#scared im gonna get rusty

[americanrecord]

im starting to suffer without a project rly badly

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

ik Doing It Scared is a massive part of helping anxiety and just life in general but I'm still mad about it

[iinaminottennight]

beginning to understand what iketani meant with working on your own car makes you fonder of it bc i just replaced my brake discs and brake pads all on my own and the sense of pride and love for my car is unlike anything ive ever felt man

[cranberrylane]

i shouldn’t have checked my course list before bed and while i’m still on my break

[hamtigers]

DPS main, was a WHM main in ShB specifically, and baby tank here(i dont have any tanks to max yet)

Honestly I don't want to vote on either bc I don't think either is rude. I'm in the same boat as you, but I'm gonna elaborate anyway just to get my thoughts out, not direct them at anyone in particular.

What's rude is pulling for the tank, or insisting the tank needs to pull more. Or a tank trying to continue to do big pulls if the healer can't keep up.

I've had tanks wipe bc they didn't realize their healer couldn't keep up and then immediately start doing small pulls bc it's not worth the risk of wiping again. Which is a very good way to handle that.

Is it faster to wall to wall? Yes. Is it the general expectation? Yes. But everyone is here to play the game and have fun. I'd rather take a little bit longer if it means no one is being given a bunch of anxiety because they're trying to perform to someone else's expectation. I get it, (solo)DPS queues are long and a lot of time we're just trying to get through our dailies, but it's just a game and not worth freaking out over.

Everyone likes to bring up new tanks/healers still learning, or ppl who are at lvl and thus don't have the excess gear stats. This is all very valid, but you have to remember that someone could be high level or geared and still prefer a slower pace for one reason or another. Maybe they're rusty at the class. Maybe for all anyone knows, a disability could be interfering with their ability to react in time so they prefer to play safe. As other players, we're not entitled to someone "proving" that they "need" the slower pace. Just let people play how they prefer(so long as it's not spinning the boss and screwing over melee positionals lol) it really shouldn't be a big deal and I'm tired of people acting like it is.

I have another little poll for my FFXIV fellows

and I'll add a little context: this isn't trying to figure out which is like, "more correct" to do as a tank, I'm just curious where the general vibe is - cause my sister grew up playing WoW where, in her circles, it was usually considered rude to pull wall to wall. now XIV is obviously a very different game, but coming to this mmo and seeing folks (admittedly usually DPS players) say that it's rude not to wall to wall is just interesting to me

I do think in the end its up to the tank and the healer, especially if one or both is a sprout, but its been interesting to see just how... worked up some people really get over it

[starlight-lesbians]

in the drive thru au im just picturing the taco bell crew dealing with a nasty customer then having to send out the wildcard (greaseball). i imagine the customer runs away

oh for SURE

someone’s being nasty to Rusty because he’s kinda scrawny and looks like a scared puppy, and then someone waves Greaseball, this tall, muscular, angry punk lesbian, over.

She’s definitely not professional about it, that customer is gonna leave terrified or crying. Greaseball gets to bully her coworkers, customers don’t get to pull that shit on them

she’s probably punched out at least one or two people, but their manager literally does not care enough to discipline her for it.

Hydra’s also a good option if Greasey isn’t available, he’s stoned and is gonna be far more chill, but he’s also the tall ecopunk stoner that will deliver some NASTY burns because bro has just no filter at all

at the cafe Belle is normally the one who deals with rude customers, she’s great at just glaring until the person inevitably just shuts tf up and leaves

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

The Secrets One Keeps

Alrighty, This is a request I was sent by an anon! Asking for a reader who's Hosea's daughter but dating Arthur, they have to keep their relationship a secret, especially from Hosea. Afraid for the poor man's heart.

Keep in mind this is my first work since coming back from hiatus, I'm a little rusty, so it might not be as great as it could be, be patient with me as I try to get back into the Rythm of things please! There's some NSFW themes but it's not full on smut, not for my first one back, but never fear, that will make a return.

Warnings: Fluff, language, maybe some NSFW themes Reader is a bit younger than Arthur is. (Don't worry Im not a freak, reader is gonna be over 18 by like at LEAST six years) Female reader, if there's slip ups, please let me know so I can correct them!

Let's jump into it!

You swear to God you just saw him, You just did, you watched him come out this way and you watched him give you that...look.

He wanted you to follow him, you could SEE it.

So where the hell was he?

"Arthur?"

You call out, but you keep your voice low. It's late, and camp isn't too far, you don't want anyone to hear you...you know what the two of you agreed on, and it was better if no one knew about the two of you. Especially your father. Hosea would NOT take kindly to Arthur dating his 24 year old daughter.

Not only that but to Hosea...Arthur was like a son...he saw the two of you as though you were siblings.

You definitely did NOT feel that way.

"Arthur, I swear to whatever God you pray to you better fuckin' come out-"

"Aw now, c'mon Darlin' that ain't very nice of you to speak like that."

You practically hear the smirk on his face as you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a chin on your shoulder.

"'Sides, you know I ain't a religious man."

"Arthur Morgan, how many times do I have to tell you not to scare me-"

"Awww you love it."

"No I don't!"

"Bullshit you don't last time I did you laughed and tried to take my pants off-"

"Shut up."

You twist to face him and sure enough he's wearing that smirk of his.

"You like it."

"Alright! Fine."

He laughs and leans in, placing his lips gently against yours, softly, sweetly, so different from what he showed everyone else.

"Been wantin' to do that all damn day. I hate this sneakin' around crap," He scoffs. "Fuckin' stupid, we're both adults."

"Aw come on, it's not so bad Arthur...The sneaking around is kinda fun..."

"I guess so...I don't know, I'm gettin' real tired of not bein' able to kiss you goodbye, or havin' to hide behind the wagons just to tell ya I love ya. I shouldn't have to hide it like I'm embarrassed."

"I know..."

You give a sigh and lean into him.

"It sucks, I know it does, I know. The sneaking is fun, but...I know what you mean. We should be sharing a tent by now, instead of trying not to be caught."

He gives you a grunt in response, placing his chin on your head.

"How can we be sure that Hosea wouldn't approve of us?"

His voice comes out a little strained. Acting as though he didn't already know the answer.

"C'mon Arthur..."

You sigh again and move so you can look him in the eye properly.

"You know he won't. Hell, he sees us slightly too close to one another and he loses his mind, he stares you down. You know it, you see it."

"I know..."

He grumbles.

"I need to spend more time with you though Darlin' I do. I NEED to."

He pauses for a moment

"We have to at least take a trip together soon, I mean...either that or we just gotta stop carin' about what Hosea thinks. Don't get me wrong I love 'em, I do, but I love you more."

"I love you too..."

The two of you are silent for a few moments, comfortably leaning against one another in the darkened part of the woods, it's late, both of you know that, and both of you know that you should probably be getting to sleep.

But it's been a long day. A long week even, the two of you haven't had nearly as much time together as you would have liked.

"You think maybe I could sneak you into my tent?"

Arthur's voice breaks the silence, quietly, barely there.

"Jus' tonight, please?"

"Arthur, you know dad'll see us."

"No, look I can leave tomorrow before you, leave the flaps down, no one'll go in there, then you just gotta go out towards the side instead of the front, go around the back of the wagon."

You chuckle a little at his enthusiasm, he never fails to make you smile. He's so obviously, deeply in love with you that it's hard to say no to him.

"Alright....alright, okay, we'll try. He should be asleep by now, it's just the others we have to worry about."

"They ain't gonna say anythin'."

You look at him and give a confused look, though your smile never wavers.

"How do you know?"

"They won't cause if they do, it's me they have to deal with, not Hosea."

His voice lowers slightly, and you watch as that look comes over his eyes. You've seen it before, you know what it means.

"Jesus Arthur, would you quit that, you..."

Your face heats quickly and you look away from him. Of course he was attempting to be threatening, but to you, it just seemed...attractive more so than threatening.

He knew that.

"Why Sweetheart...somethin' gettin' into that head of yours?"

"Shut it, you know what it does-"

"Absolutely I do, why you think I'm doin' it?"

He laughs but leans in and kisses your temple before starts to lead you back towards camp.

"C'mon, let's sneak you in."

He ushers you forwards, and the two of you stop at the edge of camp to see who's up, but luckily it seems that mostly everyone is sleeping.

He then leads you around the edge of Clemmons Point until the both of you get to his tent, the moment the both of you are in he closes the flaps up and gives the two of you some privacy. It seemed like the two of you had gotten away with it. Or at least no one had called out to you.

In the dim light of his lantern the two of you share a smile and there's a look in his eyes that you know means you'll be playing the quiet game tonight.

.....

