#piss on your so-called SOLDIER “honor”

[xdevilrushx]

SOLDIER this, SOLDIER that. "SOLDIER's honor"…

Being a SOLDIER is nothing to be proud of.

If anything, Cloud dodged a bullet by not making it into that den of war criminals back when he was still harboring childish dreams of winning glory in battle at no personal or psychological cost. (No collateral damage in fantasyland, after all. War is just a happy-go-lucky boy-scout adventure where nothing bad happens.)

Somehow the entire fandom seems to have missed that particular lesson (not to mention post-CC Square continuing to warble on about SOLDIER members like being a useful idiot for a fascistic empire is something to take pride in).

And, SOLDIER dropout or not, he still ended up surpassing all of them.

[joesalw]

To answer a question you posed;

She wanted Joe to apologize to prove his undying devotion. I genuinely think she doesn't have a healthy perspective on love and she strikes me (and some of her lyrics back this) as someone who puts her partner through tests to prove their love. So she may have broken up with Joe expecting him to run back and say sorry for being depressed and when he didn't, she grew angry. And since we know now from one of her songs that she was looking at his location on her phone, she was probably pissed that he went back to England and was going out/moving on with his life. I think the mix of chaotic fame and no guardians preserving her innocence has unfortunately taught her that life and love are a series of ups and downs rather than mundane. Her perception of love is a telenovela.

Tbh Joe had proved his love for her several times already. From her previous songs like afterglow, the great war and even me! she sings that she is the one who always tried to end their relationship but he was always persistent and fought for it. She kept putting him through tests to the point it must drain him mentally.

"Tell me that we'll be just fine even when I lose my mind"

"Tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want even when I break your heart"

"When we had the fight out in the rain, you ran after me and called my name... I never wanna see you walk away"

"I lived like an island punished you through the silence"

"I pinned your hands behind your back, thought i had reasons to attack but no"

"Soldier down on the icy ground, looked up at me with honor and truth. Broken and blue so I called off the troops"

"Why'd i have to break what i love so much"

"Daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you"

"You said I'd have to trust more freely"

"I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you"

It kind of annoys me how joe kept fighting for her and trying to prove his love because man it really sounds draining. Even this time, she wanted a similar response from him where he'd fly back from the other side of the world and tell her how sorry he is and apologize. But finally he got fed up and accepted the decision (i think he outgrew her too) and that's what made her so pissed. She's mad because he's moving on. Hence, all the scheming and plotting to make him look like a villain.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Poems of Love (Gaz x F!Reader)

This is part one of the Love letter series (In slow process, please be patient). Starting off with everyone’s favorite pretty boy Gaz! This is just a love poem from reader to our helicopter surivor!

Warnings: Violence against another person, mentions of racism, hurt with written comfort, fluff, writer has very, very little military knowledge!

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If you could have had it your way which you did but only a little bit, you would have scarred up the bitch that decided it was a great idea to talk shit about your sergeant. Price had intervened when he was brought in for the commotion, finding you and her in a pile on the ground of the mess hall, your fist repeatedly meeting her face. The guy she was with looked just as bad as she’ll look after Price had Ghost pull you off of her.

”Alright! What the hell is going on here?!” He turns to you expecting an answer, before you can speak however the girl you had been wailing on decided to speak up.

”She just went mental and attacked us!” Ghost scoffed, “Sounds like a load of shit private.” Ghost looks to Price who says nothing, still looking at you for an answer. “What happened, sergeant? I won't ask again.”

You took a breath to center yourself, placing a hand on Prices wrist, a sign you were truly pissed and grateful for your captain holding you back. You looked at Gaz who was staring at the floor, with Johnny patting his back. “Sir, the guys and I were simply enjoying our lunch, when Private Downs and her buddy Private Fallow decided it was an amazing idea to address Sergeant Garrick by racial slurs. I took it upon myself to defend his honor.”

Price looks at Gaz and Johnny, who confirm the story. Price turns you loose to Johnny so you can see if Gaz is okay. He had told you not to worry about it, to leave it be as it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before, he admired your sense of violent justice and need to defend him.

Price clears his throat, “Well, as it stands we here in the military, especially the 141, don’t take kindly to that sort of talk. You both being in the military, fairly new or not, should probably re-evaluate your life choices. If you find joy in tormenting your fellow high ranking officers perhaps we should remove you.”

”Remove us how?! It’s just words! W-we were just joking!” Ghost rolls his eyes and jostles Private Downs to shut her up. “You’ll shut your bleedin mouth! Sergeant Garrick is more of a soldier than you and your friend’ll ever be in your whole career!”

”Ghost take ‘em to my office. Sergeant!” “Captain?” “Good work defending your colleague, next time though try to make it a bit less bloody, eh? Cleaning duty for a week.” “Totally worth it sir!” Price and Ghost leave with Downs and Fallow in hand ready to put them through back to basic for behavioral and tolerance training.

Gaz had thanked you but told you it wasn’t necessary, he seemed distanced after that. Only saying hello in passing, you thought it was either what the two idiots had said or that he was mad at you, possibly both. Johnny and Ghost had assured you it wasn’t anything you did.

Taking the time you had to sit around after hours you penned him a letter. A poem really but you were hoping it would put him in a better mood. It took you a few hours but once you had finished it and read it over, you folded in up and went to slide it under his door for him to read in the morning.

-The next morning- Gaz pov-

He really wasn’t up for dealing with anyone today, especially not after yesterday's events, but none the less he had to get to up and start his day. Duty called and he had to be at morning training to help Ghost with recruits. He thought back to you and how fast you were to defend him, he was appreciative yes but it really wasn’t a big deal, it came with the military. Some people are just stuck in the Middle Ages like and you can’t help them.

Freshly showered and changed he was about to leave when he noticed a letter on the floor, his name scrawled across the front in beautiful script. He picked it up and sat at his desk to read it.

It looked like your hand writing but he doesn’t remember it looking so nice and neat, havin only ever seen you writing reports in messy, somewhat legible chicken scratch. As he opens it and begins to read he feels his heart swell.

‘To the prettiest man I know

Your bravery knows no bounds, leaving me breathless at your wonder. Akin to a warrior, a deity, war and peace become you. An angel.

Your beauty would be compared to that of Narcissus, of a warm summer day and lovely autumn nights. Your eyes bring delightful thoughts of dark chocolate in the shade and shine like the brightest amber whiskey in the light.

Skin aglow in the afternoon sun and glistening with sweat,  who could ever deny you? Aphrodite herself would bargain with you for your secrets. Would regale you with tales of beauty and mark you as one yourself and no one would bat an eye in disagreement.

I look upon your beauty and heroism with awe and hope that one day I could stand in even a shred of your greatness. If you were a god I would worship at your alter for all of my days, the most devoted supplicant, spreading your praises through any means.’

Gaz must have read it 4 times and he didn’t know what to say, his eyes were a little bit misty. Others had praised him yes, for his efforts on the field, his medals, but no one had ever called him a deity. No one had ever complimented his eyes like that. He rubbed at is eyes, letting out a huff, before folding up the letter and placing it in his desk drawer before heading out to morning practice. His heart feeling lighter.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Wukong, sitting on Nez Ha's shoulders as he screams in General Li Jing's face: YOU DAMN WELL BETTER FIND A DIFFERENT SOLUTION FOR THIS SHIT, GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER, AND ACT LIKE THE GENERLA YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AND NOT THE FUCKING COWARD YOU'RE ACTING LIKE NOW BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO FIGHT THAT STUPID RHINO PIECE IF SHIT IN SINGLE COMBAT IM COMING AFTER YOUR ASS!

General Ji Ling: Don't you dare call me a coward! Especially when you are the cowardly one in this situation to deny an honorable duel!

Wukong, even louder and more pissed off: IN WHAT WAY IS A HEAVILY PREGNANT PERSON NOT WANTING TO RISK THEIR GODDAMN BABY BY FIGHTING A GIANT RHINO DEMON A COWARDLY THING TO DO!? GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING YOU SON OF A *INSERT BAD WORD*, BEFOFE I SHOW YOU HOW 'COWARDLY' THIS EXPECTANT MOTHER REALLY IS!!!

Needless to say, General Li Jing gets his shit together, and there's a new joke amongst the barracks

referencing this post.

I just love the imagery of Nezha holding Sun Wukong like that since, in Wukong's mind, Nezha's still a kid and it's reasonable that he's freaking out after getting his weapons taken away - he's a cub after all, no reason to yell at him for getting scared.

In the "open" Jttw Stone Egged au; Mac's just standing next to his mate with a proud shit-eating grin. Like "Heck yeah! My mate is so fierce and wise! Y'all can't measure up to him in a fist fight." He loves it when his mate goes off on celestials. <3

Mac eventually just sneaks in via the shadow under the cave door and kills the Rhino King in his sleep. Lao Tzu was disappointed/upset, Mac didn't care - hows it feel to have the fate of someone you care about in the hands of another, jerk?

It becomes a joke amongst the celestials that General Li Jing was shown up by a pair of mated monkeys (one pregnant) while unarmed. He glares at any soldier that dares make a comment about it.

Celestial Soldier: "So... arm wrestling competition. The General or the King?" Thunder Spirit: "The King definently. You saw how close he was to crapping himself when he got the pagoda taken away. Even in his current state, I bet Sun Wukong could fold him like origami." Fire Dragon: "Absolutely. Whilst me and my fellow dragons were captured by the Ring, the monkey was willing to confront the Rhino demon head on in battle whilst General Li coward." Macaque, on the ground miles below: *smiling and tail swishing proudly for his King*

Mac doesn't even bother rubbing it in that he succeeded where the armies of heaven failed. He's too happy that Wukong finally give the general a piece of his mind.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Grow Forever, Never Yield (Aemond x Reader)

This was actually the easiest one to write, I loved writing this character and wanted to write a slightly enemies to lovers type of thing, this was requested by @aegvn I hope this is what you imagined and you enjoy it as much as I did

“The prince has surpassed me in his sword fighting skills I am no longer a worthy opponent to him, I would like to invite another skilled warrior to court”

“Whom will that be Ser Criston?”

“The lady (y/n) Phoenix”

“Of firebend? They would never allow their own to join our court”

The house of Phoenix at the firebend land was amongst the last of the rebels and as allied themselves with the Dornish during the age of Aegon the conqueror, inevitably they came to a treaty of peace with the Targaryen king that allowed them somewhat freedom if they agreed to acknowledge Targaryens as the true kings, in retaliation they decided to make the words of their house be

“Grow forever, never yield”

The lady (y/n) was the second child of Nevan Phoenix, she was known for her skill at yielding a sword amongst all of 7 kingdoms, the girl was young, mayhaps a year or two Aemonds senior still she had established herself to be a legend and a name that could install fear to any knight with a mixture of the men wanting to meet this legend that came from the far lands of firebend.

