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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 17: Ruin Our Friendship

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With my breath hitched in my throat, my body is restless, turning under the soft covers as faint whimpers escape my parted lips. Eyes closed, I can see Jungkook’s silhouette standing by the fireplace as his body tenses upon hearing my footsteps get closer. Reaching for his shoulder, his skin is cold, ice cold. Something's off.

“Koo?” I whisper, gentle with my touch.

“Peaches,” his voice is soft, eyes sparkling with yellow hues from the fire as our bodies melt into each other's embrace.

“Where were you? I waited,” he says, gliding my hands up to his chest, pressing them against the pounding of his heart beating.

“Waited? I was right here the whole time,” I whisper with a stutter as my voice shakes from the confusion.

“No love, I was here, you were gone,” he smiles faintly, looking deep into my teary eyes before caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.

“Jungkook, I don't get it. What's going on?” I cry out, eyebrows furrowed as my stomach ties into a knot.

“I miss you more than I can bear Mira, but we had our time together. I have to let you go now,” he says dearly, resting his forehead on mine before focusing his gaze on my lips.

“Koo stop it, you're scaring me. Please, just tell me what's going on?” I scream, tightening my grasp around his torso as I pull us closer. Unable to hold back the tears any longer I feel them roll down my face as I rest my head on his chest, it's warm, really warm, but this time, I feel no heartbeat.

Gasping for air my chest heaves up as I scream out of my dream before looking around to check for Jungkook’s presence. His curtains block any light coming into the bedroom, fueling the panic rushing through my body from each empty space my hands touch until I can finally feel him.

“Shh Miraya, baby, what's wrong?” he inches closer, pulling my shaking body into his arms. Wiping the sweat off of my forehead he places a few strands of my hair behind my ear, eyes searching mine. I was a mess. But, the mere realization that it was all a dream made me feel more at ease, and as my breathing slowed down my focus was now on his concerned expression.

“Koo, please don't leave me,” I whisper, cuddling into his chest as his hands tighten around my waist. Looking up at his soft gaze, my eyes swell with tears thinking about the way I almost lost him. Confused by the words coming out of my mouth he leans his head closer to meet my eyes once again.

“Peaches, I’m right here, what’s wrong?”

“I had a dream. You said you had to let me go now and that you waited for me while I was gone?” I shake my head trying to recall the details from that scene, as the aching feeling in my heart intensifies.

“Baby, please try to calm down now. It was just a nightmare, I promise,” Jungkook says softly, hands still caressing my pale skin. Cupping my face in his palms, he rests his forehead on mine before pressing a deep kiss on my trembling lips.

“Let’s go shower, ok?”

Rinsing the soap off of me, Jungkook is gentle with his touch, leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of my body. Turning towards him, I glide my arms up his defined chest before intertwining my hands in his soft curls. Looking at his soft gaze, my heart is at ease. I’ve said this before, but when we’re together everything just makes sense. Nothing feels forced or rushed, but rather natural. It’s funny because, three months ago, neither of us knew of the other’s existence. Now, Jungkook’s presence in my life is the closest thing I have to a home.

If everything is so perfect, why does my heart's aching feeling hurt so bad? Even when we are inches apart, I fear the distance between us. Have I gone mad? Maybe. I was never good with commitment, feared being tied down, but also, craved the need to belong to someone. Not as an object but as someone whose whole world fits into someone else's. Meeting Jungkook was a step closer to that desire as our souls moulded into one. So, for now, I will cherish the moments we have together, suppressing the haunting voices in my head that feed off the anticipation of our ending.

Placing a kiss on my forehead, Jungkook unbuckles my seatbelt before opening the passenger door. While my back pressed onto the glass, his hands rested on either side of me, leaning in closer as the smell of his cologne filled the small space between us. Searching my eyes, his gaze softened.

“Me and you, baby,” he whispers into my ear, nibbling on the soft skin as I feel the flush rise up my cheeks. Watching my flustered state, a grin forms on his face.

“Stop babying me,” I try to say with a straight face, before bursting into a soft smile. I can’t even hide it, as he truly does have an effect on me. Whether I like it or not, Jungkook has become my weakness.

“Try to stop me,” he grins with a wink before leaning into a deep kiss. Connected again, my breathing is slow, hands now resting on his leather jacket.

“I have to go, Koo,” I manage to let out in between the kiss as his eyes stay focused on my lips.

“Just a little longer,” he whispers, gliding his hand down to my waist as my breath hitches in my throat. Enjoying the moment, Jungkook smiles into the kiss, thinking about how he got me exactly where he wanted. Close to him.

Jungkook’s POV

It’s been hours since I dropped Mira off at her dormitory, and since then I can’t stop thinking about her whimpering body in my arms as she begged me to stay. Nightmare or not, something in her mind has fueled this deep-rooted fear, but why? I’ve never been good at showing my affection, which is why my past relationships were short-lived and I take full responsibility for it. But with Mira, it seems that my heart is working overtime to make up for the lost possibilities. I should be the one begging her to stay because if she leaves I fear that I might actually have to consider adopting five dogs and settling down in the middle of nowhere. Mira has become my favorite feeling and she doesn’t even know it.

Turning in my bed, the thoughts in my head are louder than bombs. Everything reminds me of her as the smell of her perfume stains the soft sheets. This place has become as much of a home for her as it has been for me. So, as I check the time and notice the clock hit 10 pm, I’m saddened by the fact that I can’t even see her because she has her clinical today with Tae. Lucky bastard. Seeing no point in laying in this empty bed staring at the ceiling, I decide to go out for a late-night drive to clear my head.

Feeling the wind on my face, I speed towards the one place I can always find peace in, my safe escape. As moonlight shines down the road across the bridge, I remember the first time I brought Mira here. She didn’t have to, but she kept me company. Deep inside, that’s all I’ve ever wanted, someone to share the sunset with.

Reaching for my wallet, I pull out the snapshots we took at the photobooth as my eyes focus on her flushed cheeks. I never noticed, but her left eye squints a bit more when she smiles. My sweet Peaches, I think to myself as my eyes swell with tears. Caressing the film, I can feel my throat suddenly tighten making it harder to breathe. Unclasping my helmet for a moment, I gasp for air as my vision gets blurry, prompting me to slowly lose control of the handlebars. And just like that, the last thing I remember was seeing the flashing headlights ahead.

My body aches as I head towards the water fountain. God, today has drained me and I wish for nothing more than to be in Jungkook’s warm arms right about now. Day after day, the idea that nursing is an excruciating major is solidified in my head. I know that God gives the toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, but please, believe me, this battle is one more irritating patient away from being not mine. Nonetheless, my so-called break is short-lived as I feel my pager ring, ushering everyone in my cohort to head toward the emergency unit.

“Male, possibly in his early 20s, suffered an injury to his head following a motorbike accident west of the Oceana beach,” one of the paramedics states, rolling in a person from the ambulance as I squeeze past the crowd of nursing students and staff.

As my eyes scan the motionless body, my heart sinks to my feet upon the realization. It’s Jungkook. No, no, no, no, please God, no. Letting out a series of cries, I rush towards him, fighting back the hands pulling me from his side.

“Miss, please stay back, we need to check his vitals,” one of the doctors says, searching my scattered eyes as tears roll down my face.

“No, no, no, please, I can’t leave him alone, please,” I beg, falling to my knees as my cohort supervisor rushes to calm me down.

“Honey, everything will be fine. They’ll call you once visitors are allowed, ok?” she says softly, caressing my palms as we slowly walk towards the nearest bench beside Jungkook’s room.

It’s been about an hour, but it feels like time and my life has stopped since I saw Jungkook’s pale face. His head was bleeding, there was actual blood running down his face. God, why are you doing this? Staring at his room number, 9223, I can’t help but smile thinking about how that was the first day I met Jungkook. On the 2nd of September, at Jimin’s welcome party, as our paths crossed my life was changed forever. Reminiscing those memories, my mind went blank, muting the outside world as I failed to notice the nurse calling out for me.

“Miss? He is all ready now,” she says with a soft smile, before opening the door for me. Taking in a deep breath, I thank her before finally stepping inside.

“Peaches,” Jungkook lets out, his voice softer than ever. His form looks small and vulnerable under the hospital sheets as I run towards his arms, melting into the embrace. Pressing my head onto his warm chest, I feel the tears rolling down my face, as he caresses my hair.

“Miraya, baby, please don’t cry,”

“Don’t tell me not to cry when I saw you lifeless an hour ago,” I snap, gasping for air as my heart begins to ache again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, lowering his head, eyes focused on my trembling hands.

“Koo, what happened?” I cry out, moving closer before searching his eyes, which have swelled with tears.

“I don’t know, it happened so quickly. But, the doctor said that it shouldn’t be anything more than a mild concussion. However, they’re still waiting on my CT scans,” he explains, hands fidgeting with the IV tubes. Softening my gaze, I place a soft kiss on his forehead before meeting his eyes once again.

“You got me worried sick, Koo,” I whisper before our moment is interrupted by a group of doctors in charge of Jungkook’s case. Walking in, one goes straight to check the vital machines and another puts in a new IV bag, as the last one focuses her gaze on me.

“Miss, what is your relationship to Mr. Jeon?” she asks, her tone is strict and to the point.

“I’m just his frie…” I stutter before hearing Jungkook’s voice bud in.

“Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend,” he says confidently, caressing my palms with a smile.

“Alright then, well, it seems that Mr. Jeon will have to stay overnight as we are still waiting on a few more test results. Until then, please rest and feel free to call the nurses whenever you need anything,” she says looking at the both of us before ushering the staff out of the room.

“Peaches, it’s late, you don’t have to stay,” Jungkook lets out, gaze focused on my lips.

“I’m not leaving you, Koo. Clearly, you can’t live without me,” I giggle, even harder upon seeing his bunny teeth.

“You’re right, I need you,” he whispers, pulling me in closer before placing a soft kiss.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, and I guess now is as good of a time as any,” he says softly, taking in a deep breath before looking back at my eyes.

“The funny thing is that I wasn’t even looking when I found you. Truthfully, I had no intention of getting involved with someone romantically again, or at least not for a little while. But, once I met you, I knew exactly what I wanted,” Jungkook explains, laying my hands on his chest.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,”

Feeling my throat tighten, my breathing slows as my chest begins to heave up. Noticing the flush rise up my cheeks, Jungkook searches my scattering eyes, which are now unable to keep contact with his.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just need you to know,” he whispers softly, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand before letting out a soft grin.

“I ... I’m gonna go get you some water,” I manage to let out with a faint smile, before rushing out of the room, escaping the suffocating feeling. God, Mira, what is wrong with you? Why can’t you just confess your feelings to him? It’s not like you’re lying, of course, you love Jungkook. Then, why is it so hard to say it? Shaking my head, I make my way towards the cafeteria before my thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Mira? Mira, how are you?” Hanbin says, waving me over to the empty table.

“Oh, hi Hanbin,” I say quietly, mind still not completely present in the moment.

“Jeez, Jungkook really got you worried sick, huh?” he chuckles, analyzing the dried tear stains on my face and scrubs.

