)

[illiana-mystery]

Behind-the-Scenes Photos from Platoon

[cameoutstruggling93]

Thanks to @eckspress and @lordgroose for tagging me!!

rules: without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same!

The lion king (1994)

Jurassic park

The Town

The Green Mile

Princess Mononoke

Ratatouille

Spiderman Homecoming

Platoon

Goodfellas

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

Tagging (but don't feel obligated): @aruseyoubigdumbidiot @c0smicdrift3r @redsoxfan07 @cowardlycowboys @pilcherthegreat @whim-sickle @w0rst-and-only @take-me-home-to-my-heart @lightcycler @rebornnightmare

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD

"Oh, this here ain't Taylor, Taylor been shot. This man here is Chris, he been resurrected."

-King

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Welcome to the underworld: part 2

[opal-owl-flight]

I didnt expect to see Octavio in the Grandfest...and neither did 3, for that matter.

In my interp of the lore, Inkadia is aware of who he is. 3 and the platoon have been fighting for years with the Inkadian powers that be to recognize Octaria as a legitimate nation, for it to be held in equal regard.

That day finally came on the Grandfest. Or at least, the beginnings of it, anyway.

More on the two's convo below!

"Hm! |...Sir Octavio! Im...surprised to see you here.|"

"What. You think Octaria doesnt deserve to celebrate the biggest event in the continent alongside you squits?"

"|No! No! Im...|" they chuckle, a smile breaking across ther face. "|...glad to see that you made it!

But I dont remember arranging a pass for you...|"

"Aah. Well. Your old man pulled some strings. That, and the Inkadian and Splatlandian powers that be invited me themself."

Now 3s surprised. "|...Really?|"

"Mhm. I brought the dome-dwellers up here with me. Look around! Didnt you notice them in your matches?"

Are they dreaming?

They never noticed them at all. It wasnt even like there was much of a difference. For months there have been an increase of migrators and visitors. Allowed to turf. Allowed to stay. Allowed to...

Live in the sunshine.

They stagger, which made the Octarian king hold out a tentacle to steady them. "You alright, bucko?"

3 nods. "|A-a little overwhelmed, thats all.

All those patrols. All those deserters I helped to assimilate. All that struggle they had to go through to escape Octaria-

And now, its just...so...|"

"Easy?"

3 nods again, silently.

"Mmmm. I'll admit though, not everyone is keen on just letting people explore. Not everyone was keen on coming up here for this festival, either.

...too much, has happened for them to trust Inkadia again."

3 hangs their head low. He held their chin and made them look up again.

"...But you. You and your platoon of hooligans. Youve been changing that. You are Inkadians that went the extra mile in understanding us. Listening to us, respecting our decisions. Allowing us to rule our nation as we wished.

It means...a lot. More than you know.

To the point where even those who dont trust Inkadia are at least respecting it from a distance now."

The conversation is cut short by a couple of young Inkfish kids.

"Oaah...its the Octarian king!"

"Hes REAL!!!"

"Of course Im real, squirts! Who'dya think leads all the Octarians?"

"Yeah!!" squeaks another kid, who waddles closer. "Our king is so nice! He brought us up here to play!!"

"Woaah, really?"

"Mhm." He grunts. "Everyone deserves the sunshine."

The kids eyes all shine. Theyve had ex-Octarian friends who spoke much kinder words about the king. It was easy for them to accept the fact that hes just there, grinding wasabi peacefully. Talking to the Inkfish who wants merch. Having generally gruff but...daresay, gentle vibes.

Octavio grunts out a chuckle. "Are you enjoying the surface, little one?"

"VERY!! I made new friends!! The sun feels so warm, ah!! The music! The music!! Oh, so wonderful!!!"

3 smiles again...

"Oooh... wait, I can finally ask!!" squeaks one of the kids. "Mister king, sir! Did you really fight someone called Agent 3???"

3s smile becomes a nervous one. Octavio picks that up immediately.

"Why yes. Little hooligan, that one. Ack! Gave me a headache like nothing else!"

"Did they convince you? To be good now?"

"Mh. Its a little more complicated than that, kiddoes. But I..." he sighs. "...I guess, they did."

"Wooow!!"

"So cool...I wish I could meet them!!"

"Well..."

Octavio sees, from the corner of his eye, 3 making the subtlest movement of shaking their head.

"Its said...that theyre one of the top players in the leagues. If you look hard enough, youll find em."

The Octarian kid looks straight at 3, knowingly. The two other kids notice -- and look at the golden badge they hung around their neck.

"Oh! Oh! Youre a top player, right?"

"Do you think youve met them?"

Octavio is doing EVERYTHING he can to not laugh.

