#leach twins

[ohdeariedear]

That's so mean... let's do it.

yeah I think he’d die

[mochinomnoms]

I have been having this thought for days now and want to know what you think.

This is before ptm Jade and Yuu are together, it's Also before Riddle and Floyd are together.

Mama and Papa Leach are coming to visit there boys at school and of course they know all about Yuu and Riddle who know nothing about them. I imagine shenanigans would insuu. Like Mama and Papa Leach trying to set up there boys and just embarrassing them in general.

Their parents are very perceptive, and they know their own sons quite well. Despite their best efforts to hide it, and thanks to the twins' proclivity to embarrassing the other whenever possible, they both know specifically who their sons are fond of.

Mama Leech loves picking fun at Jade for his shyness with his crush. Granted, he's much more like her when it comes to interacting with the subject of his affections: coy, quiet, and sly. Waiting for the right moment to strike. In her case, it was a strike of jealousy that spurred her to claim her husband by kidnapping him and dragging him home. Though, it can't really be called a kidnapping when he was so eager to let her take him hostage.

But she notices how shy Jade is around Yuu, something that no one but those closes to him would notice. To others, he's his same polite, maybe a bit mean, self. But to her, she can see how gentle he is with Yuu, how his gaze lingers on their form longer than considered polite, and how his lips quirk up every so often with them. It's cute, but boring! She's wondering why he doesn't just pick them up and toss them in the sea to take home like Chinese take out. Just, swoop them up! Mama Leech forgets that that's not necessarily a custom for humans (or a good chunk of merfolk to be honest).

Jade knows what his mother thinks of romance, and her habit of becoming jealous. So he's not keen to let her around Yuu, especially considering the numerous amount of friends and general attention they get from others at NRC. In her mind, Jade should make a statement in front of everyone that Yuu would appreciate. After all, he must have studied them like she did her husband, so he must know them very intimately and what they like! But if he refuses? Well, time to take things in her own hands and start making offhanded comments about how fond Jade is of them, how much she raised him to be a doting partner, and that their home under the sea can just be soooo lonely! She wishes that he'd bring home a sweet partner to fill up the space, just like them :).

On the other side, it shouldn't come as a surprise then that Papa Leech is much more like Floyd: outspoken, attached, teasing, but ultimately won't make the first move. As much as he liked to chase after his wife and take over her attention, Papa Leech wouldn't make the move to make her his. Instead, he wanted her to chase after him, and was very excited when she kidnapped him for herself. It was practically a dream come true! Floyd is very similar, in that he likes Riddle's attention and reactions on him as often as possible. He's always been fond of excitable and expressive things, and Riddle (though not a thing) is one of the most expressive and eye-catching people he's ever met. Plus, he's so red! Floyd never knew how brilliant the color red could be, the color muted under the sea. Riddle has him quite enamored, though he's quite unaware.

Papa Leech thinks it's funny that Floyd can be so outspoken and social, and yet his crush have no clue that he's in love. Even more so after her got beat up by Riddle! You're telling him that the tiny classmate of yours that tossed you across the room on orientation was not only this tiny thing, but that he did that and didn't immediately claim Floyd as his mate? Humans are so strange in their courting customs. Papa Leech is just as “tactful” as his wife, funny enough, making small comments to Riddle about how much Floyd talks about him, how he's so impressed how determined he is, how strong he is, etc. Ironically, Papa Leech is Floyd's best bet in getting Riddle to fall for him, as Riddle tends to just assume the worst intentions from Floyd. But hearing how…sincere Floyd is, and the embarrassed look and pink cheeks on his face as he tries to get his father to stop, Riddle might be inclined to think more of Floyd's actions.

[fleursbending]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | Jake Sully

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : as your dad navigates his grief, you're there to remind him just of one thing. that you won't be leaving him as well.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : dad!jake sully x neteyams twin sister!reader

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : the very highly anticipated sully!daughter fic is finally here to cure all your daddy issues. it is imperative you read pt 1 because none of this is going to make any sense! hope u have some tissues cause this is a tough one! i also suggest you listen to this on repeat while reading, it just encapsulates perfectly the aura surrounding this story.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : atwow spoilers, talks of death and grief, sm hurt/comfort, dialogue-heavy, missing neteyam hours, dad!jake is in deep pain.

𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 : skimwing - pandoran creature inhabiting the tropical oceans, ‘ite - daughter, sempul - father, ngaytxoa - sorry, my apologies (acknowledgment of guilt and regret), olo'eyktan - clan leader, sa'nok - mother, mawey - calm, 'eveng - child, yawntutsyìp - darling / little loved one, tsmukan - brother, rey’eng - the balance of life.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.2k words (are we surprised) ?!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @pandorainmymind @eywas-heir @spicycloudsalad @missdreamofendless @prty-poisxn @scarlettwitch-4 @23victoria @avidreader3107 @purplehyacinthss @itssiaaax @neteyamoa @tsireyasgf @nijirozzz @useryourbut @yua-himari @sweetheartlizzie07 @grierpilots @reneehillary69 @fruitsalad1 @forasgaard @iwaslikeblah @dumb-fawkin-bitch @theicemav @narutoboi

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 this past few weeks. It greeted you in disguise, leaching at every hope that remained after your brother had taken his last breath. Slowly, but surely - its efforts won in the end. 

After the battle had come to a finish, time stilled once you returned back to the rock. And it escaped you entirely when you returned Neteyam back to Eywa. 

To Y/n, it did not matter that the Metkayina had accepted her family as one of the people. Is this what it had to take? Her brother being ruthlessly killed by the sky demons to really prove their worth? If anything, it made her feel deeply ashamed - scorned.

Everything around Awa'atlu was a reminder of where he coexisted amongst you. The laughter you shared, the games you'd play with Tuk. The teasing and riding your Ilu's together. It played like an old record, jammed in the forefront of your mind. 

That was why you couldn't fall back asleep, tonight the onslaught of harsh memories had demanded your attention. Taunting you, egging you on - what you have lost. What won't remain. 

A frustrated huff fell from you in the silent darkness of your mauri. In the midst of your cuddle pile that your family rested in nightly, there was a gaping space left untouched. The one right beside you. 

It was where he would reside once turning in for the night. These sleeping arrangements were still something you struggled to grow accustomed to. Even if fatigued gnawed at your eyelids, your heart refused to let you rest.

 A faint yet distinct figure pushes themselves up from the pile then, Y/n squints her eyes as they start to make their way out of the mauri. They widen in recognition, it was her father. Where was he heading out to this late into the eclipse? 

Ever so slightly she wriggles and attempts to maneuver out of Lo'ak's hold, the poor boy hadn't been able to disconnect from your side since the unfortunate day. Y/n knows he felt immense guilt for his actions that weren't even his fault. 

But that was something else to worry about for another day.

As you mimic your dad's movements from moments ago, your head turns to look back at your family. Okay, good. None of them had awoken from their deep slumbers.

Whisking around, Y/n peeps out of their mauri. Heart thudding, but oh - there he is. 

Jake had seated himself at a spot on top of the boat that had been gifted to your family after your father had been able to successfully ride a Skimwing. The same spot Kiri sat when she and their father shared a conversation, you had only witnessed the end of it. Unfortunately, you and Neteyam had to cut it short after dragging Ao'nung to them and demanding the idiotic boy, confess to his dumb shenanigans. 

That was the day when you thought you were going to lose Lo'ak. 

It's crazy how little you knew of back then.

