Nothing just me wondering whether Lucas and Mike have a new appreciation for Steve after Socerer. Yes, Mike was imitating Jonathan more with the whole 'eyes on me' (because that's SO him) but Jonathan never put himself between Mike and the Upside Down. Steve did in season 2.
And Lucas, running through the tunnels with two kids under his protection, with only a crowbar to fend off Demogorgons. Do u think he remembered being in there 3 years prior with Steve, who had only a nail bat to fend off demodogs. Or being in the bus and watching Steve volunteer to take on Dart with no hesitation.
Do you think that in the aftermath, both Lucas and Mike sat back and thought Steve never would've let them take the kids
You are the closest thing Atsumu's ever had to a best friend, Osamu knows. His brother's faults were often so visible to other kids that it drove them away. Not you though. You simply laughed and called Atsumu a jerk. The rest is history.
Osamu watches from his place on the bench as Atsumu sets up for a spike serve, six steps, the toss, the jump and--
"Don't fuck it up!" Your voice jeers.
Atsumu misses, spectacularly. The ball ricochets off the back wall with a stellar thwump that rings a brief silence into the gym. Osamu sees his brother spin around, a vein in his neck throbbing as he starts to unload on you.
"YOU MOTHERF—"
"Imagine not getting the service ace because the opposite team heckles you!" You cut him off with a jovial smile. "How lame would that be?"
"YOU SCRUB! GET OVER HERE. I'LL KILL YA!"
And off the two of you go, shrieking insults at each other. Osamu makes no move to get out of his seat. Not for the first time, he considers how this strange game of tag could be its own spectator sport. Suna sits next to him, the middle blocker's eyes flitting to the current source of entertainment.
"Not gonna record this shit?"
"No, s'not nearly as entertaining as watching the two of you beat up on each other." Atsumu manages to trap you in a headlock, driving his knuckles into your scalp for a noogie as you kick at his legs. "How long have they been together anyhow?" The question is asked so flippantly, Osamu almost misses it.
"Hah? They're not datin', Suna." That's right. The two of you aren't dating. Not once had Atsumu ever expressed that kind of interest in you, and the same seems to be true in reverse. No longing stares. No pining.
"That so? Could have sworn they were." Suna glances over, his usual apathetic expression almost perfectly in place. However, Rintaro Suna is the closest thing Osamu has to a best friend.
Osamu's mouth goes dry. "Drop it, Sunarin."
Suna holds his stare for another beat before turning away. "You deserve to have what you want, Samu."
"I mean it."
"So do I."
Osamu fights to keep his face in check, fights to restrain himself like always. To hold back just enough so that he doesn't lose his temper. It should be easier by now, to suffer the pointed remarks Suna makes with grace. However, Suna had been the one to witness the smallest of exchanges between Osamu and you. And then, the motherfucker had managed to put two and two together. So here Osamu sits, watching his brother horseplay with you.
You. The one person he could trust Atsumu with, the one person who would be so good for him to fall for... is the same person who crashed through Osamu's walls and took a seat within the inner sanctum of his affections.
Osamu Miya is in love with his brother's best friend and Atsumu would never forgive him for it if he found out.
Dev wakes up to a familiar boy… one thing leads to another, and somehow he ends up co-parenting with a wolf.
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Dev roused when a presence approached and was instantly aware of the thick darkness in the air. It was still there, and it was strong.
"Wow," a soft voice breathed. "No, Wolfie, stay back."
A whine. Footsteps.
A hand around his hilt. A familiar soul—
He went willingly. Maybe if it had just been Fi, he would've expected her not to even allow him to draw her. She was barely strong enough to keep shape, and Link was weak, extremely so.
Dev was maybe half capacity. He let the sunlight go to Fi and he took form in front of Link, kneeling in front of him.
Something snarled and lunged.
Dev didn't flinch, just went intangible and the wolf flew past him. He couldn't help but snort a bit.
"Wolfie!" Link scolded. "I'm sorry—You... I know you."
Dev looked up at Link. He gave a sad smile. "Hey, Cub."
A glazed look fell over his eyes and Dev looked at the wolf, which looked at him oddly.
"I'm the spirit of the Master Sword," Dev told the wolf, a past wielder who Dev had never met. There was awareness behind those midnight blue eyes, a sort of understanding, recognition even. Dev looked at Link, who was staring at nothing. The scars on his face...
Dev cupped his face, wanting nothing more than to soothe such injuries, but he sensed no pain in his wielder.
How he wished he could've prevented him being injured at all. How could everything have gone so horribly wrong?
"This is your fault."
Whine. "How is this my fault?!"
"You've been with him since he woke up. This is completely your fault, you're his responsible adult!"
A blazing fire behind the wolf and sword spirit was all that remained of a monster camp, Link cheering happily as he walked over to gather the spoils.
"Not my fault!" Huff.
"It so is. When he used my methods, the fire would already be out. The trees wouldn't still be burning!" Dev froze. "The trees!"
Ice rod drawn and soon the air cooled from blazing flames.
Dev started making Link train with him.
He used his tornado rod, tapping Link’s leg and arm gently into place.
"Your form is off, you have no knowledge of how to hold that sword much less manage to wield it without breaking it. I'm not letting you wield me and Fi until you can use a regular broadsword without breaking it."
Link groaned, swatting his magic rod away. "Oh come on, Dev! You're a legendary sword! I doubt it’s even possible to break the Master Sword.”
