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callumsgirl · 3 months

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ONE SHOT

Hey fellas! ❤️

I just feel the need to share my first one shot i wrote about my two handsome majors.

These two feakin' hot men are driving me crazy and i can't stop thinking about a spefic fantasy that my brain created.

HOLD ON…and think of John and Buck dancing outside the bunks, hidden in the darkness of midnight, watching the stars and losing themselves in their emotions, because they both know that not all of them will make it back home after the upcoming mission in Bremen.

LOVING YOU IS A LOSING GAME

or: the night Bucky realizes that he loves Gale with his whole heart and took his chance to dance with his Buck. Maybe it would be the first and last time he could be so close to his secret lover.

It was a balmy spring evening in England. The sun had been setting for some time. It had been hours since the last rays of sunlight had bathed the sky in a bed of pink and orange, yet it seemed to Bucky that only a few minutes had passed since he had left Colonel Harding's office.

By this time tomorrow, a lot of good people could be dead.

Fugitive acquaintances, friends and comrades… but especially Buck. He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled hard as a wave of pain and fear rippled through his body. His chest tightened and he gasped for air. Bucky couldn't remember ever being so scared. Not even on his first mission here, flying over Nazi-Germany and dropping bombs.

He struggled to control his breathing and the insidious fear that coursed through his veins. But he was only partially successful in bending his emotions and locking them in a cage.

From a distance he heard footsteps approaching. Bucky cursed under his breath, "Fuck…not now".

Agonized and with his breath still stuttering, he left the airfield, where he was sitting. His leg muscles were shaking and he wasn't sure if he would ever make it back to his bunk tonight.

Under the cover of darkness, he stretched out his right arm and felt for the door handle of the abandoned logistics hall. He had found it by chance during his first week in England, while out riding his bike. The first rays of sunlight had tempted him to explore the barracks weeks earlier.

Bucky opened the rusty door, slid through the slit and leaned back against the wall.

He listened and waited, his breathing still ragged. He rubbed his chest, hoping to relieve the tightness with his left hand. But nothing happened… his chest felt like someone was holding him too tightly. Not in a good, reassuring way. More like an attempt to free himself from the clutches of someone or something. In his case, it was fear and uncontrollable vulnerability that brought him to his knees.

He slid down to the floor with his back against the wall. His legs were shaking. He felt the familiar tingling sensation in his nose. He knew he couldn't hold back the tears that were welling up.

Bucky leaned the back of his head against the hard, cold wall and breathed in and out, in and out, shivering. He repeated this breathing several times and slowly but surely the pressure around his chest eased.

Still, he couldn't fight the burning sensation in his nose and his eyes began to sting and water. "Damn it… Buck," he sniffed and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.

More minutes passed and all Bucky did was sit there on the floor and cry silently and somewhere in secret.

His thoughts were filled with Buck this, Buck that…damn Gale "Buck" Cleven.

This handsome, blond man constantly robbed him of any clear thoughts. With a single glance of his icy blue, beautiful eyes, Gale managed to distract him, to make him forget his worries…to forget himself and this cruel war.

And yet…it scared the hell out of Bucky to tell him the truth. His truth.

To admit that there was no way he could get on one of those planes tomorrow morning and drop bombs on Germany, because Bucky couldn't stand the nerve-wracking suspense of whether Buck would ever make it back to him.

Just thinking about never seeing Buck again tore at him. Never to see him smile or laugh again, never to smell his breath, and especially never to smell his indecently good-smelling, engaging aftershave when he buried his nose - just for a few fleeting seconds - in Bucky's neck and hugged him.

It would be Bucky's death, irrevocably. He was sure that nothing in the world could be worse for him than letting Buck get on that plane and not telling him the truth, the goddamned truth about how he felt.

Bucky closed his eyes and focused repeatedly on his breath when he noticed footsteps approaching him and his hideout again.

He pulled himself up and gasped softly. With swift hand movements he wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Before he could escape any further into the shadows of the warehouse, the heavy door opened again. Bucky held his breath and twitched as he drew a silhouette in the dark.

