#while you mistake his brother for being him?

[profoundbondfanfic]

Any destiel amnesia au fic recs to soothe my gentle heart, I read one au called two worlds apart and as much fun it was I'm also heartbroken 😭 and I want to fix it with another amnesia au where they are both are very much alive in the end, also maybe with a dash of fluff and tension?

Here are a few recs with fluff and a happy ending!

Basic Lessons in First Aid, Magical or Otherwise by stuffy_j (Explicit, 54k words)

Most people probably wouldn’t take the naked, heavily wounded man they found in an alley home with them. Most people probably wouldn’t also offer that man a place to stay and become his best friend after realizing he’s suffering from an intense case of post-traumatic retrograde amnesia. Most people probably wouldn’t then risk almost everything they know to save said man, and maybe save the world in the process. But then again, Dean Winchester, RN (with a specialty in supernatural care), has never been like most people. He may not have a magical bone in his body, unlike his brother Sam, but he’ll do whatever it takes to help. Even if Castiel has questionable opinions about Star Trek.

Here We May Be Free by FriendofCarlotta (Explicit, 39k words)

When Dean was eleven, he saw something in the ocean: a boy with blue eyes and iridescent scales. Almost twenty years later, a spontaneous detour after a hunt brings Dean and Sam back to the town where that encounter took place. And Dean can’t shake the feeling that Castiel, the owner of the local Mermaid Museum, looks familiar…

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) by sobsicles (Explicit, 66k words)

When he wakes, he has no idea who he is. Not his name, what he looks like, or why he’s flat on his back, staring up at the stars littering the night sky. The first thing he learns about himself is that he has shitty instincts, especially if his first one is to protect the blue-eyed man currently stabbing someone in the face. Or, the story where two strangers can’t agree on much and know even less, but they’re both fairly certain that they’re in love.

Paper Moon by robotsnchicks (Explicit, 43k words)

By the time he hits thirty-three, Dean's given up on the apple pie life, accepting that a serious relationship isn't in the cards for him. But when he meets Cas everything falls into place. Now he’s happily married, hopelessly in love, and they’re about to buy their first home together. It almost feels too good to be true. It turns out it is. His world comes crashing down when he wakes to find that he’s been a subject in a virtual reality simulation gone wrong. All the years he thought he spent with Cas were actually experienced in less than a week. And when he gets out, Cas is nowhere to be found and nobody has heard of him. Ignoring the possibility that Cas may not be real, Dean sets out to find him and convince him that it’s worth giving Dean — and their relationship — a shot in the real world.

The Same Mistake, Again by zaphodsgirl (Mature, 43k words)

One night, after watching Dean pick up yet another girl while they're out at a bar, Cas heads to the local diner. Over the years his feelings of attraction have only deepened into something more, and he wishes desperately to go back to the time before he was in love with his best friend. His wish is granted in an unexpected way: he wakes up in the hospital the next morning with broken limbs - an arm and a leg- and a fractured memory with the last four years missing.

The Stars Will Remember by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 60k words)

Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

The Story of You and Me by the_diggler (Explicit, 54k words)

Dean wakes up in bed next to a very human Castiel, and a journal in his own handwriting that tells him it’s two years in the future. The house looks a lot like Bobby’s, and Sam lives there too… He just can’t remember how they got from angels falling in the sky – to comfortable domesticity. While there is much in the journal Dean doesn’t remember, there is much of their story he’s always known. And as he settles into the routine of his new life and relationship with Castiel, it quickly becomes something he doesn’t know how to live without.

Unveil the Splendours of Your Heart by thefandomsinhalor (Mature, 68k words)

When a reporter asks Dean, a homeless man with a mysterious past, why he exclusively keeps close to the billboards and posters of a specific male model—the one Dean likes to refer to as the angel with spectacular blue eyes—in a moment of weakness, thinking it won’t change anything about his situation, Dean tells him the truth: it’s how he finds comfort and solace. Something that is difficult to come by. That is until the story reaches the ears of Castiel Novak, the model in question.

Whiskey & November by dothraki_shieldmaiden, FriendofCarlotta (Explicit, 188k words)

There is a place in L.A. where the richest of the rich can make their dreams come true. For an outrageous sum, they can hire an “angel” who is programmed to be exactly what they need: a stripper, a scientist, a temporary boyfriend. Most people don’t choose to question who the angels are, or where they came from. Sam Winchester is not most people. His brother Dean went missing in L.A. two years ago, and Sam has spent all that time trying to track him down. The trail leads him to a shadowy organization known as “Heaven” that coerces people into giving up their identities and personalities so they can be reprogrammed for Heaven’s purposes. Inside Heaven, trouble is brewing: two of the angels, Whiskey and November, are beginning to break through their programming. As they fall for each other and fight to remember who they are, they discover that they have an ally already working to bring down Heaven from within.

Not really amnesia, but they think they have it:

Found Family by Dizzybunny (Explicit, 55k words)

When Alpha Captain Castiel Novak returns to the US after being rescued from three years of captivity, he is amazed to find a family he doesn’t remember living in his house. Not just any family - his omega husband and pups. Dean had been told Castiel was MIA, and probably dead. Living in Castiel’s old house, raising his own and Castiel’s pups as a single father had been difficult, but he managed. Now Castiel is back. Can he fit into the life Dean has made? Can Dean adjust to having an alpha? Does Castiel want a husband he can’t remember?

White Lies & Winter Blues by PaperAnn (Explicit, 37k words)

When Castiel drives by a car wreck, he should’ve heeded the warning, ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions.’ He’s a nurse, it’s a record-breaking, cruel winter, and upon seeing the driver hypothermic and near-death—his instincts kick in. Cas doesn't think, he jumps into action to save the omega. Once the ambulance arrives, Castiel joins the ride. Then in the hospital room, he keeps a watchful eye over the omega's treatment and care. All under the guise of being ‘his alpha.’ Castiel’s plan was innocent, wishing for a quick recovery, followed by quicker exit. Except, he misses his shot. The omega awakes and the nurse beats Cas to the punch, with the declaration, “You’re lucky your mate found you in time!” causing all hell to break loose. There are no questions. A starry-eyed and love-struck Dean Winchester automatically believes the accident caused amnesia, that Cas is his mate. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Now entangled in his own lies—still reeling from the unexpected discovery they’re true mates—Cas feels helpless. He doesn’t know what the fuck to do! Besides...playing along. Paving his road to hell, one good intention at a time.

