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oh-no-its-bird · 21 hours ago

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Ok so, bringing this back actually (shout out to @rosyhatake for making me remember this exists w their comments just now)

Ok but no bc now I'm thinking about Tobirama struggling to figure out what the FUCK kinda relationship he's supposed to have with Minato and Kushina as Kakashi.

He goes to dinner with them and Kushina goes, "I told you to call me Kushina-neechan, didn't I? ;)" @ him, which she's been trying to tease him into calling her for YEARS— only Tobirama goes ahead and calls her neechan and suddenly the entire table just. Falls silent.

Kushina starts to tear up a little and Tobirama scrambles to figure out what the fuck he did wrong, bc she literally told him to call her that???? Should he have not have???? Was it a trap??????????

(In the background, Minato is wilting like an overwatered plant bc Tobirama has been calling him Hokage-sama all dinner)

Umm Butsama just kind of being an asshole and Tobirama getting to experience the joy of a good family in Kushina and Minato. He misses Hashirama but he's also getting to learn what it's like to have a big sister (and whatever Minato is)

Minato giving Tobirama silly fluffy missions is also extra fun bc like. Kakashi probably wouldn't have been fooled by these so called "important duties", but Tobirama would be even more unimpressed bc he doesn't fucking know Minato. There's none of the respect and dependence and history there between them. There isnt even the basic "you are my Hokage" loyalty there bc Tobirama is new to the idea of a Hokage ad a whole

So while Kakashi may have been dumped with a mission of taking care of a litter of puppies and went ",,,,this is fucking stupid but it's what my Hokage commands. I guess."

Tohirama is dumped with a mission of taking care of a litter of puppies and just. Gives Minato a disbelieveing, judgmental stare. Is this seriously what he does in his free time...? Chichuie would lose his mind if Tobirama ditched training to take care of a litter of puppies while on the clock

Thinking also. The summoning contracts being linked to their souls, and both Kakashi and Tobirama having their contracts at this point.

Tobirama tries to summon his snow leopards and they arrive confused and angry, bc a) who is this brat, who smells so strongly of Hatake dogs, and b) Tobirama's been dead for decades, so they ain't buying his story that easy

Meanwhile Kakashi tries to summon Pakkun, but he hasn't been born yet— so he gets dumped into the wolves summoning realm. Oops!! Idk where that'd go specifically, but like kid Kakashi in Tobirama's body getting a big ass wolf summon on loan maybe?

What if he finds Sakumo's old wolf summon when young,,, ooo that could be fun,, they wouldn't remember Kakashi, and also probably wouldn't know Tobirama— but let's go with half Hatake Tobirama here, so they smell Hatake on Kakashi and kinda pick him up by the scruff bc of it.

Oooo on that note actually: Kakashi being able to learn ab the Hatake clan while they're still strong and prevelant (which also kinds contrasts Tobirama learning ab the Uchiha which is fun)

To those who know ah my Hatake ocs, including the timeline I usually work off of, Tobirama is actually directly related to Kakashi— which also maybe plays into why this body switch happened to begin with —Tobirama's mother was the twins sister of Kakashi's grandmother, Hatake Haruka

So like. Kakashi getting to meet his grandmother for the first time ever— who also already knows and has a relationship with Tobirama, which adds even more drama bc Kakashi is tripping over his feet trying to play it cool as he "introduces" himself to his grandmother.

And Haruka is looking at him like ??? What the fuck got into her nephew ??? Did u eat something weird Tobirama? Are you sick? Should she be worried?

But just. Kakashi learning about his clan and getting to meet and interact with members he never even knew existed. Could be cute

I have a couple more vague thoughts (rin being around / izuna interactions / kakashi and his doomed quest to save uchihs lives / someone mentioned obito ghost marriage which could be interesting / just in general the thought of Tobirama trying to piece together who tf Obito was, to give his eye to a non Uchiha / etc.)

But I'll leave it here for now

Body swap through time Kakashi and Tobirama at like, ages 12/13ish

Kakashi wakes up as Senju Tobirama at the height of the Uchiha/Senju conflicts

Tobirama wakes up as Kakashi in the lead up to the Kyuubi incident

They're actually alarmingly similar in skill level and personality, so they're able to get away with the switch on a surface level, even to those who know them well. But problems very quickly arise when it comes to fighting or anything that requires knowledge of history

""Tobirama"" taking to the field with a totally different skill set and jutsus than he's ever used before (Izuna is taken so off guard, it gets bad, fast)

""Kakashi"" suddenly does not seem to respond to any ANBU signals or codes, and where as before he was a shoe in for becoming an ANBU captain he suddenly seems to be fucking up at every other opportunity. You'd think the guy WANTS to lose his job with how suddenly awful at it he is, but he's Kakashi. There is no world where that kid fucks anything up on purpose

They're both definatley in a "holy shit I can NOT tell anyone ab this" position— Kakashi would probably be fr killed as an imposter, and while Tobirama would probably be ok (especially since Minato would be in charge of his detainment n stuff) he doesn't know that?? As far as he's aware, he is in enemy territory and will act accordingly.

Kakashi doesn't know how tf to interact with Tajima or Hashirama, but especially Tajima. He probably uses the wrong forms of address for people bc Tobirama uses more old fashioned honorifics than Kakashi is used to (Anija/Chichuie vs Nii-san/Otou-san)

Kakashi refusing to kill Uchiha bc like, village loyalty fuck you. Also just in general he probably has feelings ab killing anyone with a sharingan on multiple levels. But not just not killing them but going out of his way to help— these aren't his Uchiha, yeah, but it definatley fucks him up to see ANY uchiha die when all his life Uchiha = konoha = his people

Oooo, Kakashi instinctivley channeling chakra through Tobirama's eye after a solid couple years of getting used to the sharingan, possibly accidentally doing,,, something there. Idk what tho but SOMETHING

Meanwhile Tobirama is in that stupid fucking village of his brothers (that he will not shut up about, especially at that specific age) and its???? Real??????? It worked?????????? Huh.

He's surrounded by Uchiha and can't find any Senju (Tsunade just left the village rip Tsunade) but if he investigates it looks like the Senju died out naturally? Impossible, it has to be some kind of Uchiha plot—!

Hes also struggling to come to terms with there being a STOLEN SHARINGAN IN HIS FUCKING EYE !!!!!!!! Made extra super fucked up by the difference in intense hatred and taboo of bloodline theft in modern/warring era (with it being even more taboo in the warring states, like THE ultimate evil to any shinobi)

Maybe he, as Kakashi, is supposed to go to like special Uchiha class where they teach him ab the Uchiha n stuff bc of the eye, and Tobirama is sitting there eating all this shit UP (enemy intel!!!) But also, like, lowkey brainwashed kid brought up to do nothing but kill this one specific group of people, literally being forced to at least pretend to embrace their culture. He's in such a unique position to learn from and about them, and it'll probably end with him being some kind of sympathetic.

It helps that in modern Konoha, where the Uchiha may be considered overly traditional/religious, that's actually just Tobirama's normal. So there's also this added layer of "being around the Uchiha feels the closest to home / least strange than being around literally anyone else" which just pisses him off even more tbh

I'm tempted to say that somehow Rin is still alive just so I can have that one specific Rin and Kakashi queerplatonic codependent relationship from my other post, and then Rin being the one to finally notice that Kakashi isn't Kakashi anymore

Both Tobirama and Kakashi kind of piecing together the life stories of each other, immersed in eachothers histories and paths without ever directly interacting even once. Constant wonderings ab what the other boy was like / might do here, and if they're really so similar that no one has noticed the switch and all those implications (bc on one hand, that's good!! But on the other hand uhh— has anyone at home noticed...? Bc if not, fucking ow??? But also like, probably for the best tbh.)

#birds fic talk #naruto #naruto au #senju tobirama #tobirama senju #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #tobirama #time travel #minato namikaze #namikaze minato #kushina uzumaki #uzumaki Kushina

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robinofgothamcity · 2 days ago

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“I can show you that not all men are like that.”

Character: Damian Wayne/Robin

Authors note: most likely not reviewed for spelling errors or mistakes lmfao, this is more of a blurb tbh. In the middle of writing this, I caused a gigantic spill all over my side table and onto my carpet so I was over it lmfao. I’m sorry that it isn’t longer :( I hope all of you have a safe and exciting new years! Let’s hope 2025 treats everyone with happiness and respect <3

Being Jon’s best friend and longtime partner, it was easy to tell when Jon was distracted and other times, it was very easy to get distracted with him. Today was one of those days where you and Jon were just being menaces to everyone that was around the two of you. You had known Jon since you entered the league under Dinah’s wing. From that point, you and him stuck to each other which made it seem like the two of you were more of siblings than friends and when Damian walked into the picture, you knew that you hit a certain nerve every time you were being particularly loud and obnoxious.

You walked into the lair hoping that Jon would be there, under the guise of seeing if he had down some of the work done that the two of you shared for a college class. The two of you went to a local college in Smallville and even though you were both getting different degrees, required classes had the two of you stuck in general English class together.

“Damian!” You said as you noticed his boots at the door, “my lovely friend who admits to hating me but secretly doesn’t!” You sang as you walked into the common area. You saw that him looking through his computer, half annoyed and angry.

“Where’s Jon, I need him,” you finally said. Damian pointed at the computer that showed that Jon was out on a mission to which he didn’t tell either of you, “that little fucking rat, are you kidding me?” You said rhetorically, “he didn’t tell he was out on a mission for an entire week! We were assigned as partners this week,” you added on.

Damian scoffed, “who do you think got assigned to Gotham until he returns?” You pushed him out of the way as you read that you were assigned to do patrols with Damian until Jon came back to help you patrol Smallville. You stomped on the ground like an angry toddler realizing you’d be out of your house all week, “I could cry, who assigned me here and why didn’t they think to tell me?” You asked. Damian giggled as you realized that Jon must’ve put you in his place until he came back.

“Well, I guess I have to hang around here all week,” you said in a huff, “gut I guess there’s one good thing about this, you’ll be stuck with me!” You added as you turned around to Damian and started giggling.

By that point, Bart and Cassie walked in as she ran over to you, “did you go on the date with that guy from your accounting class?” She asked as she practically dragged you to the couch, “yeah but it was a blow. The typical college guy as you can expect except this time, the moron decided it’d be a good idea to leave me the bill from dinner and not come back.”

Damian, Bart, and Jaime who had walked down the stairs a few moments before stared at you in shock.

“What? I never said that my love life was skyrocketing in success,” you said in annoyance. Damian put his hand up to pause you, “you’re meaning to tell me the guy left you with the bill and left without a goodbye?” You nodded in agreement, still confused as to what he was trying to insinuate, “and this normal?”

You thought for a moment, “well, the last two guys, one stood me up before I could go on the date and the other guy ghosted me at the restaurant so technically this is a first for me,” you recalled. The boys, who were now hanging their heads in disappointment couldn’t help but sigh, “listen, this conversation was between Cas and I. Why are all of you so interested now?” You asked, popping in a piece of candy Bart had left on the table.

Cassie rolled her eyes as she looked back at you, “Well, what about Jon’s friend? Weren’t the two of you just texting?” You rolled your eyes, “he’s a nice guy but definitely just a friend. I think I’m doomed and there’s no love in my future.”

Before anyone else could say anything, your communicators had went off indicating that you and Damian were now scheduled to patrol. You went over to Damian and jumped on his back, instantly getting a shout from the boy, “do you ever think she’ll realize that Damian likes her?” Bart asked Cassie. Cassie laughed dramatically, “not in a million years unless something or someone makes it click in her head.”

It wasn’t often that you and Damian patrolled together and the times that you did, Jon was usually came along. You didn’t hate Damian but you could tell that he wasn’t exactly your biggest fan. You wondered if this was because of your relationship with Jon or if you were just too loud and obnoxious for his liking. You knew Damian barely tolerated Jon at first but the two of you had known each other for years now and it definitely seemed like there was a dislike from Damian to you.

“So, you go any other unfortunate dates to share to the class?” Damian mocked. You rolled your eyes, not in the mood to deal with his obnoxious attitude, “well, not that I’d ever share that with you but yes I do. I have a case of bad luck in the romance department,” you admitted hoping that he’d get off your case.

Damian didn’t say a thing for a moment.

“Well, what’s the worse?” He asked. You thought a few minutes until you started laughing in embarrassment and slight annoyance, “well, I can see why you’d make fun of me for this but I think the worst date I ever went on was last year. I matched with a guy on this app and we went out to dinner only for the idiot to not realize that his girlfriend’s best friend worked at the restaurant. In my defense, I clearly didn’t realize that he was cheating on her with me so you can imagine the look I had on my face when the girl smacked him and proceeded to berate him in front of the entire restaurant.”

Damian stared at you in shock, not really knowing what to say.

“I thankfully got off lucky when I told her that I didn’t know he was cheating but it was still embarrassing nonetheless,” you continued. Damian looked into the alley, hoping that no one heard what he was about to say. Damian sighed knowing what he was about to say was coming out like word vomit, “well, I can show you that not all men are like that.”

You gave him a look of confusion.

“Listen, I know I haven’t been the nicest to you and you’re not that stupid to not realize it,” you flicked him in the forehead as he continued, “but I figured I’d rather be the one to show you that some men are actually good out there.”

“Wait, this isn’t you pitying me, is it? Because if it is, I’m going to kick you ass,” you said taking out your baton and swinging it in the air. Damian lowered the baton and gave you a sincere look, “I’m not kidding. Tomorrow after patrol, we can switch shift with Tim and Steph and I’ll take you out.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

“If you end up backing out last minute, Batman is going to be down a son.”