A shadow and footsteps that he would see anywhere and anytime. An invisible tension fell from him, even as his heartbeat accelerated. Stay cool, stay calm, he tells himself. It's just Buck.

His inner voice cursed wildly, just because it's Buck, we should run.

Bucky rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but smile when he heard Gale's familiar clearing in the silence.

"Bucky?" he asked. The rough, slightly smoky sound of his voice sent a shiver down John's spine. He was encouraged to laugh for the first time since he had felt so cramped and tearful. The mere thought of Gale sounding like a chain smoker made the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Are you in here. . . Lemmons mentioned seeing you here," he continued.

"I'm here," Bucky replied.

Then he heard footsteps again. This time they were moving away from him. Just as he was about to stop Gale from leaving. In the darkness, a familiar ringing sounded and the dim ceiling lights began to hum.

Gale still had his back to him when he muttered: "What the hell are you doing here alone? It's past midnight, Bucky. "

Buck was still in his uniform. The shirt was a little wrinkled now, the collar was loose, and the strands of his blond hair reflected wildly in the ceiling light.

"I've been thinking about some things," he confessed. "Some of the guys have to fly tomorrow. "

John sighed, probably too loudly and longingly, and Gale turned to him.

"That's what we're doing, Bucky," Gale replied, amused. "It's not the first time, and we want to drop as many bombs on them as we can."

Buck approached him and only two, maybe three steps away, it was Gale who was gasping for air.

Instantly John looked away from him. His cheeks were flushed. His ears seemed to steam. After all the time and the things they had been through together, Bucky couldn't remember ever crying in front of Buck.

"John. . . " Gale whispered. Strangely, he sounded as out of breath as Bucky felt. "What's the matter?"

Gale came closer, and he could smell the bitter lemon and the woodiness of his aftershave. He was shaken by a new wave of emotion and squeezed his eyes shut. Bucky aches to twist his fingers. His hands twitch, but he holds back.

He wasn't sure what to say: We have a new mission tomorrow. Some of the boys will die tomorrow. You could die tomorrow. . . I can't live without you. . . I love you.

But instead, John remained silent, which he usually didn't do.

Buck stepped closer, so close that he could feel his warm, minty breath. Again his fingertips twitched and his body tightened as Gale put a hand on his neck. Face to face, they were silent for a breath or two.

It's usually easy. It's a soft and a loose touch. The carefully orchestrated sloppiness of his movements pays off. But now John feels like he's on fire.

Then Gale asked again, "What's wrong? Don't make me ask Harding myself. " His voice tolerated no contradiction, yet John found himself in his touch. He felt vulnerable and . . naked.

Gale's fingertips began to draw soothing patterns on his skin. Bucky exhaled.

"There is a mission for tomorrow and not everyone will make it. " After all, it was the truth, if not the whole truth.

Suddenly he can't stand being in Gale's presence, and at the same time he can't be close enough.

It's a slow death for sure, wasting away on the bonfire of loving feelings and fear.

He moved far enough away from Gale to look at him. When their eyes met, he suddenly felt the urge to feel Gale's body.

He yanked him into a hug that made them both feel suffocated.

"Bucky," Buck whispered. "You're scaring me. "

John buried his face in the nape of Gale's neck and closed his arms a little tighter around Gale's chest. He breathed in the unmistakable scent of Buck and murmured against his skin: "I can't risk losing you up there tomorrow, Buck. You can't fly tomorrow. "

He felt Gale's body tense and tried to push John away, loosen the embrace and look at him. John shook his head gently. "Let me hold you, Buck. "

Buck sighed and began to draw patterns in Bucky's neck again. But this time he also had a sense of the fear that is slowly building up in his stomach.

"You won't lose me. " After that, there is only silence and Gale's uneven, hesitant breathing to matching Bucky's own.

"You can't promise me that."

"I know, i know...but don't count on it." That makes Bucky smiles a little. It has always been their thing since basic training.

Then John plucked up courage and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything", Gale replied immediately, then clears his throat. "What do you need, Bucky?" He looks straight at Bucky. Half his face obscured in shadows, the other pale in the dim light, a piercing sharpness in his gaze.