Morning seems to come faster than you would have liked it to, the time spent with Arthur never seemed to be enough, so when you wake up in the early morning you decide to just burrow further into his bare chest.

It earns a quiet grumble from him as he pulls you closer to him, he's awake, you can tell he is, but he stays silent. The only way you know he's awake is the fact that his hand can't stay away from your ass.

"Didn't you have enough last night?"

You mumble but there's a smile on your face as you adjust, throwing a leg over his hip.

"Ain't never 'nough with you."

It comes out as a grumble and he moves to your thigh, gripping it tightly as he pulls it even further over his hip.

He buries his head in your neck and kisses there. As much as he seems to try and rile you up the kiss is soft, more sweet than anything.

"C'mon Darlin'...this could be every mornin'..."

He yawns and shifts himself, trying to wake up a little more.

"We gotta tell him at some point anyhow..."

"I know..."

You huff and move your hand to his hair, gently massaging his scalp, it's nearly instinct.

"I just...I don't know what he'll think, what he'll do...."

"C'mon, it's me. I know it probably ain't what he wants but...He loves me, he knows me...you could be screwin' Bill behind doors."

He stops a moment.

"Shut up Arthur, it is not-"

"I dunno about that, seems kinda dumb to me."

You roll your eyes and laugh before you kiss the top of his head. You're about to open your mouth to try and come up with an idea on what to tell your father when the tent flap opens.

You and Arthur move simultaneously to look and see who's standing there only to have your eyes go wide.

You're leaning backwards, your head turned over your shoulder to look, and you suddenly wish that you could disappear.

Hosea stands at the opening of the tent, his mouth open as though he'd gone to say something and then he'd noticed.

"Hosea, I can explain-"

Arthur starts, he moves, and gently puts his hand on your back to push you towards the wall so that you can stay covered.

"I don't want to hear it!"

Hosea puts his hand out, as though he's trying to block it all from view.

"Get dressed! Both of you!"

He leaves, dropping the tent flap and leaving the two of you alone.

"Shit..."

"Shit's fuckin' right..."

Arthur sighs and plops back down on the cot, covering his eyes with one hand.

The two of you take a moment, sitting in silence. wondering what the hell you'd say.

This silence continues as the two of you go to dress, once the two of you are done Arthur reaches for your hand, taking it quietly as both of you leave the tent.

Hosea stands right outside, and the both of you give one another a look of shame.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing!?"

Hosea nearly yells, it's such a difference from his usual calm demeanor, you've rarely seen your father so mad.

"Hosea, c'mon..."

Arthur mumbles.

"Can't we talk about this outside of camp?"

Hosea takes a deep breath and then nods, and the three of you begin your trudge towards the edge of camp. It's there that Hosea stands with his arms crossed waiting.

"Explain yourselves."

"Hosea-"

"No, Y/N, you first."

"Dad..."

You swallow and look to Arthur and then to Hosea.

"I love him. I mean that. I love him, and I have for a very long time, and he loves me. I know he does. It's not just...it's not just a one time thing, it means something-"

"How long."

"About a year."

A silence falls over the three of you. Hosea's face seems unreadable.

His eyes close and he gives a deep breath, exhaling heavily.

"Arthur."

Hosea opens his eyes and looks towards him, his jaw clenched.

"If anything happens to them, emotional or otherwise, I'm going to hold you accountable, and you WILL NOT like me. You understand me?"

"I do Hosea, you know me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to them. Never."

Hosea doesn't seem exactly...pleased with this answer, but he seems to accpet it.

"Don't EVER let me catch you two like that again."

"You didn't knock-"

"Shut up Arthur."

Arthur clamps his jaw shut and swallows, but there's a look a defiance in his eyes.

Hosea looks at the two of you for a moment longer and then walks away without another word.

The two of you, now alone, look at each other and give a relieved sigh.

"I guess...I mean he knows now at least."

"I have a feeling he's gonna make your life a living hell for a while Arthur-"

"Yeah..."

He breathes.

"More than likely."

[thetriplets3]

hey ! you asked for blurbs so i was thinking what about a blurb for chris were him and the reader are friends and they’ve shared a couple kisses secretly in the last few weeks, but it taking a toll on the both of them being just friends, but maybe reader asks chris to be his girlfriend instead of chris asking :,) i think it’d be really cute <3 thank you

thanks ems for coming through with a request this is terrible i’m rusty i hope this is what you were looking for

to everyone else chris and i look like normal friends who have known each other for years, which is true. but they don’t see the secret kisses or acts of affection that are saved just for us. we’ve never really talked about what we are more than a “we find comfort in each other so be it if that involves physical affection”. we just mutually agreed we love each others presence and love each other (despite not saying it).

chris’ brothers are aware there’s something between us but haven’t said a thing other than sharing knowing glances between each other. they know commitment is something that scares chris and they don’t wanna force or bring up his possible feelings for me, rather let him come to that realization on his own. the four of us laid across the sofa watching our second movie of the night. nick headed to his room about 20 minutes ago to go to bed and matt had fallen asleep on the sofa. i laid curled into chris’ side with my head on his shoulder hearing a soft “you ready to sleep? ‘m tired” and with that we quietly made our way to his room.

after getting ready for bed i crawled under the covers while i waited for chris to finish up. this gave me time to think about something i’ve been wanting to bring up for a while. im too in my head to notice chris has gotten into bed next to me.

“ow chris what was that for?” i yelp as i receive a flick to my arm (chris 100% would flick someone for no reason)

“i called your name and you didn’t hear me so i flicked you and it worked so that’s what you get” i roll my eyes at him and stay quiet debating if i should say anything or if it’ll ruin what we have

“hey what’s going on everything okay?” his tone changes from joking to more serious as he lowers his head to meet my eyes as a hand rubs my back

“uh yeah no i’m i’m good i just- i don’t know. i just don’t want to say the wrong thing” i hesitate with a sigh

“that’s okay take your time nothing you say is wrong”

“i’ve just been thinking about how things are between us and i don’t want this to change how it is but i don’t like not knowing what we are” i meet his eyes trying to gauge any sort of reaction but all i get is him deeply focused and hanging onto my every word. “i know how you feel about commitment and i don’t want to force you if you don’t want it but um how do you feel about me maybe being your girlfriend?” my attention remains unwavering on my lap as i pick at the skin around my nail scared to see his reaction

his hand covers mine stilling them from being picked at. “hey can you look at me please?” i meet his eyes suddenly panicking for putting him in this position.

“you can say no that’s perfectly okay i won’t hold it against you i shouldn’t have said anything”

“are you kidding i was gonna say i’d love for you to be my girlfriend. the last few months have been amazing and i want a lifetime of that with you”

“i love you chris” i mumble into his shoulder as he pulls me into a hug

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @strniolo @luvsturniolo

[biolizardboils]

so heads up! im popping a LOT of Prime Season 3 posts into the queue--they'll start coming out one week from now, on January 22nd! if you can see this post and haven't watched it yet, here's some tags to block: #prime spoilers, #sonic prime spoilers, #sonic prime s3 spoilers, #sonic prime season 3 spoilers.

got all that? great! here's my final unorganized little rambles about the show:

shoutout to Rusty Rose's Birdie, who only appears in the very first and very last eps for some reason 😭 her speech about it not being her power source came outta nowhere too, but i loved the message behind it

when everyone arrives at the Grim, just before the ep ends, Nine starts breathing heavily and it. instantly reminded me of Movie!Tails when the bar was calling them freaks. fuck. its a nice reminder of where Nine's coming from

speaking of Nine his poses getting more unhinged over time!! hell yeah

i love that the final fight(s) felt like a kid smashing 3 different Lego sets together, real Robot Pirate Island shit

i laughed a little too hard when the Grim's dome started closing in cus Nine's citadel-thing already reminded me of a thing that happened in Fortnite once, but hell naw they had to add The Storm too sdfghj

METAL BIG DESTROYED ME LJKHGFDV im SO glad i wasnt spoiled about it!!! a while in i started finding it creepy instead of funny, which is an added bonus

i was spoiled about the Advance flashback and its clashing sprites though. the utter whiplash of seeing that without warning mightve made me choke on my hot cheeto puffs. someone's already remade it btw, check it out

i fistpumped at the small reprise of "me beauty" gfhjk ill miss you so much Dread

we're four years into the 2020's and Sonic has nearly died an agonizingly slow death 3 times in 3 different continuities! and dare i say it was delicious every time >:)

unless Word of God says otherwise I'm gonna assume that the giant shadow at the end was The Return Of Metal Big lpoihgfds

So... Twitter, huh? My spoiler filters there had some leaks, and I saw some discussion out of context that... actually made me kinda scared to finish the show. But then I did, and had fun with it just like the other two seasons, and I remembered that Twitter gets high-strung about things that don't matter so much, and that giving it sway over how much I enjoy things is silly lol.

