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Come Hell Or High Water Masterpost
The will of the D may have been a mere echo of the past, but its bearers were anything but. Standing in front of her lover's execution platform, Portgas D. Rouge vowed never to lose a single member of her family again. (She just hadn't taken into account that her family would be so large.) OR How many traumatized children can Rouge adopt?
I'm fascinated by Rouge's character and she's unironically become one of my favorite characters in One Piece while writing this, which is tragic considering we only see her for about two minutes. But if Oda won't give me content on Rouge, I'll do it myself.
Come Hell or High Water is a story that begins with Roger's execution 24 years ago and continues to the present day based on the concept that Portgas D. Rouge survives the Baterilla massacre and raises Portgas D. Ace as well as Shanks and Buggy.
Throughout the story, Rouge also adopts every child she meets in need of a parental figure (i.e. half of the One Piece characters). It's a family-centric story where everyone survives their tragic backstories with romance in the background far away and lots of fluff.
This story will cover topics regarding child development into adulthood while healing from past trauma, this includes fear of abandonment, self-esteem issues, child abuse, codependency, etc. It also deals with grief and (unhealthy) coping mechanisms especially in the first chapters following Roger's death.
(Disclaimer, I'm not an expert on any of those subjects except for the fact that I was a child once and had to grow up. The end result is mostly fine so I can consider it a success.)
I'll be referencing events from the manga as they happen like new characters and such. It won't be anything major until we caught up with the main timeline (unless specified at the beginning of each chapter), but if you'd rather not be spoiled, I understand.
If you have any more questions about this AU, feel free to ask me, I always love talking about my brainchild <3
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Brothers
I KNOW THERE'S BETTER BROTHERS
BUT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT'S MINE
murder by death - brother // titian - cain and abel
It’s the way this could be about any pairing of the archangels.
But the one that’s really speaking to me is Gabriel and Raphael I’ve always imagined them as twins two different halves of the same whole. Their not each others favorites but at the end of that’s their twin the only one I have.
I can imagine Raphael saying this after Gabriel left. Like she thinks he’s a traitor and a coward but that’s still her brother her twin the only one she has.
But this could be about the obvious Lucifer and Michael doomed to be on opposite sides. Michael doomed to cast his brother into hell but that’s still his brother.
Lucifer and Gabriel. Gabriel knowing that Lucifer is wrong and the path he’s going down will lead to nothing but pain for everyone but that’s still his brother.
Michael and Raphael, Raphael and Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel, all four brothers together for every misstep every wrong done that’s still my brother.
So I texted my brother this joke: “How do you organize a space party? you PLANET”... and under a minute later he is walking upstairs after my mom called him to help with dinner saying “sorry mom, I would love to help but I have to go kill myself. Your daughter just sent me the WORST joke ever”........ clearly SOMEONE doesn’t appreciate my amazing sense of humor
Siblings are strange. On one hand, they’ll murder each other for the last cookie, and on the other they’ll die to keep each other safe.
I’m stuck with two brothers, one older and one younger, and I know the feeling of wanting to strangle them for being obnoxious turds. But I know I also wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for them, and I can rest confident they’d do the same for me in a heart beat.
That’s just how siblings are.
Your Love is a Bad Medicine
Dean Winchester x Sister! reader
Song: Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi
Warning: Separation anxiety
Description: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college. Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.
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(Y/n) tapped her foot anxiously against the dirty red carpet of the motel room. She sat in the green chair by the window, glancing through the blinds, into the parking lot.
The sun had gone down a while ago so the only illumination she had were the few door lights that actually worked. (Y/n) bit into her bottom lip, gnawing at the bruised skin as her anxiety peaked a bit more. The small box TV sitting on the dresser played in the background. Static flickered every now and again due to the bad quality of the motel. The young girl turned it on to distract herself from the road but the worry for her brother grew and grew over the night.
Dean had left hours before sunset and had not come back since. She knew he could handle himself but the worry that something bad could happen inundated through her mind, nonetheless. Slipping her fingers through to push the blinds open, she felt tears forming in her eyes when she still didn’t see the Impala turning into the motel.