Bucky's heart falls. It stops, restarts, like his burning plane during his first mission before they managed to extinguish the fire.

"Dance with me. You still owe me a one."

"You know I can't dance, Bucky," Gale replied with a mischievous grin on his lips.

"Don't worry about it. I'll lead you."

There was silence between them for a few seconds, but then Gale exhaled slowly and let his warm hand slide from Bucky's neck to his cheek. "If that's what you need… I'll give it to you."

Goosebumps instantly spread up John's arms. He wanted to scream with joy.

There was so much tenderness and warmth in Gale's touch that John thought he had never been loved more. Even though he doubted that Gale felt the same way he did.

In his own way, Gale loved him, and Bucky would take every touch, every word he could get from Gale. Because he was a desperate man in love… No one, least of all Gale, could save him from being swallowed by the darkness, if Gale didn't make it back to him at some point.

So he took every opportunity to be close to Buck, and damn it, if a dance in the dark was all Gale was willing to give him, he'd take it.

That's it...my very first one shot. Do you like it? ❤️

Let me know if you have any tips oder ideas for other Scenes

(If i made any writing mistakes let me know. English is my second langauge and this was my very first try to write something like this in a foreign language)

xoxo callumsgirl

#mota fanfic #motaedit #buck x bucky #buck cleven #john egan #gale cleven #bucky egan #march 2024 #men loving men #emotions #one shot #slow burn #fluff #angst

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aprocessionofthoughts · 8 months

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Slightly Less Partial Explanations

Ectoberhaunt’s 2023 day 16- revenant TW- none summary- Danny tries to explain

ao3 ectoberhaunt23 masterlist part 4 of DLM

“I’m guessing that you died, but then came back somehow.”

Jason wanted to deny it, but something stopped him.

The same thing happened to me.

It wasn’t possible. He had gone through a very specific set of experiences. They didn’t even know what brought him back originally!

But maybe… Maybe this kid knew.

“What do you mean?”

The kid gave him what looked like a sad smile. “When I was fourteen, I was in an accident. It killed me, but at the same time I was brought back to life. Now, I don’t know exactly what happened to you, but I can tell that you’ve also died and come back.”

“I’m alive though.” He had to be.

“Mostly. You’re more alive than me at least. I’m half dead, and you’re more like one-fourth dead. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re a revenant– a spirit who came back to its body. Not that the GIW will care.”

“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned them. Who exactly are they? You said they’re part of the government, but I’ve never heard about them before.”

“That’s because they’re a secret branch of the government.”

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Danny rolled his eyes. “They were formed to hunt down, experiment on, and exterminate all ectoplasmic beings. Like ghosts.”

“But how does that not go against the Meta Protection Act?”

Danny shrugged. “The government classifies any being that produces or needs ectoplasm to survive as non sentient and non sapient. They also say we can’t feel pain, which is a load of bull, but whatever.”

“That doesn't even make any sense.”

Danny shrugged, sipping at his hot chocolate. “It is what it is. Now I’ve got to head out. I’ve been here long enough. You’ve been really helpful and I wouldn’t want to bring trouble to your doorstep.”

Danny started to get up.

“Wait! What if… What if I told you that I know someone who can help?”

“Help with what?”

“Help protect you from the GIW and take them down too.”

Danny looked skeptical. “And who would do that?”

Jason hesitated. “I have connections to the Justice League.”

Jason hadn’t exactly known what reaction to expect, maybe surprise or disbelief, but definitely not the sneer Danny gave him.

“Those sanctimonious pricks won’t lift a finger to help.”

And wow, Jason never thought he’d be defending the Justice League but… “I know they have their issues, but they can help you.”

“They didn’t before, so why would they now?”

“What do you mean?”

Danny sighed, but sat back down. “When my town first got invaded by ghosts–”

“What!”

“We tried calling the JL. Several times! But they never answered. Even as the town was getting destroyed, even when we got pulled into the feakin’ Ghost Zone, they never responded.”

Jason frowned. “Look, I’m usually not one to defend the JL, but that doesn’t really seem like them. But all I want to say is that regardless of what they’ve done or not done, I know one of the members who for sure would help you out.” And he’d probably adopt you too, Jason thought, looking at this kid who was prime adoption bait.