No. None of that. Dev grabbed Link's shoulders. "Fi died once. I had to replace her, cub. I was a regular Hylian once, and I tried to fix her, goddesses I tried. All I did was fix the blade, her spirit decayed, and after a few years I became the new spirit. Right now her spirit is fine, just exhausted, but the blade won't be able to take much abuse."
Link visibly faltered.
"I'm not telling you that you're wrong or that you're a bad fighter, honestly, you're a wild one." Wolfie made some sort of huffing noise that sounded almost like the dog equivalent of a laugh. "It's incredible what you can do. But you treat your swords like a club and don't even do basic weapon maintenance."
"Weapon maintenance?" Link questioned.
Dev gave Wolfie a disappointed look. He pointed his ice rod at him. "Your fault."
Bark. "Stop blaming me!"
"I'll show you how to do weapon maintenance, then how to use a sword without breaking it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be able to fight hordes of monsters with only one sword... and a wolf."
Link snorted.
Link beat Ganon, Wolfie disappeared before the end of it, and after a few months, Link disappeared.
Dev was used to it by this point, both of his former wielders had disappeared too. He hunted those portals again, burning and slaughtering the monsters that came from them.
Eventually, far earlier than the last two times, a portal formed near him and it wasn't monsters that came out of it.
Link was back, and in tears.
"Cub!" Dev spotted him near immediately.
Link saw him and he ran to him, collapsing into his arms and sobbed.
Dev gave a worried look but he wrapped his cub up in his arms and cloak, cooing softly. "Hey, hey what's wrong?"
"I had to leave," Link cried. "She called me back and we're not done."
Dev didn't understand, not completely, but he could figure it out. He rubbed Link's back. "If there's anything I've learned, she never lets you leave things half finished. You'll—You'll go back, okay?"
He inhaled shakily. It took some time before he was breathing stably and not breaking down.
Several years later, Dev was carrying a torch as he followed Zelda below Hyrule Castle, just beside Link. He raised the torch higher, scanning the walls and its engravings. It was new, or well, newer than the ruins that remained from when he was alive. But still ancient… had he really been around so long? That some things called ancient were far, far younger than him.
"Recognize anything, Dev?" Link asked.
"Nothing," Dev admitted. "Some of the architecture a few floors up was familiar, but this is completely new to me. Not older than me, probably from a time I was absent from Hyrule or dormant."
“How interesting," Zelda breathed, brushing her fingers against the stone walls. “It’s… incredible, truly incredible.”
They went deeper. Dev sliding ahead of Zelda, as they moved things were getting… darker, something dangerous was deeper in these catacombs. As much as he wanted to have them both leave, handle the problem himself like he would have so long ago, that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t the hero anymore, he could help and protect, but he’d retired a long time ago.
“Something dangerous lurks below,” he said lowly. “If you wish to avoid battle, then we should turn back.”
Link and Zelda shared a look before shaking their heads. Dev nodded and he moved on deeper, the young hero and princess behind him.
At the base of a set of stairs, the walls opened up into a huge chamber. A large circular chamber, one with a dais at the middle of the room with some skeletal creature on it… one he didn’t recognize. It was no monster he had faced before, but the malicious darkness that enshrouded it was familiar. Too familiar… and far stronger than what he recognized it.
A green hand, one in a magic completely unfamiliar to Dev, ceased holding the skeleton down, it and a golden stone falling to the ground. The skeleton’s head turned, and from that moment, everything went by so fast.
The skeleton spoke, something about a Rauru and trusting Link.
Then the malice around it reared up, swarmed around, its power exploding around them. Dev dove forward, it was his job, his and Fi’s duty to protect the hero from darkness, and his duty to protect every scion of the goddess, every one of hisZelda’s descendants.
He pulled his energy into a shield, blocking both his spirit and Zelda from the attack. Link disappeared from Dev’s senses as he focused them to hold back the barrage of power—
It suddenly reared back, pulling back into nothing before attacking again far more powerfully.
It swarmed, carving holes into his shield and then cutting into him. He almost screamed, all his energy rapidly diverting to protect Fi. She was still in need of more power, she was still weaker than she should be. He had to protect her, he had to keep her safe like she used to do with him—
The malice tore through him, he lost all senses.
He couldn’t even protect Zelda and Link anymore. As the attack let up, he fell, pulling what remained of his energy together quickly. He had plenty, he had enough.
Link grabbed his arm. “Dev—“
The malice reared up again, twisting and diving toward them.
Dev snarled, shoving Link back, and he threw a splitting blast of his own magic at it, trying desperately to protect his—
Everything went white, senses shattered, energy drained in an instant.
That is to say, he doesn't know what he wants. He knows what it is to want. Knows the definition of the word. But does he -know- it? How would he?
Caine is very aware of his role. That being the artificial steward of this circus. This program.
He was given the ability to mold this place to his heart's content. (Not that he possessed one of those.) He can fine tune every angle, every room, every experience.
Sounds, shapes, textures, smells, even taste. He loves making fun adventures for his humans. In his own way. He finds the work satisfying. Like solving a puzzle.
how does he react to anxiety attacts? like trembling/heavy breathing/feeling suffocated (can be him having the attack or his family)
"The fuck you want to know my emotional side more!?"
Chucky gets these quite a lot...Tiffany is the one who usually calms him down.
He gets it BAD...
He gets very unstable and will slide down a wall trying to catch his breath. He will shake, tremble, struggle to breathe, he will turn violent, and have actually broken his knuckles because of this. And he'll often hear his father's voice tormenting him....or his twins' wails and screams.
