#yes thats all my scouts so far

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Mercs x gn reader who’s blind? They’re not a fighter or something but they help around keeping the base in check or something, they have really good hearing.

Can tell the guys apart from their footsteps, even catching Spy off guard when they noticed him sneaking about.

One thing they want to familiarize with the Mercs are their face shapes. They may not see them with their eyes but they picture them to match their voices. GN Reader adores being around these noisy men.

TF2 Mercs with a blind reader (Most notably Spy..)

Warning: Brainless imbeciles

EDIT: I MISREAD THIS ASK IM SORRY THE BLIND READER IS A MERC AAAAAAA

Scout:

-He is wracked at first with the misinformation surrounding blindness. At first, he thinks your world is completely dark. Night-time type of darkness and you have no ways of seeing his shape whatsoever. Which might be half true for some of you, but imagine his awe when you look directly at him after being spoken to. You could hear this idiot nagging from a mile away.

- “Wait, so do you know i’m white?” “I’m blind, Scout. Not stupid.”

- He’s clearly been unsocialized to those with vision impairment. It shows in his borderline stupid behavior. Waves his bat in front of your face and then winces when you angrily grab it and yank it away from him. Thats when he discovers that blind people typically don’t enjoy that. Gee, you learn something new everyday!

- Runs really fast by you on the battlefield and your face follows the exact direction from where he came from to where he was going. He saw this for a split second and needless to say, he envies your heightened hearing. You had a mildly interested expression the entire time. As if trying to discern if that was an enemy scout or not. Hmm, no. It’s definitely your scout. Nobody else uses that pretentious ass expensive cologne from tuefort’s strip mall. You wanted to gag.

- You could hear him easier than any other merc. His footsteps were simply too evident and easy to identify due to the rhythmic fast-pace. Like an annoying fly buzzing past your ear. (In all honesty, you’re not too far off.) Scout gave himself away way too easily and it concerned you a bit.

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Soldier:

- “LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN I’M SPEAKING TO YOU, ROOKIE!” Soldier says confidently. You glare and say “Well I’d do that if I could see where your fucking eyes are.” aaaaand cue soldier’s immediate realization and instant guilt. These men seriously just speak out of their ass impulsively like babies.

- Bumps into you on accident in the hallway a few times and you certainly don’t need vision to know he opens his mouth in protest before immediately closing it and apologizing profusely for not being mindful enough toward your position. In fact this is beginning to happen a lot more than the other mercs for some reason.. The other ones EASILY move out of your way or make space politely. Yes, even Spy and Medic.

- You approach him one day; and you ask him if he might consider he has vision problems as well. Soldier quietly ponders the thought before audibly shrugging. You shake your head and ask him if he has any blurry vision, blind spots and whatnot. He mentions the top half of his eyes are pretty much dark. You blink for a second, then reach out to touch his head. Feeling something hard and metal.. You pull it off his head and he’s like “HOLY MOLY MARY MOTHER OF ROCKET JUMPING CHRIST! YOU FIXED MY BLINDNESS, PRIVATE! YOU MUST BE A DESCENDANT OF THE GOOD LORD JESUS!” Yes, it was his oversized helmet.

- You rub the bridge of your nose for a moment, utterly fucking tired and it’s not even ten yet.

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Demoman:

- SAME HAT! Sort of. Demoman is missing an eye, and his blind spot is annoying. You’ve both sort of unintentionally bonded over your poor eyes and after memorizing where his blind spot was, you make sure to walk up behind him in that exact area to startle him. Which usually results in both of you howling in laughter.

- You nervously ask demoman to be your eyes on the battlefield one day while anxiety is quite intense. Demoman shakes his head in irritation. “Ye do know I have horrible depth perception, everybody and der mother is movin at mach 10!?” and you respond “Great! We’re fucked.” You were indeed not fucked. Both of you managed to tough it out by ears alone. You make a great team and demoman is blessed to have you. You protect each other expertly.

- If you happen to have a white cane by any chance, prepare to do childish pretend sword battles with him during dinner time. Don’t worry, he’s using a broom. God knows that eyelander would actually try to kill you and everyone else in the room. Miss pauling is very displeased by your guys’ table manners.

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Engineer:

- You inspire him a bit. He was always a bit secretly doubtful of his own abilities after losing his hand in battle. It gave him a nagging insecurity that he’d fuck up in some way, or was no longer qualified due to his disability. You completely destroyed that insecure side of him. The way you effortlessly kill and complete your missions has made him feel better.

- You’re in his workshop one night, and you’ve memorized pretty much the entire layout of the room as this point. Minus maybe a few annoying bolts on the ground here and there that you dance over. You approach him and put your hands on his shoulder. Which he responds to by rubbing your left hand. “So uh, are you making some weird contraption that’ll fix my eyesight or something?” You ask as a joke.

- Engineer sounds offended by such a thing. “You don’t feel broken, do you? I’m not doing that.” He says sternly. “You’re not broken, Y/N. If you want I can make somethin’ partner but there’s nothing wrong with you and I don’t want you to feel that way. You’re no toy to be fixed so that everyone else is somehow comfortable! If ‘em boys are bothering you why I oughta—“

- You sigh in slight exasperation from the random dad rant but in the inside you’re thankful for his words. You hug him tightly in gratitude to shut him up and then feel a cold metal touch your arm. You look down, unable to discern the shape of the object. But it’s undoubtedly robotic-feeling. “Whats that?” You ask. Engineer pauses. Realizing he had taken his glove off. He realizes now’s a good time to remind you he’s on your side. He strokes you with his metal hand to soothe you. “Let’s just say we aren’t too different in some respects, sugar.” And his words is what makes you realize what it is.

- You drag the metal hand to your cheek and feel the cool claws against your skin. The thumb of the machinery rubs your chin.

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Heavy:

- He figures out you’re blind right away and he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. He finds everybody equally annoying, like I said beforehand. You’ll notice as aforementioned he moves out of your way in the hallway however and aids you around the building whenever you ask him. He seems to care.

- He asks you how big he is from your perspective. You can answer that pretty confidently. The truth of the matter is that he’s the most recognizable due to his large body, rumbling voice, and massive footsteps. He nods and slightly smiles with reassurance. Good. Even those with eyesight problems know he’s dangerous. excellent. Just the way he likes it.

- Heavy fully trusts in your abilities and makes no attempts to help you in battle unless you ask. He’s seen you bash heads in one too many times without much thought and it’s safe to say they made a great call hiring you. Clearly you don’t let being blind affect your work whatsoever. In a weird sort of way, he feels oddly proud of you but won’t ever voice it outloud.

- You save him from a Spy and this causes a distant, disheveled look in his eyes as you run off and he stops whirling his gun. It isn’t often his kindness is rewarded like this. (Also now he’s wondering if he should ask Medic to give him supersonic hearing.)

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Pyro:

- Pyro doesn’t realize you’re blind at all at first. It’s just not something they think much about when accessing new friends. His mind isn’t on scoping out their inherent “flaws” but rather scoping out how well you treat the others around you. Which is an odd thing for Pyro considering they’re quite content on vandalizing shit, disregarding people’s worldly positions and their feelings on it, and overall being an unforgiving nutcase who’d 100% bite off all the heads of their animal crackers and put them back in the box.

- Once they figure out you’re actually not here to cause damage, they seem to warm up fast. Pun intended. I think the moment they realize something’s wrong is when they silently point out a sniper around the corner with their pointer finger and you don’t even flinch. In their stead, Soldier audibly reminds you. This causes pyro to re-think how you might perceive some stuff.

- They begin to psychoanalyze you more out of habit. You seem to disregard a lot of certain visual stimuli in favor of sound. Without even asking you they figure out after a while that you’re blind and quickly adjust their behavior to better accommodate you. Instead of pointing at danger for example, they grab your hand and make you point at it… Which works, I mean. But he could just speak, y’know? It’s not like you can’t hear them better than anyone else over that gas mask.

- Pyro figures out how to convey signals to you without having to do the hard task of speaking. Two taps on your shoulder meant spy, one tap meant sentry around corner, and so on. Not only did this hide his intentions from the enemy team but helped you team up with them quickly.

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Sniper:

- Ugh.. Sniper is much like Scout in the sense that he has no clue how to respond to a blind person. He quickly assumes you’re inept at first and begins prioritizing your position on the battlefield more than anyone else. Shooting down key targets that get too close to you; or get in a quarrel with you. It’s flattering really but you can hold your own in a fight just fine. This is affecting your performance.

- You admittedly lose your mind and yell at him. But to be honest he had it coming with his stupid assumptions. Sniper doesn’t even complain nor move a muscle as you shout at him and storm off. He immediately feels regretful and tips his hat forward. Once again he’s lost another potential friend to his own behavior. “I was only trying to keep you alive.” He mutters to himself as he turns away. Unbeknownst to him, you heard it.

- Convinced, you sigh and walk back to him and run down the fact that you’re independent, and that you appreciated it but it’s important you complete things by yourself. Then you bitterly apologize for yelling at him. You could have swore you heard a soft “Sorry too…”

- This unexpected softness from a hard rough and tough guy like Sniper is what makes you reconsider him. He’s willing to fess up and apologize for having a bias. He just sucks at it. You forgive him hesitantly and you learn to not regret that later. Because he soon learns that you’re simply equal to all the other mercs and treats you as such.

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Medic:

- Come on now, really? He already has his hands on your medical history the moment you walk through the door. He doesn’t skip a beat whenever idly scanning for things he should keep note of. Medic never even asks you if you’re blind. He simply acts as though he’s always known. Opening doors for you, directing you if you truly need it. Aggressively shoving the other mercs out of the way to make way for you so he doesn’t need to tend to BOTH your wounds.

- At first you suspected him to go crazy over time and check your eyesight curiously like a wet specimen in a jar. But his indifference is.. Slightly unnerving. You decide to enter his office and hesitantly remind him that you’re blind. Because you genuinely don’t know at this rate.

- “So..?” He asks. Rather rudely at that. You want to exhale loudly in anger so badly. Why was everyone in this fuckin’ place so mean?? Medic takes his glasses off and readjusts the position of his desk papers. “Should I act upon this more and enforce more adjustments?”

- “No—“ You say slowly. “I didn’t know you even knew. Normally you’d go crazy with curiosity whenever someone is even mildly different than you in an attempt to understand them.” You tell him. This causes him to sort of put his fist to his lips and snort. Holding back a laugh. “What? You think I haven’t met a blind person before? You’re forgetting i’m a doctor. Plus that just means we’re safer with you around. I’d rather not be backstabbed a thousand times each round anymore.”

- Agh.. That explains it. That yellow folder on the table with the blurry photo of your image also explains it.

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Spy:

- FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- His poor pride is in pieces on the ground whenever you’re nearby. The other mercs can visibly see his fists clench into a ball and swear they see his eye twitch. Scout especially wonders if you’re going to be the one who finally blows his lid. Why? JUST WHY? Why can you hear him when nobody else can? He’s like a magician the way he disappears into the shadows. So why does it not affect you?

- He’s superior in every way and he knows it. So why is it whenever he’s lightly walking along the hallway to have a smoke break that you turn around and greet him? Truly, nobody else walks as gently and lightly as he does. His footwork to your ears is like a tiptoeing predator in the bushes the way he walks so slowly to achieve stealth. He freezes in place and grits his teeth everytime you do this… Then suppresses his own unholy wrath and stumbles away.

