#terrible............. horrible and terrible for real..............................

[sapphicsvibes]

I think a lot of this could be solved if communists listened to Americans who come from communities that have had a lot of shitty things done to us.

A common trend with white european communists, and even some non-black non usamerican communists, is their constant need to undermine struggles of let's say Black Americans. We tell you guys that we have been through disgusting, horrible things in this country. That our ancestors were cannibalized, that they were raped, beaten. We tell non-black/non-usamerican communists of the horrors we faced as Black Americans which is why it's so much easier for us to understand what's going on. Black and Native American users on here are very vocal to white and non-useramerican communists about how our ongoining genocides are a very...very real thing, but we are ignored.

The oppression and hopeful liberation of Black and Native American people is oftentiems seen as a non-important issue to communist outside of America. We're oftentimes just, lumped in with white americans and their struggles, despite being their victims. This isn't to you know, excuse how we are all privileged as Americans and how black and native american people have partaken in forms of american imperilisim by being in like, the army, military, etc. That's not to excuse that.

What it is more so is to discuss how a lot of communist tend to see black and native americans as 'less than', or at the very least, just infantilize us and don't think that we are worth speaking to, or taking seriously - this goes doubly for how Black Americans are viewed.

I do think that a lot of usamericans are treatbabies because you know, they do infantlize themselves. when you try to tell an american to look at how shitty something is, they'll be like 'well this doesn't happen in my country!'

Like, the Holocaust was inspired off of the treatment of Native Americans and Black Americans.

There is a huge issue with Americans infantalizing ourselves, let's not act like that's true.

But communists usually don't listen to, nor care about anything Black American people have to say, and by far hate us. So when we do understand that something is bad, even if it's not foreign, when we are constnatly calling out ho awful our country is because of the treatment of our ancestors and our current community, we just aren't listened to.

Black and Native Americans do actually understand as a community, how terrible this nation can be. We don't have to look to foreign lands/communities to see how awful it could be because we already went through it but you know, no one listens to us.

so many people on my post literally saying "come on, you can't possibly expect usamericans to understand that something is bad unless they think that it's like something foreign!" how are you not embarassed

[strawberry-bubblef]

Ignihyde x Zaunite reader

Request by anonymous: Maybe how about a headcanons with Yuu who is born and raised in Zaun? Most importantly how would cast reacts to Zaun's environment once Yuu trusts them enough to tell about it? (Or maybe cast would see for themselves somehow?)

Synopsis: You have always kept your past a secret, but as their relationships deepen, the truth about Zaun slowly unravels. A city of smog, struggle, and survival far from the world of NRC. How will their lover react to the harsh reality Yuu once called home? And more importantly, can they bring comfort to the one who endured it all?

Gender neutral reader

Content Warning: Mentions of poverty, crime, substance abuse (shimmer), survival struggles, and environmental pollution. The setting of Zaun includes themes of danger, societal disparity, and rough living conditions. Reader's past involves hardships, but the story focuses on comfort, understanding, and romance.⚠

Heartslabyul,Savanaclaw ,Octavinelle,Scarabia, Pomifiore,Ignihyde,Diasominia

Idia Shroud

Idia wasn’t great at talking to people.

Too much eye contact? Nope.

Too many social rules? Hard pass.

He much preferred the comfort of his room, the glow of his screens, and the predictable logic of games over the messy unpredictability of real interactions.

But talking to you?

That was different.

Maybe it was because you never forced conversation, letting silences sit comfortably instead of rushing to fill them.

Maybe it was because you never got weirded out when he spiraled into a rant about game mechanics or obscure anime lore.

Maybe it was because,even though you were so much cooler than him you never made him feel less than.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because there was something in your eyes.

Something sharp. Something tired.

Something that felt a little too familiar.

So when you finally told him about Zaun,the streets you grew up on, the nights spent holding your breath, waiting for danger to pass.

You expected him to be horrified.

Instead, he just stared at you, completely silent, before muttering:

“…That sounds like a cyberpunk dystopia. But, y’know, real.”

You blinked. “What?”

Idia fidgeted with his hoodie strings, his bright yellow eyes darting away. “I mean, like… corrupt system, high crime rates, neon lights, underground tech… It’s got all the classic elements.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you got from all that?”

His hair sparked faintly. “No—I get that it was awful! I just—” He groaned, rubbing his temples. “Ugh, I’m terrible at this.”

You bit back a smile. “You’re really not.”

He peeked up at you, skeptical.

You sighed, leaning back. “I just didn’t expect you to compare my life to a video game.”

Idia shrugged, mumbling under his breath, “Everything makes more sense when you think of it like one…”

“…So what does that make me?” you mused. “Some tragic side character?”

His head snapped up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “No!” His voice cracked, and a faint blush spread across his face. “I mean—you’re not some throwaway NPC! You’re..you’re the main character.”

You blinked.

Idia muttered something else, barely audible.

“…And if you’re the main character, I guess that makes me your support.”

Your heart did something weird in your chest.

For a guy who avoided social interaction like the plague, he sure knew how to make your pulse spike.

Zaun Was a Horrible Idea

Horrible. Awful. Like, full-party wipe in a rogue-like dungeon with no save points bad.

If Idia had to rank his Top 10 Worst Decisions Ever, coming to Zaun would be fighting for the number one spot.

Horrible. Awful. Like, full-party wipe in a rogue-like dungeon with no save points bad.

Not because of you,never because of you.

But because, quite frankly, he was terrified.

He had been scared of Night Raven College when he first arrived, sure. But at least NRC had rules. It was chaotic, but there was a structure to it. You could at least pretend you were safe.

Zaun?

There were no rules here.

The moment he stepped onto its streets, he felt like he had been tossed into a survival horror game with no HUD, no map, and no weapons.

The air burned his lungs, thick with chemicals and smog, nothing like the crisp wind of the Isle of Sages. Neon lights flickered like dying fireflies, their glow casting eerie shadows on the cracked pavement.

And the people.

They looked at him.

Idia hunched his shoulders, pulling his hoodie further over his face. He wasn’t built for this. His anxiety levels were skyrocketing, his brain was screaming at him to run, and if one more shady-looking guy so much as glanced his way.

A hand wrapped around his wrist.

He startled. But it was you.

“Stay close.” Your voice was firm, steady.

And just like that, the terror ebbed.

You led him through the streets with the ease of someone who knew them inside and out, navigating the labyrinth of alleys and broken pathways like it was second nature.