Yes, I think the last season could've been paced differently so it wasn't 5 episodes of the same Final Boss Fight. Yes, I think the writing switches jarringly between gearing for a young new audience and for a seasoned old one. Yes, I think the 2D flashbacks look and move worse than what fans constantly make for free. Yes, I think the final episode doesn't do nearly as much housekeeping as it should (does the Shatterverse still exist or not??). Yes, I think declaring the show is canon to the games or whatever they said probably wasn't the best idea. And yes, I think Black Rose should've had a shoulder-parrot!Birdie to match the other Amys. All valid critiques! All sensible things to think when you've been around the Sonic bush!

But I swear to god, people on Twitter act like these things spoil the whole package. Where's the nuance? Why does every opinion there become an absolute worth tearing others down for? Is it the character limit? I bet it's the character limit.

There's so much I love about this show that were infeasible for the Sonic brand just 3-4 years ago. Externalizing the characters' facets to explore them in-depth. Said exploration spanning multiple episodes instead of being one-and-done. The sheer amount of genuine Sonadow food (and I don't actively do shipping, so me adding it here should hold a lot of weight). The snappy, playful, yet blistering fight scenes that, dare I say, feel like a successful TV-budget Spider-Verse. It was all so much fun!

But I guess stuff like Green Hill being the gang's "home" is a big deal-breaker?? Like?? I thought that was silly too, but not worth ratio'ing people with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse over? Get well soon, I guess??

Rambling over, shout-out to the entire country of Canada for giving me the most fun I've had with a Sonic show since X! I'm gonna go figure out how to address all this as The End lol

[bullet-prooflove]

Playing The Odds: Herman Kozik x Reader

Tagging: @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @words-and-seeds @danzer8705 @yourwinchesterbros @mysoulisasunflower

When Kozik first meets you, it’s because you’ve come to his door asking for your basketball back. You’ve been shooting hoops in your yard trying to decompress when you’d bounced it over the wall and into your neighbour’s garden. When he sees you there, in an old Linkin Park t-shirt and bike shorts he thinks he falls in love. He’s been in Sonora just shy twenty-four hours and already his life has changed completely.

His place is a mess, there are boxes everywhere half unpacked, he can’t find most of the stuff he needs because his brother Nate helped him move and Nate is fucking terrible. There’s no order to the items he’s shoved in each cardboard box, and it drives Kozik insane.

“You should get out the house a little bit.” You tell him when he hands you back the orange ball. “You look like you’re going a little stir crazy.”

His palm rubs over the back of his neck, he has that itch, the one he always gets when he needs a fix. He’s been clean a eight years now but sometimes he can still feel it scratching away at the surface of his brain. He wonders if you recognise the restlessness inside him. Junkies tend to find each other but he doesn’t see any of the tell-tale signs on your skin, you look healthy, vibrant, alive.

“Come to the court around the corner, shoot a couple of hoops with me.” You request, jerking your head in the direction of the court. You’re the first person he’s met in the neighbourhood, and he already knows he’d follow you anywhere.

To be fair, it’s a nice court, not one of the run-down ones he’s used to playing on back in Tacoma, the tarmac smells fresh and he can see it practically sizzling in the afternoon sun. The two of you must be mental to play in this heat, but there’s something in you, something that tells him you need to get out of your own head as much as he does.

You play one and one, and he finds it exhilarating because you aren’t scared to get up in his face despite his size and your trash talk…

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He teases you, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You shoot him the middle finger before pulling the twenty-dollar bill from the strap of your sports bra and flaunting it in his face.

“Remember when you used to have twenty bucks.”

Yea, you hustled him good.

Where he’s got the height and the range, you have the speed. You run rings around him, while he blocks your shots. The problem is he’s rusty. He hasn’t played since his last stint in prison a few years ago, but in a way it’s like flexing old muscles, his body remembers the moves it just takes a while for it to translate. When he bumps you, it isn’t intentional. He knows you’re going to take a tumble before it happens. He’s 6’1 and built like a brick shit house, you have no chance. He loops his arm around your waist, hauling you against him as your balance wavers.

The feel of his body against yours, that raw power and the hard plains of muscle…

You’re a goner even before those brilliant blue eyes meet yours.

“You good?” He asks, concern etched into his features as he studies your face.

Your breathings a little ragged, you can’t tell if it’s from the game or the proximity. There’s a deep throb inside of you, a heated ache that starts between your legs and rushes through your body like a narcotic. You want to pull away and you want to kiss him all at the same time, it’s a war inside of you, a tempest of visceral yearning and self-preservation because the last thing you want right now is to get involved with someone, even if it is this man, the one who makes you feel like there’s an electrical current zapping through your synapses.

“You gonna let me take you out?” He asks as he releases you from his grasp.

You step away, picking the ball up from where it’s rolled before bouncing it off the tarmac below your feet.

“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly, dipping your knees and lowering into an offence stance. “Now’s not really a great time for me.”

“It’s not a great time for me either.” He responds, following your lead and spreading his hands into a defensive position. “But a guy’s gotta eat.”

There’s something in the way he says it, the left corner of his mouth quirks up as your skin flushes and before you know it, the ball is out of your hands and sailing through the hoop. You give him a look and he shoots you one back.

It looks like you aren’t the only one doing a little hustling.

“Best of three.” You say to him as you reclaim the ball. “You win, you can take me out. You lose and I double my money.”

What Kozik hasn’t told you is that he almost went pro before he got addicted to coke, he’d had a scholarship lined up and everything. These past few games you’ve played, they’re just a warmup, a way of shaking the dust off because now he’s got something to aim for, an actual goal to achieve and that rallies him. He grins at you and it’s like you’re seeing the sun appear over the horizon for the first time since your life caved in on itself.

“You know what?” He says that vibrant blue eyes focusing on yours. “I really like my odds.”

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[frogletscribe]

Until It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 11: So Long and Lost

Summary:

20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago. 

Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

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Tenak has entered the chat, Neteyam struggles to adapt, Anthe and Spider get bad news

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Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!Reader/OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood, Self-depreciation, Neglectful Parenting, Suggestive Themes, Mutual Pining, Hurt-Comfort, Found Family

WC: 3672 words. AO3 Link Here

A/N: Okay its been a sec! I graduated college (yaay) and also had my laptop and switch stolen in the same day (;~;) SO, this took me a minute to finish. Also thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging my doodles!

I feel like I should also note that I still have not played Frontiers of Pandora so, there are obviously going to be differences. I'm staying away from using too many explicit references, or else im gonna frustrate myself when i actually do get to play the game lol

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One of Tenak’s clearest memories of his childhood was the first time had met Anthe. He was thirteen years old, the oldest child to have been taken just a few years prior. There were only three others then, all between eight and eleven, and all looking to him for safety and guidance. Anthe arrived with three more children, nine years old and full of spite and fire. The others that came with them were even smaller, six and seven at most, clinging to Anthe’s legs, trying to hide from the strangers that had killed their families and stole them from their homes. 

Tenak watched through the classroom window with Kala, a girl from his village that had been stolen with him, waiting to see what would happen with this new group of Na’vi children. They watched the RDA soldiers try to drag Anthe and the other kids towards the classroom. The smaller children went more easily, still too scared to fight back, but not Anthe. Tenak watched the younger child kick and hiss at the soldiers. Teacher tried to step in, urging the soldiers to stop trying to force the child to go, but the soldiers were already angry, and Anthe was still kicking and cursing at anything that tried to get too close. 

So, Tenak made a choice. He left the classroom, pushing past Teacher and the soldiers and putting himself between them and the child. Someone tried to grab him, and drag him back into the classroom as well, but at thirteen Tenak was already taller and stronger than the human soldiers, and could easily brush them back. He stuck out a hand to who he would soon know to be Anthe, helping them back to their feet where the soldiers had pushed them down. They eyed him warily, as Teacher was frantically trying to keep the soldiers from escalating things further. 

“{Why do you dress like them?}” Anthe’s voice was small but accusatory. Tenak looked down at himself, clad in the TAP issue pants and shirt he wore. By contrast, this new child still wore their more traditional Na’vi clothes, a woven and beaded top with matching tewng.

“{They took my clothes.}” He said simply, his mother tongue feeling rusty in his own mouth. “{They will take yours too, and anything else you have.}” The child swallowed, curling in on themselves protectively.

“Hey! English only! You know the rules!” One of the soldiers grabbed Tenak by the arm, shouting in his face.

“They do not know English yet.” He hissed back through gritted teeth. “They are confused, and will not listen until they know what’s going on.” There was a moment of tension, Tenak staring down the soldier holding him, ears pinned back against his skull. 

