#talking about 'carrying your trauma with you everywhere' eh?

[werspinna]

One of Wolfs most precious posessions- or more accurate her most precious posession since she is pretty much propertyless- is a small leatherpuch she wears on a leather- cord around her neck. Normally a legitime way to carry money, Wolf had been carrying that small pouch since she had been fourteen years old. Around May of 1212 when Nikolaus Crusade reached the alp the crusade was suppose to cross to reach Genua. Obviously crossing the alps without any food supplies or let alone proper attire ended up in a catastrophe and many of the children either left or died. At this time Wolf had already been traveling with a certaine group of young teengers with whom she had become friends and for which she had started months ago to steal from and rob people for food for them. The children, very much by now confronted with their own mortality ended up all making such a small pouch with strain of hair of each so in the case they would not survive crossing the alps, a part of them would travel along with their friends.

It was also this group of children who brought Wolf into the italian cloister when Wolf fell ill with the pox. Wolf has no idea what had happned with her friends as she was at that time too sick or not able to register what was happening around herself. In her mind she had fallen asleep very sick in the cloister with her friends aorund her  and woke up one year later on a slavemarket in Pisa with poxscars on her whole body, but healthy yet with all her friends nolonger there.

Years later (1228, Wolf is 30) when Wolf joins Friedrich II  as a Medicus ( more accurately a inofficial Memeber of the Lazarus Order, due to her beeing touched by the pox and having great expierence working with leprosy. Nolens volens, she still wore a black and green tabbard.) on his peaceful crusade to Jerusalem were he and al-Kamil came together to set the peace of Jaffa, she leaves the small pouch in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Finally making sure her friends reached Jerusalem, Wolf eventually left Jerusalem to return to italy on her own. 

[ddollfface]

God, I love golden retriever men so much.

*Intensely staring at my fav athlete*

Now, that I have a brainrot~

1. Our lovely Athlete with a nerd darling.

- This would be funny. It is giving black cat × golden retriever. So hard.

- Darling has anemia? She's used to sitting around and reading? Can't walk too long to save her life? He's fucking carrying her everywhere.

- Can you imagine darling bringing a book about his sport (I don't know if you've mentioned what he plays) to the game and reading as they watch him play cuz they don't know crap about sports? He'd be so, "But you're supposed to be watching me." :Insert puppy eyes:

- He's isolating darling? Eh, Darling needs a 4 hour nap after every social gathering anyway.

Ok but-

2. Him with a nerd darling who's a childhood best friend, where darling has a childhood filled with emotional and physical abuse. (I'm finna design a whole ass character to ship him with. If you don't mind, of course.)

- This.

- Don't let me get started on this.

- They would be so power couple coded fr. (Darling knows Athlete is trying to manipulate her. Doesn't care as long as she's getting taken care of.)

- Darling is snarky with a S.

- Darling: "The cheerleader was flirting with you."

Athlete: "I know. :3"

Darling: "Go marry her."

Athlete: "But you're the love of my life. :("

Darling: "Oh, really? I could've sworn it was Cindy instead. Go to her, shoo."

Athlete: "No."

Darling: "Who's bestie are you?"

Athlete: "Yours."

Darling: "Exactly."

- Don't let this fool you, tho. He's def the dominant one in the relationship.

Athlete: "You're my baby :D."

Darling: "Mhmm. Don't say that infront of anyone else."

Athlete: "Why not?"

Darling: "I'll bite your head off, that's why."

(spoiler, he says it in front of everyone and darling does nothing but get shy.)

Darling: "Why would you say that?"

Athlete: "Becuz you're my baby?"

Darling: *cuddles closer to him.* *Whispering* "I'm his baby."

- 💗 anon (if I may) (also, he's my baby now, thank you. I'm keeping him in my head and heart.) (It's so late at night. I just keep thinking about this 😭 and I can't put my thoughts into proper words rn, bear with me on this)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Trigger Warnings; yandere behaviors, possessive behavior, talk about trauma bonding (both reader and yandere or mentally ill), yandere masking, bad writing, and me rambling (I'm so sorry 💗Nonny lol) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I offically declare you 💗Nonny!! And I don't mind you coming up with your own interpertations of reader and LoveSick!Athlete! Just share 'em! Also, I may or may not have gone on a tiny, just tiny, tangent, so sorry 💗Nonny... Feel free to submit more asks if 'ya want

LoveSick!Athlete can really mold and mend well with most personalities and darlings, this is due to his manipulative personality. A little off-topic, but he really has a hard time understanding who he is because he's always pretending to be what others deem "acceptable". This causes him to have a multitude of identity crises, but when his darling, you, comes into the picture, it makes it easier for him to find himself. He feels like he's the real him whenever he's with you. You just feel so natural, he feels natural, too. It's just right.

And for that reason, I think LoveSick!Athlete would go really well with a childhood!reader, seeing as she's been with him since they were young. And, I'm not too sure if you've read my Yan!Alphabet for him, but I mention LoveSick!Athlete's childhood; let's just say it wasn't the best situation for a kid.

LoveSick!Athlete would feel a special bond with his darling now, seeing as they've been together threw thick and thin. He's trama bounded to you, and you to him. We'll run off the assumption that reader has also had a bad childhood, whether it be an absent parent, abusive sibling/family member/or parent, whatever it is allows you to feel a connection to LoveSick!Athlete, seeing as you have a mutual situation. You both have something to bond over, something that locks you together.

He has a bad home environment, you have a bad home environment. He doesn't feel at home, so you become his home, and he to you.

And I like to run on the assumption that reader is all talk, no bite. And if you've read any of my writing where the reader talks, you'll see that I prefer to write reader as more "real" (to me anyway) because I'm personally not the hugest fan of the "helpless" reader. I like to write a darling who has a mouth, someone who's bratty (but that's 'cause I'm a brat lol).

Anyway, I'm getting off-topic, back to LoveSick!Athlete.

To your idea about a snarky reader, I totally agree. Honestly, LoveSick!Athlete would eat that shit up, no joke. He would love it, as he enjoys the back-and-forth between you two. He loves to press your buttons, wanting to see what sarcastic reply you have ready for him.

The thing is, he knows your just talking shit, never willing to actually do anything. You just run your mouth, and he lets you, but whenever you step outta line, sometimes, he's gotta put you back. Though, you'll never think of it like that. No, no, he's too sweet for that. He's gotta keep that golden retriever vibe going, y'know?

He just swat you on the ass, telling you that you got such a dirty mouth, mamas? I thought you were my little princess, no? Girls with a face like yours shouldn't be speakin' that like-

He'll just move on, as if he didn't just grope your butt, nope, not at all. And you'll be standing there awestruck, face red, and biting your tongue as you try to not overheat in embarrassment!!