"|...Im not sure. Im not exactly sure what to look for.|"

"Ill help your search, all of you." Octavio grunts again. "What exactly to look for."

3 looks at him, eyebrow raised.

"Theyre ruthless on the field. Whether it be a real fight, or in the leagues. They think on their feet, move faster than most eyes can register.

But underneath that cold efficiency...

Is one of the gentlest, most understanding squids I know."

3s expression changed from nervous to...comfort? Theyre not sure what it is, but its warm.

"Watch for a player who goes out of their way to be nice to kids and beginners. One who's a good sport in the cutthroat top leagues. One who's willing to share their battle tech to anyone, something that most top players keep under wraps.

One who's motivated to help you become the best version of yourself.

No matter how long it takes."

Octavio sees 3s shoulders relax a bit. He smiles.

"Yeah, I may have fought them a lot, back in the day. But now, Id really rather think of them as a friend."

The kids start bickering about which player it could be. The Octarian kid already knew. Shes seen them before, after all. She points at them now.

"Hehee! Maybe you should try looking in a mirror, miss. That sounds a lot like you!"

The other kids stop bickering and take a closer look.

"Huh?? Them? Hmmm...now that you say it-"

"Shes right!!! Its right in front of us!! FOR3VRFRSH! Agent 3!!!"

Octavio grinds one of his wasabi sticks a little harsher on the table to get their attention. "Kids, kids! Remember what the legend says!"

That confirms it!! They shush each other, but are still sqealing quietly. They look up at 3 again, the new info putting the top player in a different light. They threw a glance at Octavio before squatting down to their level.

"Yes," they rasp. "Me and the king...were more friends now...than enemies. Time...passes. People...change.

Remember that, okay?"

"Yes miss! We'll remember!!"

They wink. "Good...now...Stay Forever Fresh!"

Octavio looks on, leaning slightly to whisper to the floating squid jerky next to him.

"You did good with this one, Cuttlefish."

He says nothing, like during this whole conversation. One thought was in his head.

He didnt do that. That...was all 3. They were better than he ever was. He only wished...

He didnt push them as hard as he did.

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HOO BOY THATS A DOOZY OF A READ. I didnt PLAN for the beginnings of the acceptance of Octaria to come this early but Nintendo gave me material!! A lot of this is still semi-rough so forgive me if the pacing is whack. I just had to make and write something!!

[senka-mesecine]

What would the boys' reaction be if they were going to kiss the reader and she turned her face away (as a joke)?

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― Chris Taylor oscillates between being too boyish and seemingly green to play these games, sitting there with a flustered, eager smile on his face because he wants to do something about this but he probably doesn't yet have the fully developed bravado to actually go ahead and actually do it --- this being the case initially anyway all while just easily having it in him to downright surprise you and possibly himself as well when he practically orders you to cut this out, straighten your head out and kiss him properly. Like, he could very well be visibly angry doing so. All furrowed brows and lightning in his eyes, like someone not exactly to be messed with even though he initially comes off like the one you can mess with the most, by definition being a book not to be judged by its cover.

― O'Neill might immediately catch unto your playful intent, admittedly, after a moment of being perplexed and wide-eyed (and legitimately scared and nervous that your rejection is genuine) only to be as feisty and weaselly about it as you are, wiggling his eyebrows and feigning insult as he might say that he sees how it is. Uh-oh. Alright then. No, no, no. No face action. Next you want to be kissed it's him who'll play hard to get and he'll see how you'll like that, he might whine all while simultaneously acting tough, pretending to threaten you, legitimately being the wannabe brat within the equation. Of course, nothing comes of it and it's all empty talk, because the next time you're in want of a kiss he might gleefully capitulate within ten seconds flat.

― Bunny's pretty disgusting about it...to nobody's general surprise. He might actually be further invigorated and turned on if you shrink away from a kiss, however jokingly. He could see it as a challenge, in fact. Foreplay. An invitation to get even nastier than he already usually is. Might just declare say something in the vein that if you don't need a kiss he knows exactly what you do need --- the real deal, the big guns --- only to grab his own crotch and give you a lecherous grin. Want this instead, huh? 'Cos he's gonna give it to you. There's no playful subtlety and seductive nuance with this guy most days. Somehow you end up fucking quicker once you turn your head away than if you actually kissed because it'll only serve to make Bunny hornier.

― Turn your face away and in the heat of the moment Rhah will simply kiss your cheek, and your neck and your jaw and your chin and up and down your hands, muttering something to himself feverishly as he does, almost gritting his teeth with desire once you don't make your mouth readily available to him, so turned on by all of this man's visibly tense and agitated by you, the veins in around his neck goddamn nearly popping. You really are a Jezebel, you minx. Life destroyer and heart eater. He might go into a wave of invigorated, titillated ranting, quite literally in your face about it, his breath on your skin. If it was ever possible for a person to get off just off of the simple gesture of a bit of denial, Vermucci does, possibly even harder than he would with downright foreplay or sex.