“Then do your explaining back in the classroom.” The soldier finally relented, shoving the children towards the door. Anthe was less resistant this time, holding close to Tenak as he quietly ushered them into the room, Teacher close behind them. The three other new children were all huddled together around Kala, sniffling and sobbing into her shirt. She was only eleven, and already acting like a mother hen for all the younger children.

“Okay.” Teacher let out a shaky breath, closing the door behind her. “New agenda for the day, we are going to help our new friends get adjusted.” Her smile when she turned back to the eight Na’vi children did not meet her eyes, and Tenak could see the anxiety in the shake of her hands.

Over the next several hours, Tenak and Kala helped Teacher clean up and dress the new children in TAP uniforms. More soldiers came and went, taking away the children’s old clothes and songcords, but while there were many tears, this time there was less fighting. Anthe, as Tenak finally managed to get their name, refused to make a single sound or acknowledge anyone but him. Not once did they cry, only gritting their teeth and clenching their fists as even more was taken from them. That was the last day any of them were allowed to speak Na’vi freely and without punishment, the last day they had even the smallest taste of home, and the first day of the rest of their lives.

Ten years they stayed in TAP, losing their language and stories with the passage of time. Ten years trapped in a cage that turned them into weapons against their own people. All the younger ones were gone now and all that was left were Tenak, Kala, and Anthe. But, Anthe hadn’t woken up when he and Kala had. They had lost fifteen years of their lives to the cryopods and Anthe was still asleep.

 Every year, for the last five years, he had made a point of going back to TAP and checking on Anthe in their pod. When he and Kala had first woken up, Anthe’s pod was the only other one to have not gone completely dark already. They had tried everything they could think of to get their younger sibling out and nothing had worked. So Tenak took to waiting, going back as often as he could, waiting for Anthe to wake up. 

However, he had gotten caught up in the new RDA invasion, trying to protect the new friends and clans he had met in the Western Frontier of Pandora, and now Anthe was gone. Tenak had returned to where Kala was staying with the Aranahe clan in a panic, Pandora was a big place and their younger sibling could be anywhere. Kala was significantly calmer about the news, reassuring him that Anthe would find their way back to them. She had always been the wisest of their family and a mother figure to the younger of them. 

“They are strong, Tenak. Anthe knows how to take care of themselves.”

“But they are alone! And you know they hate about being around strangers. They’re not going to stay with another clan.” Tenak knew Anthe too well, and knew their anxiety about being an outsider. He had struggled with it as well before he and Kala had met the clans in the west.

“We don’t know that. There are many clans, it's entirely possible that they found a safe place to stay.”

But where Kala was a calm and patient voice to soothe him, Tenak’s own inner voice was the exact opposite. Within two days, Tenak was searching every clan in the area, using an old photograph of the two of them he carried with him to ask if anyone had seen Anthe. The longer he searched the more stressed he got, especially knowing that the RDA was back, leaving Anthe in more danger because of it. 

Now, Tenak was practically a year into his search, and there was still no sign of his younger sibling. Kala stayed behind with the Aranahe, just in case they popped up, but Tenak set his sights for the East. There were a number of clans in that direction, as well as the new RDA headquarters if his intel was right. If Anthe was there then Tenak would find them, no matter what it took.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The Metkayina Clan at Awa’atlu were kind to the Sully’s for the most part. The first few weeks in the reef village were tense, but with help from the Olo’eyktan and his family, mostly his daughter Tsireya, the family was brought quickly into the larger community. Neteyam’s siblings seemed to take to the ways of the water quickly, but the same could not be said for Neteyam himself. Where once he excelled in every aspect of his life, now he floundered. He struggled to master the breathing techniques Tsireya taught them, and grew frustrated by his slow pace in the water. It was not helped by Ao’nung, Tsireya’s older brother, and his taunting. Neteyam hadn’t wanted to leave home in the first place, but he needed to stay strong for the rest of his family. There was no room for Neteyam to mourn. 

Now he sat on the sandy beach, watching his siblings joke with each other and their new friends. Kiri and Tuk were building a sandcastle with Tsireya, while Rotxo was play-fighting in the serf with Ao’nung. Lo’ak had run off in a huff earlier, upset that no one believed that his new Tulkun friend was not the killer they believed it to be. At least his younger brother was no longer fighting with Ao’nung. It was a good development, especially given the recent fight the Sully brothers had had with the Metkayina man and his friends. Neteyam licked the healing cut on his lip at the memory, wincing as it still stung. Neteyam was still pissed at Ao’nung himself, even if his brother had apparently forgiven him.  After the fight, when Lo’ak had attempted to make peace, Ao’nung had almost gotten Lo’ak killed, abandoning the younger man outside the reef in Akula territory. At least, there was no more fighting or insults being thrown.

Neteyam thought now, as he did often, of Anthe, wondering if they were okay, if they had escaped the RDA or were still there with Spider. If they were even still alive. He thumbed softly at the hilt of Anthe’s knife, the only thing he had left of them besides the gifts he never got the chance to give them. Neteyam had finished the knife he made for them, and kept it wrapped up with his belongings, and the clothes Kiri had made for them, hiding it from view. No one had tried talking to him about Anthe since they left the Omaticaya except Kiri, who did her best to reassure him that they would be fine, wherever they were. Even his parents seemed to avoid the subject, as if they had never existed, as if they had never spent the better part of a year in the family's company. 

He thought back to their last conversation, how Anthe could believe they weren’t worthy of safety or belonging within the Omatikaya. The thought that they couldn’t ever belong. At the time, he found it hard to understand. He couldn’t see how just having a different upbringing could make a person feel so separate from those around him. Unwelcome. Outsider. But, Neteyam understood it now. He felt it, here with the Metkayina, where none of his previous skills had value, and he was no longer the eldest son of the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. Just another demon blooded outsider. Kiri and Lo’ak had it even worse too, he knew that, even back home they had struggled. Neteyam felt like he had no right to feel this pain now, while his siblings had felt it their entire lives. At least he had his family, all together, all safe, going through the same things with him. Anthe was just alone, not knowing if their family was even alive. No wonder nothing he said had helped. No wonder they had left him when he couldn’t even understand that much. 

“{‘Teyam?}” Kiri’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, back to the beach. 

“{Kiri, hey.}” Neteyam shook himself, pocketing the knife again.

“{Are you alright?}” Kiri asked, plopping herself down beside him, and leaning close.

“{I’m fine.}” He shrugged, not looking at his younger sister.

“{Come on, Neteyam, don’t be like that.}” Kiri frowned, nudging Neteyam in the side. “{You’re worried aren’t you?}” Neteyam just shrugged again, leaning into Kiri a bit.

“{I’m fine, Kiri, I promise.}”

“{But you’re not! I know you miss Anthe and your home sick, we all are.}”

“{Kiri.}” He sighed, “{You really do not need to worry about me, I will be fine, I’m just…}”

“{Sad. You’re sad, and heart broken, and I know you would rather wallow in it but I don’t accept that. I miss Spider more than anything, but we have to trust that they will be okay. They will come back.}” Kiri spoke, holding Neteyam’s face in her hands and forcing him to look at her. Of course he knew she was right, just as she usually was. Neteyam let out a heavy sigh, slumping into his sister’s hands and letting his face squash in her palms. Kiri smiled, pinching her older brother's cheeks with a soft chuckle.

 “{Tsireya said she got her mother's permission to take us to the Spirit Tree here, you should come with us. Please, come with us.}”

“{Okay.}” Neteyam nodded finally, letting Kiri drag him back to his feet.

“{Is he coming?}” Tuk hollered, seeing her older siblings approach where she and Tsireya sat.

“{Should we try to find Lo’ak too?}”Tsireya looked to Kiri, worried expression on her soft features. The Metkayina girl had grown close with Neteyam’s younger brother, who in turn had a very obvious crush on her as well. 

“{I’m not sure he really wants to be around us yet. We can bring him next time.}” Kiri sighed.

It didn't take long for the group to reach the Metkayina’s underwater Spirit Tree, but the sun was still setting quickly in the distance. Ao’nung had excused himself before the group had left, leaving Tsireya and Rotxo to guide Neteyam and his sisters. Even from atop the waves, the view of the glowing tree below them was breathtaking. Tuk was standing excitedly on the back of Kiri’s Ilu, eager to jump straight in, while Tsireya explained that she and Rotxo would act as the Sully’s dive partners to keep them safe while they connected to the tree.