(Y/n)’s throat began to clog up as she tried to stop from letting out a cry. She then glanced at her phone that was charging on the bed. Almost too quickly, she threw herself across and pulled the cell harshly off the plug. She instantly went into her contacts, her shaking finger hovering over Dean’s name. She pressed down, listening to the repeating ring coming from the phone.
However, the instant feeling of guilt spread through her. (Y/n) immediately went back to the home screen and sighed. She wouldn’t want to bother him because of her worries, especially if he was working. A few stray tears dropped, and she lies her head back on the flat pillows.
“Maybe listening to music will help,” the girl whimpered, turning the screen on and pressing the downloads she had. A smile reached her quivering lips as she saw the name of a song her and Dean like to sing together. She began to softly play it on her phone speaker. The beginning music resonated, causing her smile to widen.
Your love is like a bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Whoa oh oh
Shake it up like a bad medicine
There ain’t no doctor that can cure my disease
(Y/n) turns it up as old memories began to resurface. She lifts herself, resting her elbows on the top of her knees. Leaving her phone in her lap, she reposed her head and closes her eyes, humming softly to the music.
I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease
And it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
I got lots of money but it isn’t what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me
And I got all the symptoms, count ‘em, one, two, three
Suddenly, the door opens with an obnoxious voice singing along with the chorus. “Your love is like a bad medicine! Bad medicine is what I need!”
(Y/n) jumps from her spot and instantly turns off the song that was playing. Her eyes were wide with fright and her fingers twitched at her side.
Dean stood in front of the door, a few bags in hand. His brows furrow with confusion as he notices his little sister’s current state. He places the bags on the table that was beside the dresser, turning to (Y/n) with new concern. “What’s wrong, ankle-bitter?”
“N-nothing! I just wasn’t expecting you to barge through like that,” (Y/n) replies, mentally cursing for her nervous habits.
Dean gave his famous smirk, pulling his jacket off his shoulders. “Well, I thought you would be asleep until I heard music blaring. I guess we were both surprised.”
“Y-yeah.” (Y/n) simply replies as she got up on the bed again and watched Dean go into the bathroom to change.
After a few minutes, he comes out, plopping himself on the bed. “So, what have you been up to?” Dean asks, leaning himself on the headboard.
“Not much...” (Y/n) mumbled out with a shrug.
“(Y/n), is everything alright?” Another shrug was all he got. “Look at me.”
She felt stupid. He was right here but she felt tears swarming again. Why was she so scared?
“It’s nothing,” she said after a few breaths to calm herself.
“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Dean grumbles. He straightens himself to a sitting position, all humor gone from his eyes. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind-- is it about Dad?”
“No! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about his safety but that’s not it.” (Y/n) replied quickly.
“So, something is bothering you?”
The youngest Winchester sighs with irritation. She hates it when Dean does this. He knows just what to say and he will press on until she confesses.
“I was worried about you, that’s all.”
“Why? I was only out for a couple of hours,” Dean questions.
“I-I know... doesn’t mean something bad couldn’t happen within those nine hours,” (Y/n) mutters in embarrassment.
“You were counting time... is that why you called? I was going to answer but you hung up before I could.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You get nervous, I get it,” Dean trivializes, “but hey, we’re both here.”
“Yeah,” (Y/n) agreed, smiling slightly at him.
“Get some sleep. We gotta a good drive tomorrow,” Dean said, smiling in return.
(Y/n) nodded, situating herself to a laying position on the bed. She felt Dean shift too, resting on his back. “Hey Dean...” she asks, while closing her eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think Sam will be glad to see us?”
“I don’t know... I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Sleeping would help pass the time.”
“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight.”
“Night (Y/n).”
Your love is like a bad Medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Whoa oh oh
Shake it up like a bad medicine
You got the potion that can cure my disease
This is amazing <33
“…Mikey~? Lizzy…?
You don’t hate me… right?