― What's this then? King might immediately smile wide and bright with the understanding his baby's just being fun-loving and carefree, even though he'll return that very fun-loving and carefree nature and even encourage and feed it with some fun-lovingness and carefree tendencies of his own when he practically teases and prods you into the very kiss you've jokingly denied him because two can play at this game. He loves the fact you're like this. Loves the fact even more than he can effectively be coquettish with you to his heart's content and downright rizz you into a smooch; a game that might become something of a consistent tradition and in-joke between you two. You pretend to deny him and he'll flirt your 'resistance' out of you.

― Wolfe could be the only one from the bunch who possibly completely misunderstands your playfulness and takes a 'no' as a 'no'...accidentally. I get the impression he's very literal and tight laced like that at times and that even if part of him gets that you're just teasing he might not have enough immediate courage to take action actually be emboldened to just plant one on you now that your head is slightly tilted to the side. Meaning that if you turn your head away when he's trying to kiss you he might just tensely chuckle and be here genuinely thinking you don't want this right now...rendering the situation awkward within mere seconds. You might have to literally grab this idiot and pull him in for a kiss yourself afterwards in order to reassure that no, you were in fact, just being cheeky. Whoops.

― Eerily enough, even though he might just chuckle at you wholly endeared and understand you're just toying with him somehow Elias comes off as almost intimidating when he, with the softest, tenderest tone imaginable tells you that 'Next time I try to kiss you, turn your head my way, okay?' Not a shred of malice in these words. His voice isn't raised whatsoever. He's eyes are smiling. So is his mouth. He's all warmth and sweetness as he says this. But, he's very directly and very gently telling you what he wants in the most deliberate and lulling way imaginable where it's hard to tell if he's toying with you too, playing at intimidation as a practical joke or if he's giving you an actual command. Suffice to say, whatever that was, it takes your breath away. You're somehow more turned on and shaken than you've ever been.

― If Barnes doesn't give you a long stare, simply looking at you darkly after you've turned your head away from him and walking away without saying anything worst case scenario, he might go the other extreme and just grab your jaw rough, smush your face under his grip and pull you into a kiss on his own terms, without any warning. There's usually no joking around with him. He might do the joking, sure. But others doing it to him at his expense? He'll either coolly leave the situation or he'll take what he wants on the spot. Either or. No middle grounds. Suffice to say, whatever the case, you'll be taught how to behave through it. Next time he learns his head in for a kiss? You better stay still. Although, somewhere deep down? There's no denial Barnes relishes the process of taming you into it.

[prokopetz]

Final Roundup for Tumblr 200 Word RPGs 2024

I'm going to start putting together the offsite archives for the 2024 event this weekend, and there are a couple of small pieces of business to take care of first.

Firstly, my notes indicate that I don't have archival permission for the following 22 entries:

ALL THE KING'S MEN by @dialectical-songbird

Anxiety Simulator 2k24 by @binghsien

BASH THE FAScisT by @mylittlegeekery

DISCRETIONARY ARMOR by @effortlessly-emily

Dungeon Delver by @bigmacsbiganchor

Easy Submission by @boredtosizzle

Fusion Core by @bagf1sh

HERMES by @fagenthusiast

The Human Observatory News by @arsene-inc

Level 1 by @sirilyan

The Littlest RPG by @copperspont-games

No Man's Land by @just-another-madman

Ready-Set-Mutate! by @mikethinkstwice

RULE OF COOL by @itsabear

Scales and Rails by @doublestormryu

Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness by @immaculateyaoibaby

Sommelier Smack Down by @henchmaxxing

This is inspired by Homeworld, and I wrote it a while ago, and here it is by @millenomi

Word Count Starts After The Title by @moon-of-curses

THE WORK STORE - RETAIL GOTHIC RPG by @malice-mal

THE WRECKED PLATOON by @zeitghost

You Find Yourself In A Room. by @cartoonofmilk

If you're the author of one of these entries and you did grant permission, but I didn't notice, feel free to make fun of me. Otherwise, consider this your last chance to give the okay!

Second, it's come to my attention that at least one entry managed to squeak in under the midnight UTC deadline on November 30th, but wasn't included in the index of entries because it didn't show up in my Tumblr notifications until December 1st:

Roll The Bones, a game about silly wizards in situations by @highqualityduck

If your last-minute entry is in a similar predicament (you can hit the "index of entries" link up there to check), please let me know – but please also check your post's timestamp first, as I can see there are several folks who flubbed their time zone math and posted their entries hours late; if that's you, maybe hang onto it for next year.