    One by one they each slipped from the backs of their Ilu and dove down into the water. Neteyam could see that Kiri especially seemed excited. She had prayed at the Brother Tree back in their home forest all the time, and was deeply spiritual compared to Neteyam and the rest of his siblings. This would be the first time in months that she could connect to Eywa again since they left. Rotxo brought Tuk to one coral-like branch of the tree while Tsireya led Neteyam and Kiri to their own, encouraging them to connect. He could see why his little brother could be falling for such a sweet girl. Carefully, he reached back for his kuru, watching the pink tendrils hidden beneath the end of his braid eagerly reach for the tree as he brought them to the branch and closed his eyes.

Neteyam was back in the forest, familiar and warm, in an area he knew quite well. He followed the small path to the pond he had brought Anthe to so long ago. It was just as he remembered, the afternoon light bleeding softly through the tree canopy above, glittering across the shifting pool like gems. It felt calm there, peaceful in a way Neteyam missed. But something still felt like it was missing, beyond just the fact that Neteyam knew he wasn’t actually there. It was calm, but it was also lonely, the lack of Anthe’s presence making itself known. 

Homesick, heartbroken, hopeless, Neteyam felt all of it. At least here, he could actually let himself feel it, finally someplace private without fear of interruption. The last time he had tried to have a moment to himself, it had been cut off by the admission from Ao’nung that Lo’ak had been abandoned out in open water, and Neteyam had been scolded for not being there to stop it. Here that wouldn’t happen, he could just be alone and feel as sad as he needed to without being a burden to anyone. It was cathartic, right up until the flashing started, suddenly pulling Neteyam from the connection, back to reality. Neteyam shook his head, trying to orient himself as Tsireya rushed past him, towards where he saw Kiri convulsing, seizing under the water.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

 “We found something.” Quaritch grinned at the group of Recoms standing around the conference room, and Anthe felt their heart drop to the pit of their stomach. There was a chorus of whooping and cheers from the soldiers around them, but Spider was stock still and pale as a ghost. Anthe did their best not to show their dread, forcing a grin and high five when Ja turned towards them to celebrate.

“We got a helicopter ping headed in the direction of this cluster of islands.” The Colonel pointed out on a holographic map, showing an area to the South West of their current location. 

“Ardmore is sending us to the RDA coastal base, here.” He pointed to an area more immediately west of Bridgehead. “Where we will catch a ride to search the islands.”

“Colonel.” Anthe managed, doing their best to seem as neutral as possible. They had only just been released from their ‘probation’, their ankle tracker finally removed, and one step closer to getting out. 

“What is it, private?”

“Are we sure it’s them? You said all that was left back at the original RDA base were scientists, could it just be a research team or something?”

“It’s possible.” Quaritch nodded. “But it's still a lead to Sully. If it's anything good, then maybe you’ll get some use outta that rifle of yours, too. Speaking of-” Quaritch motioned over to a grinning Lyle who excitedly pulled a familiar large shape from behind his back, handing it to Anthe.

“You get your piece back!” The recom grinned, clapping a hand on Anthe’s shoulder. Anthe was quick to check over the rifle, it was cleaner than they expected with a new strap, but undamaged and otherwise unchanged. The weapons' familiar weight in their hands brought with it a sense of safety Anthe hadn’t truly felt in a while, that made the smile that crossed their face feel that much more genuine. They held it close, nodding a quiet thanks to Lyle as he crossed back to his place at the Colonel’s side.

“Right.” Quaritch coughed, regaining the room's attention, an air of smugness about him that suggested he was pleased with Anthe’s reaction. “We leave in one hour, so get your shit together and be ready to go. Anthe, make sure the kid doesn’t break anything while we load up. Dismissed.”

As soon as Quaritch said the word, Anthe was half dragging Spider out of the conference room, back to their dorm. The rifle was comfortably back on their shoulder right where it belonged. Spider was silent, his hands balled into tight fists as Anthe pulled him into their room, locking the door behind them. They turned back to the man slowly, standing stock still in the middle of the room. 

“{Spider-}” Anthe started, moving towards their friend.

“{Do you think it’s them?}” Spider suddenly spun towards them, eyes panicked.

“{I don’t know.}” 

“{It can’t be them right? There shouldn’t be any reason for a helicopter to go find them unless… unless something went wrong.}” He was spiraling, eyes darting around as he was definitely imagining the worst possible reasons for the Sully’s to suddenly need a helicopter. 

“{Spider, look at me.}” Anthe knelt, tossing the rifle on the bed.

“{Something is wrong, something has to be wrong! What if someone is hurt? Lo’ak or Kiri- What if-}”

“{Spider!}” Anthe grabbed both sides of his face, forcing him to look at them. “{We won’t know until we can get out of here, okay? I need you to breathe, deep breathes.}” They placed a palm on his chest, which Spider quickly grabbed onto, trying to anchor himself. Anthe guided him in taking deep, slow breathes, until the man's heart was no longer beating so erratically under their hand.

“{Thinking up worst case scenarios is not going to help anyone right now.}”  Anthe spoke again, once Spider had somewhat calmed, and they were both sat on the cold floor of the dorm. 

“{Those idiots just gave me back my gun, and they took off the ankle tracker. All we need now is to get rid of your tracker, and find an opportunity to get out of here. If the Sully’s are on one of those islands, then the sooner we get out and warn them, the better. Okay?}”

“{Okay.}” Spider said nodding, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“{We won’t let anyone get hurt. I promise.}”

An hour later Anthe and Spider were on one of Bridgeheads roofs with the rest of the Recoms, securing their few belongings onto Anthe’s ikran before they flew out to the RDA coastal base. Spider remained quiet, largely giving everyone but Anthe the cold shoulder. Quaritch kept looking over at them, something like concern playing on his hard features. 

“Okay, Ted. Ready to go?” Anthe said quietly as they mounted their Ikran, the aforementioned Ted, who shuddered lightly as Anthe bonded to her. They leaned over, reaching a hand out to Spider and hoisting him up into their lap when he took it. 

“I still can’t believe you named her Ted.” Spider scoffed, setting himself more comfortably against their front, while Anthe made final adjustments before take off.

“Ted is a fine name, and it's better than ‘Cupcake’,” Anthe smiled, gesturing to where Quaritch was mounting up, making Spider snicker. “Or whatever Lyle named his. What was it again? Manly Barber?” 

“Malibu Barbie!” Lyle shouted from the back of his mount, sounding offended.

“Why?” Spider asked, not bothering to hide his incredulousness.

“She’s pink!” Lyle gestured to the creature's bright pink and yellow markings. Anthe and Spider looked at eachother, sharing confused shrugs.

“I don’t get it.” Anthe shook their head back at Lyle, who groaned in frustration.

“Barbie! The fashion icon! How do you not know this?!”

“I think it’s an earth thing.” Spider frowned up at Anthe, who was feeling increasingly confused.

“Wainfleet! Quit screwing around! We ready to go?” Quaritch shouted over the bickering. There was a small chorus of ‘yessir’s from the recoms, all mounted and ready on their Ikran. Quaritch signaled take off, launching into the air and taking the lead as Anthe and the other soldiers followed.

[is-that-plural]

urgh not to feed into the whole demonization stuff but postal dude from the POSTAL game franchise is plural coded (and i am allowed to say this having DID.. bc i get so mad when singlets say he has "split/multiple personality disorder" (also bc its the outdated name) but when i see someone who is a system say he is im likd. YES (also most of the time those people who claim MPD on him are doing it to demonize the disorder and add nothing else.. like no nuance or whatever at all or deep discussion) GOING TO RAMBLE SORRY (should also probably content warn. postal is a pretty violent/graphic/dark humor franchise so theres gonna be bringing up of violence and guns, and also some semi disturbing imagery?? mostly it just being eerie, demon visuals, and scopophobia).. oh also religion trauma talk ALSO SPOILERS FOR POSTAL 1997 (?) AND POSTAL BRAIN DAMAGED!!! -------------------------------------------------------------

so, in POSTAL 1 (1997), theres this whole thing where, if you look at postal dude's voicelines from Rick Hunter, iirc (my memory is a bit rusty) theyre labeled with "demon", and his death/pain sounds are voiced by Vince Desi and arent labelled as such. its also heavily implied that postal dude is TERRIFIED and scared, but then his voicelines are him making snide and mocking remarks. it has been implied that he may be "possessed by a demon" but also that he has multiple mental conditions.

now, in POSTAL: Brain Damaged, this becomes extremely obvious. we are now more into the future, and Dude has to fight against other dude inside his own head. Other dude is the "demon" from postal 1997.