“Yeah …” I let out a small laugh, before attempting to get back up as he does the same, offering to walk me down the hallway back towards Jungkook’s room. Before I could reply, his hand rested on my back, helping me get back on my shaky feet. Noticing the change on my face, Hanbin is quick to retrieve his hand as a grin forms on his face.

“You do love him, don’t you?” he shakes his head.

“Sorry?” I say, my tone more serious and deep now.

“Jungkook, you love him, don’t you?” he asks again, and although my initial reaction was to tell him to mind his own business, at that moment, it finally hit me that I've never loved anyone as much as I loved Jungkook.

My moment of epiphany, however, was yet again interrupted by none other than Jungkook himself, as he stood by the entrance of the cafeteria. Holding onto the IV drip bar, his grip tightens upon seeing Hanbin next to me. Looking back at my form, the poor fella excused himself before giving Jungkook a teasing smirk.

Stoned face, Jungkook made his way towards my timid body before sitting on the bench next to me. As I tried to do the same, his grip around my waist tightened, pulling my form onto his thighs. Ignoring my helpless yelps of protest, his gaze was heavy, eyes focused on my lips.

“Peaches, can’t we just ruin our friendship?” he pouts, letting out a deep sigh.

“Haven’t we already? I don’t know many friends who occasionally sleep with each other,” I tease, leaning closer as our lips remain inches apart.

“That’s true, but … ouch,” Jungkook whimpers, breaking our eye contact as his hands hold onto his aching head.

“Mira, it hurts,” he screams in pain, before falling onto the ground.

“Koo! What’s wrong? Someone help! Please help!” I yell out in panic, eyes searching for staff as Junkook’s doctor and her team rush through the entrance.

“Miss, please move back, we need to get him back into his room immediately,” one of them tells me, as they place his weak body onto the hospital stroller.

“What? Where am I? Who are you?” I could hear Jungkook’s voice shout at the staff, his voice trembling with fear as if he was unable to recognize the familiar faces.

“What’s going on? Please, just tell me,” I beg, trying to catch up to Jungkook as one of the nurses stops me at his room.

“Mr. Jeon’s CT scans came back. The head injury turned out to be more serious than we initially thought, and it is now affecting his memory,” she explained, as the entrance shuts closed. Feeling my stomach tie into a not, my heartbeat raises as I bang on the door, demanding to be let in. But, it was too late, and as my eyes met Jungkook's for the last time, they swelled with tears. Everything I was afraid of happening, happened. And just like that, I lost him before ever saying how much I loved him back.

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celaenaeiln · 7 months

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would the line “you’ve got the same eyes as your father and you carry the same kind of temper too” work for dick or jason?

I'm not sure actually. I think it might be Jason.

Jason has a firey temper. When he gets mad, it's hot and fuelled. Every word adds fuel to the ever-growing flame, and he's like a blanket of destruction, everyone gets caught up in the flames until all the houses are on fire.

Dick's anger is like ice. When he gets mad, he picks the sorest, absolute sorest, point of the other person and claws it open to twist a poisoned dagger into it. He freezes people out. And that cold way of his, of purposefully aiming where it hurts in order to push them away hurts the person he's targeting. It leaves them feeling rankled because he hit them where they're the weakest but the way he distances himself from them leaves them wrong-footed and hurt and angry. When he fights with Donna and Bruce, he points out their mistakes, their flaws, and their faults and hones in on them like missile.

Jason's version of anger seems to match Bruce more. When Bruce is properly angry, he's just spewing flames. He'll say anything and everything and whatever lands, lands. He fights with his fists and voice much like Jason does while Dick fights with his words. Dick's anger matches Bruce's hurt but Jason's anger matches Bruce's anger. It'd also be fitting to say that Jason and Bruce have the same eyes. Neither of them were able to overcome their trauma, always ending up circling back to the same scene. It haunts them at all hours of the day and ends up being part of their worst nightmares. Dick also gets nightmares about his parents' deaths too when he gassed or put in such a situation, but he's able to move on. But not these two, not without someone else's help.

"You've got the same eyes as your father and carry the same kind of temper too"? That's Jason and Bruce.

#bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #thanks for the ask!#cl anon asks

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itspkuwu · 28 days

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Why I Think Marie Kanker Can Be A Good Person

I truly don’t think that Marie is really “evil” (unlike Lee). Even in the show, she does have some nice moments. My conclusion: Marie is only the way she is due to being under Lee’s bad influence.

People would say that it’s only May who’s under the bad influence. But let’s really think about this. We’ve seen Marie vent out her anger in Hanky Panky Hullaballoo in a HEALTHY way through painting. Sure, her art was passive aggressive, but nobody was actually getting hurt. Even if it was only shown once.

And Marie isn’t individualistic like May. Marie relies on Lee for practically everything. Imagine if Lee wasn’t around. Would Marie be as cruel? Would she be jabbing at May? Because Lee often says things like “Good one, Marie.” whenever Marie does jab at May. So the backup “support” from Lee is still fueling Marie’s train. Every bad thing Marie does comes from Lee.

Oh and another thing! When Marie was bickering with Jonny over the pie slice. Was Lee around? No. Therefore, did Marie see the need to pummel him? No.

Like I said, when Lee isn’t around, Marie will fight vocally. But not physically. Case and point: This scene from Hanky Panky Hullaballoo

Lee is even the one who points out to Marie that Double D is “flirting”. And instead of instantly going after May with direct anger, the scene fades out to show Marie venting through passive aggressive painting, which is actually a healthy way to deal with anger. This time, unlike other times, she was able to hold herself back. For the sake of not wanting to hurt her little sister again. And she’s not even facing Lee, most likely knowing Lee already disapproves of her artwork.

But unlike in Fistful of Ed when Marie was fighting with Jonny over the pie slice, Lee is around. The frustration of wanting to know what’s on those cards Jonny’s running with, and thinking that Double D is her significant other, sparking jealousy, is already bad enough, but remembering that Lee can clearly see what’s she’s doing, and probably already aware that Lee is expecting her to use violence, and is even watching over her argument with Jonny…

This is what causes Marie to snap. The peer pressure of needing to prove her reliability.

So, if not for the bad influence from her older sister, who is Marie Kanker?

If you look hard enough, Marie is actually pretty smart.

She’s logical and wanted to call the cops when the ship in a bottle was stolen.

And no, this isn’t like in A Twist Of Ed where Lee also wanted to call the cops. Lee only used that as a last resort. Meanwhile it was Marie’s first, and actual reasonable instinct.

She keeps her history with her, and corrected Double D when he thought it was “Eddy’s land”.

She also has an artist side. I’ve already shown her painting, but earlier on in the same episode, she referred to May as “Vincent Van Stinko”(which I’ll explain why she jabs at May further down) So Marie clearly knows famous artists from history.

She even seems to have a liking for mechanics. She became very excited when Eddy tricked her into thinking there was an abandoned car axel near by.

And it could be argued that they ALL have a thing for car mechanics, like when they’re all reading a magazine about tire irons, or when May says “I love truck tires!”

But this trait especially shines through with Marie in The Mis Ed-ventures video game. In The Nightmare On Ed Street level, The Eds are to bring a gift to each Kanker Sister. Marie’s gift is a can of car axle grease.

Oh, and in case you’re curious, Lee’s gift is another stupid ship in a bottle, and May’s gift is a book about taxidermy. (poor girl probably thought it was about stuffed animal toys)

And I don’t know if it’s just me, but I swear I can only hear Marie and May giggling and being excited over the tire irons magazine. Not Lee. Just listen:

Probably just another form of manipulation. Pretending to be just as thrilled as her sisters to keep their un deserved trust towards her. Or maybe I’m just crazy. But I prefer to go with the former.

And Marie DOES have really sweet moments. She was playing movie star with May and even hugged her later on in Homecooked Eds.

(i’m obsessed with this picture of them hugging) She used that same camera a lot in the episode so she’s into filming.

And most important of all: She doesn’t instigate like Lee. And I feel she only jabs at May to gain Lee’s approve. She’s afraid of Lee herself, and only uses violence when Lee is around. Like what I said before with Jonny and the pie slice.

In conclusion: I’d call Marie a creative individual. Who knows how to open her heart, but has it locked away again by Lee.

And Marie even jabs at Lee too. Probably to get back at her for making her bully May. My favorite example: When she yanked out Lee’s arm pit hair.

Marie was ignoring May when she asked her to flip her over. And right before Lee jumps onto Marie and goes “Can’t you hear your sister talkin to ya?”, probably to instigate more sarcastic teasing upon May, you can see Marie frowning a bit. She must’ve felt bad for her and maybe even regretful when she heard Lee tell May to shut up. And so, to get back at her, she seeks the opportunity to cause Lee even a little bit of physical harm and calls her a “sucker”.

To me, Lee is like this angry, evil villain boss. Meanwhile Marie and May are her two little “minions” who secretly want to leave, but are too afraid to. Or in this case, don’t know any better. And I’m just trying to proof that Marie DOES act like an actual person. Something I definitely cannot say about Lee. Think about it, what other character traits has Lee shown other than bully, creep, and (I guess) leader????

I don’t really know how to end this post lol. So I’ll just say I’d like to hear your thoughts on Marie :3

#ed edd n eddy #cartoon network #marie kanker #may kanker #lee kanker #character analysis #analysis post #there’s good in her #I can just feel it #the kanker sisters #screenshots incoming

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belit0 · 10 months

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GOD- I HAVE THE PERFECT SONG

am i the only person who when hearing "blood//water - grandson" thinks of indra? 😭

YOU GOT IT RIGHT! NO PROBLEM!!! (can be either to relate characters with songs or to talk about the characters themselves with the lyrics!!)

IN FACT, I ONCE STARTED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR INDRA WITH THIS SONG BUT THEN I DISAPPEARED LOL, SO THIS IS MY REVENGE!!!

"We'll never get free, lambs to the slaughter. What shall you do when there's blood in the water, brother?" Indra asks in disgust, infernal fires roaring inside his chest at the image unfolding before him.

He holds his two nephews by the hair, a girl and a boy, as young as eight years old, presumably twins, whom he never had the good fortune to meet. When he learned his younger brother had had heirs, it was time to strike where it would hurt the most.

"The price of your greed is your son and your daughter. Again, what shall you do when there's blood in the water Ashura?" Both children cry in panic, begging their father to do something, to save them from the monster who stole them from the safety of their beds at night, to intervene and protect their lives.

On the floor, the younger Otsutsuki lies on his knees, both hands braced in front of his body to support his own weight, knowing that if he moves even a single muscle presumptuously, his brother will not hesitate to end his children's lives. There is a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, lower lip clenched between his teeth as he alternates his gaze between the two, trying to decide.

"Look me in my eyes Otouto, tell me everything's not fine, people ain't happy, and our river has run dry," Indra comments cynically, as if the kids' cries fuel his hatred more and more. He crouches down on the floor behind them and releases their hair to catch them by the neck, pressing them against each of his shoulders and stealing their breath in the process.

The little ones stop screaming due to the lack of oxygen, and the haunting Machiavellian grin shining on his older brother's face is something he only saw in his worst nightmares. "You thought you could go free, start a family, yet our father's system is done for." He can see his children's little faces turn redder and redder, paralyzed on the ground and adrift, following his brother's will only to try to preserve their lives.

If Indra really wanted to kill them, he would have done it already.

