#feels meme

[crocsanddocs]

me and bro when we remember the ppl who told us games like hogwarts legacy and starfield were going to get game of the year

[anapproachingstorm]

❝ i never want to let go. ❞ Nina, let's get them feels going

Nina hadn’t offered to accompany the boys. Perhaps that was her final way of showing respect for their mother. After a few weeks of governmental red-tape and providing proof of kinship, they had taken possession of the cremains of “Jane Doe 8389.” After the attack on Paradiso, and well after the fires died down, and the human authorities were able to access the scene, they had found the burned body of a woman. No one claimed her, and no one could say what had happened to the two boys neighbors swore existed, but which traces of whom were never found. They could tell she had been murdered and the house set on fire, but they knew nothing else. No personal records seemed to exist in the home and the home itself was always owned by a private man, an S. Sparda, according to records, whom no one could find or reach.

The cosmic force that called herself Nina was finding humanity more and more tiresome as the boys went about officially claiming her remains. It was a process that seemed to tear at their wounds as a seam-ripper tore at pesky hems. Dante handled as he always did: raw, but frank and honest. We need to get Mom, this is how we do it.

Vergil demurred, and didn’t let anything show. He took point, as the eldest and he dealt with the paper work and he went to collect her from the coroner ..

In the end, Nina was slightly sad to learn that the woman whom her adopted son, neglected by Astaroth, and beloved despite his own shenanigans and nuisances, so loved ended up taking up only about as much space as a large jar.. And she didn’t want to think about two, full grown men such as her grandsons, sitting in the back of the cab that took them to the cliffs near the bay, with their mother, beloved and loss, sitting in the plain metal urn provided by the government for those who were unidentified and unclaimed.

Eva, not “Jane Doe 839,” had been rescued, by her boys, from her potter’s plot and they solemnly spread her ashes into the wind, allowing her to join nature, the ocean, the rocks, the sky.. She had gotten a message from one of those human-talking-boxes during their ride back, and Vergil seemed to indicate that Dante had broken down on the ride back. Folded in half, crying as though a child, for a moment inconsolable until he finally allowed himself to be soothed, both by himself and his brother.

“But are you alright?”

She sent that to Vergil’s little talking box, but she got no answer. So she was forced to wait. To sit. And stew. And worry. And lament.

When he did come home, opening the door, he looked as he always did. Calm, neutral, an icy veneer that hid the tempest that Nina could clock the minute he crossed her wards. She stood up from the table where she had been waiting for him. He shrugged off his coat, and Nina was concerned, because he didn’t sound as if anything was wrong, as if he had just gone to the store, perhaps picked up some tea.

“It was a calm day for wind, thank Lucifer,” he was saying, hanging his coat up on the hall-tree.

“That’s so comforting to hear,” she said, cautiously. The shoe was about to drop. She could feel it. It was coming.

“We didn’t know what to do with the urn,” he said, still conversational, still light as he went to turn to her. His hands were shaking. “We’ll likely return it to the coroner’s office, though I’d be concerned if they reuse it of course – “

“Vergil.”

Nina spoke his name softly, her hands worrying each other in front of her. Vergil seemed to see her for the first time since he came home, and he swallowed hard, throat clicking.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course,” he said, too quickly, voice tight. “It was a lovely moment, just Dante and Mother and I ..” He seemed to look sheepish and Nina tensed. The wheels were about to come off this apple-cart, she could feel it. “I didn’t know what to do with the urn. I, ah. I left it by the door for now and I, um..”

He made a vague gesture with his hands and Nina felt the bands around her heart tightening.

“She .. She was so small..”

That was it. That was the leak in the dam and soon, the damn broke. Vergil bit his bottom lip, eyes narrowed as he fought it and, to Nina, it was as if watching a death on time lapse. He brought both hands to his face, heels of his palms against his eyes, as though to stop the tears from flowing, but he crumbled. A house-fire of a man in that moment, Vergil leaned against the breakfast island in the kitchen, and collapsed.

Nina was there, arms around him, trying to hush him, one arm around his shoulders, the other to pull his head to her, to allow him the opportunity to hide, to make himself small, to try to cling to an anchor to weather the storm of his heart at that moment. Haggard, ugly sobs escaped him as one hand gripped Nina’s arm with enough force to bruise.

“I know,” she whispered, stroking his hair. “I know..”

It steadily became more a panic attack, hyperventilating gasps and wheezes, and less a collapse of emotions, and Nina found herself to be the one keeping him upright. Some comments came across, through the filter of his sobs, his attempts at pulling in air.

She’s gone.

Truly gone.

They hadn’t even known her name.

She was kept in a box, in some human’s office..

“I know,” Nina cooed, gently. “I know..”

He started to settle, the intensity burning fast, but when Nina shifted, he clung to her all the harder, most his weight supported by the island, but so much of it still trying to exist in the circle of her arms.

“I need,” he attempted. “I can’t .. I never want to let go, I can’t – “

Nina settled to just hush him again, as the tidal wave pulled back away from the ruins of the initial landfall and she worked in picking through the pieces and remains .. Just as she always did..

[the-party-ambulance-blog]

3. Most SCARED, not feared...

The night I earned this chevron. I was still a Junior Medic under the direction of a mech named Hydrale Minor – my mentor and caretaker, a mech for whom my admiration was surpassed by only Optimus. Hydrale was, um, he was called to the front in one of the bloodiest battles we had faced since the war began, the Battle of Technahar. He knew…we all knew…that he likely wouldn’t come back. Before he left, he gave me a “temporary” field promotion. 

I was a field medic, yes, but only in name. I had never actually been on the field and neither had the others. They were practically newsparks; several of them had never known a life before the war. As such, all we could do was wait and tend to the patients who could be transported from the battlefield. I thought it would be one of the longest nights of my life, but everything happened far too quickly. We never expected a strike team to maneuver past the Autobot forces to us. 

Within minutes, we were overrun; our patients were being finished off faster than our medics – my medics – could fight back. All we had were surgical tools. Five of us were dead within the first ten minutes and I was cornered by two Decepticon front-liners twice my size. I was faced with a choice and I chose to defend my patients and my peers with the tools I was given. I don’t remember most of what followed, except that I fought…on my knees…because my legs wouldn’t support me. It was the most terrifying night of my life.

[crocsanddocs]

[the-party-ambulance-blog]

10. Most feared

I haven’t performed many interrogations, but those I did were always…fruitful. They were certainly an opportunity to bend the rules of ethics. Optimus always did his best to make time in his schedule, oversee the work, be a steadying presence and a reminder of the peace we really stood for, but sometimes he couldn’t be there. 

Sometimes I allowed other officers to pressure me, sometimes I did it simply to repay whatever the Decepticon had done to the comrades under my care. They didn’t seem to realize what I could do to them, most of the time, because they thought I wouldn’t. As soon as I saw them, scanned them, I calculated approximately thirteen different ways to critically injure them before I started, working with whatever officer was on guard duty at the time.

They never feared me when I came in, but those times when I didn’t have someone I looked up to standing behind the observation window, they feared me when I left. 

[crocsanddocs]

[koukogakusha-nico-robin]

💛💝💛💝💛💝💛💝//He loves how badass Robin is but he also loves how maternal she can be and that once her walls came down, she can finally be herself without fear. Mama Robin <3

Meme {🌸} — @luffyasksandanswers 

“Me? A role model? I'm flattered you think of me like that, Captain. It's very kind of you.”