(other dude on the left, postal dude on the right.) other dude's speech at the final cutscene, he specifically talks about how they are basically one in the same, while he also cannot be killed or defeated. (and um. after this he gets shot in the head by postal dude, and "dies" but ill get to that.) (i know alter death isnt real, but us, along with other systems weve seen, have said that in headspace , an alter for example may look like they are dead or something happened to them, but that didnt actually kill them and they arent dead. it has been said this is usually a stress thing, or a coping mechanism. we have done stuff like this before.) so i dont believe other dude is dead. ALSO! when postal dude shot him, he brought up not being able to remember things he learned in childhood after that, and his brain was going all dumb,, https://www.kapwing.com/videos/66bab3c776014924d543c4c6 (tumblr wont let me put a video so i hope this link will work!! if it doesnt you can just look up the final cutscene of the game, but like the warnings i put up above they are fighting and he does get shot.) -------------------------------------------------------------- FINAL THOUGHTS my take/headcanon whatever u wanna call it, as a DID system, is that he may have DID or OSDD-1a. but instead of just claiming that and not digging into anything else or finding nuances, here's some other stuff. as a persecutor in our sys myself who also recently fused with postal 1997 being the source, and also our other few postal introjects (a few who are also persecutors), Postal dude and Other dude are system coded. I think Other dude is a mislead persecutor who is fully convinced he is a demon, on top of Postal dude thinking the same about other dude. A big thing that happens with many systems because of trauma, especially religious trauma, is thinking they are possessed (and sometimes even those around the system also calling them possessed,) and because postal dude never got the help they needed, they have some, what i like to call, internalized demonization. the first case we ever see the postal dude is in 1997 (which is also the year the game takes place in and not just the games date), and to my math, postal dude is canonically 53-54 this current year. of course he wouldnt have gotten help, especially how under researched CDDs are still to this day! and i do think they have religious trauma, i mean, the entire thing for postal 1997 is dude thinking he is cleansing the earth for god or something. POSTAL 1997 has "diary entries" (which turn into "war journal" after a bit) and they all have very obvious religious ramblings. so, my conclusion, postal dude has DID or OSDD-1A, heavy internalized demonization, religious trauma, and is system coded. i rest my case. also... just look at this image bro tell me he isnt plural,,

SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LONG I JUST LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS and despite this might being seen as demonizing DID, personally i and a few others ive met who like postal and are systems dont see it that way and postal actually makes us feel seen lol

!!! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU FOR THE RANT

a rant is actually Really needed, because i can only do so much research myself on media we're unfamiliar with, so for you all to give your reasoning and explanations is absolutely PERFECT !!

Rating: CASE CLOSED: That Dude is Plural !

[alexiskk]

Hiii‼️‼️ I M SO GLAD THAT TLOU TICKLE COMMUNITY IS GETTING BIGGER🫶🫶 and I have a few fics ab tlou myself so if you wanna check it or what you are free to go, but I have a few tickle ideas for Ellie and Joel because I LOVE THEM

Soo

1. Ellie is trying to get Joel laughing but it can be reversed into a tickle fight

2. Joel is just messing with Ellie when teaching her how to play a guitar

3. Tickle fight between Tommy and Joel (brotherly moment) (and Ellie could just saw it and join😭😭)

omg I literally want to do all of these(and i probably will at some point) they are so good but i have to do #3 I have the best little drabble in my head! hope u enjoy🫶 srry it’s rough, i wrote this in one night and i got a bit carried away lol

also go check out @potatohater their fics are big slay ! ! !

Brotherly Love

“there is no way im helping you with the truck”

“quit throwing such a fit ya stubborn asshole” Joel smiled and shoved into his brother’s shoulder as he scooted his way over in the kitchen to the lukewarm pot of coffee.

Joel was in quiet the good mood today. A few days ago on a patrol around Jackson, he found himself upon a bright red 2003 Ford-F150. Well, he assumed it was bright red in its glory days, as by now it had accumulated a dull rusty exterior followed by a coat of moss that had begun creeping up off the tires and onto the rest of the car. But he didn’t seem to care, as all he saw was an opportunity in front of him. While Jackson provided Ellie and him with a sense of comfort, he selfishly missed the days of traveling across the states together, and he could sense that restless energy in Ellie as well. Even if they were short trips, he wanted something back that he felt like he was missing since they had settled. Yes, Ellie relying on him scared him, but it also seemed to give him a sense of purpose he just couldn’t quite find here.

“Joel, i-i got the kid this weekend, Maria’s on patrol and in meetings an-”

“you are such a bad liar little brother” Joel looked up from his mug as he sipped and gave Tommy a sly smile.

“I already talked to her this mornin’. Said you’d be just fineee helpin’ out.” Joel smirked and leaned up against the counter behind him. “Said it’d keep you outta trouble”

Tommy shot Joel a side eye and shook his head as he let out a sigh

“Talk about trouble, what the hell do you think your gonna do with that truck Joel”

“Mmm so you are gonna help me now huh?”

“There is no way in hell, but if I were, I’d want to make sure you don’t kill yourself once it’s all done with” Tommy’s eyes searched the counter that Joel was leaned up against as he spoke.

“This can’t be just for joyrides Joel, where the hell is it you’re wantin’ to go?”

“You gotta shake on it first”

Tommy shot another look at Joel as he remembered where what he was looking for was.

“Look, I’m just saying messin with that truck in any regard is a stupid fuckin idea I mea-EAN-!” Tommy was suddenly cut off while he opened the overhead cabinet diagonal to Joel’s head to grab a pan for his morning eggs. Out of nowhere, Joel jabbed his fingers into Tommy’s side, almost as if it was a reflex. Tommy entire body jolted accompanied by a concealed squeal that he tried to play off by clearing his throat, but it seemed to be too late for him, as the stare Joel was sending him was already telling him everything he needed to know.

The two brothers stared at each other in silence, both quite shocked to what transpired seconds before. After the jab Tommy had jumped back about a foot, but he was still in close enough territory to remain nervous about his big brother’s next move.

Joel had his eyebrows slightly raised with slightly squinted eyes, but he held a straight face and a calm demeanor, even still, you could hear that hint of smirk behind every word.

“Hey Tommy, would you come here for a second?”

Tommy’s face looked angry, but was almost ghost white with fear at the same time, like he knew what could happen at any second.

“Don’t you dare Joel”

“Awh don’t be so shy baby brother”

In a whorl-wind, Joel leap over at Tommy, hands outstretched like bear claws towards his torso. In a spontaneous yet, extremely strategic move, Joel wrapped his hands around Tommy’s sides and squeezed. Tommy’s once escape plan of sprinting away crumbled in front of him as he felt himself crumble with a grunt under Joel’s grasp, and in a swift move Joel has knocked him off his feet and pinned him beneath him on the kitchen floor. From here Tommy began to struggle below his older brother, and as his feet slipped against the hardwood floor a familiar helpless feeling began to fade back in.

“Just like ol’ times eh Tom?”

“You old fucker get off of mEHEHA-”

Tommy felt his dignity slip from his grasp as his brother enormous hands shook around his ribcage. There was little time between the stifling spurts of laughter to full on childlike giggles pouring out of Tommy’s mouth, and Joel was eating up every minute of it. He pretended like he wasn’t paying attention as his little brother was bouncing below him, fit to be tied with his own laughter, but there was a recognizable smile that crept onto Joel’s face wether he liked it or not. There seemed to be little to none of these nostalgic brotherly moments for them these days, so for Joel to catch him like this was music to his ears.

“I’m sorry what’s that Tommy? somethin about helpin me with the truck?” Joel chuckled as he pretended to yell over Tommy’s laughing fits as he switched to digging his knuckles into his brothers sides.

“ YOUHUO DUHUMB SOSHAHN OF A BIHIHTCH I’LL KIHIILL YOHAHA”

“Mmm yeah you definitely seem to be in a position to do that brother.” Joel smirked, he was having way too much fun with this.

Tommy was continuously trying to push against Joel’s hands digging away at his sides, when Joel saw an opportunity to snake his hands up underneath Tommy’s arms where he realized Tommy’s laughter could reach a new octave.

“JEHEHAHSUS JOEHEL MERMHECY”

Tommy’s head was thrown back and arms clamped to his sides as he sucumbed to the torture joel was dealing him. His laughter was on the verge of silence and he couldn’t beli-

“What the fuck joel are you trying to kill him?”

Between all the commotion, neither brother had bothered to notice a shocked Ellie waltz downstairs, most probably woken up from all the ruckus they were causing. Both brothers turned to look at her, Joel stopped his assault but did not get up, while Tommy was merely attempting to catch his breath.

“Uhhh he owes me a favor El.” Joel replied with a smirk on his face, yet slightly embarrassed from Ellie witnessing the encounter.

“Uh-huh” Ellie replied, still in shock to see the brothers this affectionate.

“H-He’s a fuckin’ liar E-Ellie don’t fall f-for it” Tommy sputtered out, still trying to recover.

Joel shot him a dirty look, but a smile began to creep on to his face, one that terrified Tommy.