"If you listen here closely, there's a knock at your front door. I've been hunting you for a long time, and now I'm here."

"Please... Aniki!"

His response is a laugh full of malevolence, as he releases his nephews and hugs them as though genuinely loving them, holding their heads against his neck and kissing the crown of their heads as a doting uncle would. There is a different gleam in his eyes, unlike the one he wore the last time he saw him, when they fought to death the last time.

Indra is completely out of his mind.

"Aniki... Aniki... Aniki... no need to drag them into this, just take me and-"

"Beg me for mercy Ashura, admit you were toxic! You poisoned me just for some more power in your pocket... Now I am the violence, I am the sickness, won't accept your silence, beg me for fucking forgiveness!" His face transforms, features mutating into violence and proper madness, an aura darker than normal surrounding him as he holds the children by the collars of their shirts, lifting them into the air as he stands on his feet.

Ashura can only follow the image from the ground, in the same position since this terrifying scene began, watching bleary-eyed as his kids find themselves at the mercy of a true psychopath.

"The price of your greed is your son and your daughter. What shall you do?" Before he can reply to his twisted riddle, his children's backs are illuminated by a flash of blue, a cloud of electricity that stiffens their bodies. The elder Otsutsuki sends them flying through the air with ease, and before they can touch the ground, he pierces both of their chests with both of his hands, pulling out their hearts on the spot.

"I AM THE PEOPLE, I AM THE STORM, I AM THE RIOT, I AM THE SWARM! WHEN THE LAST TREE'S FALLEN ANIMAL CAN'T HIDE, POWER WON'T SOLVE IT! WHAT'S YOUR ALIBI ASHURA?" The wickedness of his actions is palpable in the air, and between unhinged screams he drops the inert bodies of his nephews, letting them fall to the ground with a hole in their chest and their dull eyes.

"WHAT SHALL YOU DO WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER?!"

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theghostofashton · 9 months

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fic stats meme

thank you for the tags @chaotictarlos and @reyesstrand <3

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words. (only doing LS fics for this)

most hits: you saw the truth in me

TK Strand. He’s been asked to train TK Strand. He almost didn’t believe it, when he opened his inbox on Monday morning. He had to read Nancy Gillian’s email three times before it started to sink in. TK Strand is making his return to acting after five years, and he’s been asked to train him for the role. Anyone who doesn’t know TK Strand is living under a rock. His story will go down in pop culture history as one of the biggest falls from grace this industry has seen in years. Hollywood’s golden boy, years of good press and praise heaped onto him for his talent, his charisma, his massive heart, all thrown away after a failed engagement and drug-fueled bender broke headlines. Or, Carlos is a celebrity personal trainer, and lapsed actor TK Strand is his new client.

second most kudos: the hiding out is done

TK reaches for one of his hands and presses two fingers to the base of his wrist. “Your pulse is racing, baby. What’s going on?” “It’s-” He cuts himself off, searching for the words but coming up dry. How is he supposed to tell TK he just dreamt about his own death? How is he supposed to break his heart like that? Or, the nightmares haven't let up and Carlos is at his limit.

third most comments: support beams bend and break

It doesn’t feel fair. It doesn’t feel fair that he has to go through all this just because some guy decided to play a stupid prank. Because he cared about his job, cared about finding that woman and baby that were being abused. He doesn’t think it’s fair that everything hurts this much when he just wanted to do the right thing. He just wanted to help that woman, to make sure she and her child were safe. Only she and her child never existed, and he fell right into their trap. He’s so mad he’s seeing red. And he knows he shouldn’t be. He knows the anger is useless. He knows it won’t do anything for him. He knows he just needs to get past this, just put it behind him, but he can’t. He can’t move on. He doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to not feel this. or, a missing scene from 3x11

fourth most bookmarks: now and forever

“I know,” he says. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” “You found a man that loves you,” she says. “You have so much love to give, Carlitos, and you’ve found someone who loves you just as much. That’s not luck, that’s the journey. Learning and loving and letting life bring you everything it has to offer.” The journey. Their journey, which has been full of twists and turns, ups and downs, life throwing just about everything at them. Their journey, which has been so hard at times but so rewarding, at others, so full to the brim with joy and laughter and warmth that it feels like a dream. He’s never been able to wake up from it, and he never wants to. or, the dinner (and more)

fifth most words: until we laugh again (technically the hiding out is done but in the interest of not repeating too much)

He keeps playing the phone call over in his head. Paul handing him the phone, his dad listing off Kendra’s symptoms, the panic that shocked his whole body when Owen said he was starting rescue breaths. He should’ve expected it. He knows his dad well enough to know that if there’s something he can do to save someone, he will. No matter what. Even if it could mean losing his own life in the process. TK shudders, squeezing his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to think about that. He really, really doesn’t want to think about that. or, the aftermath of a second failed game night.

least words: support beams bend and break

i'll tag @sanjuwrites @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @paperstorm and leave an open tag for anyone else that wants to join!

#my fic #tag game #911 lone star

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belethlegwen · 2 years

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Welcome, to the MASTERLIST POST!

[HEADER CREDIT TO: @chamomile-g-tea <;3] Hey everyone! My name is Belethlegwen, or Belle for short! (Please call me Belle, it's just so much easier) I'm a Giantess-leaning G/t fan who writes G/t fiction and enjoys art, writings, and getting to chat with people about G/t and other nerdy things. I currently have two active works ongoing over at the ol' AO3, (and one unfinished/abandoned, more explicit work that I won't be directly linking here).

The Stranding is my biggest work ever, even outside of the G/t fandom. It is currently being updated (roughly) weekly, and is still actively being written. Almost two years after a man named Henry suffers a shipwreck and is rescued by a woman named Melanie, the two left on a journey to try and return him home, only to suffer a shipwreck of their own. The good news? They made it, Henry is home and is among his own people again. The bad news? To him, and everyone else in his homeland, Melanie is over fifty feet tall. An out-of-time, out-of-place situation, Melanie has to navigate being integrated into a small military force for a nation that seems to be in a tense, fracturing peace with it's nearest neighbour, and also just navigate a world that has never had to deal with anyone or anything like her before. [I personally recommend reading until at least Chapter 12 - Nightmares before starting on The Rescue]

The Rescue is the prequel-piece to The Stranding, and is also currently being updated (roughly) weekly, and is still actively being written. Melanie travels to the beach after a storm, as she often does to find driftwood and debris that can be used for crafts to keep herself busy in her lonely life, and sees a ship in distress just off of the shore. Unable to believe what's happening, she is able to rescue a sailor from the nearly-doomed vessel and take him under her care.

She helps him adjust to life in her land, which is vastly different-- almost like a different time entirely-- from this own. The biggest obstacle to doing so, however, is that the man isn't even eight inches tall. [I personally recommend reading The Stranding up until Chapter 12 - Nightmares before beginning this work, but I am also not your real Dad and can not control you.]

ABOUT RECURSIVE FICS: Click Here

Here is a link to the SHORTS AND BONUS SCENE Masterlist Here is a link to the FanArt and Commissions MasterPost!

The Faerie Spell is a separate work of fiction from Melanie and Henry's adventures, happening in the same world as @adjacentperception's Rose & Laporte series.

Blurb: A first-person-perspective written work (at least thus far) following Daphne as she attempts to navigate a strange and upsetting curse where a Faerie has stolen parts of her essence so that the Fae can, whenever the mood seemingly strikes them, steal Daphne's height and attain a more human-like appearance to hide that they are a Faerie. While the spell is active, however, Daphne becomes 5.5 inches tall (give or take a few millimeters). [More is available in the synopsis on the Directory Page!]

Written by: @adjacentperception and @belethlegwen

What's left of a hero when everything is taken from him? What's left of a villain with no identity?

What's left of a man who has no choice but to save the symbol of a system he's fighting against?

Within a city constantly besieged by a super-power fueled war between Good vs Evil, a hero is captured by a powerful villain and their secret organization and forced to play part in a twisting and enigmatic plan; to tear down the systems in place that keep the League of Heroes in an ultimate seat of power to rival the government itself. But… is the system as good as it projects itself to be? Are the villains and their henchmen really as evil as the media says? Is it truly as simple as tearing it down, or does that simply open up space for a new, worse system to enter?

Is the harm we do when we believe we're helping mitigated merely by our wishes to be better? To create something more? To fix what we believe is broken?

Do we hold blame for creating the evil we think we're fighting against, regardless of our intentions?

This work features descriptions of violence, abuse, neglect, and uses adult language, as well as mentions of nudity and sexual topics.

KO-FI LINK:

If you like what I do and wanted to send along some thanks, I was heavily encouraged by an extremely sweet tumblrite to make a Ko-Fi so they could force their generosity on me and I could use it to buy Starbies (Starbucks) to fuel me while I write more! It was an incredibly thoughtful and sweet thing to mention to me and if I think too hard about it I will cry, so here, please! Enjoy this link!

CHARACTER REFERENCES:

Henry:

[Image credit: RL friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous for now] Age: 30 (Rescue) - 32(?) (Stranding) Height: 5'9", or 7.2 inches A highly-skilled sailor from the land of Vogunti Royalty, Henry Lemuels left the port of his home's Capital City on a privateering mission from the King, only to have his vessel, his crew and himself, swept up in an immense storm. The wreck claims the lives of all but him, and he washes up on the shores of a strange land to be rescued by a giant woman.

Melanie:

[Image credit: @LNBeep on Twitter!! Amazing artist <;3] Age: 32 (Rescue) - 34 (Stranding) Height: 5'4", or 50 feet An "early-retirement" crafter from Canada, Melanie Barnes suffered a string of bad relationships and a devastating loss in her family before stepping away almost completely from her old life, isolating herself in grief. She picked up driftwood art crafts to keep herself busy and semi-social by selling them at flea markets, and one days comes across the bizarre wreck of-- what she believes to be-- an elaborate model ship. After rescuing a small man, she has to adjust her life again to try and keep him safe, and hopefully help him return to his homeland in the future.

I'm hoping to add more character info and references in the future as I get more commissions done, but I hope you like what I have so far and that you enjoy my works! If you'd like to ask me any questions at all about myself, my works, my characters or my worlds, my asks are open! Much love, - Belle

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microscotch · 1 year

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“The whole night Angie was just creeping on me. Like I was trying to do my thing, you know, trying to find myself a nice girl and she would just not leave me alone.”

“So while all that crap with Roz was going on, nobody noticed how Lyam was throwing up all over the floor, ruining that walking corpse’s shoes, and from there we just knew, okay, this night is over.”

“I’m pretty pissed that it’s my first night at this house and now I’m leaving without a girl ‘cause either Angie was cockblocking me...”

“Or...”

“Not cool.”

“I told Isabella to call a cab cause Lyam was a wreck, and with everything else going on we decided it’d be better to call it a night, and she was just being a complete bitch about it.”

-”Like first of all, it’s really cold outside. And I just don’t wanna go like, if Lyam wants to go that’s fine you call a cab for him then if you insist.”

-”What’s the problem with just calling a cab??”

- “Cause why would I go through the effort when I’m not the one who wants to go??”

“Like aren’t there seven other people with us? I’m sure someone else can call a cab, why am I the asshole all of the sudden for not wanting to freeze my ass off because some imbecile can’t keep his food down? Thankfully she gave up eventually and called the cab herself - see? That hard?”