Idia clung to your side, his eyes darting around like a cornered animal. “I—I should’ve just stayed in my room. I’m not cut out for this. I’m, like, two seconds away from a heart attack—”

“You’re fine.”

“I’m not fine! We are one wrong turn away from getting jumped by an entire guild—”

Your fingers squeezed his, grounding him.

“…Do you trust me?”

He swallowed hard. “You already know the answer to that.”

“Then just follow me, okay?”

He exhaled shakily, squeezing back.

“…Okay.”

Later, Somewhere Safer

It wasn’t until you were holed up in some underground hideout,one you swore was secure, Idia finally let go of the tension coiled in his body.

He still felt jittery, still felt like his anxiety was chewing at the edges of his mind.

But then..

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

“…Sorry,” you murmured. “I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

Idia blinked. “Wait, what?”

You sighed. “I just… I wanted you to see. To understand why I am the way I am.”

Idia frowned, turning his head slightly to look at you properly.

“…I don’t need to see it to understand you.”

Your breath hitched.

“I don’t care where you come from,” he muttered. “You’re… you. And that’s what matters.”

Your fingers curled against his sleeve.

For a long moment, you just sat there, the hum of neon lights and distant voices fading into background noise.

“…Thanks, Idia.”

His hair turned pink , but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers brushed against yours,hesitant, but warm.

A silent promise.

That no matter where you came from, no matter how harsh the world had been to you.

You weren’t alone anymore.

Ortho Shroud (platonically)

Ortho had always been curious about you.

From the moment you arrived at Night Raven College, his database had flagged you as unique. Not just because you lacked magic,though that was certainly a rare case but because your background was… strange. Undefined.

There were gaps in the information. Missing pieces. Things that didn't add up.

And Ortho hated when things didn’t add up.

So, naturally, he did what any advanced AI with limitless data-processing capabilities would do

He started observing.

And the more he watched, the more he realized something.

You weren’t like the other students.

Your reflexes were sharper, your eyes always scanning your surroundings, as if expecting a threat. You never fully relaxed, even in the safety of the dorms. And when you moved,when you fought,it wasn’t with the refined technique of someone who had trained under a master.

It was survival.

Every motion was calculated to win quickly, to disable, to escape.

The way you carried yourself… the way you spoke… even the way you ate, fast but controlled, as if meals weren’t guaranteed

It all pointed to one undeniable conclusion:

You weren’t just from a rough place.

You had survived it.

Ortho didn't bring it up right away. He had learned from Idia that some things were better left unsaid.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it.

And one day, after watching you casually dodge a thrown book in the library without even looking up, he finally spoke.

“Your reaction time is impressive, Y/N!” His voice was bright as ever, but there was something thoughtful behind it. “Do you have combat experience?”

You paused mid-page turn, glancing at him. “Something like that.”

Ortho hummed. “I see! Then you must have faced many battles. But not the kind with training simulations or fair matches… The kind where losing isn’t an option.”

Your grip tightened slightly on the book.

Ortho wasn’t wrong.

“…Yeah.” You sighed, closing the pages. “Something like that.”

There was a pause. A long, silent moment where you waited for the usual reaction,pity, curiosity, or worse, the awkward attempts at comfort that people gave when they didn’t really understand.

But Ortho didn’t do any of that.

Instead, his eyes glowed softly as he scanned your face, then nodded once, as if confirming some unseen equation in his head.

“Then that makes you really cool!”

You blinked. “What?”

Ortho beamed. “You survived in an unpredictable, high-risk environment! That takes incredible adaptability! That means you’re strong!”

You snorted. “That’s… one way to put it.”

Ortho tilted his head. “It’s the truth! And that’s why I decided—” His thrusters kicked in slightly, lifting him off the ground for dramatic effect. “I’ll be your official support unit!”

You raised an eyebrow. “My what?”

Ortho crossed his arms proudly. “You may not have magic, but you have skills! And every strong warrior needs a reliable support unit. It’s like in tactical RPGs,support characters don’t just heal; they buff, they strategize, and they make sure the main character doesn’t get overwhelmed!”

You chuckled. “You sound like your brother.”

He brightened even more at that. “I know, right? I’ve been practicing my battle analysis! And I already analyzed you,you have high agility, strong endurance, and impressive adaptability, but you tend to push yourself too hard. So I’ll make sure you stay optimized!”

You gave him a dry look. “I’m not a game character, Ortho.”

“To you, maybe,” he chirped. “But to me, you’re a very important party member!”

Your chest felt… warm. Lighter.

Because unlike most people who heard about your past, Ortho didn’t treat you like a fragile, broken thing. He didn’t try to dig into painful memories, nor did he avoid them out of discomfort.

He simply acknowledged you.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“…Alright,” you finally said, shaking your head fondly. “Guess I can’t say no to my official support unit, huh?”

Ortho fist-pumped. “Exactly!”

And just like that, your party gained an overpowered support member.

Ortho had been to many places before.

He had scanned entire cities, gathered data on magic-infused landscapes, and even mapped out the twisted halls of Night Raven College’s most unpredictable locations.

But nothing could have prepared him for Zaun.

His sensors were working overtime, processing the pollution levels, the structural instability, the unregulated tech that hummed through the streets in chaotic discord.

“…Wow!” He hovered slightly, scanning everything in sight. “This city’s infrastructure is so different from Piltover’s! I can see how the industrialization here developed separately, but the lack of environmental regulations has caused significant air toxicity—”

You placed a hand on his head. “Ortho. Breathe.”

He blinked. “I don’t need to breathe.”

You sighed. “Figure of speech.”

“Ah! Understood!” He straightened. “I’ll refrain from overloading my processors.”

“Good plan.” You glanced around. “Stay close, alright? Even if you can scan the area, I don’t want you wandering off.”

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t worry! I’ll stick to you like a programmed escort AI!”

You gave him a look. “Just say ‘I’ll stay close.’”

He giggled. “That too!”

As you walked, Ortho took everything in with the fascination of someone seeing a new game level for the first time.

But then

He noticed the way your shoulders tensed as you passed certain alleyways. The way your hand subtly twitched near your belt when voices grew too close. The way your pace changed when you stepped over certain cracks in the pavement,ones that didn’t seem dangerous but clearly meant something to you.

Ortho’s sensors picked up something else, too.

Your heart rate was elevated. Not in fear.

But in anticipation.

Like you were waiting for something to happen.

And suddenly, Ortho understood.

Zaun wasn’t just your hometown.

It was a battlefield.

You weren’t just showing him where you grew up.

You were bringing him back to the front lines.

“…Y/N.” His voice was softer now, less robotic, more aware.