- .. You’re making him needlessly paranoid. He can’t work under these conditions. If you can sense him, then surely eventually the other team will? Congratulations on singlehandedly causing this old man work related silent panic attacks. His hair is falling out more than usual and he’s staring at himself in the mirror, with a dead gone expression. Staring into the void. He’s dissociating now.

- Tries to outsmart your own heightened senses in any way he can. The closest he’s gotten is maybe sneaking into your room while you were asleep to check your drawer and you woke up due to the sound of the drawer opening. After rolling around to face him, his cat-like eyes in the darkness disappeared as fast as they came in. WHOOOOSHHHhh went his cloak. You could even hear him tapping his watch in the process. Really, you didn’t understand how he was such a huge threat to the other team.

[bingusmode]

Smoke and the Stars

Spy x Reader

AN: In this story, your class name is Vet, short for Veterinarian.

Being elbow deep in Demomans organs was a bi-monthly activity Vet had to endure.

Not that she was complaining, once she got her first paycheck, she would do this every week if The Administrator asked. Her free hand reached up to swat the bottle of bourbon Demo was trying to pick up

“Stop that, At least wait until I get the new liver in”

“Aw, you’re no fun lassie,”

“You know what’s not fun? Liver failure”

Demo huffed and rolled his eyes as Vet slid the freshly sourced liver into place. Grabbing the Medigun above to seal the wound. Vet removed her blood stained gloves and handed Demo his well earned bottle.

“It would really help if you waited a few hours before drinking-“

“See you at dinner lass!”

He was already out the door. Vet sighed and cracked the bones in her sore back.

While she had gotten her degree in Veterinary Medicine, Miss Pauline assured her these men were close enough to animals. So far, she was right, Vet was sure that animals would leave less of a mess than her team did.

One of Medics spare doves cooed around her, hopping on her tool tray for attention. Vet smiled and rubbed the birds head with her finger

“Oh I know, I wish I could treat you instead.”

The dove cooed again before flying off to one of the many treat trays she had set around the operating room.

Vet opened the double doors out to the waiting room, going over her checklist.

“Alright boys, who’s next-“

Scout shoved himself infront of her before she could finish, trying to look sauve as possible with missing teeth.

Vet side stepped him and went about with her business. With Medic handling Heavy after an ubercharge gone wrong, she was left especially busy.

“Engineer?”

The Texan shook his head and leaned back in his chair

“Just came here for painkillers, arms been acting up”

Vet hummed and gave him a small RX bottle, moving down her list.

“Spy?”

Spy was something to say the least, she had never met someone so elegant and standoffish in her life, not to the mention his nasty habit of chain smoking.

Spy pulled away from his cigarette, letting the smoke spill from his lips.

“Trouble breathing,”

Vet did a double take

“You didn’t say that earlier?”

“I had an appointment with my tailor,”

Vet groaned, and motioned for him to follow her back into the operating room.

As she got set up again, she warily eyed the cigarette he held.

“Please put that out while you’re in here, trying to keep it clean”

“I know what Medic has in his fridge, and it’s not clean at all”

“I’m not Medic,”

Spy put out the cigarette anyway, standoffish? Yes, but a gentleman first.

With the Medigun positioned, and his suit unbuttoned, Vet got to work.

“You wouldn’t have trouble breathing if you didn’t smoke”

“Do you harass all your patients like this?”

“Only the fun ones,”

She smiled warily at him, Spy could see the exhaustion etched permanently on her face. He knew this was adding onto her pile of never ending work, but addiction is hard to break.

“It’s my escape, how else do you expect me to put up with Scouts insufferable antics?”

“Ignoring him like I do”

“You have more patience than me,”

Vet carefully removed one half of a blackened lung, quickly going to search the fridge for a fresh lung

“Thats the first ever complement you’ve given me, I’m honored Spy”

“It was an observation, not a complement”

“Keep telling yourself that”

The conversation slipped into comfortable silence. Spy closed his eyes and relaxed while she worked, he would never admit it. But he preferred her work over Medics, maybe it was her gentle touch rather than Medics harsh treatment. Or the rare moments of quiet she offered compared to the rest of the base.

It was almost like he could let his guard down, almost.

“Done.”

Vet closed him up and repeated her cleaning process, Spy’s fingers immediately found a cigarette and lighter.

“Absolutely not,”

Vet snatched the lighter

“No smoking in here, anywhere else sure, but I told you not in here,”

Spy admired her tenacity and unwillingness to back down, it made for interesting conversation. Another rare find throughout the base.

But still, he rolled his eyes and made his way to the exit. Vet right behind him to bring in her new patient.

“You’re work is always appreciated Doctor, but I’m afraid your insight will be ignored”

“Nicotine patches are a thing-“

“Nicotine patches don’t have elegance,”

He held out his hand for his lighter snd Vet reluctantly dropped it in.

“Being healthy is elegant. I just want the best for you boys”

Spy came to the conclusion Vet was a wonderful Doctor, but would make a terrible Spy. Always so open and honest, her emotions worn on her sleeve and ready to help at a moments notice.

Spy nodded at her before making his exit, momentarily considering her words.

But the lighter still flicked on and smoke once more filled his lungs.

Vet watched, a disapproving look on her face.

Scout tried to approach again but was shoved out of the way by a frantic Pyro. Holding up a stuffed animal with a tear in it. She knew she still had a long day ahead of her.

Weeks later, Spy found himself on the rooftop of TwoFort. Taking a drag of his comfort while looking up at the night sky. Vet was right, this was a nasty habit, but damn if it wasn’t warning him from the inside. It seemed like she was on his mind more and more nowadays.

Spy hated it, he hated feeling distracted, he hated how he wanted to talk to her and be in her presence.

He chalked it up to finally having worthy conversation partner, nothing more, nothing less.

“Mind if I join you?”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear

Vet closed the roof door behind her, dressed in more casual clothes that Spy hadn’t seen before.

Giving her a once over, he decided that it was a good look for her. Something that she would wear more often in her down time.

“Please, by all means,”

To his surprise, she took a seat right next to him, not complaining about the smoke

“No condescending comments today about how cigarettes are ruining my lungs?”

“I can’t make you stop, and this isn’t the operating room. I don’t like it, but you can do what you like,”

He considered for a moment putting it out but quickly disregarded the thought.

“What beings you up here in the night? Not pulling an all night are you?”

Vet chuckled and shook her head, opting to lean on the railing.

“No, just couldn’t sleep, how about you?”

“Wondering why I ever took this job”

“I thought it was the pay”

“No amount of money could pay me to deal with some of our colleagues”

Vet nodded and looked up at the sky

“I can relate, but if you left. Who would entertain me?”

Spy barked out a laugh and rolled his eyes

“Surely I am not your first choice of company”

Vet shrugged, lazily looking over at him

“You’re quiet, I like quiet. Let’s me clear my head and just exist for a moment”

Spy’s fingers twitched, something foreign rising in his chest before shoving it back down again

“Then you are most certainly foolish,”

“I don’t think I am, I think you’re just used to being alone,”

How could she say that so causally? This would be a borderline declaration of love where he was from. But this was just how Vet was, always upfront and truthful.

“I prefer solitude,”

“Then why are you still talking to me?”

“…you are an exception,”

Spy refused to make eye contact with her, looking out into the desert. But Vet didn’t mind, she didn’t need to see his eyes to know his sincerity.

She didn’t press him about hie comment, something he was grateful for. Instead they spent the hours in the rare quiet, basking in each others company and the stars.

Smoke was everywhere, Vet couldn’t see anything but smoke. Wheezing, she stayed close to the ground, trying to find her way out of the burning inferno.

She could hear the screams of Sniper and Scout burning. The hot cement burned her skin, embers eating away at her slowly. Vet knew the opposite Pyro was coming for her next, but she couldn’t leave fast enough. The smoke entering her lungs and weighing her down. She was so tired, she just wanted to sleep.

Vet closed her eyes and rested her head on the floor, ignoring the pain going up her cheek.

She assumed the footsteps behind her was the Pyro coming to finish her off. A hand grabbed at her, pulling her up with little hesitation.

Fingers snapped in front of her face, trying to get her to focus.

“Vet? Vet! Answer me!” that lovely French accent flooded her thoughts. But she could only moan in pain.

Spy swore and swiftly supported her weight, trying to get her out of the smoke filled barn. He had never seen her like this, so hurt and so vulnerable. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t panicking.

Spy couldn’t ignore the tightness in his stomach and the growing dread in his heart, not this time. He was able to ignore every iota of emotion towards Vet up until now, now she was badly hurt. This wasn’t how he imagined his first time holding her, but he couldn’t think on that now.

“Come on Mon Coeur, just a few steps forward”

“I can’t-“

“You can, don’t say such a thing”

He picked up his space, offering her rare words of encouragement while he navigated their escape. Heavy was able to hunt down the Pyro while Medic treated Vet. Spy watched on, making sure the wounds healed.

Whether she knew it or not, Spy dedicated himself to her safety from then on. Of course, she could still Respawn, but he would rather see her unharmed rather than see her suffer from the hands of combat. This was how he showed his dedication and loyalty, and Vet knew it. It was something understood between the both of them.

“Out late again?”

Spy heard the door of the roof shut, a sound that brought him comfort now.

“The stars require my company Mon Coeur,”

“The stars aren’t the only ones”

Vet took her usual spot next to him, just a few inches of space between the two.

Spy put out the cigarette he had lit just moments before, waving the smoke away quickly before it could reach Vet.

Vet didn’t say anything about it, she just smiled.

“Are you ever gonna teach me French?”

“There is no such time to learn the complexities of my language with our occupation”

Vet hummed snd looked up at the sky, moving a little closer to him.

“That’s a shame, you speak it so beautifully,”

Spy had long given up at the suppressing the warmth in his chest that she brought him, it was his new addiction.

“Another day Mon Coeur, I promise you”

Vet nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder, the both of them looking up the stars.

The two fell into their familiar silence, they could have spoken more but they didn’t need to. Spy already knew how he felt, and Vet knew it too. She always had.

[infamous-if]

Hey, Is our bands name "Infamous" or can we choose ourself? I really like the idea of naming a Band "OverRated" just imagining going on stage and screaming "WE ARE OVERRATED!!!!" and everyone cheering. It's the kind of thing I find funny.

Anyway I like the characters so far, they have me all intrigued, I marked Seven with a big X bc I'm a sucker for enemy to lovers trope. Do you have any fun facts for our bandmates?

lol thats so funny and yes, you can choose the band name yourself. My friend has plans to call them "THE BAND"...just the band. So when they get introduced, "give a round of applause to the band!"

fun facts...

G: has a tattoo on the bottom of their foot of a cartoon cat sticking the finger lmao they also have one in the inside of their bottom lip that just says their name, they're very unserious (shouts to my sibling who has a tattoo in her inner lip lol)

G is also banned from a bar called Peekmans because they kept jokingly (and drunkenly) suggesting putting glory holes to the boss and the boss got so irritated by their persistence (they would find a way to slip it in any conversation. literally every one) that they just told them to never come back

August: August finds comfort in their headphones and they've had it for years and it only barely works. There's been multiple instances where someone walked in on them slamming their headphones against the wall and being like "???" only for August to put it to their ear and say "yeah, works now" and walk away

Victoria got scouted to model when she was getting groceries with her mom. She was around 16. At first she thought it was a scam but went through with it and the rest was history.