Her heart felt so brittle, knowing it was also the spot that had become her and Neteyam's. After seeing it being used that day, it was where you two would go to have quiet intimate conversations. From your worries as the elder kids, or to any fun things that have occurred that day. The both of you had claimed it, but now it had been abandoned. 

Y/n hadn't stepped foot close to its vicinity ever since….everything.

Taking a deep sigh to calm herself, she tiptoed over to Jake.

Nevertheless, Jake alert as ever immediately whipped around. Eyes holding something akin to being on the defense.

Raising your hands up in alarm, you whisper to him, "Dad, hey! It's just me, it's just me."

His mouth gapes as he slumped back down. His shoulders promptly drained away the sudden tension that had built up from the shock. 

"Ah, 'ite. Sorry, you scared me. He spoke, but his voice sounded worlds away. 

You peer down at him, he wasn't usually one to be scared. 

"It is okay, sempul. I should have announced my presence. I'm the one who should be sorry."

He rasped out, "Stop apologising, you do not need to apologise!"

Her ears flatten then, folding themselves back. Y/n's tail lowly swishes in anxiousness at his rash tone. 

"Sempul-" You said in a small panicky voice.

He hushed you, making you sit down by him. Jake brought you into his arms, holding onto you as tight as he could without harming you. 

"I'm so sorry, sweet girl. I shouldn't have yelled at you." He continued to express his regrets quietly as he rocked you in his arms, chin pressed to the top of your head.

The luminescent ocean ceased its aggravated waves then as if to give you a tender moment of peace. 

Jake chokes on his next words, and it makes you straighten up in an instant. There's a resounding affliction that lingers in the words that flow out of him like he'd been slammed back to earth. 

"Losing a twin is far worse in comparison to losing your legs."

The cries saddle him then, and it pierces through your core. He's trembling a worrisome amount, cowering away from your imploring gaze. 

You've never heard your father cry before. Not like this.

"Ngaytxoa, sempul." 

It was something you'd only say in dire moments to drive the point home whenever you screwed up really badly. An admission of guilt, something that holds more weight than the sorry's you've been speaking back and forth to each other since the beginning of this encounter.

Jake knew this, far too well actually. It made him tense up.

You know the tales, the struggles he had to overcome when he was disabled. How much he loathed himself and the life earth had carved out and boxed him in. His brother's death was his calling to try to do something greater with his life. 

Then he became a dream walker, a body that gave him far more solitude than he ever imagined. Jake never wanted to return to his human form due to how in tune he felt with his na'vi body.

The sentence he had just uttered made you frankly realise how burdening his grief must be for him.

His firstborn son, his hopes and dreams. His entire life. Neteyam was his boy. Jake's mighty fisherman, Jake's mighty warrior, Jake's solitude.

 It all came at you in full force then. 

The devastated man before you didn't even care about how worthless all the training for Neteyam becoming the future Olo'ekytan came to be. He came to terms with that once he made the tough decision for his family to leave everything they have ever known. 

It paled in comparison to the remorse he felt for what he could have experienced with his son instead. That was something that bothered Jake to the bone. The fact that he would never be able to make up for the lost time with Neteyam. 

He'd never be able to share a new moment with him again. 

The duration of his fatherhood began with Neteyam, and a part of it sunk alongside his child when the sea anemone passed him on to the great mother.

Now you were all that remained of him, and Jake had never felt such immeasurable unsettled shame. His one duty as a father is to protect his children. To guide you through life, to aid you in whatever way was possible for him. Even with the tiny wiggle room you'd given him to do so, he tried his best. 

For the first time with you though - his best was not enough. 

Jake failed your family, and in doing so, he failed you. 

His firstborn daughter, his pride and joy. His softness. You were his unbreaking glue, the one who kept him together. He couldn't utilise that this time, Jake did not deserve that. 

Although he was a fool to think so cruelly because you were just like him. 

He too was what remained of a bond so unwavering and mighty. A remnant of what could have been, what has been lost - and what is forced to stay.

While you never witnessed firsthand him experiencing that, he relived it through you and Neteyam. He admired you two graciously, seeing you both flourish amongst one another. How an attachment so noticeable and persistent, only grew in tandem over the years.

Wherever Neteyam and Y/n would be, they swiftly knew they were in the same proximity to each other. Y/n never had to look, she just knew it was him. Jake knows this because he nurtured you, taught you the ways of the people like Neytiri had done for him all those years ago. 

Two peas in a pod, an impenetrable force. Each other's shadow, each other's light. 

You both would always weave each other out of the darkness that bloomed in your minds every now and then. Conveying the importance of what life has to offer. 

Forced to mature at a quicker pace than most kids your age, because the world you lived in demands it. Forced to learn the ways of war when your tiny hands could barely even wrap around a trigger of a gun. 

He wasn't easy on you two.

Now more than ever, he wished he had been.

"Oh, dad." You mumbled, tears beginning to well up in your own eyes as you tug him back into another embrace. 

There in his baby daughter's arms, he finally lets it all out. Somber wails ebb into your shoulder as you squeeze him, giving Jake some much-needed security. There, he allows himself to wallow in his grief, letting it finally catch up on him.

At the end of the day, he was a father who had lost one of his greatest accomplishments.

And you were his kid who lost two pillars in her life. Your home, and your twin. It was haunting you every waking moment, the thoughts of what you should be experiencing. What he should be doing. 

It felt like the world was ridding Jake of all he has to live for, a repetition so caving and tumultuous. 

"Now your kid has to really follow in your footsteps," is the dread that drills in his mind. 

You didn't deserve this, once again he felt and harbored the most guilt. It was like he was watching Home Tree fall right before his eyes all over again. 

It was all his fault, and without exception - always will be.

As if Y/n read his mind, and picked apart all that he currently is. The inner turmoils he had been forced to with had come to an all-time peak.

She soothed, "It's not your fault."

He sighs in return, "Y/n."

You shake your head, that same determination from when you were both trapped in the sinking ship flickering in your eyes. 

"It is not your fault." You annunciate each word, each syllable.

You survey him, letting out a low scoff at his avoidant eyes. 

"We cannot do this to ourselves. It cannot be mine, Lo'ak's, or your burden to keep. If we head in that direction, we'll meet that demon ship on the ocean floor." 

Some of those words sink in with her as well, she knows she can't keep living like this.

Y/n realises that her words aren't resonating with Jake. The man before her was a shell of her father that could usually endure anything that came his way.

Jake was distraught, frantic for answers - why him? Why his family? Why Neteyam?

You survey your surroundings then, trying to see if you can knock him out of the reverie that has taken him by storm. You didn't want to be too abrupt with it, not wanting another abrasive reaction like before to happen.

All you see is the cerulean water.

Y/n lets her hands glide along the tide, cupping some in her hands only to then let it sprinkle over Jake.

He blinks at the sudden cold raining over him. 

"Sorry, 'ite-"

"I think we should forbid that word from being mentioned for the rest of tonight." 

Jake lets out a huff through his nose in response.

"Ma sempul, please. Look at me. You haven't properly done so since that night." You plead to him.

He gulps, gripping at the boat beneath him and letting his knuckles turn a stark white.

"I can't." He cries out, eyes squeezing shut in remorse and chagrin. 

"Yes, you can. Come on, dad." 

Shaky hands grab at his face, almost slipping at the sheer amount of tears that cascade like a ruthless never-ending waterfall. 

His heavy eyes try to stay level with your arms that have reached out for his face. 

Before finally, he looks at you.

A soundless sob rakes through him then, and in return, you shed a few of your own. 