[frost-queen]

No discharge (Male!reader & Bridgerton brothers)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers,  @alex--awesome--22, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower

Summary: The Bridgertons are happy that their brother has returned from the war. Yet they truly start to see how the war has affected you when they find you outside, looking for an enemy that is not there. (inspired by the poem 'Boots'.)

There is no discharge in the war.

Eyes looked down, hand trembling. Staring at it for a few moments. Staring blankly at it. Loud muttering becoming clear in your ears once more. Making you blink, move your other hand on top of your trembling hand that had been hiding underneath the table. Gaze going forwards, meeting up with Anthony staring back at you.

An unreadable expression in his eyes. You reached for your fork  on your plate. Joining the etiquette at diner. Mimicking your siblings to remain normal. You almost felt like something unnatural at the diner table. Not used to it for a year now. Only having returned from the war a month ago. Discharged.

Almost your entire platoon bombed out. They had taken you by surprise. Bombs dropping. Blasting everyone to pieces. Three of your good mates, you had to leave behind. Unmarked graves with what you could gather.

Your siblings unaware of your time at the war. It was for them that you fought. Fought for them so they would never need to face the war at their doorstep. Fought for the crown. In name of King George. Your siblings chattering away as if nothing was bothering them. A maid entered the room, moving somewhere behind you. She gasped, followed by a bowl clattering to the ground. The sound made you jump out of your skin.

Doubled over, hands firmly over your ears. Panting loud as flashes of the war returned to you. Anthony shoved his chair back, making his way over to you. – “Good heavens.” – Violet said staring in shock as Anthony came kneeling beside you. Seeing you rock yourself, hands over your ears. Your mind somewhere far. – “I apologize, lady Bridgerton.” – the maid said. Violet shook her head at her that it was alright. – “Y/n.” – Anthony spoke touching your arms.

He grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you upright. Searching your eyes for any answers. Yet your eyes were different. Different then what he remembered. More hollow and darker. As if you were somewhere far. As if his brother was hiding in a shell, trying to scream his way out with no control of his mind.

“Y/n.” – Anthony repeated, pressing his hands against your cheek. The sudden touch made you blink rapidly. Your gaze normalizing. You removed your hands from your ears, looking behind you to the broken bowl on the ground. Exhaling loud.

Then your gaze went to your siblings all staring at you. – “I’m fine!” – you grunted out, shoving your chair back. You hurried out of the room, not able to bear their stares. Making way for the drawing room. Needing to be away from them. Entering the drawing room, your eyes fell on the large window. Seeing how it began to rain. Droplets falling against the glass. Exhaling deep, you brought your hand up in sight.

Seeing how it shivered. Trembled. Something unsettling inside of you and you knew it. You knew you weren’t the same since you have returned. The life of society seemed unachievable. Finding it dire that everyone was so caught up in who the diamond of the season would be or what ruffles were the best. Who would be the best suitor. It repulsed you, angered you that they worked their minds up over such nonsense.

Did they not know people were dying. People had died. People grieved their husbands, fathers and sons. Men. Men. Men. The wind knocked the rain heavier against the glass. Clattering almost thunderously against the glass. Staring outside to the large tree in the yard. A deep exhale as you felt yourself distance from yourself. Stepping carefully forwards.  

Breathing becoming shallow, the closer you got. Slow steps, making the tip of your foot touch ground slowly. Hand reaching out for the glass. A blurred figure becoming visible in the glass. Closer, closer you went as the figure became clearer. He looked like someone you knew. Someone you had long forgotten. Someone you had left behind. Scars seen on his face, cheeks smudged.

Hand touched the glass, fingers touching with him in front of you. Don’t look at what’s in front of you. He seemed very familiar, yet you couldn’t name him. Someone you had not seen in a long time. Your eyes widened finally realizing. Your reflection. The reflection blurred as your eyes focused on the outsides.

Sucking in a breath as a sudden smell of gunpowder made you clutch for your chest. Bend down, panting loud as your fingers clawed around your heart. Mouth opening and closing as you tried to breath, but your lungs seemed unable to. Heart pulsating rapidly in your veins. A wave of pain shooting through you as it made you squint your eyes shut.

Releasing a loud breath, eyes staring wildly at the ground. Lifting your chest back up, your eyes widened more. The skies red with smoke. Gaze blurred by a glossy smoke as you were gone. Panickily, you had lost all control over yourself without knowing it. Running out of the drawing room to the garden.

Stepping into the rain, making you drop to your knees in the grass. Gasping helplessly at the red skies. Smoke flaring up. Turning your head rapidly, you could hear them. Men. Men. Men. Approaching closer. Boots, boots, boots. Moving down the hill. Splashing in puddles of rain and mud. You got up with loud pants. Stare completely blank as you started to run. Run around.