Damian flicked you on the forehead as he assured you that this time, maybe you weren’t going to be so unlucky.

#dc #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc comics #damian wayne x you #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #robin imagine #robin x reader #dc robin #comic fanfiction #comics imagine

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bwat5-blog · 1 day ago

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All I See Is Family: Arcane Oneshot

Non-Cannon Compliant: Jinx/Isha alive, one year after the war

The Kiramman home was alight with activity. Tobias was setting up his jukebox with all of Vi's favorite songs, while porters scurried to and fro, stacking the gifts Caitlyn had been hiding for weeks on the long table. Ekko stood on a high ladder, putting the finishing touches on the mural he had been secretly working on for weeks. Jinx and Isha were leaping about, streaming banners, ribbons, and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY VI!" signs on almost every available surface. Meanwhile, Caitlyn checked over the food, unable to stop herself from smiling at the scene.

"Violet is going to be so surprised!" she exclaimed, a little louder than she intended, blushing.

"You got that right, fancy-pants. We never had parties like this as kids, that's for sure. Hey, Isha! No, don't string banners on ladders with people on them!"

Jinx turned to her adopted daughter just in time to catch Isha in the act of something that could have ended badly for Ekko. Caitlyn laughed as Ekko scowled and continued his work. She walked over to the warm table keeping the food hot.

"Jinx, can you try this soup? Vi described it as a favorite from when you were kids, so I hope we got it right."

Jinx strode over and sampled some, looking downright pensive.

"It's perfect, Caitlyn," she said so sincerely that Caitlyn actually blushed in shock but nodded, smiling.

The preparations continued at a breakneck pace, as Vi would be done with physical therapy in less than an hour, and it was only a short walk back to the estate.

"Hey, fancy-pants, it's our first time here. Where's the restroom?" Jinx called.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "You can use mine. Hang a right from here, then three doors down. Just don't go snooping in Vi and my room."

"I wouldn't dare!" Jinx grinned and took off, making Caitlyn groan as Isha signed to her, "She's going to empty every drawer."

Caitlyn continued happily, picking up and getting everything just right when she realized it had been a while, and Jinx hadn’t returned.

"Please don't be rearranging our closet by smell or something," Caitlyn muttered as she stepped out quickly. But as she walked down the hall, she heard... crying?

She entered the bedroom and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking. "Jinx... is everything okay?" The only answer was a deep sob. She slowly pushed the door open.

Jinx was sitting with her knees to her chest, her head down, sobbing and curled up tight in a corner. Her eyes darted up to the large mirror.

"Jinx, what's wrong?" Caitlyn asked softly, walking over and kneeling down. But the younger woman pulled away slightly.

"I don't deserve to be here..." Jinx whispered so quietly that Caitlyn almost couldn’t hear through her broken crying.

"Why would you say that?" Caitlyn asked gently, reaching out and relieved when Jinx allowed her to place a hand on her knee.

"I know you haven’t forgotten what I did here... How could you? I’m a monster," Jinx cried, shame and pain bleeding into her ragged voice.

Caitlyn sighed, looking up at the mirror. It had once been a horrific reminder for her. After the events with Jinx, she hadn’t been able to shower alone for the longest time, and if the mirror fogged up too much, it could send her into a panic attack. But now she understood more. She knew how grief, anger, and pain could twist someone—especially someone as young as Jinx had been when Silco got his hooks into her. Caitlyn scooted slightly closer, rubbing small circles on Jinx's back.

"What you did… it hurt me. I’m not going to lie; pretending otherwise would just make things worse between us. But Jinx... It took me losing myself to my own grief, pain, and hate to realize how much pain you were in during those dark times. They were your decisions, it’s true, but my god, you were so young and had suffered so much. All for the crime of being vulnerable in a world where the powerful didn’t care like they should have. When you took me, it took time, separation, and healing for me to understand. Yes, you made those choices, but you were also manipulated by people who convinced you they could be trusted. They made you think I was going to take your sister away from you again. I can’t imagine how scary that must have been for you."

Jinx looked at her with wide, tear-filled eyes before lunging forward and hugging Caitlyn so tightly she could hardly breathe.

"Your mom, I—"

Caitlyn shook her head, holding her close. "You struck at a building, Jinx, not a person. And although I will always miss and love my mother, you attacked a place that had only ever caused you pain. It was a moment when you were drowning in grief as the third father figure in your life died. Regardless of what kind of man he was, I know that hurt you. But look at all you’ve done since. Raising Isha, saving me in the commune back then, fighting against Ambessa and Viktor… You’re a hero, Jinx. And you’re my little sister."

Jinx looked up at her in awe but with a small smile. "How can you be so nice?"

Caitlyn smirked, unable to suppress a chuckle. "Despite her crusty exterior, your sister is the most loving person in Runeterra. I think she’s rubbed off on me."

They both laughed and helped each other up. Caitlyn placed her hands supportively on Jinx’s slight shoulders and turned them both to face the mirror.

"Nothing to be afraid of anymore," Caitlyn said. "All I see here is family."

#arcane season 2 spoilers #arcane #vi arcane #jinx arcane #caitvi #jinx and isha #fanfiction #not cannon

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justhereforthecupcakes · 2 days ago

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I don’t believe Daniel went to Silver because he thought he was protecting Mr. Miyagi, but because he felt as if Silver was the only willing to help him.

Mr. Miyagi DID turn his back on Daniel. And it’s not like Daniel was keeping quiet. Daniel tried telling him, but he kept ignoring the situation.

It wasn’t until he saw with his own eyes what Silver, Kreese and Barnes were doing, that he finally realized the gravity of the situation that Daniel had been trying to relay to him this whole time.

That’s a scary reaction that’s carried over to the series and has become a very disturbing trend from characters towards Daniel — not listening… turning their backs on him… blaming him… then riding in at the very last minute.

Daniel only keeps quiet when it becomes clear they are not interested in hearing him or helping him. It’s not until he’s in dire straits do they finally get their head out their asses, but also have the fucking nerve to ask/say “Why didn’t he tell us? I’ve never seen him so defeated.”

Really, bitch?

But back to the main point.

What makes Silver so incredibly creepy and scary is that he specifically targeted Daniel.

*Daniel* was the motive — not the circumstances, him.

Johnny was being a bully, yes; but he wasn’t looking to destroy Daniel personally. He just wanted to feel powerful and get Ali back. It was teenage insecurity (among many other things, yes I know)… and the fact that his attitude towards Daniel has continued well into adulthood is just plain immaturity. (This is whole other topic I could discuss at lengths, but there are treasure troves of posts that articulate this point much more eloquently and thoroughly than me.)

Chozen’s hate was motivated by wanting to prove something to his Uncle, the village, and ultimately himself. That was there long before Daniel. And, clearly, he grew out of this… and into a very very handsome man… where were we?

Barnes just wanted a pay out. It was never personal with Daniel.

Their motives were honestly not about Daniel, himself.

In Silver’s case… I mean holy shit!

Daniel himself is the actual focus, and it was on such a disturbing level… and this was someone who, not only was he a just a kid, he was someone Silver had never met!

Imagine someone you have NEVER in your life met, has such an intense hate and motivation to destroy you… over something so ridiculous.

I disagree that Terry’s intentions were ‘muddled,’ they are exactly what you would expect from a stalker and narcissist.

Ironically TKK3 got it right in portraying someone with a personality disorder hyped by a cocaine addiction in Terry (the manic energy, the unstable personality, the psychotic tendencies, the crazy laugh), and portraying a stalking victim in Daniel, even though it’s clear they weren’t aiming for that.

The internal conflict comes from lack of support. Daniel was living under daily threats of violence and attacks — at a level he’d never experienced. This boy was being terrorized and all of it was orchestrated by Terry, who then (under the guise of being helpful) manipulated him into handling those emotions in ways that were harmful — and as a teenager, he was not going to be able to see that or fight it.

What you’re seeing is a victim who felt powerless against his stalkers and the entire situation, the one person who shoulda been helping him had his head up his ass (he was not as ignorant as the fandom likes to pretend he was), and then his actual abuser comes along and manipulates him into feeling empowered again.

Finally after prolonged fear and terror, there’s a lifeline. This is the answer to his prayers. This is gonna solve the situation. He’s gonna be okay.

And then — to his utter horror — no, he’s not in control, he’s even more out of control. Not only is the problem not even close to being solved, he’s in even more danger than he realized and the source of that danger was someone he never suspected.

Terry Silver was a terrible lesson for a very young Daniel about how dangerous and manipulative people can be. And how insane their motivations can be — a high school karate tournament.

He came across a true predator who wanted to do unspeakable damage to him.

What’s worse is, after all these years, he still has this obsession.

It’s very evident with how he treats others versus Daniel. No matter how many other people get involved, he does not focus on them the way he does Daniel.

Look at Chozen — You could say Chozen “betrayed” Terry, since Daniel turned the tables and tricked him with the exact same ploy Silver used on him all those years ago… a hero/friend riding in to help… and it worked, Terry was set to be his friend and partner, until Chozen accidentally gave himself away.

For this alone, you could say he has reason to target Chozen… he very clearly was jealous towards Johnny… and yet, he continues to all but ignore them. He practically ignored Mr. Miyagi in KK3, when it was very clear Kreese’s hate was geared more towards ‘the old man’ than ‘the kid’. It was Terry that wanted to focus on Daniel.

What we saw in TKK3 was stalking, and every action/reaction we see in Daniel is exactly what you see in a victim of stalking/terrorism.

And Silver cops to that, he openly admits he “terrorized a teenager over a high school karate tournament.”

I feel like Terry does have regrets in that he lost the opportunity to have Daniel as a friend. Even if he doesn’t have a high opinion of him, some part of him understands that, of all the people he knows, Daniel is the one person who would have been a true friend to him... this man, who has no real friends… the one thing he’s always wanted, and could have had, but lost…

But, over the course of the series, you see him come to the realization that it wasn’t Daniel lying to himself, it was Terry… that he doesn’t feel sorry for what he’s done to Daniel, and never did… that he enjoyed it, and he will continue to do it for as long as he can… perhaps (this is just my speculation) he’s never felt more alive than when he’s stalking Daniel. HE felt powerful and free, that whole scene in the convenience store was pure projection and manipulation.

Terry is, at his core, an addict, and somewhere along the way he got addicted to Daniel.

SPOILERS BELOW

Based on the spoilers that Silver is dying… my theory: I think Silver wants Daniel to kill him. I think he’s trying to maneuver Daniel into killing him.

Based on TIG’s interview, he does recognize Daniel as a worthy adversary.

Not only will he die on the battlefield as a warrior like he was meant to (… yeah, okay), but he will succeed in finally making Daniel into something he never wanted to be — a killer... “You got that killer instinct!”… and he will cement that change he intended to make in Daniel and finally finish what he started all those years ago…

But he will fail. He will literally die trying, 😂.

I think Daniel will have him on his knees…. Honk his nose, and walk away. Because for a man with no forgiveness in heart, living is even worse punishment than dying. And because the roots are strong, so the tree will survive.

ok the reason i think silver is such a good villain isnt because of his cartoon-evil cheesiness or his character theme (although those certainly do contribute to it). the reason i think hes so good is what his presence means for daniel's character. throughout the tkk movies (and you can see it continue in ck) there's this really heavy importance put into the lessons that the students learn from their teachers. you see it with mr miyagi and daniel, you see it with kreese and johnny, you see it with sato and chozen. in the latter two cases, you can see the negative light of this, how a teacher with an inherently bad philosophy can carry over to how their student acts. kreese teaches johnny to be unforgiving and merciless so that's what johnny ends up being. sato is fueled by his anger at mr miyagi even years later and thus chozen is an all-around angry little dude that wants to kill daniel.

but in tkk3 you do not get a two-part villain dynamic like this! instead it's daniel who learns under a bad teacher and is taught all the wrong lessons from them. i think this theme is particularly hardlined by the fact that silver deliberately tries to separate daniel and mr miyagi so that he can become a presence in daniel's life. "there's no such thing as a bad student, only a bad teacher" is something that daniel hasnt experienced at all up until silver takes mr miyagi's place. and this sets up a really interesting internal conflict for daniel that you dont see in the previous movies. you have his inherent kindness + what he's learned from mr miyagi vs the conflicting things he's currently learning from silver. and it causes him to doubt/be frustrated with himself as he isolates himself more and more; he doesnt know whats right anymore, he's angry at himself for how he doesnt know, and thus a part of him doesn't trust himself to be around the people he cares about .

essentially: in tkk3, daniel isn't fighting against a fellow karate student that might have turned out different if they had a better/more forgiving teacher. barnes has always been like that™ from the beginning, even without silver hiring him. daniel's main battle in the movie is with himself, because he is the one that takes the role that was filled by chozen in tkk2 and johnny in tkk1 before that. and it's actually kinda heartbreaking to see bc, again, daniel is a really nice kid and he's unknowingly being manipulated into becoming someone he's not, and he has to struggle to find the person he is again through the midst of all of this .

i think from the beginning the entire reason silver wanted to train daniel wasn't just so that he could separate him from mr miyagi or cause daniel to hurt himself or even teach him to be more like him. it was mainly to construct the internal conflict that i talked about earlier. he knows that his and miyagi's philosophies are fundamentally incompatible and that daniel doesn't really want to hurt anyone. so when daniel takes enough of silver's training to heart to punch a dude in the nose, silver is ecstatic—not because daniel took out his rage on someone, but because of the meltdown that daniel has afterwards. it's why when daniel confronts him about it silver has no qualms about revealing that he's the one that hired barnes and that surprise daniel its been me thats been ruining your life all along. because that part of his plan is essentially done. he has already caused the big emotional damage and from there on out its only a matter of "beat the shit out of this child at the karate tournament". yeah his intentions are kinda weird and muddled (thank you to ck for clearing it up and saying he was high on cocaine the entire time) but you cant deny that his character does a LOT for daniel's arc in this movie .

also kinda unrelated but. love how daniel ends up following silver in the first place primarily bc he got manipulated into thinking "mr miyagi will get hurt if i don't do this/i'm not strong enough to defend him against barnes". it makes me feel feelings and emotions. like daniel just loves his karate dad so much he'll give up being his student if it means his stupid dream tree business can succeed. daniel my son /affectionate. im about to fall over and die

#daniel larusso #terry silver #tkk #nariyoshi miyagi #the karate kid #cobra kai #ck #chozen toguchi #mike barnes #johnny lawrence #mr. miyagi #tkk3

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Caracalla was, understandably, simply having a mental attack because the people were calling for their heads—but I like the little detail that Caracalla literally cannot think of one bad thing his brother did to him other than “trying to strangle him in the womb” lol. Which implies that Geta was that good of a brother to him.