“So I decided to be a good housemate and prepare breakfast for everyone and who comes up to me? Angie. You already cockblocked me last night. I’m not interested in you, get over it.”

- “Hey Maxxx, what are you doing?”

- “Was just preparing breakfast...”

- “...Angie.”

- ”Yeah, knew it started with an A.”

“I think Maxxx is really cute. There’s just something about him, that look all those morbidly pale freaks in Bridgeport have. After chatting with him in the hot tub I’d just really like to get to know him better.”

-”Ugh, first day of work today, I’m really not -”

- “Oh yeah totally, Roz! I genuinely believe this group was like, destined to be together, don’t you agree, MAXXX???”

-”Nobody but Maxxx himself is the master of his fate!”

-”Watcher, it’s so hot when you talk about yourself in third person...”

-”What??”

-”Um, nothing! :)”

“I wish Angie would just knock it off ‘cause the girl is just gonna get her feelings hurt, you know? I’m the player type, I’m not here to look for a girlfriend or fall in love with some crazy -”

“I’m coming in about to tell everyone the carpool is here and just see April making out with Maxxx. That girl surely was determined to shut her old guy reputation down as soon as possible.”

“Also, I think Toni should’ve specified that we’re ONLY delivering hot dog chew toys from some weird ass company. I don’t like that, people who buy this shit are WILD, we all know what happened to Craig Feldspar”

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*Insert getting ready sequence here*

“We literally just arrived at Crypt O’ Night, and what do I see?”

“I don’t know if someone is just wearing the skin of the very same guy who had to witness this psycho’s toilet scene yesterday but either way WHAT THE FUCK MAXXX?”

-”Maxxx is all over April right now, it’s so gross.”

- “No way!! Are you sure it was Maxxx?”

-”Who the fuck else would it be, you recognize that disgusting hair from a mile away!”

��So the club wasn’t really doing it for me and I was already about to call the cab to get us somewhere else, and then I see her, the hottest woman in all of SimCity, probably even SimNation:”

-“Oh no no no no, don’t go all attraction animation on me, I’m taken!”

- “>:(”

-”I can’t believe this, never will I find another woman so fascinating to look at - oh hello there, 2004 nightmare!”

-”Oh my! So many years and people still recognize me! I’m so happy to be serving as nightmare fuel even after all those-”

-”Can you repeat that? I can’t hear you with Angie’s relentless sobbing in the background.”

“I am heartbroken, I am devastated, I just... I don’t have any words right now! How could Maxxx do this to me? How could April do this to me after all those insincere compliments I’ve given her?”

-----”Aww, don’t be upset, April! Your ass is far too detox tea ad material for you to be this sad!”-----

-”How can you just lounge in that corner like this when you can clearly see how I’m suffering!!”

-”Yeah and I’m having a hard time not living up to my nickname while witnessing your pathetic whining, come back when you’re at the vengeful part of your whole grief thing - ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT ANGIE, MAYBE TURN AROUND FOR A FEW SECONDS.”

-“GET YOUR DEFORMED NOSE AWAY FROM MY GIRL!!”

“ROZ IS A DEAD MAN.”

-”DUDE CALM DOWN! YOU GUYS AREN’T IN A RELATIONSHIP!”

-”DIDN’T YOU SEE THE TOTAL OF TWO ROMANTIC INTERACTIONS WE’VE HAD?? MY FUTURE SELF DOING HER ON TOP OF EVERY BRIDGEPORT BUILDING WAS PRACTICALLY ALREADY WRITTEN IN STONE!”

-”I’M NOT YOUR POSSESSION, MAXXX! I CAN MAKE OUT WITH WHOEVER I WANT!!”

-”SEE?”

-”LYAM?? OH, NOW YOU’RE JUST INSULTING ME!”

-”THEN I WILL INSULT YOU EVEN HARDER!”

#belladonna shore #🍊

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the Episode of Unnumbered Tears

semi-personal Ep 7 thoughts.

I spent the majority of this episode bursting into tears, which is...not like me at all. I think the only TV show that ever made me cry while watching it was Eleven’s seasons of Doctor Who (I literally wept into a pillow for three hours the Christmas that Eleven regenerated and ended up getting a migraine from it. Second most embarrassing nerd-fact about me. Most embarrassing nerd fact is that apparently I yelled “I WANNA BE IN LOTHLORIEN!” in my sleep once.) ROP has managed to make me either tear up or outright sob at least once every episode, so far.

Key moments, that may or may not have involved tears, you’ll never hear it from me (images and spoilers beneath the jump):

- the devastation of the Southlands was chillingly familiar on two fronts: firstly, it looked like what happens to bush and country towns during my country’s bushfire season, which hit a note of terror so deep in me it’s practically innate. But as Galadriel wandered around the desolation, I was reminded very sharply of the scene from “Threads” where (TW for the following link: animal death and general absolute nightmare fuel, I am so serious about this) Ruth wanders through what was Sheffield. Either way, it horrified me on every level.

- Isildur’s horrified bewildered numbness at Ontamo’s death; the fact that he could barely walk away...

- the Stranger trying so desperately to help with a power he can’t control, and causing peril again, completely by accident

- Elrond pleading with King Durin...just pleading. and being desperate enough to, well, de-elf himself. god I got some “that boy probably is thinking about Elros rn” vibes from that scene.

- the tears in Dísa’s eyes when begging Prince Durin to do something. she’s just. she is everything. I love her.

- the questioning look and then the broken realisation on Elrond’s face, that barely-there trembling

- the “namárië” exchange and both Elrond and Durin’s utter devastation; Elrond’s forced smile feels like a knife to the heart

- the look on Galadriel’s face as she realised while talking to Theo that she could see too much of her own situation in his, her insistence that this was her fault and drowning in that guilt

- Elendil’s soft, adamant “Where is my son?”

- the horrifying, stomach-dropping moment of realisation that Míriel had been struck blind, and her begging Elendil to keep walking

- Nori handing the Stranger an apple and just...the both of them, not being able to say anything, the emotion trapped in their eyes. The way Nori set her jaw and lifted her chin against her own sorrow as she watched him walk away. And the numbness that set into her later on. That was painful to watch.

- (also, the little flower that sprouted up from the tree...I thought it was an elanor blossom, at first! Wrong number of petals, though.)

- Theo’s questioning Galadriel, especially asking what the hell the divine plan is in losing his home -- that hit me where it hurt; I absolutely lost it at that point. I’ll elaborate on why someday. not today.

- Durin attempting to tell Elrond his secret name, and Elrond insisting he save it “for the far side”. I wanted to scream at that point. Elerondonya, dearest heart, wisest one, you of all people should KNOW that reaching the far side may never be an option! don’t be foolish!

- the look on Elrond’s face when he was cast out of Khazad-Dum. fuck, if he ever cries onscreen, that’s it, I will be obliterated. you’ll have to pick pieces of my heart up for days.

I can’t believe that I was so worried for bloody months about Elrond’s portrayal. Rob Aramayo is killing it. what a waste of life that was. I love him.

- Durin’s conversation with his father was horrific for me to watch. the fact that sometimes, just sometimes...your parents can be wrong...is such a heavy burden. especially if it seems they’ll never realise it. especially if you still love them despite that. that whole damn scene was wonderfully awful.

- the way the Dweller moves is sinister. She hasn’t even uttered a word and she’s dripping with malice. She terrifies me.

- Elendil pleading with Beric, the pain in his voice. the absolute flatness in Valandil’s response and the resignation in his eyes when Elendil curses picking Galadriel up. that boy gets it, he gets the guilt and the pain and the rage -- he’s the perfect lieutenant, really.

- the medical tent scene ALSO gave me the screaming horrors “Threads” vibes...this time, the (TW: same deal: absolute nightmare fuel) hospital scene. damn, I’d love to pick Charlotte Brändström‘s brain about her film influences; it would be so fascinating.

- Theo hugging Bronwyn...then hugging Arondir. and being the one to initiate the hug. and the look on Arondir’s face as he hugged him back. I am a sucker for chosen families. I am a sucker for chosen families that are absolutely bound by love.

- the naked, raw pain on Galadriel’s face upon seeing Míriel, eyes bound, still upright and proud.

- Míriel touching Galadriel’s face and NOT breaking, drawing strength from her and vice versa.

- Elendil turning away and breaking down just ripped my heart in two. we all know Isildur isn’t dead, but I hurt so much for him anyway.

- Poppy stepping up without hesitation when Nori makes to leave. without a moment’s hesitation. friendship goals, right there. Plus Marigold becoming a real mama bear, and Malva being hilariously blunt and not half as much of a cow as we thought she was. I can’t help it, I do love the Harfoots.

- yes, I know the leaks say Halbrand is Sauron, but...I just can’t see it. it’s too odiously obvious if it’s true. (and, y’know. leakers CAN tell lies.)

- okay, but can we talk about the big helping of character development we got from Dísa the Glorious this episode? she has no qualms about disagreeing with the king, whatsoever. we can also see her...I want to say greed, but I don’t think that’s the right word -- more the hunger she has for her husband to rule, and I think it’s out of love for him, and for the hope she has to move her people forwards. We’ve seen the steel in her since we first met her, now we are shown the fire.

- I literally yelped out “ohhhh SHIT!” when the Balrog flamed up. Durin’s bane is in the house. well. in the mansions of the dwarves. :(

- screw Adar and all his murderous little children. screw Mordor. we hates it, precious. but...just...who is he, really?

#The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #last episode was an assault on the senses #this one was like an assault on the emotions #admittedly I have gotten extremely attached to all these characters #BUT STILL

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Don't run away, Dale broke the timeline *banging on your door* CAT!! DALE BROKE THE TIMELINE!!! *banging intensifies* (gnight)

😂 that made me laugh so hard.

Dale Cooper has never done anything wrong, ever (he has). I still don’t have a satisfying objective explanation for what happened in that last episode, it kind of broke me mentally for about three days. Like I was Mad. I couldn’t stop dreaming about it and struggling to make sense of everything.

…and then I embraced that that’s not what Twin Peaks is about, and I’ve been fine ever since. I realized that the end scene very much reminds me of my own abuse and trauma-fueled nightmares I have pretty frequently. Dale’s efforts to me are those of someone who loves you very much but doesn’t understand that reconciling with the family that abused you doesn’t mean that everything will be fine, sometimes it will only cause more hurt. Laura can’t go home because home isn’t safe for her, even if it would be better for everyone. Attempts to restore the facade of everything being fine are going to fail. Even just returning to the house where it happened is enough to re-traumatize her. Most of my nightmares involve somehow getting tricked into going back to the house of my abuser and things are fine…until I realize something is off and remember what happened there. And then guess what I do? I scream. And I wake up. All those dreams follow a pretty set formula that’s present in those final scenes and idk why I found that realization so satisfying, because I don’t have any other of the answers I want about what actually *happened,* but that’s what finally let me sleep at night.

But if you have any more concrete theories you’d like to provide, PLEASE. With the caveat that I refuse to watch a YouTuber talk about it. 😆

#I have to finish archer with my partners before we watch Twin Peaks #That’s the rule #god season 3 was such a mindfuck #asks #kitten's posts

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garina · 2 years

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Um.