The Bridgertons returned from diner. Entering the drawing room. Gregory being the first to notice it. Running up to the window, hand pressed against it. – “Mama, is that Y/n outside?” – he asked curiously. Violet lifted her head up, running up to the glass. Anthony and Benedict right behind her.

Violet looked outside, gasping loud. Anthony shoved her outside. Watching you with wide eyes. Run around outside in the rain. Completely drenched. – “Anthony, we need to get him inside.” – Benedict said. – “He could catch a cold.” – Francesca spoke as Colin prevented them from coming closer. They had a feeling, but now they were sure.

The war had affected you heavier than what they thought. Anthony rallied Benedict with him to go and collect you. – “Keep them away from the window!” – Anthony ordered, pointing firmly at his mother. Not wanting his sisters or the younglings to see this. Violet nodded, keeping the girls away.

Anthony and Benedict ran outside. Greeted by the wet and cold. – “Y/n!” – he shouted loud to get your attention. Anthony and Benedict shared a discomforting glance that you might be yourself. Anthony held his hand out to Benedict to let him approach you alone. – “Y/n…” – he called out seeing you clearly search for someone that wasn’t here. He came nearer. Grabbing you by your shoulders, turning you at him. Your eyes distant as your blank expression shocked Anthony. Then your hands covered up Anthony’s ears firm.

“Hide! Hide! Hide!” – you screamed out. – “Try! Try to think of something different. Oh… my… God! Keep… me from going lunatic! Boots. Boots. Boots. Going up and down the hill!” – your voice rasped loud, scraping your throat. The panic clear in your voice. Anthony trembling to the bone with fear. Benedict came nearer.

“Y/n you are scaring us.” – he called out. You let go of Anthony, grabbing Benedict by the vest. – “count— count- count the bullets in the bandoliers.” – you told him sounding frightened, trying to warn him to keep counting. Anthony pulled your hands down from Benedict. Grabbing them tight. – “You are home Y/n. There are no enemies here!” – he made clear, unsure how to bring you back from your nightmare.

You started to pant, slapping your hand against your head to get a grip of yourself. – “Moving up and down again.” – you whispered out. Hands trembling as your brother noticed it. Truly seeing how the war had affected you. Anthony wrapped his arm around you. Helping you back inside. You seemed to have calmed down. Muttering under your breath. Hands shaking.

There is no discharge from the war.

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[anarchy-and-piglins]

Woe, Bedrock Bros reincarnation AU be upon you! (And make it dark)

The Bedrock Kingdom's a weird one. Weird, in the fact that it never has to deal with a dispute over who sits on the throne. Weird because it never has to deal with the consequences of a weak-willed or greedy or bad leader.

Because, there is only one of two people on the throne: King Technoblade or King Theseus.

It’s a cycle. When King Technoblade ascends to the throne after the death of King Theseus, somewhere in Bedrock, King Theseus is born again. And a search is immediate to find the newborn prince. When he is found, he is brought to the palace and raised with love and affection until it is his turn to Ascend the throne after the death of King Technoblade. And then King Theseus starts the search for his heir/his friend/his brother/his father/his son.

Round and round the cycle goes. No one knows who was originally the older and who was originally the younger. Not even the Kings themselves. It took a few generations before they started writing things down that they wanted their Future incarnations to know.

Because the Kings don't remember their past lives.

The cycle begins anew when a Young Prince Theseus ascends to the throne. King Technoblade lived a long time this cycle, and King Theseus's prior incarnation had lived the longest of any recorded out of spite because someone said he couldn't.

So, the new King Theseus is young. An adult, but barely in his 20s. He's impulsive and a bit impatient and DESPERATE to get Techno back.

He reads through some of his predecessors’ notes and sees how it can sometimes take YEARS to find Techno and he is enraged by that concept. He is going to find Techno NOW. He will NOT be waiting years.

The search is begun and King Theseus spurs his subjects on to hurry or else and finally there is an infant put into King Theseus's arms and King Theseus beams with joy at finally having Technoblade back, ready to adore him and shower him with all of the love that King Theseus remembered getting growing up.

The baby is not Technoblade.

Techno grows up in some obscure village in the middle of nowhere. His parents have too many mouths to feed and when Techno is 12, he is kicked out to try and make a living on his own. Cruel, but also common in his poor town. Techno does what many from his home do in his situation.

He lies about his age and joins the army.

You can join the Bedrock Army at the age of sixteen. For two years, you are in training. Basically an apprenticeship. At 18, you are a full-fledged soldier. If you are REALLY good, you can even become a Knight.