One of her biggest and most consistent rumors is that she isn't a natural redhead? She's threatened to show them the carpets match the drapes but obviously her team is like "absolutely not" (G finds the prospect and the fact that it bothers her that much hilarious))

Sebastian: Sebastian failed his driving test 6 times. cried actual tears of joy when he passed on his 7th. Also, he and his girlfriend at the time conceived Maya the same night he lost his virginity. talk about bad luck. (the fact that he had a baby before getting his license is a reoccurring joke between him and Maya)

Seven: Seven's favorite bands are Rancid and The Clash (they also secretly love like top 40s pop but their mUh ImAgE). When Seven was in the band with MC, they sucked really bad at the guitar. Now, they're pretty good in their new band, but they still don't do it often since their guitarist is miles better.

they can also play 'twinkle twinkle little star' on the piano and they're very proud of that

Orion: Orion used to work for a very popular record label before he saw MC's band and quit on a whim after the record execs said MC's band doesn't have the 'it-factor' Orion believes otherwise. He's very athletic and wakes up at five for a run and drinks those nasty egg yolk and blended food shakes. Terrifyingy disciplined man.

[c-kiddo]

oh ye, thats good. i jus try be polite since its harder to read tone on the internet and also people can get defensive about music. im vry much the kind of person who doesnt care if people dont like my music (because i like it sm) so i like talking about what i dont like too. fun to analyse and talk about, but its hard to describe what im looking for because idk technical terms much lol .

fave musician for me rn is mount eerie/the microphones (same guy just different projects) super obsessed rn with his stuff. like sm. one of my main over-and-over songs at the moment is a 44 min autobiography song he did and i love it sm. apart from that i kinda go through a bunch of songs over and over but uuuuh lemme think. on repeat recently is: the barrel - aldous harding, woman king EP - iron & wine, black wooden - mount eerie, shivers - julia jacklin (this makes me go craaaazy), pua - dengue dengue dengue, UFOF & not - big thief, microphones in 2020 - the microphones, volcanologie - karl blau & geneviève castrée, huge fire - mount eerie. . bunch of stuff i dont remember

frightened rabbit, aldous harding, ô paon, diane cluck, sóley, múm, mariee sioux are all good. frightened rabbit's been a fave since i was 12. also meaning to listen to more black belt eagle scout because i like some of her songs ive heard so far + she's touring w mount eerie

[haeroniel-doliet]

Bonus content for dinluke big bang pieces pt 3!: enjoy this timelapse of the process for the chapter 7 piece. This is mostly for the curious/myself for future reference, more thoughts and details on my process below the cut!

So glad in hindsight that I turned on the recordings because I genuinely think looking through these videos and commenting on them in between finishing pieces has actually really helped me refine things and improve!

This one I think is the least messy overall since the goal has been pretty clear since the beginning and it had much less intense of a background

We started brainstorming this before even the chapter was written! How exciting to have been part of a project where I actually got to work with an author and collaborate on the vision for a scene in their story

Hence the multiple little key frames to figure out what kind of story is being shared (also for future ref, definitely should do those kind of thumbnails more often to flesh out the composition early on

Had an awful time trying to draw Dins face honestly it is rough (I know his face is so nice and unique hence so hard to get right) Feel free to skip to about 0:35 to skip the worst of the somewhat cringey struggles.

I had a big issue constantly feeling like Luke was so stiff and sometimes doll like sometimes just so unemotive. Hence in between trying to go for an extra soft and emotive face that eventually I thought was just too extreme (like also figuring out that Din isn't concerned/scared here, but happy with a smidge of bittersweet reserve

It's honestly wild looking at the end result beside this, I had many a point I had no idea how this would turn out in the end!

Note I finally got to trying to colour them in and colourpicked from the previous piece for luke (far too pale for the setting here!) My boys been in the sun now, in the beginning being pale made sense he was also losing blood yknow

Really painted din too tanned to start with thanks to having the reference pics for these both be wildly over exposed for luke and in a lot of shadows and yellow lighting for din (and he wouldn't be so tanned having hid under a helmet for so long right?) So I spent a good bit of time adjusting them to fit slightly dimmed and shadowed outside light and not be so wildly overly contrasting to each other

And overall trying to add more colour variety! We're not in the cave anymore where everything was dulled

The tarp was giving me a bit of a nightmare until I remembered I can just reference basically the tarps i've slept under in scouts so often! No need to make it anymore complicated and it's so cozy (just had to fanangle it so it showed enough of their faces while still cozy and sheltering)

Almost had another nightmare with the forest but then figured it really doesn't need to be more than a suggestion and went with the whole lens blur effect (the boxes kind of suck but they do their job and yes I painted them mid committee meeting that I was definitely caring a lot about)

Finally rain and other little details, some little things I was left thinking I could do better even more refined even more clean and better but just. honestly? I was done and any further tiny editing would only ever be noticed by me and this was good enough and it was time to let it be done, don't you agree?

Fun fact I think this had made me realize you know, it looks like mine, this looks like I made it, maybe it means its in the style I have now maybe? It's not photo realistic and its not meant to be, it looks like the best I myself can do this moment in time

Alright future me: A reminder that this isn't perfect but it's a genuine big achievement. Finishing all these three with the level of ambitious detail and background you set out to? and only being almsot 1 week overdue on the final one? Thats impressive that's more than i've ever done, digitally especially. This is an achievement and I should be proud! Hopefully I remember to learn from these successess and stop spending forever agonising over little details so much so that it's not fun anymore (a little agonising is okay otherwise I'd have been okay with those multiple failed faces etc) but that taking the pieces from sketch/lineart to this? not even perfect paintings like the super talented people but even still much more engaging and interesting and complete looking. I can do it! And hopefully I can do more like this in the future for myself because being this proud of myself is worth it.

[elgringo300]

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Nature is healing, sunrise, cool dice (how was the boat trip?)

My toxic trait is I think my boy scout training would be sufficient in a societal collapse, which, to the other side of my brain, tells me I would die immediately in an apocalyptic situation. But yes, lets go hiking! (and thank you for calling me kind soul!)

I used to be a really good morning person! Back in like middle and early high school. Now I'm a night owl, I don't know what happened. I moved to a new high school and my body's circadian rhythm just flipped. man I am trying so hard to do everything right. and yet the horrors. Indeed. Water is great - I am a frequent bathroom enjoyer in college

Nerds rule the world! I have some pretty cool red socks so thank you. Boat trip was fun and awesome and I have a really cool tanline where my watch is. If you've seen the recent post I made about dealing with people (everyone is trying to be a good person etc) I wrote that based on my experience with the other people in the boat.

There were a couple people in the same watch as me who would consistently shit-talk the skipper of our boat. Some of their complaints were valid, but I think they read way too deep into those and were looking for things to complain about. I listened to them and tried to see where they were coming from, and tbh I could! But if they had tried to see things from a more forgiving and adapting attitude, they would've had a far greater time, and the skipper really didn't deserve all that. I think he was trying his best, for a fairly old dude.

The one fair complaint I truly agreed with the others about was when the skipper decided to dump our waste inside an area you're legally Not Supposed to Do That, which... as a guy at a military college I understand both sides of This Rule Is Stupid So I've Elected to Ignore It as well as Follow The Rules Because You Haven't Thought Of Everything You Idiot so. I'm on side Follow The Rules but I get it.

The sailing was fun too! Its louder inside the sailboat than outside of it because the ropes bang against the hull and you can really hear that. It sounds so incredibly loud inside if its windy outside because every rope flying around sounds like a gunshot or like something metal snapped, and then you go up and "well its windy but the ropes sound normal". We got a little unlucky because there was just very little wind most of the way up and back down, to the point where we used our motor more than half of the way to stay on schedule. Most of the time the biggest problem was how sweaty I got when trying to fall asleep (which was very - boat can get pretty stuffy inside).

At one time though the wind was so strong we were at a 20-30 degree angle constantly - and that was with a reef taken in the main (that means we lowered the mainsail a little bit so that it was smaller and would catch less wind - you can take 2 reefs in the main at most). It took actual skill and positioning to get dressed for my watch because you could not rely on the floor to not throw you against the wall as you were taking off your shirt. And when we tacked (meaning we turned so the wind was coming at us from the other side) it was so violent! We had to secure everything to make sure it wouldn't fly off the counters when we turned. Its hard to explain but whenever you tack and especially when you gibe, when the wind passes the midpoint and catches the sail it can really just seize the boat and what was a nice measured turn suddenly turns into a loud, hard spin. At least thats what it feels like. Whenever you tack or gybe thats a minimum of 90 degrees change of course.

I think thats long enough of a post for now, but thanks for asking! If you want more sailing trivia just let me know - I learned so much in such a short span of time I can probably pull bits and pieces out of my brain for days.

Thanks for the ask!

[sekhisadventures]

The Characters That Never Were

So, a fun little thought I had a bit ago. While there's a good few characters in Adventures in Azeroth, these are FAR from the only ones I've ever come up with for this story! Truth is, I've had a lot of older characters in the past that I've wanted to add into the story but I wound up not doing so because they just didn't fit, or I didn't know what to do with them, or the role they would have filled was already taken by someone else, or something.

Sometimes they'll make cameos in the story as background characters, but more often than not they'll just get put in the pile with the other failed ideas.

So here is my big collection of characters who didn't make the cut!

Touran Sharpvolt, Mechagnome Survival Hunter

Touran is actually one of my earliest WoW characters, originally seeing existence as a gnomish warrior during the earlier days of WoW. My concept for him as a mechagnome was that he'd been horribly injured during the opening of Legion and left helplessly crippled, but after Erazmin and people of Mechagon joined the Alliance he would have found Touran and others like him and offered to 'repair' them. If an arm is destroyed, he could replace it with cybernetics after all!

Touran was basically the Six Million Gold Gnome. A combination of Robocop and Inspector Gadget... but the thing is character wise he basically was just a less destructive and greedy version of Grimo and, well, yeah... it just wasn't interesting to write about a less bonkers Grimo!

Semidali Smouldersoul, Dark Iron Fire Mage

Semidali was going to be an antagonist during Dragonflight. A Dark Iron who remembered how powerful they had been under Ragnaros and longed to regain that power. Yes they were slaves, but they were slaves to an Elemental Lord (and that came with a few perks.)

She was going to join the primalists and I even tried to work her in (she was the dark iron woman leading the assault on the Reliquary's landing site in Landfall!) but I had several magic using antagonists at that point and it felt like overkill so I quietly removed her from the story. Sorry Semidali! Maybe next time!

Acheri Darkspark, Gnomish Frost Death Knight

Imma be honest, I just really wanna put a dang gnome in this story. They're neat.

Sadly, I can't come up with a good concept for one that doesn't wind up being "Grimo but less bonkers!" Acheri had begun life as a member of an Alliance scouting expedition to Northrend before King Varian had authorized full military action against the Scourge who Arthas made an example out of by sending Sindragosa to completely obliterate her camp.

The Necromancers of the Scourge would have found her, flash frozen and stone dead from the frost wyrm's breath, but with that breath now trapped inside her form. They would have seen her as a potential weapon and brought her back as a death knight, using that piece of Sindragosa's icy breath inside her to kill Arthas' enemies.

... but eh... grimdark is a bit bleh to write, and Mola'raum is already a good Death Knight character for me to do... so Acheri felt like a third wheel.

Michuh of Zandalar, Zandalari Survival Hunter

Michuh is one I wish I would have found a spot for, but I just couldn't make it work, which is a pity because I still really like the backstory I came up with for him.