Yep.

That was a thing that I watched with my eyeballs.

I am still trying to process episode 8. I may even have to go back and watch it again. It was so so good and fucked up (complimentary). So, this is probably going to be even less coherent than usual. And I am still blaming @kedreeva for the new fictional people living in my head.

Joyce sees RIGHT through Brenner' shit. She knows exactly whose fault this whole thing is, and she is not going to let him brush over that like it's nothing, or join forces with the guy who DUMPED A DUMMY OF HER SON'S BODY IN A QUARRY TO MAKE THEM THINK HE WAS DEAD.

Hopper is pretty badass while being tortured and interrogated, but selling out El was wrong. I mean, I get why he did it, he's trying to save as many people as possible, and Will is the one he's set his sense of self and mental stability on being able to save. And as I know from multiple gif and photo sets that El is in future series, I do wonder if she ever finds out about this betrayal.

Ok Nancy, Jonathan, I apologise. Your plan is only extremely dangerous, not totally suicidal. The scene with them methodically preparing is really cool. And the plan was pretty successful over all, they did far more harm to the demogorgon than anything else up to that point.

Poor Steve. Comes to apologise to Jonathan, finds Nancy there, but that's fine, it's fine... and then he sees she's hurt, and his concern for her plunges him neck deep into the deep shit the others have been wading through. And after a very understandable freak out, hero Steve emerges for the first time. Because while any sensible person would go with the run instinct, he goes back, which I would argue is harder than toughing it out. And he's pretty handy with that bat.

I wonder if it's just the extreme stress and the obvious parallels that are causing Hopper to relive all the trauma with losing his daughter, or whether there's something about the Upside Down that pushes bad memories to the surface.

The gate to the Upside Down remains deeply unpleasant and far too biological. It makes me want to burn it.

I don't know if the demogorgon was making a larder in the Upside Down library, or something worse that I absolutely do not want to know. The thing down Will's throat, the CPR scene, the glimpse of Barb, all of it nightmare fuel forever.

Dustin isn't wrong. Chocolate pudding would probably help with El's exhaustion, food = fuel and all that. Also just on an emotional level.

The whole thing with Mike and El and the Snow Ball conversation... ugh so cute. The way he doesn't doubt for a second that his mother would take her in as family. The way he offers Nancy as her sister like it's the amazing thing it is. The way he then panics and doesn't quite have the words to explain about not wanting to be her -brother-. The awkward kiss and the way El's face just lights up.

Yes! So many arseholes died! While El using her powers to straight up kill so many people is worrying (and accidentally summons the demogorgon)... they all REALLY deserved it. Especially creepy blonde woman. And then the rest of them get Demogorgoned. Hooray.

The scene where El seemingly dies broke me. The boys trying to fight the Demogorgon off with the slingsh... I mean wrist rocket. El finding some strength from somewhere to fucking obliterate it. The fact that the noise it makes is physically painful, Dustin and Lucas close their eyes as well as cover their ears... but Mike won't look away from El. He can't do anything else to help her right now, but he will Not. Look. Away. Because she's not alone, and he never wants her to be alone again.

So much trauma for everyone.

Happy hospital scenes. That include a slightly bemused Steve in the background. I am interested to know at what point he gets filled in on everything. I'm assuming Hopper concocted some kind of explanation for the parents for what the hell had been happening.

The tenderness and gentlesness of Joyce and Jonathan contrasted with the joyful exuberance of the Party. Who realise they need to reassure Will that the Demogorgon is very very dead. Will being happy and smiley and not scared to death.

More government spooks for Hopper. What do they say???

Jonathan picks Will up from the Wheelers rather than Will cycling home. Feels like it's as much to spend more time with Will as being protective (although it's obviously a factor)

Steve totally bought that camera and got Nancy to give it.

Everything was lovely and then Will went to the bathroom and NOPE DO NOT LIKE WTF.

Things I want more of: characters having more amazing realistic relationships and interactions, baby geeks geeking out, El, Joyce being Mom goals, Mr Carver the best teacher ever, El, Steve being an adorable dork and not a jerk, Nancy finding out who she is and what she wants, Hopper's investigative skills, El, El and Mike being cute together. Just more.

Things I don't want: CREEPY SLUG THINGS IN PEOPLE'S MOUTHS. WTF. NO. MAJOR NOPE. WTH. NO. DO NOT WANT.

I really don't do slugs.

At some point I might try to wrap up my feelings about Season 1 as a whole before I start on 2. This has been a ride.

#Stranger Things #s1e8 #spoilers #I am not ok #rambling and flailing #long post #I am absolutely doomed #hey kedreeva

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I have been thinking a lot about this ask

What if the Skellies find out that their S/O is actually a celebrity and is trying to hide it from them

Any skellies, also add the other Skellies like Error, Ink, Dune, Disbelief Papyrus please :)

Undertale Sans - That's cute. One day, you find the wall of your living room covered with newspapers talking about you, then Sans turns slowly on his chair and ask if there's something you would like to talk about. Welp. Busted.

Undertale Papyrus - The first time someone stopped you in the street, he thought he was for him and said that human he's wrong because you are obviously not a skeleton. The guy blinked at him in confusion, and you had to explain to stop this really awkward situation.

Underswap Sans - He's really cool with that. Being famous is his long live dream and he was pretty shocked when he saw you on the front page of his favorite revue. How could you not tell him ? He is so excited now !

Underswap Papyrus - He's uneasy. He doesn't care you being a celebrity, but he doesn't want to become one too. The first time he met a paparazzi in his garde was pretty shocking. Also, people are mean with him in the newspapers because he's a monster. Honey is not confident enough to defend himself so he just takes everything and doesn't complain, even if it's hurting him.

Underfell Sans - Oh yeah, he finds people talking about you on a porn website. He got so pissed off he hacked their computers and put My Little Pony in very slow motion. It's nightmare fuel. Then he realised they were talking about you because you are famous and he had an error 404.

Underfell Papyrus - A random guy assaulted him in the street, screaming he was assaulting S/O and that they would never date a monster. Edge pulled out a bone and crashed it on his head. After that, you had to explain him how that guy knew you. After that, Edge is always on Edge, by fear someone could hurt you because everyone knows you.

Horrortale Sans - He's that pigeon in Bolt. He's looking at you, as that bus with your head on it is passing behind you, and he's just frowning. Then he says "I swear I saw you somewhere before." Don't worry, your secret is safe. He has no idea.

Horrortale Papyrus - So, he was going to have a nice shower when he finds himself face to face with a random man with a camera, hiding in his bathroom. What the hell ? The paparazzi got so scared of Willow he hid behind you, begging you to spare him. After that, you had to explain Willow what happened. Willow is fine with your celebrity, but he's changing all the locks because he doesn't want to live that again.

Horrorfell Sans - ... He's looking at the TV, where you are playing in a movie. Then he's looking at you. Then at the TV again. "It's funny, that guy looked just like you." Ah ah, very funny indeed. You are sweating so hard right now.

Horrorfell Papyrus - That paparazzi thought he could disrespects him and intrude in your house because he's in a wheelchair. He wasn't ready for Chief throwing himself out of it, then throwing the wheelchair at his face as he was climbing the wall of his house. Chief is not happy. You'll have to stop him and explain before he kills him. You have literally 10 seconds for that. Good luck.

Swapfell Sans - What you're saying is you have money and two villas ? The next second, he has his things packed. Let's go, he's going with you. Rus can eat trash by himself, who cares.

Swapfell Papyrus - So, you were shooting in a film when Rus teleported in you. He blinked in shock as everyone is looking at you. Rus was wearing a tutu because he wanted to prank you. Also, he is only wearing the tutu. The rest is naked. Uh... He turns entirely purple and teleports back home. The scene will appear in the movie. Nox is still cringing about the fact his brother became famous because of that. Also, you had to explain things when he's going home. And Nox wants your money because why not, you're rich. That's not how it works.

Outertale Sans - There was that realistic picture of you in the cinema and he didn't understand that was a picture. He talks to it like 20 minutes before you arrived and asked him what he's doing. Moon is shocked.

Outertale Papyrus - "HOW CAN PEOPLE LISTEN TO THIS MUSIC? IT CAN BARELY BE CALLED MUSIC. THIS IS JUST MADE FOR MONEY, DISGUSTING." "... I'm singing." "... I MEAN HOW CAN PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS MUSIC? IT'S CLEARLY AMAZING."

Dancetale Sans - So, he saw you on TV in Dance with the stars. You danced with someone else why he was waiting for you at home. He won't talk to you until you said he can go with you on the next set. Such a child.

Dancetale Papyrus - So, he was in a shop, buying toilet paper, when a guy put a micro on his face and asked him if he had sex with you already. Salsa was so disturbed he answered "yes and it was better than with your mom". He doesn't know why he said that, he panicked. The next day, everyone is quoting him on social medias. He wants to cry. You just pats him on the back telling it will pass.

Dancefell Sans - He really doesn't care, because that's the fifth time you're going to Disneyland with him and he just has to say "I'm S/O's husband" so he can have a picture with Loki. He is so happy right now. He can even show his middle fingers to children who are waiting for hours for Space Mountain. He's living his best life.

Dancefell Papyrus - Of course he knew it, duh. He didn't discovered it at all when people screamed your name on one of his Instagram live when you showed yourself. Also he is jealous because you have more followers.

Farmtale Sans and Papyrus - Damn, so that's why so much celebrities want to visit their farm all of the sudden ? They are shocked about how popular their chicken are on Instagram. This is the best thing that could happen to them, since they can spare money to buy better machines for the fields now !

Mafiatale Sans - He doesn't understand why children want to take pictures with you two, but he's doing it anyway. After that, an angry mom assaulted him for kidnapping her child with S/O because you wanted to adopt them because S/O think they can have all they want because they're famous. Demon is so confused.

Mafiatale Papyrus - So, he was running after some random man for the mafia, when suddenly lots of people circled him, asking him private questions about his pelvis and S/O. Creeper is so frustrated right now. Also, he's telling you how he had to show his pelvis to strangers so he can continue and that he might be in every scandal revue because of that. You sighed loudly.

Mafiafell Sans and Papyrus - So. There's your manager in the kitchen. Tied to a chair. Crying like a baby. Without his pants. He entered the house like he used too, then Fang's dog bite his ass, then Torpedo knocked him out with a bone, and then he got interrogated like that. You are not sure how you're going to justify that.

Ink - You were on an interview on TV when he opened a portal to join you. Now everyone is freaking out about monsters being aliens and how they will destroy the world by traveling through space portals. Welp, shit.

Error - When you're going back from your job, there's a collection of paparazzis tied on your ceiling. Error is waiting for you in the sofa with a very dark glare. You better explain yourself quickly.

Disbelief Papyrus - Wow, everyone want to be his friend now. It's so nice. Wow, you even want his credit card number ? He's giving it to you with great pleasure ! You'll have to crush his dreams by explaining they want to hurt you through him. Delta falls in tears in your arms because he realised he got betrayed. Again.

Dustale Sans - So, he was walking with you when a random people came to you, screaming, then hugged you. Then they turns to him and hugged him too ! Dust is high-pitched screaming in pure horror as he tried to run away. Also, he's teleporting back home. Fuck the outside, he's never getting out ever again !