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bonus because I think there’s way more to it than just being Ha Ha Funny Gag to Lighten Tension and because I have a hyperanalyzation for hyperfixations problem:

TW: mentions of physical and emotional abuse, child abuse, bullying and murder

That or the darker undertone being that he cannot remember anything bad Geta did because of his memory loss from neurosyphilis (a disease that can cause memory loss). Which also implies that he probably doesn’t remember any of the crude specifics of the abuse they had to undergo in their childhood—only how it made him feel. Which is why, if you look really closely at his facial expressions during his episode, he hesitated only a little at the mention of that, but still didn’t falter entirely.

An even darker undertone being that he was experiencing so much of a specific kind of stress that his brain assumed it was being attacked by the same assailant that he had dealt with as a kid, Septimius Severus. So much so that it went into fight or flight. Caracalla was shouting “you lie!! You always lie!!” at his brother. From what we can tell with the little screentime we got of them, Geta has never shown to have any malicious intentions towards his brother, he had quite the opposite actually. He never lied to him. Like ever. But you know who probably DID lie to them constantly?

Their. Despicable. Sleazebag. Narcissistic. No show. Parents.

What if the neurosyphilis combined with the onslaught of the immense stress he was experiencing (so much so that it threw him into a fight response) made him believe Geta was Septimius? Think about it. Caracalla is under the full influence of an injured brain, and that same brain is being influenced by a hyper aggressive disease; neurosyphilis. What if he was so affected by the lies told to him in his childhood, that the minute he figures out something is a lie, or suspects of lying, it causes him to snap. Look at how he got with Acacius when he found out that his loyalty was basically a lie.

Lies cause him that much stress, they have to be connected with abuse. Look at him!! Lies are definitely his PTSD trigger.

Roping it back to Geta’s death. ,, Caracalla’s amnesia and panic response from his PTSD very well could have made him confuse Geta with their father. Though not all, it is not unheard of that survivors of immense physical abuse (in Caracalla’s case—being constantly punched and beaten up by a grown man when he was like?? 10??) attack someone close who they’ve confused with their abuser when an episode strikes. (keep in mind these are rarer cases but Caracalla is a rare and extreme case himself). It could be a huge possibility that Caracalla mistook Geta as their father and, he (understandably sick of Geta standing in between his father and taking those blows for him) decided to take his father head on and strike back—ultimately killing who his brain confused as Septimius. Another reason I believe this is because he literally reverted back to childlike tendencies and hid under the table when he felt this stress. Trembling, crying, whimpering, a very sore sight. It was as if he was taken back to the time where he felt this kind of fear before-- because that's literally what happened. I genuinely do not think Caracalla would ever kill Geta, his brother, his closest and only real friend. Even if he wasn’t in his right mind. Those two have lived through hell together, those trauma bonds are the strongest bonds Ive ever seen. They could fight, they could get real disgusting towards eachother, but I know nothing could break that sibling trauma bond, and I speak from experience. You could hate that man but he will always be your ride or die. Geta and Caracalla were TIGHT. He had to have confused him with his father during his PTSD episode. I highly doubt thats what the directors were going for but UHH idc lol that's what aus are for.

I want to know more about Septimius Severus. Was it just beating up his kids? I'm not undermining the grotesqueness of those actions, I want to know what else he did. It was clear he was a liar, it was clear he was a physically abusive "father” (he doesn't even deserve that title), but if it was so easy for him to hit his kids, than that opens up a whole new possibility of things he did. Like if it was so easy for him to punch a child, what else was easy for him? Did he refuse to feed them? Did he refuse to give them any gifts or luxuries? Is that why the twins are overindulgent to the point they suffer from it? Did he lock them out of the house to freeze in order to assert dominance? Did he publicly shame them as punishment? Did he shame them for the way they looked? How they were an embarrassment to the family name because of their appearance being too similar to the barbaric northern tribes they were conquering? Were plates thrown at them? Were they bullied by other children in their age group for having unloving parents? Did anyone worry for them? Did any bystander care? Did anyone ever intervene? Did they cower in fear of facing that same wrath that those children were forced to endure? What was the twins reaction to the death of their father? Were they overjoyed? Were they hollow? Were they, in a twist, mournful? Did they ever have real friends? Like friends that they didn't need to change themselves to feel accepted?

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To pivot off that last sentence (not really related to the main point at all but I NEED to say it),

I don’t think so on that last one. I think they had to change themselves entirely and put on this fake persona in fear of being disliked. They did everything to follow the Patrician crowd, everything that made their lives even worse. And I bet you they thought they were making friends.

Nah. They were making temporary fragile alliances. For every 10 “friends” they’d make, 1000 enemies would be formed. And I bet you further that the Patrician didn’t respect them at all. Those blue bloods know when there’s blood in the water and they know that the two changed and rewired themselves just for acceptance. In their eyes, Caracalla and Geta are weak emperors (unfortunately they are. Conquesting counts do not equal to strength in oneself); easily replaced. And if Macrinus was thinking it, you can count on the rest of them, too. Remember in that deleted scene where Caracalla forgot he killed his brother? EVERYBODY knew about the murder but him and NOBODY batted an eye. Either they were scared of Macrinus (which I doubt they even knew he was apart of said murder) or they DEAD AHH DID NOT CARE ABOUT GETA LIKE AT ALL. THEY DIDNT LOOK EVEN SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE BRO 😭🙏. It was the SENATORS. SENATORS. That looked shocked. They weren’t even going to say “ave Dondas” out of pure shock until Macrinus said it first to pressure them.

Enough of my prattling. In conclusion, Caracalla is so far off the deep end he literally thought his own brother was his father DURING the height of his episode let me be clear (which isnt really the biggest stretch to be dead honest—it’s caracalla bless him my poor baby), is pretty much permanently ruined and scarred because nobody is going to help him—no one cared enough, and he is never EVER going to live a normal happy life. Geta tried so, so very hard to give him that, but in the end, the two were born hated, born broken, and the world reminded them that until both of their untimely ends.

#ohhhh my gosh #these poor boys #there is so much caracalla and geta angst art in my files you have no idea #lowkey making a caracalla comic for an au I have AHAHA HELP #I promise Im drawing the twins Im just getting their style down #I need to draw them happier or I'll make myself sob #I plan on drawing Septimius' death too dont worry biddies Im cooking #gladiator ii #gladiator 2 #emperor geta #emperor caracalla #emperor geta headcanons #emperor caracalla headcanons #tactspeaks #tact gladiator tag

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Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Hashtag /definitely/ helped Bee do a bit of research for his lil presentation. I know I used the internet to figure out the framework lmao

It's funny when you look up "what defines a good person" the ai kinda gives you a little list with fraggin suggestions of praise to give a good person. Then if you look up "What defines a bad person", it gives you like, factors for it and a list for signs of a toxic relationship and a couple hotline links. Oddly wholesome from google ngl

Also can glimpse a bit of depresso expresso Star. Mah dude has dealt with so much scrap that having a bit of an "im so done with this" scrap attitude be lingering

Previous Chapter: Settling Into Circumstance

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Family Feud

Chapter 10: Bee's Good Guy Crash Course

Starscream had found himself upon the floor in the odd room the Malto’s put together. He wasn’t about to trust that questionable berth. Splayed out with his wings against the cool stone, where no hidden restraints could pop out at him, was preferable. He’d made sure to check.

Starscream had just spent the last groon or so picking apart every centihic of the place, in fact. No cameras in the posters, or that ugly lamp. Nothing amiss with the storage underneath the berth. The pillows as they’d been called still looked suspicious, but he hadn’t been able to prove how yet. The doorframe definitely harbored a means to seal him inside at their leisure, he just needed to make certain not to aggravate them to such a point. Prove that he could stay put voluntarily.

Starscream stared up at the fake little stars in thought. Could those possibly conceal turrets like those implemented by G.H.O.S.T.? They were rather small, but so were the humans, and their weaponry. He had tested one, and it seemed innocent enough, but that did not speak for all of them. The bots, nor the Malto’s, would trust leaving him alone in their little bunker without some insurance. They had to have some form of security. Even if it did only look like a ridiculous clubhouse for sparklings.

His wing twitched as he felt the distinct vibrations of pedsteps through the floor. That was far more trustworthy than his audials which seemed to be constantly glitchy as of late. But whose were they? As they rhythmically made their way towards him, he calculated the pace of the stride with the weight. It was Bumblebee.

“Why are you on the floor?” The bug gestured a servo to him with an air of judgment.

Starscream remained silent for a moment as he glanced over at the mech, “What do you want?”

Bumblebee’s optical lids and doors dropped in annoyance, then he straightened with a slight roll of his helm. “Weeell, we had our time to get situated. So now, I thought–since the kids are either occupied with school or going out to find new cave springs–I could get you started on your good guy training! As I’m sure the Terrans could tell you, I’m a great teacher. And I put together a lecture on the dos and don’t of not being a garbage person!”

“Lucky me.” Starscream said sarcastically with a toss of his servo which promptly flopped back down with a thunk. Did he really have to listen to this scout?

Bumblebee groaned and stepped closer to stand over the seeker with his servos on his hips. “So get up! I’m not rolling my whiteboard in here for you.”

Starscream glared at him before pushing himself onto his peds with his own little noise of complaint. Allowing himself to be commanded by this bug was insulting. Yet there seemed no avoiding it given the circumstances, and at least it was something to do.

“Thank you.” The bug stated flatly as he turned to lead the way toward whatever annoying presentation he had planned.

A crate was pulled out in front of the aptly named “whiteboard”, which the bug told Starscream to take his seat in. One side of the board was labeled “pillars of being a good person”; Empathy, Consideration, Accountability, Prudence, Temperance, Justice, Fortitude. The rest was split into two sections detailing the aforementioned “dos and don’ts” in green versus red marker.

Do: be kind, be patient, be understanding, be selfless, be compassionate, be respectful, be honest, be loyal, be helpful.

Don’t: be rude, be selfish, be aggressive, be greedy, be spiteful, be insensitive, plot against your friends, want world domination, steal, be controlling, hit people, ignore people, manipulate people.

Those seemed rather personal, ridiculous, and quite debatable.

Bumblebee had retrieved a stick to point with, and tapped it on the red side. “First, we’ll go over what you shouldn’t do. For instance, you were rather rude a minute ago–”

“How?”

“Wha–what do you mean how?? You were giving me all this sass for no reason, didn’t answer my first question, and acted like a disgruntled teenager!” The bug counted on his digits.

Starscream crossed his arms. “That’s an exaggeration. And what makes you believe you are even worth my respect?” Bumblebee looked just about ready to explode, but Starscream smirked with the thought that if the scout did decide to start a fight, he could point to the stupid little board that admonished hitting people.

“DUDE! I’m the bot that was trusted to watch over you! Do you know how much I did in the war? I definitely kicked your tailpipe more than once!” The scout pointed the stick at starscream angrily before slumping backwards dramatically. “Ugh…just- regardless, being respectful to people isn’t something you should think they need to earn.”

Starscream laughed, “That’s cute. So you say that you really did just throw the Prime on your pedestal out of nothing but sheer reverence? He did nothing to prove his position worth your confidence?”

“No! Optimus is an awesome leader, and ticks literally every box on the Do list! He’s done thousands of things to express why he’s a Prime–”

“What about Megatron?”

“He–...Megatron proved his conviction to us when he changed sides, and continues to prove it.” The bug had begun to avert his gaze. “He’s changed for the sake of our people. Optimus believes in him, so I do too. You still have a way to go to get to that point.”

“Ah, so all I have to do is betray everything I’ve stood by for practically my entire functioning, and destroy the Allspark–for you to think me worthy of your respect? Hah! Does that not go against your standard of loyalty? Megatron didn’t do scrap for our people. And that Prime is hardly a saint.”

Bumblebee ex-vented as he rubbed his optics. “…Let's just move on. Trust is the thing that needs to be earned. Shown by actions. Like not being a power hungry crazy person, or plotting world domination, or betraying your friends for your own selfish goals–” The bug abruptly stopped with a cringed expression before continuing– “Uh, yeah, so you should work on y’know, thinking about others and stuff.”