[bellaaldamas]

Hope everyone has a good day and remembers that Atreus yelled first (see the first gif). That is, AFTER nearly eating Angrboda alive in his wolf form whilst she still was not scared of him one bit. Instead, Angrboda approached Atreus and made him regain his human form through gentle touch and soothing words alone (when even his own father had to resort to violence twice in order to achieve that). Then Angrboda proceeded to say it was totally fine (thus disregarding her own stress and well being entirely to cater to his) and can happen to anyone. After which Atreus had his outburst. And even though Angrboda had to respond in kind she IMMEDIATELY regretted it and said it was "mean" (though it was a proportionate reaction to Atreus yelling in her face first, as a thank you for comforting and bringing him back) and proceeded to comfort him again. Offering to do anything and everything he wanted to take his mind off of the prophesy.

When Atreus accepted her offer, Angrboda still kept his stress and trauma in mind (while having a wealth of traumatic experiences of her own and being confronted with more, because Atreus decided to go to her grandmother's house there and then, unprepared and going on pure adrenaline). Angrboda, in that vein, proposed to talk about the contents of the mural and his fear of losing his father when she realized he was avoiding the subject by "having fun" with her (because no matter her own misery, the loss of both parents and hardships she still made sure to entertain him and show him the beauty of Ironwood and introduce him to "dangerous" fireflies, saying how "glad" she was that he came there).

Then when Atreus mentioned that his determination to save his father by going up against the destiny itself might seem "stupid" Angrboda instantly reassured him it was not at all. And that she knew he can't "imagine the world" where he would let Kratos get hurt - and opened up about her traumas and losses again to make him feel better (despite mentioning it was too painful for her to talk about that just an hour ago, when Atreus first arrived in Ironwood).

But clearly, Angrboda should have invalidated the death of her own brother ("we're better off without him") and called Atreus's mother figure, a woman who saved his life when he was dying as a child, a "treacherous ex wife". For bonus points, she better have mentioned she should have never trusted him when Atreus made a genuine mistake out of the best intentions (Angrboda's "of course I do [have faith in you]" when he was allying with Thor who must have killed at least one of her parents and slaughtered their whole of people on Odin's orders is so yesterday); and then punched him in the face and called him a "killer just like his father", in between TWO murder attempts. That would have made her a great character and a perfect match for him.

Hurt/Comfort parallels

inspired by a conversation with @stupidrant

[puck-luck]

8, clubs, Trevor Zegras would love for them to have some kind of history like enemies or exes. Something that really brings the tension

using this as a precursor to my FWB trevor fic that is otw! i'm world building and VERY excited to continue this story soon :)

warnings: choking, rivals, enemies with benefits, mentions of hooking up while under the influence, possessive trevor, dom!trevor WC: 1592

You and Trevor don’t get along. It started when you were working as an intern for the team at BU. 

Trevor was a freshman, riding the high of being drafted in the first round to a team that he’d known and liked since watching The Mighty Ducks for the first time as a kid. He didn’t like the Ducks as much as his precious Rangers, but he was just happy to be part of an NHL team after working so hard to make it.

You were a freshman, too. You had lucked into the internship, really. Sure, you had done work with the sports teams in your high school, but it wasn’t nearly as serious as your internship with the Boston University Terriers. You were held to a different standard with this team and it took you a little time to get used to your role– as you would with any new job.

Trevor left to go play big-time hockey after his first year at BU, whereas you had stuck out all four years, earned your degree, and truly blossomed into a confident employee in your sophomore and junior years with the hockey team. 

Trevor missed all of that– and he’s always remembered you as the little freshman who got lost in the rink, who had to reshoot footage for marketing stuff because you hadn’t put the camera on the right setting, and who conveniently left her bookbag on the bus during an away game. That last one was a problem because one of the other interns, a junior who had taken you under her wing, had asked you to carry the stat book. The bus was locked after the team disembarked, the driver had gone to treat himself to dinner on the team’s dime, and no one could reach him. Because of your blunder, the team was without statistics for the first period– because everyone conveniently forgets that you climbed through an open window on the bus during that same period to retrieve your bookbag. You literally broke into a vehicle to make up for your mistake, but you couldn’t live it down. That’s how Trevor remembers you.

And then you’d gotten a job for the Ducks.

To be fair, you’d applied to multiple NHL teams. You’d applied to your hometown team, to The Mighty Ducks because your friend’s little brother told you that you should, to some of the East Coast teams like the Bruins and the Devils, and to some other West Coast teams like Vancouver, Seattle, and San Jose. After your time with BU, you loved working in hockey and you couldn’t imagine working in another industry for the rest of your life. The Ducks had given you a great offer, and your interview with the team had felt so much more comfortable than the other teams, so it was a no-brainer. You joined the Anaheim Ducks team. 

It didn’t take long for Trevor to see you. You weren’t sure if he’d remember you. You hoped that he wouldn’t. At first, he didn’t seem to remember you. Then, Trevor was conveniently in the room as your boss asked for some random piece of information. Your boss had asked everyone in the room and you thought you had the info for him, so you dug around in your bag for a minute after saying that you could tell him the answer. The piece of paper holding the knowledge wasn’t in your bag, so you moved onto your phone. After searching through your iCloud files, and your Office app, you couldn’t find it. Because of your past, it was slightly embarrassing to have to look at your superior and tell him you didn’t have the answer for him, and that you were sorry for saying you did. He hadn’t thought it was a big deal, waving you off, but the sting was still there.

Especially when Trevor walked past you and smirked. “Just like in Boston,” he had murmured slyly, making your face turn even brighter red. So he did remember you and, although the Ducks was supposed to be your fresh start, your mistakes would continue to follow you everywhere you go.

Trevor started going out of his way to see you and make comments. They’re always snide and subtly biting and that hasn’t changed, even as your relationship turned on its head. 

It’s because of the Ducks mid-summer party. You’re mostly free of responsibilities over the summer because it’s the off-season, so each Friday and Saturday night fulfilled your desire to act like a young twenty-something, finally out of college but still in that party mindset, and now you have the funds to do as many fun things as you want. Your little group of colleagues, all the employees close to your age, decided to make the Ducks party a grand old time. You’re cool with your bosses and the older employees, so you’re not concerned about making a fool of yourself.

You didn’t realize the players would be invited, too. 

You get drunk with your friends, feeling the drinks hit you even harder every time you stand and mingle, moving from group to group. You found yourself next to Trevor when you were getting a new drink, and he was equally tipsy. He’s much nicer when he’s drunk you realize.

Somehow, that night, you ended up in an Uber with Trevor to his house, and your relationship has never been the same.

He’s still snide and cutting when he wants to be, as are you, but you’re hooking up. You’d describe it as friends with benefits, but you and Trevor don’t like each other enough to be friends yet– so you think of it as more of a rivalry, except you conveniently benefit from the pleasure of the other person.