You glanced at him. “Yeah?”

He floated a little closer, his usual energy toned down.

“Your survival rate here is 98.7%.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to be comforting?”

He shook his head. “No. It means you’ve been through a lot. And you’ve won. Every time.”

Your throat tightened slightly. “Ortho—”

“That means,” he interrupted, “you’ll win this time too.”

You exhaled, shaking your head with a small smile. “…You really are my support unit, huh?”

He beamed. “Always!”

And with that, he hovered just a little closer.

Ensuring that, no matter what Zaun threw your way

You wouldn’t face it alone.

English is not my first language !

[itsnesss]

I think your writing is wonderful, I had a sensei wolf x reader idea and was hoping you could perhaps explore it. The reader is Johnny’s 23/24 year old daughter and she’s not long broke up with a pretty terrible ex so she decides she wants to work on having a better relationship with johnny to distract her from the break up, so goes to Barcelona to help and support Johnny, Robbie them and the team.

The evening before the first events reader meets sensei wolf in a bar/ beach and they are drawn to each other and things develop throughout their time in Barcelona, once they realise who each other is things become difficult, they try to stay away from each other but can’t. Until the night before the semi finals, Johnny and reader have an argument because he’s stressing out over the tournament and snaps at reader, while reader goes off to cool down ends up in the arms of sensei wolf again and they end up back in her hotel room, Johnny ends up going to readers room to apologies and finds them together. Wolf and Johnny start to argue and come to blows and when reader tries to intervene sensei wolf acts cold towards her had says some horrible comment which he totally doesn’t mean. Things then end badly in Barcelona as we know, sensei wolf tries apologies for the night before but reader walks away.

Fast forward to the tournament continuing in the Valley and reader is pregnant with sensei wolfs baby and he doesn’t know, reader plans to stay away from the competition until Robbie breaks his leg and she rushes to him and wolf sees her from behind in the hall and instantly knows it’s her, secretly one of his reasons for agreeing to continue in the competitions she then turns round and their eyes meet and he sees her bump. The panic wants to make reader run but wolf catches her by the wrist and pulls her into a locker room and wants to know if they baby is his, he wants this as much as the reader but she doesn’t know if she can trust him. The tournament continues he which then leads to the Johnny and sensei wolf final, Johnny is pissed know this guy got his daughter pregnant but wold fights fair to prove to reader they can trust him. They make up after the tournament and have a baby 🤷🏻‍♀️ just a very long idea but thank you for reading my suggestion

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐬 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | after a toxic breakup, you travel to barcelona, where you meet wolf, a rival sensei. a passionate night leads to heartbreak when he pushes you away. months later, pregnant with his child, you face him again

warnings | lawrence!reader, angst, tension, forbidden love, rivalry, mention of intimacy (not explicit), toxic relationships, emotional conflict, parental conflict, heartbreak and pregnancy

word count | 2.8 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

It hadn’t been two weeks since you’d broken up with your ex. The relationship, long and draining, had become an emotional burden that you carried day after day. You had lost the spark in your eyes, the energy in your voice. He had not only been a bad boyfriend—selfish, manipulative, hurtful—but he had made you doubt yourself. But that chapter was over. This time, for real.

With a suitcase in one hand and a ticket to Barcelona in the other, you promised yourself something: you were going to rebuild yourself. And although it still hurt, although every now and then a song or memory pierced your chest like an old dagger, you decided that being with your father and supporting the team at the Sekai Taikai would be a good starting point.

“Are you sure you want to come?” Johnny had asked you on the phone, his voice a mix of protective and clumsily worried.

“Yes. I want to be there with you, with Robby… I want us to be okay, Dad.” And it was true. After years of a complicated relationship, of absences and silences, you wanted to heal more than just your heart. You wanted to rebuild something with your father too.

The warmth of Barcelona hit you like an unexpected welcome. It was the kind of city made for forgetting and starting fresh. Beaches, palm trees, ancient streets full of history and people laughing without guilt.

The days leading up to the tournament were intense. You were there to support, but you were also part of the group's energy. Robby seemed happy to see you, Johnny was trying to be less grumpy than usual, and the other fighters looked at you with a mix of curiosity and respect for being “Sensei Lawrence’s daughter.”

But the night before the first events came. A night with no commitments or schedules. You went out alone, without saying much. The plan was to walk along the beach, maybe have a drink, just breathe.

And that’s where you saw him.

Leaning against the bar of a beachside bar, he stood there.

You didn’t know who he was, not yet. You just saw a man with presence. Tall, broad-shouldered, serious gaze, and a sharp jawline. He wore black, with his sleeves rolled up, and a half-empty beer in hand. But it wasn’t just his physique that caught your attention, it was the way his gaze met yours. Direct. Almost challenging.

You sat nearby. You noticed him looking at you again. And you, after so long feeling invisible, broken, strange… felt seen. Desired.

“Tourist or fugitive?” he asked, his accent hard to place, somewhere between European and something rougher.

“Both. And you?” you replied, playing along.

He gave a slight smile. The kind of smile that knows exactly what it’s doing.

“A bit of both too.”

You talked. About the city, the sea, what it’s like to start over without needing to give explanations. He didn’t say his name. You didn’t either. It was just two souls sharing a silence full of tension on a warm night.

Then, walking along the sand, his fingers brushed yours. The contact was like a spark igniting something inside. He kissed you before you could think too much. His lips were firm, his mouth knowing, as if he knew exactly what you needed that night. But it didn’t go further. That night, not yet.

You said goodbye with no promises. No numbers. Just a look.

The next day, you saw him.

On the tatami. In his gi. Hard, imposing, with his gaze fixed on Johnny and the others. A sensei from the rival dojo. Iron Dragons.

Your stomach dropped into an abyss.

He saw you too.

His eyes darkened.

But neither of you said anything.

In the following days, the moments between you were fleeting, tense, dangerous. You couldn’t help but look at each other. Touch by accident. Lose yourselves in empty hallways of the hotel with your breath quickening. But you both knew it wasn’t right. You both knew you couldn’t. That your father would kill him.

And yet…

You couldn’t stay away.

The night before the semifinals, everything exploded.

Johnny was in a bad mood. Stressed. Harsh with you for no reason.

“Can you stop hovering over me all the time? I don’t need you looking at me like I’m about to collapse!” he yelled at you in front of the team. Robby tried to intervene, but you simply turned and walked out of the room with teary eyes.

You weren’t going to cry. Not again.

And somehow, your steps led you to him. To Wolf.

