#yep they siblings

[churrorat-art]

Meg and Apollo from TYRANTS TOMB

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Without lighting cause I'm not sure which I liked more

[peachebo]

I remember I had a concept about alternative ending of sl where michael brings ennard home and jus lives very normal life with a killing machine...

also here's ennard with da cat

[eaissilyy]

Their gossip session is either about planning to kill you or just making fun of you falling to your death. (especially when you're fighting Margit and fell off a cliff. Just As Planned.) There is no in between.

(CALL ME A TRUE BELIEVER IN OMEN TWINS GOSSIP SESSION. THEY SAID THEY DON'T LIKE EACH OTHER BUT IK THEY CANNOT STOP YAPPING WHEN THEY MEET. THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERYTHING. I NEED TO LISTEN TO THEM YAPPING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.) hello back to normal bark bark.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x3 | 3x16 | 4x8

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

If Bountiful ever makes a single Brodcast confirming their alive I will find a way to move my entire can just so I can trace the message and in-exausthably incapacitate(kill) them

Saint: Bountiful is still alive.

Saint: It was just an Iterator called Sliver of Straw who died.

[therealmnemo]

misandry isn't real. transandrophobia isn't real. you're not oppressed for being men. please learn about anti-transmasculinity and how it partners with transmisogyny and how trans women would actually consider community with you if you realized we are all in this together and not spouting off mra shit.

[zeivira]

no rest for the wicked...

pls more

this shit is hilarious

like what are the others thoughts on this "illness" like garfiel, we've seen a bit of otto but i want more of him cuz he's best boi.

i imagine him going on full mama/big bro mood lmao

also that ficrec abt the crack fic by scissors? LMAO thx my parents knew im awake at 3am

point is

i like you now

so im gonna stalk- ahem- stick to you like a leach 🥺🌹

feed me more

The Cap’n's rule about everyone being strictly forbidden from watching him sleep—something about Garfiel being exactly like Rem but without pretty girl privilege—never actually stops the members of the camp from keeping an eye on him while the Cap’n's rests. 

The camp is nothing if not resourceful, and it’s not like they need to be inside the room when he’s sleeping to make sure he stays safe. Waiting a few feet away from the only entrance is just as effective. 

That's why when Garfiel smells a person approaching the Cap’n's room, during a time he knows he is asleep—they spent the last few days traveling to Pristella, like Hoshin traveled the desert to Banan after all—he rushes into the hallway and grabs the visitor's wrist right before it gets to knock at the Cap’n's door. 

"—the hell do ya think yer doin’?" Only after he finishes talking, under the dim hallway light of the mansion-like inn, he takes notice of the visitor's red, flame-like hair. A sharp horror, the one he had felt hours flooded through his entire body, as he realized whose wrist he grabbed. 

For a second, all is still. 

"Hello again, Sir Garfiel," the Sword Saint greets him, smiling as if they were pals and he hadn't evaded Garfiel’s senses and stopped his punch with a casual block a couple hours before. As if he weren’t the main obstacle between Garfiel and the title of Strongest. "I apologize if my presence alerted you, but all I wish to do is talk to Subaru." 

"W-well isn’ that convenient.  Anythin’ ya might need ta tell the Cap’n, ya can tell my amazin’ self instead." Big fat lie. There is a reason why the Cap’n is the Cap’n despite being borderline comatose and apparently not that much older than him. But Garfiel can’t trust anyone stronger than him, and as much as he hates himself for it…

The difference between him and Reinhard van Astrea is like a newborn Earth dragon and the Divine Dragon themself. 

His mere presence makes Garfiel's rawest instincts scream—tell him to either fight-or-flight. Garfiel doesn't want to be anywhere close to Reinhard, but much less he wants Reinhard anywhere close to the Cap’n when he sleeps. At least not until Garfiel proves himself a stronger shield than Reinhard. 

Even if the Cap’n is not defenseless—at least, not usually— he is useless while he isn't awake. And that means Galfield has to fight for both of them.

"I see," Reinhard's lips tilt downwards. "I do not mean disrespect, but what I would like to discuss would be related to something personal, unrelated to our respective camps..." 

Right. Garfield's eyebrow twitches. Right. The Cap’n said they were friends. 

"...the Cap’n's asleep," his voice sounds hoarse even to his ears. Maybe if he makes his tone drier than the Augura Sand Dunes, he can get Reinhard to give up and leave?

Reinhard's eyes widen. "Is that so. From what I gathered he mostly slept during the night." 

Garfield scowls. Of course the Sword Saint knew that much. "The Cap’n does, but he couldn' sleep during the trip, as we moved without pause, just like the Emperor of the Briar who never knew rest," Garfield crosses his arms. "So he is sleeping now and won't wake up in a while." 

"I see..." Reinhard says, and an uncomfortable silence falls between them. His gaze felt so heavy that if Garfiel moved carelessly, he wouldn’t know what his fate would b— "I wanted to ask about my father, actually—” Reinhard spoke up, breaking the silence. “I heard there were some issues close to Lady Priscilla's domain that involved Subaru and him." 

It takes Garfield a second to realize what he is talking about. His joy over learning the one and only Sword Saint's father was joining Emilia's camp to help Subaru stop the Argyle healer evaporated the moment his eyes actually lied on the man. After a couple days he just became Old Man, a skilled drunkard with a sob story, rather than a member of the family his mother used to read him stories about. 