It never ceases to entertain him, watching your face widen with surprise whenever he refers to you as his girl, his cute little girlfriend. The way your face heats up when he wraps his strong arm around your waist, putting his cap on your head (a silent sign of possession over you, trying to get the guy in the back to keep his eyes to himself, but you don't need to know that ;)).

In your little monologue, you go over some cheerleader girl (named Cindy??). Though I would agree that chicks (and some dudes) practically flock around LoveSick!Athlete, I would say that he doesn't even pay them any mind, not even entertaining the thought. Don't get me wrong, he'll talk to them, but make it painstakingly clear that he's only got one girl on his mind, you.

Most of the time, the girl will just find it endearing, slapping his shoulder, and telling him that he'd make a great husband or some shit like that. Of course, the chicks joking, making some nice comments to leave the, now awkward, conversation, but LoveSick!Athlete will take it to heart. Now, he's imagining a pretty ring on your finger, something he paid for, he got you. Because he'd be such a good provider for you, don't you know?

Another thought, 'cause I'm on a role, but I'm not sure if I've directly said this or not, but LoveSick!Athlete is a hockey player. I've tried putting strickly hockey photos on all my posts (you should see my Pinterest feed, it's filled with hot guys lolol).

Hockey is an aggressive sport, I would know. I used to ice skate every day for an hour or two. And, trust me, I got to see a lot of hot guys, though I was always too nervous to say anything, that's beside the point.

I can imagine that reader would be the same, intimidated by these testastrone-filled, young men who just wanna get all sweaty and gross. And I prefer to think that reader also doesn't know how to skate, much to LoveSick!Athlete's enjoyment.

Just to torture you, he'll take you to his ice rink, partly wanting to show you off, and also wanting you to rely on him to move around. He won't even let you hold onto the side, nope, all you got is him, babes.

And anyone who's been to a rink before knows that if you're not on the wall, or smack in the middle of the rink, you're in traffic, especially if it's busy. And this means that you gotta go fast, keeping pace with everyone else. And there's always a handful of assholes (usually hockey players) who will purposefully do a hockey stop, flinging a shit tone of ice at newbies.

I imagine that this shit would happen all the time and LoveSick!Athete is enjoying it sm. He gets a rush every time you flinch, clinging onto him tighter, especially when the really fast skaters zoom by you, scaring the crap outta you.

And he won't let you go at your own pace, forcing you to follow his lead. This means you're going far too fast for comfort, leaning on him for support. You're arms wrapped around his bicep, which isn't recommended btw. Your cheek pressed against his arm, holding on for dear life.

You'll snap at him, telling him to shut up and stop enjoying this, you dork. I'm only clinging to 'cause I gotta!

And he'll just take it, giving you a lopsided smirk.

[supercorpkid]

Recovery is hard, but not far.

Part 5 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2580.

Warnings: Injuries. Just a small amount of angst now.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve left the DEO. Kara flew you home, and soon enough all the yellow sun lights were placed around your bed, and you’ve been lying under them ever since. Things are still hard. You still feel very weak and heavy-hearted. You don’t know how to explain the feeling, but you feel that something broke inside you.

Your moms never leave your side. They look as beaten up as you do. Lena looks tired, like she hasn’t slept in weeks. There are bags under her eyes, her hair is a mess, and she’s wearing nothing but jeans and sweaters. It’s distressing. Kara looks wretched. You’ve never seen your momma looking so miserable all your life. And she hasn’t left her sweatpants in days. You don’t think they have worked in weeks, and sometimes you want to ask them about it, but you’re scared that will send them away, and you can’t see yourself being alone right now.

Jamie visits every afternoon. And the only time you feel slightly like a normal person again is when she’s telling you about school, and the people from it. Alex also comes by a lot, but it’s all very medical. She examines you, makes you talk, walk, and checks if you’re recovering. Kelly came by a few times and tried to access how you were feeling, but you couldn’t tell her, because you don’t even know exactly how it is. To the surprise of no one, she pointed out that you need therapy, and you agreed to do it once you’re feeling strong enough.

You don’t talk much. Not because your voice is still not coming out, but because you don’t have much to say. Your powers are still not back, which feels weird. Even though you can’t control them very well, you’re used to having them. So, you’re feeling very empty inside.

“Hey, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” You hear Kara’s voice as soon as you open your eyes. You agree with your head, so she knows you can hear her. “Do you need to go to the bathroom? Or do you want to eat first?”

“Bathroom.”

Kara picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. You appreciate the help; your leg still hurts a lot when you try to walk. Probably because you don’t have your powers. But it feels weird being carried everywhere, and helped with everything.

“Are you done?” Kara asks from the other side of the door.

“Mhm.” This is almost humiliating, isn’t it? She goes back inside and picks you up again. “Bed, please.”

“But your mom made a huge breakfast for us, all of your favorites are the-”

“Not hungry, momma. But thank you.” You try to smile at her, but it’s not a real smile. You haven’t been able to do that in a while. Kara puts you back in the bed and lays down next to you. “You can go if you want to.”

“Do you want to be alone?” She asks, and you know she’s only worried you might be feeling suffocated with them around you all the time, but your heart starts beating fast with the thought of being alone, and she hears it. “It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Hey, hey, baby.” Kara puts her hand on your chest to feel your heart, even though she can hear it. “You’re ok. Mommy is here.”

“I’m sorry.” You try to hold your tears and even your breath.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. It’s ok.” She kisses your temple, and wipes the tear that is falling to the side of your face.

“Can you hold me, please?” You’re not even finished with your request and Kara already has her arms wrapped around you, and she pulls you so close you can hear her heartbeat. You like that.

You don’t know how long you two stay like that for. Probably hours. You only let go of Kara when you hear her stomach growling loudly. Jamie walks in right at that moment, and Kara can finally leave you and go eat.

“Hey little Danvers.” Jamie throws herself in your bed and looks at you with a smile. “That looked nice. Does it mean you talked to them?”

“About what?” You ask, confused.

“Well, you know, about the science fair thing.” Jamie props herself up in her elbows to look at you. She knows you haven’t by the look on your face. “Seriously? They’re in here all the time and you haven’t had the single most important conversation possible?”

“That all seems really stupid after you almost die.” You mumble under your breath, but she can hear you either way.

“Yeah, ok. I get it.” She shows her hands trying to admit defeat. “But it’s how you feel. And once you recover, things like that can happen again if you don’t let them know how it affects you.”

“Aunt Kelly said I need therapy… Does she know you say things like that to me?” You try to say it as a joke, but Jamie knows you better than you know yourself, so she’s aware you’re just trying to deflect your feelings.