“Who would be better at preparing a prince for any battle other than what they call “the strangers' daughter”?”

The house of Phoenix had been in battle when she was just at the age of 14, thankfully the girl seemed to scoff at death, (y/n) had come victorious and led her brothers' army better than any man would have, to gaze upon her stallion as she held her sword and waited to give the signal to charge was a sight only a few could witness,

“If you die, die with honor”

(Y/n) would often say to her soldiers, some even whispered that even though she got injured she kept on fighting, hence the nickname of her being a descendant of the God of death.

Otto leaned back in his chair, it would be a great opportunity to remind the Phoenix of their treaty, with Viserys getting weaker and Rhaenyras claim shaking if Aegon had Phoenix on his side then others would follow only out of fear of facing her in battle.

“I suppose sending a raven would not be so bad”

“I will arrange it, thank you, lord hand”

-

(Y/n) was already bored of kings landing, the place reeked of piss and the common folk is starving, she had opened the window of her carriage and she could already count dead bodies that lay on the streets.

“What is the purpose of dragons and glory if you cannot even take care of your land and people?”

“Unfortunately some kings do not see past their noses and tall castle walls”

Her father responded he was not pleased with the visit either, howbeit he had given up his seat as the lord of the land to his firstborn son Henley since Nevan had phrased it as

“I am too old to support my family, I shall pass the torch and legacy to a mind full of ideas and a heart full of zest for life”

Henley was a noble and wise young man, peaceful and certainly diplomatic, he could talk his way out of anything before his opponent could even comprehend what had happened.

(y/n) was close to her dear brother and was immensely proud of the man he had grown to be, Henley’s first decision was to announce (y/n) as the First Lady commander of the knights, she was the reason he was alive.

“Why did we even agree to this? I do not wish to train a spoiled brat of a prince”

“Aemond Targaryen is a prince and mounts a very large dragon, as much as we are rebels at heart we must pick our battles wisely”

Her father advised her making her blow bubbles out of boredom mixed with denial of his words standing true, they could have easily found a way to deny the invite, she was certain that her brother hid behind this act of kindness, to keep their end of the bargain and appear as a pacifist leader to avoid conflict.

Before (y/n) could utter another smart remark and ridicule the name “Targaryen” even further she was interrupted by the carriage coming to a halt, she took a deep breath as a way to steal time and gather herself along with restraining her attitude.

“Let’s get this over with”

She spoke in a gritted tone before she got off their carriage to stand next to her father, before she was standing at the queen and lord hand, along with a young girl and boy, the queen did her best to hide her surprise at the young lady’s appearance, however (y/n) picked up at the widen eyes and clench of the fists which only made her smirk.

“Queen Alicent, I must thank you for the invite to your court”

“Welcome to kings landing lord Phoenix, it is an honor to have you and your daughter here”

(Y/n) chose to stay silent, her demeanor was cold and stoic as she held her head high and her chest puffed out, she mirrored her father down to his core, a true warrior.

Her copper hair was pulled back to one thick braid making her scar that overtook almost the entire left side of her face even more intense and visible, it was quite ironic since Aemonds had lost his right eye whilst the lady was missing her left.

The scar she held was twice the size of Aemonds, whoever did it wanted to cause pain and even craved to disfigure her, Aemond thought that not only did that person fail but since the lady was standing and had created a legend out of her name the person was unsuccessful, she was the most interesting person Aemond had ever seen, he never thought he would say a such thing but “she wears it well”

Her clothing was a dark dress but if you took a close look the detail of it was marvelous, you could even observe the drawing of a Phoenix at the hem of it, it was certainly eye-catching yet it embodies her character.

“Is this why you asked us to train the prince? You believed I would be best because of our similar injury?”

(Y/n) was visibly offended by this coincidence, it was truly not Ser Coles's intention nor reasoning behind his choice of a teacher, it all came down to the tales of her talent that he had heard amongst other soldiers.

(Y/n) spoke in a calm tone yet her voice was stern and demanding, she stared at Aemonds soul with fire in her eyes, Aemond was also taken back by the lady, it was the first time he had seen someone as young as him that has suffered the same fate as him.

“No, my lady, we do not wish to offend you, we merely admire your accomplishments”

Ser Criston took a step forward as he was the one responsible for (y/n)s arrival to court, silence overtook the group as Nevan was also skeptical now that he was present, he also did not want to intervene since it might make the matters worse knowing his daughters' temper stops at nothing when she feels disrespected or threatened.

“We have heard tales of you but you are beyond our expectations, my lady, we just wish for our prince to learn from the best”

“Very well, I think we had enough pleasantries, we are not here to sweet talk one another, I shall rest for the rest of the day, I will see the prince on the morrow at your training yard, I do not want to be disturbed by anyone unless it is my father until then, whom will escort us to our chambers?”

-

(Y/n) had whipped the prince to shape, she was resilient, cunning, and tireless, Aemonds entire body ached so bad that he had to sit in a bath of scorching water just to ease his muscles for at least an hour.

(Y/n) had once barged in and laughed at him, she ridiculed him with her words as Aemonds face showed no emotion as she spoke, well mostly as she laughed at him from her high horse “Was she also in pain? Probably too stubborn to admit that the practice also took a toll on her” he thought as he watched her go back and forth in front of him, though he was filled with rage from her little stunt, how dare she walk in at a such vulnerable hour.

“What type of lady walks in so shamelessly when a man is bare? I take it as a sign of you not being a true maiden?”

“Is that all you got? Your pride is so bruised that you cannot think of a better insult than one of my virtue? I suppose it suits a man, still, I would take not being a maiden if I had to choose to be that or laying with my brother or uncle”

Aemonds next move was something that she did not even expect, he rose revealing every single part of him, to Aemonds surprise (y/n) was unfazed and just eyeballed him straight in the face, she did not even glance for just a minute past his neck nor was there any sign of her being uncomfortable.

“I understand that in your land you have different customs but you are in kings Landing now, Vhagar is quite peckish around this hour and you would surely be a delectable snack to her”

“You can do as such that is true, are you sure you want to face the wrath of my family? We did not name our land firebend for nothing”

(Y/n) had a way of pushing his buttons, sending him to madness, and forcing him into losing his cool was her favorite hobby, one would suppose it is befitting if you take into consideration that her family's entire legacy was to oppose the Targaryens and remind them that they would always be the thorn that bled their reputation, even going as far as to making their sigil a Phoenix with its wings spread, the animal that is known for rising amongst the ashes, the ashes of dragon fire in this situation.

Aemond relished walking in the garden upon the hour of the ghosts, it was the only time this forsaken castle was quiet, Aemond had lived almost his entire life in solitude, not a child that made friends naturally and that worsened after Driftmark, the silence brought him comfort as the breeze went through him was refreshing.

“Incoming”

A voice erupted as someone attacked him from the back, luckily Aemond was quick on his feet and ducked just in time to miss the spike of a sword only by an inch, Aemond was unharmed and forced to defend himself with his bare hands.

“You sneaky bitch”

He spat as he went into defense, he could barely see her from the darkness that surrounded him as she marched at him with full force, you could hear their grunts as they had a go at one another.

“You think every war will be in broad daylight and fair? Some bastard can attack you even when you take a piss”

She taunted him, (y/n) did not hold back nor empathized with the prince who was put in a situation that wasn’t beneficial to him whatsoever, on the contrary, she was thoroughly enjoying seeing him struggle.

Aemond had suffered from attacks ever since the incident, in this moment he was pulled back into the time he was a boy and had to come out alive after his nephews resorted to violence over Vhagar, his breath was short and sharp as his eye squinted and had started to sweat.

Aemond grew vicious, not caring for precautions or if he made some serious damage to her, in his delirium he was placed in a death or life situation and he would be damned if he did not come out of this alive and well.

(Y/n)s laughter was replaced by a loud grunt and a thud once her back was forced against the wall and Aemonds hand was by her neck, his fingers clenching her airway making it harder for her to draw a breath.

“Yield”

He commanded in a low tone at her as she struggled under his grasp, he detected the struggle in her eye, even then her pride was strong, visible since she refused to make a sound and did her best to keep her composure, she did not want to give him the satisfaction of taking her as weak.

At that moment something in him changed, instinctively his chest collided with hers, the warmth of her body was inviting and her scent of vanilla was mouthwatering, he didn't even realize how close he had come to with his nose tracing her neck.

(Y/n) grew goosebumps at the strange sensation though she was thankful that Aemond was distracted enough to loosen his grip, she remained still as she took a few breaths to relax her system and regain her strength.

“What are you doing?”

“I was imagining a blade gracing this gorgeous neck of yours”

“Strange, I would love to do the same to you”

Aemond let out a sound of pain at the sudden move of (y/n) kneeing him in his stomach, she wanted to go for the crotch still she decided it would be best to spare him this one time.

Aemond took a step back however he laughed between his agony at her stubbornness of not wanting to admit that she enjoyed the intimate encounter as much as he did, his arms hugged him to soothe his stomach from the pain while she looked down at him, her hands were shaking and for a minute she wanted to run away, hide after being caught like a little girl that was eyeing the stable boy.

“It was silly of you to ask me to yield, you have forgotten I am a Phoenix, a word of advice for next time, never lose focus”

“I never lost focus my lady, I had no weapon, so I used what was available, my charm”

“Well judging by the fact I only kneed you and did not draw my sword from the belly button to your shoulder then never do that again”

“Was it truly that repulsive or are you just so prideful that you do not crave to admit that you liked it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous”

“Am I? Sweet (y/n)”

His voice was melodic as he got closer to her once again, now it was her that was defenseless and she was back again to the wall, the eye contact between them never broke as Aemonds hands found their way to the sides of her waist, (y/n) was frozen, for once in a life she did not know what to do.

Aemond was in full control when his nose brushed against hers and (y/n) closed her eyes letting out a breath that parted her lips ever so slightly.

“Seven hells, let us not do this”

“Why? The sweetest bite comes from the forbidden fruit”

“Mayhaps, but I am no fruit, I am a warrior and you are a stuck-up, obnoxious, little prick”

“A little prick that has you blushing, it is alright, I am a gentleman, and I will not expose you if you choose to take a bite”

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[emmatgc]

Thomas Shelby "IN LOVE"

There's a lot of debate. A lot of doubts. A lot of craziness as to who Tommy love the most and such. Not to be mean but, love is relative and subjective. No easy way. It can be platonic, sexual, familial , romantic, friendly, transaction, and of course, soul mates. Im sure you reading this, you have your girl and pick for Tommy. Good. So that by the end of this post, you might double check your choice.

How do you know Tommy is in love?

He pauses at the sight of her

His eyes never leave her

She is the only one that exists in a crowd there is only her

Curiosity gets the best of him

He becomes soft, pissed off but still soft

He asks her to dance.