“And who would that be?”

Jason was about to respond when Danny stiffened, his head tilted to the side.

“They’re here.” Danny turned to him. “I’ll try to lead them away, but I recommend laying low for a while. You’ve got something weird going on and your ectoplasm hasn’t yet fully integrated. I’d hate it if the GIW caught you before you really had a chance to live again.” Danny smiled sadly. “Hope to see you again, Jason. Take care of yourself.”

“Kid, wait–” Jason started, but suddenly he was alone in his kitchen. The only sign that anyone had been there, a dirty mug on the table and some bloody bandages in the trash can.

#ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt23 #eh science #revenant #Jason todd #Danny fenton #Jason Todd is partially dead #giw #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic #fanfic

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cbrownjc · 1 year

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what if i told you that I've read all the books and still prefer loumand over lestat. what if i told that not even armand killing claudia with his bare hands wouldn't make me hate him. what if i told you that i will still stan louis for continuing to be with armand even after armand probably kills his child. like i am aware of everything. you would tell me that loustat is endgame. so it's not that you care about louis or claudia or armand or even fans hating assad. you just wish show lestat wasn't already such a pile of garbage and that so far for many fans he's irredeemable. i can promise you the only people that already hate and will definitely hate assad and lash him are white fans. which is going to be so funny for you who thinks you can buy your way into whiteness by keekeeing with white fans against the mostly black and brown loumand fans

Hey Anon, guess what?

I don't care if you've read the books or not. It clearly hasn't stopped you from making incorrect assumptions about people and things or being absolutely toxic about all of this.

I probably read the books and was originally in VC fandom before you were even born. There were only four books published when I joined. I saw the 1994 movie in theaters.

And guess what? People were shipping Louis and Armand back then too. And nobody cared and there wasn't any insane "nice guy" Armand theories or ship wars about to prop it up either. People shipped who they liked and that was that.

Again, because you can't seem to understand or get it: I don't care if you ship Armand and Louis. Many of us don't.

And this is not about that and you know it.

First of all yes, I'll still say Loustat is endgame. Do you know why? Because not only is that how the book series ended, but Rolin Jones - you know, the showrunner - has said it himself as well that the relationship between Louis and Lestat is the heart of the show.

So saying that is just based on feakin' logic, based on actual current available information. Not my personal opinion.

I can sit here and say all day or all night that Harry is going to end up with Hermione one day, but that will never make it true, either via the books or the movie series based on, you know, the actual facts of things as they currently stand.

So until you've got something other than yourself and your personal feelings about all of this to go by? Then yeah I'll keep saying it based on the books and what RJ has said about it all so far.

And he's not on social media. So all of this you're doing? Not only is he not aware of it, but he probably wouldn't care if he found out either.

None of this has anything to do with the damn sipping war, or personal grievance you so seem hell-bent on wanting to start and have with me or anyone else about all of this. Or any slights you continue to keep personally feeling whenever someone says it.

If the books had ended at Blood Canticle, which is where the series did end for a long-ass time BTW, I would have said that book canon endgame couple was Lestat-Rowan - because that is what it was - while the show was changing it to Lestat-Louis because that is what Rolin Jones, you know, again, the showrunner, was saying it was going to be.

Again, it's all called facts and logic. No more, no less.

And I'm going to call BS right now on people like you not attacking Assad. You say that now but I'm very sure the minute he doesn't back your "nice guy Armand" theory in some way or push that something other than Armand and Louis is endgame, you'll turn on him and say not-so-nice things about him. It always happens. And you'll probably call him a sell-out and trying to latch onto whiteness when he does, just like you're trying with me right now (or anyone who dares not to back or support your theories from what I've seen). (And attacking Sam Reid just because you don't like his character still isn't a good look for ya'll BTW.)

This isn't a race or racism thing Anon. No matter how much you'll try and keep saying it is. And because you don't know a thing about me you of course don't know how I've already called out white fans when it comes to Armand and Assad being cast as him just a few days ago. So don't come at me with your weak argument regarding this topic okay?