“Hey kid, care to help?”

Immediately Tommy’s chorus of no’s directed at Ellie filled the room followed by a desperate “you gotta help me El” only to be followed up with muffled chatter as one of Joel’s hands covered his mouth.

Ellie took a few seconds to realize what she was getting herself into, after all not every morning at the Millers presented an opportunity like this, but she knew what she had to do.

“Want me to get his knees?” She asked almost too excitedly, causing Tommy to groan beneath Joel.

“Smart kid”

Joel gesture her over and she placed her knees on either side of Tommy’s shins.

“Ready El?”

“Sure am”

Tommy’s pleas continued, growing in volume the closer Joes hands got. But, as soon as Joel reached his arms forward into Tommy’s sides, Ellie saw the opportunity she needed. She shot her hands forward right underneath Joel’s arms and squeezed like there was no tomorrow. She felt the confusion in Joel’s body, first tightness and then resistance, and for a scary second she thought he might not b-

“E-ELHEHIE NOHOHO DOHONT-”

Joel’s entire body began fighting the ticklish sensation pulsating through his body, curving and arching his back in anyway he could to shake the little rascal off. He had completely forgotten his attack on Tommy, giving his little brother the opportunity to help out with the onslaught but wrapping his hands around Joel’s hipbones, and from there Joel was done for.

With attacks coming from both sides his body seemed to be in sensory overload, as he didn’t even notice Tommy slip out from underneath him, where he then pushed him to his side, and pinned him down himself, never ceasing the rhythm of jabs into his hips. Ellie at this point was able to let Tommy take over, well until-

“Hey Ellie, get his knees!”

“DOHONT YOUHU DAHAHRE ELLEEHEIE”

Joel was continuously trying to compose himself, but as Tommy moved his attack up his older brothers sides, the electrical ticklish shocks he felt throughout his body caused any gruff, strength, and pride he had in his tough demeanor to slowly fade away.

“Gladly”

Ellie’s smile was as big as Joel’s at this point, she had never seen the man who protected her across the US from infected, cannibals, and everything else in between, giggle, at least never like this. She couldn’t help but join in herself as she positioned herself so familiarly over Joel’s shins.

Tommy paused for a brief second as Joel was too incapacitated by exhaustion to back any kinds of counter attack.

“Do right above the kneecaps, he’ll love that”

“Oooo your gonna get it motherfucker” Ellie smiled and positioned her hands.

“N-Now if y-you asshats do-HOHONT KNOHAHCKAHAHA-”

There was not even a second for Joel to keep his cool as Tommy dove his hands into each space within his ribcage accompanied by the rapid squeezing provided by Ellie, this was full on torture for the man.

“Nothin but a bit of brotherly love eh Joel?”

“SHUHUAHAUT IHIT TOHAHAHMOHMY”

“Awh quit throwing such a fit ya stubborn asshole”

Even as his own words were used against him, Joel couldn’t fight the joyful snickers and uncontrollable laughter that seems to bubble out of him, for a a strong as he is he felt everything leave him under the touch of the two smiling bafoons that held him down.

“Joel you’re such an asshole for never mentioning this, you made me use the joke book to make you laugh?” Ellie smiled and joined in on the tease, as she was now squeezed to the rhythm of an old song she used to have on tape.

Joel had no response to the teenagers quip as he held is head in his palm in his own fit of giggles, surprising even Tommy at this point.

“Alright alright, we probably shouldn’t kill the old man” Tommy let up on his brother, patting his shoulder as he stood up.

“U-uh we might not have killed him but he looks pretty fucking broken. This isn’t the Joel I ever remember” Ellie had gotten up at this point and was now squatted next to Joel, holding the sides of his head at his temples. His eyes were closed as he was attempting to regain himself but the constant sputter of laughter would seep out through his nose or mouth, almost as though there were residual tickles all on and around him.

This by far was the most relaxed Joel’s felt in years, his brain had completely let go and although he would never admit it, he would probably say that brotherly love did him more good than a rusty old truck ever could. Instead, he finally regained his breath after a few more out-spurts and turned his smile into one of his disapproving frowns as he opened his eyes and looked up at Ellie and Tommy.

“If either of you ever do that again, so help me god I will break your godamn jaws”

“Awh just say you liked it motherfucker”

[sketchnyan]

encouraging you yo-kai watch x warrior cats do it go go go >:3

Anon, that's very cringe. There's no way I'm gonna make an enitre AU based on two diffrent franchises that are no way simailr to each other. What is this? Middle school?

Anyway this post is very long and depends on how well this does I may or may not spew out more

Okay, for this to work for me I changed a bit of WC lore and junk for this, Yokai are still dead folks you can't see that affects the way the world But instead of inspiriting, it's like someone whispering advice in your ear, like "That mouse looks pretty tasty, and the clan already of fresh-kill already. Who's gonna miss a little mouse?" more powerful spirits can sometimes affect the world physically, like frosted paw prints being seen in the middle of spring or warriors being tripped over nothing. They're just called spirits in this AU, dead cats that weren't bad enough to go to the dark forest but still had unfinished business in the living world and won't walk among the stars until they're satisfied.

Now there was a balance between starclan, the dark forest, the roaming spirits, and the clans. But recently, the dark forest has been recruiting roaming spirirts, so that's not good!

Thankfully Starclan received a prophecy that a warrior born with the ability to see the dead will save the clans and the afterlife from total choas, one problem though... There are 4 cats who fit the description, and the prophecy only calls for one.

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Okay, I autismed a lil too hard and gave the four lil backstories and struggles for this AU like im bouta write a 6 book in length series with arcs and stuff. Get outta here!

Anyway, Shrewpaw isn’t actually a real contender for being the prophecy kitty because Whisper gave him his ability to see the dead and the prophecy calls for the cat that was born with that gift. So while Shrepaw and Whisper try to find the real prophet kitty among the other three, they’re also trying to dodge the rest of Starclan from discovering this secret. Because not only is it basically illegal for starclan cats to pass down powers without approval first, but they could’ve just messed up the entire prophecy and doomed the clans.

You will see later that I tend to name warrior cats after what they look like and the suffix of their skill/personailty

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Lavenderpaw has the strongest chance of being the cat in the prophecy, She was able to see and interact with the spirits of dead cats ever since she was born. But, she ditched her warrior’s training to become a medicine cat. And that did not make Starclan happy, so they sent down Ottersnarl to convince her to be a warrior again (It’s not working). Lavenderpaw tries to ignore Otter’s nagging and focus on her training, but Starclan is persistent and desperate. Lavenderpaw doesn’t care however, she’s not going to let a bunch of dead guys tell her how to live her life. It must be someone else, there are three other cats that could see the dead!

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Fumika is a doing a Rusty from into the wild. Okay to give a lil more detail, Fumi recently was dumped into the forest by her old twolegs, alone and scared Fumi is guided by a starclan cat to clan territory where she joins Springclan. Despite joining and training to become a warrior with her fellow clanmates, Fumika is stuck with the “Lazy, dumb, useless kittypet whose more trouble than she’s worth” Label. It didn’t help that she fought to keep her name instead of getting a traditional warrior’s one, so she has to train extra hard for her clan to not only accept her but to see her as more than a “Stupid” kittypet.

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Buck was the first cat Starclan noticed was special. Not only was he pretty skilled as an apprentice, but he could kinda interact with the spirits around him. He just needed guidance. Unfortunately, after his sister disappeared from thin air and is presumed dead by his entire clan, Buck runs away and denounces Starclan. There’s no way after moons of searching that his sister is gone! There’s no way she’s dead, he never saw her in his dreams when he used to talk to Starclan. She must’ve been taken by aliens or something! 

fan fact, he lives in an abandoned shed!

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Here's a graph of who have the stongest 6th sense left is the weakest right is the strongest

[Fumika < Buck < Sherwpaw < Lavenderpaw]

and here's some miscellaneous stuff

Jibanyan and Whisper are the only ones who know how Shrewpaw got his gift.

Jibs has little markings because he feels so werid to have only his fur and not have his collar or haramaki.

Also I'm debating on naming Jibanyan either Flamepaw or Redpaw because I like the gag of Tomunyan being a copy of Jibanyan in certain ways (I wanna name Tom Firepaw because of this)

also also, Buck and Lavender are in different clans

Shrew is the only one who has his eyes glow when he's communicating to the dead because i thought it would be cool

[gizm0-gadgetz]

Fuck it. Shorter chapters. Please note i havnt written anything in a while, so im a little rusty :)

Epilogue Au

Chapter 1

Desmond wakes up to Lucas watching over him. Answers will have to wait, theres someone he needs to go and see.