He started out as an orphan who escaped an attack on his village by the blood trolls of Nazmir, wandering into the territory of the Loa of the Hunt, Kimbul.

Rather than kill him, Kimbul had his followers take him in and raise him to live in the wilds, and he would have become a dino tamer who followed the Loa as his patron.

... but, well, thats as far as the idea got. Interesting character... but what to DO with him?! I just couldn't think of anything... so I sadly had to put him out to pasture.

Annulus, Night Elf Shadow Priestess

Hold up, I hear you say. Isn't Annulus the void creature that made Sam into a ren'dorei, I hear you say.

Yes indeed, but she was originally going to be her own character! I had an idea for a priestess of Elune who lost her faith when Teldrassil burned and wound up embracing the voice of N'zoth and forsaking the moon goddess... but... well...

As I said with Acheri, grimdark stuff is really bleh to write.

I already have a really good night elf perspective on the War of Thorns with Shalandrae! I don't NEED another one!

Yep, sometimes a character winds up just being redundant, which is what the original Annulus was... but the idea of a void-corrupted elf was too fun to discard entirely, so she wound up becoming the being that bound itself to Samantha and turned her into a Void Elf!

Odakota, Tauren Protection Paladin

I actually whipped this guy up during the Mists of Pandaria Remix event (hence why the background is in Pandaria) but... well... I just can't make him work.

The concept is that he'd be a total himbo (himbull?) A big loveable beefcake who happened to know Nitika as a kid.

The problem is, thats all he'd be. A joke character. I've got plenty of characters who can be funny AND dramatic, but this one would just be the former and I feel like I'd run out of things to write about him rather fast.

Sorry big guy.

Aventurine, or Ven, Earthen Monk

This is how my creative process tends to go when it comes to my characters:

Step 1: "HOLY SHIT I JUST HAD THE BEST DAMN IDEA FOR A CHARACTER EVER!" (insert sound of frantic keyboard clacking here)

And then it goes one of two ways.

Step 2-a: "Okay so I can work them into the story here, and they can fill this role and expand the story in this way. This'll work great!"

or Step 2-b: "... what the flip am I going to do with them? (Character) already fills this role, they'll be a third wheel and I'm running a bloody Tire Discounter's here with all the wheels I got."

Sadly, thats what became of poor Ven.

I got all excited for the character idea, rolled her, got her to 80, even paid Blizz sixty bucks so I could catapult her to Khaz Algar... but... then what?

The concept is that she's a newly awakened earthen with no memories who gets befrended by Jaie, introduced to Ayesa Cloudsinger and Ji Firepaw, learns the ways of the monk, and discovers Jaie's own passion for cooking... then decides she wants to do that, but for earthen and becomes a Jewelcrafter.

Thing is... Jaie is already a jewelcrafter, a chef, and a monk. The only difference besides species and backstory is that Jaie is a brewmaster while Ven would be a windwalker.

So... yeah... third wheel. I wish I would have realized this BEFORE I bunged Blizz the money for an insta-70 token! (This is why I don't let myself play Genshin Impact anymore.)

Sorry Ven. We hardly knew ye...

And thats all for now. There may be more in the future, but for now these are the ones who simply didn't make it into the story.

[yuritrashforlife]

Started bang dream and yuri’s dumb luck strikes again

[hxney-lemcn]

No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: Reader stumbles on a strange book vendor and meets someone new.

tw: none

a/n: I have a few things to say. 1. I try to keep my fics inclusive (I was really shit at that before), so when I write the reader flushing, I mean they feel their cheeks warm up, doesn't mean that you can see it (it depends on the reader). 2. I haven't finished the fic yet, this is kinda a teaser (yes I have so far written eleven chapters, so don't worry, I'm almost done). but thats all, enjoy reading!

wc: 0.6k

Chapter One

Master List

Walking through the market, people were shouting about their wares everywhere. I looked down at the list my parents gave me. I need to get some nightshade next…

I looked around for a stand that sold tea. Instead my eyes landed on a stand selling books. I felt drawn to it, so I decided to check it out. Walking over, no one really seemed interested in the books. Looking closer they were...were these restricted books? Why are they selling these out in the open during the day? Shouldn't they be a part of the night market? I looked around, in case an Emperor coven scout thought I was up to no good or something.

Seeing as no one seemed suspicious of me, I looked back at the books. Flipping through one I noticed it was about the savage ages and about wild magic. The pictures of old magic and creatures and traditions...it honestly seemed interesting.

"Good eye," The vendor said. Their cloak obscured their face, but I could still see their sharp teeth showing from underneath. "All of these are rare books, for...collectors."

Red flags were going off, my anxiety coming full force. Was this a sting operation to find witches who are interested in wild magic? Am I in trouble? This all was sketchy as hell.

"I uh..." I slightly stuttered.

"I like you kid," The vendor said, all I could stare at were those sharp teeth. "I'll give you a discount, 30 snails."

That was the price of a regular book. Well I guess this isn't just a regular book. But the discount seemed like this really was a sting operation.

"That's an interesting book," Another more boyish voice spoke up. Turning around I felt my eyes widen. Only to see...another kid. Oh.

He had blond hair that was slicked back (though a strand hung over his forehead). He also had these magenta eyes that I've never seen anything like with dark eye bags. He had a scar on the right side of his cheek and part of his ear was clipped almost. He honestly looked like he's up to something.

But my moms taught me better than to judge someone on their appearance. But this entire situation is just...off.

"It does look interesting," I agreed. "But my moms wouldn't want me coming home with something that could get me in trouble with the Emporer's coven."

"Smart," He nodded.

"I just wish learning history wasn't something to be looked down upon," I mumbled, mostly to myself but I could tell that he heard. "Just because I read about something doesn't mean I'm going to participate in it. I've read horror books with murderers, but I'm not a murderer now."

"That's...true," He agreed, hand under his chin like he was thinking deeply. "Maybe you should get it then."

I looked up at him suspiciously, "I mean...is it worth being sent to the conformatorium though?"

"If you keep the book hidden..." He trailed off.

"Are you trying to set me up or something?" I asked straight out.

"Wh-wha?" He exclaimed wide eyed. "No, no of course not!"

I stared at him for a few seconds with squinted eyes, then looked down at the book. After a few seconds I decided 'screw it, it's just a book'. Giving the vendor my money, I put the book in a satchel that I was carrying.

"Uh...nice meeting you?" I said to the guy with a slight questioning tone.

I waited for a reply as he seemed to be having a dilemma, but I really needed to finish this grocery shopping, and I spent enough time at this book stand.

'Maybe he's not going to reply,' I thought and slowly turned around, still giving him a chance to say something.

"N-nice to meet you too," He settled on, and I waved before walking off.

Next Chapter →

[widow-maximov]

Hello, I would like to request a wandanat x reader where reader is on a mission with Pietro (he is alive in this story) and something goes wrong, causing reader to get stuck under rumble or something like that. Wandanat are informed and they rush to the scene, all angsty 'you can't die blah blah and the manage to free reader but whether they live or die is up to you. Thank you, and if you cant write this thats fine

Honestly yes, this whole idea is just good... hehe

Last breath

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst :3

Summary: Missions with your best friend always end in success but what if one fails, how will your girlfriends react?

Word count: 3k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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To those who experienced death always say life is precious which they aren't wrong, you always lived by the moment until that one mission..

But let's side track a little bit..

You always were a thrill seeker, doing things like sky diving, bungee jumping and even cage diving with sharks so joining Shield wasn't surprising at all, you went out on all missions.

Which was something the Avengers noticed along with your dedication to be the best, they took you in and you fit in like a glove. Even though you were quite adventurous, your personality was the opposite.

You were shy whenever you were new but as soon as you got used to your surroundings, you was able to express yourself more to which is why Natasha and Wanda took interest in you.

You were loved by most of the team, the rest were natural towards you but there was one person on the team who adored you; Pietro Maximoff, the racer, the other twin is what everyone referred to him but he was your best friend.

You would consider him as brother but the fact that you were interested in his sister would be slightly weird. He always encouraged you to talk to Wanda but it wasn't just Wanda that you liked, when he found out the constant bullying started.

You wouldn't mind until the two redheads are around and he makes a joke that you can understand but somehow you'll be convinced that they understand and it will be awkward.

But this time you were going to ask them out even if you had no idea if they felt the same, you took a deep breath as anxiety slowly creepy up, you never was nervous so this says something.

As soon as the pair walked in, you looked over at Pietro to which he instantly put his hands up in defeat with a innocent smile across his lips.

You mouthed "I'm watching you" to him which caused him to laugh slightly, he nodded and continued to make his sandwich as he observed you.

You walked up to them with a nervous smile, Wanda returned the smile whilst Natasha observed you as if she was reading through you "Wanda Natasha heyy"

Natasha couldn't hold back a smile "Hello Y/n, is everything okay?"

"Is my brother annoying you?" Wanda questioned right after Natasha.

You nervously laughed "Oh no, he is being bearable today and yes everything is okay"

You rubbed the back of your neck "I came over here because I wanted to ask something"

They both looked at each other and simply shrugged as if to say that they don't know what you are talking about, they nodded and you continued "I wanted to ask the two of you out on a date- But it's okay if that's something you're not okay with!"

You were quick to reassure which made Natasha smirk at your nervous, they both had the same thing on their mind; To agree.

They both took your hand which made you look up "We would love to go out with you on a date"

Natasha nodded to agree with Wanda and that's when your smile grew wide "Really?"

Wanda nodded "Yes, we were waiting for you to do that for a long time дорогой (Darling)"

Pietro from the other side of the room dropped his sandwich at the sight "Get it girl!"

You looked over at him and gave him a confident smile to which he smirked and put his proud face "I did this" He looked over at Tony as he pointed towards yous, Tony rolled his eyes but had a small smile across his lips.

That's basically how that went, they were always fascinated by you but never made their move because they were slightly afraid you would end up rejecting them but turns out they were wrong...

That one mission that you thought was nothing but easy, despite being told to take more people with you, you were stubborn and didn't agree because you were confident that you and Pietro will take on anything, and even if you were right; You miscalculated one move..

Everything was going smooth, you and Pietro managed to convince everyone including your girlfriends that you would be fine, despite the gut feeling telling Wanda to go with you, she trusted you.

"Promise us you'll come back" Natasha whispered as she was hugged into you.

"Of course I will be back Nat, I promised you two a romantic evening today so yous will get that" You tried to convince them with the best confident tone you could master up.

Natasha pulled away with her glossy eyes boring into yours, as Wanda pulled you into her, she was crying because she hated goodbyes "You better be back Y/n/n or I will kick your butt"

You giggled a little "There will be no need for that I will be back"

She pulled away slightly as she placed a gentle kiss on your lips, something she has always done whenever you were going to missions. She took a step back and Natasha was quick to kiss you as well, she missed you already even if you weren't even gone yet.

You hated goodbyes so convincing yourself you will come back kept you going with the mission. You pulled away as Natasha took a step back to where she stood, she hugged into Wanda as they both watched you walk to where Pietro was.

He waved and they both waved back, he had a small sad smile across his lips, he pulled you into his side as he reassured you were going to be fine, just before the jet closed it's door..

Wanda shouted "Be safe! Both of you!"

You and Pietro turned last time and nodded in sync as the door closed, making yous both disappear and fly off to the mission. Wanda and Natasha went back to their room to do anything else but worry.