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #horrorfell #swapfell #outertale #dancetale #dancefell #farmtale #mafiatale #mafiafell #ink sans #error sans #disbelief papyrus #dustale #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3680

Warnings: Kink and trauma. You know, in case you forgot whose blog you were on! Night terrors. Non-graphic flashbacks to violence, very graphic smut. Bucky’s head is just not a very fun place? References to brainwashing and torture. Kink discovery, including some hitting/slapping during sex and some power/control fantasies, all within the context of a very happy relationship. It goes down dark but there’s a distinctly soft aftertaste.

A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki and her Decade Under The Influence challenge. My prompt was “The Crimson” by Atreyu. Thanks for always hosting the absolute best challenges, and congrats on the milestone!

Pre-reads by @thoughtslikeaminefield @mskathywriteswords and @fangirlxwritesx67. Inspiration from that scene where Sebastian Stan gets slapped. You know the one I mean.

The companion fic to this will be coming soon! It’s significantly darker and way outside my wheelhouse, but please let me know if you want a tag.

The Soldier stalks silently down the hallway to the bedroom, scanning the shadows.

The closet.

Something itches, deep under the ice: knowledge that closets are for hiding —

— a small girl, giggling in the back corner of the closet —

— ready or not, here I come —

— but those frozen things don’t belong to the Soldier.

He opens the door and finds the woman on the floor, trying to hide in the darkness. He picks her up by the throat. Moonlight from the open window glints off her wide eyes and the Soldier’s metal hand. She fights back, clawing at his arm uselessly.

He waits for her to stop struggling. They always do.

Bucky opens his eyes and bolts upright, gritting his teeth against the sweaty, shivery wave of nausea.

It takes a moment for the numbing chill of the Soldier’s memory to fade.

He knows it’s a memory. He lost so many things in the deep emptiness of cryo-sleep, but he couldn’t bury them forever, and now they claw their way out while he dreams. The darkness gives him back his life, one nightmare at a time.

Sometimes he wakes up screaming. Sometimes he wakes up convinced that the bed under him is soaked with blood, and it takes a few awful seconds to realize that he just sweated through the sheets. Other times he’s paralyzed in the darkness, convinced he’s back in the cryo chamber, and he wants to punch and claw and fight his way out, wants to see the sun again, but he tried that one too many times — he learned his lesson about wanting things.

At least he didn’t wake her this time. She makes a breathy sound as she stirs, but she’s still sound asleep, and when he inspects his hands in the glow of her night light, there’s no trace of red.

She got the light about two months ago, when he started sleeping over. She didn’t ask him, didn’t mention it — he would’ve been embarrassed, if she asked, but it helps. She helps.

He’s goddamn crazy about her. It hasn’t been long, but he knows this is it for him.

Bucky curls up facing her. Her hair is a mess, and there’s a damp patch of drool on the pillow under her slack mouth, and she’s beautiful. It’s amazing that she trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him.

He closes his eyes. This time he doesn’t dream.

The end credits of the movie start to scroll down the screen, and she makes a grumbling noise that means she doesn’t want to get up and turn the TV off. Her little apartment is full of the rich smell of whatever she’s got in the oven, and the day has been so sweetly domestic that Bucky wonders when everything will start to twist and distort and go bloody. He must be hallucinating.

But the hallucinations always had a sort of airbrushed quality to them when they started, an inhuman perfection that felt easy, like he was floating. Right now his stomach is growling, and when she shifts, her elbow digs into his side, and she’s a heavy comforting warmth on top of him.

The hallucinations were the product of his own brain, which might be why they came back all too quickly when he started to recover his memories. Even when he couldn’t remember his sisters’ faces, he remembered the drug-fueled torture that took place behind his closed eyelids, scenes that started like fantasies and ended like nightmares.

Most memories from before the fall are weak and hazy, sepia-toned afterimages that overlay the living world like ghosts. Other things bleed through the decades, making it hard to keep track of whose memories he’s seeing. The Soldier’s memories are always sharp and cold, and they’re the hardest to shake off. Sometimes they’re triggered by the present, and it’s always a surprise; he’s stepping into a crosswalk and the past is washing over him like —

The water from the hose is freezing cold as the handler rinses off the blood —

— and he’s still staring down at the slushy puddle, but —

— the Soldier keeps his eyes down, clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, watching the red swirl over the cold cracked tile and disappear down the drain, and —

Bucky has to fight to hold on to the honking taxis and the Brooklyn stink, because the cryo chamber is quiet like a coffin in the last few seconds before he’s frozen into unconsciousness, and —

— and sometimes he feels frozen even when the dreams dissolve, even when he knows they’re only dreams.

The frigid paralysis was mental more than physical, for the Soldier, and that’s a hard thing to shake. The raw human parts of him iced over, head and heart numb while his body carried on following orders.

She sits up and stretches, making her shirt ride up, and he notices bruises on her hips, wrapping around the side.

“Did I do that?” he asks, voice thin.

She looks down like she didn’t notice. “Probably.”

He tugs the waistband of her yoga pants down a little and finds the shape of a handprint, stained purple. She twists to show him a matching set on the other side. They’re more defined on the side he was gripping with his metal hand last night. He feels cold all over.

“Sorry.”

“No biggie.”

He’s too scared to meet her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

“What if I asked you to?” she tosses back, playful and easy.

Bucky doesn’t know how to react to that. He can’t let her see how badly he wants that, so he just freezes like a deer in headlights, forcing himself to go still, to shut down, to say nothing.

“Whoa, hey, don’t do that,” she says, and she moves into his space slowly, deliberately, giving him time to tell her to stop. He blinks at her, and she smiles, soothing.

He spent the first month of their relationship waiting for her to turn and run. It’s gotten better, but…

“Why the hell do you trust me?” he blurts out.

She frowns, and hesitates, and he wants to reach up and smooth out the little frown line that forms between her eyebrows, but he doesn’t. She curls up against him and kisses his jaw.

“Would you ever choose to hurt me?” she asks.

“No.”

“There you go.” He feels the movement when she shrugs, as if it’s that easy. “You control your choices. That’s it.”

“But I —”

“No buts,” she interrupts, and her voice is firm. “I choose to trust you and you don’t get to talk me out of it.”

Bucky lets out a huff of not-quite-laughter at that. She’s stubborn as hell when she wants to be, and he knows better than to argue.

“Okay,” he says, and wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She settles closer, her breath a warm damp tickle against the side of his neck.

His body used to be a weapon.

“You can’t blame yourself for things that are out of your control,” she mumbles, as if she heard him.

He takes a deep breath and says it again: “Okay.”

He can see her reflection in the mirror; she bites her lip, teeth white against her bright red lipstick, trying to hold back, but the whimpers are getting louder by the second as he fucks her harder. She’s bracing herself with her forearms on the sink, her entire body shaking with each sharp thrust.

“Shhhh,” Bucky says, half-laughing, but he doesn’t slow down.

He’s pretty sure this was her plan all along. They barely made it an hour into the party before she tugged him into the bathroom, and usually he would protest, but he’s been half-hard since he first saw her in that damn outfit.

She opened the door earlier looking like a pinup, complete with glossy curls and red lips and this dress: flared skirt, nipped-in waist, curves threatening to spill over the scooped-low neckline. He had just stuttered for a few seconds as a wisp of memory cast a sepia glow over her pleased smile.

He used to have a dog-eared print of one of those calendar girls, and it was tame compared to some that were carried to war, but there was something warm in her smile that made him hold onto it. He used to daydream about her waiting at home, welcoming him at the door, when everything else was heavy and grey. He used to look at her smile when he couldn’t bear to close his eyes, knowing he’d only see blood. They took it when he was captured, of course, but he used to imagine —

— this, he used to imagine this, the way the skirt is rucked up around her hips and she’s bent at the waist, the way she stretches open around the shiny-wet length of his cock.

He has a flash of certainty that this is just a fantasy, something he’s imagining desperately as he fucks his own fist and tries not to make a sound, pressing his other palm to his mouth to muffle his labored breathing. He’s picturing this so vividly that when he opens his eyes and sees the stars, framed by the caved-in ceiling of another bombed-out shell of a building, he’ll have to fight back tears of disappointment.

The sight of her face in the mirror is utterly pornographic, threatening to send him over the edge too soon, but when he looks down, he can see the way her ass bounces and jiggles as she shoves herself back to meet each thrust, and that’s goddamn obscene too. Bucky’s imagination has never been this good.

She’s so close, too close to stay silent, and just as she lets out a high-pitched, keening moan, there are footsteps right outside the door.

He reacts instinctively, before he can think better of it; he slaps his hand over her mouth, muffling the sound against his palm — the metal one, he realizes, a split-second too late.

Their eyes meet in the mirror for one wild heartbeat. Her skin looks dangerously soft under silver fingers that could so easily break the fragile jawbone they grip.

Then her eyes roll back in her head, and her orgasm blindsides both of them with its intensity. If he wasn’t silencing her, she would’ve shouted, he’s pretty sure; she spasms violently against his grip, writhing like she’s trying to shake him off, and —

— he imagines her struggling, fighting back, until he pins her against the wall and —

— it hits him like a gut-punch. He doubles over, curling himself around her as he comes with a rough shocked grunt, and the white-out lightning-bolt electroshock feel of it is so incredible he forgets, for a few seconds; he just buries his face in those curls and kisses the nape of her neck.

He straightens up and realizes her lipstick is smeared over the metal hand, deep crimson red.

“God, we’re a mess,” she laughs breathlessly. She turns to kiss him, eyes sparkling, and then they have to clean up, put themselves back together, and he brushes it off.

It was probably a memory, a ghost whose features he confused with hers in one fevered second. Unwanted memories —

— dreams — flashbacks — fantasies — hallucinations —

— invade his reality every day.

It didn’t feel like a memory, though.

She smiles, and there’s no doubt in his mind that the smile is real, so Bucky swallows his guilt and smiles back. Her hand is warm in his.

There’s a knife in his hand and blood on the floor.

It’s messy, but those were his orders. Easier to frame the mistress this way. At least the carving knife was sharp. Red drips down the blade onto the metal fingers.

He’s about to place it next to the corpse when he hears the gasp. The mistress had been asleep four minutes ago, but people are unpredictable that way.

Messy.

The Soldier pivots, finds her standing in the doorway, hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She’s paralyzed by fear, like a deer in headlights as he stalks closer. Usually they run. Sometimes they fight back. This one just stares.

“I won’t say anything,” she whispers. “I didn’t see —” He grabs her wrist, and she shrieks, trying to twist away, until he pins her against the wall and holds her in place. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. “No, please, I’ll do anything you want — just don’t kill me! You can — anything, I promise, I won’t struggle! Do you want —”

“Want” is buried deep under the ice. “Want” is for bodies that are warm and soft and human. The Soldier is a weapon.

He presses the knife into her hand and forces her fingers to close around the handle. She was supposed to be asleep.

She’ll be blamed, one way or another, but maybe it’s better this way. Cleaner.

No witnesses. It’s an order.

Bucky wakes up. He’s trembling, sitting up with his hands twisted in the sheets, but it’s not as bad as it could be. She’s sitting up next to him, one gentle hand on his chest as she watches with wide sad eyes.