Because see, if you really want to go on the topic of race about all this, then why this need to erase everything Armand actually is a character now that the person playing him is a POC? Why the need to, pardon the pun, whitewash him?

Is it absolutely impossible for you to see a POC play a problematic character, in a story full of other problematic characters, and still prefer him over another? You say it isn't, that you like Armand from the books despite the things he's done. But yet, here you all are with the theory that Armand is going to be a good guy and whatnot, based on absolutely nothing but your own feelings and opinion.

Is Armand's problematic nature worse to you because he is a POC now? Why this need from you and some others to erase the complexity, and the trauma, that made Armand become who he was to where he did what he did to Claudia, and instead you have this need for him to be an unblemished good guy instead?

Because you damn well know this isn't - and never has been - about you and other shipping Armand and Louis and anyone having a big problem with that. Because if you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm actually very poly about all this - and really like the polyamorous nature of all these vampires in general - and would be just as happy with it ending with a four-character pile that has Louis and Armand in there.

No. This has all, and only ever been, about this "nice guy Armand" theory you and many other keep insisting on trying to make real.

And maybe you should ask yourself why that is.

Because it seems to me you want him to be unproblematic to actually do the very thing you're trying to accuse me of - which is kowtowing to white fans' most awful racist tendencies when it comes to POC who aren't perfect, or unproblematic. (Something especially seen with black people - real and fictional.)

Why is Armand not being as problematic and complex as all the other characters on the show, just like his book counterpart, so important to you? Maybe you should ask yourself that Anon, before you start attacking other people on this okay?

#Armand #The Vampire Armand #Assad Zaman #Loumand #Loustat #Louis de Pointe du Lac #Lestat de Lioncourt #AMC Interview with the Vampire #Interview with the Vampire #race #racism #IWTV Fandom #amc iwt #iwtv #ask #ask and answer

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iwasbored777 · 2 years

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The fact we know Félix chose that cute design for Flairmidable cuz he thought of what Adrien would choose is hilarious now cuz he really said "Adrien has passion for fashion but not me now when I can show you who I really am who FÉLIX FEAKIN GRAHAM DE VANILY IS my style is absolute trash and I'll make one of the ugliest costumes ever just watch cuz das me baby gurl you wanna take this home don't ya"

#😭😭😭😭#miraculous ladybug #félix graham de vanily #Just in case Félix stans attack me #Félix salt

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bruggle · 1 year

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Yes, I know I said I would be putting all my stuff under a different tag, but I do want to at least give everyone a sample of my work where it's actually visable. So I do apologize. These are just exerpts from the two ideas I have floating around in my head involving the same characters and same situation, just under different circumstances. And if any of this interests you, I do have a poll going on right now because I'm honestly torn on which to work on first. So please do vote if you feel so inclined.

So this is the exerpt from my original idea.

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As Perry was setting the kettle on the warmer, she noticed footsteps approaching the little alcove. Turning her head just enough to see who it was, she struggled to hold in her groan. Of course. Of course it would be him. Who else would it be, she sarcastically thought.

As Kaos opened his mouth to say something, Perry cut him off. “Look, before you start your shit, let me have my tea in peace,” she said. “It will make everything go a whole lot smoother.” He glared at her, probably more so for not letting him speak than what she actually said, before a slow grin took it’s place. “Very well,” he agreed, before taking a seat at the small table. Perry stared at him incredulously. Surely he wasn’t serious. Yet, everything she already knew about him told her yes, he was serious. He was not going to leave her alone. “Jesus Christ you make me miss coffee so damn much,” she groaned.

Another smug grin made it’s way on his face. “Oh really?” he asked, more condescending than anything else. “And what, exactly, is coffee?” Perry glared at him. She knew he didn’t actually care about what coffee was, it was more of a way to keep bothering her. Ignoring him was not going to work. He would just keep badgering her about it until it turned into a screaming match. Sighing, she turned to look at him. “It’s an Earth drink,” she told him. “Kind of like tea, but made from ground up, roasted beans instead of various plant leaves.” Kaos pulled a face. “That sounds revolting,” he said. “Yeah, well, not many people drink it for the taste,” she grumbled.