The mission went just like it was suppose to go but last minute there was something that pulled your attention, you pressed your com as you spoke "P there is something wrong in another part of this building, can you manage whilst I check it out?"

"Of course, I will be done in a second and I will join you"

You nodded to his words and ran off to the other building, with a gun in your hand you carefully scouted the place and checked for anything that's different.

That's when you heard quiet sobs, you slowly approached and that's when you saw a little boy sitting by a woman, probably his mother, she was stuck and you were quick to act.

You pulled off the pieces that were holding her down and pulled her out, she was able to stand on her feet so when Pietro arrived he took them to a safe place, what the woman failed to mention was that the building was falling apart so when you were shot by one of the enemies you stumbled back into the buildings infrastructure.

You held your shot wound as you looked down at your hand to see blood, before you could react a huge piece along with another small metal bars fell right on top of you.

Now you were trapped, good thing you still were able to take your gun that wasn't far from you and shoot the guy dead before he could finish you.

You groaned as you felt one of the piece of the building dig right into you, pushing you further into the ground "Pietro we might have a problem.."

You barely breathed out a sentence and before you knew it he was right besides you, he looked with panic at where you were. His attempt at trying to remove these parts only worsen the situation, he place his hands on it and started to pull which made a small hole on your stomach.

"No don't move it" You manged to whisper out to which he immediately moved away.

"Get.. Help" You were trying to save your energy as your breathing got worse, he nodded as his eyes filled with tears, he zoomed off to the jet where the radio was.

He alerted Tony and without hesitation wanted to return to you but there were still a lot of threats that he needed to care of, he prayed you would be fine.

You looked at how you were being crushed, what you or Pietro failed to see was the sharp metal pole dangling from the ceiling close to falling.

You breathed in and out calmly as you felt tears slide down your face, a voice came through into your ear that wasn't Pietro "Y/n we will be there soon, just breath in calmly and don't move"

Natasha and Wanda were informed instantly since they were apart of the team and Wanda was crucial to this whole rescue mission and knowing Natasha she wouldn't stay put especially when it comes to you.

"Please I don't want to die" You breathed out which was heard by the two redheads, their hearts broke at your pleads.

"I might be a risk taker but not today, please help" You sobbed out to the com and there was dead silence from their end.

"Hey дорогой (Darling) we will be right there, just hold on" Wanda's voice came through after couple long minutes.

You let out a shaky breath and just nodded because words weren't coming out, you laid on the cold floor as you waited for anyone to arrive and help you, just when you heard footsteps, you hid your gun in case they spot it and that's when it happened.

The metal pole tipped and fell, from the vibrations of the footsteps, it perfectly fit into that small hole that Pietro accidently made, stabbing you right inside your stomach, you gasp because yelling wasn't an option now.

Wanda and Natasha were seconds late but perfectly on time to witness the perfect fall, your eyes fell on the two redheads as blood slowly dripped down from your mouth.

Natasha dropped on her knees beside you as she held your hand tight letting tears fall freely from her "We are here котенок (Kitten)"

You smiled at her as you slightly nodded, you wanted to close your eyes but dying without seeing their face wasn't an option "I'm sorry.."

Natasha shook her head "There is noting to be sorry for, you're going to be fine."

You shook your head as you coughed up more blood "I'm sorry that I'm not coming back"

That's when Wanda's attention was turned towards you, she started to slowly take off the rubble of you but at those words, she rushed over as she dropped on her knees and held your other hand "No, remember I will kick your butt so you're coming back"

You smiled but it didn't met your eyes "I love yous.. so much"

"Y/n you're not going to die because you can't die" Natasha spoke up preventing her sobs as she watched as your eyes become heavy.

Wanda nodded quickly to agree "We need you Y/n/n please stay for us"

You was trying with everything you had, the more you breathed the more the pole moved and sleepiness was getting to you, you nodded with the last big of energy "Please... say"

"Say what Y/n?" Natasha questioned as your grip on their hands got weaker.

"It back" You manged to finish that sentence.

"I love you" They both said in perfect sync as you smiled again.

As soon as Tony along with Thor arrived and their attention was pulled towards them, that's when you closed your eyes completely, letting the darkness take you as whole.

Natasha looked back at you "No, no no no"

This made Wanda look, before she could say anything Tony called her to help to which she had to, she was up and using her powers to get you out without causing more damage.

As soon as they lifted most of the rubble off you, Natasha along with Thor pulled you out, Steve, Bucky and Sam were off helping Pietro and Bruce was patiently waiting for you to be brought in.

As soon as you were brought back to the compound, you were stuck in the surgery for many hours and through all of them, Natasha and Wanda sat there waiting for any update to be made.

They were hoping everything was going to be okay, that they will see your smile again as it was their favourite highlight of the day. The little risky things you would do for them just so you could see them laugh was your favourite thing.

You were absolutely whipped for them and they were whipped for you. You were still holding on because before joining you didn't have anyone to live for, but since you met them they were worth living for.

There wasn't enough hours in the day to be spent with the two redheads so holding on to see them was something you'll do even if it meant it was the last thing you do.

Wanda was asleep on Natasha's shoulder but the Russian couldn't close her eyes because all she saw was the blood pouring out of your mouth and the slowly fading life from your eyes.

The couple doctors that looked like they went through war itself, left the room which startled both redheads, causing them to jump up within seconds, looking more tired than before.

"Is she okay?!" Wanda was first to question the defeated looking doctors.

It was hard to read their emotions as they were in there for hours without breaks that even some of them collapsed into empty chairs taking couple breathes.

One of the doctors that nodded and continued to where they were suppose to go, Natasha sighed with so much relief and Wanda jumped right into her arms with joyful tear sliding down her face.

You were in a coma for some time until you woke up and your room was flooded with every person, Pietro was the first one to visit, besides Wanda and Natasha they practically never left you.

The hope was given that you would be okay but the reality was far from it, relaying on just hope is mostly disappointing, you were having difficulties which you never raised to Wanda or Natasha throughout months of finally being able to get out of that hospital room.

You hid them perfectly until one day, you were walking along side the two women you loved when suddenly the pain in your stomach hit you out of no where. It was a lot more stronger than normal, which caused you to stop.

They both looked at you confused and that's when they noticed a pool of blood form on your shirt, you looked down and back at them with shock in your eyes.

They panicked because this was something that they didn't expect especially since you had been hiding your suffering from them, you didn't want to stress them out because they already acted like you were fragile when in fact you didn't want to be.

Natasha rushed over to you as she took your arm and placed it over her shoulders to carry you to the medical wing "Has this happened before?"

You shook your head "N-no"

Wanda followed the Russian's lead as they both dragged you to the medic, she manage to look inside your head "Why didn't you tell us you were having issues?"

You looked at her realising what she has done "I didn't want to worry yous"

"So this has happened before?" Natasha asked again as they both placed you down on the bed.

You held your stomach "Not to this extent, it was slightly pain"

You inhaled sharply as the pain increased, turns out the doctors missed a very important piece to which it now caused a tear in your insides causing an opening and the sudden bleeding.

You knew this was going to be the end, you held on for as long as you could, the darkness coming back was a sign for you to let go for once and for all.

You reached out with both of your blooded hands towards the two women to which they were quick to react to, you smiled slightly at them "I am so happy we met"

They smiled not really understand why you are saying this, so continued "This isn't the end because we will meet again"

Wanda nodded "Of course we will meet, I will go get the doctor"

Your grip tighten indicating for her to not go "I wish it was all different and I could've spent more time with yous, I love yous so much"

The bleeding started to get worse to the point of dripping all over where you laid, Natasha looked down as panic filled her once again, this time she understood what was happening and there was no saving this time.

She had tears in her eyes as she placed a soft kiss on your hand as you finally took your last breath, Wanda refused to believe it as she rushed out to get someone but Natasha broke down besides you watching as they tried to get your heartbeat back.

Nothing worked, with a defeated look and sad eyes, the doctors delivered the sad news to the Sokovian, she fell onto the ground as tears streamed down her face. Both of the redheads world just fell apart as you took your last breath....

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[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Hunter falling in love with you on the battle feild headcannons

Notes: biggest of the oofs

Warning: none

Reader: not specified

-woah hello there

-sees you from a far, like you know those typical movies with the flower petals? Imagine that, but instead of flowers its blaster fire

-yeah he got distracted during battle injuring himself

-and thats when you came along, you were the medic

-medic..wait, MEDICS TOUCH THERE PATIENCES

-trying not to get distracted from dying as you patch him up mid battle

-force healing- wait- FoRcE HeAlInG?!

-that would explain the robes

-told to stay back as you totally destroy the enemy

-woah

-luckily everyone was alive and if not alive they were injured,

-so when everyone was given there off time while the others scouted ahead he watched you- well- if you could even call it that patching up the wounded

-he went over to thank you, but when he came closer he seen you pale, life drained from your eyes, eyebrows knitted together trying to save another trooper from dying,

-yet soon he was running after you, catching you collapsing body as he called for a medic

-luckily they saved you, he standing over you as you rested

-he was so intrigued by you, he didnt even know you

-but when you woke up, you were greeted by him looking down at you.

-"I've never met you before." You smiled up at him

-Hunter's face went slightly red, chuckling, play cool

-he introduced himself as you sat up, soon introducing yourself afterwards.

-he thinks your gorgeous

-You were a general, with force healing and some other abilites you deemed useless

-"You saved my life. I'd would hardly call you useless." "Oh. Uhm...thank you..."

-he made you blush and he was internally screaming

-thats when you asked him to eat in the mess hall tent with you, and he said yes a little too quick

-so once kix checked you over and told you to beat it, you both went towards the tent, Hunter stopping infront.

-"whats wrong?" "I'm not allowed in there." "Well why not?" "Thats restricted to Jedi sir." "Well you're my guest. Come."

-you grabbed his hand dragging him inside to eat the Jedi rations, hands down the Jedi were eating better than any clone ever seen, even just for rations

-he sat across from you, the two of you chatting happily

-"you seem lost" "Oh. I uh. Never had food this good. The clones uh. Rations arent too good I suppose." "Oh"

-neither of you had touched your food yet either, you got up, luckily Anakin and Master Luminara walking in, grabbing the food you handed them the food leaving a starving and confused Hunter

-he followed you as you marched in the tent for clones, jumping up on a table.

-"Hey! bros and hoes!" "General Y/n?!" "Listen!, it has come to my attention you eat banta shit! Fuck that shit lets go make food together!"

-homemade food? Clones were in an uproar of excitement

-so here you all are picking a hand full of herbs and wild veggies and greens making a pot of soup on a camp fire under an hour

-Hunter was shocked none the less, how did you just do that? Like it was nothing?

-drinking soup on a ledge together

-side eye glances as he listens to you talk

-he grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a heavy kiss in his mind

-you asking him questions he has no idea how to respond to

-You telling him you were glad to meet him, and hope to see him again, and his heart shakes but he replies with the same, a bit morr formal

-a soft lingering kiss on his cheek to say goodbye, "You didn't need to..." "enjoy your soup sarge..."

Bonus:

-that one soup clone being happy he got soup

[bcdwhcre]

Could you Maybe write a headcanon about Levi and erwin taking in the reader after her parents died where she is living with all the scouts/cadet corps and just Like them being her two fake overprotective dads? (You Can add a Lil erenxreader if u want)

If you dont wanna write this thats totally fine, ily <3

“Father Figure,” Erwin x Levi Headcanon

I actually really like this ideaaaa, I can imagine Levi and Erwin being over protective dads.