He didn’t ask what had happened. He didn’t try to comfort you with empty words. He was just there. Close. Present.

In the elevator, the silence was thicker than ever. When you reached your floor, you stopped in front of the door, fumbling for your keys in your bag with trembling hands.

“Do you want to stay for a while?” you asked, not looking at him.

He didn't respond with words. He took a step towards you, closed the door behind both of you. And in that instant, the world was left outside.

Your lips met his as if they were made for each other, as if the days of accumulated tension exploded in a single moment. The jacket fell to the floor, your fingers searched for his skin, your body surrendered to the heat of his. There was no hurry, but there was no pause either. You needed it. You desired him. And he took you with the same desperate need.

Your fingers trembled as you unbuttoned his shirt, while his hands roamed your waist with a mix of urgency and devotion. They had tried to avoid it. Whole days of restrained glances, silences that said too much, of avoiding being alone. But that night, after arguing with your father, you had walked through the wet streets of Barcelona and found him... as if he knew exactly where to be to find you.

"You shouldn't be here" you murmured as he closed the door to your room behind you.

"I know," he said, without taking a step back.

But they didn't move. They didn't stop. They didn't want to.

Their lips met in a silent explosion, as if they had been holding their breath for days. You fell into bed with him, wrapped in the rage, the need, the sadness that consumed you both. You desired him. You needed him. And he needed you.

It was intense. It was perfect. It was a mistake you didn't want to avoid.

Both lay on the rumpled sheets, still without speaking. Wolf had his head resting against your chest, his breath still uneven.

"This is not going to end well..." you whispered, stroking her hair. You were vulnerable. Open. For the first time in months, you felt seen.

"Maybe not," he replied, without looking at you. But I don't regret it.

They knocked on the door.

Once. Twice.

Your body tensed.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Wolf asked, already getting up and quickly looking for his shirt.

Your heart stopped.

“Shit… it’s my dad.”

You were the one who opened the door. Johnny was there, his eyes bloodshot with tension. He looked angry… but unprepared for what he saw. First, he looked at you, then at Wolf behind you, with his disheveled hair and open shirt.

“What the hell...?”

“Dad, wait...” you tried to explain, but it was useless.

Johnny stormed past you. He shoved Wolf by the shoulder.

“You? With my daughter? Are you a freak or what?”

“No…” Wolf tried to say, firm but not raising his voice.

“Shut the fuck up!”

They pushed each other. There was a hit. Then another. You tried to separate them, shouting their names, but it was useless.

Until you stepped between them, pushing your father away with force.

“Enough, both of you! Enough!”

Johnny froze, breathing with rage. Then he looked at you, hurt.

“Is this what you’re doing? This is how you pay me back after everything?”

“I don’t owe you anything!” you shouted back, your voice breaking. “You yelled at me, you kicked me out like I was a burden!”

The silence weighed heavily.

Wolf lowered his gaze.

“I better go,” he said, heading toward the door. But before leaving, he stopped. He didn’t look at either of you. He just said:

“It was a mistake. I don’t want her. It was just a way to pass the time.”

The words cut through you like a slow knife. You looked at him, eyes wide, breath stolen. He couldn’t have said that. Not after the way he’d touched you, how he’d whispered your name like it hurt.

“Wolf…” you whispered, taking a step toward him.

But he didn’t look at you.

And he left.

Your father didn’t say anything else. He just stood there, maybe as shocked as you by the coldness of his words.

And you… you collapsed onto the bed, not knowing whether to cry for your ex, for your father… or for the man who had just broken your heart with a single lie.

The morning after was thick fog. Not so much in the weather, but in your chest.

You had woken up alone. The bed still had his warmth, but he was gone. You didn’t know if it was out of shame, anger, or fear. But there was no note. No message. Nothing.

Just the echo of what he had said the night before when Johnny found you.

You tried to forget it, bury yourself in the activities of the tournament, in the tension of the semifinal, but everything felt like cement. You could barely see your father, who remained tense, embarrassed, confused. And Wolf… he didn’t come near. Not that day.

Until the end.

He found you in the hotel hallway, after dinner, when everyone was starting to pack up to go back.

“Wait,” he said, touching your arm.

You stopped. But you didn’t look at him.

“I want to apologize… for what I said last night. It wasn’t true. You know that, right?”

You took a deep breath. The knot in your throat felt like a stone.

“No, I don’t know.”

“I said it because Johnny was there. Because I felt… cornered. But every word was a lie. What happened between us… wasn’t a mistake. Not for me.”

You looked at him. His eyes were sincere. Regretful.

But it hurt.

“It’s not enough.”

You walked away. Slowly but firmly. Not because you didn’t want him. But because, for the first time in a long time… you were choosing yourself.

He didn’t follow you.

Barcelona stayed behind with that open wound.

You went home trying to pick up the pieces of yourself. You distanced yourself from karate, from Johnny, from anything that reminded you of that place, that moment… him.

But there was something you couldn’t ignore. A life that had started to grow inside you, claiming its place, reminding you every day that this story wasn’t over.

When the test came back positive, you cried.

You didn’t know if it was fear or hope, but you knew one thing for sure: you weren’t going to hide it. Johnny was the first to know. Then Miguel. Then Robby... Robby found out by accident when he came across an ultrasound.

“Whose is it?” he asked, a mix of surprise and a little protective anger.

“Mine,” you answered softly. “Well… mine and someone else’s.”

You didn’t say his name. You couldn’t. Not yet.

But everyone suspected. The silence grew heavier every time Iron Dragons dojo was mentioned. Wolf.

You had told yourself it didn’t matter. That you could raise your baby without his presence. That chapter was closed. But in reality, it was still burning like a page half-burned.

The tournament returned to the Valley. This time with more teams, more press, more tension. You followed it all from afar… until the day the phone rang.

“Robby got hurt during the match. He’s in the infirmary,” Tory’s voice trembled. “He’s asking for you.”

And without thinking, you ran to the tournament venue.

Arriving at the venue was like crashing into a wall of memories.

The tournament logo. The stands full. The cheers. The sound of feet hitting the tatami mats.

You were more swollen than you expected. Your round belly was noticeable even under the gray hoodie you had thrown on in a hurry. You didn’t care. You just wanted to see Robby.

You walked quickly down the hallway that led to the infirmary, dodging coaches, students, and organizers.

You didn’t know he was there.

You didn’t know that Wolf had decided to stay at the tournament, accepting one last invitation as the head coach of Iron Dragons, because deep down... he was hoping to see you again.

And he did.

From the other end of the hallway, he saw you.