He likes to come to the rink on days when the team plays at home. Home games are busier days for you and your team, but you can always find time for Trevor– in the closet near the stats office. He thought it was funny, you wanted to get laid, so now you meet here. Trevor will leave a note in your mailbox when he first gets to the rink, then he goes to the locker room to tape up some sticks or to the training room to get a quick workout in. You usually take a break around 10:15 a.m., which is when you check your mailbox and head upstairs. You’ve only got about twenty minutes before people start to wonder where you’ve gone– “bathroom and coffee” only takes up so much time– so Trevor is sure to meet you in the closet by 10:20. On days when he doesn’t leave you notes, you don’t go. It’s a fine system.

You’re expected to prep yourself most of the time, just because you don’t have a whole lot of time. At first, it was just your fingers. Then, as a gift (which was shocking, considering you’re not even friends), Trevor bought you vibrator that he can control from his phone. You wear it on home game days now, keeping you full and stretched– and, when Trevor is in a good mood, constantly on edge. During intermission, you can expect a few minutes of intense buzzing inside of you and on your clit, given the dual prongs of the vibrator, before everything ceases. While you wait in the closet for Trevor, you experience the same thing. He wants you desperate for him by the time he sees you.

That way, he can pounce right away.

Trevor has a thing. He likes to make sure his hand is cemented around your throat as he empties you of the vibrator, then fills you with his cock. You don’t complain because, quite frankly, it’s hot. You’ve become much more interested in the veins and curves on the back of his hand since you started hooking up. If his thing is choking you, then your thing is touching his hand delicately while he fucks you. 

“I like you so much better with my hand around your throat,” Trevor will remind you as his pelvis meets yours. He’ll squeeze when you start to make too much noise, cutting off your source of breath. 

Other times, when you’re too loud, he’ll slip your vibrator between your lips like a makeshift gag. He’ll make you suck on it to keep yourself occupied and quiet, tasting your desire for him all while he makes you come.

He likes it when you give up control. As neurotic as you are about work and about your reputation as an employee, you’re completely under Trevor’s spell when you’re in this closet and he’s got his hand wrapped around your neck. 

You’re his, and he’s possessive, and it’s getting harder to stay away from him outside of the closet. Especially when he starts inviting you over for late night booty calls on the weekend– when you’ll go to his place and he’ll fuck you on any surface he can. His hand never makes its way around your neck there. Instead, he’s free to touch your tits or slap your ass or lick into your mouth. You crave him. You crave his touch, but you don’t necessarily want him around. Your mind is growing befuddled and confused and this is why you never fuck someone who isn’t your partner… but it’s just too good to stop. The second his hand circles your throat, it’s like your hypnotized and unable to do anything but obey. Trevor is a drug.

[glade-constellation]

I was scrolling through TikTok and came across this audio that really just, put all the puzzle pieces together for how Nexus really felt. Imagine Sun is the one speaking. Sun never said this, he never would say this to Nexus back when he was “Moon”, but this is how Nexus interpreted it.

Nexus woke up with no identity. Not a single clue of who he was, what he was meant to be, or what he could become. But there’s someone there that’s telling him who he should be, and no one is arguing it, so that just must be how it goes. He never even tries to start figuring out who he is, he goes straight into being who someone else wants him to be. He was Moon. That was his name.

But then they start telling him all the wrongs he did. No one was telling him he needed to take the blame, but to him it was clear they wanted him to. Because he was Moon. And Moon had done those things, even if he didn’t. He had no memory of doing them, but he was Moon so he had to have made those mistakes. They were his problems, and he had to fix them.

So he does. He stops Eclipse. He tries to fix what he can with Sun, and be there for his brother. He desperately tries to keep Lunar safe even if Lunar was not happy with him afterwards. But that’s just it. He’s doing all these things and it feels like he’s getting nothing back. No one seems to acknowledge what he’s putting in, and when they do recognize it they give him shit for it. He keeps trying and keeps seeming to fail.

Then, he has a chance to talk to himself. The person that is actually Moon, the one who actually made all those mistakes. The one whose entire identity was forced upon Nexus. There is no thank you. There is no heartfelt conversation. There is nothing but mildly curious indifference and once again being forced to into an identity that wasn’t truly him. Told to die in it, if it kept the family happy.

Then Solar died. And he was devastated. And he grieved. But apparently, he wasn’t even allowed to grieve as his own self, he had to grieve like Moon too. Had to still be there for others while grieving himself, keep up an act to keep them happy while he was suffering. They weren’t there to comfort him, they were there to comfort Moon, and they weren’t still doing a pretty poor job of that.

That was his breaking point. Never once did he feel like his family cared about him. They cared about Moon. He was so, so tired of the identity forced upon him. From now on, he was going to call the shots in his own life. If he died, he’d die as his own person, and no one else.

Nexus was constantly buried under the weight of being someone he never truly was by his entire family. Earth was the only one who treated him as his own person, and that’s because she only knew him as himself. She had never known Moon, and had no bias to go off of. Lunar, quite obviously at this point, didn’t like him and made a point of showing it. Because he wasn’t the original Moon and Lunar didn’t like that. Sun obviously had years worth of bias. I think that’s why he favored Earth over the others, because she actually cared about him. She didn’t care about what he was supposed to be, she cared about who he was.

There’s a deep complexity to Nexus as a character that I need people to see and understand. People feel like Nexus only started his downward spiral after Solar died, but he has been suffering since day one. He had an entire year’s worth of trauma, both his own and those forced upon him, that lead him to becoming Nexus. Nexus becoming a villain felt like a wildly outrageous “edgy emo teen” phase because, in a way, it was. Nexus had never known who he truly was, because he had never expressed himself outside of the realm that was Moon. He was simultaneously trying to find himself and distance himself as far as he could from Moon. He was trying to become everything that Moon wasn’t so he could escape. His turn to becoming a villain was because, despite Moon having hurt people, Moon had never been a villain in anyone’s eyes.

Becoming Nexus was his way of freedom. He was happier dying the villain than he was living as Moon.