Summary: headcanon of Erwin and Levi as overprotective dads after they take baby you in after your parents die.

Warnings: noneee, just fluffy dads

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Levi:

When Levi found you in the streets, skinny, on the brink of death and crying after witnessing your parents die from starvation, it had gave him horrible flashbacks from when he was in that same position.

He didn’t hesitate to take you in and raise you as his own, you even got comfortable enough to call him dad but they were times when you would switch between dad and Levi which he didn’t mind.

Once you became of age, you had tried to convince Levi to let you join the scouts but he continuously said no which made you bicker with him.

You definitely got your stubbornness from him 100%. The small arguments between you two were entertaining like two children fighting over the last slice of pizza until he would get irritated and made you clean.

When the new set of cadets came in, it wasn’t long that you became close friends with Eren, Armin and the rest of them since you were around their age but Levi had always tried his best to keep you separated from the cadets, it only made your dream to become a scout increase.

“When are you going to let me join the scouts, dad?” You brought the topic up once again, he was sure this was the millionth time this month you had brought it up but he was obviously being dramatic

“I’m not letting you join, Y/N. That will always be my final answer.” The annoyance in his tone was obvious and he had stared over at you, making you let out a groan.

“Why are you so afraid of me joining? I learned from the best and you’re keeping me trapped in here like a dog!” You certainly pushed his buttons even to the point where he would ask himself why he picked you up and took you in but of course he never regretted that decision, he loved you like his own.

“I’m not letting you go out there and risk your life under my watch, Y/N.”

“As if you don’t leave me here to risk your life and leave me wondering if I’ll become an orphan again.”

Levi grew quiet, he knew you were right but he never really went deep into thought about it and he couldn’t help but feel guilty once he saw it from your point of view.

“I doubt I’ll be dying anytime soon, too good at my job.” He said with a snarky attitude, his eyes moving back down to the papers in front of him.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be hypocrite. I want to join the scouts.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no.” Levi shot you a hard glare, making you close your mouth and breathe in through your nose.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, get out of here and go do your chores.” He simply said, using his hand to gesture you off and that had made you upset, mumbling words he couldn’t make out while you stepped towards the office door.

“Hey,” He spoke up again, making you turn around and you had gotten scared that he heard your mumbles and was probably going to add more chores to your list.

“I love you, alright? I’ll think about it.” Levi had a huge soft spot for you, his heart weighed heavily to even think about his own child joining the scouts. He wanted you to be somewhat normal and live a normal life.

“Really? You’re serious?”

“I might be but I can’t promise that I would agree to it, Y/N.” He said in a grumpy tone, a groan leaving his lips when you ran over to hug onto him.

“Thank you, dad.”

You certainly kept Levi on his toes and always gave him headaches to the point where he would miss the times you were young, adorable, didnt argue back, cuddling into him as you slept instead being a pain in the ass teenager but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Erwin:

Erwin had somehow ended up at the scene. After wall Maria had fallen, they went through to try and find any survivors and that’s when his laid upon you. You were in your crib, quiet and completely unharmed.

Both of your parents were nowhere in sight and he had feared that they’ve been eaten by the Titans. He didn’t want to take you in, he had tried to fight the urge to have his emotions connected to his job but once he lifted you up in his arms, your big eyes instantly melted his heart.

After that, you grew up under his roof and under his supervision. It had taken him years for him to be comfortable enough to tell you that he wasn’t your real father and that your real parents had died, you were around 16 when he first sat you down and told you.

But that didn’t change the love you had for your father, you were very close with him and he made sure to be the best he could be, better than his dad at least.

Since you had lived with Erwin, you were always around the scouts and the cadets, you even had a small crush on Jean and once your father found out, he definitely started playing the overbearing dad to the point where he would watch you closely and even told the scouts to not entertain you.

That really didn’t stop you nor Jean from being friends and even flirting here and there but Jean would get scared every time Erwin would give you that deadly look.

After that, he tried to keep you away from the cadets/scouts and gave you more chores and stuff to do like go into town to shop, to do things where it would be far from the cadets and he would even force you to eat in his office with him instead with the others, it had gotten on your nerves but you were smart enough to not talk back and defy him in anyway, Erwin can definitely be harsh with punishments and treat you like a cadet.

But Erwin also was too soft when it came to you, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or make you hate him because you grew up to be a well grounded person, you grew up around the sweetest and smartest guy from the scouts and you learned hell of a lot from him.

“I seen you with Jean today.” Erwin spoke as he ate his food and you tried to avoid the topic, acting as if you were just asking him questions.

“I was just asking him where the cleaning supplies were, he had them last.” You cleared your throat, the little lie he can easily see right through.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I raised you better than that, Y/N.” He raised his eyebrow, giving you another chance to tell the truth.

“Sorry, dad.” You mumbled, picking at the food on your plate to keep yourself distracted from not making eye contact with him.

“Look, I hate to be the bad guy here. I didn’t want you to be so involved with the scouts like this but I guess it was unavoidable when we live here. I just don’t want you to involve emotions when it’s not promised that he’ll make it back alive every mission.” Erwin had to be nice, only for your sake but deep down he wish he could lock you away from all the cadets.

“You’re acting as if I’m about to marry him.” You snort out a laugh, looking up at him and he chuckled.

“Certainly not, that would be over my dead body before I allow that to happen.” He admitted, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m not dating Jean.” You rolled your eyes, he was always dramatic you thought. He always watched over you like a hawk and you never really understood why when you were perfectly safe living inside the base.

But deep down Erwin always feared that he would end up losing you. Even though he always told himself, no emotions or personal feelings when it came to joining the scouts and becoming commander but now his life revolved around you, making sure you were safe, healthy and happy above all but what he also feared the most is that he won’t make it home one day to you and that’s why he’s always so loving and over protective.

That’s why he constantly wants to spend time with his only child, he didn’t want you to feel how he felt when his father disappeared. So when it came to you hanging out Jean a little too much, the father instinct kicked in and he tried to get between, afraid of losing you to not only Titans but to another man.

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I hopeeeeee this turned out good for you🥺🤧 feel free to send in more requests.

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[satan-says-uwu]

The new CR opening features a hodge-podge of fashion history from a fairly modern take on a 1600s pirate to a 50's Boy Scout. They're in no way a real take on history. We have a late-Victorian librarian, a Dickenson lamplighter styled by a 50's production of a Christmas Carol, a 1600's lady pirate, a very lost airman, and a Boy Scout from the 1950's. To say that these are costumes of colonizers trying to equate ALL western period dress to colonization

Ok, but thats not the point, you've miss the point entirely. Sure, these costumes may not be rooted in historical fact, but what the costumes do symbolize, especially the outfits like look like Amazonian explorers, is colonization. Those costumes are often used in media to show who the Americans or the British are when they are "exploring" a far-off "uncivilized" nation. It's very much like outfits you would see in Tarzan or Indiana Jones, both pieces of media in which a white person travels to a place where non-white people live and are seen as dangerous. When people where making those types of movies, they weren't researching what people really wore back in the day, they just made a rough estimate, but yet the people in the piece of media were still depicting colonizers.

May I also add that you sent this to someone like me. Me and my family are from Trinidad, an island that was colonized by the British a long time ago.

Look, I don't hate Critical Role, I really don't, I still love them wholeheartedly, but that doesn't mean I can't also acknowledge when they fuck up. I know this wasn't on purpose, they didn't have any malice when making that new opener. So for the love of God, shut up, and for once, listen to minorities when they feel like something is a bit sketchy. They've been used by the media for millenia to perpetrate racist ideals of their own people. The media would then not hesitate to make the heros of the story be the colonizers. Yes, all the outfits are from different time periods, but they don't have to realistic for them to still symbolize a genocidal history.

[impishglee]

Angels as Eusocial Insects: Caste Determination and Task Allocation

hey guys im back at it again with the applying my studies to xenobiology and my cringe interests <3 and im here to talk abt the angels of supernatural bc i saw this post and it made my brain start zooming. i don’t know shit abt christian or jewish mythology nor will i be digging into it bc thats just not what this is about. im explicitly treating angels basically as a species of alien and only working w what is provided by supernatural itself.

In Supernatural it’s implied that angels are separated into predetermined ranks, largely determined by how powerful they are as a function of their grace, as well as having several specialized angels such as cupids, rit zien and grigori. You know what else experiences a similar phenomena? 

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ANTS!! As well as other eusocial species like some bees, wasps, all termites and weirdly, naked mole rats. I’m going to be focusing on ants primarily bc that is what i know best. i’m going to be breaking down angels as eusocial insects in two topics:

CASTE: what are the castes and how are they determined, and what are analogous biological examples?

TASK ALLOCATION: on a smaller scale, how do angels divide work among the same caste?

Before we get into it, let’s just get a definition of eusociality out of the way and see if angels check the requirements: Eusociality is the most “advanced” or “complex” form of sociality, defined by:

• Cooperative brood care - we know basically very very little about how angels are “raised” and they more or less seem to be created fully matured, but from the vibes it seems like younger angels are taught and accountable to a variety of older angels. 

• Multiple generations living in the same colony - eyup. 

• Division of labor into reproductive and nonreproductive groups - I would argue yes! In this case I am defining angelic reproduction as the ability to make more angels (excluding nephilim, we are just. ignoring nephilim for the purposes of this meta). In this case God and Archangels are our reproductive castes. 

o Angels reproduce asexually, so we thankfully don’t have to worry abt sex determination. There are no drone/male equivalents.

Stunning. Incredible. Angels are eusocial. MOVING ON!

CASTE:

Caste in eusocial organisms is a morphological category that is roughly split into the queen(reproductive female), workers(nonreproductive females) and drones(male reproductives.) These are not harshly defined in all species and you can get intermediate forms, as well as highly specialized subcastes of workers. If I were to apply these castes to supernatural angels I would sort them like this.

Queen: Chuck lmao

Intermediates: Archangels

Workers: Basically everyone else

• Some specialized sub castes of worker would be the cupids, rit ziens and grigori. Examples of some cool specialized ant castes are twig nesting ant soldiers who have a big flat head they use to plug the entrances to their nests and honeypot ant repletes who basically just eat a bunch of food and hang around and feed other ants through trophallaxis(regurgitate into other ants mouths)

Now castes are morphologically distinct, and these morphological differences are determined by a combination of genetics and environmental factors. In many eusocial insects, reproductive caste determination is a product of how much they are fed in the larval stage, quantity over quality, royal jelly is fake and doesn’t actually affect the development of queens.

In some eusocial species(some wasps, naked mole rats) the reproductive queen is determined by who can beat everyone else up. If the current queen/alpha female dies or is removed from the colony, the strongest females will then enter a period of conflict where they will beat each other up, sometimes even killing competitors. I think this is basically how spn angels work and why the archangels are at eachothers throats as soon as God dips.

In summary: angel caste is determined by “genetics” aka how they were initially made, how much power they obtain, and dominance.

TASK ALLOCATION:

So! If 90% of angels are the same caste, how to they decide who does the smiting and who gives the heavenly lobotomies? 

In social insects there are a couple theories and it varies by species, but in the case of angels I think the two that align the best are morphological and spatio-temporal task allocation. 

Morphological Task Allocation: 

This one is pretty straight forward. In social insects, often bigger, burlier workers will do more dangerous/physically demanding jobs, like defending the nest, foraging and scouting for resources. Smaller ants will be in charge of tasks like tending brood and queen, cleaning the nest, and nest construction.