“Sorry,” he chokes out. “Fuck, I hate waking you up.”

“Almost time anyway,” she says, which is when he realizes that it’s morning. Sunlight is streaming in through the sheer curtains. He settles back against the headboard, taking it in. They’re both naked, with her big downy comforter around their waists, and the residual chill of memory thaws immediately in the cozy warmth of her bed.

She leans in hesitantly and brushes her lips against his. He can read the worry plain on her face — she doesn’t know what he needs right now — but he tugs her onto his lap, tilts his head back, mouth opening easily under hers for slow lazy kisses that stretch like taffy and then turn deep and dirty. She swears like a sailor as she sinks down slowly onto his cock.

Christ, she’s gorgeous.

It must be real. He could never hallucinate something so flawed and incredible as the way she looks naked, the stretch marks under his palms, the calluses on her fingers when she cups his jaw, the way she moans when he plants his feet on the bed and fucks up into her.

She’s flushed and dewy with sweat, moaning in the sharp bitten-off way that means he found just the right angle, and her thighs are shaking hard enough that he has to grip her hips and hold her steady. He can feel her starting to get close, clenching and flooded around him, when her alarm goes off.

“Cocksucking motherfucker,” she snarls.

They both look helplessly at the phone, just out of easy reach on the nightstand. Bucky’s tempted to just ignore it, but she’s already leaning over. She twists at the waist but doesn’t stop rocking her hips down against him, squeezing in little pulses like she can’t help herself, so he settles her more firmly on his lap, holding her weight and anchoring her as she reaches for it. He works his right hand down between them, an awkward angle that’s totally worth it when he can rub her clit with the pad of his thumb and feel her spasm around his cock.

“Five more minutes,” he suggests breathlessly.

“Not gonna need that long if you keep doing that.” She trembles and almost collapses before finally grabbing the phone, and she hits the snooze button immediately.

He’s already rolling his hips, grinding in deep, and he must hit something just right at the same moment she starts to straighten up; it makes her twitch, jerking uncontrollably against him as she moves, and her elbow cracks across his jaw, snapping his head to the side hard enough to rattle his teeth.

“Shit!” she hisses, and then: “I’m so sorry, I — are you —”

But the rough throb of pain hit like a swell of heat in Bucky’s gut, making him jerk up into her and shudder with pleasure. He lets his head loll, taking a deep heaving breath and letting it out as a moan.

It’s not until he tilts his head back to look at her stunned face that he realizes what just happened. His cheeks burn but she doesn’t look disgusted; her eyes go all heavy-lidded and she bites her lip as she starts to ride him again, swiveling her hips.

He’s opening his mouth to make some excuse, to deny it, when she leans in for a bruising kiss: teeth scraping his lower lip, a whimper rough in her throat, cunt silky-hot and soaked, so good his head is spinning.

Then she asks raggedly, “Do you want me to do that again?”

Without even thinking about it, he blurts out, “Yes.”

Her palm connects with his cheek, a sharp sting that draws a guttural sound from deep in his chest. He moves on pure primal instinct, gripping her hips to slam her down on his cock.

From there it’s rough and frantic and desperate. He’s only dimly aware of the way she moans, bucking against him, the way they’re moving against each other like animals, the way she bites his lip so hard he tastes copper and then he’s gone, coming so hard his vision goes white with the first intense pulses of it. She shudders as she follows him, riding out the shocks of pleasure with her forehead pressed to his and her hands in his hair.

He shivers against her, breath hitching as reality washes in like ice water.

“I can feel you freaking out,” she mumbles. “What, they didn’t have kink in the thirties?”

It surprises Bucky enough that he lets out a huff of laughter. “No. Not exactly.”

“Why is this freaking you out?”

He stutters for a second before he manages, “What’s wrong with me?”

She sits up and looks at him intently. “Fucking nothing.”

“That should be the last thing I want,” Bucky mutters, cheeks burning.

“That’s not how it works,” she snaps. “Sex isn’t — it doesn’t always make sense. It’s messy.”

“I’ve had enough of hurting people for a fuckin’ lifetime.”

There’s something vulnerable in her sheepish half-smile. “Sometimes your body likes shit it shouldn’t. You can’t control what gets you off. Believe me, sweetheart.”

He blinks, ready to question that, and she leans in for a quick kiss. As if on cue, her alarm goes off again.

“Fuck.”

“I gotta go,” she says reluctantly. “But later — later we’re going to talk about some things. Okay?”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks it very clearly in that moment: I love you.

“Okay.”

The Soldier pins her brutally against the wall, one hand around her wrists, the other around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, just holds her there and savors the thrill; she’s writhing and lashing out at him like a caged animal, but he’s got her and she knows it.

It’s beautiful, the way she snarls and tries to struggle.

He wants —

— so this must be a normal dream, not a memory, but —

— he wants to fuck her just like this, up against the wall, and —

— his hips jerk and his cock throbs, and —

— fuck, he wants her.

“Baby?” Her voice comes out as a sleep-slurred moan.

He tries to blink away the dream, but instead he’s rolling over and pinning her, rocking his hips down before he can stop himself. She sucks in a breath, spreading her legs to meet the next slow thrust, and she blinks dazedly up at him, mouth dropping open as they rut against each other.

“What was it?” she asks, raspy and heated.

He lets out a pained sound and drops his head, hunching to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He’s so goddamn hard, so close, all over a fucked-up dream, and —

“I was holding you — up against the wall. Your wrists.”

“Yeah?” she says, voice smoky and eager. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Traffic lights. Red if you want me to stop.”

“Do it.”

Oh.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes.”

He snatches her wrists and crosses them over her head, watching the way her lashes flutter at the touch of metal, the way she bites her lip. She shifts under him, squirming until the length of him is slotted up against her slickness and her legs are up around his hips.

He slides in slow, relishing every inch, her body welcoming him with living dripping heat. She arches up, and he adjusts his grip on her wrists, squeezing slightly as he braces himself. All he wants in the entire damn universe is to drive into her, piston his hips until she’s screaming, but he starts to fuck her with steady even thrusts, holding back, trying to let go of the last lingering doubts.

“Doesn’t this scare you?” Bucky asks hoarsely. “That you’re trapped.”

She lets out a moan that sure as hell doesn’t sound like fear. This isn’t a dream any more, but it still feels surreal.

“Yellow,” she says.

“Shit. What’s wrong?” He tries to pull away, but she’s got her ankles hooked, keeping him in place with her legs. He lets go of her wrists, at least, and hauls in a deep breath, trying to make sense of that fierce expression on her face.

“Nothing. I just wanted you to see that you’re in control. You chose to stop.”

He swallows hard. “Yeah. I did.”

“Stop punishing your body for wanting this,” she says.

His breath catches, and for a moment all he can do is stare. She gives him a smile so soft it threatens to rip him open.

Then he curls his fingers around her wrists again — they’re still crossed, right where he left them. He waits for her nod.

“Green.”

Companion fic is here.

#decadeundertheinfluencechallenge #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #MCU #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader

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ask-lu-wild · 3 years

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Ask-LU-Wild

Hello and welcome to the show! Ask-LU-Wild (ALUW) is a blog that consists of primarily comics and text posts where you get to ask the Hero of the Wilds the questions you've been dying to know!

Please remember that as of the "Fairies, We Shrank the Wild" (previously "a not-so-wild child") arc, Wild uses the pronouns They/Them. They still identify as a boy currently. This is subject to change in the future.

My name is Author. I'm 21, and my pronouns are Vi/Viol, as in Violet.

Ask-LU-Wild Started out as a fanfiction of Linked Universe by Jojo, but the story and characters are vastly different. As of 14 April 2022, despite the name of the blog staying the same, its association with Linked Universe is somewhat distant.

CONTENT WARNING: Ask-LU-Wild contains scenes that are highly graphic in the blood, gore, and body horror sense. Viewer discretion advised.

If you would like to still read the blog but still filter specific subjects, please refer to the Trigger Warnings section in "A Link to the Tags". Remember that the more graphic content will be labeled under Nightmare Fuel. Please filter this tag if you feel you need to. Because our main character is low-key immortal, death is not a trigger warning.

Rules

Use the inbox to only interact with the characters. If you would like to ask me, Author, something, please use @author-main.

I'm not a teacher, I'm a storyteller. I can't explain everything down to a science, and I'm learning as I go along. While I do research topics when needed, some of the things I write about are from experience and observation. Please respect and understand that. If there's something you want to help me understand, please use my main blog's inbox.

Even though this blog is no longer that connected to Linked Universe, I would ask that we keep the no NSFW/Linkcest rule. Though the Links in ALUW may be very affectionate/loving to each other, it's all platonic. That being said, I don't have a problem with a little raunchy humor every now and again. If jokes or light talk about sex bothers you, it's not constant, but reader discretion is advised anyway. Know that this isn't an attack on people who enjoy NSFW and Linkcest content, it's just that I'd like to keep the found family trope on this blog, and just... not deal with NSFW here.

Please keep personal experiences to a minimum, especially if they're heavy. They've started throwing me off and I want to keep the heavy stuff from the audience to a minimum.

If the story is getting a bit too rough for you, please leave, or take a break at the least. Your mental health is important. However, if something upsets you, please don't attack me or the story because of that. I don't know you. I don't know what you don't like, nor what hurts you. I am not responsible for you. You are your own responsibility. Please remember that.

And on that note, I think it's important for me to say that tagging triggers aren't mandatory. I didn't tag them because I'm obligated to. I have no obligation to do anything, not even make this blog. Tagging is a courtesy.

Please respect my headcanons, ships, design choices, character choices, etc. I respect all of your ideas for Linked Universe/LoZ and I request the same respect for ALUW.

I want to make note that no specific mental illnesses are chosen for these characters, except for the obvious PTSD, and occasionally depression. Things like insomnia or paranoia have been named, and symptoms of mental illness are present and touched upon.

I'm in the process of figuring out all of the Zelda games to write this story. If I miss something, bear with me, please. I don't think my versions of Four and Wind will have gone through Four Swords Adventures and Spirit Tracks.

As of this point, no manga. However, there is a potential that this rule might be retracted.

You can complement the Links, but do not ask to kiss them or act in a lewd way, especially the minor Links and other characters (Wild, Four, and Wind). Sex jokes are allowed but make sure they aren't too graphic and maybe only say those jokes around adult characters.

Links below

A Link to the Tags: all commonly-used tags in ALUW. This includes trigger warnings, character tags, and arc tags.

Note: "A not-so-wild child" has been renamed to "Fairies we Shrank the Wild"

Author-Main: My main blog. A lot of stuff happens there. I don't tag spoiler content though, so watch out for that.

Angster's Paradise Discord: A discord run by @hiddenteddy and me.

Wild's Sheikah Slate Discord: A discord mainly meant for ALUW updates and stuff. It's only run by myself.

Ko-fi: I don't get paid for this blog, obviously. But as a broke college student, I would appreciate it if you donated. Every now and then I do commissions too. So I recommend staying.

Youtube: Occassional speedpaints.

#author's note #ask lu wild #Masterpost #If there's a problem with the taglist send in an ask and I'll check on it

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Told you guys I’d ramble in due time.