Techno DEFINITELY doesn't look 16. He looks MAYBE a little older than 12, but that's just because of his height.

However, like I said, its COMMON for desperate kids to be kicked out. The Military is used to it.

They just check it off as all good and let Technoblade in.

And Technoblade is very very good at being a soldier. He picks up a sword and learns at record speed. Like he had done it a million times and just had to be reminded of the controls. His superiors LOVE him. His peers’ jealousy is erased because Techno is just so likable. He can be so quiet one moment and then the next say the funniest thing that has his whole platoon tearing up from laughter. He is well liked.

News from the capital shakes the entire foundation of the country when Techno is thirteen and soon to become an official soldier.

Prince Technoblade was a fake. The nobility tried to insert a false Technoblade in order to steal the crown from The Bedrock Bros. It was only found out because the young “prince” had begun to act off. When King Theseus had looked into it, he found the conspiracy.

No one dared ask what happened to the false prince, but the hangman’s noose was frayed from how many men and women were forced to their deaths.

A Search was called.

Techno's unit was tense. They were aware that many of the kids they let in would be in that age range, though they couldn't be sure how many because they HID their ages. They start taking a quiet audit of their child soldiers while also working as efficiently as possible to gather all of the 13 to 14 year old in their assigned section of the country.

When they start interrogating Techno about his age, he lies.

He says he's one year younger than he really is. His superiors slump in relief, grateful that they don't have to risk giving up their best soldier, the kid who will DEFINITELY become a knight and the pride of their home.

Techno is just grateful they bought it. He very much does NOT want to even be CONSIDERED to be a Prince. Sure, his parents may have named him after the Previous King, but that was COMMON. There were so many Technoblades and Theseus's running around the kingdom. It didn't mean anything.

However, the fact that the Military had to hastily “fire” a ton of soldiers means that they don't have enough to escort the kids to the capital AND protect their stations. So they have to be very efficient on where they place their manpower.

Techno is sent to herd the kids to the capital. He is…very not liking that. He will just stay in the back. Its fine. No one will know he's younger. He is tall enough that as long as they don’t make him take off his helmet, everything will be juuuuuussstttt fine.

They make him take off his helmet.

When they enter the palace, they are not allowed to cover their heads. Technoblade grimaces and bears with it and walks behind the other soldiers, herding the nervous teenagers into the palace. It takes forever. Each child is being examined by the King Himself, before being dismissed and given three gold coins for all the trouble. A pittance to nobility but a treasure to the working class. They go forward in a single file line, some shrinking under the cold blue eyes. Others marveling at the gleaming crown atop a mop of golden curls.

Some of the kids are waved through quickly. Others, the King pauses on before shaking his head. Even fewer get pulled aside and led further into the castle.

Technoblade's entire gaggle of teens is almost through when King Theseus orders them to stop. Techno glances up at King Theseus and sees the man staring at him with narrowed eyes.

King Theseus demands to know Techno's age and he says 16. The King stares at him. The whole room stares at him, really. King Theseus had talked to VERY few in this process.

The King smiles and its sharp and he begins to talk. It seems like pleasant conversation, at first, the King even cracking a silly joke or two. Acting younger than he looked. He then compares the situation to something that happened when Techno would have been young. Techno nods along like “Oh yes, of course I remember that”

King Theseus just smirks and says that there is no way he would remember, because he would have to be older than 16 to know it. Which means he's lying. How much is he lying? Technoblade kind of balks at that, not sure what to say. King Theseus asks again about Techno's age. Royal Knights, not just the soldiers he came with, start to close in on him. Techno can't help but reflexively put his hand on his sword as they approach. Before removing his hand when he sees the number of knights. He cringes before turning to King Theseus and telling him he turned fourteen three days prior.

King Theseus just grins and orders Techno to be taken with the others. Techno is embarrassed as he's led back through the palace.

He is stuck with a group of boys that all…look really similar to him. There are around six of them.

The Royal Knights demand that Techno take off his armor which Techno adamantly refuses to do. He is not going without armor in this place. It could be dangerous. They tell them that it is for the protection of the royal family that he cannot be so guarded. Techno snarks something at them about that, and the knight takes it personally.

Techno is now jumped by around eight royal knights determined to strip him out of his armor like an angry hermit crab. Techno fights and struggles and definitely breaks noses and fingers before the knights get a good hold and finally start peeling his armor off of him.

Cackling draws Techno's eye, even as he is pinned down and a swearing guard is pulling at the buckles keeping his armor on.

King Theseus arrives with a bright smile and too bright eyes. All of the teens in the room bow.

Except Techno, still pinned to the floor and trying to kick the guard attempting to take off his shinguards in the crotch.

King Theseus is certain that the teen struggling on the floor with a scowl is Technoblade. He is CERTAIN.