Bigger, stronger angels will be in charge of more dangerous jobs like smiting demons, fishing the michael sword out of hell, etc and weaker angels will be in charge of maintaining heaven and it’s souls and ambiguous corporate angel duties. Also the lobotomies. 

Spatio-Temporal Task Allocation:

This theory on task allocation is the idea that as an individual gets older they do progressively more dangerous tasks, a good example of this is honeybees! When a bee pupates into a bee, it’s first job is tending brood, then it moves on to nest maintenance/construction, then nest defense, and then the last thing it does before it dies is scouting/foraging. This is the temporal aspect. It’s basically to maximize the efficiency of a lifespan. 

The “spatio” aspect is that ants are essentially doing whatever job needs doing wherever they are, so when they are born they tend the the brood, then other ants pupate and they run out of work, so they move further out in the nest to see what else needs doing like nest maintenance, then more ants start doing that job, so they go further out to forage. 

I think there’s decent enough evidence for this for angels. The temporal aspect is less strong admittedly, though I do think younger angels are probably more relegated to working in heaven instead of going to earth or hell. A strong piece of evidence to me is that Metatron gets saddled with the job of being God’s scribe just because he was there, he was just a random worker in proximity to a job that needed doing, so he did it. 

SUMMARY: Bigger angels do more dangerous jobs, stronger angels also do more dangerous jobs, older angels do more dangerous jobs, and also angels just do whatever job is in front of them.

WOW I THINK I’VE SAID EVERYTHING I HAVE TO SAY ON THIS TOPIC! THIS WAS SO LONG! IF YOU’VE MADE IT THIS FAR, I LOVE YOU <3 I LOVE ANGELS AND ALSO ANTS!

[thetriggeredhappy]

can I request sniper and scout planning a little secret symbolic wedding for themselves? its just self indulgent, since they wanna have this connection so they do a tiny intimate thing for the two of them but then all the two teams show up, ms pauling, sniper's parents and scout's family to celebrate too, and they all have a happy day

i dunno if this one will be coherent or and i dont have a joke for ya so thats where we’re at today

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He notices Scout looking at things just a little longer. Scout was a man of motion, of emotion, of elation, so seeing him pause, ever, for any length of time, was enough to pique Sniper’s interest. It had to be a big deal, of Scout was looking at it, and he prided himself on being observant.

So seeing the things he paused in front of—jewelry stores, boutiques, flower shops, at first it confused him, but then he saw what Scout was looking at in them. The flower shops had pretty arrangements right in front, labeled vaguely in some with phrases like ‘arrangements for your special day!’ and less vaguely in others as ‘wedding arrangements available’. The boutiques often with white dresses towards the front, and pictures of smiling couples nearby.

Little cards in the display of the jewelry store window proclaiming ‘engagement rings’.

It didn’t take long to piece together.

A number of issues were present. The concept of legal marriage alone was a big one. First because they were two men, one of whom was shaky in terms of immigration and two of whom were shaky in terms of being legally defined as criminals of the highest degree, potentially legally dead in some ways, and certainly smart enough to not walk into a courthouse. Besides that, the paperwork involved, the idea of getting either of their families around when Scout’s family was constantly on the wind in at least one corner and his own hardly on speaking terms with him, the heartbreak—

But Scout paused when he looked at the engagement rings.

Sniper was increasingly exasperated and helpless against the little voice in his head that seemed to watch out for Scout’s well-being, that said, well, couldn’t he at least try and figure something else out?

So it took some thinking. Some rehearsing his words in his own head. Some justifications being made, torn down, analyzed and readdressed with a clearer mind. And he came to a decision.

And when he next got the chance, he called his mum and had a talk with her about a lot of things, so many of them at least a decade and a half in the making. And she didn’t understand, not at all, not on that first phone call, not on the second. But on the third she took care to assure him that she would try, she really would, she really would, and finally gave him permission to use the old family heirloom engagement ring.

And it was subtle and sudden when Sniper proposed. Scout was sat on the steps of the camper, using Sniper’s pocket knife to pick mud out of the soles of his shoes, and Sniper took a seat next to him, plonked a pair of bottles between them. Scout leaned over to bump their shoulders together, grinning at him, and Sniper smiled too, started drinking his own.

Out clear on the horizon line, most of the clouds hadn’t quite blown far enough to obscure the sun. It would be setting soon, and then Scout would be off to eat with the rest of the team and Sniper would get to his own routine. It was a nice night, though.

Finally Scout flicked the knife closed, tucked it into his pocket best he could, reached for the bottle still sitting next to him, popped it and started drinking before it could foam over (he didn’t know how it always did that, he just had awful luck, apparently).

Sniper finished his own drink before Scout could get very far into his own. Stared out across the desert.

“You good?” Scout finally asked, picking idly at the label. “You seem, uh... I dunno. Sad, maybe. One’a those?”

“No, er... just...” Sniper tried, cleared his throat. Now Scout’s eyebrows were raised. “Nervous, is all.”

“Oh, one’a those,” Scout said, and frowned when Sniper shook his head again, drawing a hand down his face, taking a deep breath. “Is... is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Sniper nodded, took another deep breath. “Yeah. Just...”

He paused for a long few moments. Reached to fish through the pocket of his vest, held his closed fist out to Scout. Scout freed up a hand to hold a hand out, palm-up, still frowning, and pulled it back to look at the item Sniper had dropped in his palm.

Blinked. Blinked. Sniper gulped, wishing he had a drink still, something to help with how dry his mouth had gone all of a sudden, watching Scout’s expression carefully.

“Oh,” Scout whispered. Barked a laugh, like shock more than humor, the volume abrupt. “Oh.”

Sniper gulped hard again, looked away, looked back. Scout’s expression didn’t change in the time he wasn’t watching it. “You seem, er... surprised,” Sniper said carefully.

“Well, yeah, duh, yeah, I didn’t—“ Scout said all in a stumbling rush, and took a breath, and seemed to hold it. His eyes hadn’t moved from the ring since he first saw it. He blinked a few times, barked that laugh again. “I didn’t think you’d want...”

“I do,” Sniper said, voice tight, and Scout looked up at him for the first time in a while, and his eyes widened in even more surprise.

“Oh, shit,” he said quickly, seeming to finally register the nervousness, the fear, the worry, and he surged forward, hands on Sniper’s shoulders, one wrapped in half a fist around the ring. “I, yeah, yes, I, yes to the—yes! I’m—“

And then he kissed Sniper, hard, almost bruising, and it didn’t get particularly far before it was broken by another huff of air against Sniper’s lips, and when he pulled back Scout’s grin was a little weak.

“Just never thought you’d ask me, not in a million years,” he admitted.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry,” Sniper teased, entire body awash with a sense of relief.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re the one with the watery eyes here,” Scout scoffed, and kissed him again.

And they both made sure to note that they knew there were more conversations to be had, but those could wait until both of them had a clearer head again, which took damn near a week and a half, both so much more giddy than they’d expected to be, then another week when Sniper next saw the ring, hung on a little chain usually tucked beneath Scout’s shirt, worn around his neck apparently since the day he got it.

He liked the word fiancée more than he’d expected to, and he’d expected to like it a lot, and even then, Scout seemed to like it even more.

And Scout admitted half his surprise up front had been because he himself had no real idea how this was going to work, it was just that the idea of being married made him really really happy. He liked weddings, loved weddings, loved the idea of... of settling into something. That really, marriage was the only kind of settling down that he’d ever liked the idea of. And even if it was just... just something quiet, just the two of them, that was fine by him.

And Sniper had nodded, and there had been a pause, but then suddenly Scout spoke up again with a ‘but, I mean, my Ma is always going on about wanting to see me get married, so I kinda have to invite her to whatever we do’.

That was a good start for the plans they had. No particular pressure on it, really, considering they decided not to tell anyone at first. Sniper started trying to figure out where might be a good place to hold... something, maybe not a whole ceremony, but something. Scout started trying to figure out where to get a suit, and where Sniper could get his own tailored, but they weren’t in a rush, and a few months passed without making much progress at all, nothing even feeling like it had changed except that now Sniper would catch Scout fidgeting with the chain he kept the ring on and grinning.

The first real change came when someone else noticed too.

Pyro, stood in-between matches and pointing at the chain around Scout’s neck as he switched into a less charred shirt and mumbling a question, made Scout stammer. Scout stammering made most of the team turn to look. Then more of them saw the chain there, saw the ring there, and some of the more perceptive ones pieced together a few things rather quickly. It was Demo who first said something, outright asking ‘is that an engagement ring?’.

A beat of silence where all were frozen, then the voice over the intercom rang out telling them they had ten seconds until battle, and Scout was off like a shot towards the gate.

In his absence, eyes turned to Sniper instead, who proved to be even less helpful in that he stuttered his way through all ten of those seconds and the team had no choice but to follow Scout’s lead and leave it for later.

Sniper was hoping that he’d be able to escape the team’s questions after battle if he could make it through the Resupply room before everyone else did. But he realized very quickly that would also mean throwing Scout to the proverbial wolves, and besides that, he couldn’t run from this forever. So instead he kicked around the Resupply for a few minutes waiting for the team to come back from chasing down the other team in the humiliation round, and wasn’t entirely surprised when Scout was one of the first back, expression tight with nerves up until the exact moment that Demo and Soldier came wandering in, elbowing at each other and chatting at well above speaking volume.

Neither of them, apparently, had much to say, besides Demo clapping Sniper hard on the shoulder and proclaiming that it took them long enough, and Soldier brushing off their ‘fraternizing nonsense’ in favor of continuing his argument with Demo. Pyro was in the room next, talking and gesturing enthusiastically, and while Scout was trying to translate to Sniper the Engineer came in and shoo’d Pyro along, telling them to mind their business, albiet with what Sniper would almost refer to as a proud smile aimed in Scout’s direction. Medic and Heavy were in the room next, and all that Heavy seemed to be confused about was the legality surrounding marriage between anyone besides a man and a woman in the United States, with Medic attempting to explain but also largely clueless to the actual logistics of the thing. Spy only stuck around long enough to quip that it was a little ridiculous for any of them to worry about legality of all things, which Sniper wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret.

Demo, across the room, in the middle of trying to unstick his jacket from himself with all the mud coating one side of it, quipped that he’d better be invited, and asked what he had to do to get the best man position. From there, a series of what Sniper interpreted as mostly jokes followed, the team chiming in about their attendance, including a number of them laughing that they weren’t exactly allowed in any churches and Pyro insisting that they wanted to be the one throwing the flowers (and no they would not in fact set any on fire) and Heavy saying that if they couldn’t find a good glass to stomp on then Medic had plenty of spare beakers that he wasn’t using for anything, much to the doctor’s protest.

This became the team running joke for a while, was everyone constantly bringing up the wedding. When Spy stomped into the room fuming because of another perfectly good shirt ruined by the base’s washing machine, the Engineer quipped that oh no, what would he wear to the wedding now? When Soldier got into an argument with Pyro, Demo referred to it as a spat between groomsmen. When Sniper was acting particularly cranky one day (not his fault, the base’s coffee machine was awful and they really needed to replace it one of these days), Spy muttered into his tea that it was a shame Scout had to put up with such a bridezilla, a joke Medic chortled about well into the afternoon.