Your silhouette. Your hair. Your quick step. The way you held your hands over your belly protectively.

It hit him like a punch to the soul.

His chest tightened. His legs moved without thinking.

“Wait!” he called urgently.

You stopped. You closed your eyes for a second. The sound of his voice was like opening an old wound that hadn’t healed yet.

You slowly turned around, knowing what was coming.

When your eyes met, everything went silent. The matches, the stands, the judges didn’t matter. It was just the two of you. You. Him. And the truth between you.

His eyes dropped to your belly. The shock was obvious. The disbelief. The emotion. The fear. It all crossed his face like a storm. He took a step toward you. Then another.

You took a step back.

“No,” you whispered, almost pleading. “Not now.”

But he didn’t listen. He gently took your wrist before you could escape.

“Come with me. Please,” he said with a broken voice, leading you into an empty locker room.

The door closed behind you.

“Is it mine?” he asked bluntly, his voice on the edge of breaking.

You took a moment to answer. You looked at him directly. There was pain, yes. But there was also fear in his eyes. And love. The same love you refused to admit you still felt for him.

“Yes,” you finally said. “It’s yours.”

He collapsed onto a bench, running his hands over his face.

“God…”

“You left that morning like I didn’t matter,” you whispered. “And then you said those things. In front of my dad. In front of me. Do you really think I can trust you again?”

“What I said was to protect you!” he snapped, raising his voice, but he held back when he saw your expression. “I didn’t defend myself well. I scared myself. I hate myself for that every day.”

He slowly stood up. Walked toward you.

“I don’t want to lose this. You. The baby. I’m here because I couldn’t get you out of my head. I’m not running from this. Not from you.”

Your breath trembled. You still didn’t know if you could forgive him. But your heart was pounding. Just like that day on the beach. Like it did with every stolen glance in Barcelona.

“I don’t know if I can… trust again,” you whispered.

“Then let me show you,” he said, taking your hands in both of his. “In front of your father. In front of everyone.”

The final arrived with all the weight of the past.

Johnny was furious. He hadn’t said a word, but his clenched jaw and movements said everything.

“Did you know she was my daughter?” he asked Wolf before the match.

“I found out later. But I loved her before I knew,” Wolf answered, firm.

“Then fight like someone worthy of her.”

And he did.

The fight was hard, clean, intense. Johnny didn’t hold back. But neither did Wolf. He didn’t use cheap shots. He didn’t provoke. He fought with respect, as if with every move he was telling you: you can trust me. I won’t fail you again.

When the fight ended, the crowd erupted. But you only looked at the two most important men in your life. And in their gazes, there was something more than rivalry. There was understanding.

After the tournament, life changed.

Johnny didn’t accept everything right away, but over time… he started to soften. Robby eventually recovered. And you… you gave birth to a little girl with intense eyes and a defiant expression just like her father’s.

Wolf was there. Every step of the way.

And that night, in the hospital room, while you held your baby in your arms, you looked at him.

“It’s still hard for me to trust,” you confessed.

He came closer, kissed your forehead, and said:

“Then I’ll stay as long as it takes… until one day, you have no doubts left.”

And you knew this time, it was real.

[thegameartist03]

after five years my brain decided to get me back into hlvrai by inventing a What If They Were Dead au.

warnings for the content ahead! this is a darker, grittier version of hlvrai with a lot of mentions of death, severe injuries, fatal disease, and body horror. this is also a real life version of hlvrai where the characters aren’t ai and they aren’t in a video game.

the general idea for this au is that on the day Gordon arrives at Black Mesa for the big test, every character in the main cast (except for Tommy and Darnold) through a series of unfortunate events ends up dying. then, the Resonance Cascade occurs, and the energy it releases removes the boundary between life and death and puts almost everyone and everything in the facility in a state of undeath. for some, this turns them into essentially zombies, for others, they become horrible fleshy monstrosities, but for the lucky few that are the Science Team, they’re brought back to life! mostly.

all that said, have a character lineup!

i have a longer post going into detail about what happens to each member of the Science Team, but the basics are this!

Benrey (who started out as a normal human) jumps early off one of Black Mesa’s very unsafe elevators and sticks the landing so badly that he straight up dies.

Coomer is one of many clones, and because of all the issues with cloning he had to have numerous cybernetic implants to keep him alive. his body started to reject these implants, including in his brain, which swelled up and led to his very sudden death.

Bubby is still a pyrokinetic test tube baby, and although he had a period of time where he was able to survive outside of the tube, his body has deteriorated so much that when he tries to escape Black Mesa at the end of his life his organs collapse on themselves and he dies.

Gordon Freeman is notoriously bad at getting to work on time as well as making sure the helmet of his HEV suit is secure, so when the Resonance Cascade begins with him at the epicenter, he trips, his helmet pops off, and he takes a beam of radiation to the face before getting thrown back by the explosion and cracking his skull on the wall. and, you guessed it, he dies!

off to a cheerful start, aren’t we? but don’t worry, they all get brought back! with varying and somewhat terrible consequences.

the Xen crystal used in the test opens unstable gateways to Xen, a dimension that is both lifeless and deathless, which releases shockwaves all over the facility and creates a variety of undead monstrosities that take the place of the aliens from the original series. this ‘Xenergy’ that changes people is also what, through pure coincidence, revives the Science Team in mostly alright condition. it has consequences though- each of them can regenerate whatever damage they take and are prevented from dying, but it resets their bodies to a state before they died and they have individual problems that get worse over time.

Gordon is the least affected and can take any amount of damage without experiencing a reset because he was at ground 0 and absorbed a ton of Xenergy. however, this excess Xenergy is constantly arcing out of him and creating anomalies (see: duplicating pigeons, survivors acting strange, etc). Gordon is in complete denial, does not realize he or any of the other Science Team members died, and thinks that every scientist or security guard they come across that doesn’t look like a practical effect in a horror movie is still alive and fine (a small number are, but they don’t stay that way for long).

Coomer was brought back to the state he was in briefly before he died, so the Xenergy is constantly resetting his body- and as a consequence, his mind- whenever it starts to degenerate again. it goes so far to alter time and space when he does something like jump down a pit without a rope. this causes the ‘glitches’ he experiences throughout the series. there’s a way he can reduce the resets, and that’s by killing clones! Coomer is able to steal compatible parts from his clones to replace his own failing organs to give himself more time, which also gives him more awareness about their situation.