[hoziersmilligan]

rolling with the idea that every one of john winchester's kids are fated vessels for the archangels, i would like to propose adam being raphael's vessel.

based on true religion, raphael is an angel of healing and protection. his name means "god has healed", and he is the patron saint of medical workers. he is rooted in health and healing, and so is adam. beyond the obvious connection of raphael being a patron saint of medical workers and adam wanting to become a doctor, adam to his core is a healer. he healed himself; a human who has the strength to survive being locked in a cage in hell for 1200 years is not one who rests in self-destruction. he also healed michael. not physically, but mentally. an archangel like michael, who for his whole life has had immeasurable amount of control over heaven and earth, being locked away for millennia with absolutely nothing to do is bound to break mentally. and you could argue michael did in some ways, but in no ways specifically negative. adam kept michael sane, grounded, in the cage by his presence alone. they clearly communicated in the cage, as they came to an "agreement" about who can control their body, and i think the humanity adam brought into the cage is what kept michael from cracking, whether intentional or not.

also, in regard to the "protection" that raphael reins over, adam seems to resemble this. while we get few canonical goals and traits for adam, one is that he cares and is protective of his mother. he wants to become a doctor to pay back and care for his mom just like she did him. he hates his dad, john winchester, not just because of what john did to him, but for how john treated his mother. adam even shows some protection over michael when he takes over the body in 15x08 when michael starts becoming erratic and angry. he tells the winchesters to "give it a rest" when they upset michael, and while he phrases it in a way that seems to protect the winchesters from michael, i think the opposite is true as well. adam doesn't want michael lashing out for his own benefit and safety as much as for the winchesters.

and in a more canon sense, raphael's devotion to michael is representative to adam's. while never explicitly said, raphael stayed with michael in heaven even when raphael ceased to have faith in their father. he believed in his brother even when he didn't believe in his goal. adam treats michael a similar way. it’s clear in 15x08 that michael and adam have talked about michael’s father a few times before, judging by adam’s exasperation and the lack of overall anger michael expresses towards adam's opinions about god (while yes michael shows anger, he's an archangel. if michael was truly that angry adam would not be able to express his opinion like that). adam is willing to stand by michael's side, defend him, heal him, be "his guide", even though he doesn't believe in the same goals as michael. adam is devoted to michael, much like raphael was, not because of michael's endgame or unchecked loyalty, but simply because he is michael. he's someone they both love.

and one thing less michael-related and more in line with how sam, dean, and adam are all fated vessels for lucifer, michael, and raphael. in relation to their father, dean, like michael, was devoted to his dad. unending loyalty and a willingness to look over any mistake. they both are lost without their fathers, for better or for worse. sam, like lucifer, once had faith in his dad. there was a time for both of them where they were just as devoted to their fathers as their brothers were, but they both lost it along the way. they both started questioning their dads and opening themselves up to new viewpoints that directly disobeyed their dads' wishes. and in doing so, they both were disowned. adam, like raphael, was an easily forgettable child. they both were never the main focus of their fathers' plans, and because of this they both lost faith in their dads. maybe they didn't completely despise their fathers, but they had no reason to really care for them.

this topic also opens up a can of worms. does michael see raphael in adam? is that why he was more accepting towards him in the cage then he would've been towards most other humans, especially sam or dean? did he find normality in adam in the early days of the cage because of how his soul seemed to resemble his brother's?

[zombi3-candy]

Fords Entry on Ris/Witchcraft

Entry #3~Ford was getting irritated and frustrated by the second.When he observed Mabel and Ris for a week straight,he got nothing…No slip ups…no mistakes…nothing!This woman is good…Her guard is up and her walls are built up to the sky.Ford had to admit,She was good at getting under his skin…He’s impressed on how careful she’s being,and it’s rare to impress him.So today,he decided to use the restroom upstairs but before he could,Stan stopped him.Saying,”Hey genius,The kids and I are going to the store,be NICE to that girl,don’t go scaring my cleaning lady,she’s the best one I’ve got.And I better not see the house on fire when we get back.”Ford reluctantly agreed to Stans terms,with Stan and the kids leaving the house.Ford went to the restroom and when he finished,he heard a sweet melody ringing throughout the house.He followed it downstairs and what he saw made his jaw drop and his body freeze.Ris was singing and cleaning but she was floating…on a broom!And the cleaning supplies were cleaning by themselves!Ford couldn’t believe it!Finally!He caught Ris red handed!And using magic nonetheless!THIS is how his house is always so spotless!He didn’t know what to do but watch her,and the supplies cleaning the register and ceiling.But a blood curdling scream broke him out of his thoughts,it was Ris,staring at him with horror and awkwardness.They stared at each other uncomfortably for a while until she started waving her hands and saying gibberish.Ford was confused but he felt a heavy and hard thing hitting him in the back of his head,causing him to drop to the floor.Before he blacked out,he heard Ris scream and say,”Oh hades!Oh gods!I just knocked out my bosses twin brother!Oh gods!Stanford?!”Soon he woke up in the lab with his head bandaged,a plate of cookies wrapped in Saran Wrap and a glass of water to the left of his desk.How did he get down here?And did Ris just try to murder him by accident?He saw a pink sticky note on the plate of cookies and grabbed it,reading it:”I’m so sorry!But please keep this between us!I made you a snack and got you some water!I hope your head is okay!Again,im so so sorry Stanford!It was an accident!-Ris <3”

While confused and a tad bit angry,Ford decided to keep her secret.Even though she almost killed him,seeing the magic she possess is enough for him to forgive her…He’s more interested than ever now…He now knows to never startle a witch…

[moonlit-dreamers]

I saw your “enter my ask box” post and i love tsams so i shall ask something a bit vague, and i get kind of obvious, but what do you think about sun being so broken over killing Nexus? I mean, i get he was pretty much Sun’s brother, but i feel like Sun’s reaction was a lot more intense then when he’s killed/lost other Moons + his other family, but its been a while since Ive watched so i could be wrong.

*spinning around in circles* i have many thoughts

honestly id say its very understandable. his reaction is probably more intense bc it was a direct kill compared to others either having him be uninvolved or him only perceiving he did it. when old moon died it was an accident though he still blamed himself. he still had a reaction tho it was more... subdued? kinda like he was forcing himself to not react as intensely.

with nexus it was a direct kill that he did with his own hands. there is no way to tell him that it wasnt his fault bc, by technicality, it was his fault nexus died bc he was the direct cause. i feel as tho theres a difference between killing someone with your bare hands and making a mistake that led to someones death. yes, he was forced, but it was still him who pulled the trigger. thats probably why hes reacting so intensely. he didnt just come home to find out his brother died but instead he watched it. he caused it.

this isnt me blaming sun at all. i dont blame him for any deaths bc he was either coerced or it was an accident. im just saying that, imo, theres a difference between an accident and doing it yourself

[ray935sworld]

VR's academy of supernatural riders (Part 4: Vogelfrei)

TW: description of a motorcross accident and physical symptoms of an injury (no blood or flesh wound description), allusion to feeling like dying

I don't know a lot about the technical aspect so it might be unrealistic

Summary: Luca, Marc and Alex go motorcross riding. Something goes wrong...