"I miss him, I miss him so much. I can't sleep, I can barely stomach anything. I can't properly take care of your mother, our family-"

His words stumble out of him at a rapid pace, but you do your best to soothe him as he tries to catch his breath through some sniffles.

"-I can't be a good father while navigating this grief." 

Finally, he properly exhales. Releasing himself from the internal battles that had kept him restless all this time.

You pat his cheek in reassurance and fondness, "That's where you're wrong. You're being a good father right now."

He inhaled shakily, the waterworks returning to him at your genuine ways of trying to give him comfort. Jake is terrified though, he'd never been this vulnerable with you.

Maybe when you were a lot younger, yes

But life swept you both up, too invested in your own responsibilities. Back then there was time for your father-daughter extravaganzas. A time when he'd be able to take you out in broad daylight and let you go flying with him on his Ikran. Before the sky people returned,  before Jake had to reassemble his war party and train them heavily again. 

A time when being Olo'eyktan wasn't as demanding as it came to be. 

Jake's hands grab onto yours, inevitable shame still coursing through him. 

He should be the one comforting you, not the other way around.

But grief demands to be felt. It's not something you can outrun, it'll overtake you eventually. 

You try to dispel some of his fears. 

"It's okay right now to feel all these things, sempul. But we can't let it overrule us, we can't let it win." 

Subconsciously, he squeezes your hand that still lingered on the apple of his cheek. There was an unsettling glimmer that still lay behind his eyes. Y/n knew then, there was a root he had yet to relinquish. There was still something brewing in his head that had been the biggest reason that he'd been kept awake these past few nights.

Y/n tilts her head, wordlessly questioning him. Beckoning Jake to reveal the mangled web that connected everything together. 

His hands tremor once more, lips wobbling as he struggles to maintain his already fractured composure. The sight leaves a heavy weight on your heart, desperately wanting to know already so you could try to ease the pain. 

After a moment's reflection, he speaks, "Every time I look at you, I'm so scared it's going to be the last time, 'ite."

Neteyam sighs from above you both then. Eywa looks at him, daring him to voice out his thoughts.

"They are so determined and hard-headed, great mother. You know, the people always said to us that I was more like sa'nok. But she was always a carbon copy of our sempul. Ugh, I miss them." 

She hums in acknowledgment, the great mother already knowing this. 

They both return to peer down at the two figures below them.

"I just can't. I won't lose you too." He reiterates then, mind clouded at the thought of losing you the same way you all lost Neteyam. 

The sky people would cease to exist if they dares to do such an act.

"Sempul, mawey. I am not going anywhere. I am staying right here. I will always be here. He will always be here, I'm sure he is now." 

Neteyam chuckles at that, how ironic.

 He points to you excitedly, "see great mother, it's like this twin telepathy thing." 

Y/n rests the palm of her hand against Jake's chest, where her dad's heart stills. 

"I do not know what it feels like, to be a parent. But I know what it does feel like, to be your daughter. It is the greatest gift Eywa could ever give me, dad. I won't ever take that for granted, not anymore. You won't lose me, especially not like that." Your words hinted at a darker ending, one you dearly hoped you wouldn't be meeting anytime soon. 

You'd do anything in your power to keep that promise to your father, it's the least you can do after all the trauma he has had to clamber through. 

"Ma ‘eveng." 

Y/n gives him a wistful smile, and he returns it with the most genuine grin you've seen ever since the passing. 

It gave you a semblance of relief. Now having a true grasp of your father's mind as of late, Y/n couldn't help but feel repentant. It'll be alright though, time doesn't have to be kind to you. As long as you are with one another, you'll continue to help him in any way possible to fight his grief. 

"Thank you, yawntutsyìp." Jake beams, and you know you don't have to say anything in return for him to see the gratitude you hold towards him.

You stand then, tugging at his hand for him to come with you.

"Come on old pal, let's get some much-needed sleep."

He scoffed, fingers darting to your sides and pinching them - "I'm not that old!"

Y/n giggles, leaning into him and hugging Jake's waist. He guides you back into the dark of your mauri.

Seeing your family all resting harmoniously gave you a newfound sense of hope. It'll take time to heal and grow from this, sure. But you're the Sully's.

You've made it through the utmost of hell, surely you can make your way back down.

Even if your inner demons continued to nag at your mind, - you stood by your stance then.

Y/n would do it all over again if it meant she could return back to her family at night. If at the end of the day - she can meet them, feel their presence with her. That was enough.

It gave her the greatest consolation that she still felt him then, her tsmukan. Her rey'eng.

Her reason to make it through another day. 

Y/n's protector who will always and forever be mighty, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. 

He held his hand to his heart then. Neteyam would forever be indebted to Eywa, the boy appreciative that indeed - he could feel you too.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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[mellosdrawings]

But what does everyone else look like in 10 years?🤔

Riddle is a doctor? I whole heartedly believe the guy is incapable of growing facial hair and feels like a baby standing around Trey and his friends who’ve got Viking beards LmaO.

The leach twins probably a lot more scary looking. Floyd Maybe even got a scar on his face somewhere🤔

Jack and Ruggie? That’s interesting to me, Ruggie maybe has a small business? Maybe?

EVERYONE IN NRC HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL IT MAKES ME SHED A TEAR THINKING ABOUT THEM GROWING UP😭

(I HAD TO REWRITE THIS WHOLE THING THREE TIMES COZ TUMBLR KEPT CRASHING I'M LIVID)

I honestly haven't thought much about anybody but the N2 squad and Najma and Kalim, but here's the ones I can imagine:

Riddle puts his foot down and goes into law instead of the medical field. He becomes one impressive attorney who knows far too much about the law to possibly be human. His parents aren't too happy about it but he still has a pretty good job so they aren't as unpleasant about it as they could be. Chances are Riddle cuts almost all bridges between them though.

Trey does indeed become a viking bearded pastry chef living a cozy life. Every once in a while he organizes tea parties for Riddle and Che'nya.

Ruggie might open a pawn shop or something akin to it. He also has a Youth House on the side where homeless/poor kids come for hot meals, homework help, and distractions. He still takes odd jobs from the palace when there are big events, and regularly visits to bother Leona.

Azul and the twins become successful businessmen who have their tentacles reaching everywhere. They opened branches of the Monstro Lounge around the world and have far too much power in the stock market. Seriously those guys are menaces.

Epel keeps playing Spelldrive professionally in national teams. Sometimes he takes a modelling gig or two (seriously, who hasn't seen athletes in perfume or razor blades ads?)

Idia is stuck in STYX. Rip.

No, I'm kidding, while Idia really is mostly stuck in STYX, Ortho is free to roam about and visit places. Idia watches through his eyes and occasionally mentions when he wants to see something in particular. Ortho comes back home very regularly but those outings are their time out from STYX.

There. That's about all I can think of rn o/

[rwby-soh]

“Cybernetic Phantom”

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Height: 5'6"

Age (circa 99 AGW): 37

Aura Density: Low (Pre-Cyborg)/High (Cyborg)

Aura Reserves: High/Variable

Aura Color: Fuchsia

Semblance: Life Force/Life Dust

Weapon: Carnation (Destroyed)/Carnation Illusion (Dust Construct)/Carnation Lily (Rebuilt/Upgraded)

Additional Abilities: Cybernetic Vision, Cybernetic Nervous System, Crystalline Arm, Cybernetic Legs, Dust Constructs

Another OC not created for this AU but being permitted to be used by her creator Touko Fuchsia is a teacher at Beacon, running Grimm Studies, an ironic choice given her notable degree of cybernetic reconstruction. When she was younger she traveled alongside Team RWBY and the others after the Fall of Beacon.