But he was certain before, as well.

His haste had cost him fourteen years with Technoblade. Time spent on a traitorous brat instead of the one who should have been by his side. He won't let his haste ruin things again.

He'll go by the book. As boring as that could be. It wasn't the first time there was a case of mistaken identity for one of the Royals. His predecessors had worked out contingencies for just that occasion.

King Theseus would have HIS Technoblade back.

Techno is given a nice room. Far nicer than the barracks he had lived in. But the way the nicely dressed boy was moaning, you would think they were locked in a jail. So what if they had to share a space? It wasn't THAT bad. Techno just claimed the bed that let him keep an eye on the door and mourned the fact that he was armorless. It SUCKED.

They are then all tested.

There are a bunch of tests, some that he isn't even sure if they ARE tests. The king is at every one. They are things like picking out clothes to wear, or organizing jewels to your preference. Technoblade finds it very boring and, honestly, he tries to fail. He picks out a boring outfit that is COMFY instead of finery. He organizes the jewels by taste, which is bullshit, they all taste like rocks, but he is annoyed that his intentional stupidity doesn't get him kicked out.

He enjoys the wolf dogs. That's pretty cool. Getting to go out and pet the very intimidating growly dogs was neat.

The kid that kicked one dog was IMMEDIATELY escorted out and away. It didn’t matter that the dog bit him hard enough to bleed.

Techno nearly gets out of having to take a different test because he was hidden under dozens of little wolf-dog puppy bodies. He will remember that hiding spot for future use.

There are a ton of tests. The ones trying to stay seem to try and recreate the reputation of the Blood God. King Theseus is known to be the kinder of the kings while King Technoblade has always been quick to anger and ruthless.

(This is bullshit. King Technoblade was the type to quickly mete out justice, but never hold a grudge. King Theseus is VENGEFUL. He burns down whole noble houses when he's mad. Sometimes literally. But most people don't realize that because he is so personable and extroverted.)

Techno doesn't understand why his chill personality doesn't get him kicked immediately when all of these other teenagers are doing their best to imitate rabid dogs.

Technoblade only once nearly gets eliminated.

King Theseus gave them free reign over the library and, out of all of the candidates, Techno was the only one uninterested. Didn't go inside even once. Completely ignored it.

King Theseus himself interrogates Techno on this. Because of nature vs nurture, some things are BOUND to change from lifetime to lifetime. But King Technoblade not being a total nerd about books?

Impossible. Never happened.

King Theseus is a little sad when he confronts Techno, ready to dismiss the kid with a heavy heart. It felt a bit wrong. But he would do what needed to be done. He wanted HIS Technoblade, not another fake.

The reason comes quickly.

Techno can't read.

King Theseus almost sighs in relief at that. He assigns Techno a teacher to learn. Techno is skeptical and takes this as a sign that he should lean into the books=bad mindset so he can go home.

Unfortunately, he finds that he very very VERY much likes books. He is found multiple times at dawn, bent over a book with his hair a mess and dark circles under his eyes. He ends up falling asleep during the other tests, much to King Theseus's annoyance and amusement. They end up having to lock the door to the library at night so Technoblade won't sneak out and hide in there.

It keeps going until there are only two left. Techno and the son of a very powerless noble. King Theseus asks them both a question during dinner, telling them to think about their answer for the night and tell him in the morning.

King Theseus asks them what should be done with an anarchist who wished to overthrow the monarchy.

Techno snorts at that while the other scowls at Techno. King Theseus ask Techno about his reaction.

Techno is VERY DONE with all of the tests and wants to leave. He wants to go back. And, even though it is probably a VERY stupid thing to say to a king, he tells King Theseus that at this point he would give the Anarchist a high-five and then go take a nap. Literally everyone in the room stares at Techno with varieties of horror and rage.

Except King Theseus who is cackling loudly. He dismisses both of them back to their room for the night.

The guards are kinda glaring at Techno for his comment, which Techno is glad for. Aha. He can finally leave! He's in the clear.

As soon as the door closes to the dormitory, the other boy stabs Techno in the back.

The noble boy’s family was told by more powerful families that if they could make King Theseus take their son, then they would bail them out of debt. But, if he wasn't chosen, then they should kill whichever boy was Actually Technoblade. Maybe, if they killed him before he could ascend, then the cycle would break and they could take control.

Which, in practice, WOULD break the cycle.

But Techno was a VERY good soldier.

Even with a knife sticking out of his back, he is able to overpower the other teen. The teen screams bloody murder, yelling for help. Guards flood the room and yank Techno off of the struggling teen. It hurts because thet pin Techno's arms behind his back, even with the knife still in place. The guards help the swearing noble off the floor, many glaring at Techno. Techno scowls back.