“Listen, I’ve known you my whole life. You’re funny, smart and powerful.” She sits back on the bed and holds your hand. “There’s no one like you. Really. Aunt Kara is powerful, but she’s not smart like you. Aunt Lena is smart, but she doesn’t have powers. You have both. And to top it all up, you’re a genuinely good person.”

“What do you want? Money?” You raise an eyebrow at her and she breaths deep.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. You can’t even take compliments!” Jamie rolls her eyes. “You literally saved National City from destruction while our parents were frozen in time, and when everyone started applauding, you ran away from it! Why is it so hard for you to accept appreciation?”

“It’s not!” You defend yourself, but you can see her face of disbelief. “Well, you said it yourself, I had to. It was up to me. I had to save everyone.”

“No, you hadn’t! I was just trying to make you overcome your fears. If you didn’t exist, I’m sure Superman or like, the entire Justice League, would've shown up and done something about that.” You furrow your brows thinking about it. “But they didn’t have to, because Superkid was there to save the day. And Superkid was there to save her mom from being killed, and you, dipshit, created a mind reader, just because I went like ‘ok make me a mind reader’. I mean, who does that?”

You don’t answer, you just keep looking at her, waiting for her to get to the point. Which you kind of already know what it is.

“I think, and I’m not a therapist so I might be wrong, but-” Jamie holds your hand again and smiles at you tenderly. “You keep underselling yourself, because you’re afraid your moms are not going to be impressed by anything that you do.”

“I-I am-WHAT?”

“You put them on this pedestal and you look at them like they’re some goddesses who are never wrong, and you feel you can never be wrong so you can be a part of this family. But I have to tell you, little Danvers, they’re not perfect. And you… You have to stop trying to be.”

“Um…” You don’t even have words to what she just told you. Is she right? Did Jamie just read you perfectly?

“Well, anyways, I brought your homework.”

She drops the subject just like that, and takes both of you guys homework from her backpack, so you could do that instead.

“You know what’s not fair? You haven’t been to class in almost a month, and your grades are still better than mine.” She fakes complain and you roll your eyes at her. “Mom said you can go back to school when you want to. You can use a leg cast or something.”

“I don’t have to go to school, I already have better grades than you.” You joke and she sticks her tongue out at you.

Jamie spends the afternoon with you, and when she leaves Lena takes her place next to you, so you’re never alone.

“Did you manage to get any work done today?” You ask when she sits next to you. She pulls you to lay your head on her lap.

“Eh, who cares about that?” Lena says, while stroking your hair. “What I care about is that you didn’t eat enough today. You didn’t have breakfast, you barely touched your sandwich at lunch, and I saw that Jamie had to force you to eat your snack. So, what do you want me to make for you to eat, baby?”

“I’m ok.” You say and you hear a loud sigh in response. “Really, mom, you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh baby, all a mom does is worry.” She smiles and strokes your cheek. “Especially when her little monster stops eating.”

You smile at her, and close your eyes, getting comfortable enough to sleep. But you can’t, because Jamie’s words are in the back of your mind, and god dammit, she was right!

“Is, um, momma on a Supergirl call?” You ask, and your answer is Kara poking her head on your room.

“Nope. Why? Do you miss me already?” Kara says with a playful smile and she sits on your bed too. “Or do you want to talk to us about that thing Jamie was talking to you earlier?”

“Eavesdropping much?” You joke and Kara smiles at you. “It’s nothing. It’s old news.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about it.” Lena says and she helps you sit on your bed so you can look at them. “You were right baby. The reason why what you said hurt us so badly, it’s because you were right. We made a promise, and we should’ve kept it. I don’t want you to think that my job is more important than you. It is not. Nothing is.”

“Yeah.” Kara scootches over and wipes your tears. “CatCo, Supergirl, all of it, it’s just a job. This family is way more important than any of that. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I just don’t feel it sometimes.” You shrug, and you feel Lena kissing your temple, and Kara kissing your forehead at the same time.

“It’s our fault. And we’re going to work very hard to get better at that, ok?” Lena says and you agree with your head.

“But baby, you have to tell us how you feel. You can’t keep saying it doesn’t matter to you, when it’s hurting you so badly. We need to know, so we can do better.” Kara holds your hand and you breathe deep. Guess it’s time to say how you feel.

“It’s just… Everyone in school hates me. When I’m up there, after winning something, there’s no one in the crowd, besides Jamie, looking happy or proud of me.” You’re crying a little, but your moms are crying hard. “I guess I just wanted to see someone looking happy for me.”

There’re a few minutes of loud sobs, desperate noises and your moms repeating ‘we’re so sorry’ over and over again, until any of you can make up a complete sentence again.

“Baby, we’re sorry we never saw things like that. You just kept saying it wasn’t a big deal, and I guess we convinced ourselves of it because it was easier.” Lena is the first one to recover, wiping her tears on Kara’s shirt.

“We don’t want you to feel that you winning something, it's not important, no matter how small you think it is.” Kara squeezes your knee, reassuringly. “Everything you do is important to us. All your inventions make me so proud. I keep wishing that I was smart like you, just to create something out of thin air.”

“And your powers? And you saving me over and over again? You’re just a kid and you saved my life so many times it’s unbelievable.” Lena completes and you give her a little smile.

“We are so proud of you and everything that you accomplish, little one.” Kara cups your face and looks in your eyes. “So proud.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you two do.” You shrug, dismissive.

“Baby, you’re sixteen! You can’t compare a sixteen-year-old life to a forty-six.”

“Or seventy.” You say as a joke and Kara laughs tickling your waist.

“Prankster.” She smiles and, for the first time in a while, you smile too. A real one. “Besides, at sixteen I was in school getting passable grades and not saving a single soul. I didn’t even use my powers at your age! So, you’re better already.”

“I was in college, but I have to tell you, I was inventing way less important things than you’re right now.” Lena adds. “You don’t have to undersell your achievements. Because no matter what it is, we’re always very proud of you.”

It’s the first time you thought about it that way. You always thought that you saving two or three people, defeating one or two bad guys was literally nothing. And compared to your momma’s numbers it is nothing. But she has so many years in this superhero life, and you literally just started. People are just now knowing your name. It was not long ago when you got your first super suit. So, it’s not fair to yourself comparing your achievements to Kara’s.

And the same goes to Lena’s inventions. She obviously made the world a better place with all the things she created, and all the projects she supported with L Corp’s money. You haven’t even had the courage to put any of your inventions to mass production yet, so you can’t compare to them or you will never be satisfied with yourself.

Besides, they might be living pretty impressive lives, but you know they’re not perfect. There were some people Kara weren’t able to save, and there were breakthroughs Lena never had. They are amazing parents, but they’re not perfect, and it doesn’t matter, because you love them either way. And they will love you if you’re not perfect too.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Kara asks when you don’t talk for a while.