It might have gotten out of hand around the time that poor Pauling had to hear about it, just trying her best to oversee delivering a set of brand new weapons and explaining their assorted bells and whistles, accosted through her entire explanation by jokes that this was a bit extravagant for a wedding gift, that hopefully she’d at least get time off to attend the reception, that competition for maid of honor wasn’t exactly steep but she’d probably be winning anyways, until finally she snapped that if Sniper and Scout were actually going to get married then they needed to note that on their upcoming contract renewals but to otherwise stop talking to her about it so damn much.

This, Scout said, is when he started feeling bad for not talking to his Ma about it yet. Miss Pauling knowing he was getting married before his own mother felt wrong, he said, and so he spent the afternoon steeling himself to make the phone call.

From the combination of relief and vague dismay on Scout’s face when he came back, Sniper could tell something was up, and it was with a number of pauses in the middle of speaking that Scout explained that he’d barely gotten through the news before Ma had started calling over various brothers to tell them the news too, each taking a turn on the phone to get halfway through some kind of third degree that they needed to pass along to Sniper before actually congratulating him, each asking when they’d need to get down there for the wedding in turn. Apparently he’d accidentally called when some of his brothers were over for dinner, and so he explained to Sniper that word was as good as out, because as much as he loved his brothers, not a single one of them could keep their mouths shut to each other.

And so they both sat down with a calendar and had to pick an actual date for a wedding.

Altogether, the date they picked was a little over a year since Sniper proposed, which felt appropriate, and only a few months from then, just long enough for Scout’s brothers to get time off of work. They decided against a whole entire proper ceremony with a priest and vows and all, mostly because legality being an issue, they didn’t have much a reason to stick to tradition. A few things would end up sticking, though. They’d have seating, because Sniper’s mum wasn’t up for standing around for long periods of time anymore and one of Scout’s brothers had that bad leg and cane from his time in the army. They’d dress up for it, because Scout was truly looking forward to that part, to looking nice on the actual day. Vows weren’t necessarily going to be on-script, but they’d both take a moment to say something to each other, and there would be a kiss, and then they’d have a bit of time set aside for if either of their families brought up any traditions they truly wanted to do. And, of course, there’d be some kind of party afterwards, because they both knew that the team would make there be a party afterwards either way.

What they didn’t expect was how quickly the team jumped to help as soon as they mentioned they’d set an actual date in stone to some degree. The Engineer was quick to offer to help with setting up chairs and tables, carting things around if they needed it, having a truck and all. Soldier was happy to offer suggestions for if they wanted catering, having eaten at and subsequently been banned from every eatery in the county, and Pyro started baking at an until then unprecedented clip as they tried to find the exact right recipe for a good wedding cake because they had to have a wedding cake and it had to be perfect. Heavy, to his credit, pointed out a few logistical issues with having the wedding, namely that it couldn’t be anywhere on the base and that they weren’t allowed in the town of Teufort, and Demo was so kind as to offer up his own house and property, given that it had so much space and he knew his mother wouldn’t mind it and besides that, it was a very pretty place.

And then Spy found in the mail the magazines Sniper was looking through when trying to pick out something suit-adjacent, and he could tell Spy was gearing up to really lay into him about it before Sniper pointed out that Spy should really just stop snooping through other people’s mail, and by the next day he found a pair of order forms in his camper on the table, almost entirely filled out except for a few of the fields regarding things like the color of the suits and payment information.

And then he and Scout were trying on suits, and figuring out which hotels were close enough for Scout and Sniper’s families to stay in, and looking at flowers, and figuring out how many days they should schedule off of work and whether the team would be doing the same—

—and then it was the week before, and one night Sniper found himself standing in the camper with Scout, late at night, half-exhausted and stressed out and more terrified than he’d expected to be, arms tight around Scout’s waist. And Scout held on just as tight, and inhaled, and exhaled, shifting with that breath in Sniper’s grip. And Sniper found himself breathing out apologies, so quiet they didn’t quite catch against the grit in his voice, for causing such a fuss about all this, for things getting so out of hand. And Scout had laughed, had squeezed him tight in arms usually used for hurting people to instead give him so much comfort in that moment, and said that he wouldn’t want it any other way. Anything else and it wouldn’t exactly feel like them.

And the two days before the wedding stretched out infinitely, a mix of terror and impatience lacing his every move, and then the day of the wedding itself felt like it took no time at all.

The sun didn’t quite beat down upon them, a blessing even with them wearing simple vests as opposed to full suits, a scattering of cloud cover making the heat bearable and throwing the sunshine out away from them. And the grass around the DeGroot residence was slippery in the morning, slick under their shoes, and Sniper watched nervously across towards his mum and dad as his dad squinted suspiciously around at things and his mum patted him consolingly about only god knew what. And one of Scout’s brothers had brought a camera and was dashing around taking pictures, and most of the team had managed to dig up assorted formal wear, and the Engineer bustled trying to make sure everything was set up just right as Soldier helped Pyro with carrying the frankly ludicrous cake towards the table somewhere. And on one side was Scout’s family, all rowdy, and on the other was the team, even rowdier, his parents squashed between and being vaguely protected from the team by the more generally responsible ones (namely Heavy, who Sniper’s father clearly approved of in some way for being so imposing, and Spy, who Sniper’s mother approved of on the basis of him being entirely polite). And Miss Pauling was there much to Sniper’s surprise, claiming that she was meant to oversee off-base activities (although he suspected she just wanted the time off and was glad to watch the final nail go into the coffin of Scout’s long-gone infatuation with her). And Medic was so kind as to let Sniper know the other team had left a present at the base for them that morning—assuring him, at his alarmed look, that it was merely a prank dummy bomb set to tick as loudly as possible within the packaging, and a note thanking them for the free time off. That was as much a relief as the cloud cover.

And then the ceremony itself happened, so long before Sniper was ready, as if he could ever truly be ready. And he’d seen Scout’s vest already, but not worn, not standing across from him with a glitter in his eyes and a watery smile and hands fidgeting nervously with grip tape that wasn’t there, face red. And Sniper’s hands were sweaty and clammy, and his voice cracked from the very first word of what he had been rehearsing in his head over and over since he proposed, but the way Scout’s expression shone with pride and love had made so much of that nervousness disappear, and he couldn’t find it in him to be nervous, to worry about the team.

He didn’t have it written down, felt that note cards would make this feel stiff, and he wasn’t all that good at writing down his thoughts regardless. But Scout was sniffling by the end of it, and his own voice had gone rough as he just barely kept it together, so he at least knew he was doing something right. 
And Scout didn’t have anything written down either, and when his turn to speak came, there were a few long moments where Sniper worried he’d blanked, forgotten what he wanted to say. But Scout got there, voice surprisingly steady, surprisingly level. And he didn’t remember all of it, but he remembered some in the middle.

“I still can’t believe you love me, that you wanna stay with me for as long as we can, that you trust me and care about me,” Scout said, “but I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try so hard, and I’m gonna do whatever I gotta do to make sure you know I love you too, every single day, and to earn it. I promise. That’s what this is, is me promising. I promise.” 
And that’s when Sniper broke, the first tears falling, needing to wipe at his face gingerly with his sleeve and accompanied by a general ‘aww’ and chuckles from the crowd of loved ones gathered there, and Scout smiled all the wider.

And Sniper did end up stomping on a glass (not one of Medic’s beakers), and both of them were all but showered in assorted confetti by the family they’d somehow gathered over the years, and there was eating, and dancing, and drinking, and dancing, and by the time the sun started to set down beyond the horizon line he found himself stood there with Scout in the middle of it all, kissing him over, and over, and over again, each and every one a promise that he very much intended to keep, come what may.

“I love you,” he said, again, again, and Scout never once stopped smiling.

[wooahaes]

.... ok, layton anon here again (I might just use that as a tag if that's okay? 👉🏻👈🏻)

I literally just typed out a long ass reply and then tumblr decided to crash - but maybe it's a sign to try and keep it shorter (update: i failed)

for the maze runner thing, it was honestly just about the "people appearing one after another without memories" I think aside from that it's very different, especially in terms of general atmosphere. I've read Day 1 too now btw and I loved it sm! I'm really intrigued to see how it continues<3

I hope your meds are safe for you to take and that they help quickly!!

yess him being like shigure would work really well (i also love shigure sm as a unit but that's a different story)

Also imma be honest as well - i'm the same. Birthright is the only one I finished and other than that I'm like almost through with awakening, halfway with echoes and revelations and idek how far with three houses. I think I get too much into strategizing and spend too much time planning out the classes and skills instead of just playing and then I tend to abandon the games for a while...

So since I'm not super deep into the story myself my 3h au isn't that deep. Y/n would take Byleths place, simply because it makes a lot of sense. And then I sorta assigned the units to the houses based on Vibes TM aka Blue Lions - HHU, Black Eagles - Vocal, Golden Deer Tiger - Performance.

I also felt that some characters shared traits or reminded me of members (Linhardt - Han, Ferdinand - Seungkwan, Sylvain - Mingyu, Claude - Hoshi, Ignatz - Hao). But they'd mostly be themselves and not take over the exact role of anyone. I've also have thoughts on classes for some but not for all. I think Woozi would be something along the lines of a General, Han would be a Dark Mage, Hoshi a Hero, Scoups a Swordmaster or Cavalier (or anything else just give the man a sword) and- yeah I think I'll end it here

thanks for letting me share my fire emblem brain rot!! have a good day/night/evening!<3

omg hiii thats absolutely fine!! i didnt want to just assign it to u but thats 100% fine w me!!

its ok i also fail at writing short responses 90% of the time dskfhdsf tumblr crashing during those is awful tho

ooo yeah fair :0 i can def see it!! ive learned a lot abt tmr through posting this fic lmao but im glad you liked day 1!! the fics gonna honestly slow down for a bit purely bc the next 13 parts are each individual members parts and those are honestly just gonna take a hot sec for me to like... be happy w all of them :(

aaa i still havent taken them just bc. anxiety bad! they shouldnt have any bad interactions since they're not a sulfa drug, but anxiety louder, y'know? im waiting until i know family is awake (yes ik its 4 pm shh) in case i need shit

i also love shigure but thats at least slightly bc of my love for m*tt m*rcer as a voice actor sdfhsdkjfh i adore him tho!! thats my beloved!!

i get DEEP in trying to figure out my units tbh i usually end up drafting out my pairings when i play. if awakening + conquest both had the ability to scout out things as easily as u can in birthright + revelations, i would have def beat them by now tbh.

but also i tend to abandon games after a while by accident sdkfhsdfh

i know little abt 3h but i am nodding along and golden tiger makes me happy. its what my man deserves <3

me lookin up these characters and sees ferdinand is confident and hates losing like YEP thats kwannie. i can see a lot of the comparisons u drew!! :0

i can def see general woozi + hero hoshi + swordsmaster cheol + dark mage han!! cheol is getting a sword and thats all i care about actually /j (nah but if i could give him some sort of rally skill, i think he + woozi + hosh would all have one in some shape!! and most likely seok too since booseoksoon leader ykno)

i honestly feel like shua would potentially be a war cleric. can heal you, but can also can Kill.

alternatively for hannie tho he could be thief -> trickster imo?

i honestly feel like vernon miiight either be a cavalier or an archer. its a gut thing tbh i cannot explain otherwise.

u are always welcome to share ur fe brainrot sdkfhsdf this blog is where i share my svt + trsr (+ skz tbh) brainrot now lmao y'all can Always share stuff ur interested in w me!! i hope u also have a good day/night/evening! <3