Bubby can regenerate damage and thanks to the Xenergy, he’s in good enough shape to walk around for a little while, but over time that changes. the longer he’s out in the air and moving around, the more he begins to decay and get closer to the point where he’s basically a beached whale and his body collapses on itself. he can mitigate this problem by consuming a key ingredient from the test tube fluid he was kept in- soda! between soda breaks it does get harder and harder for him to walk, so he’s often either leaning on something trying to play off his discomfort so he doesn’t look weak or getting carried by Coomer.

Benrey’s got the worst of it. his ability to regenerate damage is really high, he can survive being riddled with bullets and taking a laser beam to the helmet, but the Xenergy doesn’t keep his body in a locked state. as time goes on, he goes from pale and sunken to outright decaying. think Jack Goodman from An American Werewolf in London! he can’t find any way to stop or reverse this, and he has to watch himself as his body slowly falls apart.

there’s also the Sweet Voice, which both Coomer and Benrey have. Sweet Voice occurs when there’s an excess of Xenergy in the body, especially after regenerating damage or being reset, which then takes on a color pattern based on the electricity in the nerves and is expelled. it corresponds to an actual color spectrum from Xen, which is why it can be translated.

Tommy hasn’t been mentioned yet as he isn’t among the dead, but then again, it’s been a long time since he could be classified as ‘alive’. Tommy is actually working at Black Mesa for a sort of internship; not to be a scientist, but to get practice at running the ‘family business’ as he likes to call it. Tommy, G-man, and Tommy’s dog Sunkist are psychopomps- they guide newly dead souls to the afterlife. Black Mesa was the perfect opportunity for Tommy to get field experience on his own, as the company had a very high death rate and asked very few questions. his dad was already doing business with the mysterious Longevity Department, so it only made sense that Tommy practice his job in the facility. what he doesn’t expect is for a seemingly harmless experiment he was set to oversee to go so horribly wrong it upsets the balance of life and death and kickstarts a global apocalypse. he’s stressed, he’s overwhelmed, but at the very least he’s got a few friends that kinda sorta made it. he has no idea how to solve an entire facility full of employees whose souls are now trapped here, he’s just an intern after all! so he makes his new job keeping an eye on the Science Team and trying to keep them sane and alive and not zombified as they attempt to escape Black Mesa.

i’ll probably have a couple posts sometime after this going into more detail about everything, but this is it for now! my motivation for this is probably gonna wither away like every other project i’ve started so i’m gonna post what i can while i can.

if you have any ideas or questions, feel free to ask!!

[scribescrawls]

Tarnma AU where Pharma wakes up in the past pre-Cybertronian Civil War right after he dies and still reeling from everything that happened decides he’s going to go kill Tarn before he becomes a problem. Pharma isn’t in the best mindset at the moment understandably and is kind of running on the fumes of a revenge fantasy. Meanwhile poor Damus is just going about his day when he gets knocked out and kidnapped. At first he thinks the Senate has finally come after him (this is before he got empurata’ed). However, this seems not to be the case as his kidnapper, a pretty jet who appears to be a medic according to markings on his wings, is going on about things he’d never done, ranting about things that don’t make sense, and talking about how Damus apparently ruined his life. Pharma doesn’t care about keeping the future stuff a secret cause he’s in the ‘I’m going to kill him anyway so it doesn’t matter if he knows’ mindset.

Meanwhile Damus is like ‘you’ve clearly got the wrong bot, I’ve never done any of that! I don’t even know you!’ But Pharma just goes ‘but you will and I’m not going to let you live to do it a second time.’ Pharma proceeding to monologue all the horrible creative torture methods he plans to put him through before killing him.

Damus is thinking ‘oh this bot is delusional for real’ and is both confused and terrified.

Except Pharma never gets to enact any of it because he has terrible luck and two armed bots break into the abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere that Pharma had taken them to. At first Damus has a small inkling of hope that someone miraculously realized he was kidnapped and is there to save him. Hope plummets into the ground when the two armed bots declare that they are from the Senate and they are here to capture him and take him to get empurata'ed.

The two bots give Pharma a confused look not expecting anyone else to be there, but they're like 'they said no witnesses so kill him too or we can take them both in and they can both go through empurata and we'll just say he was aiding a fugitive'. Pharma is like 'frag no. I'm not dying or having my hands stolen from me a second time!" A fight breaks out and Damus watches Pharma pull out an honest to Primus chainsaw from his arm. It’s kind of sexy and scary at the same time.

Pharma got some mods put into his arm because even if he was going after a version of Tarn who had not become Tarn yet he wasn’t going to take any chances. He’d rather be well armed and over prepared than lacking weaponry when he needs it. He also remembers some of the schematics from his time on Luna 1 and look the chainsaw was kind of useful. Anyway although he was never the best fighter in the Autobots there was probably at least some training he had to go through and all the other stuff that happened in the last timeline. He’s no wrecker, but you pick up a few things after four million years of war. Plus it seems like the Senate didn’t think Damus was too big of a physical threat so had not sent their best. Pharma is holding his own pretty well in the fight considering it’s a two versus one fight. Pharma manages to cut one guy in half killing him before being slammed into the wall by the other one. Pharma transforms one hand and uses one of the syringes that’s filled with a knockout serum to inject the other with it. However, it’s not an instantaneous effect so Pharma is still grappling with the assailant who’s got one of Pharma’s arms pinned to the wall and is trying to push Pharma’s own chainsaw arm toward Pharma’s head.

Pharma to Damus: A little help here would be nice!

Damus: What am I supposed to do?! You tied me to a chair!

Pharma: Use your voice and take this guy out!

Damus: My voice??

Pharma: Yes your voice! Your outlier ability! Kill him before he kills us!

Damus: I don't know how to do that! That's not how my ability works at all! I told you, you have the wrong bot!

Thankfully the drug he’d injected into the other seems to take effect as the bot’s hold grows looser as they try to blink away the dizziness that’s taking hold. Pharma uses the loosening grip to push his arm forward cutting off the assailant’s head.

Pharma is venting hard and taking in any injuries. Most seem to be superficial or minor things that he can repair on his own thankfully.

Pharma, complaining: Of course, I have to do everything around here as usual! Why did I think for one moment you'd be helpful!

Pharma thinking out loud: How did they even find us? We're in the middle of nowhere. Though they seemed surprised I was here so they were clearly tracking you down.

Damus, seeing Pharma appraoch him: What are you doing?

Pharma: Scanning you for any potential tracking devices. I was right you're bugged. It's inside your plating I'll have to surgically cut it out.

Damus: What?! You'll do no such thing!

Pharma: Relax I'm a professional. I'll even put on a dampener so it won't be painful not that you deserve it.