Starscream suddenly noticed his optics glitch and he shook his helm. Right. That was why the bug hesitated. Was Bumblebee actually afraid of him, after all that talk? He should be. A dozen morbid thoughts flashed through Starscream’s processor. The bug had some nerve acting as if he were so perfect.

The lightning flickered through his wings in a subtle warning, “Oh yes. Think about others, hm? What do you think I’ve been trying to do? Ah, right. I am the power crazy lunatic who wants to rule the world, purely for my own pleasure.” Starscream growled dangerously as he put a servo to his chassis before tossing it aside. “Can you honestly blame me for finding myself the only trustworthy candidate for the role? Or aspiring for something better than these pitiful state of affairs? Any friends I may have had, are dead, or betrayed me first. You know nothing, bug.”

Bumblebee scrutinized him with his optics as he actually seemed to be thinking about his next words. “Maybe not…” He tested the stick in his servos. “You’re not exactly the most easy to read mech, Starscream. But even if you really want to think you’re the hero somehow in that twisted processor of yours, we’re gonna have to get this stuff down.” He tapped the board, then added mockingly, “You came here with pure intentions of being redeemed, didn’t you?”

Starscream’s wing twitched, then he crossed his stabilizing servos and poised his posture. “Of course.”

“So how about you actually listen to your teacher for a second, ‘kay? Cool. Great.” The scout brought his stick to point at the first word in his list of pillars. “Empathy. The ability to relate to others on both an emotional and intellectual level. It’s like when you see someone get hurt, and you feel it too, and therefore–should be inclined to help them! It's all about that connection and understanding, that then leads us into Consideration. Which is being mindful of others’ feelings. You need to be empathetic towards someone who's in danger or struggling, and considerate of how your actions affect those around you. So, imagine I’m your partner on a mission, and I don't know, a building collapsed on me or something. You could either leave me there and run away to save your own plating, or pull me out of the rubble to safety. What do you do?”

Starscream’s processor blanked with an echo of static. There were too many variables that would need to be considered in that hypothetical. There wasn’t enough information. Even so, obviously he wouldn’t save an Autobot, that’d be foolish. Rescue the enemy on some naive basis of…empathy? A mech should be able to take care of themself. It would probably be the bug's own fault if he found himself in such a situation. Then who was Starscream to take his opportunity to prove himself capable of fixing his mistake? Saving useless mechs who can’t keep themselves online, would only lead to getting himself killed needlessly. Then how would that be helpful?

He could probably discern what response the scout wanted, but instead a different question escaped his intake. “Would you save a Decepticon in such a scenario?” The rampant hypocrisy amongst the bots irked him.

“Well–” Bumblebee shifted as he hesitated to confess the obvious answer– “Look, I’m not talking about war, I’m talking about just in general. It doesn’t have to be me that you envision, it could be basically anyone. That's supposed to be the point.”

“If it is merely anyone, then why should I care?”

The scout ran a servo down his faceplate, “Fine. What if it was uh…Skywarp?”

Skywarp’s mangled frame, caught crushed between splintered shards of a once mighty structure, shattered by the Autobots. Skywarp leaking energon with only their helm and a servo free from their predicament. Barely conscious as they called out for Thundercracker in the carnage, who they’d never see again. Skywarp, being painfully quiet for a rare moment in their functioning, before screaming at Starscream for not looking for their brother harder.

A clapping of servos faded in from a chaotic symphony of explosions and voices, into what they were. Bumblebee was trying to get his attention.

“Hey! Hey, where’d you go man? You good?” The scout was next to him and centihics away from prodding him with that stupid stick.

Starscream smacked it away and snapped, “I’m fine. Of course I got Skywarp out–a lot of thanks that got me!” His optics flashed red as the memory of Megatron’s fusion cannon sending him crumpled down against the wall, while Skywarp watched, glitched in his processor.

“Helping people isn’t about getting praised for it!” The bug snipped back as he grumpily retrieved his lost stick. “It’s about doing the right thing, and showing that you care about the people around you… You don’t regret helping them, right?” When Starscream couldn’t respond, Bumblebee continued. “...How about we go to the next topic?”

Starscream stared blankly. He didn’t care. He didn’t have a choice. This was stupid.

“Right…” The scout began awkwardly as he slowly raised his stick to point at the board again. “The next one is… Accountability. Taking responsibility for your actions. Which plays on the Consideration one, because as you consider others’ feelings, you can take yourself accountable when you hurt someone. Like how what you did hit Hashtag pretty hard, and you can take responsibility by acknowledging that. As well as y’know, try to make it up to her. Meg–uh…Oh Primus what’s a better example…? Let’s just focus on the point that to be a good person, you need to recognize when you mess up, and then do something constructive about it.”

Starscream was hardly listening. This whole thing was just a huge guilt trip. Set for the scout to shame him for what a horrible person he was.

The bug just kept talking.

“Prudence is the act of being reflective, and objective when you’re making decisions. The reflective bit ties with the Accountability one in that it’s about you being aware of the effects of your actions, and that requires looking back on them and deciding what could be improved. The objective part is about not letting your biases, or anger, affect your decisions. Whiiiich goes into Temperance, that means controlling your passion in a way that doesn’t allow yourself to lash out at others. Like how you were getting a bit feisty earlier and snapping at everyone’s favorite teacher!” Bumblebee straightened a bit before pointing the stick at Starscream in some feeble attempt at scolding him. “Not cool. But, I know that might have been a bit fast, so how about another hypothetical! Let’s say, you accidentally broke the kid’s speaker because you hated the music or something. What do you do when they find out, or even before?”

“Plant the evidence where it could incriminate someone else.” Starscream responded immediately without much thought.

The bug’s faceplate scrunched. “No…You’re–you’re supposed to take accountability. Tell them you did it, say you’re sorry, and either repair it or get them a new one.”

“Why put such a stain on your record–or risk them not accepting your peace offering–when you could simply frame someone else and let it be their problem? Openly admitting fault seldom gets you in anyone’s good graces.” Starscream rolled his optics at the absurdity.

“First, back to the empathy thing, you shouldn’t pawn your problems onto other people. If you are worried about the consequences, then you shouldn’t want to inflict it on someone else. Second, it’s again, not about getting on people’s good sides or praise or anything like that.”

“What is it then? Is it so you can congratulate yourself on how oh so virtuous you are for DoInG tHe RiGhT tHiNg, after they break your servo? It is either them or me. I do not apologize for being a bit selfish on the matter. Your morals are moronic.”

Bumblebee put his servos together and brought them to his faceplate, then pointed his digits down. “...What about breaking a speaker is some life or death situation?” He let his servos fall. “Dude. No one’s going to do that over a little mistake.”

Starscream stared at him with a raised optical ridge skeptically. That statement was extremely doubtful. Mistakes could be deadly, no matter how insignificant. Even if such a thing may not seem like it would warrant such a response, it never stopped Megatron when he was in a mood. The bug could say that now, but he could not promise that for anyone in the future. Even himself.

The bug got a rather odd expression at his silence. “No one here is ever going to do that. We talk things out. That is how we deal with things in this team. We practice the Temperance and Prudence rules! Keeping our anger in check to manage our decisions in non-violent ways! With the exception of a bit of rough-housing��They might still be mad, but they would appreciate honesty. Your way would just make things worse, not better. Especially if they found out anyway. No one can be perfect, but you still gotta put forth that effort.”

Starscream rested his faceplate on his propped servo with bored optics, “Sure.”

“I’m serious.” The bug put a servo on his hip, “As long as you try, that still counts for something. And we help each other. I’m still a bit guilty of having those occasional moments where I’ve made more reckless decisions. It happens.” He shrugged, “You really just have to make sure to avoid those big ones.”

Avoid the big ones? What scale were these bots weighing their decisions upon? How was Starscream supposed to know what was large or small in their optics? Instances that he felt could be disregarded after proper punishment, seemed to linger for them. Destroying that device in the hypothetical, was apparently a low level offense, but that hardly grazed the range of circumstance. He didn’t have vorns to navigate this place.

Starscream was glaring hard at basically nothing. This redemption angle of this ordeal was going to prove precarious… He didn’t understand why his way was wrong. It had always been how things worked, as far as he could remember. Perhaps… not with Skyfire, but he was different. They had been partners, equals. The power scales here were hardly clear.

The bug had been talking again.

“–guess fairness can be subjective sometimes. I’m sure you're thinking about some backhanded rebuttal already.” Bumblebee actually looked a bit disappointed when Starscream said nothing, and continued with his doors tipping downward. “...But the Justice pillar also ties in with our last one to wrap up today’s lesson, Fortitude. Which is the courage to stand up for what you believe in. To step in when you see something you know is wrong. Basically the complete opposite of the bystander effect! For instance, if you saw someone you care about being held accountable for something that wasn’t their fault–you’d come to their defense.”

Starscream thought of his trinemates again. “It is not so simple.”

“Well…for you, maybe not. But! If you keep these pillars in mind, and really try and implement them, it could get easier right? Practice?” Bumblebee’s vocalizer squeaked with his grin that was full of doubt. “Maybe?”

Starscream studied him for a moment. The bug had seemed to put in a significant amount of effort. As well as being perhaps a bit more self-aware than he thought, for a moment. The scout was certainly odd, but…he meant well. Something could be appreciated about that. Occasionally.

Then, Starscream stood from the crate and turned to make his way back to his sparkly little quarters. He was still tired, and the assault on his audials he’d just endured did nothing for the ache in his processor. There were decidedly far too many things to think about.

Bumblebee was silent for a moment before calling out to him, “Okay yeah, good talk! I’ll get back to you on the practice exercises, so we can take a break for now!”

Starscream put a servo up in acknowledgement before slipping into solitary. The idea of getting the last word was appealing, but he didn’t have the energy. Despite the fact that the small room wasn’t entirely comforting, it would at least be a reprieve from regulating every other mech around him every Primus damned nano-klik.

Starscream stood there in the middle of the room a moment, as his optics drifted to one particular poster. The seekers soaring into the skies, away from a burning city. He approached it. Stared it down with vacant optics and tense servos.

Then ripped apart every scrap of those wretched structures. Until only the sky and his seekers remained.

A foolish dream, really.

#starscream #earthspark starscream #bumblebee #earthspark bumblebee #transformers #tfe #star be a bit homesick #and wishing his trine wasn't so fragged #I really hope im doing bee well #bee rlly do be tryin #he actually liked the banter smh #fanfic #tf fanfic #bit of fanart too #tryna keep my sanity with at least just a small edit with the sillies

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whateverisbeautiful · 1 day ago

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What is something that you feel like the show didn't talk about or explain more on in TOWL and or TWD about Richonnes relationship or friendship?? I thought in TOWL Michonne would have asked what happened to Rick that left him injured on the bridge. Can u rank the TOWL episodes in your opinion about which one is the best and not as good? Can u also rank each episode 1-10 and give a reason why u gave it that number? Merry Christmas and I u have a wonderful new year 🥰🤩

Thank you! I hope it’s been a great holiday season for you as well. I think I’ll always remember 2024 as the Year of Richonne because we got to witness their beautiful return in TOWL and I got to revel in them all year with you all which I’ve really appreciated.

For the 1st question - I think in TWD it would’ve been impactful to have seen Richonne’s first discussion about Andre. They did subtly reference Andre once in season 8, but I think showing how that initial discussion about him went would just add even more insight into how Michonne and Rick connect, understand, and confide in each other. For TOWL, that would be interesting to have seen them share their side of what happened on the day Rick disappeared.

A TOWL episode ranking feels like the perfect thing to share on the last day of 2024. 😊 I wrote out my list from lowest to highest below. Happy New Year to everyone & thanks for reveling with me over here! 🥂💗:

TOWL Episode Ranking

#6: Episode 5 (7/10)

This one is in 6th place mainly because I felt the cuts to Jadis and Father Gabriel weren’t the most engaging and took up more time than it needed and I wasn’t really feeling the one-dimensional sibling trio. However, when it comes to the Richonne content in this episode, I absolutely loved their scenes together. 🤩 That souvenir shop scene and the lovely proposal were some of my favorite moments from the series.