King Theseus comes in, scowling just as much and demands to know what happened. The noble kid smirks slightly, before he says he was just giving his answer to the question. What should be done with an anarchist who wished to destroy the royal family? Obviously, they should die.

King Theseus turns to Technoblade, still gripped by the guards and asks him if he has anything to say for himself. Techno glares. At the King. At the Noble. At the guards.

Techno responds that if a King has to stab someone in the back, he was too Weak to rule the country anyways. Might as well let it crumble. Noble kid just scoffs.

King Theseus nods for a moment before he grins, something sharp and cunning in his eye. He walks closer to Techno and Techno refuses to cower in front of the King, meeting his eye as if to dare him to do something.

Carefully, King Theseus wraps his arms around Technoblade and hugs him tight. The knife shifts and Technoblade can't help but gasp.

“Welcome home, Technoblade,” King Theseus would say, before ordering the guards to grab the noble and chop off his hand. He had stabbed the prince.

The kid begs for mercy as Technoblade is led out of the room, quickly down the hall with King Theseus's arm carefully over his shoulder. He is pushed into the Physician's office, who is very surprised to see a knife sticking out of a teen's back. Technoblade is made to lay down. He is given an anesthetic.

He tries to argue with King Theseus about him being the Prince, which is hard with the drugs. King Theseus is just giggling while playing with his hair. Techno makes noises of discontent whenever he is so far gone that he can't make words.

The King assures Techno that even if he finds the King annoying at first, he will learn to love him.

And then Techno spends way too much time trying to run, only for Tommy to find him wherever he hides. The King is Stream-sniping or something. I just have to get back to work so I can't keep fleshing it out. But yeah. King Theseus is going to be VERY possessive of Technoblade.

Anyways, sometimes you gotta make Tommy older. As a treat.

I'm so fucking obsessed with this one, Lenn, you don't understand, it's just dsqhqsdqdskjdssdqHsqkjsqqshqjskhqsksq. I kept needing to stop while reading it to flap my hands with happy stims.

The potential? Techno being so, so hostile and every little act of resistance he shows just makes Tommy coo over him like "aw, that's so Techno of you <3"

Tommy is going to be real obsessed with making up for lost time. Techno has suffered so much without him. He'll need to ascertain Techno has the best, most spoiled life from now on. Whether he wants to or not.

[winterlogysblog]

Random Headcanons

- Fairies smoke. They get high, oh they get so high. (Thanks @sydns for putting this idea in my head lol) The Fairy King's Forest has a spot where one can find the highest quality of herbs, one of the reasons why humans try to enter the forest in the first place. There are also far more crazier things that can be found in the Fairy Realm. None of the Sins know that King smokes because he didn't during his time with the Sins, his argument being that humans don't sell the good stuff. The first time anyone has actually seen King and Elaine smoke is at Gilthunder and Margaret's wedding.

- Goddess shed their feathers as they grow. It's kind of a weird sight to see

- Goddess and Fairies are known to have beautiful voices. The question of whose better is very subjective depends on who you ask. When a Goddess sings they bring a heavenly and ethereal feel. When a Fairy sings it's more enchanting and whimsical.

- Lancelot slept on Chastiefol once. Best nap ever.

- Lancelot became a bit overprotective over the Percy Platoon after the incident because he doesn't want anyone getting hurt again

- Lancelot didn't speak to Sixtus for months after Sixtus received Magliastira. Lance is just upset he didn't get a cool weapon

- Mael cried when he found out that Tristan named his swords after him

- Meliodas would sometimes talk to the horses in the castle stables, sometimes Ban would join in. King apologizes to the horses on their behalf

- Lancelot and Sixtus would use birds to carry messages to each other.

- Gowther taught Tristan how to curse in Demon language

- Gowther is Sixtus' favorite Uncle. "His weirdness is endearing." Sixtus said.

- Zeldris and Mael would sometimes have their own little tea parties in the Demon Realm. Meliodas found out about it and got upset he wasn't invited. "You don't even like tea." Zeldris argued. "That's not the point! It's the thought that matters, it's about a get together between brothers" after that they invited Meliodas, he really didn't last long.

[wiltedprayers]

robert leckie birthday!! simultaneously one of the coolest and most pathetic men of hbo war. passing through the war reciting poetry and being a heathen while disregarding all and any authority he ever encountered in the PTO. he hallucinated in the scripts and he was even more bold with women than he was in the show. was in a situationship with everyone in his platoon and was bullied by his coworkers at home through newspaper sections. took a mental health week? month?, stole expensive shit from the army, AND he was a curly haired king. honestly, nobody was doing it like him

[illiana-mystery]

Sgt. Elias Grodin 💚