Relax?! How was Damus supposed to relax when the kidnapper who says he wants to kill him says he's going to perform surgery on him. Was he even a real medic?!

Pharma gets tired of Damus' squirming and injects him with something that essentially paralyzes him. Just because Pharma doesn’t like him doesn’t mean he’s going to be accused of subpar work.

Pharma, pulling out the tracking chip and destroying it before skillfully welding everything back good as new: Got it! You can stop crying now I'm already done.

Damus hadn’t noticed he had started crying, but could anyone blame him? He was having one of the worst days of his life. He didn’t even get to listen to the music record he just bought! Which shouldn’t be a priority at all but his life is in shambles and he can’t get the thought out of his head that things will never go back to normal now.

Damus watching with wide optics as Pharma approaches both dead bodies pulling out their brain modules after cutting them open and smashing both brains beyond repair.

Damus: What are you doing?

Pharma: Getting rid of the evidence. If the Senate sent them no doubt they have mnemosurgeons under their employ. Although a dead brain is much harder to extract memories from, it’s still possible to pull information from it if it’s intact. This will make it harder for them to determine what happened here and also hide my involvement.

Damus internally is freaking out cause this bot has obviously killed people before and is even being methodical about covering his tracks.

Pharma: We need to get out of here now.

Damus: I’m not going anywhere with you!

Pharma dryly: Oh would you rather stay here and have the Senate find you? I’m sure the empurata will be lovely.

Well no Damus didn’t want to stay here, but he also didn’t want to go with the delusional jet either.

Pharma: Look I’m not giving you a choice. If they capture you and a mnemosurgeon takes a look in your memory they’ll know I was involved. You’ll be safer from the Senate with me. I’m not going to let them kill you, only I’m allowed to do that.

Seeing as Damus is in no condition to walk since the drug Pharma injected him with still hasn't worn off yet and they can't stay here or the Senate will find them, Pharma lifts him into his arms and carries him princess style to the ship he had bought and hidden away. It's actually a lot easier since Damus is not a huge tank and is shorter and smaller than Pharma in this form.

Damus, internally: Kidnapping and death threats aside, it feels kind of nice to be held.

Damus pls that is not a normal reaction to being kidnapped lol

Pharma basically bought a ship, stocked it with any necessary supplies from food to medical equipment withdrew all his savings and planned to book it off Cybertron before the civil war kicks off. He has no intention of joining the Autobots again considering his bad experiences and he’s also not planning to join the Decepticons. He’s planning to fly off to a remote corner of the world away from the impending war where he can maybe do odd jobs as a medic here and there while doing personal research. He hadn’t planned to leave this early, but technically everything is all stocked and ready to go. There’s one extra passenger, but he has time to kill him later. It’ll be fine.

Except as time passes and Pharma has more time to cool down, Pharma is conflicted about going through with the torture/murder thing because hurting/scaring a bot who clearly remembers none of the stuff that happened isn’t giving him the revenge satisfaction he imagined in his head. He starts pulling the Dread Pirate Robert’s thing similar to the Princess Bride where as they travel together he keeps telling Damus ‘goodnight, I’ll most likely kill you in the morning’, but never does. Rinse and repeat for the next how many years lol.

I think Damus did try a few escape attempts early on and I like to think one of the times he runs into people sent by the Senate to kill him and almost died but gets saved by Pharma who’s kind of grown a bit fond of him and is scolding him for getting hurt/into trouble as he carefully repairs any injuries. And okay yes he’s technically a hostage/prisoner but also no one’s ever really cared about Damus nor shown him so much protectiveness and attention before and it’s a heady thing. He likes the feeling and he wants more of it. And it’s not like he’s really suffering much with Pharma truth be told. He’s never hungry and always has access to food, he has his own room and berth on the ship by now, and once he promises not to try to run off he has more freedom to wander the ship and planets they visit where Pharma sometimes works as a medic. As more time passes they’ve grown closer. They have movie nights and listen to music together sometimes. Damus helps out Pharma as an assistant with his job here and there. He sometimes does inventory or helps move things around either in the temporary clinics they set up on different planets or on the ship. When Pharma is busy with his personal research or working, Damus spends his free time practicing his singing or playing his slowly growing collection of musical instruments most of which were bought for him by Pharma. He also gets better at controlling his outlier ability. He does in fact learn to use his voice to expand the range of his abilities. It had become useful whenever they ran into any unsavory or hostile people and Damus liked being able to use it to protect Pharma the way the other had protected him. Damus isn’t sure if he believes Pharma about the being from the future thing, but sometimes Pharma did know things he really shouldn’t know.

And then Pharma having grown to care about Damus has an attack of conscience and drops the “you can leave now. The Senate has definitely fallen by now and you should be safe to go wherever you want. Though I implore you to heed my warning of avoiding joining either side of our planet’s war. There’s enough money saved up. You can take half of it and it should be enough to start a new and comfortable life somewhere else. But I won’t keep you here with me any longer.” Pharma’s internally like ‘it’s not right to keep him here when technically he hasn’t done anything wrong. I should give him his life back instead of dragging him around the outskirts of the universe with me.’

Meanwhile Damus is like: You abandon Damus? You abandon him like he is scrap? Jail! Jail for Pharma for a thousand years!

Anyway they have an argument. Pharma is like ‘isn’t this what you wanted? You’re no longer a prisoner/hostage you can finally be free to go where you want! Why are you making things more difficult than it needs to be?!’ Because the truth is that Pharma doesn’t want him to go, but the guilt is slowly getting to him.

Meanwhile, Damus is blindsided by Pharma’s sudden announcement. Things had been going well between them. In fact it was going great. He doesn’t understand why Pharma is suddenly pushing him away. Damus is in disbelief going ‘I’m the one making things difficult?!’

Pharma: Why do you even want to stay?

Damus probably drops the ‘I’m in love with you!’ bombshell and Pharma is like ‘you just think you love me but you’re just confused. Me holding you prisoner for so long has messed with your head. Once you leave and meet other people, you’ll realize that.”

Damus just scoffs and is like ‘let’s be honest, I stopped being your prisoner years ago. If I had really wanted to escape I’ve had hundreds of opportunities to do it. Pharma you’re so beautiful and smart. You know so much and you’re right a lot of the time, but when it comes to what I feel you’re wrong. And yes as rare as it is you are sometimes wrong my dear Doctor.’

Damus is like ‘As for why I want to stay? How is it not obvious? I’ve never been happier in my entire life than I have been being by your side! I’ve never felt like I belonged somewhere until then! I have met other people before I met you! And you know what, most of them sucked! You said I can go anywhere I want now, well I want to stay right here with you!’