#5: Episode 6 (7/10)

The Grimes family reunion was gold and so was the episode's opener. Plus, I liked the scene where Rick tells Michonne how much he missed her and when he shares he's mad about the time he missed seeing their kids growing up. There was just a few dialogue moments that I found forced or unnatural scattered throughout the ep. I didn’t mind how they handled the CRM stuff and wrapped up their plan tho. Some parts were a bit of a stretch, such as Pearl surviving that explosion, but overall I was fine with it. And seeing Rick and Michonne get their happy ending with their kids was everything. 🥹

#4: Episode 3 (8/10)

Episode 3 was a really good midpoint episode with a great memorable ending. For an episode where Rick and Michonne barely converse with each other, they did a great job of still having so much tension and impactful exchanges. This episode proved that all those two have to do is look at each other and it can communicate oh so much. Rick and Michonne having conflict and different approaches on how to save each other was interesting to see. Highlights from the episode were the scene when Michonne speaks to the portratist, Rick and Michonne's hot and heavy moment behind that boneless tree, and of course, Michonne yanking Rick out of a helicopter at the end. 🤭

#3: Episode 1 (8.5/10)

This was such a compelling premiere to me. Andy’s return as Rick Grimes in this episode was excellent as always and Okafor had such an impactful presence in just one short episode. I thought ep 1 did a great job of showing us the toll these years have taken on Rick and how the most resilient man could break and shut down the way he did. Rick finally deciding to stop fighting to get home strictly because he was willing to sacrifice himself to keep his family safe - the heartbreak and dejectedness Rick felt was palpable, especially in his final letter to Michonne. And I adore the dreams he had of Michonne in this episode. I’ll never forget how overjoyed I was hearing Rick say “5 pizzas and a wedding ring” the first time and realizing Richonne was going to reunite by the end of the episode. Iconic. 🙌🏽

#2: Episode 2 (9/10)

Man did they deliver with that Richonne reunion. 🔥 For that moment to be as highly anticipated as it was, it was going to be a tall order to successfully orchestrate Rick and Michonne’s first time seeing each other in years and they truly rose to the occasion and delivered something special. I loved seeing Danai reprise the role of Michonne and pick up where she left off from TWD, meeting one of my favorite additions to the TWD cast - Nat. Like Okafor, Nat made such a lasting impact in just one episode. It also makes a lot of sense why Danai got recognized for her performance in this episode because she knocked it out of the park with the emotion she infused into each scene. And then, Andy joined right with her once Richonne reunited. Another thing I love about ep 2 is that the Richonne reunion was already so well done but then they went and gave this episode an equally great Richonne scene between the CRM vehicles too. We were spoiled and I love that for us. 😇

#1: Episode 4 (10/10)

'What We' easily tops the list. Episode 4 is such a meaningful masterpiece to me and to so many. I’d list highlight moments from the ep but every scene is a highlight. Genuinely. 👏🏽 Just the other day I was thinking about the dialogue in this episode and started tearing up just thinking about it. What Danai crafted with this episode is so powerful and unforgettable. And Andy and Danai's performances were incredible. I love that this episode focused on just Rick and Michonne in one location, letting these actors and these characters shine.

There are so few things I’d give a 10 out of 10 to but this deserves it. I couldn’t ask for more. To watch two characters who love each other more than anyone has loved someone start the episode with more conflict than we’ve ever seen them have only to believably and powerfully reconcile by the end of the episode and bring each other back to life. Just wow. 😭❤️‍🔥

I’ve already said so much about Episode 4 but I can feel myself ready to type yet another novel about how exceptional this piece of television was. Before this gets even longer, I’ll just say that TOWL overall was already a big achievement for the franchise but Episode 4 is TOWL’s crowning jewel, and I’ll forever be in awe of how great and special that episode was in depicting the beauty of Richonne. 👑😌

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Killing Time Excerpts #6

McCoy and Spock discuss Kirk, and Kirk narrowly avoids becoming a redshirt.

Note: I had forgotten just how good this book is. I'm skipping over plot and fun scenes with other characters, including McCoy, Scotty, Chapel, and some OCs. Try to find and read the whole novel, whether a pdf of the rare first edition or the easier-to-find second edition with the Kirk/Spock vibes toned down.

But my mission here is to bring you the Kirk/Spock stuff, since I have the uncensored 1st ed.

Context: McCoy and Captain Spock have figured out they're living in an alternate universe, where people are suffering hallucinations or mental breakdowns as bits of their other selves "slip through." McCoy has seen glimpses of the other reality via voluntary mind scans of several crew members, and he's noticed a recurring figure...

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McCoy shrugged. "Maybe nothing," he said before the Vulcan could respond. "But once you take a look at those vid-scans, I think you'll understand why I'm a little . . . concerned about Kirk."

"Please explain," the Vulcan entreated, leaning forward curiously.

"I can't be sure, of course," the doctor replied hesitantly, "but Kirk does bear a remarkable resemblance to some of the images on that tape." He leaned back, biting his lip thoughtfully. "And I also found out that you ordered Kirk to report to Sickbay last night."

"He did not choose to do so," the Vulcan stated, not particularly surprised.

"Apparently not," McCoy confirmed. "But if you questioned him about it, he'd probably give you a lot of static about his ignoring an order being grounds for immediate discharge, and you wouldn't get much insight into the real problem." He paused. "But Kirk did come staggering into my office early this morning. And let me tell you, Captain, he looked like early death and plomik soup warmed over. At first, he wouldn't tell me what was wrong, wouldn't let anyone touch him— but then he started demanding lidacin."

"Lidacin?" Spock repeated quietly. "Why should he . . .?" But then the answer came. Once under the influence of the powerful tranquilizer, the human would not dream; certain electrical impulses to the brain would be deadened; the slippage would not be as severe to the conscious mind. Far from a cure, but nonetheless an effective placebo. He looked at McCoy.

"In answer to your question," the doctor replied, "I didn't give it to him. But when I asked him to get on the table, he started backing up as if I'd just told him I was an ax murderer. It took me and four orderlies to get him down, and a double dose of coenthal to calm him down long enough to run a full exam." He paused. "When I got through with the tests, I found out that this kid's got some serious problems no one discovered before." He shook his head, slipping into a moment of thought. "I'd love to see a vid-scan on him, though I suspect he'd rather walk on hot coals than submit to anything."

Spock felt himself tense. Again, McCoy's suspicions about Kirk confirmed his own. The ensign was somehow important. "Precisely what type of . . . problems did you discover, Doctor?" he asked at last, struggling to keep his voice neutral.

McCoy's expression slowly transformed to a worried frown. "First of all, he's been addicted to lidacin for quite a while—and not the stuff we use on the ship, either. Don't ask me where he's been getting it, but he's been injecting himself with a ninety percent solution for at least six months. Hell, Spock, it's no wonder he's been acting like a zombie half the time."

Spock remained quiet for a moment. "I presume you will begin treatment of the addiction."

McCoy nodded. "Sure, but it'll take time," he reminded the Vulcan. "The main cure is abstinence—and that's not going to be easy on him, either. And while I don't personally approve of anybody's drug addiction, I approve of those Orion stitches-and-needles rehab colonies even less—which is where he'd end up if anyone other than you or me found out about this. But now . . . "

"I see," the Vulcan said softly, feeling a deep personal regret that the young ensign's life was such an apparent turmoil. The human was different, compelling . . . and somehow connected in a critical way to both universes. The Vulcan lifted an eyebrow in silent consideration. Perhaps Kirk was even the key to whatever answer existed. . . .

"The only course of action I can suggest," McCoy continued, calling the Vulcan back to reality, "is that we try to keep this under wraps—especially from men like Donner. If Kirk wants out of the Fleet as much as he claims, then he might go out of his way to make it known that he is a drug addict—just to get that discharge."

The Vulcan glanced up. "Apparently not," he countered, "or he certainly could have availed himself of that opportunity while still at the Academy waiting for active posting." He shook his head. "No . . . Ensign Kirk has chosen to be here; and I do not believe it is entirely by accident."

McCoy considered that. "In other words, you think he may be calling your bluff—trying to see how much he can get away with?"

"I am not certain," Spock replied, "for I have never understood the human capacity to say one thing when another thing entirely is desired."

McCoy grinned. "Like Brer Rabbit and the briar patch."

A look of confusion took shape on angular Vulcan features. "Brer Rabbit?"

But McCoy only laughed. "Never mind, Spock," he muttered. He sobered then, forcing himself back to more immediate problems. "The main thing right now is to get started on a treatment program."

"Begin immediately, Doctor," Spock instructed. In the back of his own mind, he realized he was taking a severe chance with his own career—and possibly the safety of the ShiKahr—based on a feeling alone. But transferring Kirk now would serve no useful purpose. I'd make one hell of a lousy ensign, Spock. The phantom words returned, spoken as clearly as if the man had been standing directly in front of him.

McCoy nodded almost to himself, noticing the distant stare in his captain's eyes. "I dunno," the doctor murmured. "Maybe I'm just looking for an answer under any rock—but there's something about him . . . something worth salvaging."

"Precisely what injuries did you find?" the captain asked presently.

McCoy scoffed. "He's been through a lot, Spock—most of it during the time he spent in prison on Earth. Several broken bones; all healed now. Scar tissue on the left lung from bronchial pneumonia—not terribly surprising, considering his weakened condition and prison living conditions. Lots of bruises," he added, "and a few lacerations." His tone darkened. "All fresh, I might add. But the physical injuries are just the tip of that proverbial iceberg."

"The Talos Device," Spock remarked, tone bordering on contempt.

"The Talos Device," McCoy confirmed. "That damned thing was used pretty extensively on him—so it's no mystery why he won't submit to a vid-scan." He shook his head once again. "And it's no wonder he was trying to pry lidacin out of me. He probably has nightmares left over from the Talos Device that would make a Klingon concentration camp look like a sixth-grade prayer retreat by comparison." He paused. "I've prescribed benzaprine orally for him—and that should curb the effects of the withdrawal within a few days." But his eyes darkened with concern. "The only problem is that he's going to have to come down to Sickbay every night to get the pills. I don't dare trust him with a bottle of the stuff; it'd be like candy next to the stuff he's been pumping into himself. He'd overdose in a day's time."

"Leave the medication with me," Spock suggested. At the very least, it would be an excuse to question the ensign further—and under a more gentle pretense. "Also, it would be too conspicuous if he were seen going to Sickbay every evening; even a man with Donner's limited intelligence would not have difficulty deducing the reason."

McCoy seemed dubious, but nodded. "I'll drop it off in a couple hours," he replied, rising from the chair. "Anything else, Spock?"

The Vulcan thought for a moment. "Negative, Doctor," he replied at last.

"Well," McCoy concluded, moving to the door. "Since I've still got a few hours of correlation to do on this data, I'd better get back to my beads and rattles. . . ." For a moment, the doctor jolted internally. It seemed so natural . . . like a memory of a dream . . . Spock calling him a witch doctor . . . while someone else stood in the background suppressing a smile. He shivered, and wondered if he, too, was beginning to slip. Someone else. The third side of the triangle. Golden-haired, golden-eyed human. But before he could ponder it further, Spock rose to see him out.

The Vulcan studied the doctor. "I had always suspected that your medical practices were something less than scientific," he murmured, though he also felt an odd sense of deja vu connected with McCoy's peculiar statement. He wondered briefly if it was McCoy who had always been at his side—and though that image brought a certain truth, he recognized that it was not entirely accurate. The images whisper-walked through his mind. Blue and gold. Warmth and companionship. Stolen moments when the firm Vulcan mask did not have to fit so tightly.

Somewhere, he told himself, he would find that reality again . . . or create it.

[…]

It was late in the evening when the door buzzer sounded again, and though the Vulcan had long since abandoned the prospect of sleep, the grating tone was nonetheless annoying. He rose from the bed, only then realizing that he'd slipped into a state of light meditation while planning the details for the scheduled meeting with the Canusian ambassador. Reaching for the discarded uniform shirt, He glanced at the chronometer. Two A.M. But before he could even begin to pull the uniform into place, the buzzer sounded again, more insistent . . . and more annoying.

"Come!" he said sharply, surprised at the harsh tone of his voice.

The door opened to reveal Ensign Kirk standing in the hall, bright hazel eyes flitting nervously back and forth from the corridor to the interior of the dimly lit room. He did not speak as he stepped inside, doors closing with a whoosh behind him.

The Vulcan studied him for a moment, quickly detecting the embarrassment hiding behind an outward expression of defiance. For the briefest of moments, the Vulcan wondered what in all possible worlds had brought the human to his doorstep at this hour of the night; but slowly memory returned, and he remembered the pills McCoy had left with him a few hours earlier. Without preamble, he reached into the second drawer of the desk, retrieved the bottle of benzaprine, and dumped two capsules into the palm of his hand, feeling unaccountably nervous in the human's presence. He proffered the pills in Kirk's direction, but still the ensign did not look up.

"Guess McCoy told you about my little . . . problem," the human muttered as if to himself. "But since when are the captain's quarters considered a dispensary?" He was angry at having the knowledge discovered by anyone—and especially embarrassed that the Vulcan commander had obviously been informed. But he felt his hard resolve start to weaken. He glanced up, meeting the Vulcan's eyes. Somehow, shirtless, and with hair slightly dishelved, the Shi'Kahr's legendary captain appeared almost vulnerable in the dim lighting. . . almost reachable.

"The doctor informed me of your addiction to lidacin," the Vulcan confirmed presently. Kirk was such an enigma. He could never predict when the human would react with anger, when he would be embarrassed, when he would board himself up inside that stubborn wall and be completely unreadable. And the fact that he'd only met the ensign recently didn't aid the uncanny sensation of helplessness. "And in response to your second question," he continued, "I thought it would be better for all concerned if you came here rather than Sickbay." He paused, then took another risk. "You . . . obviously do not wish it publicly known that you are . . . experiencing difficulties, and I do not believe you sincerely wish to be transferred off this vessel." So, he thought to himself, this was poker. He felt his heart quicken just a little.

Kirk looked up, started to deny it, then abandoned the pose with a deep sigh as he flopped, uninvited, into a convenient chair. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked after the fact.

A Vulcan eyebrow climbed high as the captain sank into his own chair. Bluff called. He waited mutely.

"Why do you care?" Kirk asked at last, meeting the Vulcan's eyes.

And Spock felt himself weaken under the human's scrutiny. Spock glanced away from the intense hazel globes. But the stakes were too high to permit intimidation to interfere with logic. "I have . . . discussed your case with Doctor McCoy," he began, wondering where the statement would eventually lead, "and have come to the conclusion that you are somehow . . . a critical factor in the survival of this . . . universe." His throat was suddenly dry; gambling was a game best left to humans.

But Kirk laughed, startling him back to reality. "Now that's a heavy guilt trip, Captain," he said boldly. "I know the ShiKahr's received some strange orders, but telling me that I'm a critical factor is taking psychiatry a bit far, isn't it?"