“That I have the best moms in the world.” You smile and they hug you at the same time. “No one can’t be perfect all the time. Not even the big Kara Zor-El or the great Lena Kieran Luthor.” You say, making her chuckle. “But you two come pretty damn close to it.”

“Yeah. No one is perfect, and we shouldn’t try to be.” Kara squeezes your face between her hands. “Being yourself is more than enough.”

“Oh, yes. You are more than we could ever have dreamed of, babygirl.” Lena adds and your heart almost jumps in your chest out of happiness.

“I’m glad you two are feeling like this, because I need a ride to the bathroom.” You look at Kara raising both of your eyebrows at the same time, and she picks you up immediately. “And mom? I think I can eat now.”

“I’ll order everything!” Lena gets up from the bed right away and you smile at them.

Yeah, they’re not perfect, but who needs perfection when they’re this awesome?

[vtforpedro]

health - TWs in tags please read them

I wish I could say I'm doing better. I was, actually, for a while after I got on this new med. finally felt a good bit of relief from the severity and was working on art like crazy, even tho I am noticeably going downhill in other areas? about two weeks ago the severity came back with a vengeance and I feel like my body is slowly giving up. not just me, but my body. I feel extremely unwell and off and like something is deeply wrong, which is how I felt at the beginning of all of this. scares me my symptoms are getting worse and I have new ones. living in actual hell right now and just want it to stop I finally got my 'urgent' MRIs done a couple of days ago and the reports came in last night. pm everything looks the same except one thing and that's 'minimal CSF flow [medical jargon for the back of my brain] decreased significantly and more conspicuous on this exam' in comparison to april 2021. when you have minimal spinal fluid flow in an area of your brain, you're typically symptomatic and I am. very. symptomatic lol scares me even more got an appt with the big specialist at the neuro hospital in 5 weeks but genuinely don't feel like I'm going to make it. I keep telling my mom I'm going to end up in the ER soon because of how bad it's getting I can barely walk without losing my balance, I'm losing muscle mass, having trouble swallowing, thinking clearly about anything at all, typoing and mixing up words constantly, mixing up my meds despite my pill box, not having much of a memory anymore. scared to take a shower, scared I'm going to fall or pass out daily so I try to carry my phone everywhere like idk falling apart physically and emotionally and still waiting to be taken more seriously. my neuro just wants to wipe his hands clean of me and send me off to the specialist but it's like my guy that's far away and I am suffering. I didn't think I would make it yesterday emotionally or physically lol I don't know how to keep doing this. I truly don't. I don't want to, I don't want to suffer and feel like I'm going to fall and die in pain and agony soon. I go to sleep afraid I won't wake up but lately I've been hoping that's the case because at least I won't be afraid or in pain. I feel alone. I feel like only my mom would care if I was gone. I feel like no one cares to hear about this anymore and would rather I just stop talking about it when I need support now more than ever I'm sorry to talk like this but it's how I feel. wondering if you are actively dying, going to die, should call the paramedics, go to the er, end things for yourself, all day long, every single day, is not only exhausting but it's not living I saw my pcp and she said I looked miserable, unwell, unhappy. she said it like three times and said she was sorry I felt so unwell. but because my labs were not off the charts abnormal it's just 'eh drink a little more water' and idk. I feel like I am telling these doctors serious, serious things about what's happening to me and none of them will ever care. none of them will ever lift a finger if it means they have to research or ask for help because it hurts their egos and people suffer for it I suffer. I wanted so badly to work on medical trauma with my therapist but the only thing we talk about is how severely my body has deteriorated each week and how I can barely handle it lol I obvs can't go to a hospital, the lights and sounds and meds and my health conditions would do me in lmao so she asks me what we can do to keep me here and I don't know anymore I'm sorry. I am in a lot of pain right now

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes

It's Task Force 141's first mission after gathering intel about the whereabouts of Samantha Coleman. Gary and the rest of the team proceed to briefing and would probably head straight to their rescue mission. Do these mini summaries even make sense? Find out soon.

Chapter 3 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Soap - F.N.G.

"Run Through the Jungle"

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 - Mess Hall

Gary was almost done with his raccoon story when the PA system alerted them of an immediate briefing. Simon nodded to him and got up making his way to the briefing room. Gary also noticed the rest of his squad from earlier walk to the door, and was France crying on Alex? Much to his curiosity, he went to John who was still sitting by the chair.

"Anything you want to tell me, Soap?" he asked, patting his comrade's shoulder. 

"Bugger off, mate. Let's just go to the meeting." he replied, Roach couldn't tell if he was sad or disappointed or mad, but it may have something to deal with France crying.

"Whatever mate. I'm always here if you want to talk it out." he assured, and he was in fact true. It's been a month since the Task Force was created and Gary was the team's therapist, everybody's friend and ally no matter what. He always felt that he could feel everyone's emotions and believes he could be a sponge for someone who's unable to deal with the trauma. Ghost was one of his customers, he had a lot to deal with and Gary was always there for him.

"Few hours ago, our informants intercepted with a group of armed men on a safehouse near the borders of Germany. They told us that there was a man named Augustus who happens to be our step closer to Nero." Gary took note of the information General Shepherd relayed, his scribbles became faster as the General continued.

"We also received word that our hostage, Samantha Coleman is with them in one of these houses. We have to proceed with caution as this area may be rigged with traps or surrounded with tangos." he added.

"As for rules of engagement, fire only when fired upon. This is a local settlement and civilians may be anywhere. We don't want to create unnecessary civilian casualties just to retrieve a single person." he instructed. Gary took a quick survey of the room, everyone looked at the screen intently, he could see MacTavish's eyebrows furrowed in anger, France's eyes were downright sad and Alex, despite being a CIA agent, actually looked worried.

"As for assignments, I'll let your captain take the floor." Shepherd concluded and exited the area, Price then stepped forward and began briefing.

~

The silent chirping of the crickets echoed from the nearby forest. Gary took a cold exhale and leaned on the railings just outside their quarters. 

"Big day tomorrow, huh?" Ghost surprised Roach as he spoke.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I spotted, but I still know the basics." Gary answered. He and Ghost were assigned for sniper support a few clicks away from the Alpha Team lead by Alex and the Bravo Team lead by Captain Price.

"Your math is good and fast?" Ghost asked, chuckling at the question. Gary inhaled before he answered the question.

"Yeah. Try me." he dared, glancing at the masked man.

"Suppose there's a target about 516 meters far, the wind is one half value." Ghost planned out the situation. Gary's gears started turning as he scratched his freshly shaven chin.

"Five degrees. Descending." he muttered. Ghost thought about it and agreed.

"Yeah. Your math is still on point." he mused laughing at him.