Riding with the Marquez brothers was fundamentally different to riding on the ranch.

Riding on the ranch meant interacting with many people. It almost always ended in a party since Vale made sure to provide food and drinks and the boys had playlists on their phones and speaker in their bags. The main academy riders, which were already a group of 6 people, sometimes even more when the former ones and the SBK rider joined them – not to mention the 100km of champions – often came with their partners (unlike Luca). Additional to them each of them had a at least one assigned engineer for the day and someone helped them overview the data. Not to forget the bunch of other people working on or around the ranch. Sometimes even Luca was curious about his brother’s net worth. He knew ‘It’s a good number’ but how the finances and sponsorships of the academy worked, was probably a science for itself. All he knew was that he didn’t want to know more. For legal reasons.

Right now it was only the three of them, two Spaniards and an Italian, which definitely had a certain advantage. Less people to look out for, meant more focus. And the bickering and colourful insults in the breaks were limited to sarcastic comments. On the ranch he still learned new words, especially from Bez. That guy was the king in making up letter combinations and new orders of words to achieve the biggest insult possible.

But the missing presence of Vale, even if it’s just as the spirit of the ranch, was something he noted. He didn’t even wear his ranch gloves. He wore his private, plain suite and helmet without sponsors and the sign of his brother. VR46 was nowhere to be seen.

Marc noticed it, but decided not to say anything. Alex didn’t thought about it. He was too busy adoring his boyfriends leather ass. Another difference to the ranch!

Normally Luca would be chasing Bez or Pecco, followed closely by Franky, Cele or Migno while Vale overtook them all with a laugh over the headset. They once had a mass-coalition in the early days of the ranch. Fenati had gotten to optimistic and accidently kicked Franky out while overtaking. Bulega had to crash himself out to not to end up in them, while Luca had gone wide. Pecco was able to stop the bike. The boys had looked at each other, making sure none of them were hurt before bursting out laughing.

Now Luca was a little bit behind Marc. He watched his shirt flutter in the air as they passed the part of the track with small hills they had to jump. Vale hated those things, so he never included them in the Tavullia track. He called them unnecessary risks since they weren’t rally rider and the bump in Austin alone didn’t justify it.

The younger brother loved them anyway. They were great to rider over and jump. He felt the air and he sometimes just laughed while passing them. It was a technical part, one not meant for racing but to learn how to control the bike. Overtaking would be idiotic. The loss of focus and the increased speed could make a difference between crashing and staying on the bike.

Luca gave the bike another push. He needed more speed to surpass the heaped up dirt. Some more. A little bit more. Just a tiny-Then it was enough. It was like an instinct at that point. If he didn’t had enough speed he would only make a small jump and he had to adjust his weight to land properly. If he had to much speed he risked hitting the beginning of the other hills which would cause him to get stuck.

They needed perfection for this part and that was a strength of Luca. He was a calculating rider, not someone that headless run into something and just hoped it would work. He preferred to understand the track. Sure, it took more time but it was just another way to ensure his mother didn’t had to rush to a hospital, like she already did so many times for Valentino.

He basically grew up on a bike. He had heard a motor and knew what it was supposed to sound like before he learned to play with other kids. It was engraved in his DNA, given in blood and taught with the burning passion of one of the greatest brother who happened to be an... Okay rider himself.

He looked up. The sun hit him and he was happy to have a coloured visor that absorbed the light a little more. A movement took him pit his thoughts. A shadow flew in front of him.

Marc felt free. The feeling of freedom was rushing through his veins and the racing gave him a kick like no drug ever could. He drove above the small hill, hitting the air once more. He had learned from experience how to ride this track. He had ridden here a few weeks ago and a few months ago and few years ago, many years ago as it was one of the first Alex and he used to train.

Accelerate, break, stop. Maybe slow down. Fly. Focus. Lift the front of the bike just a little bit. Bend your knees. Lift your ass. Let the bike touch the ground. Accelerate again. Take a look back. Luca behind. He’s giving you space. Lean to the side to hit the curve.

He kept repeating the motion like a prayer performed by his body. His foot only lightly touching the pedal. He felt the dirt bike speeding up and his grip tighten. He would have seen his knuckles turning white if he weren’t wearing gloves.

He hit the air like a bird. He felt the high and for a moment everything around him disappeared.

No sound, no people, no worries, no problems.

He laughed. He was free.

Then he came crushing down.

Things happen to fast to realize. He felt the wheels drift away and next thing he knew, he was on his way to hit the ground. His body reacted faster than his mind could. He felt his knee lifted closer to his body to prevent a broken shank. As it turns out, a broken leg was his smallest problem. He felt a pressure against his head while he was falling. His head had hit the bike. The pressure was too much too soon. The tapes didn’t stand a chance with that angle.

It was like the worst combination of things. Bad luck once again came to haunt him. The straps of his helmet broke. He felt his cheeks break free. It hit him. He realized what the air against his skin meant. For a moment the world froze.

Time was going slower than usual. His helmet was being torn off his face. His hair broke free. It seemed to just break. There was no way to protect him. He couldn’t just pull a signature Marquez move and get rid of the situation. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t safe himself. He wanted to lift his arms. He wanted to wrap his arms around his head and neck to at least protect himself a little bit. But he couldn’t. Too many things happened to fast.

He felt the gravel hitting his face. Small cuts, hurting him deep. He was glad his body had already closed his eyes. He kept his mouth shut. He didn’t need it down his throat.

Then everything stopped.

He was laying on the ground, facing the air.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet. It was as if his body hadn’t noticed they crashed yet. His veins were full of adrenaline. He was just laying there, his body limp. He knew what would come - pain, like every time he landed in the gravel.

He expected it to come and that felt weird

It was like being a 6 year old again. He would wake up and knew his baby brother would sneak in his bed in a few minutes – or hours depending on when he woke up. But every day like an unbroken tradition once Alex woke up, realizing that most of the night had passed and they still had time, in need for a cuddle and love, Marc would soon have a 3 year old plastered to his side. On his birthday he knew it even more. On this day, his baby brother would had a messy picture in his hand. He knew that it was a drawing of a little boy on a big bike with a trophy on the side. “Cause you me winger” he had said in a tired voice.

Marc knew that it was coming. The pain would hit him once the adrenaline had worn off. He tried to move again. Maybe he could run away from it? But all he felt was his mind becoming more cloudy and his focus left him.

When he was younger and he was watching the street in front of their house when he knew his relatives were visiting. He knew it was happening. It just didn’t happen yet. In the same way he was now lying on the ground.

He was laying there, watching the sun. He saw dark clouds in his vision. He hadn’t noticed them before.

When did they appear? There weren’t any when they arrived.