"Issues,” Garfield snorts at Reinhard’s choice of word. “Tha's one way of sayin’ it." He makes a face. "Yeah, I was there too. The Old Man made us go lookin’ for a stupid chalice with the power to cure all sickness, but in the end it's only power w’s turning water into booze. Big ass let down." 

Reinhard’s shoulders sag. "So that’s what happened…” Reinhard’s eyes finally looked past Garfiel and looked at the still closed door, an unreadable thought reflected in them. “...I am glad father was with Subaru and you nonetheless. I can't imagine him taking another disappointment well..." 

How could any member of the group that went after the dumb cup not be disappointed? The chalice would have been able to cure not only the Old Man’s wife, but the Cap’n too. As the camp’s shield it’s his duty to protect everyone from everything—including hereditary diseases. When the Old Man mentioned the rumors, he was the first to tell Emilia they absolutely needed to go.

Still— the entire conversation leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The Cap’n was already carrying enough on his shoulder, with being the Hero that defeated the Archbishop of Sloth, the White Whale and the Great Rabbit— did he really need to trouble himself with family drama when the man ain’t even dead? “Why?” 

Reinhard blinks. “Well, it has been many years—” 

“—no, not that.” Garfiel’s scowl grows. “Why do ya need to imagine it? Yar dad’s alive, you could ask him.”

Reinhard just stares, before a bitter smile covers his lips. “Although true, my father doesn’t enjoy my company, so I wouldn’t like to impose myself when unnecessary.” 

But he is alive, is what he wants to say. “My mom’s dead,” is what he says instead. Because damn— he saw the Old Man, the even Older Man and him talk during dinner and how Ottobro almost lost his head trying to stop Old and Older from killing each other, right before Priscilla arrived saying this was the most amusing shitshow she had seen in weeks. The Old Man genuinely didn’t want to be with Reinhard and his dad.

But he is alive. All three of them are. They can talk. While Garfiel's mom is dead and gone and he can't tell her how much he loves her. "Just because your father is with us, and the Cap’n is strong enough to carry the weight of yar family drama, doesn't mean he should."

Reinhard's eyes widen again. "I—" 

"The Cap’n sleeps longer when he overworks himself," Garfield cuts, his words stronger than any punch he ever did. 

And Reinhard's mouth shuts with an audible click, expression shifting into one of horror— as it should. 

"He carries everyone's problems on his back— no matter how tired he is...!" He clenches his fists. "The Cap’n is so cool, cooler than the Sage and Reid! But precisely because he is like that is that we need to push ourselves harder. Be the people the Cap’n wants us to be, even if he is too shy to tell us. Because— because...!" 

“—will you two please SHUT UP?!" The Cap’n's door parts open with a bang, and the Cap’n appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes while scowling. “Some of us are actually trying to sleep around here!”

Garfiel rushes back to his room only minutes later, but also doesn't miss Reinhard walking in direction to the Old Man's room rather than the hallway he originally came from.

beta read by @daemonerik

[crownedinmarigolds]

Joaquin threw down the pipe, ignoring the loud clatter as he ran his hand over his chin, attempting to wipe off the debris. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. This bastard almost killed her for good. Any warmth he'd held for Raymond during their time together was extinguished the second Ray made the decision to hurt his sister. He knew he loved her even as a Leech, and yet he had staked her heart, doused her in gas, nearly set her on fire. He betrayed their friendship. If Noa had been set on fire, Joaquin would've jumped right onto her pyre with her. But not tonight, she was safe now. They would both get to keep going. Raymond Mulder was dead, head caved in and spirit long chased away so he couldn't watch over them anymore. Quino turned his head, Noa was face-down in a puddle of red and black blood mixed with gas and meat, the smell overwhelming. He stepped over Nythanel's body to reach her, hurriedly kneeling down to turn her over to face the light. The stake still in her chest, her eyes wide from shock. She wasn't moving, paralyzed from the injury. But she was alive, at least in the vampire way she was. Relief flooded his veins, his shoulders shook from the joy. "Fucking Christ Noa. Oh Noa." His voice was about to crack. Her lips were so red. He leaned down and pressed his own against them, her skin so cold. He didn't care about the mess, he only cared about her. Sister. My love. He didn't give a shit about Ray now. He never gave a shit about Nythanel. It was them against the world. Finally. He thought as one hand cradled her head like he used to when they were small, the other going to fondle her breast, the stake wedging between his thumb and forefinger and stopping his explorations. Just the two of us. ~~ A lil Joaquin POV from my write up of the worst day of Noa Hidalgo's life.

The world's worst brother/vampire hunter for a moment thinks he's a hero! Ick! (Don't worry, he gets some divine punishment~)

[wildlyfreemoon]

s3 ep 10 of twd -- daryl saving a family and killing a walker with the car boot door? yeah that was hot

[keeps-ache]

pals and other things :D

[smellpelt]

I did so many important things today I think I should get an award

[c0zyrainfall]

Losing it over Melinda canonically being a wingman for Damian lolll

[noscomnias]

"even though we may take different paths, i am... still his little sister."

[ostebee]

Sharpe and Hollow: gentlebugs, yet they're better not to be disturbed.

Lace and Hornet: gnarly sisters which way of saying "you're important to me" is trying to kill

Tiso and Ghost: WHO EVEN ALLOWED THIS TWO TO BE BUDDIES

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Derek + Putting His Arm Around Casey

[bloodwr4th]

kol mikaelson visual edit. mutuals may interact, personals dni.