Touko’s legs and eyes are completely mechanical, with her upper face being a near perfect “mask” of synthetic skin fused atop the ruins of the old, alongside having additional benefits like an internal pacemaker/power source, a near complete replacement of her nervous system, and a biomonitor linked to her new eyes. Furthermore, Touko’s left arm is made out of a unique, light pinkish hue of Dust dubbed ‘Life Dust’, the result of the Dust leaching out of her pacemaker infusing itself with her blood. This unique type of Dust is capable of being freely manipulated thanks to her Semblance, Life Force, which previously just allowed her to manipulate the blood in her own body (and is also what saved her life in the Fall of Beacon). The Dust composing her left arm can also be shaped into weapons, such as an armblade, when Touko doesn’t have access to her primary weapon, Carnation Lily, a twin bladed spear-lance that can separate into two hand cannons. She’s known for being somewhat temperamental, spending a lot of her free time at home tinkering, getting high on Not!cannabis and hanging out with Ruby, who she lives with and is extremely affectionate towards. Alludes to the Phantom of the Opera, the titular character of Le fantome de l’Opera.

[quazardrawing]

Now for Emmett's stars as part of my 'Ingo reunites with his pokemon' Eelektross and Archeops!

[ Image description: Ingo, pictured from the waist up holds Eelektross who is warped around him twice in one hand and has Archeops who sits on his shoulder, flaps her wings and nuzzling her face on his cheek. Ingo is almost not visible under these Pokémon, regardless all three are smiling ]

Fun fact is Eelektross is about 2 seconds before squeezing the stuffing out of Ingo, benefits of being a almost boneless eel I guess

More headcanons below the readmore

- Eelektross is named Third Rail, I've already mentioned that Chandelure and Eelektross were traded between Emmett and Ingo, as they caught the two thinking they would match the twin dragons typing but ended up liking the other more, but that means that it was baby Ingo that named them!

- When Ingo and Emmett went apartment/ house shopping two of their important factors were having water/ pond access for Third Rail and ground access for their ground and rock types, I personally headcanon that they retrofit a old unused werehouse/ train yard on the harbor, which gives them not only plenty of room for all their larger Pokémon but also has a local battling ring (more of a feild of dirt but still rated for 'will not destroy the local buildings' ) This is pretty normal since Professional battlers are known to be space hogs (due to having a full team of 6 all of whom need enough room to live comfortable and since each different typing has different needs) Luckily if you make it big in the Pokémon battling scene you get pretty rich, and being the Subway Bosses they are pretty much rolling in it (not that they do much with it besides reinvest it into the subway system, or help out other regions public transit )

- Third Rail does have a special always filled kiddie pool indoors, the funniest use for which is as a dramatic feinting couch for Third Rail only, Third Rail is also very protective of the pool, mostly because they have caught some of the other Pokémon either drinking () out of it or risnsing off the stupid amount of dirt (Excadrill) that gets on them off into the pool making it pretty dirty or full of crumbs, Third Rail will shock anyone who enters the pool if they see them, but will allow Ingo and Emmett to put their feet in to cool off if they ask first (both because they will clean the water after and because Third Rail loves them)

- Third Rail also prefers They/Them pronouns, why? They insist having no gender helps them slip into tighter spaces and smaller holes, which is something Third Rail prides themself in, Which is wierd seem they do not need any help with this as they have a clear advantage when compared to any of Ingo and Emmett's other Pokémon due to having no exoskeleton (Haxorus, Crustle, Durant ) and having less bones than even mammalian Pokémon ( Gurdurr, Excadrill ) due to being inspired by the lamprey or leach, which I imagine makes they a bit like an vampire octopus

- Third Rail and Archeops love flying up into small holes together and sticking themselves in them, they insist that this is an important Hide and Seek tactic, (it is not) dispite hide and seek not being played at all between the trainer's and/or Pokémon (due to the drastic size difference between the Pokémon) it either frustrates or amuses their trainers depending on how long it takes to find the two when inevitably fall sleep and stop responding to calls

- Archeops is named Express! He wasn't part of Ingo and Emmett original team plan but was found as a fossil when they were digging out the battle subway tunnels, Emmett maintains that it was Fate and that the original Archeops wanted to join the battle subway and Express was destined to joined the team. This also makes Express the baby of the group since he is by far the youngest, although he wasn't the last to join the team, that was a trade

[marinahavik]

and finally it's final this is the first time I make event cards for my main trio

for @cheerleaderman Dione Havik's cheerleading event

the things a student needs to do for a grade aren't they?

They say that with twins around the problem is doubled, but for the poor blue guy the problems are multiplied by four

If Floyd and Marina are Azul's main headaches, Jade and Dione can either make the headache better or worse, it all depends on whether they want to stop their brothers or make the situation even worse.

Azul's hair is white because of stress, because of two sets of problem twins

During the human pyramid incident Dione was just laughing at the poor Azul

Dione and Marian are childhood friends of the Octanaville trio, and both sisters have as one of their favorite pastimes irritating Azul.

(technically in my Cannon, Dione would be Azul's girlfriend, the two have had feelings for each other since they were children, but they never admitted their feelings for each other. Marina and the Leach twins can't stand the two idiots not admitting their feelings for each other anymore, the three have even made several bets but so far none of them have won)

and my dear trio is complete The star, the sun and the moon

It was super fun to participate in this event

Jan you are officially the first person to do a fan event and I participate with my main trio

I ended up being too lazy to do another pose so I reused Marina's drawing, made some changes to her clothes and hair and that's it

Here is a version outside the card so you can see the design better

Well that's it for now, what is your opinion on which of the three had the best design for this event?

I'm posting again because I thought my Tumblr bugged last night

[skaruresonic]

Lakeside

Summary:

James Sunderland doesn't remember why he'd driven his car into the lake. He can't explain why he was rescued, or what led to his decision, but he clings to the hope that someone will help him piece it together before hell freezes over. Douglas Cartland swore he'd never set foot in that godforsaken town again. That vow gets tested when Toluca Lake begins freezing in the middle of summer, against all logic and reason, and resurrects the drowned man he'd given up for dead.

Or, "Nature is healing. Hell is freezing over."

Prologue - Tumblr / AO3

1.

Will you reach heaven unassisted? Or must corpses point the path, Blind eyes glimpsing gold?

Another face swims in.

"Mr. Sunderland: Dr. Takuma again. I know how worn out you must be from the tests you've endured today. Rest assured, we won't keep you for much longer. Before we let you go, though, there is one last thing we must test."

"I need to go home."

"This will move much faster with your cooperation."

The laminated card clipped to the breast pocket claims his name is Robert Takuma. When James observes his face, he sees no connection. Certainly there are pieces that constitute an identity, eyes, nose, and mouth, but no underlying thread stitches them together. They float in a loose amalgamation without coherence or meaning. A mannequin of clothed limbs perches on the stool before him.

"Now, this exercise may seem rather silly and childish on the surface, but it will reveal quite a bit about the nature of your condition. With these flashcards, I will show you a series of illustrations. You tell me which is correct about them. Ready?" He interprets James' silence as consent and raises the first card. "Man or woman?"

James dwells in wordlessness before murmuring, "Woman."

"Why?"

"It's wearing high heels."

"Mm." The card settles in Takuma's lap, replaced by another. "Old or young?"

"Old."

"Why?"

"Cane."

"Good." Hands shuffle the deck. "Blonde or brunette?"

Silence.

"Blonde or brunette, Mr. Sunderland?"

"…I don't know."