The Vulcan shivered, glancing forlornly across the room to the discarded shirt. Yet he knew that no amount of clothing could cover his psychic nakedness; Kirk could strip him to the marrow with a single question."I can offer no logical explanation," he replied truthfully. "I can only state what I . . . feel . . . to be true." He forced himself to look up once more, demanded his eyes to remain locked with the human's. Somehow, he hadn't expected this. If he had been the intimidator before, it now seemed as if their positions were reversed; Kirk was questioning him. And yet . . . it felt right, normal, secure. He relented to intuition. "As I have informed you previously, there is a strong possibility that we shall not survive beyond this week. For the moment, it appears that we have, as you humans might call it, bought some time. Yet I shall not hesitate to point out to you—confidentially—that we are still not fully knowledgeable as to what we are facing nor how to . . . correct whatever damage has been done." He paused, wondering if he was making the correct decision. But holding back would accomplish nothing—and perhaps worse. He swallowed, wondered what the human was thinking, what thoughts were traveling through the quick mind. "At any rate," he continued presently, "we have been diverted to the Canusian system." He held the intense eyes. "And I have tentatively scheduled you into the landing party."

Kirk's eyes widened. "Why?" he asked simply.

The Vulcan hesitated, steepling his fingers in front of him, wishing the action would accomplish the serenity for which it was designed. "Your early Academy records indicated that you were quite adept at diplomacy, Ensign," he replied, choosing a formal approach. "And since several members of the crew are temporarily . . . disabled . . . I find it necessary to utilize your services."

Kirk stared at the Vulcan, a smile slowly coming to the handsome face. "Suppose I refuse?" he asked pointedly.

The eyebrow rose once more. "In that event," the Vulcan replied, "I would have no alternative other than to expedite your immediate discharge from the Fleet." He paused. Poker indeed. "You would be transported to the space-port on Canus Four and eventually to an Orion colony," he bluffed. He leaned forward then, resting his elbows on the desk. "The decision is yours, Jim."

Kirk rose from the chair, shaking his head in mild disbelief. He turned away from the Vulcan, and felt a flare of the old anger. But it quickly faded as respect for the commander chased it away. "And what makes you think I wouldn't jump at the chance?" he wondered.

"You are not a fool, Ensign," the Vulcan responded. "I believe you are . . ." He hesitated, warring with feelings which suddenly welled in on him. "I believe you are . . . as displaced in your present role as I perceive you to be," he stated finally. "And that you . . ." But it wasn't easy to say; a lifetime of discipline and logic fought for survival. ". . . that you will . . . find the strength within yourself to . . . aid in this matter."

Kirk shook his head once again, then turned to face the Vulcan, wondering if it was even possible to trust again. He started to speak, then closed his mouth with the words still suspended in his throat. Something stirred inside him. . . something ancient, yet something familiar. He took a deep breath. "All right," he conceded at last. And somehow, it didn't injure the fierce pride nor the stubborn ego as he'd half-expected it would. "For all the good it'll do, I'll go on the landing party."

The Vulcan nodded almost to himself. "Thank you," he murmured, recognizing the illogic in his words. Yet he also recognized the need for that simple reassurance. "At our present speed, we shall be entering Canusian orbit early in the morning. Please report to the transporter room at 0800 hours."

Kirk nodded, feeling suddenly awkward as he noticed the two capsules of benzaprine on the Vulcan's desk. He turned toward the door.

"Ensign?"

He stopped, but did not face the Vulcan.

"Do you . . .?" But his voice trailed into silence.

Kirk shook his head in silent negation of the unspoken question. "Tell Doc I flushed 'em down the john," he said quietly, and slipped into the corridor before the Vulcan could reply.

Once outside the captain's quarters, he leaned heavily against the bulkhead, eyes drifting shut. Someone else had made him say the things he'd said. Someone else had walked through his mind. Absently, he twisted the plain gold Academy ring on his left hand as he sank to the floor and began to tremble. Someone else . . . I believe you are as displaced in your current role as I perceive you to be.

He took a deep breath, running one hand down the smooth metal body of the ship. She . . . silver woman-goddess. It was time to change . . .

After a moment, he rose from the cool bulkhead, listening to the pleasant drone of the engines. Reality breathed . . . more easily now.

[…]

He reached into the closet, withdrawing a red, silk uniform tunic.

But Richardson quickly came over, snatched the red shirt away and tossed it across the room. "Here," he said, digging deeper into the closet until he found a blue shirt. "Live a little—and a little longer, Jim," he urged.

Kirk's brows questioned.

And Richardson shrugged. "Let's just say that on this ship—or probably any other—you don't want to wear a red shirt on landing-party duty."

Kirk shook his head with a laugh . . . and quickly pulled the blue shirt over his head.

* * * * *

The landing party, consisting of five members, beamed down to the computer-specified coordinates only to discover themselves in a swampy area. Large trees resembling Earth cypress grew in abundance, and steam-demons rose off warm puddles like ghostly fingers reaching for the silver-gray sky. On the distant horizon, thunder spoke ominously, and an occasional flash of black-fingered lightning ripped its way through clouds.

Captain Spock observed their surroundings with an expression bordering on exasperation, then turned to survey the landing party. McCoy and Kirk stood to one side; and Donner—an unfortunate last-minute replacement for Alvarez—and Ambassador Selon of Vulcan waited on the other side. And were it not for the logical portion of his mind, Spock might have thought himself in a nightmare. A damp, musky smell drifted to his nostrils, and already he could feel the seepage of stagnant water leaking into his boots. In an almost human gesture, the Vulcan sighed.

The nightmare became considerably more vivid, however, when he began to sense that the landing party was being quite closely watched; even Ambassador Selon, who had been attached to the ShiKahr for three years, seemed nervous.

Spock took a step forward. "Tricorder readings, Ensign Kirk?"

Kirk glanced at the hand-held device, following closely at the captain's side. "Some sort of interference, Captain," he reported. "When we first beamed down, I was detecting humanoid lifeforms within a quarter of a mile; but the readings just suddenly shot off the scale. Possible effect of the storm."

The Vulcan nodded, but before he could even begin to draw his phaser as a precautionary measure, he discovered himself in the midst of a rain of spears and arrows which appeared from everywhere and nowhere. He vaguely remembered giving the order to disperse, and was peripherally aware of Donner's voice barking orders into the communicator for emergency beam- up.

The last thing he saw before he felt something sharp slide into his back with remarkable force was the familiar twinkling effect of the transporter yanking McCoy and Ambassador Selon back to the safety of the ShiKahr. Apparently, transporter circuits were being affected by the storm as well, he thought disjointedly. He could only hope that Donner, Kirk and himself would be next, for he doubted either of the humans would survive should they be captured by the tribal, warlike Canusian primitives. The one thing which didn't make sense, however, the Vulcan realized, was that the savages couldn't have known when and where the landing party was to beam down . . . unless . . .

Instinctively, Spock reached for the phaser as he felt himself falling. If he could hold off the attack until the transporter technician could recalibrate the controls . . .

Through vision blurred with increasing pain, he could see the primitives closing in—only six of them, he realized—three with spears trained on Donner, three with crude weapons leveled on Kirk.

Without knowing precisely why, the Vulcan slid the phaser into the lethal mode, rolled to his side in a wave of agony, and took careful aim, sending three of the savages to join their ancestors in oblivion.

"Jim!" he yelled as he saw the determined expression on Kirk's face. He didn't see that the human had already drawn his own phaser with surprising speed. "Jim!" Another flash of lightning—phaser blast.

The spears started falling again, like lethal rain from the sky.

It was his last conscious memory.

McCoy shrugged. "Maybe nothing," he said before the Vulcan could respond. "But once you take a look at those vid-scans, I think you'll understand why I'm a little . . . concerned about Kirk."

"Please explain," the Vulcan entreated, leaning forward curiously.

"He did not choose to do so," the Vulcan stated, not particularly surprised.

Spock remained quiet for a moment. "I presume you will begin treatment of the addiction."

McCoy considered that. "In other words, you think he may be calling your bluff—trying to see how much he can get away with?"

"I am not certain," Spock replied, "for I have never understood the human capacity to say one thing when another thing entirely is desired."

McCoy grinned. "Like Brer Rabbit and the briar patch."

A look of confusion took shape on angular Vulcan features. "Brer Rabbit?"

But McCoy only laughed. "Never mind, Spock," he muttered. He sobered then, forcing himself back to more immediate problems. "The main thing right now is to get started on a treatment program."

"Precisely what injuries did you find?" the captain asked presently.

"The Talos Device," Spock remarked, tone bordering on contempt.

McCoy seemed dubious, but nodded. "I'll drop it off in a couple hours," he replied, rising from the chair. "Anything else, Spock?"

The Vulcan thought for a moment. "Negative, Doctor," he replied at last.

Somewhere, he told himself, he would find that reality again . . . or create it.

[…]

"Come!" he said sharply, surprised at the harsh tone of his voice.

Kirk looked up, started to deny it, then abandoned the pose with a deep sigh as he flopped, uninvited, into a convenient chair. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked after the fact.

A Vulcan eyebrow climbed high as the captain sank into his own chair. Bluff called. He waited mutely.

"Why do you care?" Kirk asked at last, meeting the Vulcan's eyes.

Kirk's eyes widened. "Why?" he asked simply.

Kirk stared at the Vulcan, a smile slowly coming to the handsome face. "Suppose I refuse?" he asked pointedly.

Kirk nodded, feeling suddenly awkward as he noticed the two capsules of benzaprine on the Vulcan's desk. He turned toward the door.

"Ensign?"

He stopped, but did not face the Vulcan.

"Do you . . .?" But his voice trailed into silence.

Kirk shook his head in silent negation of the unspoken question. "Tell Doc I flushed 'em down the john," he said quietly, and slipped into the corridor before the Vulcan could reply.

He took a deep breath, running one hand down the smooth metal body of the ship. She . . . silver woman-goddess. It was time to change . . .

After a moment, he rose from the cool bulkhead, listening to the pleasant drone of the engines. Reality breathed . . . more easily now.

[…]

He reached into the closet, withdrawing a red, silk uniform tunic.

Kirk's brows questioned.

And Richardson shrugged. "Let's just say that on this ship—or probably any other—you don't want to wear a red shirt on landing-party duty."

Kirk shook his head with a laugh . . . and quickly pulled the blue shirt over his head.

* * * * *

Spock took a step forward. "Tricorder readings, Ensign Kirk?"

Instinctively, Spock reached for the phaser as he felt himself falling. If he could hold off the attack until the transporter technician could recalibrate the controls . . .

Through vision blurred with increasing pain, he could see the primitives closing in—only six of them, he realized—three with spears trained on Donner, three with crude weapons leveled on Kirk.

The spears started falling again, like lethal rain from the sky.

It was his last conscious memory.

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Next time: Well, I reckon we were about due for Kirk and Spock rolling around on the sand fighting. Spock, you naughty Vulcan, you're supposed to establish a SAFEWORD first...

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Canary boy | Chapter 2

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“He's sleeping on your sofa?”

“Yes.”

“He stayed for the night?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God, Inés.”

“I know, Carla. I know” I sigh over the phone. “But what else should have I done? I don't know where he lives and I couldn't send him on his own. Like, the driver was super nice and wanted to help, but…“

“What was that noise?”

“Oh my God, Pedri!” I say, running towards the living room. “Pedri, are you ok?”

“I'm fine, I'm fine” he says from the floor.

“I'll call you later, Carla” I say, hanging up before she can say goodbye. “Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yeah… The blood in my hand is old, so I guess I didn't open my head in half.”

“You actually did that last night.”

“What?” he asks, looking up at me. How can he be hungover and still look handsome? It's not fair.

“You hit your head when you were getting out of the Uber. And you still have blood in your hand because you fell asleep before I could take care of it.”

“Shit” he says, slowly moving back to sit on the sofa and untangling his legs from the blanket. “I'm sorry, Inés.”

“What for?”

“All this. Whatever it is I did last night. I don't usually drink so much that I end up this drunk, but…”

“But drinking the amount of alcohol you drank in one go, can knock out anyone.”

“Yeah” he chuckles, the movement definitely hurting him. “May I ask for a glass of water?”

“Of course. One of the big ones?”

“If you have one…” he smiles. Though that also seems to hurt him.

“Here you go” I say when I'm back with his water.

“Thank you, Inés” he says, drinking it all in one go. Again.

“Are you hungry?” I ask him.

“I could eat a cow, to be honest” Pedri laughs.

“I'm afraid I don't have one, my apartment is too small to keep one of those. And the smell…”

“Yeah” he chuckles. “It's a nice apartment, tho. Very cosy.”

“You said the same last night.”

“Well, kids and drunks don't lie, do they?” he smirks, looking at me.

“Yeah” I reply with a nervous laugh, hoping he can't notice that I'm blushing. “I can't offer you a cow, but maybe an omelette will be ok? I've heard it helps with hangovers, and I don't have much else on my fridge right now.”

“An omelette will be fine. Thank you.”

“You're welcome” I smile. “And the bathroom is that door over there” I say, pointing behind me. “You probably want to refresh yourself a bit and check your wound. Or I can do it myself. The wound part, not the refreshing.” Oh my God, Inés. Shut up.

“I think I can manage” he says, slowly getting up from the sofa. “But I'll leave the door open just in case” he winks, instantly regretting doing it.

“Great, umm… that door” I say, trying to stay focused and not think too much about the way his wink has made me feel. Like, it was just a wink, and one he didn't even manage to properly do because he ended up closing both eyes. It should have not turned me on!