"What do you think Nero is up to? I mean it all doesn't add up. And what's with erasing memories?" Gary flooded the man with questions. Simon just pondered without saying any words.

"I dunno mate. I'm as baffled as you are." he replied, waving to Alex and France who were out on a late night walk.

"Say Gary, what's the deal with the new girl? One minute she looks tough as nuts then the second Soap comes in she's fucking crying?" Ghost rambled. Gary could feel a hint of jealousy but not entirely. It's as if he's mad and jealous at the same time.

"Well, we were too far from their table and I couldn't hear anything. Maybe they had an argument while Soap was out with her on the training room?" Gary speculated, he saw Simon's fists clench as he left his side.

"Eh. Not that I care anyway. Get some rest, spotter. Big day tomorrow." he remarked and went to his room.

"Yeah yeah." he replied waving at the two walking around the oval. They both waved back and Gary yelled good night to them before entering the quarters himself.

Gary plopped on his bed and closed his eyes. He was actually nervous enough that he could hear his own heartbeat, he took deep breaths and lulled himself to sleep. He wanted to see to it that they save the hostage tomorrow and a perfect sleep is what he could contribute right now.

GERMANY

0458H

Gary hated the ghillie suits. It was heavy, uncomfortable and animals sometimes land on you, but it does the job well. Treading the dense forestry just above the safehouse, Gary and Simon head out to look for a perfect spot.

"This one's got a view of the houses." Ghost whispered, signaling Roach to move forward.

"This is Echo Three One, we've cleared the two houses on the right, all empty. Over." Alex reported over their comms.

"Bravo Six copies that and the two houses here are also clear." Price reported.

"Looks like it's going to be the one on the far side." Soap concluded.

"I've got eyes on the safehouse. There's no activity on all windows. Proceed with caution." Ghost reported.

"Rog." Price replied.

"Copy that, eye in the sky." Alex replied.

Gary put out his spotting scope and placed his eye behind the lens.

"I've got my eyes on them, Ghosty. Alpha Team is on its way." he whispered.

Ghost rolled some knobs on his sniper making a soft clicking sound as he spins it.

"Don't call me that, Bug. I have eyes on Bravo Team. Still no movement from the safehouse." 

"This is Alpha Team, approaching the left side of the safehouse."

"Bravo Team is Oscar Mike as well."

"Roach, did you see that?" Ghost whispered.

"Yeah. The winds are shifting." Gary noted, sticking out a tool that detects wind speed.

"Three Fourths value at 400 meters. 15 miles per hour. Adjust to 15.3" he informed, calculating on Ghosts still shoulder with a pen. Decimals are too dangerous to calculate mentally. Ghost's sniper clicked once again to adjust with the wind, he took a deep breath and his targets stabilized once again.

Leaves rustled behind them, Roach quickly held on his rifle and slowly turned back to check if it was an animal. Nothing, but before turning back on his scope, he saw a black figure from the corner of his eye.

"Bollocks. We've got movement on our Six." Roach reported. 

"Remember our ROE, Roach. Fire only when fired upon." Price reminded.

"I'll take care of it from here. You go check on that." Ghost said as he turned back to his scope.

"Roger that. Be safe." Roach quickly ran to the direction if the rustling.

He couldn't make out much of the figure, but he was sure enough it was human. He tried to look for areas where the leaves were disturbed but with the wind picking up, he was clueless. Then there it was again, movement. He quickly dashed to it's direction, not wanting to get lost again. His boots slapped the fresh soil as he made his wauy to a clearing.

'Left, right then left by the rocks.' Gary mentally noted his each turn so he could easily remember but when he's chasing someone whom he felt like it doesn't know where it goes, then it's a whole different story.  

Gary was alone in the windy forest, in pursuit of a person who's out on the woods at five in the morning. He wanted to go back but there's something that bothered him and convinced him to keep chasing it.

"Roach, you okay? They're almost in the safehouse." Ghost pointed out.

"Yeah haaaah… I'm still haaaah… hot on its trail." Gary panted. He suddenly turned when he heard a yelp.

"It's a girl. It might be our hostage." he radioed and followed the direction of the sound.

Soft sobs and English curse words could be heard from where Gary emerged. This alerted the injured female and she plead at the British solider.

"Please. I'm not an enemy. I'm I'm- I don't know who I am or where I am… Please. Don't hurt me." She was an American girl, possibly around 20-30 years old and had blonde hair wearing a black tank top and grey sweatpants, there were a few bruises on her arms and she was threatening him with a stick.

"Maam, put down your weapon and calm down. I will not hurt you." he dropped his weapon slowly on the ground stepped forward, his hands both raised.

"Good good. I need help." she whimpered, looking at her sprained ankle.

Gary immediately took his ghillie off and ripped a piece of his sleeves to wrap around the sprain, treating it with something from his medical kit.

"There you go… You're feeling better now? Maam?" Gary accommodated. The unknown blonde nodded in agreement.

"So.. you don't know who you are?" Gary asked.

"All I know is that I'm with another girl, Brunette." she added.

"I located the one out on the woods. She's American but I can't ID her. She's about 20 - 30 years old, short blonde hair." Gary informed.

"Is that Maxine?" Alex and France simultaneously replied over comms.

"Excuse me. Do you go by Maxine?" Gary asked politely. The girl quickly covered her ears and screamed.

"Aaaaaah! My head hurts!" She yelled. Gary was quick enough to cover her mouth as soon as she opened it as to not give away their presence.

"I don't know if that's a yes or a no guys. But that definitely is a reaction." Gary said over the comms. He assisted "Maxine" and lifted her up as he tries to get back to Ghost.

"Thick trees everywhere. Any Idea where you are Ghost?" he asked over the secure radio.

"I'm at the same spot I've been since we got here. Can't you retrace your steps?" he replied.

"I could try." he muttered, carrying an unconscious woman on his shoulders across the jungle.

Next Chapter : Déjà vu

[ask-competent-villain-ex]

Sometimes Villains Cry too

PART A/Chapter 1

[Word Count: 1867]

Description: Evil Xisuma now have to sleep with one eye open, he dared to put this much trust into someone. 

It was a stormy day.

For once, Evil Xisuma wasn’t really thinking of bothering anyone today. Maybe only a few kills here and there just to pretend he actually gave a shit. Who knows.

He reached the location of one of Zed’s pyramid base. Ex normally would have not come on a hermit’s request, but it was his closest and perhaps the only friend, even by just the little amount that he trusts him. The villain entered the triangular building and peeked down the large cacti and sugar cane from that his friend is starting to build.

“Rex? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to him, it came from the bottom of the pyramid.