I absolutely adore Bravely Default 2. It came at a really bad time cos I can’t waste 70 hours on a jrpg, but well, it’s too late to be concerned about that now. And as is tradition with me obsessing over a new game / show / whatever, you’ll basically find a fullblown review disguised as ramblings right under the cut. Be aware that I’m gonna talk about EVERYTHING, so spoilers are a given. Some maybe even for the previous Bravely Default games.

Also, if you wanna talk about this game in any capacity, hit me up, I’m DESPERATE to talk more about it.

Just for reference on how long this is gonna be, I made a voice recording while driving to remember all the points I wanna make, and that recording is almost 2 hours long. I did cut it down but still, this is gonna be a lot.

I’ll start off with the things that actually bugged me about the game, since there are only 3 things that really bothered me. First of, I really don’t like that you can name Seth. He has too much personality to be a self insert and player integration is not that big of a part in the game that this decision can be justified. It wouldn’t bother me that much if it didn’t leave a bad mark on the ending. First of all, we were robbed of Gloria desperately shouting for Seth, which makes the impact work less, and it’s just so prevalent that the name can’t be said because you have all the normal sound design going. If they’d just let the credits still play I wouldn’t have batted an eye, but because every other sound comes in it’s so obvious they’re just silently shouting in this scene, which makes it look silly. Like I said, this decision is more a detriment than an addition, and it’s a shame it casts a shadow on an otherwise heartfelt ending.

Speaking about lost potential, the other thing that really bothers me is the lost potential in certain plot points and character conclusions. I mainly mean Adam and Edna here. Both of them have been built up to be these formidable foes but they just, die. If it was just Adam I’d be fine with it, since you expect Edna to backstab him and be the actual big bad of the story, but I cannot fathom why they dropped Edna this HARD. If not Edna herself, I don’t understand why we don’t get more of a reaction from the Fairies and especially Adelle. I mean, Edna was her sole reason she left for her journey in the first place, then Edna dies and that’s it? No part where she grieves for a second? No concern from the others about Adelle? Mind you, I haven’t finished all the Sidequests, so maybe there actually is one in which this is addressed, but I think even just a Party Chat after Bad End 1 would have been sufficient to show how Adelle suddenly feels about the loss of Edna. It would have made Bad End 2 / The Secret Ending even more impactful, because, yeah, of course, you kinda know Adelle isn’t going to turn her back on fairy kind, but one of the reasons she doesn’t leave is because if Enda didn’t get a happy ending, then she shouldn’t either. It would have been amazing foreshadowing if she showed this sentiment before this scene happened. Other than that, it’s a shame that we know so little about Edna, or rather, how she became “bad”. I get she’s supposed to be corrupted by the Night’s Nexus, but how did it even come to this? It can’t have been a gradual thing, after all, Adelle says Edna was always good natured and then just disappeared one day. Really would have loved seeing more of that plot point.

Ok, last gripe I have, some choices in the soundtrack and sound design. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the OST, and I will get to that, but damn, whatever Revo used for the lead instrument in Wiswald hurts my ears. It’s a really good track, but I always have to turn down my volume because these high pitched sounds physically hurt. And for sound design. Dude, the Night’s Nexus is the least threatening, nightmare fueled abomination that ever existed. I get that its growl is kinda supposed to be layered with Edna’s or sth, but it, it just sounds silly. If they went the route of just swinging between different voices or began distorting it from phase to phase, it would have been fine. But the choice they made really made an otherwise creepy design just absolutely silly.

Ok, enough jammering, on to the good stuff. Like I said, there’s going to be a lot, so I’ll try to be brief in each aspect.

Gameplay

I honestly like the new battle mechanics more than the old ones. This individual, turn based system feels way more dynamic and it’s easier to strategies in battles. Because nothing made me more angry than setting up for a heal and the enemy suddenly being faster than me and killing my healer. Now it’s easier to plan ahead a bit.

I also found myself experimenting more with the jobs. Not sure what it really is, but none of the party members leaning more towards certain types of jobs and the job leveling being way faster probably helped.

And I know some people get up in arms because the boss sometimes can be a real pain in the ass (looking at you pope dude), I still found it very interesting getting around counters or even using these counters as a benefit. As an example, I made Adelle my main physical fighter and gave her lots of counter abilities to help her profit from being countered by enemies themselves. Now, she can attack enemies, get countered, automatically evade that counter and earn a BP at the same time. Made a lot of boss fights way easier and fun to exploit.

Music

Ok, I will try my best to be really, really brief, because in my recording this part takes up almost 40 minutes. Anyways, Revo might have just become one of my absolute favorite composers ever. I don’t know what kind of magic he used, but I initially wasn’t that impressed with the OST, but every time I listened to it, I just fell in love harder and harder. Before getting into specifics, I wanna highlight the two things that made me love this OST overall. First of all, this soundtrack almost seems like a refinement of BD’s. While losing some of that fairytale vibe, it sounds even more fantasy now. And in contrast to the original, this almost sounds more balanced? Like, BD’s OST felt high energy throughout, BD2’s on the other hand manages to find a good balance between high and low energy pieces. Like, the character themes or battle themes are absolute hype, but the overworld themes are a lot calmer and easier to listen to while exploring. Second big point that makes this soundtrack amazing is that Revo is an absolute god at using emotional progression/storytelling and leitmotifs in his songs. And heck, do I love myself my leitmotifs. You’ve got some obvious ones, like the final battle theme in which all the character themes and other leitmotifs are integrated. Then you got some maybe more subtle once, just like how the overworld themes are just the main theme, just a lot calmer and using the lead instruments of the towns of the areas.

But my absolute favourites gotta be the character themes and the main theme. I love how fitting the themes for the characters are and in general, each of them is such a bop. At first I prefered Elvis’, because I sure am a sucker for jazzy vibes, but over time Adelle’s became my fav. It’s just something about the trumpets, and how the theme almost sounds a bit melancholic and bittersweet, that drew me in. And considering her story, mostly her bad end, that the bittersweet tone really fits.

Then there’s the main theme. Just like BD’s it shouts “triumphant anthem” and it definitely gives you a very familiar vibe, but I’d argue it has even better emotional progression. Heck, the first time I heard the music start up in the reveal trailer, I didn’t have to look at the screen to know this is gonna be a BD game. Also, the credit song version had me weeping at the true end. I’m someone who’s very easily affected by music (if me shouting about soundtracks on this blog wasn’t proof enough) and just hearing that ending song, getting the after credits scene, just for the second credits to start as a freaking duet. Dude, at that point I just started sobbing, I’m not gonna lie. Just this little part showed how much Revo knows how to put emotion in a song and also write it in such a way that he can elicit strong, emotional reactions from you too.

Story

People have been complaining how the story is too boring and kinda disappointing in comparison to the last one, but I just think the games tried to accomplish different things here. Since the BD series is a celebration of old, classic jrpgs, “cliche” storytelling is a given. Though, BD did throw a lot of meta stuff in there too. BD2 in contrast just feels like a direct execution of that initial idea. It feels familiar, it feels comfy and it feels safe. Except for the little things with the endings and then overwriting the Nexus’ “save file”, BD2 doesn’t really get that meta, which is totally fine. It doesn’t try to reinvent or innovate anything, it just wants to be a fantasy story, that might be cliche, but still fun and enjoyable in its own right.

I’d also argue that the pacing is a lot better than the old game, because with BD I sometimes found myself skipping through scenes to get on with the story. Not that this game didn’t have me rushing through stuff as well, but I found it kept my intrigue way better than the original.

Characters

Next to the music, this is the part that I absolutely love the most. While, yes, they did lose a lot of potential with some characters, mostly with the villains, the main cast is just so much fun. I love these 4 dorks so, so much.

I honestly can’t stand how much people compare them to the original cast. Yes, ofc, I’ve been doing my fair share of comparisons too, but calling these four a more boring version of BD’s party physically hurts me. Because except for some initial impressions, the Heroes of Light are completely different from our beloved Warriors of Light.

While yes, Seth and Gloria give off strong Tiz and Agnes vibes at first, they both grow into such different characters that they’re not really comparable. I think this shows with Adelle and Elvis even more. I do understand how people could compare Adelle and Edea, since they’re both the feisty girl type, but I can’t understand how people can see Ringabel and Elvis as the same character type. While those two are the “suave” party members, they act so differently from another. And that’s honestly apparent the first time you meet them.

Anyways, I love these 4 so much.

We technically don’t know a lot about Seth at all, but they manage to pull so much out of just the fact that he’s a sailor, that it makes him really endearing, really fast.

I was kinda disinterested with Gloria at first, because again, the initial impression was Agnés2.0, but she grew on me a lot. Gloria is way more hard headed and honestly sassy in comparison to Agnés and I absolutely adore it.

Elvis. Elvis, my man. I love this fantasy scottosh wizard so, so much. He’s such a ridiculous character but so endearing at the same time. You got all this dorkiness, with him setting himself on fire as a student, him doing god knows what for a good drink or just laughing danger and prejudice in the face. But then you got his super empathetic and caring side. Mind you, most of his wise moments come from quoting Lady Emma, but still, as much as he’s hopeless with certain social situations, he’s actually still really good at reading the room and playing things smart. He’s a smart and powerful idiot, which makes him a danger to everyone and himself, and I love him for it. (I also can’t believe they called him Lesley I MEAN COME ON)

And then there’s Adelle. I liked her from the start, but I didn’t think she would stick out to me. I think now she’s my favourite character. Not even talking about all the stuff that happens in chapter 3 and onward, because these story threads are awesome in their own right, but there’s just something about her personality that’s interesting and appealing to me. Like I said, I’m not surprised people compare her to Edea, I did too at first, but while Edea walks very close to the line of a Tsundere, I was really surprised that Adelle is, well, not a Tsundere at all. Yeah, of course she’s putting Elvis down a lot, but that stems more from her preventing his ego from going to his head than her being all embarrassed. No, Adelle is actually really well adjusted when it comes to communication. While it’s hilarious that she and Elvis met with her chucking her shoes at him, the two just got along well right from the start. Adelle in general has this really open and helpful personality, but also doesn’t shy away from putting her foot down, even if that sometimes comes out as an embarrassed sputter. She’s also the mother hen of the group. She looks out for the other three and gets concerned about them real fast.

I dunno, Adelle just really grew on me over the course of this game, and then her kinda being paired with Elvis too, as partners and as partners, makes me like her even more. Because as much as I like their personalities individually, I like their character dynamic even more. I honestly love the relationships between all four of them a lot. You really feel them grow closer as friends and all the little character sidequests just always made me really happy.

Conclusion

You might not believe me, but I really held back there. This could probably have been 3 times its length. As much as I love this game, it’s of course not perfect. It struggles and flails in some parts a lot and it certainly has some aspects that might turn people off. But for me, it was just a very familiar and comfy game that didn’t necessarily deliver anything new, but that told its story in such a way that it still got me excited to keep going. The soundtrack is absolutely amazing and the conclusion of the story actually got me to cry. While not groundbreaking, this game is highly enjoyable and leaves you absolutely satisfied at the end.

Also, I would like to iterate that I am desperate to get more content about this game, so if you wanna chat about it, hit me up.

Anyways, anyone else felt like having a fever dream when everybody in chapter 2 started talking fantasy scottish? Cos I sure did.

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