Smiles and flirts all damn time with ger

The mere presence of her, he is breathless

The world stops if she is there

He sighs endlessly towards her

He is a jerk but a jerk that can change his mind if its her

He plays a game, he makes the rules but breaks the rules for her

He sold her to Kimber, yet didn't want her, too. He was clearly falling, hard.

Didn't want any man to touch her obviously, too.

He sought her company.

Always wants to be near her, no matter what.

He knows something is off but he is not blinded, rather he chose to go blind.

Why? His ideal girl is real.

A woman of character and substance

She is here. She is her.

Yet, he feels undeserving. As it should be.

But fate is funny.

A copper. A spy. An enemy. An elite.

He fell in love with their enemy. The very people he hates the most.

He saw her. She saw him.

She changed his mind, he didn't mind.

Until its all over the 1st time.

She got caught. He was empty handed but they had already made love.

First time, he already meant forever.

"You waiting home for, what time do you call this?" Sort of thing

She tried to tell him but he was more concerned of her leaving.

She was after all his soldiers minute.

She left. He let her go.

Too hurt to admit.

To prideful to admit defeat.

But its too late. In love he was, guilty as charged.

A very twisted and conflicted man but in a snap, never in question his love towards her.

See, Tommy is damaged goods. Long before the war, he was already heartbroken.

Greta, his 1st love.

He settled after the war. A hero with PTSD. All down to the drain. Unmarried. Sullied. Stained. Ruined.

He kept going for his family. He loves his family.

But he was never loyal to them.

Never again with love he says so he continued with whores and business lovers.

Another love or loves, he tried.

Nobody is questioning how many girls or people Tommy loved.

He loves them in any form, size and yeah pockets.

Yet never once questioned, who Tommy was in love the most.

For the answer is crystal clear.

Two years passed, she returned.

Her letters were burnt but still he accepted it anyways.

He still knows where she live.

He f*cks whores, particularly his favorite whore to forget and convince himself, he has forgotten about her. The girl is obviously in love with her, they were friends but still pays her anyways.

Then, he stumbled upon a widow. A desperate one. Another woman with class. He thinks more than feels. A jackpot for business, and yes pleasure. Plus, somebody to take care of the horses!

Yet through it all, he named his horse in her honor.

He continues to be a manwhore and cannot stop thinking about her.

She got married.

That should be the end of it but no, not by a chance.

What was he thinking or waiting for, eh?

He was hoping.

Hoping its not the end of their love story.

At what expense though? to be the other guy?

He finally summoned the courage to call her. Respond to her letter like a toy soldier.

He was having a mood, after a f*uck while being in a "relationship" to the horse woman

But the 1st thing he did was call her.

He got through but not the voice he was hoping for.

He was jealous.

Tommy was speechless.

She called back.

He pauses in disbelief. He sighs, again.

He complains a bit its not a good time but doesn't want the call to end

They have to meet. He wants to meet, too.

The reunion happened.

He was ready for war to punish her for being married and leaving

He impressed her. Really gave her 3 whiskeys.

Pissed of her husband and her are trying for a baby

Thinking she came back for him

Only to ask her if he could see him again like a little puppy.

Got slapped but still so soft.

He can never be mad, she can never go wrong

He respected her so much.

Never once questioned her choices. He answers immediately to her. She talks. He listens. He even bought the lies, before. Sneaky barmaid.

I need you like water, his eyes says so. Full of lust, desire and love. Perfect combination.

At the derby, F*ck, im dying , i don't care about the baby to yes, we are getting married.

Love is a strange feeling for Tommy.

He felt it. Big time. This 2nd chance is a sign.

A wedding happened, full of enemies

A groom so tense its actually too funny.

Tommy who back hugs her, neck kisses her, not a care in the world.

Who lets the cavalry in, all by her design

For her. Because of her.

Honeymoon was a blast.

Tommy couldn't stop kissing, touching and making love to her.

He would die in her bed, I bet he prefers that way.

Tommy in love is like a poet.

So romantic and fragile.

Hence, it shouldn't be, they say.

She gave him a son.

They were perfect like the trinity.

He thought he could have it all.

She died by the very hands he tried to stop.

But death is only 1 thing for Tommy.

She never died in his mind heart and soul.

Still, he was in love with her.

Longs for her touch , scent and embrace

Married again, chaotic and miserable

So fuckin miserable.

He was never, ever the same.

The dead becomes his source for life

holding on to her, like she is still there

Never alone, he says.

Never alone.

He didn't move on because he doesn't want to.

Her huge portraits, enough to scare the new wife are actually symbols of his undying adoration.

Any new wife would feel insecure, as they should.

For a dead woman looms all over a super alive wife who cant even get close half as a husband should treat a wife.

Tommy should know better. But he doesn't.

He would always choose her in a heartbeat.

Men like Tommy rarely falls in love.

He is like a red tail fox.

1 mate forever.

How about, Greta?

Well, she died. But the biggest difference? he was able to move on from her.

That is why He found Grace and never looked back.

He didn't let her go.

Couldn't let her go.

Wouldn't let her go.

The world might end, but for Tommy, it ended anyway when Grace died.

Guilt or not , ghost or not, he will forever mourn her for he loves her truly and deeply.

Rewind, would you, reader.

Open your eyes.

Was your girl ever treated this way?

In Wuthering heights , its been said "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same".

They were the same.

Tommy was only in love once. He loved Greta but he was and will forever be in love with Grace. And the others? They had a purpose but it wasn't for a lifetime.

Grace is Tommy. Tommy is Grace.

That is the ultimate secret.

Thomas Michael Shelby.

He can love them all

But only with Grace, he was utterly, devastatingly, painfully, completely, deeply in love.

She stopped the shovels.

Never in question. Never in doubt.

Grace might be in heaven for sure. Tommy in hell.

But heck, they will make a way.

For them to be together once more.

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Steve while he is on the run and sticks with him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

Chapter 11: Babymoon

Warnings: swearing, angst

Baby girl Y/L/N was born at 30 weeks gestation, 11 lbs, 1 oz and 25 inches. She was closer in size to a 3 month old than a newborn.

Y/N had been contemplating a name ever since she found out she was having a girl. When she first found out she was pregnant, before Steve left her, she had thought about naming a girl Sarah after his mom. Now she was uncertain but refused to use any inspiration from Steve.  She thought about Jamie since Bucky had been such a rock for her but baby wasn't his and maybe Y/N had dreams of her and Bucky's kids in some hopeful future. She wasn't sure how he felt but some of his actions pointed to romantic feelings. It was hard to trust her instincts after Steve.

The day after baby was born, after breakfast, a lady from the records office showed up to record all the details for her birth certificate. Bucky watched with interest because Y/N had kept mum about her decision.

Y/N looked at Bucky and smiled at him lovingly "Her name will be Guinevere Hope Y/L/N."

When asked who the father was she made a face, "Unknown" then smirked at Bucky with a glint in her eye. He looked at her a little shocked but said nothing.

The recorder missed the looks but smiled at them and kept her assumptions to herself when she saw how big the baby was born. She left wishing them the best.

Bucky turned to look at Y/N as she nursed not so little Winnie, with a question on his face.

She smiled at him "Guinevere because she was the lead female in my favorite play, Camelot, which my father introduced me to. But we will call her Winnie, to honor the woman who raised an amazing man like you, of course. I wish I could thank her in person because you saved me, Buck. I don't know how I would have dealt with everything without you."

He looked surprised and blushed "I don't know what to say, doll. I uh" he stammered, then swallowed "Ok. And father unknown?"

She smirked again "It's really a safety thing. We don't need to advertise that there's a super soldier baby. Pepper and I talked about it. The fact that it denies him that basic acknowledgement is just a bonus." She giggled

Winnie pulled back to see about this noise her mama was making and smiled, even tried to laugh but it came out as a little cough. Y/N smiled and put her over her shoulder to burp her.

Bucky was startled by the loud and slightly wet burp that came out and jumped a little.

Y/N chuckled "Some super assassin, scared of a baby's burp. We need to make sure to tell Helen she smiled already. I'm pretty sure that's not a newborn thing. I think this little one will keep me on my toes."

The peace was broken when Steve showed up with flowers and another teddy bear with a pink bow and a Captain America shield.

Y/N tensed and Winnie picked up on it, rubbing her face on her mama's shoulder.

Steve smiled "I left after she was born last night, you looked tired so I figured today would be better." He reached out to rub the baby's back but she mewled and flinched when he touched her so he quickly pulled his hand back, his smile faltering.

He rubbed Y/N's shoulder which she shrugged off and turned to glare at him. "Why are you here, Steve?" She asked coldly.

He looked pissed for a moment before he reined his temper in "Y/N, you know why I'm here. Regardless of what happened between us, she is my daughter and I have the right to get to know her."

She shook her head "I wouldn't come here boasting about any rights, right now. I told you I wouldn't keep you away from her but I had to have an emergency c-section after you came pushing your way back into my life and caused all kinds of unnecessary stress. She and I both could have died yesterday but you didn't think about that when you forced your way into my house, did you? When have you ever really considered me first, since we've met? It's always what you want, what you need, what you deserve."

Steve tried to protest but she cut him off.

"Even if you didn't know I was pregnant, you still left Bucky behind. After all we went through and all your end of the line bullshit, you left him here to fend for himself in a future he didn't belong in either. I can't believe how selfish you are." She was getting worked up again and Helen came quickly after the blood pressure monitor started beeping.

"Y/N, you need to calm down, your blood pressure is spiking again and-" she noticed Steve and shook her head "I should have known you were here, Captain. You need to leave and stop upsetting my patient. No more visitors."

Steve looked at Bucky who wasn't moving to leave "What about him?" He spat "Why does he get to stay?"

Helen shook her head again, "Because he's her birth partner and-. Ugh, just go."

Steve looked like he was going to protest but deflated when he watched Y/N and Bucky interact and care for little Winnie. He shook his head and left.

Steve went over to see Sam for some support but it didn't go how he expected. Sam wasn't pleased with him either.

"You left her, man. Without even saying goodbye and you wonder why she's so hostile with you? Seriously?" Sam chastised him.

Steve shook his head, "But I wanted.."

Sam interrupted "All I keep hearing about from you is what you want or deserve. What about what she deserved? What Bucky deserved? Leave them alone."

Steve clenched his jaw "But she's my girl and Bucky just swooped in and-"

Sam had it "Enough!! She was your girl and Bucky has been helping her since you weren't there. If her and Bucky are happy together, I think they both Deserve that."

Steve sighed "I just wanted to be a father, have a family. But now I have to share that family with him."

"Him?" Sam scoffed 'You mean the best friend you abandoned? I thought you'd be glad he has found some happiness." Sam countered.