He rarely spoke, there was never any reason to when words did flow out, his voice was raspy for the lack of usage of his vocal cords, and this time was no different. “Yea, it’s me,” Ex replied, patting off some of the sand that ended up on his suit. Zed had started to call him Rex for some bizarre reason, not that he minded it. It felt nice to not be called evil for once.

He took the bubble elevator down to the bottom of the pyramid, it’s yellow sandstone glistening and cracked under the hot sun. If he was anyone else he would probably be sweating like a dog.

When he had approached the bottom, there was a door, he had thought nothing of it; Zed was the one person he trusted, and he should believe that he wouldn’t play any tricks on him! Right?

Ex opened the iron door with the press of a button on the side, and the door clicked open, hitting the ice that was on the side harshly. The white-haired individual walked into the room, it was simply decorated, with two wooden chairs. And a white bed, probably Zed’s personal workspace.

“Eh, sorry, I’m still in the process of moving everything, moving can be quite messy y’know?” Zedaph spoke, closing one shulker box to only open another, while Ex made himself comfortable and sat onto one of the wooden chairs.

“So, what did you call me here for? You don’t normally talk to me unless we just so happen to see each other.” He heard himself say, before his friend turned around, with an uncertain look on his face, almost a look of regret. He raised an eyebrow in response.

“Well…” Zed started, and his hand moved behind the chest, and the sound of a button activated something.

This was definitely not going to end well.

The floor underneath them both disappeared, dropping him into an obsidian walled jail cell with only two iron bars as openings, while Zed dropped safely into a small water hole. Ex recovered from the sudden shock of moving so fast, he glanced around.

He could not focus on anything other than the man in the green suit, nearly identical to his. A low growl emitted from his mouth.

The evil counterpart launched himself at the iron bars, gripping onto it so hard that his knuckles turned white, a loud bang, shattering noise escaped from the bars. Zed visibly jumped back into the wall in surprise and in fear and turned away as he was too scared to hold eye contact.

“Y. O. U.” Evil Xisuma barely spoke that one word out, he was fuming, his fangs bearing. While his counterpart did not respond, his eyes did not change, and his helmet covered his face. His own helmet he had left behind in his base, seeing that he probably did not need it.

“How. Dare you? How dare you take away-” Ex began.

“I told him everything, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma interpreted him. “Don’t think you can fool Zedaph long under my watch.” He spoke calmly.

Evil Xisuma’s face twisted into one of hopelessness; then despair; and then quickly back into fury. He turned his sharp glare towards Zedaph on the other side of the room, who at this point was just trying to pretend he wasn’t here by shutting his eyes tightly.

“Did you believe him? Did you really think this is the right thing to do? HUH?! HUH?!!” He yowled, banging against the iron bars. “I thought we could be friends, Zed. I really thought we could.” Ex hissed. “Turns out you are nothing, but a damned, dirty liar.” Tears were threatening to spill out.

Zedaph looked at him from the sudden mention of his name in shock but then turned away quickly again. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Enough of needlessly harassing people, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma looked through the bars, “You’ve been torturing us long enough.” As he finished that sentence, Ex was suddenly pulled towards the ground by a splash of two potions behind him. Probably potions of weakness and slowness. Huh. Not too bad,

He struggled to stand up, groaning as he collapsed on the floor like a weakened animal, clawing and scratching at the ground with his fingers. The green armored one walked into the jail cell, with Zed following behind him. And motioned something. It was hard to listen when you are forced to the ground by weakness.

He felt arms hold him up and begin to drag him out from the cell, it was quite a struggle, and he would have laughed too if it wasn’t for that fact that this situation was nothing but tragic; betrayed by his only friend, and lead by that said friend to an unknown fate, probably banishment.

The thought of banishment shook him.

He had thought of it, and X had ever only used it as a threat, but this time? It’s going to happen.

And he won’t be able to do anything to stop it.

The weakness was getting to him.

Ex drifted into sleep.

He woke up, and found himself tied to a bed in an empty room that he had somehow ended up, with only Xisuma here now, Zed disappeared to nowhere. That’s good. He did not felt like look at that face right now.

The room itself was nothing spectacular, it was white, presumably, obsidian covered in white maps.

“I guess you finally win. Xisuma. You get to play with all your little puppets.” The white-haired man spoke, full of sarcasm and apathy. “I hope you have fun with your little game.”

“You are the only one who thinks it’s a game, dear brother.” Xisuma hissed, the first trace of emotion he showed through this whole process. “You have tortured them! You held them in your cells, and then what? You killed them over and over again!”

Evil Xisuma turned his head to the other side of the white room, looking away from Xisuma this time, trying to reach for a knife that he hid within his armor. “We both know that you’ve just brainwashed them. There is nothing good about you!” Ex snickered. And even without looking at his counterpart, he could tell that Xisuma was more than just frustrated.

“Talk what you will now, you’ll not be able to talk to anyone again after this,” X said, continue to type in commands into the console.

Ex tapped the knife against the metal bed he was laying out, making sure he was looking. He gripped the knife and passed it over to his other hand.

This was going to be some serious bullshit he’ll be pulling if he actually hit his target.

And it’ll be worth it.

He flung the knife towards Xisuma, originally aiming for the arms, but it ended up only stabbing him in the side of his left leg. X yelled in pain, and he was forced to step away from the console in the wall.

Ex could feel the effect of the weakness and slowness potion wearing out, he was regaining his strength. He tore the poorly done restraints on the bed, it was clearly not made for him at his top functionality. And began to run towards the opened door.

Suddenly, someone appeared from the doorway and tackled him.

It was Zedaph.

“YOU BITCH!” Ex screamed as he pushed his former friend to the side. And clenched him by the brown shirt that he had always wore. “I’ll make sure you regret forever betraying me.” He hissed lowly and began to engage in a full on a fist fight with one of the team ZIT members. Zed was clearly not giving up either, fighting back just equally as hard, but not as strong as the evil-doer.

“Rex, I’m sorry but you have to understand! I have to do what’s best for everyone! My friends!” The blonde tried to reason, as he manages to push Ex off for a single second. But was only thrown against the wall immediately.

“DON’T. CALL. ME. THAT.” He pushed out, the whirlpool of negative emotions are blurring his trains of thoughts. “There is nothing to understand. You betrayed me.” Evil Xisuma repeated again, and headed his clenched fist straight for Zed’s head, he braced for impact…

But nothing came.

And then, a sharp, ear piercing screaming. Along with a clank of an ax.

Zed forced his eyes open, all that greeted him was a splash of red absolutely everywhere.

The red-armored man was screaming at the top of his lungs, holding where his right arm used to be in pain, blood and tears mixed together on his face. His gleaming red eye were darting all over the place, unable to focus. Xisuma quickly rushed Zedaph out from the room, snapping the frozen man out from his daze.

Everything happened so quickly.