Why did the sky darken? Did something so terrible happened that the sun thought it’d be more appropriate to hide? Something that should be kept hidden?

When he was a kid he would always lay down in the grass of their garden. He just throw himself to the ground to breath. He smelled the fresh grass. The smell stronger after one of the rare rains. He loved to do it after a training when he was still sticky with sweat and his weak muscles were acing, not yet used to pain and exercise. Back then the feeling had fascinated him. He didn’t knew what it was and didn’t understand it. His brother used to giggle about his actions and did the same. Just stomach first, flat on the ground. Sometimes including a proper face plant in the mud.

“Mak! Mak, look!” he said excited. He didn’t had a care in the world. He didn’t understand anything. He was just happy to spent time with his brother.

Marc had smiled at the little child whose face was now dirty. Their mother was used to it at that point, she was just glad her children were alright so they didn’t had to worry about making her angry with their action.

All that mattered to him was that Alex was safe. Back then and now.

All that mattered to him was that Alex was happy.

Alex.

Alex who was dating Luca.

Alex who was with Luca and him at the dirt track.

Alex who was here.

Alex.

The thought of his brother took him back to reality. He was no longer lost in memories of passed days trying to relieve them. He was back to reality and the reality hurt. It hurt like a bitch. The pain of his injury hit him. It was in an amount he never felt before. It was so clear, so full and all over his body that he felt like he was drowning in it. He felt the need to scream. He wanted to scream, get up, wipe it off his body. He wanted to run from it. Hide. Or run until he forgot about it. Until the pain in his lungs and legs, the pain on his side was so strong he didn’t feel the pain of the injury.

At least he had control over that pain. At least he created it. He chose it. He understood it. Unlike this. He was looking for some kind of relief to get rid of it. He wanted to stretch his muscles, ease the burning. But he couldn’t move.

He couldn’t add pressure to his forehead to ease the pressure on the inside like he usually did. Neither could he grip an imaginary handle tightly to help his body steady. He felt dizzy. He felt so dizzy. It was like he was about to break down.

But he already broke down. He was already laying on the floor, unmoving, unable to react or help himself.

How could he break down even more?

Didn't matter. He needed to do something. He had to simply because - cause - Alex. Cause Alex was here. He had to calm down and save himself, the same way he always did.

He breathed in. It was almost impossible, like he had a cold and kept his mouth completely closed. He felt like he was suffocating. He hated those feeling. The combination of symptoms made the moments even worst to the point of unbearable pain. His head hurt like nothing he ever experienced. His past shoulder injury was a love bite compared to that. He just wanted the pain to end.

“When nothing helps, you just have to take a good, long nap” his mother once told him. Her voice was ringing in her ear. “And when you wake up, Corazón, everything will be okay again”.

She was usually right. He trusted his mama. Maybe she was right now. He tried breathing one more time and failed. Instead the pain made him close his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He wanted it so much and when he woke up he’d be okay again. Yes The pain would be gone and everything would be fine. Then he would be so tired. Physically and mentally.

But as always, he didn’t get what he wanted. Like he was cursed to never fully get whatever he desired.

He wanted love and he got it until it broke him. He wanted success in MotoGP and he got it at the price of being forever doomed as the hated villain. Now he wanted to sleep but a hand kept him awake.

It made him open his eyes. He had to check. Someone had taking his wrist in their hand. He hated the feeling of restriction. He couldn’t identify the pressure exactly but he knew he didn’t like it.

Then blue eyes hit him. Beautiful blue eyes that looked like the ocean had coloured them after it’s own image. He knew those eyes. His gaze was blurry enough not to notice the different shades between the Italian brothers and a helmet covered the featured that gave his mistake away.

It took him back. Just for that moment. He was able to be young and naïve and stupid again. No consequences this time. His brain had given up the capacity to understand and realize that Valentino was in Italy training with the academy boys while his brother – whose features were hurtfully similar to his– was here, right in front of Marc.

Maybe it was the injury. Maybe it was the need to believe it once more, maybe for the last time. He believed that Vale was here, holding his hand one last time. If he was here – that meant something, didn’t it? It had to. Vale never did anything without reason. He wouldn’t stop an academy training for no reason. So if he was here, he was still worth something. Right?

Maybe Luca had been right all those years. Maybe not everything was lost. Maybe this time it wasn’t Vale that drove them apart. Maybe it was his time running out that separated them this time. He could accept this fate.

“Marc! Fuck!” A thick Italian accent yelled at him. Italian accent. Blue eyes. Vale. He said that so many time with countless different emotion. His voice sounded strange, but he was also blurry so he didn’t mind. Marc didn’t even notice it actually. He felt dizzy but his happiness was outweighing it by far. He was just happy.

“-ale” His voice had failed him but he grabbed the hand that was still lingering around his wrist. He grabbed it tight, clawing himself in the skin with the little bit of physical strength he had left. He refused to ever let it go. He was holding it like an anchor, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Don’t worry.. Just focus on me. Focus on my voice and my hand. Okay? You feel my hand, right? Focus and stay with me”

He had lost the warmth and the love that these hands could hold once. He would never let it go again. He never wanted to lose it. He’d do anything to keep it. And now he was speaking so peacefully to him. His voice was worried and he just wanted to calm him. It was like years ago, before reality had destroyed him. But now reality wasn’t an issue.

Marc knew deep down in his bones that this injury was worse than anything. He thought about Marco Simoncelli. Nicky Hayden. Jason Dupasquier. Did they felt the same?

How had they reacted, looked in their bodies, unsure if they would open their eyes again or not. Did they even had the time to feel their souls slip?

He swallowed hard as his mind kept spinning. Vale had been right after all.

His riding got him here. Maybe he was dangerous. But this was just a stupid mistake, no risky move.

Still, his words were stuck in his head. It was like back then when Vale scolded him for riding dangerously and scaring him to death. “I’m not as young as you are anymore. You and those god damn kids will give me a heart attack before I’m 40 if you keep riding like that!” he had said, more scared for his safety than actually angry, not like a few months or years later.

Marc had just laughed. He now wished he had listen. “You love us” he had replied with a cheeky grin which earned him a warning look. The young Spaniard, barely a single MotoGP champion, had smiled innocently and took his face in his hands. “You are not that old” he had dismissed the comment, knowing Vale was still worried about their age difference.