“Then why did you drink it?” he demanded. Perry shrugged, turning to her kettle. It wasn’t whistling, but she figured the water was hot enough. “I mean, you could add things to it so it wouldn’t taste as bad,” she said, as she poured the water over a satchel of tea in her cup. “Plus, it had twice the amount of caffeine that most teas have.” Perry then grabbed two cubes of sugar, placing them in her cup, before turning back to Kaos. She quirked her brow at his incredulous expression. “What?”

“And you drank this often?” he asked.

“Yep,” she answered, popping the ‘p’. “Just about every day.”

“How are you not dead?!” he exclaimed.

“Pure feakin’ spite,” she deadpanned, taking a sip of her tea, before pulling a face. Definitely needed more sugar.

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This would occur somewhere during the early part of book two, where they're still not getting along.

And now onto the Nefarion AU (I need a better name)

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The early morning hours were honestly Perry’s favorite time of day. The only time she ever truly got to herself anymore, really. She knew Hex and Stealth only had her best interests at heart, and she really didn’t have a clue of what she was doing. However, the constant nitpicking did get to her. Perry let out a quiet sigh into her cup of tea, the existence of which was a compromise between her and Hex; the mornings she found herself unable to get anymore sleep, she was allowed to make her own tea. She still remembered the time Hex had completely lost it when she had seen that Perry had cooked her own breakfast. She still found it a little ridiculous that a lady was expected to never make her own food, but she supposed it wasn’t that much different from Earth’s Victorian period.

“What are you doing up?” the voice that suddenly sounded out caused Perry to startle, almost to the point that she dropped her cup. “Jesus!” she exclaimed. “Give a little warning next time, would you?” Setting down the cup, she turned to look at the newcomer. Of course, it was Kaos. He wasn’t aware of her early morning proclivities yet. “Besides, I could ask you the same thing,”

“My family believed in an early start to the day,” Kaos stated. “Now what’s your excuse? I can see that this household doesn’t have the same philosophy.” Perry took a deep breath to stop herself from rolling her eyes or any other activity Hex would consider ‘un-ladylike’. “There are mornings where I wake up early and find I cannot go back to sleep,” she said. “Remnants of my time on Earth.”

“Oh? And where did the tea come from?” Another deep breath. “I have made it myself,” Perry replied. This was not going to go well, she could tell. “Of course you did,” he sneered. “I knew Eon was soft on his servants, how did I know he’d infect you with the same pathetic weakness?” Yep. Definitely not going well. Perry could already feel her blood pressure rising. “You do realize that I came from a place where people were expected to be able to take care of themselves, right?” she retorted. “Being unable to do something as simple as brewing your own tea would be seen as pathetic.” Kaos merely rolled his eyes. “And yet, you are not on your ‘Earth’ anymore,” he said. “Do remember to start acting like it,”

If it had been any other situation, Perry probably would have left by now; but she refused to be chased around in her own home. She was now thankful for all the times Stealth had chastised her for her quick temper. Thus, in lieu of a response, Perry instead poured herself another cup of tea. This caused Kaos to quirk a brow at her. “What?” she challenged.

“A second cup?”

She scoffed. “This is nothing,” she said. “You should have seen me with coffee.”

“And what is coffee?” he asked. “It’s an Earth drink that’s similar to tea,” she told him. “Only instead of different plant leaves, it’s made from ground up, roasted beans.” He made another face. “Beans,” Kaos deadpanned. “Really?” Perry was unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes this time. “It wasn’t just any kind of beans,” she explained. “It was a specific type of bean. The coffee bean, as self explanatory as that is.” He gave her an unreadable look, before simply turning from her. Well great. Now she’s gone and pissed him off. “Uh… would you like a cup a tea?” Perry pathetically offered. And now it’s awkward. She probably should have offered earlier. “No,” he ground out. “If you need me, I will be in the library.” Another breath to level herself. “Of course,” she replied evenly, turning back to the window. “I will see you at lunch time.”

She didn’t hear a response.

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So I should explain that yes, either way Perry gets eeby deebied into Skylands. The howabout is much different, but that's spoiler territory.