“Thank you, Inés” he replies before slowly walking away while I just watch him. Even the way he walks while being hungover is sexy. What the fuck?

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“Inés, I'm afraid I may have ruined one of your towels while washing my face” Pedri says as he walks into the kitchen.

“Oh, don't worry. It's… bloody hell” I gasp, the fork I had on my hand falling to the floor.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. Clumsy hands” I chuckle as I bend down to pick it, hiding my face as much as I can. Because I'm pretty sure that if he looked at it right now, he would be able to see how badly I'm blushing. And why, you may ask? Because he just walked into the kitchen while putting on his t-shirt, and I've gotten to see in person his chest, and his abs, and I just… I… Thoughts have been thought. “Your omelette is almost ready” I manage to say.

“Great. Do you want me to help you with anything?” he offers.

“No, don't worry. Sit down.”

“Ok" he says. "By the way, do you know where I left my phone? It isn't in my pocket and I didn't see it in the living room.”

“Oh, it's in my bag. You dropped it on the Uber when you decided to take a nap on my lap.”

“So that wasn't a dream, uh… Anyway, I just wanted to check on Mario. I think we left him with a friend of yours?”

“Yep, with Carla” I say, focusing on finishing his omelette. “Nothing happened between them if that's what you are wondering.”

“But they seemed to like each other, didn't they? I think I remember that.”

“They… they did, yes” I say, putting the plate with the omelette in front of him and giving him my back again. And why? Because I'm feeling as nervous as if I am being judged to get into MasterChef, but mainly because his hair is all wet, and so is part of his t-shirt, and he looks so… so… so freaking hot. “Do you want something to drink too? More water?”

“Please” he says. “And oh my God, Inés. This tastes like heaven.”

“It's just an omelette, Pedri” I chuckle.

“Best one I've ever tasted.”

“I think the hangover is talking for you.”

“Maybe… or maybe not” he smirks. “Thank you for taking care of me. I should have been the one taking care of you and accompanying you home, and then…”

“It's ok, don't worry” I smile.

“You can't tell anyone at uni about this, tho.”

“Will I be ruining your reputation?” I tease him. Wait, what? Who are you, woman?

“Oh, definitely” he laughs, the sound making the butterflies on my stomach come alive. I've made him laugh. Me. Inés. I've made Pedri laugh. Can you believe it? “Getting drunk after just one drink and then opening my head with a car's door? They would tease me with that until we graduate.”

“My lips are sealed, then” I say, touching them.

“Thank you” he says. And call me crazy, but I could swear he focused on them for longer than you normally would before starting to eat again. Though maybe it's because I have something on my face. Maybe I didn't clean myself properly after eating my breakfast, and I've had chocolate somewhere while we've been talking and oh my God! “This was so good, Inés.”

“You already finished it?”

“Yeah” he shrugs. Did he eat too fast or was I gone with my own thoughts for too long?

“But you still are hungry, aren't you? That probably counts as just a cow's ear.”

“I am, yes” he chuckles. “Do you know if anyone in your neighborhood makes churros?”

“What?”

“I'm in the mood for churros. Though maybe it is too late for them, isn't it?” he says, checking his watch.

“A bit, yes.”

“Then we could make them ourselves.”

“What?” I say again. He's going to start thinking I'm stupid. Or deaf. Or both.

“Yeah, it'll be fun. We just need some flour.”

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We just need some flour, Pedri had said. But the thing was, that I didn't have any at home or even a machine to make churros, so we had had to go out to one of those 24 hour open supermarkets and a bazaar to buy everything we would be needing. While we were at it, we also bought some chocolate that he swore was the best chocolate ever and that it would be perfect for the churros, some gummy bears he was in the mood for, and on our way home, what did he do when he saw a woman selling roses on the street? He bought me one.

Pedri bought me a freaking red rose.

He said it was his way of saying thank you for taking care of him, but because like I already said, I'm stupid and can't accept that he only likes me as a friend, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever.

“It is very easy. Look” Pedri says, letting a churro graciously lay on the oil. After making a bit of a mess in my kitchen, mainly because we spent most of our time making jokes and teasing the other, now it was time for the less fun part: frying the churros.

“It is easy for you. I've never done this before.”

“Inés, you made me an omelette for breakfast. You know your way around the kitchen” he chuckles.

“With what I'm familiar with, yes. But this…” I say, looking at the frying pan as he puts another one in.

“It'll be fine, you'll see.”

“Pedri…”

“Pick a churro” he says, moving to stand behind me.

“Shouldn't I put an apron first or something?”

“Aprons are for cowards, I already told you. Pick a churro, Inés.”

“Fine” I sigh.

“The key is to not think too much about it.”

“What?” I say, his face suddenly too close to mine. So close, that I can feel his breath tickling my ear.

“If you think too much about it you'll probably end up burning yourself, and we don't want that, do we?”

“No” I whisper.

“Inés, stop looking at me and focus on what we are doing” he smirks.

“I'm focused” I say, giving his lips one last look before focusing on the pan. This close they look even more kissable.

“Good” he says. I can't see his face anymore, but I'm sure he is still smiling. “Now pick a churro.”

“Ok” I say, putting all my senses on that and not on his hands resting on my waist, or the fact that he is now so close to me that if I moved a little, I could feel his churro.

“We are going to do it at the count of three, ok? Remember to not think too much about it.”

“Ok” I nod.

“One… two… three!”

“Ah!” I yell, closing my eyes and letting the churro fall on the pan before twisting on Pedri's arms and curling up against him.

“You did it, Inés!” he laughs, his chest vibrating against mine, a feeling I could definitely get used to. “Inés… Inés, hey. Are you ok?” he says, his hands suddenly moving to my face and making me look at him. “Did you get burnt?”

“What?”

“The oil, Inés. Did it burn you?” he says, his eyes moving all over my face. He looks so worried but also so cute and concerned and cute and…

“No, no. I'm fine.”

“You sure?” Pedri asks, one of his thumbs moving over my cheek. It is the lightest of touches, but it manages to make my knees feel weak and my face burn, something I'm pretty sure he is noticing.

“I'm fine.”

“Ok, good” he says, giving me one last concerned look before smiling again. “Why don't you take care of the chocolate while I finish this?”

“Yes, sure.”

“Great” he says, kissing my forehead and letting go of me. Did he… Did Pedri just kiss my forehead? As if I was a little kid? Though I've seen photos of couples doing it on Pinterest and they look really cute so…

“Inés, did you hear me?”

“I…”

“You didn't” he chuckles. “Get a couple of pots to start melting the chocolate.”

“Yes, a pot. For the chocolate. Yes” I say, trying to focus again on what we are doing. On the churros.

“Two pots, Inés.”

“Two pots, yes” I say, starting to look for them to try and ignore the playful smile on his face, one that is definitely not helping with my current state. At all.

Because getting turned on while making churros, was something I didn't have on my bingo card for today.

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“And that's the last one” Pedri says after taking the last churro from the frying pan. We've made enough for the whole building, to be honest. “How is the chocolate going?”

“I think it's almost ready.”

“Let me check.”

“Pedri!” I say when he puts his finger inside the pot.

“What?” he says after sucking it and then licking a bit of chocolate that was running down towards his hand, making me add all that to my list of things I didn't know could turn me on.

“Haven't you heard of spoons?”

“Yeah” he shrugs. “But this way it tastes a lot better. Give it a go” he says, covering his finger on chocolate once again.

“What are you doing?” I say with a nervous laugh.

“I want you to taste the chocolate.”

“From your finger?”

“Yeah” he shrugs again. “C'mon, Inés.”

“I… I…”

“You won't regret it. Trust me.”

“Ok” I say, holding Pedri's hand and sucking his finger, the noise that leaves my mouth when I taste the chocolate making this situation even more sexual and pornographic than it already was.

“Told you it was good” he smirks before licking his finger. The finger I just sucked, yes. “Now let's taste it with a churro” he says, taking one and dipping it on the chocolate. “Ladies first.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Open your mouth, Inés.” Jesus fucking Christ. Does he know the meaning of everything he's saying and doing, or is it just me and my dirty mind? “Good girl” Pedri smirks when I do as he says and give the churro a bite, another very sexual noise leaving my mouth.

Oh, he knows. He definitely knows what he is doing. Where has his hungover gone?

“Good?” he asks me, eating what was left of it.

“So good” I manage to say.

“Then let's sit down and eat them before they get cold.”

Though if you ask me, that would be something impossible keeping in mind how hot I'm feeling right now. Just the heat coming from my body would be able to keep them warm for a week.

“Where did you learn to make churros?” I ask him as I sit down at the table.

“My mum taught me” Pedri says, eating one in one go.

“Did she also teach you the finger thing?”

“She would hit me with a pan if she saw me do it” he laughs. “But you can't deny it tasted a lot better like that” he smirks.

“Yeah, well” I reply, eating a churro and hoping it can somehow hide my blush. “You can pick up.”

“Uh?”

“Your phone. You can pick up, it's been vibrating for a while.”

“Nah, it's ok. She's probably just calling because I haven't replied to her good morning message.” And with she, he means his girlfriend, Nerea. I saw the name on the screen. “Sometimes she treats me as if I was a kid, constantly asking me if I've eaten or gone to the bathroom.”

“What?” I laugh.

“She's a nursing student and sometimes takes things way too seriously” he shrugs. “Anyway, less talking about her and more about you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Inés. Tell me something about you that I don't know” Pedri smiles.

“I… Ummm…” I fancy you very much? Nah, he has probably noticed that already, he isn't stupid. “As a kid I supported Real Madrid.”

“No!” he gasps.

“Yep. I got into football because of my cousins, and that's the team they support”

“Have you seen the light now?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of? Inés!” he laughs. “You play for Barcelona!”

“And basically everyone in my family who likes football supports Real Madrid, it isn't my fault!” I laugh back. “But we've made a deal, and we only support the men's team.”

“Well, it's something” he chuckles.

“What about you? Which team do you support?”

“I was basically born with a Barça t-shirt on” he smiles before starting to tell me more about his life in Tenerife, both of us sharing anecdotes from our childhood and laughing for what feels like hours. And we actually talk for hours, because when I randomly look up and see the clock on the microwave, it's almost four o'clock.

“Oh, shit” I say, quickly getting up from my chair.

“Everything ok?” Pedri asks me.

“Yes. No. I mean… It's just that my dad is coming to pick me up in half an hour to go visit my grandparents, and I need to shower, get ready, clean all this…”

“And here I've been entertaining you. I'm so sorry, Inés.”

“What? No, no. I've really enjoyed this.”

“You have?”

“I have” I smile. The part where I was so turned on I was close to explode, included.

“I've also really enjoyed this time together” he smiles back. He… He has enjoyed… being with me. Spending time with me. But obviously just as friends. Though he was ignoring his girlfriend’s calls and texts… No, Inés. Just friends. Don't make the same mistake again. “Why don't I clean around while you get ready?”

“Oh, no, no, no. You are my guest, I can't let you do that.”

“Inés” Pedri says, getting up from his chair and closing the space between us, one of his hands reaching for mine, his touch making me gasp. “You are the one who took care of me last night when you didn't have to, and your kitchen is a mess because of me, because I had the amazing idea of making churros.”

“You did, yes” I chuckle.

“Then let me do this for you. Please.”

“Ok, fine. I can't say no that face.” Because he is pouting. He is pouting those extremely kissable lips of his, and if I have to look at them for any longer, I may end up doing something that I will definitely regret.

“No one can resist it, I know” he winks. Oh, yes, Pedro. Add a wink to the mix. Kill me a bit more. “Now, you shower, I clean. Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.”

“Then chop chop, Inés” he says, kissing my cheek and starting to tidy up the table while I just stay there, not moving a single muscle. Pedri just kissed my cheek. Not my forehead like before, no. My cheek. “Inés, didn't you hear me? Chop chop!”

“Yes, shower, getting ready.”

“Exactly” he laughs before I leave the kitchen, whatever song he starts whistling getting stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

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tis-i-spookie-pie · 1 day ago

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Totally canon BSD scenes

Where the characters of BSD discuss their New Year’s resolutions…

Kunikida: “New Year’s resolution? President, I don’t think this should be something you come up with on the spot! Look here, I’ve outlined my New Year’s resolutions for the approximate remaining years left in my life. For 2025, it seems…”

Atsushi knew Fukuzawa was only trying to make small talk at the Agency’s New Year’s party, but he began to pity him as Kunikida rambled on about the importance of life goals and setting them accordingly…

Ranpo: “Bleh, I just set a new goal to eat more sweets than the previous year.”

Yosano: “Oh? It would be a shame if all those sweets caused what could be a lethal tooth infection… feel free to eat as many sweets as you’d like and just remember I’ll be here to heal you up!”

Yosano’s “reminder” sounded anything but comforting as a morbid grin bloomed on her face…

Ranpo: “… Maybe laying off the sweets in 2025 isn’t a bad idea…”

A fluff of brown hair next to him reminded Atsushi a certain someone was also attempting to make small talk. Atsushi could barely contain his sigh as Dazai brightly smiled at him, knowing he was desperate to be asked about his own resolution for 2025…

Atsushi: “Let me guess, your resolution is to–“

Atsushi and Dazai: “Commit a double su!cide with a beautiful woman?”

Dazai: “You know me so well, Atsushi~!”

Atsushi: “I’ve never seen you have a different resolution since I met you…”

Dazai: “I won’t have another goal once I accomplish this one~! But what about you, Atsushi?”