I still remember that promise- ‘all we need is each other’. I never forget promises. And even then, the games I played with the daisy flowers in Uncle Henry’s backyard said no one would ever love me.
That’s not true, is it? You know it’s not true… I do too.
All we need is each other.
Please don’t hate me. Please don't yell at me, scream at me. Don't make me cry like we did before.
You still love me, even after you hurt me, even after I hurt you- even after all the mistakes we made and all the times we made each other cry. Right? I know you do. I know you’re the best siblings in the entire world- I know you’re my family- my beloved family, I know you love me. And I love you.
Don’t leave me, please, don't hate me… it hurts when you leave me. I’ll give you anything, fulfill your every wish. I’ll do anything for you… for you to love me again.
I love you guys so much. I love you.
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I love you.
Please don’t hate me.
Ṕ̴̣͎̣̉̏̓̽͜l̸̢̼͖̖͇͎͓̏̒͊͋͗̿̂͆̈͆͂̀̕͜͜ḛ̸̛̘͇͓̰̪͈̘̃̿̑̓͌̾̄͊̒̌͗͊̕͜͝ạ̷͙̰̤͎̄͋̾̈́̎̃̃̀͘͜͠͝s̸̛̪͎̝̠̜̼̼̳͚͔̜̱̒̌̊͛̿́̉̀̄ͅͅȩ̷̛͈̤̼̗̯̯̻̝̰̐.̶̡̨̼̹͎̭͎̗̜̮̖̅̓͐͗̽̕̕”
I left one of my books open and my brother wanted to place it somewhere else because he was cleaning. The only thing he found to use as a bookmark was a sock (from the ones whose pair got lost in the Narnia wardrobe years ago)
I taught him well🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Another voltron au
A frozen au were allura is elsa with lance as Anna and it's pretty much similar to frozen so allura had ice powers and lance like Anna has that weird strength to do things like toss a heavy marble statue bust and cut a thick rope made to hold people in one swing anyway her and lance used to be really close untill the accident that lance doesn't remember, Lotor as Hans of course the smooth talking hottie that turns out to be bad, maybe sendak as weasel town , Keith as Kristoff the loveable outcast whos not to good with people interaction who helps out the , Shiro as Sven the closest to Keith who helps him out, Hunk as olaf the cute warmhearted one who helps everyone, Coran and the Holts as servant family's that have been with the royal family for generations, The Holt children refer to him as Uncle an honorary title of course because everyone in the castle knows if you have something wrong or just need to talk go to Uncle Coran and even if he can't help you'll always feel better after talking to him and everyone also knows that little pouch he keeps on his belt is full of little wrapped chocolate for the really bad days the story follows the brother and sister for most parts but mostly lance but it's a slower story then frozen so theres more home to show how there lives are affected by everything and give more "screen time " to the other characters such as coran or maybe pidge and in the end it's still lance/Anna that throws themselves in front of the sword instead of kissing, and i love lance being girly as much as the next but i don't want it to be his man factor because I've seen a lot of fanfic using the fact Lance is bi to have him wear perfume and make up with crop tops and short shorts or skin tight clothing or even just leggings and a large sweater and like all the other characters as soon as they see the other side of lance like hes doing dance or a singer and its like how can this loud, obnoxious and annoying person that flirts with it as long as theres a pulse be the same person and im not completely against these things i just feel like if you make him all about that and acting like that you take away so much of who lance is and what kind of person he actually is but I've gotten off topic all because i wanted to say i think lance should havemore of a princely looking thing going on the a girly princess because i think it would fit with just making the two siblings even more different from each other but in the end it doesn' matter but ultimately i wouldn't care because like if i don't write it, its up too the writers personally taste for Lance but i know I'd like it no matter what
So I was tickling my brother the other day, and he’s trying EVERYTHING to get away. He hides in my mom’s closet and yells, “I’M GAY! GO AWAY!”.
My formerly-a-pastor, very Christian grandfather loses his crap.
My brother admits he was joking, and I’m just lying on the ground, dying of laughter. Like- losing my friggin mind.
Never have I been so proud of my brother.