He dead-panned with “I was riding in 125cc when you weren’t even in Kindergarden.” What the Italian didn’t expect was the way the eyes of the other man got a little bit wider and his smile dirtier. “That shouldn’t be as hot as it sounds” “You got daddy issues” “Maybe” he agreed “But you love me anyway and because I only ride risky not suicidal, you’ll have to deal with me for a long, long time, old man”

He had smiled at him. That wonderful, beautiful smile that had made him think everything might end up okay. “Good… Little brat.” “And your kids got the best rider to train them. They’ll be okay. I know you take good care of them” “Mmm… Can we stop talking about the bunch of kids I accidentally adopted when I want to focus on taking care of you?” he had asked sheepish and so he did.

Once more, the Italian took him back to the now. “Alex is calling help. You will get help. Everything will be okay.” He said.

Alex. How could he have forgotten the most important person in his life?

The past was behind him. But one thing would never change. He had to protect him. He promised it to himself. No one would harm Alex. Not even menatlly.

He’d be okay. He’d be alright. He couldn’t be so selfish and only care for himself now, thinking about past relationships when he needed to focus on getting back to his baby brother.

“Alex.” He choked on the little of breath he had. He focused, taking another breath as deep as possible. “Vale-“ At least he got his name now. What a kick of fear for his brother could do to a boy. “Pro- Protect- A-Alex”

That was the most important thing. And he was happy to entrust this task to Vale. He already took care of a bunch of kids. He knew what to do. He was an expert in handling adult men with the personality of a child. He would hopefully agree to add Alex to the mix. Maybe that wasn’t so bad. He could be with Luca.

There would no longer be those long breaks in between where the two lovers couldn’t see each other. It was perfect. Alex would be with Luca and Vale at the ranch. Alex got along with Franky very well, since their day’s as teammates in Moto2. Since the relationship with Luca, he had already befriended Bezzecci and Pecco. And from what he knew Cele and Andrea seemed like good guys. Without Marc in the equation he would definitely earn the hearts of the Italian fans.

Didn’t Franky mention that the academy took care of him when his father died? That Vale embraced him even more, connected with the grieve about Simoncelli. Maybe it was the same now. Vale taking care of Alex because of Marc’s-

He didn’t end his thought. The dizziness had stopped and his gaze became unbearable. He was tired. Fighting for words and consciousness while his mind was still racing had tired him out. His eyes had become smaller and smaller. He was still looking at Valentino’s eyes praying that those he loved would be okay. Then he couldn’t make out the silhouette of the Italian anymore

He fell into a deep darkness and drowned in.

[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Stuff for a Danyal Al Ghul au i haven't posted - Pit Beast Danyal

Damian, 13: Look, Danyal, -- I am so sorry for everything that happened between us in the League, I hope you can forgive me.

Danny, 10 (allegedly): (has been secretly plotting to murder Damian this whole time, is still gonna do it obvs, but is going to make it significantly less painful now)

Danny: I-- of course, older brother. :]

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Bruce: what do you have there, Damian?

Damian:

Danny: (a hulking 10ft pit beast standing beside him, growling idly with ram horns gouging out his eyes and a second set of horns jutting into the air, spines down his back, and a long, spiked tail with an animalistic, skull-like face)

Damian, who smuggled him in (they've made amends): a smoothie, father

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Damian: this is my little brother Danyal, i murdered him when he was five. He festered in rage for the last half-a decade, took over a League mountain base in Switzerland, murdered everyone inside and then tried to murder me when I went to investigate with Drake.

Danny: hello!

Damian: we're cool now

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Damian: thoughts on resurrection

Danny, (a full ghost): i will succeed in murdering you if you try it

Damian: we'll put a pin in it then

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Danny (still instilled with League values): why don't we just murder him??

Damian, on patrol (Danny followed him): we don't murder people, Danyal

Danyal:,,,,are you sick, Dami?? Have you been possessed? Why not!?

(There is raucous laughing through the comms)

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Danny, five, pre-death: Dami! :D

Danny, dead, vengeful: Older brother (:

Danny, post-forgiveness: Dami! :]

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For some actual context: Danny is fully dead in this au, its a result of the classic DPxDC Demon Twins "death duel" trope but instead of Danny getting revived, he stays fully dead. Danny was five, Damian was seven. His ghost lingered though, and due to the proximity of the pits his ghost steadily absorbed the ambient energy it was letting off. The pits are not corrupted ectoplasm in this au, it's just liquid ecto.

Which means Danny's corruption from an angry and hurt little ghost boy to an unrecognizable monster is from his own doing. It's a result of him stewing in his hurt and anger for years, it physically warped him. He's very powerful. Danny can travel between League Bases but chose a small, out-of-the-way base in the Swiss mountains to fester in and then just. Never Left.

His influence steeped into the very foundations of the building, allowing him to transform and warp the rooms and hallways for his own bidding, Meaning he could turn it into a seemingly unending labyrinth if he so wished to, and block the entrance.

Eventually, blinded (both metaphorically and physically) by his own rage, Danny grew powerful enough to appear physically in the living realm and attacked everyone in the base, slaughtering them all and leaving the base abandoned. He attacks anyone who dares enter -- whether that be other league members, or the unfortunate hiker who stumbled across the base. His conscious is steeped into every nook and cranny of the building, there is nowhere you can hide where he can't find. Nobody leaves without his explicit say so. Nobody ever does.

Him appearing as ten years old before Damian in the skits above is his own physical doing. First it was to prevent Damian from being suspicious of him. Damian initially thought Danny was revived with the pits, he was too busy with his own training afterwards to notice that Danny never showed up again, and when he did notice, he assumed it was because Danny was too ashamed of his loss to face him. He'd always forget to ask about him.

Then it becomes a personal choice to appear as ten. It's how old he would've been had he been alive.

danny forgiving Damian is kinda for an offshoot branch of the main au. Whereas the main au takes the form of a ps4 first person horror game where Damian and Tim are investigating the Base for Plot Reasons. There's no sign of the rumored "monster" living inside until the end, where Danny, who was found inside the Base and has been happily "helping" them look around, manages to persuade Damian into splitting off from Tim in order to "show him something."

This something turns out to be Danny revealing that he never really forgave Damian for that fight, and he reveals through a horrifying transformation, that he was the monster the whole time. Which the game subtly hints at throughout as Danny's strange behavior becomes harder to ignore.

First from his insistence to only refer to Damian as "older brother" (when before the duel he always called him Damian or Dami), to him right off the bat denying the existence of a monster when questioned. ("There's no monster here, older brother. It's just me.") To other various things, like his knowledge of the outside world not matching up to modern times or things going on with the league outside of the base, or what happened to the other league members.

This whole idea was inspired by the song "Scylla" from Epic the Musical, with Danyal being the voice of Scylla as well as Odysseus, while Damian stands as Eurylochus. The instrumentals after Scylla says "hello" is him turning into the pit beast, and Scylla's "drown in your sorrow and fears" part is danny, as the pit beast, snarling at Damian while he attacks him.