"We'll circle back to that," Takuma says. "Which of these is not wearing glasses?"

He chooses the left.

"Point to the figure with a green shirt."

He complies.

"Heart tattoo on the bicep."

That, too.

"Smiling?"

They're treating him like a child.

"If you would, please list three differences between these faces."

He stares at the twin cards. They aren't illustrations but Polaroids. In his left hand, Takuma holds an enlarged facsimile of the photo he keeps in his wallet.

Kept; the lake stole it from him. Where Toluca's minerals leached its color and the water crumbled its grain to dust, the image burns clearly, seared into his mind by the radiant thuribles of the fluorescents burning around them.

In a world where most faces elude him, she shines, clear and lucent.

The other hand shows a horrendously different woman. Pustules swell and blister her complexion like globules of ancient film burning to a close. Melting into a wax grotesquery of herself, deprived of her outer beauty, never abandoning her smile.

The whisper crawls from his vocal cords. "Why do you have pictures of my wife?" A cold trickle forms on the back of his neck as the doctor rises. "No— Who gave you those?"

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Sunderland."

---

Damn it, what kind of game do they think they're playing? They've kept him penned in here for way too long. Locking him in a dim room like this, it's insane. More than insane. It's criminal. Mary's coming home tomorrow. He can't be languishing in the hospital himself.

Confined to a padded mattress, James glances down his arm. Gray, waterlogged skin bundles a loose blanket of flesh over atrophied muscles, showing veins and bones in disgustingly salient detail. Blue vessels weave a fine net over his flesh. IVs have blossomed grotesque bruises along its expanse.

Crushing his lips together, James tears the adhesive. The needle he extracts stings like hell, bringing a startling smatter of crimson to the surface.

Monitors scream, a noise he extinguishes by pulling the cord. No need to alert the nurses.

His head throbs as he wheels his bare feet onto the tile.

God, he's exhausted.

In the corner stands a bureau. Rising on unsteady knees, he shambles toward it.

Swinging the door open, he finds a bright silver square staring back at him. He opts to ignore it as he bends down to put on what remains of his clothes. They've taken his jacket, but at least the undershirt doesn't feel too damp when he slips his arm through the sleeve.

First things first. He's got to find a payphone and call his father. He doesn't want to impose on Frank, but he harbors a faint hope that he might have a spare key to their apartment so he can let Mary inside, allowing her to get settled in with her new nurse.

Hell, he'll pay, if that's what his father wants. Frank will protest anything for family; it's more to ease James' mind. He can't have Mary waiting out in the hall.

Tomorrow, he resolves. He'll straighten this out then. Tell his good Samaritans thank you even though he can't stay. Board a bus for North Ashfield.

The prospect of travel makes him nervous. Mary can hardly stand as it is, and… Well. St. Jerome's can't loan her a wheelchair her insurance won't cover.

She could lean on the wall, he supposes, try to slumber out his arrival, but can he gamble on the landlord allowing her to loiter there? Besides, her circulation's poor. Her hands and feet swell with fluid. Even though he finds himself sweating in this balmy air, she'd shiver.

His head sags on its neck. James indulges a new habit he's formed since being admitted and slowly, deliberately pops his knuckles one at a time. His hands have become skeletal, corded things he doesn't recognize; the water has eroded the muscle and fat that used to reside beneath the skin.

Air pockets crackle the joints as he depresses, with long, thin fingers tapering into chalk-white nailbeds. He doesn't feel them. These can't be his. These are borrowed from someone else, a pair of gloves he's forced to wear, coated in small nicks and gouges.

(woodgrain biting into his flesh when he grips the)

He raises his head to face his reflection.

They alleged this was his as well. All of these unsolicited gifts offered him, as though he had to be introduced as a guest to his own body.

The staff hadn't taken too kindly to his refusals. The first time, they insisted. The second, he grew agitated. Please put that away. He'd made his request clear after the numerous hours they'd spent poking and prodding him to ensure his mind remained intact. His patience had worn thin in worry over how long they were keeping him from Mary.

Wasn't a little disorientation after a car accident to be expected? How many more hoops did they want him to jump? He's healthy, isn't he?

(more than she'll ever be)

The third, he lunged to snatch the mirror from the nurse, but missed. Instead, he wound up knocking it out of her hand, accidentally shattering glass in the process.

James froze when the pieces scattered diamonds across the tiles. Disembodied parts flooded the floor. Eyes, lips, ears. Nothing adding up.

The moment he realized what he'd done, a shameful heat suffused his cheeks, pricking needles under his skin. Look at yourself, he thought, the irony of his inability only pushing the thorns deeper. You're acting like a child. What would Mary think?

James gives empty gaze to the glass, the impostor on the other side mirroring his languid movements. Watched by a mask he cannot remove. The eyes that track him aren't really his own. Two broken-bottle green irises. Not too deep. Too shallow.

Fingers uncertain, he traces the contours of this alien terrain, starting from the bridge of his nose downwards, into the dip of his Cupid's bow. The soft streams of breath he releases through his nostrils tickle him.

A thin sheet of epidermis stretched over musculature, bone, and cartilage. It feels too dead an inheritance to claim.

As he watches this strange reflection mimic his movements, he suffers a dark but fleeting impulse to harm it. If he hooked his dirty nails into the flesh and peeled away his doppelganger's false mask, shed his snake's skin layer by layer, there may be a chance he'd reveal something truer underneath.

(or maybe you would find nothing)

[vanessa-hyde]

Okay, hear me out

What if Ace Trappola and Ace from Alice in the country of hearts met?

Or the leach twins and Dee and Dum-

Should I just make an AU of twisted Wonderland meeting the Alice country series? Probably won't add Dimond cuz I don't know enough about it ;]

[lifeofamanhwareader]

Yeah.. yeah I'm fine tamus.

Hey tamus.. this is going to hurt okay? Just.. would you like me to.. y'know..?

To what?

[marcus-is-death]

Marcus was angry. Very angry. He’d been pulling, no yanking on his blood bond with Chance and the boy would not answer to it. Would not come to him as he bid him too. It rubbed his patience raw. Because Chance belonged to him. And he’d always come when called.

And then he realized Chance was gone. Physically yes. But now mentally as well. And Marcus couldn’t feel him anymore. Caius as well. Apparently. And Marcus never had much patience for insubordination to begin with. They would both pay for this. All of them. His pets and whoever was helping them. Because surely someone was. That leach probably.

“Master.” Rhys appeared before him, down on one knee obligingly.

But Marcus was in a foul mood. And sent a wave of power at him anyway. Bending him to his will like the dead creature he was. Rhys’ body tightened at the pain but he didn’t make a sound. Rhys wouldn’t.

“Master.” He said again, his bow a little deeper. His teeth chattered. The only indication he felt anything at all.

“What?” Marcus snapped, releasing the hold he had. The vampire almost crumbled to the floor. But again, this was Rhys.

“Constance and Monroe.” He said. “Have returned.”

That sparked his attention because why would Rhys assume he wanted to know that? His lip curled. “And?”

“They’ve brought you something. Something I believe you’ll be very pleased with.”

Marcus raised a brow. Did they now? He wordlessly got to his feet. Brushing past Rhys dismissively. He hadn’t brought him anything. So why did he deserve his attention?

They were stationed in an old abandoned school. Because it had various rooms of all sizes. His throne room was the gymnasium. It’s once pristinely polished floor dull with dirt and soot. In there he found his people. Plus their promised bounty. And it was a bounty.