Steve sat with his head in his hands "This isn't how it was supposed to go. Growing old with Peggy was supposed to be like I dreamt of as a kid but she wasn't a fan of all the trappings of that dream. I wanted to retire and rest, travel without having to fight anyone but she wouldn't slow down so I was home alone too much. Kids would have interfered so she refused. She didn't have time to cook and clean so I became a house husband. Not to mention the guilt over leaving Y/N and Bucky behind." He looked up at Sam

"I felt like I would never get it in this time so I went back and still didn't get it."

Sam sat next to him "I'm sorry going back wasn't everything you wanted but that doesn't excuse your actions then or now. You almost got Y/N and your daughter killed the way you stressed her out so much." He paused "Just give them a minute to settle in and she will let you have time with the kid."

Steve spoke so low Sam almost didn't hear "Y/N named her after Bucky's mom, not my mom but his."

Sam patted his shoulder "Yeah, I know but he's been there for her, takes care of her and she wanted to honor that.

You need to respect that too."

Steve drew in a breath like he was going to say something else but he saw the look on Sam's face and deflated.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning while Y/N was feeding Winnie, Bucky came back from some meetings and turned on the news to show Y/N.

"You've got to see this, doll."

There was Steve, looking serious in a press conference. Y/N was shocked when he apologized for his recent behavior and words. He told them the incident at the gala was based on a misunderstanding and that he was the one who left her right before she discovered she was pregnant. He stated that Y/N and Bucky had his blessing and he was looking forward to raising his daughter with them.

Steve stepped down before answering any questions while Y/N and Bucky looked at each other in shock.

She grabbed his arm "Is he sincere or is this another ploy to manipulate us and get what he wants? I want this to be real but I don't know if I can trust him."

Bucky pulled her to him "I don't know what's on his mind but I'll be here regardless."

She looked at him shyly "You know you don't have to right? Don't get me wrong I appreciate everything you do for us and love having you around but you should be living your life. Find a girl to settle down with, have a couple of kids of your own, you know." She said sadly

Bucky looked her in the eyes "What if I found that girl but we have to wait cuz she just had a kid?" And leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips.

Y/N leaned into the kiss, feeling sparks running down her body. She absentmindedly chased after when he pulled away. She realized what she was doing and pulled back, opening her eyes and felt her face heat up.

She looked at him in wonder "Are you sure? Lady with a kid is a lot to take on. Me being your friends ex adds another level of potential drama. I don't know that I'm worth all that.

Bucky shook his head "I'm positive and you are worth all the drama in the world, to me. I already feel like her daddy and love her like she was mine. We've been talking and playing for months."

He paused, looking uncertain

"Unless, unless you don't want this, don't want me like I want you."

Y/N laughed softly "Are you kidding me? I've been holding myself back from attacking you. I just want you to be sure. I don't want to get my hopes up or for Winnie to grow attached, only for you to leave because it's too much. And I don't want to mess up your recovery."

He looked deep into her eyes "I haven't been so sure of anything in my life. I'd propose today if I thought you'd say yes." He chuckled at the panicked look on her face

"Don't worry, I wouldn't even dream of proposing until you're healed and your hormones are getting back to normal."

He gently took her hand

"I can see a future with you and it wasn't so long ago that I couldn't see any future for me at all, much less a happy one. Now I can see myself growing old with you and I can't wait."

She smiled at him "I've been feeling it too but didn't want to scare you away. Let's just take it one day at a time and see where things go."

Bucky smiled and kissed her again until Winnie started trying to push him away and they both laughed, feeling lighter than either had felt in awhile.

Chapter 12

[spongewormedpants]

I have so many words.

These words include spoilers though..

SPOILERS FOR JJBA PART 3

Finding Avdol’s backstory made me a CHANGED man. I have so many things to say about it.

I should start with this, I’m not sure if it’s exactly canon. HOWEVER.. I don’t care. I’m taking it and running :)

Here’s the link to a website that explains it well!!

ANYWAYS… It’s time for me to speak my words.

Avdol was left on his own at a very early age. He was barely getting by in the slum town he’d grown up in, and he had nobody whom he could call family.

Do you realize how much this man has probably repressed every emotion he’s ever felt ?!?!?!

He had nobody except himself after his parents died.

I think that’s probably why he comes off as so serious (for lack of a better word) in the show.

It would also be a fair explanation for all of the times Avdol had those angry outbursts (EX: trying to fist fight D’Arby, trying to burn down the plane with Tower of Gray in it, etc).

When you don’t know how to handle your emotions, they tend to be sporadic and crazy.

I ALSO LIKE THE AVDOL AND POLNAREFF.. PISS… SCENE….. MORE BECAUSE OF AVDOL’S BACKSTORY.

Everything about that scene is just Avdol being Avdol. I bet that’s the first time he’s genuinely felt like himself since he was a child. The maniacal laughter, the childish manor of pissing down a tube, like come ONNNN.. I don’t care how silly this scene is, I think this is one of the first times that Avdol opens himself up to somebody, and I’m glad to got to be Polnareff. I’m glad it got to be silly, and I’m glad this man got to have the fun that he did :)

Speaking of that silly silly Frenchman……..

They could have done so much with the two of them if Avdol’s story would’ve been canon to the show. Let me set the scene for you.

IMAGINE…

Right before DIO’s World, Avdol and Polnareff get a scene where they talk to each other about their childhood. Their backstories are very similar, both of them having been orphaned at a young age, there is so much room for trauma bonding.

Avdol tells Polnareff how his parents died.

Both of Avdol’s parents died in a heroic honor. His father by defending fellow soldiers in war, and his mother by stepping front of a little girl about to get shot.

Foreshadowing. How will Avdol die?

A hero.

A selfless hero.

THAT WOULD HAVE CRUSHED ME. I would have sobbed so much more, and that’s really saying something because Stardust Crusaders killed me.

I love this man with my entire being.

I could talk about him forever.

[moonythejedi394]

you didn't ask for this but you deserve it

Bucky’s memories get hazy quickly. He remembers getting halfway through the bottle of tequila and not stopping, hearing Weasel say something about a half-pint and no more, and now Weasel’s got his phone and is squinting at it.

“Who do I call?”

“Ghost Busters!” Bucky sings, waving his metal hand absently.

“No, for you to get home, who do I call?”

“Becks,” Bucky mutters. “Becca. Rebecca. Becky. Becky who tol’ me not t’a date a fuckin’ stripper an’ then I wen’ an’ did i’ anyways,” he mutters into the bottle, before tipping it back and getting nothing. He squints into it upside down, then drops it onto the counter and sighs. “I should’a fuckin’ listened, Weasel. My sister’s smart. She’s smarter than me for sure.”

“Becky,” Weasel mutters. “Ah!”

Bucky starts thunking his head on the counter. “Why am I so stupid?” he asks. “Why didn’t I fucking call him?”

“Yeah, hi, Becky? Sorry, Becca. Sorry, I will never again call you Becky, I swear on my mother’s grave. Oh, yeah, my name’s Weasel, I’m a bartender at Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children. Yeah, Weasel. School for Wayward Children, right. Benny knows where it is. Ye– Yes, Weasel as in Chicken Arms Weasel, whatever. Listen, I got one Winter Soldier here who needs a ride home ASAP, your honor.” 

Bucky double-checks the bottle in his hands, just in case there’s any left.

“Oh, he’s toast,” Weasel adds, taking the empty bottle from Bucky’s limp fingers. “He’s not alcohol poisoning toast, I’m very careful about how drunk I let my patrons get, but his ass is grass and it’s about to get mowed. He’s gonna have a hangover for a week, maybe. Anyway, I’m cutting him off because he will get alcohol poisoning if he has anymore, and he is a depressing drunk these days, so can you come get him? Yeah, he’s been all maudlin and sad eyes for the past three hours, it’s ruining the atmosphere. He’s like a drowned kitten. If I have to give him another napkin to blow his nose I’m gonna blow his head off instead.” Weasel’s quiet for a second, then nods. “Great. Thanks.”

Weasel then gives Bucky back his phone and a pat on the shoulder. “Becca said she’ll be here in half an hour,” he says. “But you’re officially cut off, big guy. No more until next week, okay? If I see your maudlin, deadbeat dad ass back in here before then, I’m turning you out so your liver can recover and you can leave a few spare pennies to the kid you’re not allowed to be a dad to in five years.”

“I’m a dad,” Bucky mumbles.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Weasel says sympathetically. 

“I’m a dad and my ex is too pissed at me to let me be a dad,” Bucky bemoans. “‘Cause he thinks I tried to get out of our relationship by lying about my little sister gettin’ abducted by aliens… What a fucking world.”

“Jesus, are you the Winter Soldier or the Spring Meltdown?” Weasel asks.

“Ha-ha,” Bucky mutters. “Fuck… I let ‘im slip through my fingers, Weasel. He jus’… slipped away…”

“You can’t win everything, buddy.”

“I should’ve just called him!” Bucky says again, thunking his forehead on the bar. “I was so obsessed with bringin’ back Benny an’ Ma – I – I should’ve called him.”

“You didn’t know,” Weasel says, patting his shoulder.

Bucky drops his head onto the countertop and groans. 

“Hey,” somebody next to him, a fella with a real ugly mug, says. “They already added you back to the Dead Pool. You gonna croak? You look like you’re about to croak. ‘Cause I could really use the money, yannow?”

“Fuck off, Wade!” Weasel says. “The man’s a brand new father of a seven-year-old he didn’t know existed until today!”

“Gee, thanks, tell everybody why don’t you,” Bucky says, muffled by the countertop. “Put it on a billboard, Bucky Barnes has a kid he dudn’t get to be a dad to. Maybe I’ll win an award for worst father ever.”

“That’ll break your heart,” Wade, supposedly, says. “Wow. Is it worse to be the brand new dad of a seven-year-old you never knew about or a two-year-old you never knew about?”

“You don’t have a two-year-old,” Weasel says, confused.

“I don’t,” Wade confirms. “I’m talking about Mopey, would he rather the kid be two or seven.”

“Two!” Bucky says, sitting up and throwing up three declarative fingers. Weasel folds one of them. “Two,” Bucky repeats, blinking. 

“Yeah, that is less time missed,” Wade says. “No brainer, I guess. Well, either way, you still don’t have your OG left arm and Steve was still a stripper.”

Bucky cocks his head at Wade. “Huh?”

“Ignore him, he’ll only confuse you,” Weasel says quickly.

“We’re living in a simulation,” Wade whispers to Bucky. “A virtual world created only by using the English language and your imagination! There’s no pictures, just words! And we’re all being puppeteered around a mental stage by a keyboard and a mouse, all to the whims of an unfeeling god who likes keeping you –” he pokes Bucky in the chest and Bucky looks down in confusion before meeting Wade’s gaze again, “– in the dark about how many children you may or may not have!”