Ex was left in the room alone, now laying on the cold, white, unforgiving floor. Blood spilling out from where his arm used to fill. His breathing has begun to slow down, taking heavy, slow breaths.

This is it.

This is the end.

He won’t respawn; that’s how it's supposed to be.

He never meant to be here. He was an error from Xisuma respawning.

Out of his blurring vision. He saw a glimpse of a purple portal.

And out came two wither skeletons, along with a wither.

They carried him into the portal.

Back home.

To where he belongs.

Where he’ll be safe.

From betrayal.

From Harm.

From everything.

And that was how it was for a while. Evil Xisuma completely stopped appearing in the hermitcraft world and stayed in his fortress in the nether for nearly 4 months. Recovering from the trauma, he was saved from the brink of death thanks to the couple of healing and recovery potions he had saved up. But nothing was going to save his mental state.

One of the withers came back one day with a robotic prosthetic and gave it to him, he recognized which wither it was; It was the first one he had to summon. He knew the wither only meant good, but seeing the robotic arm only made him even more depressed and reminded him that his arm is never coming back. That a part of him is completely gone.

He hated this.

Nothing ever goes his way.

Everything always gets ruined by that. Damned. Xisuma.

And so he cried again.

And the day after.

And after.

And after...

[braincoins]

Tumblr’s Badge Culture

Can I blame Pokemon for this? Eh, even if I could, I wouldn’t. So here’s how my thoughtline goes:

Tumblr culture likes to assign “badges.” You get badges for every way in which you are not an able-bodied, neurotypical, cishet, white, Christian, conservative male. (I’m probably missing some, but if I sit here and try to go through them all, we’ll be here all day.) 

For example, here are some of the “badges” Tumblr culture would give to me:

Female

Neurodivergent

Biromantic

Asexual

Personal set of spiritual beliefs not (solely) aligning with Christianity

Lifelong Liberal

I miss out on some badges; I am cisgender and white, after all, and, aside from some osteopenia and flat feet, pretty much able-bodied. You can also get badges for diseases, chronic conditions, and trauma. Again, mine as examples:

Depression

Anxiety

ADHD

Autistic

Cancer Survivor

Child Sex Abuse Survivor

Lost/Repressed Memories

So, those are my Badges. But what can I do with them besides dump them all in my bio? Well, I can use them:

 to make my voice heard! For example, in a discussion on depression, I can whip out my Depression badge and therefore my voice carries more weight. (This is usually a pretty okay use of a “badge,” depending on how it’s used. But my experience of depression, or of being female, or of any other “badge” identity is not going to be the same as someone else’s. We’ll come back to that.)

  to shout down opposition! You’re not allowed to have an opinion on depression if you don’t have THIS BADGE [flashing my Depression Badge proudly]! (This is often, but not always, bullshit. A psychologist or psychiatrist can have a perfectly reasonable and informed opinion on depression based on their education and interaction with depressed individuals; similarly, someone who’s dealt closely with a depressed person might have an interesting viewpoint on the disorder’s effects on friends and family. Their opinion isn’t automatically worthless.)

  to hide behind! That’s right, YOU CAN’T CRITICIZE ME BECAUSE I HAVE THESE BADGES. Sort of like Beni in The Mummy: 

There’s Beni scrabbling madly through his badge collection, his collection of mystical symbols to hide behind, trying to find the one that will save his ass. None of them really mean anything to him beyond their ability to get him out of trouble.

Which isn’t to say that the badges Tumblrites use are meaningless to them, necessarily. But it’s that same idea of, “I’m going to hold up my Depression Badge and that will protect me from harm!” As if the idea that because I was born a certain way, because society “lessens” and “others” me in some way, because I have survived some sort of ordeal, therefore I am beyond criticism.

This is Super Mega Bullshit.

You don’t get a free pass to be an asshole to people because society at large is an asshole to you. That’s not how it works. And if you’re going to act like that, you’re quickly going to run out of friends and supporters.

You also have to remember that, unless you’re the head of or spokesperson for a specific organization, you don’t speak for everyone else. (Hell, even the spokesperson/head of the org only speaks for that organization’s members. I’m not a member of NOW, for example, so even though I’m a woman, their spokespeople don’t speak for me.)

I remember this guy who believed that the phrase “that’s so gay” (as a pejorative) was okay. He didn’t have a problem with it, personally, as a gay guy himself. That’s great. But other gay/lesbian/bi people in the group we were in did have a problem with it. They spoke up and asked him politely not to use that phrase around the group. He kept insisting, “It’s okay, I’M GAY.” I kept trying to explain to him that it was fine that he was okay with it, BUT OTHER PEOPLE HERE AREN’T. COULD YOU PLEASE JUST NOT SAY THAT AROUND US? He gave up and left and we were pleased to see him go.

That guy was not King of the Gays. His word was not law. He had no right to tell the other queer people in the group that they shouldn’t be offended by the phrase, and his “badge” of gayness doesn’t give him that right.

Similarly, your experience - even with things like diseases and conditions - are not universal. My experience going through cancer is unlike many, many other peoples’. You cannot flash your badge and speak for Everyone Everywhere. You can only talk about your own experience.

The teal deer here is this:

YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO TELL OTHER PEOPLE WHAT TO DO.

You are not the [Insert Badge Here] Police. 

You are not the Representative of All [Insert Badge Here] People.

None of your badges give you immunity when you do shitty things. 

For that matter, there’s nothing inherently wrong with being:

White

Heterosexual

Cisgender

Christian

Male

Republican/Conservative

Able-bodied

Neurotypical

It just means that you have to recognize these privileges. You have to work not to use your privileges to hurt/demean others. Realize that - in some ways - your life is easier. Sure, I’m a woman, but I’m a WHITE woman, and I can get away with a LOT MORE SHIT in my life than, say, a Black or Latinx woman can. 

Society is rarely fair to those who are different (unless you’re different in a societally-approved way, like, say, being an Olympic athlete). We should be sticking together and helping one another.

Put your badges down and let’s work together to change society for the better.

[icharchivist]

yulma for otp questions ! (yes fresh wound still open, will never close)

OTP Questions!

Send me “OTP + Number(s)” or “OTP+All” if you want me to reply only a few questions or all of them

Oh my god you’re really suffering aren’t you :’D

I’m doing them all since we talked about it in private and... let’s go!