He cast his eyes over his new toys. The girl, Ivy with the sight. But. He’d expected her really. He’d after all sent his pets out to find her. But the other three he had not been expecting. His smile, took on a predatory gleam. Thaddeus. Desmond’s little darling. And he was little now that Marcus actually laid eyes on him. Sporting a very nasty gash on his head that pleased Marcus immensely. Ophien. The Oracle. And… Marcus frowned. Well that wasn’t possible. So it must be Zander. His Xavier’s twin. They all looked like they’d been put through a grater. And that made him laugh, delightfully amused.

“You’ve been very busy… haven’t you?” He purred to Monroe and Constance. Suddenly Chance and Caius’ absences were no longer troubling. He had the Oracle and the Compass. And he could find them when he chose to.

He made to move to his throne when Zander began to stir. The first of the bunch to do so. Marcus changed his trajectory and went to crouch beside him. He reached out, catching him around the face, turning him so that when his confused and pain filled eyes opened, Marcus was all he could see. “There you are.” He cooed with false sweetness.

Zander just stared at him for a moment. And he was a mirror image of Xavier. Only he wasn’t Xavier. He wasn’t looking at him with hateful eyes. And Marcus found that oddly upsetting. He was just staring. Almost like he couldn’t see him at all.

Marcus made an impatient sound. “Really, pet?” He posed to Constance, as he was certain this was her doing.

He finally made a sound. A cross between a moan and a whine. “Oh golly…” he exhaled, going limp. “The crunchy crickets are dancing on the tightrope at he circus..” he said. At least that was what it sounded like.

“Pardon?” Marcus said, slapping his cheek to get a bit more coherency out of him.

Zander let out an indignant little squeak. Batting at Marcus feebly. “Go away, Ophie! The pandas in pajamas are going to eat you!” His objection was almost cute. Though Marcus hesitated to call anything cute.

Ophien, who had been propped up beside Zander seemed to flop over a bit. He hadn’t opened his eyes, but he was certainly growling now. “I’d like to see him try…���

Zander who’d seemed to have stopped his flailing let out a harsh cry of indignation. “Dane can definitely eat you! But then you’d give him indigestion. Because of your foul attitude.”

A pained laugh floated over from the other corner. Thaddeus had apparently awakened too. “I thought…” he coughed, staying flat on the ground where he’d eventually been dropped. “The pajamas didn’t fit.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Zander wailed, grabbing onto Marcus who still held his face, “The package said fits all sizes!”

Marcus blinked, a little in shock, a little bemused. “And who is Dane?” He questioned.

It was Thaddeus who answered. Apparently the only one coherent enough to answer the question. “A panda shifter.” He rolled over, pushing himself into a sitting position, though he wobbled a bit. “Who is going to bite your face off for touching his mate.”

Marcus’ lips twitched though he didn’t smile. “Is he? My goodness. I simply must be shaking in my boots.”

Ophien made a disgruntled sound before opening his eyes. They latched onto Marcus, a foggy focus in them. “Dane isn’t going to kill him.”

Marcus who had been actually rather enamored with Zander, turned his attention back to the Oracle. “Oh? And then…you’ve seen something?”

Ophie let his head fall back against the wall. Evidently pleased with himself for taking Marcus’ attention off Zander. “I’ve seen… it all.”

Releasing Zander, Marcus let him slide away down to the floor with a huff. He was now muttering something about penguins. He moved towards Ophien now. “Tell me.” He ordered, crouching down close. He caught a handful of hair and jerked his head towards him.

Ophien fixed him with a look filled with such malice Marcus preened a bit. Until he spit on him. “No!”

Marcus wiped his face. A familiar coolness taking over him as he decided to be angry about it. He sat back a bit, extending a hand. “Constance, pet. Let us show Ophien what happens to those who defy me?”

Thaddeus growled. Shivering mad. But, Marcus knew better. Thaddeus wasn’t any actual danger to anyone.

[amphiptere-art]

Ok. So since the majority was voting on me making a crossover version of Lantern and pumpkin.

We're going to make a crossover version of Lantern and pumpkin.

So we might be asking how we were supposed to do this. Given that strained black star gave them life for a specific reason. Which is to be a service dog for blue moon. So the big problem is that we don't have a blue moon that needs service dog help. They can handle themselves pretty well being a murderer. So how am I going to handle this conundrum.

Easy. I don't need lantern to specifically be a service dog. He just needs to be a helper. The biggest question is what type of help does Black Star really need? Black Star is so safe and everything right now. He doesn't necessarily need help.

Well news flash. Black Star is still incredibly nervous for his brother. This little tidbit has kind of fallen into obscurity because Black Star doesn't necessarily need to feel this way. But black star very much indeed is still nervous about his brother going to different dimensions. I've mentioned it multiple times that he keeps track of what kind of world his brother is traveling to. He will even leave to do a quick physical check. I just don't mention it much because Blue Moony is relatively safe. But Black star still feels nervous especially given what types of worlds his brother can go into.

So there's nothing saying that a certain dimensional mishap could trigger him into making a lantern. It could possibly be some sort of guilt over Blue Moon getting hurt. Say Blue Moon goes to a dimension and Black Star pops in for a second. Everything seems to be going fine and seems to be hunky Dory. The dimension either feels regular or just good. So Black Star leaves and doesn't keep track of his brother. Only to have blue moon come back absolutely scarred because of something that happened. Probably random and not anything they caused. But black star would probably feel guilty for just thinking it was okay when it wasn't.

So in a state of eternal panic and guilt. He would just be suddenly building lantern. He knows that his dimensional parents and brothers would probably be attempting to stop him, because he's making a random thing for a mistake that he didn't even have a part of. So he's probably going to keep a hidden. Either going to the Ralph in @digi-sams-au-hell LB, and he might attempt to get help from @sigery RLE Pride as long as they don't tell Chaos. Most of his other help will be coming from Cygnus. As they are the most adept at building that isn't connected to a family.

And so crossover lantern will be born. Suddenly thrust into whatever crossover AUs he has, and following Blue Moon around like a puppy. Again slapped with the impossibly advanced cube leaching dimensional travel. Which while I haven't really mentioned it. It's very very hard to do. Dimensional trackers are easy and not connected to the cube. But something that actually teleports somebody along with the cube without touching Blue Moon is incredibly advanced. Something that black star can't quite explain, But is incredibly useful in whatever circumstances exists. And now everyone is probably going to be asking Blue Moon, who the hell their little buddy is. And Blue Moon's just going to tell them it's something Blackstar gave them.

And don't worry about pumpkin. Pumpkin is an entirely repeatable circumstance. It's a sad Jack-o-moon missing his solar dad. And the lantern deciding that he can make just as good as a solar dad with his dad. He exists not because Blackstar made him, But because Lantern felt bad. So it's very easy for pumpkin to exist. Hell I don't even necessarily need a lantern for them to exist. And but I find it funny them being twins.

But either way. There is your crossover lantern and pumpkin!

Now another thing to note. Lantern is going to be slightly different design wise. Now not entirely different. But he's going to be missing those little blind stick harness attachments. Which was the main feature of after story Lantern. So he might get a unique marking on his sides. But the harness attachments won't be there. He's still not going to have a hat, and definitely looks more standard jack o Moon than Tsams jack o Moon like normal. Having the more expressive rays. But otherwise he looks normal. Just a slightly off Jack.

And there you go! Black Star created lantern in secret. Triggered by some sort of unfortunate dimensional mishap with Blue Moon. Lantern starts following around Blue Moon and probably confusing everyone. And then one day lantern picks up pumpkin out of the ether and hands him over to his dad. And now Black Star has two sons in the crossover universe. Yay.