“I have more children?” Bucky whispers in horror.

“No, no, sorry, not right now,” Wade says, patting his arm. “You just got the one for now.”

“Good,” Bucky says, nodding in relief.

“And to be more clear,” Wade carries on, “you should know that our God is not the God from the Supernatural canon. His name’s Chuck, he’s an okay guy. But he’s also fictional, so there’s probably another god like the one we have above his universe.”

“G-d’s name is Chuck?” Bucky whispers in confusion.

“Well, and I suppose our God’s not an unfeeling god, exactly,” Wade continues without answering Bucky’s query. “Just bored, probably. And possibly an insomniac. But!” Wade adds with a grin. “Speaking of God. If I had a nickel for every time our God gave you a son and didn’t tell you about it until way later, I’d have two and a half nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice plus almost a third time.”

“You’re gonna give me a headache,” Bucky says, turning away. “G-d’s nah real or he’s a lady. Wait.” He turns back. “Two an’ a half nickels?”

“Two and a half nickels,” Wade confirms, showing Bucky between his fingers two whole nickels and a third cut neatly in half.

“How much is half a nickel worth?” Bucky whispers. “Why do you have two and a half nickels?”

“Well, there’s a nickel for you not knowing the kid ever existed until you meet them post-birth,” Wade says, “and that’s happened twice so far,” he drops the two whole nickels onto the bartop. “But there’s a half a nickel,” he continues, holding the half of a nickel up now, “for the time you did know the kid existed, you just didn’t know if it was a boy or girl and for some reason you couldn’t make it to the birth. I think you were in Siberia chasing a cannibal or something.” 

Bucky nods, trying very hard to follow along.

“And I guess,” Wade continues, “you could count the time you got him pregnant but the two of you insisted you were not in love with each other until the baby was born as a negative nickel, because you knew the entire time and still didn’t really get to be a dad until after you got back together with Steve. So, really, one and a half nickels if you do the math.”

Bucky blinks at the nickels. There’s one whole nickel, one half of a nickel. He double checks. One nickel, one half a nickel. “There were definitely two whole nickels,” he mutters.

“Not once we got through PEMDAS.”

“You said one kid,” Bucky says with a heavy frown, holding up a finger. “I have one kid.”

“For you, right now, right here, yes,” Wade confirms. “Elsewhere, elsewhen, approximately one year and two months from this moment shared between us? It depends.”

“What?” Bucky says. “Never mind. I’m too drunk for this.”

“In the timeline with that half-nickel, God overcompensated and gave you seventeen children!” Wade adds, slapping Bucky on the back. “Eighteen if the first one had lived.”

Bucky chokes on nothing. “Eighteen? Am I allergic to condoms or something?”

“No, no, just monogamous, so instead you had four vasectomies but they all reversed themselves,” Wade answers.

Bucky blinks at him. “My – my bits put themselves back together?”

“Yep,” Wade says. “The first time it happened, you had to sleep on the couch until the doc proved he had clipped your wings! The second time, you just got yelled at. Third time? He said God must really want your family tree to flourish. Fourth time, y’all just gave up and waited for menopause.”

Bucky just stares blankly at Wade.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s no super soldier serum in this universe because we crossed over from Marvel to Supernatural, so if you get a vasectomy now, it won’t reverse itself. But don’t get a vasectomy,” Wade adds quickly. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” Bucky repeats, confused. “I need one in the future?”

“Yes, you and Steve will decide to cap the spigot later on,” Wade says, then turns as Weasel passes them. “Weasel, I would like a Blow Job, please.”

“What?” Bucky says, blinking hard. “Steve an’… Cap the what?”

“I hate you and stop filling the man’s head with nonsense about your Goddamn nickels,” Weasel says, but goes to make a Blow Job.

“I hate him, too, I think,” Bucky mutters. “How many nickels did he have? Why does G-d give him nickels?”

“Break a leg with Steve and Eli,” Wade says, clapping Bucky on the shoulder again. “I have it on good authority that you won’t be in the pits forever.”

Bucky laughs, then falls over the countertop again busting his sides laughing.

“What?” Wade says.

“Buddy,” Bucky mutters as he sits up again. “I sold my soul. I do literally have eternity in the pits to look forward to. I only got five years left an’ I’mma spend ‘em knowing I have a son but not being able to do damn thing about it.”

“Haven’t you seen the Parent Trap?” Wade asks. “You don’t need to lift a finger. Just stand still and be a good dad to Eli. Right?”

“Right,” Bucky says, not sure he agrees. “Who’s Eli?”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Barnes!” Wade bids.

“I don’t even know you,” Bucky says as he walks away. “Wait a second!”

Wade comes back, leaning on the counter. “Are you, in fact, going to croak it? Because I need to get my bet in. I mean, I know you’re gonna die in your sleep at like 93, but are you gonna croak?”

“How do you know his name’s Steve?” Bucky asks, bewildered.

“Who?” Wade asks.

“The guy who had my kid,” Bucky says. “How do you know his name’s Steve?”

“I scrolled up,” Wade answers.

“What?” Bucky says.

“Now I’m scrolling away,” Wade tells him, patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

Weasel comes back, holding the finished blowjob. “Are you serious?” he says, looking around. “Again?”

“Huh?” Bucky says, blinking slowly.

“He keeps ordering blowjobs and then walking away before I can give them to him!” Weasel snaps. “He only does it so he can say, I would like a blowjob please! Pisses me off.”

Weasel downs the blowjob, grimacing. Bucky puts his head back down on the counter, resting his eyes against the lights. He’s light-headed and the room is spinning, but if he keeps his eyes closed, it feels less like he’s on deck in the middle of a hurricane. Steve’s pretty face swims in his mind alongside the face of Bucky’s kid that he had without telling him. His drunken thoughts prod along daydreams of a world where he’d told Steve the real truth no matter how crazy it sounded and Steve had believed him and then he’d gotten to be there for his kid the whole time.

[peachdoxie]

Wind and Truth chapters 10 & 11 reactions!

“Made with movable type, out of Jah Keved,” said the woman.

I've been wondering when we might see moveable type and printing presses show up!

“Kaladin’s holy,” Syl said. “Tell her.” “I’m bonded to a piece of a god,” he said. “And she won’t let me forget it.”

ifl Syl so much

“The Way of Kings,” Syl said. “Your own copy! I got it for you, since I’m your scribe.”

Has Kaladin read The Way of Kings? Well, listened to it? I'm not sure it's ever been mentioned. But Syl can read it for him now I guess.

Syl taking the piss on the librarian about the "chull head" is hilarious ngl

Syl wilted, and Kaladin immediately felt a jolt. His annoyance at this woman simmered into something hotter. He opened his mouth, a dozen different options springing to mind. She wanted a scene? Oh, he could make a scene.

Good for Kaladin for sticking up for Syl and being classy about it. Also, some empathy for Gaz? Interesting.

“Um… book-quartermaster? Who works at the scribes’ supply depot?”

Kaladin is such a soldier jasdkfjaskdfj;aklsdjf;asdkf

“You have learned substantiation? I thought your kind had forbidden that skill. Odium will need to know.”

Okay thanks for dropping some obfuscated lore, Abidi the Monarch. Bye now.

I will rampage across this world until not a single human remains drawing breath. Betrayers, thieves, monsters! I will send you back to the flames from whence you—

Boy, Dalinar and Navani sure are gonna have their hands full with Ba-Ado-Mishram if she's like this. Shout out to Adolin for slashing her in the face with a greatsword, though.

“This device points to something far in the distance. Something the Sibling called ‘the Grand Knell, source of the Current, the death of a god.’ ”

???????????????????????????????????????????????????? Honor shattering lore, maybe?

In a strangely intimate moment, this horselike spren trotted back and put its muzzle out to Adolin—who lifted his hand to touch it. The interaction lasted barely a moment, then the spren was off again, galloping through the air after the others.

HORSEGIRL ADOLIN CONTINUES but also, why does he think the musicspren is familiar? Huh. Will have to be watching for that.

Also rip the rest of Adolin's swords. At least he has the most important one (Maya).

[l0velyrand0m]

Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is the second chapter for my captain america/bucky barnes fic (full story on wattpad, l0velyrand0m). Posting the second chapter to see if i get any interest, if so i'll continue posting, but the main story is linked below.

The first chapter is also pinned at the top of my blog <3

"Hey there, grumpy," Bucky said, finally catching up to Eliza as she strided confidently down the street. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Screw you, Bucky," she retorted in reference to the "grumpy" comment. She wasn't grumpy, she was pissed off. And she had every right to be.

"Maybe later," he replied, making her scoff. "Look, remember earlier when I said you were twenty-four? So he couldn't control you? Same goes for him."

"But I'm protecting him, Bucky," she strained, tears threatening her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath. Elizabeth Rogers didn't cry. "There's a difference. He's gonna get himself killed."

And then it hit him. Why Eliza had been so adamant about Steve's enlisting. About his lies. About his sacrifice. She was scared to lose him like she'd lost the rest of her family. And to an understandable extent - she would be alone.

"Lizzy, look," Bucky said softly, taking her hand in his. "It's gonna be okay. I swear to you. They're not gonna take him. He's not physically capable of doing that. But if you don't take this position. You're gonna regret it."

"I know," she sighed. "He'd be mad-"

"No, Liz," Bucky stopped her. "He's gonna be so proud of you."

Eliza raised her head and looked at Bucky in the eyes. Her own brimmed with hot tears that threatened to spill. Her lip trembled.

Bucky took her in his arms as she let out a small sob. "I can't lose him too. I can't lose either of you."

"Neither of us are going anywhere, doll. You gotta believe in us."

•••

"Welcome to camp, Miss Rogers. I'm Chester Phillips," the colonel said as he took Eliza's hand, and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor, Colonel," she replied.

"This is Agent Peggy Carter, she's here to supervise the division."

"Basically, I'm your boss," she said with a genuine smile. Her accent caught Eliza off guard at first, but it was certainly nice for the ears. "But somehow I think you'll be the only other competent person in this camp."

The Colonel walked away, leaving Peggy and Eliza to walk to the different tents.

"As the division's mobile nurse, you'll hang around me and take care of the boys as you see fit," Peggy explained, handing Eliza a clipboard with some personal files on all the soldiers.

The two girls came up on a line of soldiers waiting for their orders.

"Recruits, attention!" Peggy yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, I'm Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria?" one of the men shouted, a sly smirk on his mouth. "I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army."

"What's your name, soldier?" Peggy requested, calling out the special soul in the crowd, this made Eliza snicker quietly. She'd gathered enough information on Peggy in the few minutes she'd been talking with her to know what was going to happen to the guy.

"Gilmore Hodge, your majesty," he said sarcastically.

"Step forward, Hodge," Peggy instructed. And he did so, smirking. "Put your right foot forward."