There's a Good Ending, a Bad Ending, and a True Ending. The Bad Ending results in Damian being killed by Danny, it happens when Damian decides not to question or suspect Danny and treats him kindly. The Bad Ending is a cutscene, where Danny kills Damian quick and painlessly.

Meanwhile the Good Ending is Damian killing Danny. This is a boss fight, and it happens when Damian treats Danny coldly and suspiciously the whole time. Danny as a result, decides to make Damian's death painful as he had planned to, which is why it's a boss fight because it only causes him to double down on his anger.

The True Ending is Damian escapes with Tim. It happens when you treat Danny warmly up until the last minute, where when Danny proposes to Damian that he wants to show him something, Damian goes to talk to Tim and finally, reluctantly agrees that something is off with Danny, and that he'll be careful going in. It starts off with the boss fight until a third through, where it then changes to a cutscene where Tim manages to get the door open and Damian escapes out. It's then a chase scene down a never-ending hallway as the building actively works to keep you trapped inside. But you eventually make it to the exit so long as you avoid all the projectiles and doors.

Remember when I mentioned that Danny only lets people leave when he wants them to? That's where the treating Danny kindly throughout the game comes into play. It causes him to second guess himself and, eventually, reawaken and strengthen the love and admiration he had for Damian prior to his murder. It's why in the Bad Ending he kills Damian quickly -- because by then, he loves him enough that he doesn't want him to suffer, but is still so consumed by his rage and need for vengeance that he kills him anyways. That quiet part is what allows Damian (and Tim) to find the exit, because some part of Danny still loves Damian enough that he wants him to live.

The True Ending ends with a cutscene of Damian and Tim tumbling out into the snow/grass outside of the base. Damian looks up back to the entrance to see Danny standing there. But rather than a ten year old boy, there's a little five year old Danyal Al Ghul instead. He stares at Damian emotionlessly, blood seeping from his chest, staining his clothes, and little, bloody sword in his hands and tearstains on his cheeks, before he turns away and disappears back into the building.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

john @ sam

[raayllum]

like truly two of the wildest viren-callum parallels are still, to this day

1) Viren’s re-birthday being Callum’s literal birthday because the story is just that insane about this foils bond

2) Viren and Callum both asking someone (Soren in 1x06, Rayla in 4x07) who’s sworn to protect the proposed target to kill Callum to keep things from tipping the wrong way

[pathologising]

sorry but I could never look at my own kids and be like "you owe ME" like I think if you do that you're a shitty parent

[jankwritten]

I will never be normal about Ox and Gordo’s relationship actually. Thinking about them makes me insane. Like imagine being abandoned by everyone you love everyone all at once they’re all dead or gone across the country or fucking banished to prison and they left you alone, ON PURPOSE, and you can’t do a damn thing about it because if you leave you abandon your home, their home, you lise what feels people you have left and is it even worth it when they left you so easily and

There’s a little kid hiding behind his fathers knees and he’s never had root beer and you watch him grow into this intense strange boy who doesn’t understand that his father isn’t coming home his father left him and god don’t you know how that feels and you watch him learn his way around a car and you remember the man who taught you who gave you a chance who listened when you said what was wrong and

He needs a job and you’re the only one who cares so you help, god, of course you help, you can’t let him or his mom lose what little they have left so you let him work for you under the table, he doesn’t need to but he demands it even though you paid off their debt as soon as he asked. It’s the money of those fuckers who abandoned you, anyway, and Ox needs it Ox and Maggie need it and

He’s everything to you he’s your son your brother your life and he’s fifteen and he’s your fucking tether, he keeps you human, and you think finally, finally you’re healing. You both had shit dads who dealt you shit cards but you’ve got each other and you don’t need anyone else and

Then they come back and it’s not for you. They come back and they don’t even speak to you.

But they speak to him. To Ox.

They need him. Just like they needed you when you were barely a teenager when your father leveled that town when he killed your mom when you had to become their witch because the pack needed it your Alpha needed it because Thomas-

But Ox chooses them, over and over. You try to make him understand that they’ll only use him and hurt him and he doesn’t care. He chooses them. The damned wolves.

Imagine the man you loved hated needed despised dies and his son makes every imaginable mistake and you follow him because he is your Alpha he needs you and you leave. You leave Ox behind and you hate yourself every day, for three years, you know how this feels you know exactly how this feels and it’s bitter in your throat because you hate him him Mark him for this choice you’ve just made and you understand and you hate it and it’s vicious and you can’t forgive him so how can you forgive yourself and

You come home and he’s not a boy anymore he’s not a kid but a man and he’s tall and strong and he’s the Alpha, somehow, and he doesn’t need you anymore.

But he forgives you. Easier than you’ve ever forgiven anyone in your life, he forgives you because he loves you and you love him and you came home.

[kkujo]

people who still think kira and josefumi are related are literally the stupidest people ever oh my god

[arise-for-turtle-time]

The dynamic in Rise between the rest of the team and Leo is. so fucking funny. Because like you've got these three extremely talented individuals who all seem like perfectly reasonable people at first glance, right, but then if you squint hard enough you realize they're actually all batshit insane (affectionate) and the clown boy standing behind them is secretly their common sense.

Clown boy will occasionally put himself and the others in danger to Prove Himself or Prove Someone Wrong (see Minotaur Maze and the movie) but like otherwise... i think people forget Leo's overwhelmingly the voice of reason in most situations?

Raph, Mikey, and Donnie are all incredibly powerful boys with very specific skill sets. They are also, as a direct result of this, the WORST decision-makers on god's green earth lmao. When presented with a problem, Raph will smash, Donnie will blow shit up, and Mikey will razzmatazz. They will all run straight toward death with the same oblivious enthusiasm of a dog about to run straight into a screen door. None of them realize this and all of them think they are Extremely Good At Problem-Solving.

And the guy cursed with the common sense to realize this is literally the LAST person anyone would expect.

When you look closely, the entirety of Rise is actually a chronicle of Leo trying to find new and creative ways to keep this team of superpowered fools alive while simultaneously white-knuckling his Cool Fun Guy persona so the others don't realize he's secretly the Boring Responsible One. Haha, you know what would be Cool and Fun, guys? Not going after the Spine Breaking Bandit lol. Getting home before the sun goes up lol. Evacuating that civilian lol. Not telling the guy dangling me off a roof "you won't, no balls" lol.

The sacred struggle of every iteration of Leonardo is thanklessly wrangling the most trigger-happy siblings in the world, and Rise Leo has not escaped it. He just does an occasional shenanigan to avoid detection and his brothers fall for it every time.