[swanmaids]

Elwing/Eärendil, 40

40. because the world is ending

And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Vingilot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Earendil took her into his bosom; but in the morning with marvelling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face, and she slept. - The Silmarillion, of the Voyage of Earendil and the War of Wrath.

~

Elwing awoke screaming. She thrashed within Eärendil's hold in his cramped cabin bed as the waves rocked the boat beneath them, and he pulled back and stood up, giving her room to move. There were too many thoughts racing through his mind at once.

How had she come to be here? Was she badly hurt? Where were the boys?

~

When he had first beheld the face of his wife where the bird had been, he had wept with relief. The sight of the great albatross with the nauglamir clutched in its beak had been a horror, for the jewel was ever around Elwing’s neck, or in a locked box beneath the floorboards in their bedroom - she would not have relinquished it while she lived. Eärendil had sobbed into the feathers of the bird, despairing.

Then the image of the albatross had shimmered as though in a dream, and before him had laid his sleeping wife.

~

Elwing's screams stopped almost as soon as they had begun. She sat up suddenly, her dark hair damp with sweat and her face leached of all colour. Eärendil felt his chest ache- he longed to rush to her side, to give whatever comfort he could, but years of waking up to Elwing's nightmares had told him that at least right now, she would not wish to be touched.

She stared around the cabin, eyes wide and wild. "Eärendil!" she cried, as their eyes met, "Eärendil, we've failed. They are lost..."

Eärendil suddenly felt very cold.

"Elwing, beloved -"

She stood up from his bed, swaying a little on her feet, and clasped his hands in hers.

"The Fëanorian...beasts... they came upon Sirion by night. They wanted the jewel. They broke through our defences… there was so much killing. Eärendil! The boys!"

In Elwing's great distress, through their ósanwe, Eärendil could feel a glimpse of the carnage himself. He could almost feel the heat of the burning boathouses, could almost smell the gore in the air. But the boys! Where were his sons?

Elwing shook, but she forced herself to continue her tale.

"I sent Idwen and Elemmakil with the boys - to hide, somewhere, anywhere! I took the jewel, and I ran, in the opposite direction. I thought that the light might draw them away. But they must have been spotted. I reached the cliff, and then one of the - of the sons of Fëanor - it was the bloody minstrel - and he said -"

She broke off, and collapsed into his arms in sobs. Eärendil clasped her to his chest, cradling her head in one hand, and their minds melded once more.

~

The minstrel standing before her, sword unsheathed, blood on his weaponry and mail, even in his hair.

We have your children. Your city is lost. Can we not make one trade?

We have your children.

Twin boys snatched from their nurse in a slaughter. Twin boys thrown into the snow to die. Elwing has been here before.

Elwing stepping backwards. The rush of the air as she falls. The sea rising to meet her, the burn of salt in her lungs.

And suddenly, grace, unwanted and unlooked for.

The rise.

~

When he came back to himself, Eärendil was sobbing like a child. Something within himself was splitting in two, or maybe into a million pieces. Only the solid, breathing form of his wife as he held her kept him from flying apart. He breathed in her scent as he kissed her hair, if only to remind himself that they both still lived; here at the end of all things.

In the quiet darkness of Eärendil's cabin, they might have been the only two people left in the world.

"Eärendil," Elwing whispered, barely audible, "what do we do now?"

~

Yet Eärendil saw now no hope left in the lands of Middle Earth, and he turned again in despair and came not home, but sought back once more to Valinor with Elwing at his side. - The Silmarillion, of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crossing × Tales || Aoi twins fanfiction

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TW: POSSIBLE ASIAN HOUSEHOLD DRAMA.

There seems to be something that the twins never anticipated to happened in this world they been dragged into. Not only they cannot use their abilities and powers. Rendering them weak and pitiful against possible enemies (there aren't any to begin with) and environment!

"Aniki where are we going to stay tonight?" The youngest ask the older brother who look at the surrounding. Staring at the people passing by them. "Look Yuuta -kun people don't have faces in this world." He pointed out what he notice earning a sigh from his younger brother. "That's not the point Aniki..." The youngest can only sigh and hope that it will not rain if they decided to stay in the park tonight.

...

A little later, while your walking home you saw two orange trying to not get wet from the rain. They all like pitiful cats in a box. They seems to look at your direction as you went passes them. And as a normal person would do in such situations.

You ignore them and went your way. It's not about being kind. It's more of being careless to entertain weird people you don't even know the names of. What if they are killers? Regrets only come late. Also you dont have a place that allows visitors to begin with.

When you think your walking alone back home you don't realize your being followed by those two to your home. Two set of Green eyes watches as you leave. Mischievous grins like Cheshire cat slowly form at this act of triggering the worse for you.

.

When you arrive home and taken a shower. You heard your parent arriving home and calling out for your name.

"--!!! GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!"

"Wait!!!" You hurried to get dress and went down stairs and saw two orange setting in your dining table with your mom and dad. The two is looking at you with disappointment. You look at the two and your parents. Somehow you do not like how this is going.

"!!! How could you be so irresponsible and a bitch?" You been hit in the head with a slipper and you were about to be defensive about it but it will only trigger more hit.

"WHAT!" you question as you run around the table and refuse to be hit by the slipper once more. "I don't know what you mean? How would I be irresponsible (except for some stuff related to school) and a bitch? You calling me ill names I'm going to file for a lawsuit, this is defamation-- AW!!" you where hit in the face with another flying object.

"I did not raise you to be like that? Do you wanna leave this house for you to speak back to me like that?!" You were been attack with tropical response to a talk back. You sigh and give them a look.

"I don't know and did no crime!" You stand your ground and you parent gives you a look. "Then tell me why those two come here after they reason you breaking up with them after using them?"

"COUGH COUGH. WWWHAT THE HELL..." you chocked on nothing and you felt like you enter a drama that only happened in the shows your parents have often watch those days.

"LANGUAGE!!" You been yelled by your father and you did not accept this false accusations. "I DID NOTHING OF SORT!" you reasoned out. "D-darling... How could you be so cruel!" One of the orange clings to you with tears jerking totally fake crying face.

"You could reject me! But not my younger brother! Please! You could use me all you want and throw me away! But never my brother!" The limelight have stolen and you have the role of a villain.

"WTF." is clearly written in your face and what your saying out loud as you look at this weirdo. You don't even care if your being glared with a look of disapproval by your mom.

"My cute precious brother! How could you? *Sob. Sob." You can feel his tears staining your cloths. You almost thought his being for real till the other said the last line. "Take responsibility! Take responsibility on me and aniki who's... Pregnant with your child!" The other orange have leach onto you as well.

"W.WHAT THE FUCK!?" Your.going to die from embarrassment from those two weirdos! "HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!"you exclaim.

"Don't you know about Omega verse?" The eldest give you a teasing Cheshire grin as if not believing you did not know of that. You turn bright red at the mention of that world but you shake your head off. ALSO WHY IS HE WHISPERING IT TO YOU?!

YOU CANNOT BELIEVE THIS CRAP.

"I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU!" you finally snap from this defamation act! Your reputation is being slander by people you don't even know!

"*GASP! D..darling how could you say such cruel words!" The eldest who change his expression back to his tragic crying face. "A...after you use me! Use me and my brother! *Hic. Hic."

"NO I DONT!" you refuse to believe this crap.

".... How could you not know them? Stop lying." Your mom can only sigh. "Why do you believe some weirdo words than your child!?" You glare at your parents before you where slapped.