"Hmm," he hummed. "We gonna wrassle? 'Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like."

Peggy punches Hodge hard in the face, causing him to physically inch back a couple paces, clutching his nose.

"Agent Carter," Colonel Phillips says as he drives up.

"Colonel Phillips," she greeted.

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turned to Hodge, who was still very much in shock from Peggy's surprise introduction. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do."

"Yes sir," Hodge apologizes quickly, running back into line.

Phillips now turned his attention to the recruits in line. "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men..." Phillips trailed off as he noticed one of the men were shorter, much more frail looking than the rest. Eliza felt a pit grow in her stomach as she looked down at her clipboard and sifted through the pages.

Steven Grant Rogers

Brooklyn, New York

07/04/1918

Her head shot back up as she scowled at her brother, making dead eye contact as Phillips spoke. He finally took notice, cringing as she burned a hole in his head with her angry gaze.

"But every army starts with one man," Phillips says, catching Eliza's attention again. "By the end of the week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of Super Soldiers."

•••

"Are you crazy?!" Eliza reprimands as she follows Steve to his barracks. "What the- What did I tell you? Did that whole angry outburst mean nothing to you Steve?"

"It meant you don't believe in me."

"Oh for Christ's sake, stop doing this. Stop putting words in my mouth. You're being very unreasonable right now."

"Sometimes I wish you would swear, so I could tell how you really felt."

"Oh trust me, I'd get us both kicked out of this camp if I was swearing right now. I can't believe you!"

"I don't wanna hear this."

"Well you're gonna!"

"Rogers!"

"What?" the twins said in unison as they turned to look at Peggy Carter.

"Agent Carter, I apologize," Eliza spoke quickly.

"Me too," Steve added.

"Okay.. Elizabeth, come with me. You.. off to wherever you need to be. Bye now," Peggy waved him off. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Unreasonable patient," she shrugged.

"I can tell the Colonel to have him sent-"

"No! Well..." Eliza had to think about her next words very carefully. Or there was a good chance she wouldn't be speaking to her brother any time soon, and not just because he was now in the military. "No. It's fine. I'll speak with Erskine about it later. What did you need?"

"Hodge is in the infirmary and requests that you look at his nose," Peggy said with a roll of her eyes. "He's fine, I didn't punch him that hard."

Eliza chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be over there as soon as I can. Thank you."

"No problem," she replied. "We leave in about fifteen for a bit of running practice for the men. You have to come to make sure none of them keel over and die."

"One of em might," Eliza muttered bitterly.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Gotta go attend to the crybaby, I'll see you in ten."

Eliza rushed to the infirmary tent, ducking through the opening to see Hodge complaining to one of her assistant nurses about his nose and the tiny trickle of blood that trailed down his upper lip.

"Gilmore Hodge, my pleasure," Eliza strained. Ever since his little theatrical performance, she decided she didn't much care for Hodge.

"How-do-ya-do, doll?"

The term felt weird hearing it from his mouth. The last person to call her that was Bucky. Whom she was beginning to miss ever since he left after their walk only just about a week ago.

"It's Nurse Rogers, for you, Hodge. Please," she told him.

"How about Lizzy? Liz?"

"Absolutely not. We're done here. Shut your mouth before I get Phillips to send you home. Got it?"

"Spunky. I love it. We'll talk soon, Liz," he says as he got up and walked out.

She was livid with the man. The audacity to take her name. Her nickname from Bucky, and drag it around so carelessly. Somehow, it hurt much more than she expected it to. Bucky was her best friend, and basically an older brother to the two. When he told her not to let anyone call her any derivative of "Liz" or "Lizzy" back when he coined the nickname in the first place... it made her want to punch Hodge. Right where Peggy had before.

But she didn't have time to chase him down just to scold him. He'd enjoy that. And she wasn't going to give him the time of day.

She took in a deep breath, packed her kit, and headed towards Peggy in the jeep next to the starting point of the recruit's run.

"So how was Hodge?" Peggy asked. "Dream man?"

"I'll kill him myself if he doesn't do so in the trench," Eliza chided.

"Oh damn," Peggy smiled. "I love your attitude. I can tell how well working with you is gonna go."

Eliza smiled at Peggy with a feeling of worth.

This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

•••

"That flag means we're only at the halfway point," Sergeant Duffy explained, his voice extremely loud. Eliza wondered how his vocal cords still worked at this rate. "First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter. Move, move!"

Eliza sighed. "Don't worry," Peggy said, leaning over so she was heard. "No one's come close to getting that flag in 17 years I've heard. No one's getting a ride back with us."

"Rogers! I said fall in!" Sergeant Duffy yelled. Eliza whipped her head around to see her brother pull a pin at the bottom of the pole. The pole toppled over, the flag brushing against the ground about seven feet from him.

He strolled over, unhooked the flag, and handed it to Sergeant Duffy (who looked as if he'd seen a ghost) with a small "Thank you, sir". He climbed in the car and sat on the other side of Peggy, who was grinning uncontrollably and watching the Sergeant's reaction with glee.

The others continued running off, and the car drove away.

"Smartass," Eliza mumbled. Steve caught her word however, and his face dropped. He leaned back in the seat and let his hands fall in his lap.

"Don't let her get to you. She doesn't like anyone in this division," Peggy told him. "That was rather clever of you."

"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't think that's why she's upset with me."

[notstilinski]

Love, Death & Robots: Shape-Shifters Starters !

Taken from  the 2019 episode of Netflix’s Love, Death & Robots, Shape-Shifters! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“I had that dream about your sister again last night.”

“I swear to God, we are going at it like fucking animals, bro.”

“I don’t even have a sister.”

“Then why do you get so mad when I dream about fucking her?”

“(Name), you got eyes on the fucker?”

“Yeah. Fucker almost shot my dick off.”

“Well, if he could hit a target that tiny, we should sign him up on our side.”

“The corps turned to shit when they started lettin' you animals wear the uniform.”

“Look, my buddy took a bullet for you guys today so... back off.”

“Yeah, see, and I don't trust anything that bleeds that much and then walks away.”

“Unnatural? I can stalk my prey by scent alone. I can run for miles while you need to ride in a stinking Humvee all day. I can see clearly on a moonless night, while you cling to your flashlight as soon as the sun goes down. You ask me, there's not much natural in that.”

“You fuckin’ dog soldiers.”

“No disrespect, (Name)... but if you call us dog soldiers again... I'll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it. You wanna try it?”

“No, you're right. They're fuckin' terrified of us, too.”

“Claws and blood, baby.”

“We are here for duty, honor and country, Momma and apple pie.”

“I'm just here to make sure you don't get your dumb ass killed.”

“I think you're both here because dogs gotta hunt.”

“Try not to piss off any of the regulars while you're up there.”

“If they're smart, they'll be trying hard not to piss me off.”

If you need anything, I'll be right at the top of that hill.”

“Dog soldier’s worried about his own kind.”

“He took out (Name), first, then moved on to the others.”

“What use are you people if you can't even sniff out your own kind?”

“You're not a soldier. You're a fucking animal.”

“I may be an animal, but I'm done wearing your leash.”

“See you in the wild, my friend.”

[gilly-moon]

[5 Characters & 5 Tags]

Tagged by @harleyshahas (thank you ♡!!!!)

Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) - KH is the game that got me into video games, and inspired me all the way to getting my current job in game dev, and Riku is at the heart of why I love the games so much. But I had to put Sora too, because one without the other just doesn't work. Without Riku, Sora couldn't have his arc of "I want to be better than Riku" to "I want to be better with Riku". And for Riku, his transition from dark & edgy to chosen keyblade weilder all ties back to how he looked down on Sora, then tried to make up for his mistakes, and finally trusted and loved Sora completely. They complete each other and challenge each other to grow and become better at every turn. Also their reunion in 2 absolutely ruins me every time. Sora crying on his knees will be burned in my brain forever.

Zack Fair (FFVII) - Crisis Core was at one point the only game that would work on my PSP lol. But I didn't need any other games because Zack the puppy was everything to me. Watching him struggle with the morality of being a SOLDIER, all while desperately trying to protect his friends and failing at every turn...that shit hurts, and yet he keeps his smile and honor right up til the end. He is THE sunshine boy of sunshine boys and I could gush about him all day long. His scenes in Advent Children destroy me.

Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu) - the real blorbo of my heart, the bitch I latched onto and will love to the end of my days. His ability to take even a team of strangers and lead them flawlessly within just a few minutes is so admirable. He knows exactly how to bring out the best in everyone on the court. It hurts me to this day that he never got to wreck Shiratorizawa before he graduated (also that moment where he falls and slips in season 2 uggghhhhh) but jokes on them because he's the one who got an honorable position on an irl team!! I get some people call him an insufferable asshole but thats exactly why I like him! Let characters be insufferable!!!!! Its fun!!!!! And besides, when it comes down to it, he's genuinely a good person who wants everyone on his team to be involved and be their best. Love of my life. No Oikawa haters allowed on my blog.

Pitch Black/Kozmotis Pitchiner (RoTG) - basically since the movie came out I have been ready with a "Pitch did nothing wrong" speech at all times. I feel like I don't even really have to explain this one, I mean....yall get it. You know why we're all still here, loving him and the Guardians to the end of our days. I will say, though - idc if it's book version or movie version, my love for this asshole remains the same.

Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson) - ah, the original blorbo. The queer awakening for so many people even before he was out in the books. This is another "I love him because he's kinda rude" character. His hatred towards other characters is always warranted tbh, because they ostracize him for?? No good reason at all???? No one wants to or tries to be his friend in heros of olympus for the first four books (except Hazel, who practically has to force others to talk to him) and it pisses me off to no end. Percy spent battle of the labyrinth hunting him down, but would he have been so dedicated if he wasn't getting the iris messages??? Doubt it. Anyway. I adore Nico, he deserved better, and I'm so glad he's got a wonderful bf and his own book now. I will never get tired of him and I really hope the tv series goes well so he can finally come to life in live action ♡

Honorable Mentions: Ronan Lynch, Cloud Strife, Roxas, Hiccup Haddock, Sasuke Uchiha, Portgas D. Ace, Killua Zoldyck, Allen Walker, Vlad Masters

I don't rlly talk to many people on here so...if one of my picks was also yours, consider yourself tagged!

[vollzz]

as promised, here’s a scene from blackflame (very much in the conceptual phase), from the third arc/book. it’s ~1k words and will be below the cut! appreciate being indulged for my silly idea heehee.

brief context: Eves and Calliope are conducting an investigation into [redacted]. they’ve just spoken to someone and Eves has whisked them away to a remote forest-y location to debrief and discuss next steps. I’m writing this in the present tense because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . also HUGE NOTE: so I wrote this in google docs where each paragraph was a bullet point but they didn’t paste as such >:( I’m on mobile and I’m too lazy to re-add the bullets sorry. this is very stream-of-consciousness so definitely do not read it as a polished thing, lol. the lack of description is mostly because I don’t even really know what they look like at this point -_-

welcoming any and all comments/questions/reactions. even if you hated it, that’s valuable insight for me when planning for the future arcs!! :)

“It’s imperative that we consider-“ Eves whips their head towards the empty clearing, which has suddenly become occupied by two extraordinarily muscular women. The shorter one stands a few inches smaller than Calliope, while the other is about the same height as Eves, perhaps an inch or two taller.