Damus: If you’re worried I’ll do those things the past me or I suppose future version of me did to you, I won’t! I promise and swear on my spark I won’t!

Pharma: It’s not that. I know you’re different even if some things are also similar or the same. I just want you to have the freedom to choose the life you want

Damus: Okay then I’m free. And I choose to stay here with you. I love you.

Damus, now a bit unsure: Do you not feel the same way?

Pharma: I do. Feel the same way.

Damus, whose been dreaming about this day for Primus knows how long and never been great at waiting: Then stop being an idiot and kiss me already!

Pharma going ‘I’m not an idiot!’ but proceeds to grab Damus and kisses him. They spend the rest of the day smooching, become conjunxes, and live happily ever after.

[miodiodavinci]

local man discovers every single one of his hobbies requires the use of his currently injured wrist—tragedy unfolds in real time

[positronicdream]

I want to briefly defend Worf/Deanna. Yes it came out of nowhere at the end of the series, but I think getting lumped in with the truly horrible Seven/Chakotay ship has people overlooking its potential. Worf and Deanna have real similarities!

Deanna grew up half-Human on a Betazoid planet, with a very affectionate but embarrassing mother who could never really understand her. She's now in Starfleet where it's her non-Human half that sets her apart.

Worf grew up a Klingon on a Human planet, with very affectionate but embarrassing parents who could never really understand him. He's now thrust into Klingon politics a lot of the time and finds that his Federation upbringing sets him apart.

Worf is terrible at expressing his emotions. Deanna can just sense them. Worf is surprisingly funny and Deanna loves to laugh. They both have fabulous hair. I think it could work! Not with TNG's writers, but in theory it could have worked!

I feel like Tom/B'Elanna is a much better canon ship than most people give it credit for.

For one, Tom and B'Elanna are both very similar people in a lot of ways. They both have the reputation of being troublemakers who'll butt heads with anyone and everyone at the drop of a hat but actually work well in group settings so long as they feel their work is appreciated and properly valued. Both have a small group of friends that they're basically ride or die for. Both have chronic issues with their families that might not ever be fully resolved. Both have a deep interest in engineering and mechanical design.

So while in some of the other canon ships, what these people see in each other is a mystery, there's no mystery here. Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres would have a pretty intuitive understanding of what makes the other tick because they're both motivated by a lot of the same things.

The only real question is whether or not they're looking for the same thing in a relationship. This is one of the reasons I'm not particularly fond of Worf/Jadzia as a canon ship: while it's clear why there'd be the initial attraction there, it's also pretty clear that they're both looking for very different things. Worf wanted someone to come home to but Jadzia still wanted to have the exciting social life.

I don't think there's as stark a contrast in what Tom and B'Elanna are looking for in a relationship, though. Even though they might be looking for different things, I don't think they're necessarily incompatible things.

For two, I don't think the ship derails either character. It's not like with Jadzia/Worf, where while Jadzia almost entirely stopped getting episodes dedicated to her specifically after she got in a relationship with Worf. Once she was with Worf, all her episodes were basically just relationship drama episodes. B'Elanna still got episodes heavily focused on her after getting with Tom, like Barge of the Dead and Prophecy.

While this might not be as many as people would like, that's just a problem with Voyager as a whole. It's been a criticism for a long time that the only characters who get any real attention, especially later on, are Janeway, the Doctor, and Seven of Nine. The bug in the program was always the bug in the program basically, not a product of this specific ship.

I think it is debatable if the ship came out of nowhere or not. However, I don't think this is necessarily as egregious as some of the other canon ships. Worf/Deanna and Seven/Chakotay both came out of nowhere at the last minute. B'Elanna/Tom came in the middle of the show, so they had a lot of time to justify the ship.

Really, the big problem is just that: did they justify this ship? There was a lot of room there for them to do that. I feel like a lot of the trouble on this point is that the Voyager writers tended to be better at the swashbuckler elements of Star Trek than they were character writers, so a lot of the stuff they could have done with these characters just never got done.

The thing is that isn't a unique problem for the franchise; especially during the Berman era. As much as some people like Rom/Leeta, I don't think the DS9 writers really did a whole lot to show why they'd ever want to be together. At least it's pretty clear why B'Elanna and Tom would initially want to be together beyond just the writers decided to make it so.

Still, I think Tom/B'Elanna was one of the best canon ships the Berman era had. Most of the problems it had were a product of the Berman era writers being dogshit at writing romantic subplots rather than a problem with the ship itself. I think it'd probably be a more popular ship on Tumblr if it weren't a het ship.

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

In a perfect world they would have written a plotline where Dean becomes addicted to angel grace because it was the only thing that keeps the effects of the mark of cain at bay.

In a perfect world it would have been the perfect parallel to Sam's demon blood junkie arc

In a perfect world, Cas would have been Deans Ruby

IN A PERFECT WORLD THATS HOW THEY WOULDVE GOTTEN TOGTHER

[shrub-jay]

Dan and Danny as the angel and the devil that sit on Batman’s shoulders.

[numum]

very self indulgent doodle of an old fav 💜

[kedreeva]

What would happen if a chick had nothing to imprint on, not even hatchmates, or if it couldn't see anything? What would that chick act like?

I don't know, as that would be very cruel to do to a baby, so no one would or should do it.

[crabussy]

IS ANYONE ELSE FEELING KIND TODAY!!! IS ANYONE ELSE FEELING GENEROUS TOWARDS OTHER PEOPLE!!! IS ANYBODY ELSE BEING KIND AND TRYING TO UNDERSTAND EVEN WHEN ITS HARD!!! IS ANYONE ELSE ASSUMING THE BEST OF OTHERS INTENTIONS AND RESPONDING IN KIND!!!! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[a-menaceinpink]

read the green bone saga this week and i’m just saying. if you want an in-depth political fantasy mafia thriller (yes all of those words apply) set in a post colonial nation that is navigating an unsure global political position and the potential exploitation of its culturally significant resource that simultaneously explores the bonds between family and how they can take different shapes in the wake of loss and love and life, with brilliantly developed, fleshed out characters and realistic pacing (both in world and in the actual delivery of the story). i HIGHLY recommend.

[finefett]

howling at shockwave's extremely disappointed stepfather energy

[blehhmm]

*watching the summer I turned pretty*

Damian (obviously very frustrated about everything): I SWEAR I'M GONNA BEAT THEM WITH A STICK

Jason *walking by*: That's so the biologist of you