    Desmond groaned softly, rolling over a bit. His body was so tense and sore, like he would snap if he moved. He faintly registered the sound of somebody moving, then there was a hand on his. He tried to look at the mystery person, only to get pushed down a bit. 

    "Calm down Desmond. You need to rest." That voice was framiler, he knew that voice. Who was it again? "Just let me help, alright?" The mystery man's voice was pained, but sounded relieved at the same time. "Guess they got to you before i did, huh?" Oh...oh! Lucas! It was Lucas! He made it! 

    "Lucas-!" He tried to sit up properly, but Lucas pushed him down again. "You made it-" 

   "Woah woah, slow down cowboy. You shouldn't move that fast… but yes. I made it, I wasn't just gonna ignore your call for help man." He squeezed Desmond's hand. "Scared me good, seeing you on the floor like that." 

   Desmond nodded, sitting up slowly this time. His joints cracked in protest, but he ignored it. Finally his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the room again. He took a moment to look around him. Man his office was a mess, though he wasn't that surprised. Lucas stood next to him, towering over him more so than usual. That's when he realized he was laying on his couch. Oh, that explained it. 

    "I'm glad you're okay man… Now, what the hell happened? Looks to me those bastards got to you before i did, judging by that box over there." Lucas gestured behind him to his desk. 

    "I'm fine. I think." He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Look I'll explain later, first I need to know, has Allen awoken from his coma yet?" 

    "No, not that ive heard." 

    "Then cmon, we're gonna go visit him." He said, already standing up and grabbing his coat.  

    "Why would we need to visit him? As far as I know he hasn't responded to anything. Good as dead." 

    "Because I just...feel like something is going to happen." 

   "Why would something happen just because we visit him?" Lucas asked, following Desmond out the door. 

   "I don't know, okay? Alls i know is the world is going to hell in a handbasket and nobody is doing anything to stop it!" Desmond stopped walking, leaning against the wall and taking a few deep breaths. "Sorry. I'm just… A lot happened and I'd prefer to only explain once.. So id like to check on Allen first." He started walking again, faster this time. 

    "Hey, don't worry man. I'm on your side here. I just… Don't see the connection is all. Allen was just the lighthouse worker, wasn't he?" 

    "He was there when the crash happened." He spoke quieter, as now they had left the building. The town seemed so quiet compared to just a few weeks before. People were paranoid, hiding inside and only leaving occasionally. Of course there were a few who didn't believe anything was happening, but there weren't many. "He had called me about it, shortly after it happened. I wish I was there to answer." The wind was a bit chilly, but it wasn't that surprising. It was Washington afterall. 

   "He was there..?" Lucas seemed to be processing, trying to understand the connection. Then it clicked. "The fire. It wasn't his fault…" Desmond only nodded, crossing the street. "They tried to get rid of him… oh no." 

   "Exactly." Desmond kept walking, not looking at lucas. 

   "So it's true isn't it? That panicked call of his about men in black?" 

   "Must be, yes." 

   "Dammit… how did i not see it sooner…." Desmond shrugged as Lucas cursed a few more times under his breath. They continued to walk in silence for a good ten minutes after that, neither of them were willing to break the tension. 

    Desmond's pace slowed considerably as they approached the hospital. He was having second thoughts about this plan. What if they wouldn't let them see him? They could call the cops. That wouldnt do any good. 

    "Desmond." Lucas's stern voice cut through his thoughts. He blinked a few times before taking a deep breath. "You sure you want to do this right away? It might be best to put it off until you have recovered more." 

    "..i appreciate the concern, but it'll be fine." He smiled, trying to convince himself it would be okay. He was pretty sure Lucas doubted his optimism, but if he did, he didn't say anything. After one more deep breath, he reached for the door and pulled it open. 

    Hopefully Allen would be okay. 

[gyllenhaalstories]

presumed innocent episode 7 word vomit <3

i swear to god if raymond dies ... if he dies ... IF HE DIES

why the fuck are tommy and nico there just the sight of them will give ray another attack GO AWAY but lorraine in the scene with the doctor oh my godddd 😭 protective rusty ily

YAY RAYMOND YAY MY MAN ILY RAYMOND PLEASE GET SOME REST 💖💖💖💖💖

mya YES DO THAT YOU CAN CARRY ON you go queen!!!!!!

rusty DONT THATS NOT NO DONT REPRESENT YOURSELF THATS SO STUPID LEAVE MYA TO DO IT????????? what is he gonna do, get a boner in front of the jury just saying carolyn’s name? he can’t even testify as a witness because he’s messed up like*** 😭 RUSTY HOW CAN YOU BE SO STUPID HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE SO DUMB nononononono im so against that no nope let mya do it she can win YOU CANT RUSTY welp he’s fucked now

i can see it already, he snaps he gets angry he ruins everything he loses he dies in jail thats it thats the finale called it

ON MORE SEX SCENES oh the cinematic sequence cradling her stomach oh he loves her 😔

he doesnt even let mya lead? like? he just? well he lost the trial just then good job rozat

barbara encouraging this is suspicious… like i love you b i love you so much you’re so smart and beautiful but… she’s the only one besides ray who could have talked some sense into it and on the opposite, she encourages it? sounds like someone is being set up for failure

i keep bringing this up!!!!!!!!! carolyn’s no contact thing with her son that no one dared to talk about. WELL SOMEONE IS FINALLY QUESTION CAROLYNS DECISION ABOUT HER SON it had to be rusty wowwww well DUMB MINDS THINK ALIKE 😃

“careful” yeah you tell him Lorraine keep your man in check

“the idea that she didn’t want you in her life, but that she would have affection for me” bold of you to assume she had affection for you rusty

wow it almost went not terrible wow rusty I CALLED IT HE WOULD GET ANGRY AND HE WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING the thing about how michael studied carolyn’s cases WAS SUCH A GOOD POINT HE COULD HAVE ASKED ABOUT THAT BUT NOOOO

well done beyond a reasonable doubt fucked INDEED THATS RUSTY HES FUCKED but okay i would like to see nico go at it i hate him but tommy is a danger to the case almost as much as rusty is so like bring him on isnt he in office? wasnt he elected and all he does is collect dust and get angy at tomtom for under performing?

also wtf 😭 i dismissed the father of michael so long ago but they focus on him too much. dalton and michael? an impulsive death, a careful set up and tie up. hmm. the focus on barbara after rusty lashed out was also interesting. hmm. i hate being stupid.

the scene with eugenia? so emotionally charged why is eugenia so emotionally involved? the kid? CAROLYN WANTED TO KEEP THE CHILD? NO FUCKING WAY

“what a hero” 😭 nico stroked his own ego so hard after that and i cant even blame him, if he lead the trial instead if tommy rusty would be signed sealed delivered to jail

*** not me guessing on accident that rusty was gonna testify i hate myself

LET MYA DO THINGS LET HER TALK JESUS WHY IS SHE NOT TALKING WHY I HATE THIS

tommy’s vision board with cut up ties and bowties??? the creepy music is so 😭 how carolyn didnt hug him back is so 😭 scary man at work confirmed again

ray “the slay” horgan I KNOW THATS RIGHT

also not me spelling his name as hogan??? the whole time??! fake fan straight to jail

and rusty ruined everything ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING MYA LEFT HE IS ALONE AND HE WILL DIE IN JAIL ALONE

okay raymond coming back felt like jesus coming back from the dead when does jesus resurrect? i have no clue i was busy playing nintendogs in church at the one and only christmas mass i went to as a kid but ... oh my god wow thank you god for raymond HORGAN hoRgan

KUMAGAI RATZER THEY LITERALLY PULLED EVERY FUCKING PERSON ON EARTH AND LIKE RATZER HAD IT COMING after rusty had it coming for trespassing but he trespassed nicely he didn't bang at his door and scared his baby BUT LIKE JESUS FUCK

rusty wanted to spend the rest of his life with carolyn he was so in love. and when he talked with carolyn about how he cant stop thinking of her and wanting to be with her she looked bored. bored like when he was looking at her with love all over his face on the couch. bored bored bored.

i hate to see tommy succeed i hate to see nico succeed i hate to see anyone succeed except barbara and raymond and mya and jaden STOP SUCCEEDING

the fire poker??? WHO PUT IT THERE WHO CAN IT BE THE FATHER WHO!!! poor kitty the cat didnt deserve to be involved with this

AND POOR ME I AM SO FUCKING STRESSED THIS IS SO STRESSFUL I AM SO ANXIOUS RIGHT NOW I CANT STOP SHAKING I HATE THIS SHOW I LOVE THIS SHOW THIS SHOW IS TOO GOOD i deserve compensation i'm gonna look at rusty's shower scenes to calm down

THE FINALE WILL BE BRUTAL PLACE YOUR BETS !!!