The shorter woman seems to have an underlying complexion similar to Calliope’s, though it’s been deepened by years of standing in the sun’s grasp. She looks like a soldier, but her armor is surprisingly light - just a few pieces of worn-in leather cling atop the clothing on her shoulders, thighs, and midsection. The other woman wears a flowing long-sleeved shirt and pants in a matching emerald green silk, no armor to be seen. Deep brown hair is bound atop her head, the length of it stopping to hang just below her shoulder blades.

They’re both armed to the teeth - blades, knives, a sword in scabbard each. Though the taller one also has an enormous bow strapped to her back. Calliope realizes who she must be when the shorter woman brushes a lock of black hair from her face, revealing glowing green lines on her left forearm. Samira.

Eves doesn’t speak; as soon as they realize who it is they turn and disappear, clearly about to appear before Calliope and whisk them away. Samira, gigantic bow somehow already in hand, lets loose an arrow aimed at the air next to Calliope.

Eves appears, is blown backwards as the arrow pins them to the trunk of a tree, having landed just under their right collarbone. They grunt in pain through gritted teeth, staring daggers at Samira. Calliope is freaking out but rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.

“Next time I aim for her head.” Samira’s voice is deep, brutal, commanding.

“Eves?“ It’s frantic - Calliope still hasn’t moved, her eyes glued to Samira, who has an arrow already loaded and aimed at her. Eves scoffs, wincing as they remove the arrow from their body and toss it to the ground. Despite the injury they languidly return to their previous position, keeping a healthy distance from Calliope.

“Not to worry, young one,” Samira says to Calliope as she slowly lowers her weapon. “We cannot truly kill one another.” Silence falls for a few moments.

“What do you want?” It’s Eves - Calliope hasn’t heard them this pissed in a long time.

“I come to propose a duel.” The bow has now been stowed away, though Samira keeps a watchful eye on the two of them as she gestures to the woman beside her. “With me is my champion, Maia. Calliope, given what I’ve heard, is to be yours.”

Eves pastes on that calculated sneer of theirs. “Have you gone insane?”

“We have honor and glory, Eves, unlike your assemblage of prostitutes. I have need of something, and very well could simply take what I want. A duel, however, is far more equitable.”

Equitable is not what Calliope would call a duel with someone granted blessings to excel in every type of combat imaginable. She’s not going to say that, though - she’s not going to say anything.

“We refuse. Take your leave.”

[there is a conversation here that would be 90% redacted. instead, just know that Samira successfully goads Eves into attacking her in a blind rage.]

Eves extends shadows along the ground surrounding Calliope - she uses them to cloak herself with invisibility as Maia approaches. They launch themselves at Samira, who is clearly enjoying the altercation. The two trade blows, but a sense of unease settles on Calliope in the way Eves seems to be putting far more effort into their assault than Samira.

Calliope, on the other hand, has begun to dance around Maia, largely unheard due to her silent steps. Maia doesn’t seem particularly stressed, which is rather unnerving. She’s drawn her sword but stands largely still, balanced on the balls of her feet.

Calliope tests a blow. She strikes Maia with a kick to the back of her right knee. It connects, causing her to stagger momentarily, though Maia nearly instantaneously whirls to swing her blade towards Calliope, missing her by a hair’s breadth despite her invisibility.

That’s a bit stressful, but Calliope’s been training a lot recently and has some newfound confidence. Once again, she circles, and this time drags a knife along Maia’s side. Maia jumps from the blow the moment it touches her skin but doesn’t fight back, her eyes and head now scanning the shadows surrounding her.

Okay. I can do this. I’m silent and invisible. I’m a predator. I don’t have to kill her, just incapacitate her.

Calliope is wholly focused on her battle - she can’t pay attention to Eves right now but hopes they’re doing alright. She dives again, this time hoping to sweep Maia’s feet out from under her, knock her to the ground and take the advantage from there. She strikes.

Maia sidesteps, dragging her sword upwards with the movement. The dagger in Calliope’s right hand falls to the ground, and suddenly Calliope feels a blinding pain. Her grasp on her shadows fades and they scatter from her body. She looks down to see that the four extended fingers on her right hand are now bloody stumps. There’s a noise from behind her-

Eves turns, feels the tug of blinding pain in their consciousness. They meet Calliope’s widened, bloodshot eyes. Gleaming silver dripping with scarlet sticks out from Calliope’s chest before Maia swiftly dislodges it, kicking Calliope to the ground.

Samira takes the opportunity to strike Eves - their head hits the grass just as Calliope does. A heavy boot pins Eves’ head down. Eves cannot stop screaming Calliope’s name, extending a mangled, jeweled hand towards her choking body.

“You’re to do intensive training tomorrow morning, Maia,” Samira’s voice booms from above.

“That was far too sloppy.”

—-

I will not add the tag list because this is just, like, so far removed from the story as I’ve painted it right now; instead I shall allow the winds of the algorithm to bring this to whoever shall see it. but I will tag @space-writes because your reblog comment made my day :)

[stormikins]

Shepard Questions 1 - Simon

I am using @spookyvalentine first list of questions which you can find here. Enjoy!

ETA: the rest of the answered questions can be found here!

1. Why did Shepard enlist? Any regrets?

He enlisted bc his dad was former Alliance     and after the attack on Mindoir, he was feeling untethered and he wasn't     as interested in plants like his mom was. He already had the skills     (sniper and self defense training from his dad (admittedly not as in depth     as your regular soldier of course)

 2. How does your Shepard feel about having a yeoman assigned to them in 2? And in 3?

Chambers he doesn't like. He doesn’t want     someone analyzing him, especially not Cerberus. She's good for     administration stuff but her psychological part of her job? Get away from     him.

Traynor is     great, eager and hard working, he doesn't mind her.

 3. What’s their relationship with Anderson?

Captain Anderson? Nah captain DAD. Simon     won't admit it, and the one time he did call Anderson dad he almost     punched him as he tried to retreat. Anderson is the one that found him on     Mindoir and has been watching his alliance career since.

4. Is your Shepard any good at poker?

Yes, and he has one of the best poker faces     out there. Cleans his crew out and does not have any mercy

 5. How well does Shepard know their crew? Not just the companions, but the folks making up the Normandy.

Not entirely well, he's very anti social but     he's a great listener, especially when you think he isn't. The definition     of the guy that knows everything about you, but you know next to nothing     about him.

 6. Initial reaction to EDI? Does it change?

Doesn't trust EDI bc of Cerberus, not bc     she's an AI. Eventually warms up to her. When she's proven himself, he's     ready to go to bat for her.  

 7. Does their love interest move into their quarters?

Tali moves in around halfway through me3 after she joins. He very much likes his space but he loves her and wants her with him always so he's worked on sharing his space.

 8. What is their reaction to the Alchera mission? And after?

             He’s pissed because the Alliance didn’t care for their dead but he doesn’t hesitate to go there. He spends a long time in the wreckage of the Normandy, being reminded of Mindoir and the burned wreckage of his colony and family. After, he’s even more reserved and quiet afterwards, dealing with this entirely alone. He died but he’s here now, when out of everyone, there were better people to bring back. Worthy people. He deals with a lot of hate and survivor’s guilt.

 9. What type of fighter is your shepard? Do they fight with honor, or do they fight dirty?

             Absolute dirty fighter. Will do practically anything to win the fight. Biter, scratcher, will kick you in the balls. Uses knives/omni-blade a lot. Pops into existence next to, stabs you in the neck and disappears again.

 10. Does Shepard keep any pets? The hamster, fish, something else?

             No. Doesn’t have time and doesn’t want to risk not being able to properly take care them and have them de because of him.

 11. What order does Shepard pick up companions in me2?

             Zaeed, Garrus, Mordin, Grunt, Kasumi, Jack.

 12. Does Shepard have any nicknames? What do they think of ‘em?

             Some people can call him, Shep. Lets people call him the Butcher of Torfan bc it helps his reputation and dissuades people from talking to him. He doesn’t care what people think of him (except when he does) and if they want to be afraid of him- fine. He’ll use it to his advantage. Same thing with people calling him ghost or specter like bc of how good he is with stealth despite his size.

 13. How does your Shep react to teasing/ribbing?

             Shuts it down for the most part, and only certain people can tease him. Lets Joker, and Tali. Wrex immedaitely has a pass bc it’s *Wrex* and because Simon likes him. Garrus gets there in me3. Anderson is allowed to but he doesn’t really.

 14. Any good at flirting?

             Can dish it out but gets flustered if anyone he actually likes (whether platonically or romantically/sexually) does it back. Can actually be suave and charming when he wants to

 15. What colors does Shepard prefer for their armor?

             Black.

 16. Is Shepard a drinker? History of other substances? Do they struggle with sobriety?

             Yes, he does drink. Doesn’t get drunk bc he likes being n control of his faculties. So, it’s very rare to actually see him drunk. He did do drugs when he was a teenager, after Mindoir but managed to get clean. Smokes when he’s truly stressed.

17. How does Shepard react to attention? Do they enjoy it?

             Does not like attention. Would rather stay in the shadows and not be noticed. If people pay attention to him, they’ll learn about him, and he doesn’t want that.

 18. Who’s the dream team? Which companions does Shepard fight best with and why?

             Me1: Ashley and Wrex. They’re both tanks and good at what they do, he’s got their backs with his sniper. They’re both also renegade but he does enjoy sniping lifted enemies, curtesy of Liara and Kaidan. He can work and play off of just about anyone.

             Me2: Jacob he works really well with, with his biotics and military training, along with Samara. Thinks its very cool he’s working with a Justicar.

             Me3: Loves working with Javik.

             He can work with just about anyone, he’s used to fitting into whatever team he’s assigned.

 19. Are there any companions your Shepard just absolutely cannot vibe with or relate to?

 20. Does Shepard enjoy looking for resources and upgrading gear, or do they see it as a chore?

             Sees it as a chore but knows if he wants the good stuff he’s gotta go looking for it. It’s simple and easy though, so he enjoys the quietness of the task.

 21. Do you have any AUs for your Shepard?

             Not really an au, but Simon and @jtownnn Celine are cousins. With Celine dying in Simon’s during the Mindoir raid and Celine not even meeting Simon in her canon.