Atsushi: “Hm? Well…”

At a certain organization’s New Year’s party…

Tachihara: “So, what’s your guys’ resolution?”

Chuuya: *already drunk* “Ha?”

Gin: “What do you two plan to accomplish in the new year?”

Akutagawa and Chuuya: “To beat–“

Akutagawa: “Jinko’s–“

Chuuya: “That b*stard Dazai’s–“

Akutagawa and Chuuya: “A$$!”

Hirotsu: “Ah, the boldness of the youth…”

Q: “Only a few more minutes until midnight!”

Chuuya: “Huh, I got a better idea than sittin’ around waiting for a clock to turn…”

Back at the Armed Detective Agency…

Kyouka: “You’re not sure? Hm. I never make resolutions, so I don’t have any advice for a good one, sorry.”

Atsushi: “That’s ok! I like hearing about what everyone else has planned, but I never think of anything for me, I guess…”

Tanizaki: “It’s only for fun, but I’m sure there’s at least something you want to accomplish in 2025.”

Atsushi: “Well–“

Ten! Nine! Eight!

People across Japan counted down as 2025 approached, laughter and joy filling many rooms…

Five! Four! Three!

Atsushi: “I guess, I want to have a more peaceful year?”

Two! One! Happy New Ye–!

The door to the Agency suddenly burst open, not long after it was repaired after the little Christmas party incident…

Chuuya: *clearly intoxicated* “Dazai– you b-b*stard! Let’s start off the new year right by puttin’– ha, puttin’ you in a hospital!”

Akutagawa: “Same for you, Jinko!”

Chuuya: “Wha–? Akutagawa, where did you come from? Lay off the kid…”

Akutagawa: “We spoke the entire way walking over here you drunkard–“

Before anyone could blink, Yosano had a cleaver pointed at the mafioso…

Yosano: “I don’t mind starting off the new year by putting you two b*stards in a hospital, but I’ll be generous and give you one chance to leave now~”

Chuuya: “Yeah, Akutagawa– why’re ya tryin’ to fight Atsushi? He hasn’t done anything to deserve that…”

Akutagawa: “…Coming here was your idea–“

Chuuya: “I said leave the kid alone! That b*stard Dazai can get his a$$ whooped another day, but Atsushi– that kid hasn’t done anything!”

Akutagawa: “Why is this getting turned around on me? No matter, time to start of 2025 the right way, Jinko!”

Atsushi: “Well, there goes that resolution…”

In a small room, in who knows where…

Nikolai: “So! Fedya, what’s your resolution for the new year?”

Fyodor: “…Do you even know what year it is?”

Nikolai: “Nope!”

Fyodor: “…Clean my ushanka more.”

Happy New Year everyone!

Totally canon BSD scenes - part 77

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the-froschamethyst4 · 2 days ago

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Hi! Can I request a fic of Barrage taking care of his baby who got sick? Ty ♡

❥ I gotcha boo

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Sickly Sweet

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Barrage x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, language, married couple, children, a sick wife, acts of service, use of Cal/Calvin,

𖤐Summary: Barrage comes home from work only to know that his wife had called in because she was “a bit” sick

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3:30PM

Barrage was coming home from a hard day at work. His hand was on his face covering his eyes as he sat at the red light, he groans when it finally turns green.

He pulls up into the driveway of his home, opening the front door and kicking his boots off at the front.

“Baby! I’m home! You would not believe the day I had,” he says, taking his jacket off and hanging it up, he comes around the corner and doesn’t see Y/n in her usual spot after she gets home from work.

Maybe she’s working late? But Y/n hardly ever works late.

He walks upstairs and opens the crack bedroom door, in the bed he sees his wife all snuggled up under the blankets.

“Baby?” He questions, looking at her and quickly moving to her to see what is the matter. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead. “Baby, you’re burning up.”

“I don’t feel good,” she mumbles under the covers.

“I can tell.” He says, he goes into the bathroom and starts pulling out medications for Y/n to take.

“I-I’ve already tried those,” she tells him.

“Did they do anything?”

“Maybe s-stop my cough for a little bit,” she says, sitting up only for Calvin to come by and grab her shoulders to rest her down.

“No, baby, stay down, you need to sleep-“

“The kids also n-need to be p-picked up from s-school.” She reminds him.

“Dammit, I don’t wanna leave you-“

“I’ve been stuck home all day for 7 hours, I’ll be okay, go get them, and I’ll take a few more medicine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now go on,” she says, patting his buff arm.

Barrage was always a worry wort when it came to his wife’s health, I mean the man took an oath to her when they got married he’ll be there for her through sickness and health.

He got his boots back on along with his coat and rushed out of the house.

Y/n grabs a blanket and wraps herself up in the warmth, she goes to the bathroom where she saw all the medications spread out on the sinks counter. She slightly chuckles and takes a Tylenol and a grave a handful of cough drops and heads back to bed to continue her resting.

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Calvin sat in that car rider line for what felt like 30 minutes, (it’s was 10 minutes) he sees his kids Reed his son and Addie his daughter standing outside Reed looking for a familiar car while holding his little sisters hand.

Once the line moved Barrage rolls the window down and Reed walks to his dad’s truck opening the back door for Addie to get in and he gets into the passenger side.

“Come on, come on, buckle up,” Calvin says.

“Why are we in a rush?” Reed asked.

“Your mom is sick and I want to get home, asap.”

“What does asap mean?” Addie asked from the back.

“As soon as possible,” Calvin says, bluntly as he pulls out of the parking lot. The man was panicking like if he didn’t get home in time something bad was going to be happen, and nothing was, the man is dramatic.

When Barrage started driving he might have started breaking some traffic laws, speeding, tailgating, slightly running a red light, which Addie called him out on for not waiting.

“So, daddy, if I have to be somewhere does that mean asap?”

“Yes, baby.”

“So we have to get home because mama is sick.”

“Yep, I just want us to get there, so I can take care of her and help her.”

“Can I help her?” Addie asked.

“I don’t know baby, I don’t want you getting sick as well.”

“I won’t get sick, I promise.”

“Baby, that’s not up to you, it’s up to your body and how mama’s germs might hurt you.”

“What about you then?”

“I’ll be okay. I’m tough.”

“I am too.”

Y/n had her eyes closed and she heard the front door slam shut, she opened her eyes and heard Addie’s voice from downstairs asking for a snack.

Barrage ended up giving Addie some grapes and Reed had gone upstairs to start on his homework.

Barrage goes upstairs and pushes the door at the end of the hallway seeing Y/n in the same place he left her.

“Did you take any of the medicine?”

“I-I took a Tylenol and a few cough drops,” she says. Barrage sat on the edge of the bed caressed her hair, she looked so at peace with Barrage comforting her.

"The kids are home, and they're safe, but how are you feeling?"

"Still worse," she says.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me you were sick this morning?" Calvin asked.

"I don't know, maybe I could go to work and suck it up, but I got up and got ready but the moment I was ready to leave. I started to feel sick and my stomach was hurting and I just called in, I didn't tell you cause I wanted you to keep working."

"And the kids?"

"I told them to take the bus and either me or you would pick them up."

Barrage looks down at her and takes a deep breath. "If you feel sick baby, I wouldn't mind coming home early just to take care of you...do you want some tea?"

"Do we have any?"

"I think we have peppermint, chamomile, ginger and elderberry."

"I'll take chamomile."

"The way you like it?" She just nods at his question, he kissed her forehead and walks out of the bedroom and into the hallway, where he sees Addie heading to her room, but she stops and sees her dad walking towards her, his hand goes to the top of her head and pats her black hair as he continues past her to the kitchen.

Addie looks at the bedroom at the end of the hallway and goes towards it, she sees Y/n laying on the bed, snuggled under the blankets and she opens her eyes seeing Addie coming towards the bed.

"Mama?" Y/n placed her arm out to keep the distance between her and Addie.

"Stay there baby," Y/n says, giving her a soft smile. "I don't want you getting sick too."

"But I want to see you mama."

"I'm right here."

"How'd you get sick?" Addie asked.

"I'm not sure baby, just woke up not feeling great."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Not really, daddy went to go make me some tea, so I can feel somewhat better," she smiles at her daughter.

"Reed said you have a cold."

"I do."

"Addie," Calvin came into the bedroom, placing the mug on Y/n's nightstand and picking Addie up.

"I wanna stay with mama."

"She needs rest, come on, let's go play," Barrage says, carrying his daughter back into her bedroom and placed her down on her rug.

"What did I say?" He reminds her.

"To keep my distance."

"Yes, baby, come on now, how about we play or do you have homework that needs to be done?" He asked. She looks down at her feet.

"Homework." She says.

"Then let's get it done," he says as she opens her backpack and pulls out her pink folder covered in stickers and some pencil designs.

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8:00PM

Y/n just felt worse, Barrage sat on the edge of the bed holding Y/n's hand as she was heavy breathing as if she had just ran a marathon, her nose was also stuffed up, so she could hardly breath along with a few small whistles coming from her nose that drove her insane, and every time she sniffled trying to clear it, just felt worse.

Barrage had placed a cold rag on her forehead as she laid on her back, his hand moves from holding her hand to moving under her shirt not trying to do anything but just felt to rest there.

"Cal?"

"It's okay, do you wanna take a bath and try to lower your temp?"

"I-I can t-try," she tries to get up, Barrage took the rag off her forehead and he didn't let her touch her ground, he picks her up and takes her to the bathroom, he kicks the door shut but made sure it was cracked.

He sets her on the counter and turns to turn on the bath, he made sure the water was lukewarm, he turns to help her remove her clothes, her sweatpants, her fluffy socks that were so thick to keep her feet warm, then her hoodie (Barrage's hoodie). He picks her back up and gently placed her in the bath.

"I'm gonna go check on the kids, let me know when you're hungry and I'll make you some soup."

"Okay," her face was red and flushed.

He walks out, cracking the bathroom door and heading out, down the hall he opens Reed's door seeing him play his video games and Addie was in there with him giving him a "make over" with her fake makeup products she had got from Y/n.

Addie was fascinated with Y/n's make up, so she bought her daughter some play make up kits. Reed was use to Addie getting in his way while playing his video game(s). He didn't game mad nor did he throw a fit that Addie was blocking him, he just accepted it.

Calvin smiles and walks fully into the bedroom.

"What are you two doing?"

"I'm playing Fortnite."

"I'm giving, bubby a make over, does he look pretty?" She asked showing off Reed's bare face but she pretended that there were markings on his face.

"Very," he chuckles. He rubs Reed's black hair and kissed the top of Addie's head. "I'll come back and check up on you two." Barrage says, walking back to the bedroom.

Y/n had stood up and grabbed the towel hanging up and Barrage came in and before Y/n got out of the tub before her foot hit the bathmat, Barrage picked her up setting her back on the counter.

"You hungry?" She nods and gives a yawn. "butternut squash, chicken noodle or vegetable soup?"

"Vegetable," she says.

Calvin then grabs some sweatpants, another pair of thick socks, and another one of Calvin's hoodies. She walks to the bed, and Barrage walks back to the kitchen.

"Are you making dinner?" Addie asked coming into the kitchen.

"I am, do you want vegetable soup?"

"Vegetables? No," she made a disgusted face. Barrage chuckles.

"I know, you want chicken noodle?" She just nods and he doesn't need to ask Reed knowing he'll probably want chicken noodle.

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8:15PM

Barrage placed both bowls on the table giving his kids grilled cheeses as well, he takes a bowl upstairs and opens the bedroom door seeing the TV was on but at low volume, Y/n asleep facing away from the TV and she was fully on his side of the bed and not hers.

"Baby? Babe," he says, placing the bowl on the nightstand and gently shaking her awake.

"Hm?" She hums.

"Dinner's here," he says. She rubs her eyes and turns over.

"Thank you," she says, smiling and taking the warm bowl into her hands.

"Be careful the bowl is hot," she always careful.

Barrage wanted to make sure his family ate before he did, his kids ate first and then his sick wife, Barrage kissed her temple told her he'd be back and then goes back downstairs to get his bowl, and sit with the kids.

"Is mama feeling better?" Addie asked.

"I don't know baby, she might be," he says.

"Will mama still take me to baseball practice tomorrow?" Reed asked.

"Not sure, bud, if not, I'll take ya'."

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11:00PM

Y/n was on her back looking up at the ceiling, Barrage laying next to her, his arm under her head as his other was just holding her tightly. Barrage didn't care if he got sick as long as his wife felt better that's all he cared about.

She looks over at him and caressed his black hair.

"I wish you didn't cuddle me right now."

"Hmm~ I'm just making sure you're comfortable."

"But you'll probably get sick too."

"Don't care."

"I do."

"I don't...now, go to bed," he says, cupping her face and kissing her cheek.

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Next Morning (Saturday, 8:00PM)

Y/n had woke up first, she was feeling good, her stomach still felt bad, but she got up and heads to the bathroom to take a Dayquil, she goes downstairs and starts fixing breakfast for everyone.

Addie came downstairs and the same with Reed, both kids yawned, Addie hugging Y/n's legs and Reed turned the TV on to play a random kid TV show.

Barrage woke up feeling the WORST. He rubs his temple he has a headache, his stomach hurts, his throat felt dry, and his nose was stuffed up.

"Oh fuck," he says, knowing exactly how he got sick.

"Morning, Cal."

"Morning," he sounded sick.

"Oh you sound sick, and stuffed up."

"I am," he sneezes and used the back of his hand to rub his nose. "Fuck," he curses.

"Do you want soup?" She teases, now the roles have reversed. Now, she has to take care of her now sick husband.

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