Now, this does turn into an Arranged Marriage AU as well, but mostly due to the fact of Eon adopting Perry as his heir, and certain people objecting to that. Kaos is offered up by his parents, not because they're being nice, but because... well... look at him. Anyone in their right mind would object to that. They want this to fail so that Eon's lordship disappears once he passes. And Perry doesn't have many options becase I mean... imagine if you put a modern day woman into Victorian times. There would definitly be some... avoidances there. Uh... the term 'feral' comes to mind, and I doubt many would be willing to put up with that. Kaos would, if only just to spite his parents. so that's the glue holding this plot together lmao

#skylanders #original character #kaos skylanders #fanfic #au idea #snippet #nefarion au

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optimus-rhyme · 1 year

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ITS MY FEAKIN BRITNDYA YAAYYYYY

#TONY WORDS

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lion-buddy · 4 months

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the feakin. sound design of supreme drives me crazy man. its so good. and its there from the start too.

and whether it was intentional or not, having cure supremes first full frame shot mirror the first [and later] shot of supreme gamma is very very cool . love it when the shots parallel or something.

#arghrgha soo good.......#cure supreme #pc #precure all stars f #precure #pc spoilers #ignore my cursor buggin out there for a sec lol #Video

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anonaddy · 2 years

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Ok im going back to bed..or gonna go "spend time with my dad".

Aw fuck hes gonna call me feakin moody even tho every time i hear a sound my fuckin head throbs

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julianbashirsfuraffinityaccount · 2 years

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ok that list of “artists that I’ll feakin kill yuo if you put on the playlist (saw trap)” is getting out of hand. Who are you mad at at this point. Like it’s a lot of artists I’ve never heard of or maybe know one song by but also Elton John is there. Just making a list of “artists I’m all mad about”

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wpdariacutnes · 4 months

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🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆🌾🐆

me: oh yes, galaxy robot again, only more terra sides, because others say it's ok, it's just better to keep an eye on terra, because terra doesn't work anyway, so it works anyway.

🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊

Toni: * wery smole (yeah is moon ball name)* but this rolling is bothering me so taierd

Skyclown: so why not back a nomral form like me ages like hey i fly clown after megic here dys make hole so esly so what ploblem back form like is so more whatever been

Toni: so I guess it's better that they kill us, I guess I don't know

Skyclown: well finish *slightly tramples Toni*

Amby: * take a toni* skyclown what woring you

Skyclown: hmh you both a cherry blasam * mood bit now*

Amby: is das kid not a monster

Skyclown: and persen ( rude. . . )

Amby: but that's all mean

Skyclown: you knows? ha perfeciv because a make weping and dystory a dyfrent esly

Amby: no i not esly?

Skyclown:* face pale no sound* okey more care me or dys ball feakin

Amby: more ball

Skyclown: so now kiss hem me das out * med a levan out*

Amby: no dys i dont mean yet * das looking a going* o jezz i not been rude a chraing both side

Toni: thx but a finks not work a both side knows a mean * bit pale for it*

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* the skyclown just came back to sunking's castle and that's it, he's not too loud but he keeps his mouth shut*

Skyclown: * only looking and toking self a mean* that she would punch him in the face with a knife from the moon (terra got such a comment because she looked at him, but they didn't know what) she would tear off this guy's tongue and just burn his face and that's it. . . If someone else has made a mistake, I'll reach out with my fingers if I can *nods self head*

Mars: and you stood too slowly or something

Skyclown: * role eyes* I was there earlier today and it's none of your business

Venus: * look a mars none emoshion a dys moment * Okay, okay, and you're the only one who's a on kness bro's

Skyclown: a sunking what is woman to

Venus: is a queen none a woman

Skyclown: so same is bonRossgender * yeah sure whatever*

Galaxy robot's: wer are care you gril * say like been so smole and skyclown more med*

Skyclown: you knows srue you guy * slap a door a self room*

Mars: pff drama queen

Pluto: ploblem is a gril so what a sud get doo~. . .

Skyclown: it's not fair and that's it * look a wall*

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Offical note: 22.01.2024.r

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