 22. What’s the last thing Shepard ate before the final reaper showdown?

             Had his favorite tea (cherry) and a nice ass steak.

 24. Who does Shepard turn to for advice? For comfort? Who do they like to gossip with?

             Goes to Anderson for advice and then Chakwas when he’s not readily available. This is of course, when he finally gets over himself and asks. For comfort, he goes to Joker the guy will lift his spirits in some way along with Tali. He gossips but in the sense that he listens to everything but doesn’t contribute anything unless it helps him in some way or he thinks it’s funny. So, Kasumi is great but Mordin also is very well versed in what’s going on.

 25. How emotionally articulate is your Shepard? Do they emote well?

             He totally doesn’t. Does not like talking about his emotions and would rather avoid than deal with them. He’s not very vulnerable often and only when he feels he’s safe. Or if he feels he has too.

 26. Does your Shepard have a romance? Who are they, and what drew Shep to them?

             Tali. What drew Simon to her, especially since he doesn’t do romance, is her intelligence and her drive. She’s unapologetically kind while also kicking your ass.

 27. Do they have any pet peeves?

             Does not like small talk. Will just not say anything until you get the hint and stop trying to engage conversation with him. Loud chewers too. Fuck that.

 28. What about hyperfixations? What’s the topic that will get Shepard rolling no matter the person or place?

              Snipers. Can go in depth about them and their manufacturing. Also, his tech. Like ask good questions, he will answer them.

29. How active is Shepard? Are they hitting the gym, playing sports, or do they prefer quieter downtime?

             Working out is how he calms down and relaxes himself for the most part. He likes it and is Built because of it (think James but 6’4)

 30. What will always make them laugh?

             Puns and dad jokes.

31. Who can always make them laugh?

             Tali and Joker.

 32. What do they do when they have hit their limit angry, just incandescent with rage?

             Just completely shuts down. This is after the shouting and the pacing, just shuts down and depending on the situation, walks away.

 33. What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?

             He knows all about plants and specifically flowers because of his mom. He just also knows random bits of trivia- like if you have question about something, chances are he knows the answer or knows how to get the answer.

 34. Got any tattoos?

             He’s got a half-sleeve on his left forearm but I’m not entirely sure what its going to be of.

 35. Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

             I’m thinking he chooses to save Ashley on Virmire along with the canon deaths: Mordin, Thane, and Legion. He doesn’t like losing his men under him, and truly does his bets to bring everyone under his command back. Mission comes first though, so he tries to minimize casualties. He carries their deaths with him always, making his survivor’s guilt worse and they haunt him. It validates him in staying away from others and to continue to his best even though he think he’s horrible.

 36. Do they like to style their hair, wear makeup and jewelry? How do they feel about getting dressed up?

             He keeps his hair cropped military style, lightly buzzed on the sides and just long enough to flop onto his forehead but not in his eyes. Gels when he has to for like formal shit. He wears greasepaint when he’s out in the field around his eyes. Has numerous piercings in his ears, tongue, and nipples. He wears his helmet a lot so he can hide his piercing most of the time. He also only shows skin to others when he has to. (I am debating whether he has his dick pierced or not)

             Doesn’t really like getting dressed up but does like the attention Tali gives him when he does. He likes it when she stares back at him.

 37. Got any bad habits?

             He smokes, he drinks, he avoids emotions and people.

38. Does Shepard do any activities with the companions and crew during downtime?

             Card games. Working out. Sparring. He takes care of his gear with the others but it’s mainly just companionable silence.

 39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?

             Has a friendship bracelet with Celine. Dog tags from the people that he was close to.

 40. Does your Shepard actually like to collect model ships? If not, what do they display?

             He’s like Thane in displaying his snipers. He does collect the ships but not as an avid collector. He likes using his hands to make them.

 41. How is Shepard with a gun? What about hand to hand?

             Phenomenal with weapons and hand to hand. The guy you want training you even though he’s a complete hard-ass. The field isn’t going to be nice to you to show you mercy, neither will he.

 42. Favorite weapon?

             Loves the valiant and black widow from 3, and the Punisher from 1.

43. Which version of the Normandy do they like best?

             The first because the second reminds him of how he fucked up.

 44. Do they like to rotate out companions for quests? Who do they bring the most?

             He does try to rotate people out so everyone get experience in and get their adrenaline out or whatever. But if he feels the mission calls for a specific someone, he’s gonna bring them with him. Brings Wrex the most in 1, Samara in 2, and Javik in 3.

45. Do they approve of curing the genophage?

             Normally, he wouldn’t care but he’s put in the position of deciding its fate and no matter how ruthless and cutthroat he is, can’t justify destroying a whole race. He has the power to change this and does. He trusts Wrex.

 46. Does Shepard allow the rachni to live in me1?

             Again, can’t justify destroying a whole race even though everything in him is screaming at him to kill the rachni.

 47. Does Shepard practice any kind of self-care?

             No. He doesn’t not take care of himself, but he doesn’t go out of his way, like face masks or whatever. He does splurge on his favorite tea though.

 48. What abilities do they rely on the most in a fight?

             His cloak. He can disappear with or without but the cloak gives him that assurance no one can see him. Knives too.

 49. What is Shepard’s happy ending? What’s the dream that keeps em going?        

             At first, he doesn’t have a dream. For a long time, he just expects to go out in combat; that he won’t make it to retirement. Then he falls in love with Tali and her dream is now his. He’ll fight so she can continue to live, to build that home on Rannoch.

50. Is your Shepard indoctrinated?

             FUCK DA REAPERS

(+1: what does Shepard smell like?)

             Gun oil. Cherry and cinnamon

[caro-bug]

Ok the time has come

If you are a diehard Raiden fan or won't take me criticising Genshin for some other reasons, plz skip this post, because It's gonna be one hell of a Rant.

Don't get me wrong, I love Genshin and I'm not planning to quit it or something, but criticism must be given.

And that being said...

GENSHIN 2.1 STORYLINE WAS VERY, VERY BAD

And here's why:

Barely any playable characters were given any depth in this version. They were all treated just like plot devices.

Especially Yae Miko, who was there just to explain everything to our dumbassess and and give us an axcess to the power of ambition and friendsip I guess

Kokomi and Gorou? Nahhh, why give them any actual spotlight, if they were there only to deliever the schocking news that Fatui gave dellusions to the resistance? We might've as well learned that from some random soldier NPC and it would make little to no difference.

Speaking of delusions, don't Kokomi and Gorou fight on the front line? HOW THE HECK did they not notice that all of their visionless soldiers suddenly can use the power of elements? Did everyone hide it from them and everyone actually succeeded? Wasn't Kokomi weired out buy th sudden improvement of the whole resistace? How the heck did none slip up? WHY DIDN'T KOKOMI OR GOROU CHECK OUT THESE "WEAPONS" BEFORE GIVING THEM TO THEIR SOLDIERS? THEY COULD HAVE BEEN BOMBS OR SOMETHING

Also the fact that Kokomi just made us a general without giving us time to get to know how resistance works, or that she would give Teppei promotions just because he asked was extremely stupid. Not a master strategist move for sure. We could be a spy. Kokomi didn't even aknowledge Teppei until he asked her for a promotion.

Overall the whole resistance arc was extremely rushed and basically almost useless. If it was wisely prolonged, this update could be spread between two versions no problem. We could have had more quests where we and Teppei would slowly climb up the ranks, get to know more about Kokomi, ACTUALLY FIND OUT STUFF ABOUT EI AND SCARAMOUCHE INSTEAD OF LETTING YAE INFO-DUMP IT ON US.

Kazuha was ok I guess, but he was given very little screentime, and as my friend (a big Kazuha fangirl, mind you) noticed, that his whole arc revolves around Tomo and he barely has any personality besides grieving his loss, which is dissapointing.

I'd rather see him actualy join the resistance and face Ei not because he randomly appeared to save us, but because he was banished from Inazuma and had the courage to return.

Speaking of random appearances, why were Kazuha and the resistance at Tenshukaku anyway? Like, hear me out: Last time they've seen us alive was when we declared we would find the dellusion factory. So unless Yae told them we were here, they had no right to know (and if she did, how would that help?) And if they ACTUALLY thought that they could raid Tenshukaku, why do that right after their army recieved such a big blow, and with so little men? Besides the fact that Kazuha Conviniently managed to save us, it was all just an unnecessary bloodshed.

And Ei... Oh my god, I'm sorry, but the way they did her was such a mistake.

She basially went through the same thing as Venti and Zhongli, but was the only one to chose violence.

When we tell her that her people are suffering she's like "yeah, I know, so what?" But then we defeat her with what's basically a power of friendship and she's like. "Ok, I'll stop the decree I guess" and in her story quest she suddenly wants the best for her people? Oh no I know you don't.

She could have been the actual victim of The Fatui's plot. Imagine if Sara was actually collaborating with the Fatui and when we told her about them "manipulating" Ei she'd say she's gonna tell her but would actually go to backstab her before she realises the truth. Or if the "you've changed, you're getting weak" line would be what Scaramouche said to Ei after he defeats her.

Or, she could be an ACTUAL villain. The one that isn't forgiven just because she buys some dango milk and pulled a sword out of her boobs. She's a tyrant and there's no denying it. So why didn't she die to get what she desserved? Why didn't she get any actual redemption, or make some sort of sacrifice to show that she wants well for Inazuma after all? She could face the consequences of her wrongdoings and see the death she caused or experience the wrath of the people she hurt but noooo, her people already forgave her and are concerned for her health! But she's just being angsty, so let's go on a peacefull stroll and show her some horny light novel people wrote about her <3 Like come on, really?

Like seriously, if Mihoyo had the guts to actually call her evil, that would barely infulence her popularity. People simp over well-written villains like crazy. Well-written villains rule.

I'm honestly worried about how The Tsaritsa will be handled...

But okay, okay. To lighten up the mood, here are some things that I liked about this update:

Teppei, duh.

Watatsumi Lesbians.

Sara. Oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous. Once again, she proved herself to be an honorable person. We've seen her admit that she was doubtful about the decree. We've seen her world being shattered as she realised what her family did. We've seen her put away her selfless devotion to do what's right. My hot tengu gf, I absolutely love you and your writing so far.

Scaramouche has more interesting backstory and motivations than hid creator. He's the villain we deserve. He has the gnosis and he's yet to cause some drama, so hopefully he fixes this hell of an arc.

Thoma didn't have much screentime, but I like how they touched the topic of how it's hard for him to stay in hiding

Sayu was cute and fit into the story nicely.

ANGRY TRAVELER YES. They spoke. They were pissed. They were traumatized by witnessing Signora's death, even though they hated her. They see that the gods are nothing to mess with, they're changing, they're becpming just like their sibling. YES, YES, YES.

The fact that Raiden somehow "marked" us to attack us when we join the resistance army was cool and relflected her elemental skill really nicely.