".."

"... That's not how to talk to your elders." Your mother says and you just stared at them and the two. Holding your cheek. "You..." Failed me again. "Fine." You sigh as you held back your tears, giving a look to the two intruder and storming off the house. "HAVE THEM AS YOUR CHILD. FUCK OFF." you lash out as you run to the night.

[kitsumidori]

BL3 Remix/Siren Song Lore Post

I couldn't think of a better way to title this but basically this is the rewrite I've been working on for quite awhile and I think it's good enough to post

The majority of the story is somewhat still intact with a few key differences. (More under the cut)

Pre-BL3 

Angel ended up surviving the Control Core assault but was left in critical condition, Lilith helped with her recovery to the point that she became Angel's new mom.

The Calypso twins are not sirens, instead they are Eternals and decided to impersonate as siren's to trick the masses into joining their cult, going so far as covering their rashes with makeup and making fake siren tattoos.

Ava is instead the phaseleach siren and actually came to Pandora because of a strange voice telling her to.

(This would take place when she was 10, so 3 years before BL3's story took off.)

Maya ended up staying in Pandora instead of going back to Athenas since after giving some thought, Athenas maybe her birth home, but all she remembers is being sheltered for most of her life and being used as a threat.

Like in canon, Maya takes Ava in, but more as a daughter rather than just an apprentice.

Tannis is still a siren like in canon, however since Angel is still alive with her powers still intact, Tannis has a different ability rather than phaseshift.

(That being called Phasesight)

Borderlands 3

Pandora 1

The Calypso's did to ambush Lilith, however Tyreen leached her a lot longer than canon, to the point where Lilith was left in a coma 

Fiona is here. While rebuilding the raider, Vaughn recommended a few people he knew with one of them being Fiona and let's just say that she and Lilith became more than just allies.

Fiona was at first staying in Pandora, but after Lilith was attacked she didn't want to leave her side and force herself into the ship while also in complete hysteric 

Prometheus 

Lor’s character is slightly altered, mainly his aggressiveness is toned down and he's way less rude that how he is in canon (still a bit stressed though)

Sasha's here, Malawan believed that she'd disappeared but in reality she was in hiding sabotaging Malawan’s plans.

Athenas

Mostly the same in canon instead with Ava tagging along with the Vault Hunter's since Maya did promise her that she can do a mission as long as she keeps her tattoos hidden from the monks and she'd stick with the Vault Hunter's.

Maya refuses to even step foot on Athenas, she only left the ship when she found out how to open the Anchorhold.

Shortly before, she found out that she was never abandoned by her parents, but was kidnapped by Sophis.

Prometheus 2

The storyline is the same as canon up until the vault of the Rampager.

Troy attempted to leach Maya's powers, but failed miserably and was stop by one of the Vault Hunter's

Maya survived with her powers intact and only suffered a broken wrist.

Troy…wellllll….he ended up getting shot in the head by Moze, killing him instantly (at first...)

This was also when the raiders found out that the Calypso were Eternals.

Before all that, Maya was (attempting) to scold at Ava for putting herself in danger, but after Troy's attempt to kill Maya failed, his subsequent death and the twin's true status revealed, Ava bolted back to the ship and locked herself in her cabin.

Before she had tried to stop Ava, Maya noticed something that the kid dropped. It was a brand new Maliwan corrosive SMG with a note from Ava explaining that she was doing a little snooping and found both the blueprints and developers notes on said gun with the majority of the notes involving Maya's cloud kill ability.

What broke Maya’s heart the most was what's on the keychain ring, it was a tag that said To: Mom, Love ya🩵 From: Ava

This was the first time Ava called her mom…….and she felt like she'd ruined it……

After that, the rest of the BL2 vault hunters join Sanctuary lll and let's just say…..they were pissed.

There basically family at that point and if you go after family, your making it personal

While everyone is arguing on what to do if they came across Tyreen again, Krieg kept silent, brainstorming with himself on what to do with that rat boy's sister if he sees her again.

Due to what happened before, Maya was out of commission (both mentally and emotionally) for awhile

Eden-6

By the time of the Eden-6 arc, Tyreen used her powers to revive Troy (basically the unused Evil Troy design)

Aurelia is still working with the raiders and is undercover, joining the C.O.V to get more info.

Troy still has a weird thing for her but unlike canon……she's not interested in him and think he's a creep (that and she straight up told him that she's a lesbian)

Pandora 2

Prior to Tannis’s capture by the C.O.V, she and Fiona have started to become closer, Tannis also admits that while she's happy for Lilith and Fiona, she can't help but feel a little jealous.

Maya and Ava were able to reconcile, Maya even gave Ava her old Hellfire SMG, to which she was stoked about.

The boss battle with Troy ends a little differently, instead of dying he tries to leach one of the VH's but was instead leached by Ava, leaving him on the brink of death.

Before she fucked of to somewhere else, Tyreen leached what's left of Troy, so some part of him is still with her.

Nekrotefayo 

The raiders still meet Typhon, but instead of how it played out in canon, everyone stops seeing him in a good light not only after learning that he's the father of the Calypso's, but that he's the reason on why the twins act like that and how casually he talks about his shitty parenting.

Maya and Krieg hated him instantly, not only for the fact that the only thing that Typhon values about his late wife involved sex, but also talked about it in front of a 13 year old.

Tannis still admired Typhon at first, but she started to see the cracks and is now both embarrassed and disgusted at all the praise she gave him.

Lilith had since awoken from her coma and wanted to join the Vault Hunter's trip to Nekrotefayo, much to the displease of the other raiders.

And let's just say that it's taking every amount of her strength to not straight up kill Typhon.

The raiders then realized that Typhon was a huge liar and that he was never a vault hunter.

The vault on Nekrotefayo was already opened by the time he and his wife Leda arrived, the shit he said on his audio logs either never happened or were grossly exaggerated, but most damningly he stole Tannis’s research notes from her early days on Pandora and claimed that he open the vault of the Destroyer.

While Typhon was restraining Tyreen, something in Lilith snapped and……she ended up murdering Typhon…….

Pandora 3

From then on the storyline is the same as canon, up until the final cutscene where Lilith sacrifices herself after getting her powers back.

Instead of dying or going MIA, she survived thanks to the Watcher, but was gravely injured.

Once she has recovered, she announces that she's retiring and is making Maya the new leader of the Crimson Raiders.

Tyreen miraculously survived the battle. Everyone believes she's dead and she'd like to keep it that way.

[riverdale-retread]

recast edgar evernever for fun

The other Sprouse. Whats his name. Dylan. That one.

NO HEAR ME OUT, because it would be extremely funny if both Polly and Alice become as obsessed with a tanned blonde that looks just like Jughead, especially because practically the only time Polly and Jughead are in the same room is when she's imprisoned at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy and he's being pressed to the wall one handed by a burly guard, and Edgar and Jughead never ever meet. It would be even better if the show just never addressed it, in any way, because Lili R would act the shit out of Betty recognizing that this is yet another blonde lost son of FP that is probably a twin to Jughead but never saying anything because not even the people who saw Jughead daily in school - Cheryl, Toni, Kevin, Fangs - seem to make that recognition. Who's with me? *

*probably no one.

In the alternative, I would have liked to see an almost no-name theater actor who specializes in playing, like, Father Christmas and other friendly, elderly paternal figures, but with charisma leached out, for realism. The actual heads of cults are really a bizarre mystery because the people who fall under their sway say how awesome and awe inspiring they are, but the photographic evidence always shows someone much less attractive and interesting looking than the actual followers.