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

They would both, tbh, especially Alma. I think Kanda would have a better understanding of hoarding money and Alma would just go “but Yuu I need to buy it for you.” That being said, Kanda does it a lot too so how can he blame Alma.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Alma. Kanda doesn’t often initiate affection, not the way Alma does. Not that Kanda minds tho

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

..... I don’t trust any of them to be honest. They would probably both do this kind of things and both would have to call each other out. 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Kanda has the most trouble sleeping, so Alma is often the one to call him out and tell him to rest. But Kanda would cake up from nightmares eventually, and Alma would always wake up after that to keep him compagny.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

I have this headcanons that Alma is super enthustiast about cooking but often makes a mess, while Kanda just knows how to do the basic necessity (ways too much Sôba, stop him). But when it comes to cookies tbh, Kanda doesn’t like sweets, so I’d see Alma cook them and try to have Kanda taste them - and Kanda would because what wouldn’t he do for Alma.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Alma is the “that’s us” person. Kanda  would grumble “Eh not really” because he’s a grumpy cat.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Alma! Definitly! Although in a “Alma survived AU” I think Alma would probably burn Kanda’s uniform and act like the uniform never existed all by stealing the rest of Kanda’s clothes.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

I think Alma would run everywhere? Like, Alma seems to be the most curious about anything from the outside world, so going outside will take h o u rs and it’ll be so distracting! Kanda has to make tons of reminders.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

huuuh hard to say. I wouldn’t trust either with a car and I wouldn’t trust either into giving the good directions. They’d be fighting after 5 minutes because “I told you we had to go right!” “I went right, just, not your right!”

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

ngl I picture Alma drawing more than Kanda, it would help keep the agressivity in check y’know. Kanda gladly takes the pose, he just do the bare minimum complaining that Alma will tease about later.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Huuuh hard to say. Canonically Alma sneaked up into heavy infrastructure much more than Kanda ahah. Kanda would be like “oh time to be sneaky? Okay. I’m gonna destroy this place.” 

So I’d say, Alma would be the one to be sneaky. But Kanda wouldn’t be eating a bag of chips, he would look at the whole thing and think “It would have gone quicker if you let me destroy it.”

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

In canon they both have the regenerative ability to not get a hangover, even if it’s failing lately for Kanda. So in the end, Kanda would probably be the one overdoing it and Alma having to keep him cool ahah

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Both, but especially Alma. Alma would always find a reason to give a gift - like there will be a picnic planned or something like that. Although, I love to think that since Alma loves the little things, Everytime Kanda would go outside he’d find something really silly like, a rock or a seashell and brings it back to Alma because he knows Alma likes this kind of stuff and it’s always nice to see Alma smiles.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

That’s kinda the tricky one since in canon their last name only happened later and they didn’t have any for a while (Alma became Alma Karma because of what happened to the Asian Branche, Kanda started using Kanda as a way to sneak from the Order when he was with Tiedoll and distance himself from the trauma linked to his name imo, which is why he reacts this badly at being called “Yuu” since only Alma and his abusers called him this way)

So taking that into account, I think Alma would hate the name “Karma” for a while because of how it’s associated to such horrible things. “Kanda” became a comforting name though, so eventually Alma would probably ending up picking it up.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Kanda screams about the spiders and tries to kill it - Alma tries to bring it outside safely. 

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Huuuh both? Both. Honestly they’d probably both fight because “keep the goddamn jacket you’re the one who’s cold”

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Well Alma only have Kanda, while Kanda has the Order, so... I think so, in Kanda’s side, Lenalee would probably expect the both of them to be the  bigger person, and she will always hear both of them all the time to know who to lecture. Komui basically saw Kanda grew up, and I wouldn’t be surprised he’d be lowkey protective at time. Tiedoll would be a total mess and wouldn’t be overprotective, he’d be mostly crying on how his son is now a grown up. But let’s be real he has adopted Alma as soon as they met ahah. Marie is always extremely gentle with Alma, and would most likely lecture Kanda instead of lecturing Alma.

The thing is that honestly? Allen would be the one to start threatening Kanda as a protector of Alma. It would drive Kanda nuts because he’s half convinced Allen just takes Alma’s side to go against Kanda ahah.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

To their face? Huuh hard to say. In canon it had been such a mess for them to tell each other their feelings, so it’s a mess to think about how a proper declaration would come. I think eventually, in a normal setting, Alma would have more chance to remind Kanda all the time of how he feels for him and it’d take some time for Kanda to declare it back.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

They probably would be okay? In their past lives, they wanted children. But after all they’ve been through on the canon timeline, I think that they wouldn’t even think about it. Even in an au where they have no problem and all, I don’t exactly see them raising kids, at least not in the setting of a holy war. In a modern au, eventually, but it’d take them more maturity and it’s a little hard to picture when their lives had been shapped by the war so far.

While Kanda would be a grumpy dad, I think he’d be really sweet if not awkward with his children. Alma would always be very sweet I think.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Hard to say? I think Kanda writes well, but not perfectly, he often uses words to rudely and doesn’t care much. Alma would probably try harder with grammar.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

.... well in canon, it’s Kanda who gets attacked and Alma who gets to protect him. And honestly I think that’s how it’d go generally. Kanda is always up to pick up a fight, but Alma doesn’t really let people bully them. But if Kanda gets lowkey attacked? Alma would unleash hell. Fear Alma.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Alma makes the bad puns, Kanda would be pained. in an “Alma survives” Au you can’t tell me Allen and Lavi wouldn’t team up to teach Alma new puns to use against a very grumpy Kanda.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

It’s canon that it’s Kanda who loves dog ways too much, so honestly, I think one day Kanda will come back home with three puppies and be all “I didn’t bring them here” while he totally did. Alma rolls with it tho, it’s cute. 

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Both, but Alma does it more often. when Kanda pushes his limits, he pushes them ways too far so Alma would probably have to look out for him. ... also if Alma ends up too tired, Kanda would probably carry them bridelike style *coughs* like in canon *coughs*

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Mostly, Alma cheers on everything Kanda does- it annoyed Kanda a lot when they were younger, but now he just like it and only pretend he doesn’t. When Alma does stuff, Kanda often sneaks cheers, but they are far less loud than Alma’s. But every words Kanda would say would cheer up Alma tbh.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Alma. Definitly Alma. In a more modern AU you can’t tell me Alma wouldn’t be obsessed with taking pictures of everything, especially of Kanda.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

I don’t think Kanda would want one, Kanda would let Alma bread his hair though, but that’s the further he’ll allow. Maybe Alma would ask for a makeover and Kanda would help with whatever Alma wants.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Kanda sticks to cute doggos - Alma comes back home with huge spiders and say its their friend and Kanda would not be pleased. I mean. He’d let Alma do anything but why this

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Huuuh I don’t see one doing it more than the other. Eventually Alma I think?

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

I’m still holding to my headcanon that Alma always wanted to see the world, so they’ll visit any places Alma wants to visit. Alma would take all of the pictures. It makes Kanda happy to see Alma that happy though. They deserved a break and be happy, didn’t they?

Here you go ❤ Thanks Sweetie!!